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ok i feel better
idk if this worth being tagged as art or whatever because it is trash and i will be shoving it in the back of my closet
fuelled by rage and creating art what will happen??
#my shit#art#my art#my art stuff#pure rage has created this work#punk#just punk#this took me like 3 hours#also the brown paper behind all of the individually cut letters is a cut up mcdonalds bag#lol#riss posts#you dont need fancy stuff to make art btw#this was made on a goldfish box#and then i printed some newspaper images from pinterest because we dont have those here and printed other things#and it required little skill#it just looks kinda cool#i used a gum wrapper too lmao#idk this is special to me but i also want to burn it#i feel like it represents a part of me i have yet to explore or understand#collage#collage art#paper collage#funky
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Wayne and Eddie headcanons
warnings: mentions of puberty and masturbation.
a/n: i’m obsessed with these!
• as a kid, eddie used to play endless pranks on wayne almost everyday. it got to a point where he was walking on eggshells in his own home, afraid of getting himself into another trap of eddie’s. saran wrap on the toilet seat, salt in the sugar jar, tacks in the driver’s seat.
• when he was between the age eight and nine, he wanted to grow up and be an adult like wayne, so he’d want to wake up early in the mornings to have coffee with him and read the newspaper. he usually always fell asleep, being carried back to bed by his uncle.
• eddie calls wayne’s music his old man music.
• they watch wheel of fortune together everytime it’s on.
• wayne makes him pick up sticks in the yard when he gets too hyper. kid definitely has adhd.
• wayne is amazed with how heavy his nephew can sleep. he’s tried being noisy to wake him up but he will not budge. he also sleeps in super later. wayne once got home from work and he was STILL asleep.
• wayne taught him how to shave when he was 15. it ended in a bunch of cheap bandaids and a plastic razor.
• okay but puberty was rough lmao. i can just imagine eddie asking poor wayne what it meant when his dick got hard LMAO. gave that old man grey hair.
• i’m sure wayne was PETRIFIED of him getting some girl knocked up, so he bought him his first box of condoms.
• eddie brings home a lot of girls, so wayne has earplugs he wears while he sleeps.
• wayne definitely accidentally walked in on him jerking off at least once.
• wayne knows all of his anxious habits and knows when he’s having a bad day. he helps him through his panic attacks in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep, pacing about the trailer kitchen.
• wayne would read the hobbit to him as a boy when he couldn’t sleep. the book had been a gift from his mom before she left.
• wayne had to help get gum out of eddie’s hair when the bullies at school got bad.
• i think wayne would be momma bear mode when his nephew would come home as a young boy, eyes teary eyed and nose snotty. he’d call the principal and threaten him, heated and hurt that someone would hurt his boy. as eddie got older, he didn’t want wayne involved in it anymore and made him promise he wouldn’t interfere.
• eddie doesn’t ever throw away his trash in his room so once a week wayne goes in their with a trash bag and cleans. it’s filled with dr pepper and beer cans, little debbie wrappers and chip bags.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things season four#joseph quinn#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson x female reader smut#wayne munson#eddie and wayne munson#headcanon#stranger things headcanons
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NYYYYYYXXXXX!!!!!! HAIIIII HRUU :3! bless ur soul for putting up with my nonsensical yapping.. i love ur inputs<3 & NEW BOTS WOOO thank you for these gracious meals😋
AND I WAS THINKING (here we go again LMAO)..RE2 LEON AS A LOSER COLLEGE CLASSMATE. he’s a loner. kinda nerdy, not that talkative. sits in the back of any room. poor baby is too shy to make a conversation w anyone, & when/if he does, nobody’s listening/thinks his input is weird/is talking over him so he jus gives up on trying 2 make friends & just decides to focus on his studies (◞‸◟)
until popular!reader comes along & makes the effort to get to know Leon by sitting next to him. bro is baffled! but shes popular for a reason; so sweet & considerate, funny—cute! it’s the most attention that anybody has ever given him & he gets so drunk off of her mere presence that he just can’t help getting a little crush on her!
but then that quickly develops into an unhealthy obsession; “accidentally” bumping into her “randomly”, rubbing himself to pictures of her, attached to her by the hip! her bf doesn’t like him for being so touchy, so he kinda beats Leon up :(… a lesson is NOT learned bc Leon complains to reader abt his boo-boos, & she tells her bf off. seeing this, Leon tells her lies abt her bf & she believes him always bc Leon is nothing but an angel!
bro has a whole wall dedicated to her. photos of her w her friends (who r etched out/cut out), her walking around campus, etc. mf collects her chewed-up pencils & forgotten hairties (bonus if they have strands on them) & and disposed gum-wrappers like they’re ancient artifacts. occasionally takes her empty/half-full waterbottles and licks & kisses the lip to pretend he’s making out with her. typically results in him whimpering her name while humping a pillow… yeah he’s pathetic, but she’s none the wiser!…. do u see my vision….
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🍼anon i'm literally on my knees asking for your hand in marriage because i love love LOOOVE creep/perv re2 leon :3 pls yap in my inbox forever bcs your ideas are so juicy and make me scream!! BUT HIII!!! i'm good !! hruuu?
but omg ofc i see the vision!! he's so sweet at first, just happy to have a friend. but reader is the only one who's ever treated him like this, and his innocent crush is so quick to become an obsession. the water bottle thing had me SCREAMING like ughhhh.
reader is so oblivious. leon is so unassuming and like... no one cares about him, so they don't notice when he slinks away at the beginning of the lecture with reader's room key... oops. he gets himself some souvenirs(aka used panties...) but he's also *such* a gentleman that he doesn't just care about that. he's also taking note of stuff like the shower gel n shampoo she uses so he can get the same ones as reader to feel closer to her :33
bonus points if he snaps one day. after she tells her bf off, her bf gets really fucking defensive about HIS girlfriend. every time leon walks into the room, he's pulling her in for a kiss - not just a peck, but like... a sloppy makeout sesh. leon ends up being like 'hi i wanna say sorry for how i've acted... come w me'. except he's not sorry at all (duh) and he gets rid of her boyfriend once and for all.
of course, he's the one to comfort reader when she's completely distraught at her bfs 'disappearance'. he lets her into his dorm room and cuddles her while being all sweet, using her emotional vulnerability to coax reader into letting him touch her. he's got her right where he wants her now. and if her friends start to catch on? he's got no problem disposing of them, too.
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College au Wolfwood HC’s <3
I thought the guy needed some love! I’ve mainly written Nai hcs and Vash hcs but I’ve had some thoughts brewing of this guy :)
I was making this before I read @macncherries character study on Vash and Wolfwood and he definitely inspired some of this!
I definitely plan to expand on this but I wanted to start with headcanons before delving into drabbles and whatnot lol
-He has a mullet that’s not that taken care of. His hair is always messy dude
-hates constricting shirts. Tight collars make him go insane, he feels like he can’t breathe
-^^he does love loose turtlenecks more. He feels a little fancy, y’know? :>
-he’ll buy mints in bulk because he can’t smoke in class so he has some big ass gallon sized ziplock bag halfway full of mints where he fishes one out and eats it
-it’s a bit where he’ll have unwrapped ones and offer it like it’s a drug to Meryl LMAO
-he likes the feeling of loose linen colorful button ups. Vibrant orange looks wonderful against him, half of the top unbuttoned
-he’s paying off a motorcycle he got. Expensive? Yeah. But he like needed it. So…
-He’s got a used Nissan he’s also still paying off. He gives me Nissan vibes. Like think 2014 Nissan that’s somehow still working with a bit of dust on the dash and a makeshift ashtray in the center console + gum + mint wrappers randomly tossed in there.
-met Vash via Milly and Meryl (they wanted to form a study group and he was having a mini competition w Meryl over who’d get the highest test score on smth—-> became friends w Vash and reader who are very smart lol)
-when Wolfwood wasn’t presenting as masc as he is now (pre transition to mid transition) he wore his pants low on his waist like guys in the 90’s (reference that one scene in Clueless LMAO) with a part of his ass hanging out- made him feel more masc in a time where it was harder for him.
-he likes honking when he drives. Vash called him a goose because he honks so mf much
-he’s got several piercings, he wants to get an eyebrow one perhaps? He has several ones for his ears (he feels really cool with them + when he feels femme he gets a bunch in bulk via Amazon or his usual place if he’s feeling fancy)
-Claims he doesn’t need retail therapy, stares into shop windows a bit too long. Man has a will of steel.
-He hates studying. But he does it anyway. While Meryl makes flash cards he’ll make the dumbest puns and memory hints with Vash (that make Milly laugh and Meryl annoyed to no end claiming they don���t help) (they actually do help)
-He has all caps handwriting- it’s kinda cool.
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^^he does the random little big lines through his H’s because he thinks they’re cool
-a lot of the quirks he has are because he saw it in a movie and integrated it into his mind- having little flairs and things that scream him
-he uses sharpie to color his nails black when he’s bored (Vash uses Meryl’s gel pens to doodle on his hands) (they’re doodle bros)
Ok so outfit pics
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IMO he totally likes a more subdued grungy vibe but still harbors a love for vibrant button ups
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Referencing to the photo w the denim jacket? He def has 1-2 denim jackets he sticks to for comfort and I think one day when he’s feeling especially wacky he’ll go crazy with it and start using bleach or puffy paint on the sleeves. He felt it was lacking. Perhaps the fangs on the back, perhaps the punisher drawn on the back, etc. He let Vash draw little stars on the shoulders and tiny smiley faces :)
For the second two next to the denim jacket one I feel like he’d get tshirts for the sole purpose of making them tank tops. He likes to show off his armpit hair sometimes, it’s gender affirming for him, and plus he gets hot out very easily. (Why do you think his shirt is always unbuttoned?? Because he’s a whore??) yes
But patchwork button ups and colorful shirts like that are very cool and I think he’d like those on occasion.
-He likes classic rock like idfk Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, along w other artists and alt genres. The guy has taste, give him respect
-he def has like 2 pairs of shoes and doesn’t switch them. Like Birkenstocks he found at the thrift that are lowk falling apart and these boots he found half off (also at the thrift) that are also falling apart from overuse
-I feel like he’d accidentally dress like grungy Adam Sandler in the summer LMAO
-the dude always has tension headaches and it’s either from the constant smoking, the withdrawal of smoking because he can’t smoke in class, or the immense amount of stress he feels
-He acts as chauffeur for the ladies and Vash because he claims Meryl’s music taste is mid and Vash at the wheel is a nightmare
-(both him and Vash are gentlemen in their own way for the girlfriends Milly and Meryl. Guard dogs fr. I love this dynamic hehe)
I plan to do more for Meryl and Milly and add onto this because as I write more thoughts about college au Trigun flood my brain and I need to get them out ty for ur time I hope you have a great day ALSO PLS COMMENT OR REBLOG UR THOUGHTS or feel free to dm me I would love to share the brainrot with everyone! :D
#Wolfwood#Chris writes#college au wolfwood#Nicholas d Wolfwood#Trigun#Trigun stampede#college au#trigun college au
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Burden | corpse x reader
Summary: You and Corpse get into a nasty fight, which ends in broken hearts.
Pairing: Corpse x Fem!reader
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fluff
Authors Note: cried, laughed and cried again during this lmao. i just wanna give him a hug 🥺
requests are open!! <3
You groaned loudly, you and Corpse were in a heated fight, his symptoms started to flare, but he didn’t care, and neither did you.
You groaned loudly, your frustration bubbling, “Babe! I don’t care that you don’t wanna take pictures with me, I don’t fucking care that we can’t go outside, I don’t fucking care if I can’t show you off, because I love you.”
“Y/N YOU’RE NOT GETTING IT,” Corpse sighs, “Every fucking day I feel like I’m a burden to you. I feel like you can do so much better than me. BECAUSE YOU CAN. I FEEL LIKE I’M A FUCKING BURDEN.”
“I DON’T WANT BETTER THAN YOU. THERE IS NO BETTER THAN YOU AND YOU ARE NOT A BURDEN.” Pools of clear, salty water filled your eyes.
Corpse groaned, matching your frustration, “I’m just worried that I can’t give you the life you want, and I want you to have better. No, fuck that I need you to have better.”
“What does that mean for us then. I want you and you want me to have better than you.”
“I STILL WANT YOU Y/N, but I can’t fucking live with the fact that I couldn’t give you want you need. That I never can.”
You were in shock and you knew what was coming for the two of you, you just didn’t want to believe it at all and it was so fucked up and terrible and you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without this man. Your anxiety wouldn’t be able to handle that you weren’t with him anymore. Your breath became heavy, as you felt a weight on your heart. Your stomach shrunk and you felt so constricted by yourself. You shook your head at him, from the opposite side of the bed as both of you were on either side.
“We’re over, we’re done. Live a better life without me in it, y/n. As long as you’re happy, I won’t regret it.” Tears ran down the boy’s skin.
You weren’t angry anymore, you were anxious, you were in sobs, “Fine,” Corpse face fell when the word came out of your mouth.
You turned around and opened the closet that held the both of your clothes. Taking off Corpe’s sweater that you were currently wearing, throwing it at him, taking all your clothes out of the closet, opening a duffle bag shoving everything inside of it. Putting on another shirt to cover up the bra that covered your chest. You couldn’t believe he would end things with you. After all you guys have been through.
You convinced him to move out to L.A. when most of your friends had made the same exact transition. You got him to open up to you without even trying in the first two weeks of knowing him. You were the first person he showed his face before he showed the rest of your friends. He said I love you first and was okay with it when you were hesitant about saying it back, even though you said it three days later without even knowing you had. You were both sat in bed and he said “You said it back.” “Said what back?” “I love you. You said it, this morning when you hung up the phone.”.
After throwing the duffle bag over your shoulder, you looked at him once more, “I’ll be back tomorrow to get the rest of my things, my PC, my set up, all of it. You can keep the TV, you can keep everything else, I just need my set up.”
“Done. See you tomorrow.” Corpse sighed, taking a seat on what had been a shared bed, was now his. He couldn’t believe he was sleeping in the king bed the two of you had bought because you were one of the biggest bed hog’s he had ever met. You walked out and he looked down at the f/c coloured bed sheets you had convinced him to let you put on, even though he preferred the black ones, but you let him have the wall behind the two of you black and helped him painted the room. As well as painting the walls of his gaming room black too.
You got into your little Honda Civic, as you drove for around 15 minutes finally reaching Rae’s house. You told yourself you wouldn’t break down in front of her, but you knew that you would. You got out of your car, and closed the door as you walked up to Rae’s front door. Knocking on it, she didn’t answer at first but you looked down at the clock on your phone, noticing that it was 12:00am. Although she might’ve been sleeping, she could’ve been streaming.
So you knocked again, and she opened the door, her bedroom room was lit up from what you could see, and she was streaming. She noticed the duffle bag and let you in, placing a finger to her lips telling you to whisper. Running back to her stream room.
“Well guys! I’m getting tired so, I’m gonna end it here, goodnight!” She said cheerily. Before shutting off her PC and ending the stream walking back out into her living room to see you sitting on the couch. You were in sobs.
“He ended it, Rae, he ended things with me and I can’t br-breath.” You said taking a deep breath as she sat down next to you pulling you close to her. “How am I supposed to go and get my things tomorrow, I can’t even think about him without crying and picturing his smile and hearing his laugh and crying. What hurts even worse is the fact that he didn’t even want to end it, he ended it because he said I could do better. When I can’t get better than him.”
“What makes him say that?” She asks.
“He thinks he’s holding me back. He thinks because he doesn’t show his face online, he doesn’t want to leave the house, he thinks he’s holding me back and he’s not because that’s not what people do when they love eachother, when people love eachother, they walk through life together. They experience things together. We loved eachother.”
“Y/n, it’s gonna be okay, you just need to talk to him, you both clearly still want to be together, so you just need to tell him what you told me - he’s loosing his mind if he’s letting you out of all the people go. So when you go pick up your things, talk to him.”
You nodded, “Yeah. You’re right. I’ll just talk to him.”
Well, talking to him was harder than you thought. You texted him five minutes before you got there to give him a heads up. You walked upto the front door the next morning, seeing a yellow post-it note on the front door.
Pick up your things, text me when you leave.
You sighed, calling Rae, “Rae, can you come help me get my stuff, Corpse isn’t here,,, he left.”
“On my way.” She sighs.
With the two of you getting your set up, it didn’t take long before it was dismantled and in both of your cars. Your pc, mic and monitor and your now broken desk chair in your car, and your desk in Raes.
Gone <3
Was what you texted Corpse after you left. You thought the little heart was cute, but you knew it wasn’t needed and so did you. You didn’t set your stuff up at Rae’s knowing it would only be temporary. You told your fans you were visiting your parents and wouldn’t be streaming for a little bit. Though they knew something was up, you hadn’t responded to any of Corpse’s tweets or hadn’t commented on the fact that he posted another hand pic, usually a cute remark like “that’s one sexy hand ^-^” or something like that would be in the comments.
Every night that week without him, you cried yourself to sleep, every night the next week, you did the same, and the week after that, you did it again. It had been almost a month since you guys had ended things and you still cried. You would keep crying. Corpse knew you were staying with Rae, and made sure to ask her if you were okay. Short answer, Rae told him every time: No.
It was raining one night, fit the mood, as you sat in bed on your laptop watching streams of him play, missing his laugh and his voice. You frequently went back to the stream where he couldn’t do admin swipe, because that was the hardest he had laughed on camera. The hardest he had ever laughed was when you two had fallen off of the bed, when you had surprised him with a kiss. A heavy thump echoed through the house as the both of you fell into a fit of laughter, you had calmed down, but he was still going - couldn’t look at you without bursting into a laughing fit - he tried to stop the laughter, because it was making his stomach hurt like 30,000 knifes, but he couldn’t. That admin swipe didn’t even come close. But it was close enough for you as you cried watching them. You opened your camera roll to which you found lots of photos of him. You cried.
You got up out of Rae’s guest bed. She was streaming so you just shot her a text careful not to give your location away. She shot you a simple text back as you left the house in your little black honda civic, you looked at the little plastic bag he had set up for your gum wrappers and used gum.
Tears ran down your face as the rain followed. You sighed getting out of the car standing in the rain contemplating if you should go and knock on the door or not. You knew he wouldn’t be doing okay. Or maybe he was, but you just knew him too well to know he wouldn’t be hurting.
“Fuck it.” You muttered under your breath.
You walked up to the front door, knocking on it furiously as the porch light turned on. He opened the door. You looked at his face, his eyes were bloodshot red like yours, and you could hear tiny sniffles coming from his nose. You could see the couch behind him had been pulled out into the bed, but there was nobody staying over. He couldn’t sleep in the bed the two of you shared. But you knew you had to give the sappy ass speech because you were both hurting.
“When I started streaming in 2015, I didn’t think it would be like this. Y’know. I knew I’d be meeting people left and right, but I didn’t know I would meet you. Until I did. Then we started to talk outside of the group and streams and, everything else. Then you opened up to me about everything you possibly could and we knew each other for two months. But that felt like years. Then you asked me to come to San Fransisco and thank god i said yes. Then we went on two dates on your balcony and they were perfect, and thennnn you asked me to be your girlfriend and of course I said yes. One year later, I convince you to move to L.A. with me, you say yes. We move here, buy a house, everything was perfect. Two years later, I’m sitting in bed for one month, crying over you, because we both want each other, you just wanna give me better. But that’s not how it works. How it works is we go through life together and I’m fine waiting for you, because I can’t live without you. I can’t function without you and people who love eachother go through life together and we loved eachother. I still love you.” By the end of it, your words were unintelligible to anyone but him.
He just looked at you, the same tears running down his face as you, he sighs of relief, “Thank fuck. I tried to call you everyday, but I couldn’t. Not after I was a coward like that. It was so fucking shitty of me to do that to you - I just wanted you to have better. I needed you to have better.” He cried as you pulled him close, your foreheads touching.
“It’s okay,” You said hugging his head.
“Please take me back, please.” He choked.
Your foreheads touched, “Of course I’ll take you back, I need you back.”
Your soft lips pressed onto his as you both smiled against it. You could taste the salty water between your lips. Although Corpse’s eyes were now dried. He smiled down at you pulling you back into a hug. Rae texted you as you heard the familiar ding of your phone.
Pulling away from Corpse and pulling your phone out, a screenshot of both you and Corpse’s bitmoji’s showed up on Rae’s snap maps. A message sat underneath it.
this you? 🤭
You chuckled showing Corpse as he let out a laugh with you.
yeah SDFJHDKFSJDNG spending the night here :)
i knew you guys could get through this! see you tomorrow, come pick up your shit 😐
SDJFKDJF all jokes aside - thank you so much Rae, i wouldn’t have been okay without you. i hope i wasn’t a burden on you.
of course you weren’t! now remember, i’ll see you tomorrow ��❤️💋👩
So that night, you lay in your bed with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend. God, it felt nice to say that again. It was warm and soft and you liked the way his chest fell up and down as you lay on it. His strong arms around you. Careful never to let you go again.
People don’t believe in soulmates, but you knew you had found yours, as when you thought he was asleep, he intertwined your fingers together, as you both fell asleep entangled in between each other.
#corpse husband#corpse husband x reader#corpse x reader#corpse x reader fluff#corpse x reader imagines#corpse husband x reader fluff#corpse husband fluff#corpse x reader angst#corpse husband x reader angst#corpse#valkyrae#valkyrae x reader
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cruel summer ch 12: i have these lucid dreams
Ao3 Wattpad
Summary: sabrina starr, pegasuses, and oh no! the fourth wall broke! do we have a carpenter in the audience?
Word Count: 9000 ish
Tags: Rachel Elizabeth Dare/Jane Penderwick, Rosalind Penderwick/Tommy Geiger, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Jane Penderwick, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Rosalind Penderwick, Skye Penderwick, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Martin Penderwick, Elizabeth "Batty" Penderwick, Elizabeth Penderwick (senior), Iantha Aaronson-Penderwick, Ben Aaronson-Penderwick, Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Annabeth Chase, Jeffrey Tifton-McGrath, Percy Jackson, Demeter (Percy Jackson), Apollo (Percy Jackson), Camp Half-Blood (Percy Jackson), Camp Half-Blood AU, Demigods, demeter!elizabeth penderwick, demeter!rosalind (second generation), demeter!batty (second generation), apollo!alec mcgrath, apollo!jeffrey (second generation), demeter!jane (second generation), demeter!skye (second generation), all of that's in no particular order, main focus is on jane because i love her and she's so so fun to write, tomsalind is there (and stuff will happen - i can't really say what, it will really be eventful though), yes of course there's solangelo, takes place right before Penderwicks In Spring, After Trials of Apollo, more tags to come??, Minor Swearing
Notes and Full Chapter below cut:
Hello everyone and welcome back! I'll admit, this is a little later today than I'd been planning to post (was hoping to get an early start), but hey! If the Puppet History season 4 finale can be late, then so can I!
First off, a massive massive thank you to waterbottle_stickers for being the best beta reader ever. This chapter would be a mess without you. Also, if you haven't already, please check out their enola holmes fic wherever you stray, i follow it's truly wonderful.
If you've been following me on tumblr, then you'll know that, in addition to reblogging an alarming quantity of good omens fanart, I've been making some plans for fics this month. The original plan from back in august was to post every day of the month, but... ahhh.... I just don't work that fast lmao. I'll have to be content with just posting a fair amount this month. Happy october! Anyway, stay tuned.
On this fine day, we've got two lovely QUEER fanfic recommendations that I'm very excited to share. Up first is one from the tumblr blog izzielizzie (which you should all absolutely check out! especially if you're into the one of us is lying fandom!). it centers around the skye/melissa pairing and their senior prom, which Skye is said to have only gone to last minute, and also wearing a lab coat, in a passage of the penderwicks at last. featuring some oblivious lesbians and also jane. once again a massive thanks to izzielizzie, as this fic is one of my favourites!. click here to take a look! (also keep an eye on her blog in general bc her penderwicks fics are awesome!)
The second fanfic is also one I'm very fond of, as it focuses on the siblinghood of skye and jane, which is one of my favourite topics on earth. check out rolling down the ancient high street by hanchewie/ramblemadlyon (tumblr and ao3 respectively) for the sibling antics of aroace skye and bisexual jane when the latter visits the former at her college in california! and, if you like it, ramblemadlyon has two other penderwicks fics from the past couple days that look fantastic as well, and that I look forward to reading.
This chapter is dedicated to my therapist, since I've decided this will be the month of oddly specific dedications. thank you for telling me to stop referring to cruel summer as my "trash baby" and help me recognize the true worth that it holds in my life.
Disclaimer: not my characters, you know the drill. Jeanne Birdsall and Rick Riordan are lucky ducks indeed. chapter title is (obviously) from "lucid dreams" by Juice WRLD.
FROM THE POV OF JANE PENDERWICK
The woods loomed around me, seeming as tall as buildings as they invited me in further. I took another step, the sharp pain of a pinecone digging into my foot barely registered in my mind. I kept walking. A crack sounded throughout the air, and, behind me, a tree splintered round its base and fell down, only inches away from crushing me dead, and completely blocking the path out.
Frightened, I began to run, looking for a way out of the forest. But no matter which way I went, there were only trees in front of me. Where was the path? Where was the grassy hill I had walked down to get in here in the first place. Had I even walked down that hill to begin with? Now that I thought about it, I wasn’t sure I remembered coming here. I wasn’t sure I remembered waking up this morning, or going to bed last night, or anything besides existing in the forest. Who was I? What was I doing here? How could I get out?
Panicking, I stood in the middle of a clearing, looking frantically at the trees around me, trying to find something familiar. Nothing. I was exhausted. How long had I been here? An hour? A day? A lifetime? I collapsed at the base of a tree, sobbing as I tried to remember. Something. Anything.
Then, a voice echoed around me. “Welcome,” it said, and my mind went black.
I bolt upright in bed, a scream halfway out of my throat. I clamp it back, not wanting to wake my cabinmates. Thin light whimpers through the window--enough for me to see my white-knuckle grip on the sheets, but not enough to pass as daylight.
What time is it?
Our cell phones don’t really work here--that was one of the first things Miranda told us when we arrived, and Batty’s been gleefully lording it over us that her Mp3 player will still play music and, like, function, while our smart phones recline sadly in our duffel bags. That being said, I don’t feel quite brave enough to get out of my bed just yet and tiptoe over to the big analog clock that Rio bought at a pawn shop in Colorado. Maybe my phone will at least show the time.
I reach under my bed and fumble for my duffel, hooking my pinky through the zipper loop and yanking it out onto my floor. My phone’s in the front pocket, buried under two pairs of headphones, several gum wrappers, and some strawberry leaves (?????). A piece of gum peels off the screen as I disentangle my phone, and I mentally chide my past self for being so messy.
My phone does not turn on. Big clock it is.
I tiptoe across the cold tile and peer around the tree.
5:45 .
Jesus Pagan Christ.
It’s too early to wake anyone up (as I think this, Batty lets out a snore to rival any crabby Tyrannosaurus Rex), so I wrap a blanket around myself like a criminally attractive burrito, and creep out onto the porch, with my notebook and pen tucked into my shirt.
As long as I live, I will never get tired of summer mornings. There’s something deeply lovely about the soft light of the still-sleepy, pink lemonade sun, the quiet anticipation of the cool air, damp from dew and preparing for the upcoming heat. At home in Cameron, Skye’s woken me up many an early morning to go for a run or do soccer drills or for a grueling “Seven Minute Workout Except You Don’t Follow The Rules And Torture Your Sister by Making It Actually A Forty-Nine Minute Workout.” (But it’s okay, I’m not bitter). But, as delightful as those experiences have all been, I don’t think Skye really gets it. The beauty of the summer morning is not what it can do for your workout schedule, but rather in its gentle softening of an otherwise boiling day. It is to be appreciated in the way that I am now, sitting curled up on this frighteningly creaky porch (I mean, seriously, who built this?) and calling up the Sabrina Starr section of my brain to try and write away the residual panic from my nightmare.
Sabrina sighed as the plane took off. She wasn’t sure if she should have followed the voice in her head telling her to come here. Saying it out loud--even just thinking it--made it sound ridiculous. A dream, a voice in her mind. Barely more than a whim.
Worse than that, Sabrina wasn’t even sure where this whim was taking her. On a napkin in her pocket, she’d scrawled everything she remembered about the dream from the night before. The dark sky, lit only with spiderwebs of lightning, the shadowy figure huddled on a beach and soaked through with rain. The voice crying for help.
And a name. Aeaea.
After she’d woken up, Sabrina had looked up Aeaea, too tired to fully connect why the name felt familiar. Her heart had sunk further after reading the Wikipedia entry, and a breath of hopelessness had left her lips. According to the internet, Aeaea was not a real place. It had been the island prison of Circe. Fiction wasn’t new to Sabrina, and neither was mythology (she recalled an adventure spent with a ghost called Rainbow from a few years back).
Fictional places, though, were another matter. How could she get somewhere if she didn’t know where she was going? Was she trusting her gut with too much this time?
Sabrina folded up the napkin and put it back in her pocket. There was no point in worrying about that now. She’d looked at enough maps to make a guess at where Aeaea might be if it was real. When she got there, she could get more information. Sabrina Starr had survived this long in her career of rescues and whims. She could survive one more adventure. Worst case scenario, she said to herself, I spend a few days running around for nothing and have to brush up on my Greek.
She repeated it to herself like a promise. Worst case scenario, worst case scenario… Eventually, tired out from all her anxieties, and from trying desperately not to worry about what would come next, Sabrina fell asleep.
FROM THE POV OF RACHEL ELIZABETH DARE
“Okay, I give up. Tell me what’s wrong.” Annabeth’s voice startles me away from my plate of eggs, which I had been pushing around with a fork. Anxiety bubbles in my throat, just as it had been since I woke up, and food just doesn’t sound like a good idea.
“I--what?”
Annabeth waves her hand impatiently. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve been talking to you for five minutes and I don’t think you’ve looked up once. Also you’re always hungry in the mornings, so unless you, like, ate an entire cow before I got here, this ,” she gestures to my uneaten eggs, “is unusual behaviour.”
I give her a look. Sometimes, I get the feeling that Annabeth exists as a part of multiple different dimensions at once, like she’s having four other conversations that I can’t hear, and is still ten steps ahead of me in the one I’m actually a part of.
Or maybe I’m just easy to read.
“Nothing’s wrong.” I don’t want to talk about it. “I’m fine.” I’m terrified.
Annabeth sighs. “Is this about the prophecy?”
“No,” I spear another piece of egg, and don’t eat it. “Maybe. Yes.” I feel like going back to my cave and staying there for the rest of my life. Waiting with a book and some paints for the prophecy to get bored and go away. Maybe I’d take Jane with me, or Nico, for some company. That sounds nice.
My plate is pulled away from me as I aim my fork again. “I can’t pay attention when you do that,” Annabeth huffs. I think I wouldn’t invite her to stay in my cave. She’s too on the nose when I want to mope. Then again, she says the same about me.
“Fine,” I turn and face her. “Let’s talk feelings.” Connor Stoll, who had been making his way towards our table, abruptly turns around and walks the other way. I should get Chiron to hire a therapist. Gods know we need it.
Further proving my point, Annabeth’s eyes widen a little, before she remembers it is I who will be spilling. (I make a point to corner her later. It’s a routine we have). “Wow. You broke fast.”
I nod. “I’m tired and you’re annoying.” (False. We both know it. Another routine). “Like you said, I’m nervous about the prophecy.”
Annabeth nods. “And?”
I frown. “What do you mean, and ? There’s no and.”
Annabeth frowns back at me. A mirror, a mime, an annoyance. The nerve to look disappointed in me. “I thought you were spilling, Red.”
I roll my head back and study the roof of the pavilion, which Annabeth designed, and slowly lean my head down to stare at the table. I really don’t want to have this conversation. I go along anyways. “I’m worried about Jane.”
Annabeth leans back, triumphant. “Ah, yes. Your girlfriend.”
Maybe if I try reeeeeeeally hard, I can activate the Oracle of Delphi and freak Annabeth out enough to make her go away. “ Not my girlfriend. You know that.”
“You called Percy my boyfriend for weeks before we actually officially decided.”
I wave my hand dissmissively. “That’s different, you guys were dancing around each other for like three years. You needed a bit of a push. Jane and I kissed once! Over a week ago! And nothing came of it.” We actually haven’t really talked about it. We’re in this sort of in-between zone where we spend a ton of time together, but don’t have a label for it. Honestly, it’s been nice.
Annabeth grins, apparently reading my thoughts. “You’ve been eating lunch with the Demeter cabin, like, every other day. I saw you doing archery together yesterday. Both of you were awful at it, but you stayed there for hours. I’ve never seen you focus on something that long outside of your paintings.”
I stare at the ceiling again. Maybe Annabeth designed it so that a single square foot of rock might fall down onto my head and relieve me from this conversation. “Yes, fine, we spend a lot of time together. But that doesn’t make us a couple, and has nothing to do with what I’m actually worried about!” I can see in her face that Annabeth is more serious now, and is about to fully listen to me, when Percy and Malcolm show up, sliding into the seats across from us, and clanging several plates of pancakes down onto the table in front of them.
“Made them ourselves! Wanna share?” Percy gives Annabeth heart eyes and a kiss on the cheek when she folds a large blue pancake into thirds and bites it like a burrito. I roll my eyes at them because they are a horrifying and disgusting couple and also I kind of want to be them when I grow up. Malcolm ignores them, instead turning to me. “Were you talking about Jane?” he asks, pushing wire rimmed glasses up his nose.
I frown. “Sort of. Why?”
He shrugs, sheepish. “You know. Just, uh, just wondering.”
I narrow my eyes at him, then Percy, who tears himself away from looking at Annabeth to sigh dramatically. “Malcolm wants to ask out Jane’s sister. You know, the blond one.”
I snort. “ Skye? Seriously?”
Malcolm looks vaguely offended. “What’s so weird about that?”
“Sorry, it’s not weird.” I reach over the table to pat him on the shoulder with my fork. “Perfectly normal teenage hormones.” He glares at me and I smile sweetly back. “I just can’t imagine Skye going out with anyone, that’s all.”
Malcolm stares down at his pancake, disappointed. “Oh. You sure?”
I nod, feeling a little more normal with my friends and less doom-related breakfast conversation. My eggs are past the threshold of “warm and appetizing” but I take a bite anyway. “Pretty sure. Jane told me that she’s aroace and, based on past occurrences, there’s a seventy percent chance she’ll punch anyone who asks her out. Anyway, why the interest? I didn’t know you guys talked.”
Malcolm shrugs. “We don’t, really. She just seems cool.”
Percy pipes in, “He’s been practically obsessed with her since she won that soccer game against the Nike kids and made them cry.”
I nod approvingly. “Well, Malcolm, at least we know you have good taste.”
Annabeth pats him on the head, ignoring his complaints that her hand is covered in blue maple syrup. “Better luck next time, brother of mine.”
Piper and Leo join us next, contributing an alarming volume of grapes and a single hardboiled egg to the breakfast display. Leo grabs a pancake and wraps it around some grapes, before taking a big bite. “I hear you’re discussing Malcolm’s romantic failures,” he says around the world’s worst breakfast burrito. Piper gasps in mock offense, then swallows the unpeeled hardboiled egg whole, like a snake. (This is a regular morning routine. She’s trying to work up to being a sword swallower, since her dad did it in a movie once and she thought it looked like fun). “ Malcolm, why didn’t you come to me? I could have given you a verdict within five minutes!”
“I wanted advice on whether I should ask out that Heaphestus boy two weeks ago and you told me to fuck off.”
Piper pouts at him. “That’s on you, you caught me at a bad time.”
Annabeth holds up a pancake with the air of a respected royal and we turn to her. “As delightful as this is, Rachel and I were initially talking about her romantic prospects and also her worries and fears, and I feel that we should get back to that before she slinks off and avoids the rest of the conversation.”
I glare at her. “Why would you bring this away from the very nice conversation we were having about everyone else’s problems? Do you hate me?” Annabeth rolls her eyes. “No, dumbass, I’m just not letting you walk away from a potential breakthrough. Now, where were we? You were saying that you’re worried about Jane but it has nothing whatsoever to do with your relationship, or lack thereof.”
I give a long suffering sigh, and try to communicate telepathically with Piper that she needs to Save Me Now, but she’s looking at me in interest with her chin resting in her hands, her long fingers adorned with rings sent to her from her Mortal girlfriend, Shel, who bought them at a vintage punk store. The traitor. Defeated, I turn back to Annabeth.
“It’s just that, whatever ends up happening with this prophecy, I don’t want it to fuck her up, in the way the quests have sometimes done to us. Like, we’re used to this by now, but it hasn’t been a smooth road. I don’t exactly like going on quests, and at first I was really worried at the prospect of being included in a prophecy, since that’s fairly abnormal, but Jane was only made aware of her heritage a couple months ago! What if this turns out like Silena or Beckendorf or-or Jason, and the prophecy destroys her, and it’s all my fault because I’m the one who pulled her into all this?”
Everyone tenses up at the mention of Jason, but they continue to look at me with a mixture of concern and love that makes something soften inside of me. For the hundredth time, I think of how lucky I am to have these people who love me unconditionally. Even if they really, really need therapy.
“I know that I didn’t plan any of this, but we’re both tied in now, especially since both Chiron and I had the prophetic dream and I actually gave the prophecy that day in the woods, and, well, this isn’t her world yet. She’s only got a little bit of ichor in her, and she grew up knowing nothing of any of this. In a way, I did too, and I have no ichor, but I had clear sight. For me, it was ineffable, but she could technically leave any time, if it weren’t for the prophecy. She can leave, and I feel like it’s up to me to make sure that doesn’t change.”
“Oh, Rachel.” Annabeth reaches her arms out to me and I let myself be pulled into an embrace. “Jane’s going to be okay. We’ll make sure of it.”
Sabrina stood in line at the boat rental hut, her arms crossed and a frown plastered on her face. It had not been a successful afternoon. For hours, she’d been searching the coastal towns near where her plane landed, looking for some trace of Aeaea, or anything else she’d seen in her dream. She was used to working with dregs. It was normal for her to have to squint a little at the evidence, have to shuffle things together around big holes of “Maybe,” like she was working a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing.
But this was something else.
Sabrina had read about places where mythology shaped the culture. Places where the tourist draws were events that had supposedly happened thousands of years ago, or creatures that only existed in grainy photographs and people’s imaginations. Hell, she’d met the Loch Ness monster. Was it insane for her to have assumed she’d be able to find the same kind of thing here? All her training and years of experience had told her that, if you sniff around long enough, you’ll find a conspiracy theorist or a slightly off-the-rails guidebook.
So far, though, Sabrina had found nothing. Absolutely nothing. She hunted around, searching up library catalogs, checking every store on the street. “Aeaea,” “Circe,” even “the Odyssey.”
Nothing.
The line edged along slowly, and Sabrina ran her hands up and down her arms. The air was chilly from its proximity to the cold sea water. There were three people in front of her now. She just had to wait a little longer, then she would have a boat and be able to explore these waters herself.
Something was wrong with this place. Something was wrong with all of these places. And Sabrina was going to figure out what.
Later, Jane and I are taking our time walking to the pegasus stables to watch the riding lesson that Rosalind has reluctantly agreed to let Batty take (provided that Percy, who’s teaching today, doesn’t let her fly high enough that she’ll die if she falls off, and that Batty wears all of the necessary protective gear). Jane looks lovely, wearing a sunshine-y yellow bandana that sets off her dark curls and warm sepia skin. She has on her Camp Half-Blood shirt again, and a short green skirt, and all of it should clash horribly, but it doesn’t.
We’ve decided to cut through the strawberry fields, and I swallow a sun-warmed strawberry while Jane tells me about the dream she had last night. I think back to my conversation with Annabeth this morning when she tells me of the dark woods and the feeling of drowning, the memory warping and the echoing voice. At some point we sit down in a patch of grass, a simple circle amidst strawberry plants with a couple logs where the campers and satyrs take their breaks when they work here. Jane finishes her story and we sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, only broken by the grunts of annoyance Jane makes while trying to get her plant powers to activate again. She’s been doing that a lot.
“Well that sucks,” I say finally. “Have you been having other dreams like it?”
Jane shrugs, the neon orange fabric of her shirt wrinkling on her shoulders. “One or two, I think. Last night’s was the first one I really remembered. ” She smiles out of the corner of her mouth. “I hardly ever remember my dreams. It used to upset me. I thought I was losing potential writing material.”
I laugh. It’s such a Jane thing to think, that I can’t help it. She goes quiet, like she’s reminiscing, and I picture a tiny version of Jane, sitting crossed-legged on her summer quilt, writing. I look at her now, scrunched up nose and big brown eyes. Oh gods, she must have been an adorable child.
“My mother used to say that my imagination was the eighth wonder of the world,” Jane says. She’s looking down the hill at the cabins, plant powers temporarily forgotten, and I remember her telling me about her mother, the first Elizabeth Penderwick, who came here and was a daughter of Demeter and loved opera. The Penderwick siblings’ beloved mother who died so young.
I move closer to Jane on the log. “I can understand why she’d say that.”
Jane smiles again, a little sad this time, a little absent, but full to the brim with love.
“Bet you she’s in Elysium,” I say softly. I explained the Underworld to Jane a couple weeks ago, and she’d gotten this same absent look on her face, that I now know means she’s thinking about her mother. Jane nods, now, then turns to me. “Could we talk about something else?” Her voice is quiet, her eyes a little shiny.
“Course,” I say. “Shall I regale you with tales of dimwittery at this camp in the years past?” I told her last week about the time some Hermes kids tried to order pizza to the camp, accidently causing Chiron to think we were under attack. Jane had nearly fallen off the bench laughing.
She grins now, but shakes her head. “Tell me what it’s like being an Oracle.” I give her a look. She’s asked me before and I never really know what to say. When I give prophecies, it’s like I black out. I’m taken over by another entity who shares my body. (“Like that lady in Suicide Squad ,” Leo had said when I tried to explain it to him once, but I’d refused to be compared to such a gods-fucking-awful movie). So, in a way, I don’t know what it’s like to be the Oracle.
As if reading my thoughts, Jane shakes her head. “Not that part. I’ve seen you all green and smokey, and I know you can’t feel it. I mean the other stuff. How did you know it was you? What did you have to do to become the Oracle? That kind of thing.” I relax a little. Jane’s asked me all sorts of weird questions about Greek mythology and the gods recently. She calls it “research for her book,” but sometimes I think she’s just nosy. It’s cute.
Jane shrugs and looks off into the distance. If you tilt your head a little you can kind of see the stables from here. We have fifteen more minutes to get there, according to my watch. I decide to take it easy. “Delphi is this weird ethereal spirit,” Jane continues, “but there’s also just everyday, Oracle you, who likes paint and denim and bagels.” At that, I laugh. “I actually don’t like bagels that much. I’m just late to breakfast so often that they’re usually the only things available.”
Jane pouts at me and plays with the bracelet tied around my wrist--the one she gave me. “You know what I mean! You know all this weird shit about me because my siblings don’t shut up at lunch, and I know stuff about you, like the denim thing, which I still think is funny by the way. But you’re also the freaking Oracle! Your dormant self lies waiting!” I laugh at her, and she rolls her eyes, but I see the corner of her mouth tilting up. “Rachel, that’s very cool!”
I give in. “Honestly, there’s not much to say, that’s why I don’t talk about it.” I pause. “Well no, it’s that a lot of the stuff beyond the obvious is actually sort of creepy and weird, and not in a good way. There’s stuff I try not to think about, is what I mean.”
The edge of her yellow bandana sticks up as Jane tilts her head at me. “That makes sense. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
I shake my head. “No, it feels okay right now.” I mean it. Now that I’ve gotten into the swing of it, I do want to talk about it. Still, a small sigh escapes me. “I like being the Oracle, because that’s what brought me to a place where I feel like I belong and I have people who love me. It’s nice to know that I’m fulfilling my purpose in life.”
Jane pulls her knees up to her chest. “But?”
“But I also get lonely.” It comes out in a rush. “There are other oracles, but I didn’t know about any of them until the Apollo thing happened, and even then, they’re all supernatural beings--I know, I know, but not in the way I am. It’s not the same. Also, there are all these weird rules. Like I have to stay an unmarried virgin my whole life.”
“That’s fucked,” Jane says softly.
“I know! Chiron won’t even tell me why, just that it’s ‘the rules’” I let out an annoyed huff. “And, like, it’s not even that the idea itself bothers me. That’s pretty much what I was planning to do with my life anyway.”
“Same.”
“But it’s the principle of the thing!” I flick a strand of hair out of my face, offhandedly noticing that the tip of my pinky finger is slightly green. I ignore it. It’s not important. “Just because I don’t want to have sex or get married doesn’t mean it’s a fair rule to impose on me! Besides, why is it always the women in these things whose identities are tied up in who they do or don’t fuck? Last I checked, Grover didn’t have to sign an ‘I shalt not fornicate’ contract when he became Lord of the Wild!”
“Exactly!” Jane raises her hands and shouts up to the sky. “Don’t you fuckers realize we’re more than that?”
“The Hunters of Artemis, too!” I’m a jack-in-the-box, and something’s winding me up. “Thalia and Reyna send me letters all the time, and they seem really happy! Which is great!” I pause to emphasize the greatness of their happiness. My pinky is completely green, now. “But, they also had to make a stupid ‘ode of chastity,’ like I did!”
“Are you kidding me?” Jane’s hair flips as she turns to me. “I thought Artemis was one of the good ones!”
My voice lowers to a husky rumble, and I stare into the distance towards you, the reader. “In a broken system, there are no good ones. Abolish the police.” I clear my throat and my voice turns back to normal. “Sorry, zoned out for a second.” My green pinky has begun to vibrate.
“Happens to the best of us,” Jane’s voice is light and nonchalant. “And yeah, I know. Pretty much all of the gods have skeletons sitting on their shoulders, but it just seems out of character for her. I thought all of Artemis’s groups were supposed to be safe havens, not oppressive structures in their own right.”
I frown. “Yeah you’re right, that is weird. I’d never thought of it much beyond the gods having weird rules, but I wonder if something bigger is at play. The gods might be fucked up in the way that regular people are, and are undoubtedly responsible for all sorts of crap. But then there's more personal things, like the ‘chastity vows’ the Hunters and I had to take, and the fact that Nico was initially outed by Eros, and the weird unexplained eye condition that Piper had during some of her quests that made her eyes a bunch of bright, Eurocentric colors, rather than their natural brown. All sorts of other stuff, too.”
“Wow!” Jane says, sitting up straight on the grass. Her hand moves from where it was resting in her lap to cover her heart. “It’s almost like a bunch of genuinely good and inspiring material, such as including prominent queer people and characters of color in fun children’s fantasy, as well as having an immortal group of warrior women who support each other and are free from the gaze of men, was taken into the hands of a cis white man armed with unchecked misogyny and a fair amount of white Twitter feminism, both of which really showed when he tried to create an inclusive and empowering book series for children! Like yeah, it had its moments, and definitely some good characters, but overall, a lack of meaningful research in certain areas really made it fall flat!” Once again, I stare through the bindings of URLs and internet coding, now joined by Jane as we lock eyes with you, the reader. This time, we hold eye contact for nearly a minute, giving you time to read and process the long tangent spat out by this fanfic’s author, who, if we’re being honest, has gone just a tad off the rails right now. Finally, Jane and I look away from you, and resume our roles as fictional characters, still shaking off that strange cloud that comes with staring into the soul of those who give you life.
“Ugh, what’s going on with me today?” Jane groans at the same time I mutter, “What’s Twitter?” We turn to each other, blinking in the sunlight, then grin. This is normal. We’re fine. Jane looks up at the sky again. “I wonder if the gods are watching us. Maybe we should make them think we suck so they’ll leave you alone.”
I laugh as she sticks her tongue out, grinning wickedly at a nearby cloud. “Better yet, make them think we’re too powerful to be messed with,” I say. Jane sees me watching her and opens her mouth, sucking the cloud in between her teeth. The sky seems bluer in the space where it had been, and Jane’s eyes glitter with mirth as she swallows. “Mmm, tastes like sugar.” I giggle, feeling a small shiver on the top of my head. When I peer up, I see another cloud has floated over to me. I open my own mouth, and take it in, just as Jane did hers. “Sugar, yes. But there’s a touch of blood, too,” I say. Jane nods sagely. “What were we talking about?”
“The inherent misogyny in much of Greek mythology and the world of Camp Half-Blood in general.”
Jane nods again. “Right. A very important topic. It makes it weird when I’m writing sometimes. You know, cause I want to bring in Circe and Zeus and Apollo and all these fascinating characters, but there’s just so much bad stuff tied up with them that comes up when I research.” She looks down at our feet, which are standing in the midst of a strawberry patch. We seem to have been walking, crushing sweet summer strawberries as we go, which is odd because I don’t remember getting up. “You know Rachel, I’m feeling a bit strange.”
I look at her, and see an odd blankness in her warm brown eyes. “Now that you mention it, Jane, so am I.”
“My thoughts and words are my own,” Jane says, “But there’s something up with my body. I can’t really feel it.”
“I agree, I’ve honestly gone a bit numb.” I try to glance down at my fingers, wondering idly if they’ve gotten any more green, but find that my neck won’t bend.
Jane’s eyebrows furrow. “Yet, at the same time, I feel as though I could do anything. Grow another grass blade. Grow a flower. Grow a tree. Bend the world to my will if I wanted to.”
“Or is it the world bending me to its will.” I grin at my own philosophical point, but find that the smile won’t go away. Pretty fucking inconvenient, since the next thing I was going to bring up was part of the whole serious misogyny conversation. I decide to go for it anyway. “And I’m not the only one with weird rules!” Jane nods, as if this is a perfectly normal segway, and the only extraneous thought that floats through my mind as we find ourselves walking down a hill is how unfair it is that she still has control over her neck and I don’t. “Remember when I told you about the Hunters of Artemis?”
“Oh yeah! Your friends Reyna and Thalia, right?”
“Yeah, them! They send me letters sometimes, and seem really happy, which is great.” I pause, meaning to add emphasis, when I’m hit with a great sensation of deja-vu. “Wait a second, we already talked about this, didn’t we?” I try to remember, but something in my mind is rapidly melting. I cannot find it. I cannot find anything.
“Jane?” My voice quivers, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Oh gods, please let this be a dream. For a moment, I try to convince myself that it’s the Oracle of Delphi taking over, just like she did the other day and generally does a couple times a year. But I know that I’m lying. This is not what that feels like. “Jane, where are you?” I can barely move my mouth to say the words. I can feel nothing but the frozen fear of paralysis, of lost control. When I open my eyes, this other thing in my body has brought me to the edge of the forest. “Jane? Jane?” She could be right beside me, unable to speak, and I wouldn’t know because I can’t turn my head, can’t move my eyes, can barely even hear right now.
It’s okay, something says.
“Jane?” It’s not her voice. It’s no one’s voice.
It’s okay. You’re home.
With every cut the wooden oars made through the choppy ocean water, Sabrina knew she was getting closer. She could feel it in her bones, in her brain, a little voice that whispered in her ear. It had been three hours. Her body was worn down, energy levels dipping dangerously low, when she felt something scrape the bottom of her boat.
A rock.
Frantically, she peered through the fog that had begun to surround her boat a mile ago. The island. Had she finally made it?
As if answering her call, a peel of thunder rang out, and Sabrina’s boat began to fill with rain that pounded down from the sky. The storm from her dream. She rowed even faster, then, fear sparking a renewed strength in her tired muscles.
Just as Sabrina was about to reach the shore, a massive wave crashed over her, and her boat capsized. She came back up, sputtering, holding her sopping wet bag above her head. Another wave swept against Sabrina’s face, and she found herself spitting out a mouthful of saltwater. Finally, she washed up on the shore, heaving breaths raking through her lungs.
Sabrina blinked, pushing herself up onto her elbows. It was real. She was here.
She had made it.
FROM THE POV OF ROSALIND PENDERWICK
It’s been a pleasant day so far. Breakfast with my siblings and some of the Demeter cabin (though Jane did seem a bit absent-minded). Miranda, Florien, and Rio convinced me to practice some plant magic with them for a couple hours and I built up to growing a small sunflower. Lunch (again with Jane seeming distracted, though Rachel ate with us this time, which appeared to help). Then, Skye and Jeffrey disappeared with some of the older campers (supposedly for a regular game of soccer, but the unsettling gleam in their eyes had me doubting that was all there was too it), Jane and Rachel went to take a walk in the strawberry fields, and Batty and I were left to prepare for a pegasus riding lesson. If it had been up to Batty, the latter could have easily taken up the entire afternoon, but changing into durable pants and finding a bandana can only take so long.
After a somewhat restless hour, during which I grew three peonies and Batty rhapsodized about the stable of unicorns that another demigod camp apparently has, Batty and I arrive at the stable. We’re ten minutes early, and she’s been talking a mile a minute the whole time, not stopping from before. I swear I now know as much about pegasuses as she does. According to Rachel, the teacher today is Percy, her friend, who’s very responsible “when he puts his mind to it.” I wasn’t sure how to tell her that’s actually not very comforting, but Batty looked so excited and I figured there will be plenty of other people there, so. Why not. She’s been spending so much time there anyway.
Needless to say, I very much regret my decision now.
The stables are modest, made of wood and painted green, and I’ve been there several times by now. There’s a long line of stalls visible when we first walk in, but Batty skips straight to the far end, where a massive pegasus the color of a carrot pokes its head over the door and nuzzles Batty’s hair. She looks up at me with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart, and pats the horse on the nose. “Rosy, this is Queen Lotus Flower. Percy said we have a impenetrable bond.”
I look at the two of them with a questioning gaze. How can they both have the exact same puppy-dog eyes? I swear to god. The gods. All of them. “Batty, sweetheart. That horse is like ten feet tall.”
She nods enthusiastically. “I know, she’s so much taller than any other horse I’ve seen. Percy says she has the biggest wingspan of any horse at camp.”
I nod, slowly, wondering why my sister picked the biggest pegasus to fall in love with. At that moment, Percy pushes the door open. “Hey Batty! Ready for your lesson?” Batty leaves her post by Queen Lotus Flower to wrap her arms around my waist and nod. I look Percy over. He’s a few inches taller than me, with brown skin and curly hair. A beaded camp necklace, orange tshirt, and jeans. Weird arm tattoo aside, he’s one of the most normal-looking people at camp. I’ve only met him a couple times before, but, my nerves over Batty flying around on massive horses aside, I do trust him. Rachel seems to have a good taste in friends. Also, Batty likes him, and she’s still shy around a good number of Skye and Jane’s friends back in Cameron.
For the next few minutes, I watch as Percy instructs Batty on buckling Queen Lotus Flower’s giant saddle and looping the bridle over her nose. Not wavering a bit from the “lesson” aspect of all this, he steps back to let her show what she’s already learned from hanging around the stables so often, only stooping in to guide her when she gets confused. As the minutes tick by, more people show up for the lesson: three other students, and a good sized crowd of people who just like watching the pegasuses. By then, I’m seated on the grass outside the stables, soaking in the blistering sun and watching as Percy (seated atop a wiry black pegasus who Batty pointed out as Blackjack) darts around the large dusty enclosure, making final preparations for the lesson.
Skye and Jeffrey show up then, and sit on either side of me. I want to ask them where Jane and Rachel are, but they’re talking non-stop about a game they just played in the woods with some of the other campers, only switching the subject when Percy and Blackjack return and they begin discussing whether or not it should be scientifically possible for a horse to fly.
Just as Batty and Queen Lotus Flower begin a gentle trot around the enclosure, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and hear the familiar sound of Tommy’s chuckle. “She’s got a weird knack for that,” he says. I nod, grinning.
It’s been good with us. We’ve had breakfast together a few times, even played a game of basketball one afternoon. Our conversations aren’t the same as they used to be, and there’s a sense of newness that feels cold and strange every so often. But it’s good. It feels right. At least for now, this feels like where we’re supposed to be.
As Percy starts demonstrating how to take flight, I look around again. Jane and Rachel still aren’t here. They promised to come. (“For moral support!” Jane had said. “Wouldn’t miss it,” Rachel had added with a smile). I try to push it out of my head. This lesson is a big deal. Batty’s going to be flying.
She leans forward on Queen Lotus Flower’s neck.
They begin to run, moving together like a single being.
Just as they burst into the air, Batty’s euphoric smile lighting up the sky, Katie grabs my shoulders from behind. I shush her so I can lean forward and watch Batty silhouetted against the pegasus’s wide orange wings.
“Rosalind. Rosalind, guys. ” Something about the panic in Katie’s voice makes me turn around. Her usually tied back hair is loose and her clothes rumpled, giving the impression that she was dragged out of bed for this. (Some part of my brain distantly remembers her saying she was going to take a nap). Skye and Jeffrey turn around, too.
“What, what’s happening?” I reach out my hands, trying to calm her as she collapses into a squat, breathing heavily.
“Billie… found me in the cabin… had been looking for you guys… been running all over the camp… lucky I remembered about the riding lesson…”
Jeffrey leans over and puts his hands on her shoulders. She stares down at the dirt while her breathing levels.
“Katie, what are you saying? Why were you and Billie looking for us?”
She looks up, and I see that her forehead is drawn into well-worn creases of worry. “Jane and Rachel have gone into the woods.”
Something was wrong. Sabrina crouched on the wet sand, straining to see through the heavy rain. In her dream there had definitely been someone else on the island. She remembered the hunched figure, the sound of sobs leaking through the rain.
But she’d circled the shore at least twice by now, and there was nobody to be found. “Am I late or something?” she wondered aloud. Somehow, she’d gotten that dream It felt like it had been sent to her. Why did it show a person when there was no one?
Sabrina sighed and began to traipse inland, tucking a knife in her pocket. It wasn’t a big island, and she might as well find some shelter aside from her boat, which was now overturned somewhere on the beach. Circe lived here, didn’t she? There must be some sort of roof, especially if this kind of weather was standard.
Or maybe this was just a random island and there was no Aeaea and Sabrina’s dream had just been the unhinged work of her unconscious mind.
There was a small grassy hill set aside from the sand, which Sabrina crawled up with the determination of a dying warrior. Something was pushing her back. An invisible force, a last crumb of survival instinct, plain old fatigue, she wasn’t sure. But something wanted her out of here, and it pushed back harder and harder as she climbed.
She let out a cry of frustration, clawing at the ground, at the air, at whatever this goddamn thing was, and found a renewed burst of strength that pulled her to the top of the hill. Once there, the force that pushed back ebbed a little, like it was giving up. Sabrina let herself relax, and simply took in the view for a moment.
The hill she lay on top of gave way to a deep valley, sprawling and green. In one corner, there was a cluster of trees that looked healthy and comfortable, despite being on a random Greek island in the middle of the ocean. A modest garden lay next to it, somehow appearing unaffected by the rain, and a narrow river wound around the whole scene.
There was also a house.
Sabrina wasn’t sure what she might have expected from the lair of an infamous Greek enchantress, but it wasn’t this.
She hauled herself up on the hill and started down, rushing through the rain onto a wide wooden porch. There was a large stone vat of something dark and crumbly, with a heavy looking staff of sorts leaning against it. The door to the house was short, and Sabrina heard it scrape on the floor when she pushed it open.
The scene awaiting her was surprisingly cozy when she stepped inside. There was a fire in the hearth and rows upon rows of little viles arranged on a set of shelves beside it. A broom leaned against the wall. Sabrina looked around, noting the way that the rain didn’t make any sound as it thrashed against the roof and window, and the almost drug-like stupor that threatened to take over her brain, whispering that everything was fine, she was safe, nothing bad could happen to her.
Sabrina had encountered hypnosis before, and it only ever made her more jittery.
There was an open hatch in the floor with stairs that lead into darkness. She followed them down, feeling the air grow cooler with every step. Sabrina was quiet, taking tiny steps on her toes, and wincing when one of the stairs creaked. She didn’t know what was down there, and she didn’t want to find out the hard way. But there were no arrows flying up from the space below, no sounds of footsteps or slashes of swords.
Sabrina stepped onto a dirt floor and let herself exhale, shuffling along until her toe hit something hard. Only seasoned reflexes made her reach for the knife in her pocket instead of crying out in fear. She knelt down and squinted in the darkness, trying to see what she’d hit.
A leg.
She frowned, shaking it until she heard a low growl. “Stop that.” She stopped.
“Who are you?” Sabrina leaned closer. If they hadn’t killed her yet she was probably safe.
Instead of answering, they reached out a hand. Sabrina could see a gold ring on the thumb that glinted in a little sliver of light that had crept down from the room above. “Pull me up,” the figure said. “I’ve been paralyzed by the witch.”
Helping the stranger sit turned out to be no simple feat. They were tall and muscular, wearing a cape and a heavy metal chest plate. “The witch?” she questioned, propping them up against one of the cellar’s dirt walls. Her eyes were beginning to adust to the dark, and she could just make out their sharp chin sticking out as their head lolled back.
The figure made a noise. “The witch, the sorceress, the woman. Whatever you want to call her. I figure she sent you down too?” They snorted. “Good luck. I told Zeus not to sent mortals, but does he ever listen? You’re gonna die.”
Sabrina tried to piece together what she could from all this. The witch must be Circe, unless she’d wound up on an entirely different island. And if Circe was going around paralyzing people, then something must be going on. She must be hiding something. As for the person in front of her, Sabrina wasn’t sure who they were. By the way they talked about Zeus, and casually said “mortals,” she’d guess some sort of god? As if that narrowed it down. She’d have to be careful.
“Why did she paralyze you?”
Another weird gutteral noise. “She didn’t like my offer. It’s not the first time this has happened.”
She was growing impatient. Why’d he have to be so vague? “What?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why he always sends me. I don’t think he trusts me. He’d rather me stay her paralysed in the basement of a witch than come back home.”
Sabrina let out an exasperated sigh. This wasn’t working and she needed answers. A whole coast of people with mythology-shaped holes in their memories awaited her. “You’re going to need to be a little more specific. I don’t think we’re on the same page.”
The figure sounded confused. “What do you mean? Don’t you know who I am?”
She leaned forward and inspected them in the darkness. “No. No I don’t.”
They slid their eyes down to her face. “I am the god Apollo. I came here for Circe and she did this to me.”
“What? Why?”
The stairs creaked behind Sabrina and she felt a long nail drag up her back. “I just want to be left alone,” said a voice as deep and powerful as the smell of red wine. “You don’t mind, do you?” Before Sabrina could grab her knife and turn around, before she could even scream, strong arms had surrounded her shoulders and a hand was clamping a damp cloth over her nose and mouth. Shock made her breath in, sharply, and she smelled the sweetness of sleeping drugs.
A heartbeat, a brief struggle, and Sabrina Starr was gone.
#cruel summer fic#cameron writes#the penderwicks#penderwicks#camp half blood#camp half-blood#rachel elizabeth dare#jane penderwick#rosalind penderwick
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Forever Star-Crossed (Jason Todd)
This was a pain in the ass to write! but like a good, challenging pain in the ass lmao. I’ve had this request in my inbox and I believe it was like the second or first one and I’m now just putting it out??? (Anon, I’m sorry.) I had such a straightforward plot, but I guess I struggle with too many specifics?? I don’t know. Also, I didn’t realize it until I was almost done with it, but the plot is kind of like the Great Gatsby, but my writing can do no justice to that amazing story. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! Especially the Anon who requested it, if you’re still out there lol :)
Requested by: Anon
hey I love your writing! I saw requests were open and I was wondering if you could write something where jay is best friends with a girl and he’s secretly in love with her but she’s dating Hal (the green lantern protege? I’m not 100% sure thats his name?) and he stops by her window one day only to see her baking cookies and dancing around in the kitchen with Hal listening to painkiller by ruel and being a cute couple and its just him being all angsty
Word Count: 6432
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The soft clicking of your heels against the pavement rang throughout the dark and desolate city streets of Gotham. The few people that had dared to come out at this time of night were watching you carefully, sizing you up to see what kind of threat you posed if any. You ignored their mysterious gazes and continued on with your phone conversation.
“What’s the plan for dinner?” You asked. A yawn crept up on you and escaped from between your lips. “I just got off work and I’m starving.”
“I don’t know. I just home myself,” A deep sigh fell from his mouth on the other end, “Do you want me to come get you? I’m still dressed, I don’t—”
“I’ll be just fine walking,” A soft laugh fell from your lips as your watchful gaze surveyed the area around you, “I swear you forget who you’re dealing with from time to time.”
A deep chuckle sounded from the other line, “You’re right. Sorry. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon then?”
“Yeah, give me about fifteen minutes,” Your lips curled at the edges, “Maybe when I get home, we can—”
A hand had clamped down on your shoulder from behind and jerked you backward, making you stumble. A gasp fell from your lips and your eyes grew wide as you watched a lonesome thug tug on the strap of your purse, yanking it from your shoulder ripping it from your grasp. The minute he pulled your purse free, he took off down the street, making a hard right into an alley.
“(Y/N)? Hey, what happened?” His voice rose with worry laced into his tone, “(Y/N)!”
“I’m still here,” A shaky breath left your lips as you stood up straight. Your gaze hardened as you leaned down to tighten the straps on your heels. “A damn thug just stole my purse…I’ll have to call you back; I’ll be home a little later than expected.”
Before he could speak another word, you ended the call and ran after the thug. All you could focus on was finding the thief and getting your purse back; it was a gift from your father after all.
Coming upon the alley that the thug had turned down, you stopped yourself and took a deep breath before marched right down the dimly lit path. Your eyes narrowed, watching every shadow move as you walked. Your fists were clenched and your whole body tense; you were ready for a fight.
The sound of rats scurrying across the street pulled your attention towards a flickering light above a dumpster. You caught sight of a body laying on top of the trash bags, not moving. Slowly approaching the body, you realized it was the thug that had just attacked you moments ago; your purse was nowhere near his body and it drew in your curiosity.
Leaning down beside the body, you hesitantly reached for his hand, checking for a pulse. Worry started to build up in your chest when you couldn’t find his pulse. Your hand crept up to his neck, but just before you could touch his skin, a voice stopped you.
“He’s not dead.”
You jumped up from the ground and turned to see where the voice had come from; yet, all you could see was darkness. You spun around in a full circle, your fists still clenched and your hardened gaze staring into pure darkness.
“One punch and he was out.” The voice spoke again, this time a little louder. “I swear these criminals used to be tough and now? Well, they’re just growing soft.”
“I didn’t need your help,” You stated, looking in the direction where you last heard the voice, “I had it perfectly under control.”
“Was letting him get a head start a part of you keeping it under control?” The voice teased.
“Show yourself,” You demanded, your voice harsh.
The person stepped out of the shadows, slowly making his way to stand a few feet away from you. Wearing a leather jacket, black pants, combat boots, and holding your purse wasn’t what disturbed you but the red helmet masking his face and the red modified bat symbol on his chest that shown every time his leather jacket shifted.
“Red Hood.” You stated, your hardened gaze never leaving his masked one.
“You know me?” He questioned, raising his hand to cover his chest, “I’m flattered. I guess word still travels fast in this city of rats.”
“Word gets around, but through a different circle,” You corrected him, “Who are you underneath that helmet? I don’t like strange, masked, crusaders in this city, there’s already too many of them running around.”
“A friend from long ago…” His voice lowered, a hint of sadness is what you believed you heard.
“You’re not any friend of mine,” You responded. Your hands stayed clenched at your sides. He lowered his head and rested a hand on his hip, showing off the pistol on his side, “You better start talking or this won’t end well for you.”
A deep laugh fell from his lips, “You’re still like I last remember you…acting all tough when you’re really a big softie…” He looked down at your purse and tossed it back and forth between his hands, “I’m surprised you still have this. I’m guessing you’re still buddy-buddy with him, aren’t you?”
“What?” Confusion crept on your face as you believed he was referring to Bruce.
He tossed the purse at you, watching you catch it in your hands. Confusion and irritation were clear on your face as you watched him reach behind his helmet and start to pull it off. Your eyes grew wide and your whole body felt weak as you saw a face that you thought you would never see again.
“J-J,” You stuttered, struggling to let his name leave your lips for the first time in so many years, “Jason?”
“In the flesh.”
“N-No,” You shook your head, stumbling backward, “I-It can’t be, you’re dead...I was there for your funeral…I saw you laying in that casket…”
“I was, but some crazy things happened that I can’t explain and I don’t know why, but I’m back.”
“You’re not supposed to be here! I’m losing my mind…” You shouted, your hands pushing your disheveled hair out of your face.
He saw the terrified expression on your face, the blank look in your eyes…it pained him to see you like this. “Hey, I know just seeing me is a lot to take in—”
“I—I just got…I—I can’t do this right now…I got to go.”
“(Y/N), wait.”
Ignoring his pleas for you to stay, you ran out of the alley, not even sparing a glance behind you in fear that your past would be following you. Coming up to the steps of your apartment complex, you flung the door open and slammed it shut, pressing your back firmly against it.
Running a shaky hand through your hair, you took a deep breath and began to make your way up to your apartment door, trying to push the night’s events deep down and towards the back of your mind.
Standing in front of your apartment door, you unclipped your house keys from your purse and unlocked the door and quickly stepped inside, locking it behind you. Resting your head against the wooden door, you shut your eyes and groaned.
“Hey,” His mirthful voice pulled you from your mind, causing you to turn to look at him, “I can see you got your purse back,” His smile faded the moment he saw a glint of sadness in your eyes, “Is there something wrong? Did something happen?”
You shook your head as you set the purse down on the counter, “No, uh, just a stressful day at work and you know, that thug stealing my purse. I’m fine.”
He made his way over to you, wrapping you in his warm embrace, “Iif you want to talk about it, we can?”
Shaking your head, you looked up at him, “I rather not.”
He hummed in response, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “About dinner, I was thinking we could go out to that new joint down the street?”
“No,” You quickly answered, moving away from his embrace, “Let’s just stay inside and order something? I’m too tired to deal with anyone else’s BS right now.”
“Alright, that’s fine with me.” He smiled and walked over to the kitchen to grab some of the take-out brochures you two saved from other lazy nights in.
While he was calling out places that you might want, you half-heartedly answered as you rummaged through your purse, looking for your phone to text Bruce and see if you were going crazy or not. As your fingers sifted through the old grocery receipts and empty gum wrappers, you felt a rough piece of paper touch your fingertips. Pulling it out from your purse, you saw that there was a number scribbled on it and a single name in under the last digits: Jay.
An audible groan mixed with a cry left your lips as you crumpled the paper up and tossed it back in your purse. Moving to join him the kitchen to look at the food menus, he made you laugh and did his best to pull you out of your sudden sadness. You physically lightened up, but on the inside, you were dying to know what the hell you just witnessed.
Sitting in a coffee shop, you pulled the crumpled paper from your purse and laid it on the table. The sloppily-written name awoken a wide range of feelings and emotions that you thought you could never feel again and it scared you. Your shaky hands reached for the paper, gently smoothing out the wrinkles before grabbing your phone and slowly putting each number into the dial-pad.
Resting your elbows on the table and letting a hand cover your mouth while the other held the suddenly heavy phone next to your ear, you listened to it ring. You counted them out, one…two…three…four…after the fourth ring, you were about to hang up before you heard the line pick up and his voice come through on the other side.
“Hello?”
You froze, not knowing what to say. Staring at the name on the paper in front of you, you slowly opened your mouth to speak, your voice barely audible, “Hey…”
“(Y/N)?” Jason’s tone was soft and soothing which reminded you of the old times. “Hey, I was wondering when you would call…”
“A-Are you busy? Right now?” You asked, your whole body slowly relaxing as you fiddled with the paper.
“No, not really,” He spoke, shuffling around on his end of the line, “Is there something wrong?”
“Can we t-talk?” You inquired. Your gaze bounced back and forth from the paper to the window you were situated by, trying to distract your nerves before they overwhelmed you.
“Sure,” Jason responded. You could just picture the smile on his face at your request, “Just send me your location and I’ll be there.”
Mumbling a brief goodbye, you hung up the phone and sent him the address. You tried to mentally prepare yourself for the upcoming conversation, prepping questions that you’ve been thinking about ever since you saw him: How long had he been resurrected? Where was he? Why did he come back to Gotham of all places after all this time? You had so many questions, you just hoped that you could actually ask them if you don’t get overwhelmed.
While deep in your thoughts, you heard the door chime behind you. Turning to look at who it could be, your breath got caught in your throat and your eyes grew wide once again. You saw him stepping inside, looking around until his gaze met yours; his gaze felt so heavy, you turned away, waiting for him to approach you.
“Hey there…”
His voice was soft, yet it sounded more mature than when you last heard it years ago. Without looking up at him, you gestured for him to take a seat. Listening to your weak commands, he sat in the chair and quietly fiddled with the sugar packets on the table.
“Thank you for coming,” You mumbled, trying to get yourself to relax in his presence and gain the courage to look at him at least once, “I didn’t know if you were busy or not, but I made the call because…I want answers. I’m sure you want some too.”
Nodding his head, “No problem, all of my work is carried out in the night but even then I got nothing going on, so don’t ever be afraid to call me at any time.”
“Noted.” The single word fell from your lips, but nothing else came after.
The conversation fell into a tense silence before it hardly began. Jason continued to fiddle with the sugar packets while you gently stirred your coffee. The two of you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. His mere presence was bugging you; you were dying to ask your first question, you just didn’t know how to phrase it.
Your mind was screaming at you to look at him, just once, but you were struggling to let your gaze wander any higher than his lips. From what you could see, his face had not changed much, other than having short, thin scars from blades. Daring to let your eyes wander higher, your curious gaze met with his and you froze, not sure if you should look away or let his intense blue eyes see right through you. Your gaze was held in his and you could’ve sworn you saw a spark in his.
“How were you…resurrected?” You blurted out, your eyes grew wide as you surveyed the other tables around you, making sure no one was trying to listen in.
A deep sigh fell from his lips, “That’s a complicated story, but I’ll shorten it. I mysteriously woke up in my coffin and crawled to the surface where, Talia, Bruce’s little flame, took me in and tossed me in that Lazarus pit next to Ra’s. She helped me get a grip on my new life…I met new allies, traveled a lot, learned new skills.”
“You just crawled out of your grave?” You whisper-shouted, shielding your mouth from other people; your childish side kicking in as you pictured Jason all muddy, springing from his grave, “Like a zombie?”
He chuckled, “Yeah, like a zombie.”
“All that stuff you learned, I’m guessing that’s what created Red Hood?” You asked, connecting pieces of his story together.
“You got it.” Jason confirmed your suspicions, “I think I learned more than Bruce, but don’t tell him that.”
“Red Hood…” You paused, thinking about all the things you heard from the briefings from Bruce and the others, “I’ve heard you killed people before? Is it true?”
Jason looked up at you, his voice turning serious, “I don’t kill anyone who doesn’t deserve it, just know that. I’m not a savage, I just take crime-fighting another step further, a step Bruce is too scared to take.”
“Does Bruce even know that you’re back?” You asked, sipping your coffee, “I’m sure he would be delighted to see you, in the flesh, after all these years…”
“He knows. He was the first person I encountered upon stepping one foot in this city.” He answered, rolling his eyes at the mention of his former mentor, “I’ve met the rest of the brood too. They’ve got personalities, but they don’t stray far from B’s, that’s for sure.”
“Wait, you know of the others?” You asked, furrowing your brow, “How long have you been back in the city?”
“I’ve only been here for a couple of weeks,” He reassured you, placing his palms on the table, “I wasn’t even supposed to stay this long, let alone be back here. I was only coming to tie up some loose ends on a job I was working, but things got…complicated…”
“What the hell, Jason?” You eyes narrowed, “You didn’t think to at least try and see me sooner? I was thinking that it was only in my dreams that I would see you, my dearest friend, alive again, but it turns out you’ve been alive for quite some time.”
“I told you, things got complicated…” He restated, giving you a sullen look. Hearing his name and friend being used in the same sentence by you hurt him, but he was more upset at the fact that you were upset at him for not coming to you sooner.
“Well, what was the complication?” You inquired, crossing your arms to look him in the eyes. You wanted answers, and you were going to get them.
“I can’t tell you that right now. You wouldn’t understand it.” He muttered, barely audible to your ears. There was a sad look in his eyes, but before you could comment on it, it was replaced with a glint of happiness and curiosity, “Enough talking about me, I want to know more about you and what you’ve been up to.”
A small smile crept onto your lips, “My story isn’t nearly as interesting as yours.”
“That’s okay,” He reassured you, his goofy smile appearing, “I just wanna know more about you.”
Mumbling some words, you let out a sigh, “I don’t live at the manor anymore; I left the day after I turned eighteen. Dick let me stay with him for a while, but I didn’t stay long and left. I struggled for a while without Bruce’s help, but I managed,” You smiled, thinking about all your accomplishments, “I got myself a normal job, normal friends…In a way, I kinda got a second chance at life.”
“You seem to be doing pretty well all on your own; I’m happy for you,” He smiled, yet he leaned in closer to you, his gaze surveying the other people around you before continuing, “Are you still running around in the dark?”
“Oh no,” You shook your head, “Bruce offered me the mantle a couple years after your “departure”, but I turned it down; I turned down any type of caped crusader gigs that a bunch of people offered me, but I didn’t leave that life behind completely. I’m still deeply involved in those affairs; I actually work with someone who’s a member of the League.”
Jason’s attention was peaked when he heard the word “partner” leave your lips, “Oh really? Who is it? Barry? Clark?—You were always his favorite—Diana? Arthur? Hal?”
A small laugh left your lips as you watched his calm expression turn to a more exciting one. “No, no, none of those guys; it’s someone who has a lesser role in all of it, but still important nonetheless. I just can’t tell you: League rules.” You shrugged your shoulders.
Jason nodded, letting a light chuckle slip from between his lips, “I see. You can keep your secrets.”
Silence filled the air. After finally warming up to one another, you two felt like you had said what you needed to say during this meeting. While you were comfortable with the silence, sipping on your coffee and watching the people walk past the window, Jason fiddled with his fingers, deciding if he should bring up a last minute thought.
“Hey, uh, this might sound like a stupid question after all these years, but…” he paused, looking at your hands placed on the table and slowly let his gaze come to meet your intrigued gaze, “Do you still consider us friends? Even after all these years?”
Your brow furrowed and your fingers tapped on the edges of the table, “I don’t see why not, but things between us have changed, Jason. We aren’t wards under Bruce anymore, we’ve both grown and matured and became two individual people,” You sighed, “We built complex, yet somewhat stable lives and if you’re looking to go back to the past…well, we just can’t.”
“The only thing I want to bring back from my past is you,” He confessed, the sad glint in his eye returning for just a split second, “I missed you the most out of everything else from my first life and I would love for you to be in my second one as well.”
Your soft smile appeared at his kind words, making his grow. “I’d be happy to try to pick up where we left off, Jason, but…” Jason froze, “If things don’t work out the way we hoped, well, then we can’t force it, okay? Maybe we can’t be best friends, but we can maybe settle for just the simple title of friends, yeah?”
Your use of his name and friend in the same sentence killed him, but he didn’t show it; instead, his goofy grin grew and he held out his hand for you to shake, “I can live with that.”
With smiles both gracing your grown faces, you reached for his extended hand, but before you could graze your fingertips against his, your phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up to alert you that he was calling; Jason’s gaze darted to the phone and took note of the caller ID: My Artist.
“I’m sorry, I have to take this.” You apologized before standing up from the table and walking outside the shop to have your conversation.
He watched you stand outside, walking back and forth, talking with a never faltering smile on your lips; his heart jumped when he could’ve sworn he saw and heard your muffled laugh. The smile on Jason’s own lips was reduced to the slight curling at the corners as he saw that your happiness was coming from someone other than him.
When your call had ended, you dismissed yourself from yours and Jason’s conversation to handle some League affairs, but you reassured him that you two would spend more time together soon. With a verbal goodbye and a slightly awkward handshake initiated on your part, you both parted ways.
“And that’s the last time Dick let me borrow his car.” You laughed, snatching up the nearly empty beer bottle off the coffee table to down the last drops. Slamming the bottle back down on the table and leaning against the couch from your spot on the floor, shrugging your shoulders and raising your hands, “I barely hit anything and the stuff I did hit? The dents on his car weren’t even that bad…”
“You took out a parking meter and somehow pinned a hotdog cart with the passenger side on his car,” Jason struggled to keep his laugh in check, but failed miserably, letting his head fall back onto the armrest of his sofa, undoubtedly picturing you standing by the car, mortified, explaining to Dick how it happened, “I think the dents were pretty bad. That whole story is an example as to why Bruce never let you drive the Batmobile.”
“He never let you either! Come to think of it, he never even taught you.” You countered, throwing a finger in his direction.
“Touché.”
Your melodious laughter was music to Jason’s ears. He watched you double over, wiping the stray tears of happiness from the creases of your eyes as you stood up to fetch yourself another beer from the kitchen. Jason listened to your side comments about the story, but all he could do was chuckle at a memory he wished he shared with you.
These types of moments between you and Jason had been going on for the last couple of weeks, non-stop. You would call him up after work every day and you two would hang out at the coffee shop or at his apartment to reminisce about the old times between you two or the stories you had from living at the manor and watching each new Robin come into their own identities.
“Got any stories from your travels that you would like to share?” You asked while setting a beer on the table in front of him. “I’m still thinking of some other ones…”
“Nah, I like your stories better,” He admitted, sitting up once again to look at you laying on the floor, a goofy smile taking over your usual composed one, “What I’m learning from you and your stories is that you haven’t lost your spark.”
“Aw, thanks Jay,” Your cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, “Someone had to lighten up that dark place besides Alfred.”
“What other stories you got?” Jason asked.
“Well, let me see… oh, well there was this one time Damian jumped out the third story window…”
Jason zoned out, his thoughts consuming him in the moment. His eyes took in every little detail that you shown as you were telling your story. The bright, goofy smile on your face, the way your hands illustrated the whole scene, how expressive your eyes got, and that little laugh you made before your initial one filled the room. Seeing you like this made him think on his next actions.
“That does sound like a funny story…” Jason blandly added. Setting his beer on the table, he rested his elbows on his knees and looked at you on the floor, sipping your beer. “Hey, I had something to tell you that I’ve had on my mind for quite some time actually…”
“Lay it on me.” You sent your smile his way.
“Uh, well, the night before I—”
He was interrupted by the muffled buzzing of your phone inside your purse. You sprang up from your spot on the floor and grabbed your purse from the couch and brought it to the coffee table. Your hands rummaged through your cluttered purse, looking for your phone but you couldn’t even see a single part of it.
“Goddamnit, I have to clean this thing out.” You groaned, turning your purse upside down and shaking all of its contents out until your buzzing phone bounced off the table and onto the floor. Dropping your purse and snatching up your phone, you answered it and walked into the kitchen, leaving a confused Jason sitting on the couch picking up all your belongings and setting them beside your purse.
He came across a folded paper and curiosity came over him. Looking over his shoulder to see if you were still in the kitchen he proceeded to open the paper to reveal a decent drawing of your face. The illustration was slightly cartoonish, but it still captured your beauty nonetheless; Jason could’ve sworn he seen this type of style somewhere before, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Looking at the corner of the paper, the initials K.R. was scribbled along with an illegible note.
“What are you doing?” Jason jumped in his seat, but didn’t hide the picture, “Are snooping?”
Looking at the drawing in his hands and then at you, he sheepishly smiled, “Yeah…Who drew this for you? It’s pretty neat.”
“My friend, he’s pretty good alright. I believe he’s got a gig for doing illustrations or something like that.” You informed Jason, snatching the photo from his hands and tossing back into your purse with the rest of your belongings. “Why were you so curious?”
“I’ve seen that style before, but I don’t remember where…”
“I hate thoughts like that…anyways, sorry for the phone call, I’m always being pulled in some direction, aren’t I?” You chuckled, taking a seat beside him on the couch, “You were saying something before the phone call?”
Jason opened his mouth, but no words came out. All his mind could do was bring up that picture and fill his thoughts with negative ones. Looking at you, he smiled softly, “You know what? Don’t even worry about it. It wasn’t that important.”
You double checked with him, but he reassured you it could wait. After sitting in silence for a few moments, you changed the subject, “I was looking at my phone and I didn’t realize how late it was getting; you know, we’ve been talking here for the past six hours? That’s crazy.”
“That is.” Jason nodded his head in agreement, “If it’s getting late, I can drive you home? I got no problem doing it; I would like to know that you’re not out there with those criminals.”
A cheap laugh fell from your lips, “Oh, what is it with people forgetting who I was?” You turned to Jason as you stood up from the couch, “I’ll be fine. Actually, I—”
As if on cue, the muffled sound of a car horn interrupted your sentence. A goofy smile broke out on your lips as your head dropped before lifting up to look at Jason’s confusion expression.
“…have a ride,” You soft giggles turned into a deep sigh as you picked up your purse, “Sorry.”
Jason’s smile faltered, but he played it off as if he was going to drink his beer. Standing up beside you, he looked down at you, taking in how your smile continued to stay on your relaxed face while you looked up at him.
“Well, I had lots of fun with you tonight, really,” Jason confessed, “It was nice to catch up on so many things, hopefully, we can do it again sometime soon?”
“Definitely!” You nearly shouted, “Next time, maybe we could do my place? I can cook us up something?” You suggested, looking deep into his eyes for his approval.
“I’d like that,” The horn sounded again, making him turn his attention to the window before your hand on his arm pulled his attention back towards you, “Don’t keep your ride waiting. Goodnight, (Y/N).”
“Goodnight, Jason.” You spoke softly. Moving in closer, you stood on your toes and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, patted his chest a few times before dashing out his apartment and down to your ride.
Jason’s smile grew from the sudden affection you gave him. It gave him hope that maybe you didn’t feel the same way about him as he did for you. After seeing that picture and knowing of your friend, he knew that things were heating up between you two and he wanted to beat the other to the punch.
Don’t beat around the bush. Tell her who you feel.
Standing stock-still in the elevator, Jason’s nervous blue eyes stared at the bouquet of flowers in his hand, making sure that each delicate flower looked presentable. The sweet smell the flowers gave off relaxed him; the loud thoughts in his mind were feeding his anxiety and making his heartbeat so fast that he was sure he felt it hit his ribcage a couple of times.
The elevator beeped and the large, metal doors slowly opened to the floor your apartment was on. With a heavy sigh escaping from between his lips, he began to walk down the corridor, looking at the numbers on the door, trying to match it with the one that was scribbled on the sticky note in his hand.
When he finally came face to face with your door, he froze. He stood there for a few moments, wondering if he should just turn around and leave or stay and see if his dreams come true. Adjusting his leather jacket and rotating the flowers to their best side, he knocked on the door lightly, waiting for you to come to the door.
He heard shuffling and the sound of your voice on the other side of the door. The muffled music was turned down and the sound of footsteps coming close to the door made him nervous. Quickly shaking his whole body to get rid of the nerves, he put on his best smile, but when the door opened, his grin fell from his lips and was replaced by a look of pure confusion.
“Kyle?”
“Jason?” Kyle greeted him with a similar look of confusion.
The two stared at each other for a few moments, trying to figure out why the other was standing before them. Silence would’ve consumed the both of them had you not called out to Kyle from behind the cracked door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Jason…” Kyle answered, turning his head to look at you with a kind, yet confused smile.
“What are you doing?” You questioned him, walking towards the door to pull it all the way open; looking at Jason with a delighted smile, you said, “Come on in, Jason.”
Jason’s mouth was slightly agape. He stared at the both of you, trying to figure out what the hell Kyle Raynor, a member of the Green Lanterns, was doing with you, but then it finally clicked in his head: The name in your phone, the drawing in your purse, your partnership with someone in the Justice League…Kyle was your…no… Jason didn’t even want to think of the word to describe your relationship with Kyle. Hesitantly stepping into your apartment, Jason just stood there, not knowing what else to do.
“I wasn’t expecting you to come over tonight,” You stated, looking at his shy state, “I was just finishing up dinner; there should be enough to go around, I’m sure.”
Jason slowly nodded, his gaze drifting from you to Kyle who sat at a desk in the corner of the room, undoubtedly drawing something. “I’m sorry, I just thought to stop by to see how you were doing since we didn’t talk for a couple of days…”
“I see you brought me flowers?” You inquired, looking at the vibrant bouquet in his slightly clenched hands. You took them from him and set them in the sink to properly take care of them. “Oh where are my manners? I didn’t introduce you to Kyle.”
“You don’t need to,” Jason mumbled, looking at you with a soft smile, “We know each other.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, we were involved with some heavy business a couple months back,” Jason informed you, his gaze becoming sharper the longer he stared at the man doodling in the corner. “What’s he doing here? Is he your partner in the League?”
A sheepish laugh came from your throat, “Uh, yeah. Kyle and I are partners…he’s actually my boyfriend…”
Jason died on the inside.
“We’ve been keeping a low profile about it, that’s why I didn’t say anything about it to you…” You told him, “You can’t tell anyone though, especially not Bruce; you know how he is with snooping in other people’s business…”
Jason stood there, his nerves taking control, “Uh, yeah, your secret is safe with me…and speaking of Bruce, he wanted to talk to me, it was something urgent. He’s probably gonna rip into me about being late like old times, but I can take it.”
Your smile slightly fell, “Are you sure you can’t stay? Bruce has three other people to go to.” You stood in front of him, your hand resting on your hip. You knew he wasn’t going to budge, but you wanted to at least try, “I promise not to keep you long.”
“It’s a personal matter, don’t worry, we’ll hang out again.” Jason’s lips formed a tight line as he looked over at Kyle once more before finally letting himself accept his defeat. “At least I know you’re okay…”
“It was good to see you, Jason,” You told him, stepping closer. You placed your hand on his arm and felt him tense up at your touch. Wrapping your arms around him, you gave him a firm squeeze and leaned up to give him a light kiss on his cheek, “You be good, or at least try to be. Tell Bruce I said hi.”
Jason smiled, nodding at your words, but paying them no mind. Your hug felt different to him; it felt colder than before, it didn’t bring him as much happiness as it used to and the kiss on the cheek didn’t show a sign of hope but a sign of friendly boundaries that he believed he could never cross.
Mumbling a half-hearted goodbye to Kyle, Jason left with his heart and dreams shattered. He did everything in his power to not turn around and storm back up those steps and still tell you how he felt, but he realized that it would’ve been childish of him to do so; it would be something his past self would do. So he carried on, jumping into his car and driving far from your place, trying to put distance between himself and his tainted dream.
It took a few days and nights for Jason to fully process what his relationship between you and him would become. He was thankful that you were at least happy in your life; he was heartbroken that he couldn’t be the source of your happiness though. He was almost wishing that he was selfish enough to rob you of your happiness in favor of his, but his love for you was stronger than his desire to be happy.
Sitting on the rooftop across from your apartment complex with a clear view into your apartment, he sat on the edge, fumbling with his gloved fingers as he watched you and Kyle move about inside. His gaze saw you dancing around the kitchen, flour covering your clothing and skin in various patches while Kyle sat on top of the table, eating what you were baking. Music was blaring inside the place, but it was muffled to Jason on the outside.
Jason’s fists gripped the edge of the room in slight anger and pain. He watched Kyle hop off the table and slowly make his way to stand behind you, placing his hands on your hips while you continued on with baking. That smile on your face killed Jason. Kyle craned his head around your shoulder to take in your messy look before giving you a peck on your lips. Jason could hear your little laugh all the way by him, just ringing in his ears. He saw you spin around and begin to pull Kyle’s lips towards your own and the minute your lips connected, Jason turned away, his heart aching.
With a heavy sigh, Jason stood up and dusted his pants off, turned away from your apartment. He began to walk away, telling himself that he knew he never should’ve come back to Gotham. There was nothing left for him except for a painful past. Seeing you kiss Kyle…he felt like he just died for a second time. He regretted ever coming back for you.
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thank you @seokjinniesmoon for tagging me in a thing!!!!! I looked up how to format things for this 😁
rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold
(soft!)
baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |
(dark academia!)
neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |
(edgy!)
closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |
(seventies!)
colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |
(preppy casual!)
collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details
(masterninjacow!)
rainy mornings | sweet steaming tea | cats’ purrs | daydreaming about fantasies | back hugs | glinting necklaces | loud video games | grumbling thunder | constantly chewing gum | wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear to bed | watching horror movies at night | nibbling on chocolates | talking to yourself | short hair | sad lofi music | messy sketches | sweet-scented body wash | spicy noodles at midnight | hating physical affection but craving it at the same time | ending all texts with lmao or rip
(cinanamon!)
gold jewelry | slow dancing in the kitchen with a lover | sun on skin | red-tinted lip balm | lazy mornings | getting lost in foreign cities | scent of bakeries | high-waisted jeans | kissing someone’s neck | writing reminders on your wrist | sleeping in braids to have waves in the morning | growing an herb garden | gentle touches | sketches tucked between pages | flushed cheeks | tandem bikes | floating in a pool | vintage gold hand-mirror | deer grazing | softly singing while doing chores
(4-sun!)
color coded notes | happy endings to coming-of-age movies | mismatched socks | wavy hair | loose sweaters | staying up until sunrise | patterned scrunchies | late night showers | snowflakes on eyelashes | quiet night drives | keychains dangling from a backpack | shy glances at a crush | cucumber infused water | watching dust float in sunlight | glitter eyeshadow | paint stained carpets | cicadas on a summer night | dozing off near a fireplace | the smell of fresh laundry |
(trashybtsqueen!)
long skincare routine | vintage clothing | wearing pastels | the smell of books |staring at the moon | taking multiple naps| late night study sessions| elaborate eyeshadow| the smell of coffee in the morning| perfume on your wrists| crop tops| falling in unrequited love too often| binge-watching multiple tv shows| loud singing in the shower| freckles| being kind to animals | wearing fuzzy socks| winged eye-liner| dreams of traveling the world| constantly wanting cuddles|
(seokjinniesmoon!)
over the top eyeshadow | glitter on cheeks | constantly sleepy | blaring your favorite song | pink everything | horror movies | falling for anime characters | driving with the windows down | lingerie | always horny | platform heels | getting high | loving your friends | mirror selfies | always ready to eat | glasses | lgbt | composing music | interested in history | psyc major
(kimsoupjin!)
purposely typing in lowercase | sitting on the floor in front of the tv | staticky air before the storm starts | nostalgia for a home you never had | everything is a shade of blue | ink in napkin rainbows at lunch | crawly snake straw wrappers | the reflection from the pool through the window | arranging your books by height | the shimmery gauze layer on old dresses | when the tension melts into uncontrollable laughter | clouds that look like pillow foam | cows laying down next to the highway | spring cleaning with the radio so loud you have to scream | using twenty words when three will do | slow blinks from your cat | christmas lights in august | multi colored lego castles | historical districts that look closed at first glance | glitter gel pens |
Ok this was fun! I'm not gonna tag anyone but if you wanna do it you can say I tagged you
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Chester and the Jesters (FNAF SB fanfic) C6 - 'Plex is haunted
In Summary:
The new tech sure does seem a little strange. Chester (at least, that's what their name tag says) doesn't seem as concerned as they should be about the high turnover rate here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, or the numerous rumors about what happens to people who take the night shift. And to make matters worse, there seems to be some kind of criminal on the loose! The cops say they think the criminal is hiding out in the woods somewhere near the pizza-plex. Stress is high at the plex these days, but Chester is stoic as ever. Say, come to think of it, no one can seem to remember where Chester's application went or who they interviewed with. Their employee file is misplaced or missing just like everything else in this place. But the new tech does a good job completing their tasks, and has their own badge and everything, so of course they must belong here. It's not like someone would sneak into the plex and go this far out of their way to impersonate a low level technician. Right??
Things To Know (always read responsibly!):
Biggest warnings are for blood, death, knives, murder, the police, violence, also the OC is at one point hit by lightning. All fun stuff
About 70,000 words in total, 9 chapters, so roughly like. 7,500 words per chapter
This is an OC story, not a reader insert or a self insert! But if you want to imagine otherwise be my guest lol
Angst, fluff
OC x Sun & Moon, there's romance but zero spice
Occasional swearing
Heavy focus on Sun and Moon but most of the rest of the gang is there too :)
Afton doesn't exist, sorry peepaw, Vanessa is here but she's very chill. She's a kickass gamer girl lmao
Moon does an attempted murder but its fine. He's just a lil guy ok
OC uses they/them and also sign language most of the time
Impersonation, lying. There's also manipulation. Yall I wasn't kidding about the angst
There's also a lot of focus on how they're all robots, very cool robots with feelings lol
That's all I can think of, as always please lmk if I should add anything!
Ao3 Link: Right here!
Start reading here: Chapter 1
Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7
C6 - 'Plex is haunted
"Can I ask you something?" Chester marked their in progress task complete and turned to face Vanessa. The pair of them had just finished installing a replacement speaker on the food court's stage. They were going back and forth with each other's task lists, finding ones that would go faster with help.
Vanessa was busy digging around in her pocket for something, but she still caught Chester's signs. "Course. What's up?" She finally pulled out a small pack of gum. "Want one?"
"Oh, sure. Thank you." Chester popped a stick of bubble gum in their mouth before continuing. "I've been meaning to ask… why you're friends with me? Not that I'm complaining, just curious."
Vanessa popped her own gum in her mouth and balled up the wrapper. "Honestly, I was watching you for a while before I first talked to you. The ghosts and I agree you're a decent person. And besides, the building seems to like you, and it's usually a really good judge of character." Vanessa took aim, then tossed her gum wrapper into the nearest trash can, a good ten feet away. When the wrapper made it into the can, she dabbed.
Chester was momentarily stunned not just by the excellent shot but also the preceding dab. They quickly shook it off. "The building??"
Vanessa nodded. She scrolled through her list of tasks, eventually settling on a staff bot repair task. "Yep. Don't ask me why. But the building for sure picks favorites." She waved for Chester to follow, putting her faz-phone away and starting off towards the next task.
Chester followed her down off the stage. They skirted around tables packed with noisy kids and families, plates full of hot cheap delicious garbage food. Chester was starving, but they did their best not to stare at a family's party platter of nachos. They focused on chewing their gum. "Favorites. How do you know this?"
"Well I wasn't sure at first, but the ghosts have been here the longest, and they're pretty adamant about it. Why do you think it's only ever the assholes who's employee profiles get corrupted? How come no other computer files ever get corrupted? Haven't you noticed how the halls sort of rearrange themselves how they see fit? Or how doors always seem to stick and won't open easily for Kat? Or how it never takes you or me all that long to get to places that are meant to be on opposite ends of the building?"
Chester had actually noticed some of those things. They'd attributed the halls to simply not being able to follow the map very clearly, and getting lucky and ending up where they needed to go anyways. But maybe they hadn't been able to memorize the map because the halls themselves kept changing? And with the employee profiles, could that really be the cause of the corrupted files??
"Anyways. Let me tell you more about House Hunter," Vanessa said. Without waiting for a reply, she started to ramble about a new game she was playing, where your pixelated character hunted these little house-shaped monsters that ran around on chicken legs. According to Vanessa, one needed to collect the remains of these defeated foes in order to build you own, much bigger, monster house.
"What do you do with the house you build?" Chester wondered.
"That's where the online aspect comes in. You can pit your house against other people's houses in different mini-games. Depending on the stats you go for with your house, you could be generally good at a lot of games or really good at a few games," Vanessa explained.
Vanessa went on about the house she was building, how she was going for the best 'jack of all trades' house attainable and how she had to hunt down all sorts of different little monster houses to collect a wide variety of materials from.
They reached parts and service proper just as Vanessa finished lamenting about a rare golden house that she'd spent all night looking for having escaped her grasp once again.
Chester paused when they realized they actually knew the bot they were here to repair. It was that custodian bot, the one with the blue hat. They'd seen this bot around the plex loads of times before.
"Cappy! What did you do this time??" Vanessa chided, folding her arms.
The bot, apparently named Cappy, lowered their egg head slightly. They pointed down at one of their wheels and attempted to roll forwards and backwards. The wheel wobbled and made a concerning grating noise, clearly loose.
"This again? Isn't it time we replace that old wheel?" Vanessa sighed.
Cappy stared at her blankly.
"Fine, fine." Vanessa waved. "I'll help you down and we'll take a look at it."
Vanessa lent the bot her arm for stability while they slowly folded over at the middle, until Cappy was seated on the ground beside the cylindrical chamber. Vanessa started removing the wheel.
"Anything I can do to help?" Chester asked.
Vanessa started to reply, but paused. She looked at Cappy for a long moment. "Uh… Cappy would prefer it if you kept your distance."
Chester took a step back. "Why??"
"They say… um. That's kinda mean. Basically they hate your guts," Vanessa said.
Chester was flabbergasted. They hadn't even realized Cappy had an opinion of them to begin with. The bot was currently staring at them, with that same neutral expression they always wore. Chester realized then that Cappy was not staring, but glaring.
"Apparently you keep making messes right after they finish cleaning an area. They're one of the bots who usually only work at night, so I guess they're not used to someone coming by and ruining their work," Vanessa elaborated.
Chester thought back and realized they had actually caused messes for the poor bot to clean on at least three separate occasions. They'd even tracked a bunch of mud in, back when they'd first snuck into the building. "Oh. Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, they were all accidents," Chester told Cappy.
Cappy turned their head all the way around, so they were no longer facing Chester and Vanessa. They folded their arms.
Vanessa gave Chester an apologetic look. "They're pretty mad."
"I had no idea. I feel terrible," Chester said.
"Here, hold this for me." Vanessa handed over Cappy's damaged wheel. She got to work removing the socket it had been connected to next.
Chester held it carefully in both hands. They noted a faded sticker on the wheel cap, one of Roxy's bust in front of a racing flag. Turning the wheel over, they saw that the ring meant hold the wheel to the socket was loose.
"Can't we just replace this ring?" Chester asked.
"We can't take it off without damaging the wheel. Its easier just to replace the wheel entirely. We've got plenty of spares laying around here, but Cappy likes that one." Vanessa pulled off the socket. It had become scraped and slightly bent over time. She chucked it and went to grab a new one from the shelves.
Chester glanced back at Cappy, who was still avoiding looking at them. "I didn't realize the staff bots had names."
"They don't usually, that I'm aware of. Cappy is just what I call this trouble maker. You know, cause of their hat," Vanessa explained. She returned from the shelves carrying a replacement socket, this one slightly bigger than the first. She sat back down in front of Cappy and got to work connecting it. "We'll see how long this one lasts. You know we'll have to replace the wheel eventually, right Cappy?"
Cappy turned their head around to look at Vanessa, staring blankly at her for a moment.
"I'll see what we can do when the time comes." Vanessa nodded. "Wheel, please."
Chester handed over Cappy's wheel. Vanessa struggled to get it back on. She swore heavily until it finally snapped into place.
With the wheel back on, Vanessa pulled Cappy back up into standing position. Cappy gave the wheel a little test. It seemed far steadier now, though they did seem to still be having a little bit of trouble with it.
"Go easy on it, alright?" Vanessa warned.
Cappy gave her a salute. They gave Chester a glare, then rolled out of the room.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll come around." Vanessa pat Chester on the shoulder. "Anyhoo. Let's go on break, I'm starving."
~~~
Chester ran into Sun on their way out of the daycare.
"Chester!! My friend! Where are you going?? I thought you said you had the night off tonight?" Sun asked. He rolled forwards and backwards on the balls of his feet, his long arms folded behind his back.
"I do. I'm sorry, I actually wanted to try and find Moon again tonight. We can hang out later, though," Chester signed.
Sun stalled mid-sway, nearly toppling backwards. "What?!" He quickly righted himself. "You want to- why??"
Chester explained. "I'd like to make sure he's doing okay. I kinda get the feeling he's… not supposed to be around? I mean, he isn’t out and about with the rest of you. I just want to make sure he's alright, maybe ask him some questions too. I know you're worried because I told you before that he hurt me, but now that I've figured out the issue with the employee form errors, there shouldn't be a problem."
Sun started wringing his hands together. "Friend… are you sure about this??"
"Yes." Chester gave Sun's arm a pat. "I'll be back soon. See you."
Sun heaved a mighty static-tinged sigh. "…Good luck."
Chester waved as they left the daycare. They checked their back pocket, where their paper copy of their employee profile form was safely folded away, just in case.
Their plan was to head to the security room down in the access tunnels and maybe check the cameras for some sign of Moon. They carried on past the daycare's check in counter and out into the main halls of the complex. A pair of wet floor signs turned to stare at Chester as they passed. They turned back to each other as Chester found a 'STAFF ONLY' door.
Folding their arms against the underground chill, Chester carried on through the access tunnels.
Chester paused for a moment, recalling their recent conversation with Vanessa. They looked around at the walls and the ceiling, then decided to attempt an experiment. "…Hello. I'm trying to get to the security room. If its not too much trouble, would you mind helping me out?" Chester signed to the nearest wall.
They stared at the wall for a moment, half expecting the solid concrete to reply. When they received no response, they turned back to continue down the hallway. They took two steps, then stopped again.
There was an open door a short ways down the hall. A panel on the door read 'SECURITY ROOM'. Chester couldn't be totally certain the door hadn't been there before, but they were at least almost positive there hadn't been any open doors down the hall before.
"Thank you," Chester signed, just to be safe.
Chester stepped into the security room. They eyed the darkened monitors and the dusty desk. They pulled out the rolling chair and took a seat.
When the monitors blazed to life, Chester winced at the sudden bright light. They'd been in the low light of the closed complex all night. They desperately fumbled for the display settings, quickly turning the brightness down. With that out of the way, Chester spent a good five minutes trying to figure out how to pull up any of the cameras. They realized that part of the problem was because half of the cameras seemed to be inactive. Chester remembered something about the cameras getting knocked out during one of those storms. Apparently, they hadn't been fixed yet. They couldn't recall seeing any related tasks. Maybe the cameras had to be replaced entirely? Chester had heard that replacement orders often took a while to arrive.
Lost in their thoughts, Chester didn't notice that someone else had entered the room until a voice startled them nearly out of their skin.
"Looking for something?"
Chester spun in their chair. It was Moon himself, standing by the door. He looked like he almost wanted to flee, one hand on the doorknob and posture all hunched over, his back to the wall.
"I was looking for you, actually." Chester felt the urge to stand. They weren't sure if they wanted to run themself or greet Moon. Seeing how apprehensive Moon looked, they opted to remain seated in their rolling chair.
"Why?" Moon asked.
"I've got some questions for you, remember? I hope that's alright," Chester signed.
Moon said nothing. Instead, he slowly moved a few steps into the room and sat on the ground, folding his legs. He stared up at Chester, his eyes casting a faint red glow over the curve of his pointed nose and the rounded edges of his rigid cheeks. Chester paid little mind to his unrelenting grin, having grown used to Sun's own immobile smile.
"Right. So… what do you do here in the plex?" Chester asked first.
"Right now… nothing. I'm not supposed to be out," Moon said.
"I see. Why is that?"
Moon made an odd mechanical clicking noise as he hesitated. "I want to ask you questions, too."
"Oh, alright then." Chester nodded.
"Why didn't you tell anyone that I'd hurt you?" Moon asked.
Chester instantly regretted this. They folded their hands over their middle, tapping their thumbs idly against their stomach. "I… technically, I did. I told Sun."
"That doesn't count," Moon said.
"Why not?"
"…" Moon grabbed the end of his nightcap and started to fiddle with it, gently enough to not jostle the bell at its end. "Is that your next question?"
"Do I only get a certain amount of questions?" Chester paused. "Wait. That's not a question, don't answer that."
Moon chuckled quietly.
"My next question… Why aren't you allowed to be out and about?" Chester asked.
Moon looked away for the first time, his faceplate angling down as his shoulders hunched up. "I… am… a potential security risk."
Chester considered that for a moment. "So… it's you. You're the one all the rumors are about."
Moon hunched over even farther. He pulled his legs up, hiding most of his face behind his star patterned knees. He looked incredibly small, sitting like that in the middle of the empty floor.
"I'm sorry," Moon whispered, his volume barely audible.
Chester felt an ache in their chest. They got up from the chair, wanting to go comfort Moon somehow. Once they stood they hesitated, realizing they barely knew Moon. They didn't want to make him uncomfortable. They settled for sitting on the ground a few feet away. "I don't think you meant any harm. You didn't know what you were doing. You were in pain, right?"
Moon glanced up at Chester. "Pain." Moon seemed to mull the word over, repeating the sign almost to himself, index fingers angled towards each other as his hands twisted back and forth. "It was overwhelming. Couldn't tell much beyond it."
Chester nodded.
"My turn for a question." Moon fixed his attention back on Chester, red eyes locking with theirs. "Are you scared of me?"
Chester looked at Moon. He really seemed like an entirely different bot than their first meeting. He was so quiet and folded in on himself. He seemed very small, despite his frame having several feet on Chester.
"I was at first. I'm not anymore," Chester answered honestly.
"I'm sorry I scared you. I'm sorry I hurt you." Moon sounded genuine.
Chester believed him. They were about to tell him as much when Moon carried on.
"I'm sorry about the others, too. Their employee profiles were gone, like yours. The first time, the janitor, they knew me enough to stop me with the lights, before I could do anything. The second, the night guard… I hurt them. Not as bad as I think I hurt you, but… that time was different. She realized, about the employee form being gone. She took off her name tag, agreed she was an intruder so the error would go away. She knew I'd restrain her. I… when I went to restrain her…" Moon put his hands over his face. "It was an accident. I'd only ever dealt with kids before, and not often. It wasn't enough… I didn't recalibrate correctly, overestimated… and I…" Moon's hands gripped at the edges of his faceplate. "Pulled her arm back too hard, dislocated her shoulder. I hurt her."
Chester thought about how Moon had been keeping their distance from them, and how when he'd caught them the other night from falling back into the ball pit, he hadn't even touched them, instead grabbing their tool belt. Chester recalled how they'd flinched, and how Moon had immediately shrank back and apologized.
He really didn't mean any harm. What Moon lacked was interaction, information. He didn't know his own strength, how much was too much, and he seemed deeply afraid of how much exactly 'too much' was.
Chester reached out and took one of Moon's hands, taking him by surprise. Moon froze up entirely, eyes locked on his hand.
"Thank you for the apology. It is appreciated and accepted," Chester stated.
"What. Are you doing." Moon continued to stare, not daring to move an inch.
"I'm helping you calibrate your pressure sensors so you don't have to be scared of yourself anymore," Chester explained, signing with their free hand. "Why don't you try slowly squeezing my hand, and if it starts to get too tight, I'll tap your hand like this." Chester tapped their thumb twice against the smooth plastic on the back of Moon's hand.
Moon just stared at them.
"Common, give it a try. It'll be alright," Chester assured.
"What if it isn't? What if I hurt you? What if…" Moon made a quite whining sound. His free hand slowly itched at his torso, plastic scraping softly against plastic. "Oh. I don't like this."
"Its important that you at least give it a try. Look, I'll squeeze first and you can try to copy me." Chester gave Moon's hand a light squeeze. "Super easy. You can do it."
"Don't patronize me." Moon made another whining noise. "…Are you sure about this??"
"Would I have grabbed your hand if I wasn't?" Chester countered.
Moon's other hand stilled, and for a very long moment, he was a perfect statue. Then, with one final whine, the hand in Chester's finally started to move.
Moon was inching his digits closed so painfully slow that Chester could barely feel the movement. It took him a full minute to near the pressure of the light squeeze Chester had given him. He quickly loosened his hand and pulled it away, scooting back away from Chester for good measure.
Chester almost wanted to poke fun at him, but held back. "That was great! Well done."
A blue light came on in Moon's eyes, ringing the red dots. After assuring himself that Chester's hand was unharmed, he relaxed slightly. He scrutinized Chester's expression. "…What are you smiling about??"
"Nothing. Just… it's no wonder I can't find a partner, I had no idea just holding my hand was such a pain."
Moon scoffed and folded his arms. "Yes, it's almost as painful as error messages jabbing holes in my mind."
"Would you ever want to try the exercise again?" Chester asked. "I don't mind helping you calibrate."
Moon studied Chester. He looked down at his hand, then at Chester's hand. "…Perhaps."
"Can I ask you some more questions?"
Moon got to his feet, moving slowly and carefully. "That's enough for tonight."
"Oh. Alright. Can I see you again soon?" Chester asked. They also pushed themself up to their feet, just so they didn't have to crane their neck to look at Moon.
"Perhaps," Moon said again. He headed for the door. "Goodnight."
"Night." Chester waved goodbye.
Chester turned the monitors on the desk back off before making their way back to the daycare. They thought that had gone rather well, all things considered. They'd even gotten some answers, though they still had more questions. When they got back, Sun was there waiting for them in the light of the daycare, standing in much the same spot they'd left him in.
"You weren't just waiting there the whole time, were you??" Chester asked, shutting the daycare's doors behind them and kicking their shoes off.
"…Not quite," Sun answered. "How did it go??"
"Great! He actually found me, which is good because I wasn't having much luck with the cameras." Chester told Sun about Moon's lack of experience with calibrating appropriate pressure, though they didn't tell Sun about Moon's incident with the night guard, figuring Moon probably didn't want just anyone to know about that. They told Sun how Moon had apologized for everything. "We're all cleared up now, so you don't have to worry about Moon. He's alright."
Sun sounded hopeful when he said, "Maybe you're right." Gradually, he started to move around more and more excitedly, bouncing and pacing in short little steps. His sunrays did their loading symbol thing, though it was a lot faster than normal. His excitement grew exponentially as he spoke. "Maybe everything is okay now?? If you really have fixed the problem... It really does seem like it, and that means- oh, and you're such a wonderful dear, you brilliant marvel!" Sun seemed downright giddy. He clapped his hands down on Chester's shoulders. "Chester, you're incredible! You are my favorite person."
Chester stared at him. They really didn't know what to say to that. They didn't know how they were supposed to feel, either. They sure were feeling something regardless.
Sun didn't seem to mind Chester's stunned and confused silence. He pulled them into a big hug, swinging them around. He only set them down to do a happy little dance, all his bells jingling merrily.
"Sun? What??" was all Chester could manage.
'You are my favorite person.' Sun's words kept turning around and around in Chester's head. They couldn't seem to get them to stop, though they weren't actually too upset by that.
"If you're sure, and you must be sure, and Moon didn't hurt you, so it must be-" Sun kept rambling, almost entirely to himself at this point. Fans were whirring away in his head, but he didn't seem to mind, or perhaps didn't even notice.
"You sure seem excited by all this," Chester finally signed.
"Well of course! The daycare-" Sun very abruptly froze. His fans continued to whir, but otherwise he was still as stone.
"The… daycare?" Chester prompted, confused. What did the daycare have to do with this? They considered Sun's abrupt change in attitude, how quickly he'd stilled. Was he scared about something? He usually only got especially scared about the lights being off.
The lights… and wasn't it odd that Moon was only around when the lights were off? And how he and Moon were so similar in design…
Chester hesitated to ask. They knew the topic made Sun uncomfortable, but… if they were right, then… Moon wasn't a danger anymore, and so Sun wouldn't have to be worried about it anymore. "Sun… The daycare was at risk of being shut down because of the incidents with Moon, wasn't it? That's why you had to keep the lights on."
Sun nodded slowly. He studied Chester very carefully.
Chester went on, going through their thoughts. "They had you keep the lights on to keep Moon out of the daycare. To protect the kids. They must have thought he was unpredictable. He used to work in the daycare with you, right?? That’s why your costumes and designs are so similar. Since he's not allowed out and about, they must have tried to power him down? Put him in storage? Obviously, they didn't do a very good job of it. But… yeah, with the employee profile error circumnavigated, there shouldn't be an issue anymore! He could come back to the daycare."
Sun was silent. He was hesitant about something. Chester wasn't sure what.
"…I know the lights are a touchy subject, but… there's no issue anymore, right?" Chester offered.
"…Right! Right. No issue." Sun laughed. He started to move again, this time much more subdued. "I'm just. Doing a lot of thinking right now!"
"Oh, right." Chester relaxed. "You know… I do wonder… Moon said that you two had never met before. Yet you two used to run the daycare together? Unless I've assumed incorrectly?"
"No, no, you're right. It's just… Moon would only be… around. When I wasn't," Sun explained carefully.
"Oh, so you had different shifts." Chester nodded. They had wondered how Sun managed not to wear himself out, running the daycare all day long without a break like he did. "Right, anyways. I'm planning to talk to mister Baxter about the employee form issue and how to fix it. I probably shouldn't mention Moon, since I don't want to get him in trouble… but once the issue is resolved, it should work itself out anyways, right?"
"I'm sure it will." Sun laughed again.
Chester knew Sun well enough by now to tell that something was still bothering him. "Is everything alright, Sun?"
Sun spun his faceplate at Chester. "Sure is!! Everything is just fine, Chester, my friend, my good pal, my close compadre. I just have a lot to process! Oh boy, it's a lot. Whew! I bet you can hear my fans whirring." Sun laughed again. He put a hand to the back of his head, as if he could feel the air being expelled by the fans in question.
Chester could indeed hear the fans. "Right. Did you still want to hang out tonight? If you need some time, that's alright too, I don't mind."
"You're very sweet, Chester. I… do think I would actually like some time to… process," Sun said. "But we can hang out tomorrow night, right?? Is that alright?"
"Yes, of course." Chester gave Sun a thumbs up. "You can have the room, if you want some privacy, I'll just be down here doing some reading."
True to their word, Chester grabbed their photocopy books and left Sun to himself in the tower room. They settled down at one of the plastic kiddie tables and shuffled through their haphazardly organized pile of papers.
That was odd… they could have sworn they'd made a copy of the daycare attendant book. They'd been meaning to read that one for a while now. It wasn't here in the stack… maybe they hadn't printed it after all? Chester decided to blame this on the concussion, and settled for going over the wiring booklet again. They glanced up at the tower as they settled in, wondering briefly if Sun was doing alright.
Sun, meanwhile, was very much not doing alright.
"You didn't tell them."
Moon's voice filled Sun's mind. He was accessing his voice files in their voice box, but he didn't currently have access to the speaker. The words stayed in their shared mind, where Sun could interpret what Moon was saying regardless of whether or not he could audibly hear the words.
"I couldn't!" Sun paced back and forth across the room. There was space enough for him to do so now, he noticed. A lot of the trash was gone, and Chester had cleaned and neatly stacked the extra supplies at some point. Sun's fans were whirring at full force again.
"Why?"
"Because if they knew I lied to them, if they knew I was keeping secrets from them, they might be mad at me. I don't want them to be mad at me," Sun explained, gesturing with his hands even though he knew Moon couldn't see.
"It's not like they aren't keeping secrets from us."
"That's different, Moon."
"Is it?"
"They have a very good reason, I'm sure," Sun stated, punctuating this by folding his arms.
"What will you do when the lights go back to normal?"
"I will simply refrain from being in view when we switch."
"Sun."
Sun sighed. "I know." He put his face in his hands. "Just give me some time to figure this out. Please? You can't tell them. Okay?"
"I haven't told them yet, have I?"
"I know you haven't. Thank you." Sun folded his hands together. He scuffed his shoe over the ground a few times, just to hear the bell jingle. "Thank you, Moon. For having my back still."
"I am your back."
Sun folded his arms. "You know what I mean!"
"Wouldn't do to be your own enemy, now would it?" Moon hummed about that for a moment before continuing. "Yes, it is… it is something. Keeping this particular secret for you."
Sun's hands started to wring together.
"You're lucky I find the whole thing deeply amusing."
"Moon, I'm sorry. I haven’t been very nice to you. When they said they might have to close the daycare, I-"
"I know, Sun. you've apologized several times now." Moon's voice was patient.
"Sorry."
Moon sighed. "I'm glad we're talking again, at least."
"Yeah. Me too." Sun's faceplate spun. "Maybe… we could even go back to seeing, as well?"
"Perhaps."
Sun paused for a moment. He didn't focus so much as he unfocused. It wasn't difficult, at least not usually, to keep that particular code from running, but he still felt the odd little relief of regaining some processing power as the code ran freely.
"…I see you've cleaned."
"This was all Chester." Sun did a full turn, swiveling his faceplate all around the room.
"Why do you think they need to stay here? Of all places?" Moon wondered.
"Humans need to pay for things they need, like houses. Maybe they don't have enough money," Sun offered.
"They work here. They make just as much money as the other technicians. None of the other technicians are lacking in funds to such a degree that they need to secretly sleep in a daycare."
"Maybe they spent all their money?" Sun folded his arms again. "Whatever the case, I'm sure it's a very good reason, and they'll tell us when they're ready, and everything will make sense."
"Right…"
~~~
There was one high priority task waiting for Chester as they punched their number into the clock-in box. Animatronic repair. They couldn't put that one off- one of the bots was likely already waiting for them in parts and service. Chester wasted no time. They stuck their faz-phone in its little pocket on their tool belt and turned to the door.
"I'm heading to parts and service proper, would it be any trouble to help me get there quickly?" Chester asked the walls.
They left the employee stock room. Right down the hall were the large double doors, bold print lettering over the doors reading 'PARTS AND SERVICE'.
"Thank you very much," Chester signed. They quickly made their way down the hall.
Monty was waiting for them, his arms folded as he paced around the room. He paused when he saw Chester enter the room.
"Hey, runt."
"Hello Monty." Chester was already scrutinizing Monty for damage, trying to bring to mind the diagrams of him they'd studied. They pulled the task details up on their faz-phone, but since the task hadn't been written up by Lance or Rosa, the detail box was empty. "What can I do to help?"
Monty scuffed a foot over the tile floor. "Ahh, it's nothing. Forget it." He turned and started towards the back exit before Chester could reply. He made it two steps before his left shoulder collided with a metal shelf, the force of the impact sending several smaller parts to the floor. Monty winced and quickly started picking up the scattered parts, which looked to be spare thin support beams that lined the inner frames of the staff bots.
Chester approached, reaching Monty's side just as he finished gathering all the parts off the floor. They realized they'd seen Monty bump into several things these past few days, mostly doorways. Chester also realized it was usually his left shoulder hitting these doorways.
"It seems like one or two of your proximity sensors is busted. It shouldn't be too difficult a fix, if that's the case. Would you mind if I ran a scan and took a look?" Chester asked.
Monty huffed. He looked down at his handful of small parts, then set them on a random shelf, amidst a few other staff bot parts. He sighed. "Fine. Just make it snappy, alright?"
Chester gave him a thumbs up. They quickly went to the computer by the cylindrical repair machine and powered it on. They found the diagnostic scan option from the menu, then glanced up at Monty, who was scowling at the machine, standing just in front of the doorway.
"You don't have to be on the table, if you don't want. You only have to be in the chamber for the scan to run," Chester told him.
Monty relaxed significantly at this. He cautiously stepped inside, putting a hand on the doorway as he did so he wouldn't bump the frame. Chester ran the scan after plugging their technician number into the computer just as they had before when they'd fixed Freddy's arm.
The computer finished its scan, displaying a load of technical jargon Chester didn't have the first clue how to decipher. Their faz-phone helpfully listed the replacement parts they would need. They'd been right- there were three sensors that needed replacing. According to the map, the sensors were down the hall in a smaller storage closet.
"I'll be right back, just need to grab the replacement parts. You can come out of the chamber now, if you want," Chester informed Monty.
When Chester returned with the sensors in hand, Monty was standing outside of the repair chamber, eying it disdainfully.
"How long is this gonna take?" Monty asked.
"Shouldn't take too long, I just need to find and replace the busted sensors with these new ones." Chester showed Monty the sensors they'd grabbed. They paused and looked around. They needed a surface and ideally a chair. Their eyes landed on the table housing the repair chamber's computer and the chair pushed under it. "Would you mind sitting over here?"
"Do I have to sit?" Monty asked. "It's hard to sit down and stand up."
Ah, that's right. While the glamrocks had considerably good mobility, they hadn't been designed with the balance required for sitting down and standing up in mind. Chester considered their options for a moment, then decided to climb up on the table and sit there themself. That way they could reach everything they needed to and Monty wouldn't have to sit.
Pleased with this, Monty stood himself in front of Chester so they could get at his outer shell. Chester set the sensors on the table next to them, got out their tools, and got to work removing Monty's front left chest plate, figuring that was a smart place to start looking for busted sensors, since it was his left side that kept bumping into things.
Monty watched Chester take off the metal plate and set it aside. "Thanks for doing this, runt. It's very rock n' roll of you."
"Of course. It's my job, after all." Chester focused on locating the line of small sensors along the outer edge of the exposed metal frame. A lot of the diagrams didn't include wires or any upgraded hardware, so it took them a moment to navigate Monty's inner workings.
"Right. But you're a lot better about it than the other techs," Monty said. "For starters you're fixing me up by hand instead of strapping me down to the machine. That thing gets the job done, sure, but it's… a little rough." Monty scratched at the back of his head.
Chester cast a glance at the repair chamber. The complex array of machinery fixed to the ceiling, hanging over the metal table inside, was admittedly very spooky. Besides, Chester didn't really know how to work the computer anyways.
Monty went on. "Freddy says you did the same for him. And that was during the day, when you techs are busiest. So I figured… you know. Maybe I should get checked out. The busted sensors have been bothering me for a while now, so… what I'm trying to say is thanks."
"Don't thank me yet, I have to remove the busted sensors first." Chester offered Monty the most apologetic look they could muster. "It looks like I need to disconnect the wires from each. I'll try to be fast."
Monty groaned, but nodded. "I guess it's too late to turn back now. Alright, lets do this."
Chester focused on the first sensor. Comparing it to one of the replacement sensors, it was clear the thing was busted, crushed between the frame and the backside of the chest plate. Most likely, Monty had just bumped into something a little too hard in just the right place and damaged it.
"Should I count down or just do it?" Chester asked.
"Count down," Monty said.
Chester cleared their throat. They counted down out loud, needing both their hands for the task. They severed the small wires from the sensor. Monty grunted, but didn't move. Chester set the damaged sensor aside and quickly set the replacement in place. Setting it in place along the frame was easy, but reconnecting those tiny wires was more difficult. Monty remained as still as a statue the whole time, and Chester did their best to work quickly and not make any mistakes. They double checked they'd connected everything properly and sat back, letting out a small breath of air.
"Only two left," Chester signed.
"Great," Monty muttered. "…That actually wasn't as bad as I was expecting. The others think reconnecting is the worst part, but disconnecting has always been the worst for me. Can you count down again for the next one? I think that helped."
"Of course." Chester found the second busted sensor easily, as it was right above the first.
Chester counted down once more, then quickly disconnected the second sensor. Monty's hands snapped shut into tight fists. He was still as Chester connected the replacement sensor.
"One left, then we're done. Ready?" Chester asked. They'd found the third and final sensor around Monty's shoulder, this one likely busted as he kept bumping into things from the first two being busted.
Monty grunted and nodded. Chester counted down one last time, then severed the last sensor. Monty kicked the stool, sending it clattering across the room. Chester made quick work of re-wiring the last replacement sensor, having learned quickly from the first two. Finally, they checked everything over before sitting back with a satisfied nod.
"There, all done! Are you feeling alright?" Chester asked, grabbing the chest plate.
"Yeah, that wasn't bad! You're pretty good at this, runt." Monty relaxed significantly, now that the worst was over with. "Don't be surprised if you suddenly start getting all the bot repairs."
Chester laughed nervously. "I can't be the only tech who's careful with you guys."
"Vanessa's pretty great, too. Everyone likes her. And Lance is alright, he's really cautious and listens well. Rosa is careful most of the time but she gets impatient. The others are always in a rush and aren't careful. But since you're always on the night shift, you don't have to rush around," Monty explained.
"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but do try not to see me too often." Chester finished screwing the chest plate back in place. They gave it a pat and hopped down off the table. "You're all set."
Monty grinned and clapped Chester on the shoulder. "Thanks a million, rockstar! Hey, let's play another round of golf soon, alright? A shorter round, this time."
Chester smiled. "You bet."
Monty left parts and service, getting through the doorway without issue.
Chester made it through the rest of their shift with ease. Their task list was much shorter tonight, and they managed to get through every task on the list for the first time since they started working here. They clocked out for the night with a strange sense of satisfaction.
They didn't head straight for the daycare, instead making their way back to parts and service proper. They went over the shelf Monty had bumped into, collecting a few spare staff bot parts. Parts in hand, they made their way back up to the main building and headed for the daycare.
Chester passed through rockstar row on their way. They didn't come through here often, since the glamrocks seemed to congregate here often outside their rooms. But Chester didn't need to avoid them anymore, they'd all seen their employee profile form.
Freddy, Roxy, and Chica all turned to greet Chester as they approached.
"Hello there, Chester! Working hard?" Freddy asked.
"Always," Chester replied.
"Hey, good job with repairing my race car, by the way. I won the next race with it after you fixed it," Roxy commended. "I mean… I would have won anyways. But that race was especially easy for me. Car handled like a dream."
"That's good, I'm glad it worked out." Chester recalled fixing the bumper car what felt like ages ago now. That had been one of their very first tasks.
"You're probably headed home for the night, huh?" Chica asked. "You work tomorrow, right?"
"I do, yeah. I have another night shift scheduled," Chester replied.
"Okay, good! I hadn't seen you around for a while so I was wondering if you'd gone back to the day shift." Chica winked conspiratorially. Freddy and Roxy both gave her weird looks, but she went on before they could say anything. "It's been a long time since we've had a night shift worker around. But you're so quiet we hardly notice you!"
"Do not be afraid to stop and chat with any of us, superstar. We are all glad to have you here," Freddy said, smiling kindly at Chester.
"Thank you. I appreciate that." Chester tried not to think about how they would all be less glad about Chester's being here if they knew what had brought them here in the first place. "I'd better get going. Have a good night."
The three bots wished Chester a good night. Chester carried on, reaching the daycare at last.
Sun was waiting for them by the doors. "Hellooo Chester my dear!! Watcha got there?"
"These are the last parts I need to finish fixing up that staff bot in your room," Chester told him as they stepped out of their shoes. "I'm nearly finished. I might even be done before the plex opens for the day."
"Oh really?? That's… that's good! That's for the best." Sun nodded. "Can I keep you company while you work?"
"Sure, if you like. I wouldn't mind." Chester smiled. They lead the way through the daycare and up the spiral steps, Sun just a step behind.
Chester pulled over the mid-repair staff bot and settled into their cozy corner. It was quite comfortable these days; Sun kept adding pillows and blankets discretely when Chester wasn't around. At this point they'd amassed a small mountain of pillows and blankets. "So… I've been meaning to ask you. Why do you have a broken down staff bot up here?"
Sun sat down against the wall, crossing his long legs. "Well… ah." His fingers tapped rapidly along his legs.
"You don't have to say if you don't want to," Chester assured. They referenced the diagrams they'd copied and printed from one of the books in the employee stock room before getting started.
"That's very kind of you." Sun swayed idly from side to side for a moment. "It was my fault. I did that to the poor staff bot."
Chester nearly dropped their screwdriver. They looked up, surprised. "You did this??" The staff bot had been in complete and total shambles when they'd started working, practically ripped apart by every joint. A lot of the casing had taken serious damage and had needed to be replaced.
Sun turned his faceplate away, hunching his shoulders. His rays retracted halfway into his head. "They wandered into the daycare and were tracking all sorts of contaminants in! This was months ago, before they all had predefined patrol paths. And I'd just finished the end of day cleaning, and…" Sun's hands started to wring together, plastic casing scraping together uncomfortably as he ground and pulled his fingers and palms together.
"I didn't even realize I'd… done that. Until after it was done. I was… scared that I'd get in trouble, so I hid them here in my room." Sun started to ramble, speaking in one fluid uninterrupted rush without the need for a break for air. "I regret it a lot! I was just so overwhelmed in the moment and it happened really fast and then I felt so, so bad, like something had been rewired wrong even though the system scan came back normal. And then I had to hide them because if someone found out and I got in trouble, what would the kids think?? I always tell them, its so, so important to be kind even when other people aren’t kind to you. You should care about others because everyone is worth caring about! That’s very, very important to me. Even if it wasn’t in my programming, I know its important, and it’s especially important for the kids to know so they can be kind to one another and grow up into kind people. So many of them look up to me and I want to be the best role model I can be for them! So that’s why I hid the staff bot and didn’t tell anyone. But then I felt so bad because the bot was broken and I didn’t know how to fix them and I thought, well, the poor staff bot should be fixed, it shouldn’t have to be broken forever. And I wanted to apologize and try to make things better. But I still couldn’t tell anyone! And for a long time I just didn’t know what to do. And then you came and started fixing them!! So that’s… that’s good, thank you. Are you… mad?”
Chester had stopped working to give Sun their full attention, listening patiently as Sun laid everything out to them. “No, I’m not mad,” they signed. “Thank you for telling me.”
Sun relaxed slightly. “I think I should have told someone so they could fix the staff bot. I should have told someone what I did. I think I eventually would have, if you hadn’t started to fix the staff bot.”
Chester nodded. They turned a metal bolt over in their hands. They considered Sun for a moment before setting the bolt down to sign. “You’re probably right. But there’s no need now, and you can apologize as soon as I’m done.”
“I will!” Sun nodded. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me??”
“I’m sure. I’m not mad. I understand where you’re coming from. I’m not sure exactly how aware the staff bots are, but I do think it’s a good idea for you to say you’re sorry. Can’t hurt, right?” Chester focused back on their repairs. They signed one handed to Sun. “I think it’s great that you care so much about the kids. If it wasn’t clear from listening to you play with them and talk with them during the day, it is now. They’re in good hands.”
Sun straightened up, his rays all popping out at once. “Really?? You really think so?!”
Chester nodded. “I do.”
Sun leaned over and hugged Chester. He quickly let them go and proceeded to bounce happily. His rays kept popping in and out and he was vibrating hard enough to rattle his casing. “Thank you!! Thank you thank you, that means a lot to me.”
Chester smiled. He’s so cute. They watched Sun for a moment, then, with a start, realized they were staring and quickly hunkered back over the staff bot.
The staff bot was finished before opening, just as Chester had thought. With Sun's help, they moved the bot down the stairs and into the daycare (after Sun had properly disinfected them, of course).
"Alright, let's hope this actually works." Chester held their breath, then activated the staff bot.
There was a quiet whirring sound, and then the staff bot slowly fixed themself into neutral position. The lights in their eyes came on. A moment later, they looked around, posture relaxing. They studied Chester, who was standing directly before them.
"Hello. Are you experiencing any system errors?" Chester asked. Most of the internal things, processors and memory chips and disks were all in tact, and all of the work they'd done had been hardware related, so they hoped there weren't any problems that they couldn't easily fix, if at all. They'd been as meticulous as they could have been in their repairs, taking their time and doing things right.
The bot registered the request, ran a quick scan, then shook their head. Then they spotted Sun, standing a few paces behind Chester and shifting anxiously from foot to foot. From prior calculations, they understood that remaining in close proximity to the daycare attendant was extremely likely to result in total system failure. They did not want to experience total system failure a second time. They quickly turned and wheeled themself away, then stopped and looked around. They seemed unsure of where to go.
"Oh no," Sun said. He sat himself down on the ground, folding in on himself and trying to make himself smaller. He reminded Chester of Moon, sitting like that.
Chester approached the bot, getting in their line of sight before signing. "It's alright, Sun won't hurt you."
The bot stared blankly at Chester. They turned and looked around again, finally spotting the door.
"Listen, you don't have to stay here, but would you mind at least letting Sun apologize? I'll be right here, so you don't have to worry about anything going wrong," Chester offered. "Please stay?"
The staff bot stared at Chester. Their head turned slowly to Sun, who gave them a very small wave. The bot turned back to Chester. The technician was requesting them to stay, but they had previously calculated that close proximity to the daycare attendant would lead to high chance of total system failure. They ran the calculation again. The percentage came back lower this time. The daycare attendant was currently in proximity, but the bot was not experiencing system failure. They ran the calculation again. Finally, they nodded.
Sun happily sprang back to his feet, causing the bot to quickly wheel themself behind Chester. They latched onto Chester's arm with a hand.
"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'll stay right here." Sun quickly sat back down. "I'm very, very sorry for hurting you. I promise I'll never do it again. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know and I'll do it! I'm sorry again."
The staff bot eased out from behind Chester, though they didn't release their hold on Chester's arm. They studied Sun for a long moment, then finally nodded.
Chester breathed a sigh of relief. Sun relaxed, his shoulders slumping.
"Alright. Now if you don't mind, I can walk you to parts and service. You've been deactivated for a while, I'm sure you have a lot of updates to catch up on," Chester signed.
The staff bot registered several words this time. The request to be taken to parts and service, the needed system updates pinging repeatedly. The technician was much easier to understand this time. The bot complied easily, turning towards the door and starting to roll along, keeping a hold on Chester's arm.
"I'll be back soon," Chester called to Sun. They left the daycare with the bot.
Chester felt a little like a proper gentleman escorting a fine lady, what with how the staff bot was holding their arm. They didn't mind this, leading the bot in comfortable silence towards the nearest door to the access tunnels.
They ran into Cappy before they could reach the door. Cappy stopped mid-mop and stared at the pair.
The bot at Chester's arm stopped in their tracks as well. They recognized Cappy's manufacturing number. Memory files were pulled and studied in quick succession, quick recollections of many long nights spent patrolling in close proximity to the custodian bot, even if there was no mess to clean, even if there were other security bots already patrolling the area.
Cappy and the newly repaired staff bot rolled towards each other. They locked their hands together. Cappy studied the other bot, then turned to look at Chester, who watched on in mild confusion.
"Is this… your friend?" Chester asked.
The bots just looked at each other.
Chester shrugged. "Well, if you want to join us Cappy, you're more than welcome to. We were on our way to parts and service to get your friend some system updates."
Cappy nodded. Chester lead the way, the two bots rolling along hand in hand behind them. They remained hand in hand the whole rest of the night. Once the update downloads were complete, Chester helped equip the staff bot with the security tags. They grabbed a security hat from the uniform closet as well, situating it on the staff bot's head.
"There, now you two match." Chester gave the bot a pat. "You're good to go."
The two bots looked at each other. Cappy looked at Chester, then gave them a small nod. Together, the two bots left parts and service hand in hand.
After watching them depart, Chester powered the computer back down and made their own way out of parts and service. They thought about Cappy and their security bot friend as they headed back towards the daycare. Chester was glad to have been able to reunite the two. As morning came and the plex opened for business, Chester settled down to sleep, their thoughts full of robot sentience and staff bot diagrams.
#at long last Cappy's vengeance is no more lmao#Cappy's had it out for Chester since chapter 1 kjfdghkf#but now theyre chill :)#fnaf sb#fnaf sb au#fnaf sb fanfic#chester and the jesters#fnaf au chester and the jesters#fnaf security breach#daycare attendant#security breach#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf daycare attendant#moondrop#sundrop#fnaf dca#fnaf oc#fnaf sb oc#angst#fluff#tw blood#tw death#tw knives#tw violence#tw murder#tw police#tw manipulation#eyndr tells a story
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1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?cereal than milk duh
2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?lovelovelove it
3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?sticky notes, gum wrappers, candy wrappers, string, if it’s a quick bookmark sometimes headphones
4: how do you take your coffee/tea?i like my coffee with creamer and i do something different for each kind of tea i drink so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
5: are you self-conscious of your smile?uhmmm kind of and kind of not? my teeth? no. my lips when i smile? yes.
6: do you keep plants?i have so many plants and i shall eventually post a picture of them
7: do you name your plants?every single one.
8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?pAinTiNGggGg💗💗💗💗
9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?i don’t ever stop doing either one, there’s always a song stuck in my head.
10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?usually side or stomach, don’t think i’ve ever slept on my back.
11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?my life.
12: what’s your favorite planet?uhmmmm??? i guess earth probably because it’s so damn beautiful
13: what’s something that made you smile today?my best friend and my dog. lub u dingle
14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?aesthetically pleasing. duh. (this is also happening and we have yet to talk about it so glad this brought that up)
15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!all of space is completely silent. ew.
16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?uhmmm??? i dunno alfredo? olive garden? not a dish but we’re going with olive garden.
17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?well i have a lot but one that i’m actually doing soon is lavender.
18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.HA okay so in like first grade this kid who was like my brother told me that his brother was Zac Efron and i believed him. for like two years.
19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?yes! i actually keep several, one is a planner, one is just a little painting thing, and the other is my wicca notes and whatnot!
20: what’s your favorite eye color?green. or blue. anything but my own.
21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.i don’t have one of those?
22: are you a morning person?helwkrisbd ONE HUNDRED PERCENT I LOVE MORNINGS SO MUCH OKAY.
23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?netflix and eat. 10/10.
24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?there is, and it’s not a would trust, it’s a do trust.
25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?never broken into anywhere!
26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?uhmmmm. adidas (all of them), my vans, and birkenstocks.
27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?spearmint.
28: sunrise or sunset?sunrise, easy.
29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?uhmmmm actually cares about me? lol
30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?i have.
31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.okay so. love socks on a cold day, i never ever match my socks. if my socks match i get really upset and i literally cannot wear the same ones (unless they’re longer socks). i hate sleeping with socks. my socks are always cute and multicoloured, hence the not matching.
32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.none of my friends are up past three???
33: what’s your fave pastry?uhmmm i dunno. everything?
34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?i’ve kept all of my stuffed animals. every. single. one. two that mean a lot to me though are a pink lion and bear. the bear is brenda, and the lion is lily. they’re both from my dad.
35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?well i think they look really pretty but i don’t have any.
36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?uhmmmm? hm. arctic monkeys.
37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?considering i most likely have OCD, clean.
38: tell us about your pet peeves!when people are overly lazy or just don’t have a goal in life, being rude to people for no reason, sexist people, racist people, homophobic people, etc.
39: what color do you wear the most?easy, black.
40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?so i got this piece of jewellery really recently actually. i got a silver necklace with a “C” for my name and in the C are diamonds. i got it from my mom this christmas. when i opened it she said, “i know it wasn’t on your list, but i’ve never gotten you any really nice jewellery, and you’re going away to college soon so i wanted to get you something really special from me. so i got you real diamonds.” to say the least, i cried.
41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?Walking Disaster by Jamie McGuire!!! amazing and totally would suggest!
42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!i do! i have two actually. one is called Kelly’s Mercantile and it’s like a library almost, there’s huge book cases up front with a little cafe too the side, and to the eye it looks small, but once you go up these steps it literally expands into a narnia of books.
43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?no one.
44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?never? my life is a mess.
45: do you trust your instincts a lot?very much so! a lot of times my gut feelings are correct.
46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.i’m no good at puns.
47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?uhmmmm. i literally can’t think of anything right now rip.
48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?elevators. it still scares me but it’s not my biggest fear.
49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?i lOVE buying both. i have only bought one CD though. the last record i bought was a Frank Sinatra one!
50: what’s an odd thing you collect?uhmmm?? i dunno? nothing. i don’t collect anything.
51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?My Girl by The Temptations
52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?tide pods. tide pod toast. my life.
53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?i have not but i’m hoping to very soon! love heathers! love beetlejuice! never seen pulp fiction ):
54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?my dog because he always looks pressed.
55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?i can’t think lol.
56: what are some things you find endearing in people?uhmmmmm i dunno.
57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?i think bohemian rhapsody is a little annoying honestly?
58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?both of us because i only have one friend and we are both.
59: what’s your favorite myth?myth or mythical creature???
60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?love poetry, i love R.H.Sin, Rupi Kuar of course, and my english teacher from last year.
61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?none? i feel like all my gifts are very sentimental and based upon the person and i love all gifts i get!
62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?no i do not. i drink coffee.
63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?mETICULOUSLY ORGANIZED. music in spotify is ALWAYS listed in order of recently added, and books are alphabetical order. always.
64: what color is the sky where you are right now?no idea, probably dark blue considering it’s dark outside.
65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?uhmmmm? yes. kind of. i saw him like two months ago but i miss him ):
66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?daisies and lots of little flowers, maybe some queen anne’s lace, i dunno! just pretty!
67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?i love them as long as it’s not for months and months! i live in washington so!
68: what’s winter like where you live?usually we get a little snow, but it’s mainly cold and desolate.
69: what are your favorite board games?ouija board😩
70: have you ever used a ouija board?HA LOL. actually yeah. last week.
71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?Tazo ™ vanilla caramel chai ♡
72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?not really?
73: what are some of your worst habits?organising.
74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.perfect.
75: tell us about your pets!his name is toby and he is the goodest boy ever.
76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?homework lmao.
77: pink or yellow lemonade?pink.
78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?neither? i’m neutral. but they’re kind of adorable. i’m a child.
79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?given me a valentine’s gift (^: thanks dingle.
80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?white. because they were pepto bismal(?) pink and make me wanna die.
81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.this is a lot of effort and i don’t feel like it.
82: are/were you good in school?i am, not in my current classes but ya know.
83: what’s some of your favorite album art?uhmmmm. dunno.
84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?lots. i’m hoping to be getting lip ones soon ☻
85: do you read comics? what are your faves?no.
86: do you like concept albums? which ones?don’t even know what those are rip.
87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?Stuck In Love, Palo Alto, To The Bone, Perks Of Being A Wallflower, lots more.
88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?it’s not so much a movement. well. kind of. i have three. Impressionism, surrealism, and pop art.
89: are you close to your parents?my father is dead, but my mom and i are like sisters.
90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.it’s Kaanapali, Hawaii.
91: where do you plan on traveling this year?La Push Beach, dunno.
92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?a pinch.
93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?i rarely do anything to my hair so i just wear it down.
94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?my uncle.
95: what are your plans for this weekend?nothing lol.
96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?well they’re automatic.
97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?enfj (i think rip), aries, ravenclaw.
98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?uhm december. it was pretty!! loved it.
99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes. i dunno what else. there’s too many honestly.
100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?neither. i think things that are in the past are lessons, i tend to try not to look back and focus on my future without looking too deep into it. i’m trying to be spontaneous and adventurous instead of planning everything. so if throw them away.
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“Someday I’ll be strong enough to lift not one, but both of us”
November 13th comes to a close and my birthday is now over! What a blur these few days were. November 12th is my mother’s birthday and I spent the day studying a case and working on a group project. It went by way too fast. I didn’t get a time to even sit and contemplate things. I’m not saying I wanted to sit by myself alone and be upset but I felt bad not being able to just take too much time on it. I prayed for her especially that day and wished for her to have a wonderful birthday in heaven. And I suppose that’s all I can do. Ariana came over at 12am to wish me for my birthday and finally met my roommate so that was nice. She brought cupcakes to wish on and it was great of her to do that! I’m so grateful for my dear friends :’) Birthday wishes came pouring in and I got calls from back home from everyone but my house (besides my brother). Like why haven’t they wished me yet -.- Anyways, I went to class as per usual and participated a lot today. After class, I went for the Jsa conversation circle and we did origami today! I pretty much hung out with Jiyun and a few more girls and Rui on the origami table. It was really sweet how they wished me happy birthday and I had a really good time. Obviously I’m a little off at the back of my mind because of my mother’s birthday and about how she came back home from London during treatment to visit me for it. Honestly, she granted my wish before my birthday and It hurts to know I don’t have someone who would go to such lengths like she did for me. I just miss her you know?
So after the Jsa conversation circle ended, I caught the bus with Rui which surprising because I always just left as soon as it ended. Maybe I have a bus buddy now ahaha. Maybe God intended for me not to be alone on my way back but who knows? Maybe it was “Unmei” ha. I made random small chat with him and he was super nice and all but I detest small talk cause you just run out of topics to talk about. But he’s surprisingly good at it lol. I think he even read out the truth or dare thing from the gum wrapper and asked me about it. Like what even ahaha. How do you get karma? what kind of question was that?? Then I just commented about how we’re having such deep conversations on the bus and we laughed. I asked him a few more questions and maybe he enjoyed it because he’s always asking things from people so maybe it was refreshing? Eh, who knows. May I just add how nerdy he is but his sense of humour balances out and I appreciate that. I felt like I low-key forced him into coming over for the party haha. I told him about the number of people who are being invited and he seemed pretty chill. I still can’t get a good read on this dude and it bothers me because I can scan people really fast and judge them on fairly. But I think my personal feelings are coming in between my reasoning and i’m looking for something that might not be there. But I’m hoping he does come so I can see what he’s like when he’s not entertaining everyone in the room xD Just gotta be careful not to over step! Boundaries M, boundaries.
I have to plan for the party and I hope I get the sleeves for my game soon but the odds of that happening seem low :( I’m sure it will be alright though!! I’m excited for the party but I still gotta keep my priorities in check studying wise! Damn, a year flew by so fast and I don’t think I got any wiser. the big 23. Now I can’t even embrace Taylor Swift’s 22 anymore lmao. But it wasn’t all a blur, I gained so many friends and many many memories with the people I love and that’s what matters to me.
I don’t know about you, but I’ll always be feeling 22
M
#sliceofm#long post#updates#birthday#journal#adventure#friends#family#party#my life#taylor swift#b.o.b#both of us
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