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scribbled-anecdotes · 7 months ago

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Kill the Mood - MDZS Slasher AU

Did anyone else read MDZS and think woah you know what this campy, murder-filled series needs: an AU set in a '80s campy teen Slasher? Because I did!

Synopsis:

Meng Yao is in the final year of high school. Between his shitty parents, his shitty after-school job, and his shitty social life, graduation cannot come quick enough. With stressful university admissions and a long-held crush on one of the most popular guys in school, Meng Yao couldn't imagine things could get any more chaotic. That is until he comes home to find he has another half-brother, Xue Yang, who seems a bit ... off. Things quickly spiral when Meng Yao realizes that he might have more in common with this new-found half-brother, who might just be a teen serial killer.

Relationships: XiYao; established Xuanli and in future chapters: SongXiao, Wangxian (background), and XiaoXue (if you see things from Xue Yang's point of view, that is)

CW: canon-typical abuse, suicide mention, mild gore and child death.

Also shoutout to the darling @prinzsorgenfrei for not only aiding and abetting this by beta reading it and drawing very pretty character designs, but for also workshopping scenes with me and for co-writing some XiYao.

This is my first MDZS fic, so please do let me know y'all's thoughts.

New York, 1986

“Jesus Christ.”

A pair of firefighters scanned flashlights over the charred remains of what had once been a nursery: rows of cribs and toddler cots reduced to pyres. Little bodies, burned beyond recognition, curled up.

At least they had been asleep.

There was always something particularly horrid when such innocent lives were caught up in accidents like these. Faulty wiring in the old boys’ group home was the immediate suspect. The fire had started in the basement, where wires that hadn’t been updated since before the war knotted and choked each other out. They had found the Headmaster’s body—well his presumed body; it was too big to be that of a child—curled outside his rooms. Smoke inhalation was the immediate suspect, there. What a pitiful and painful way to go.

But the thing about burnt bodies, the particular thing about burnt bodies unassumingly crisped in an old house that was practically begging to go up in flames, was that no one would think to look for further injuries. Feet fall off when temperatures get too hot, after the body curls up as the muscles contract and bulge in the inferno. What does it matter when the Achilles Tendon snaps? Or is snapped, rather. What would it matter how bruised and cut up the now charred flesh is? And of course, the uniform scorch marks took care of any pesky, incriminating blood stains.

When the fire department finally made it on the scene, all they saw was a tragedy, with one small miracle in the form of a delinquent with a record and a habit of sneaking away at night, including this one. One who had smelt smoke while hopping the fence back onto the grounds and had bravely run for help, but the fire had burned too long. Thus he became the lone survivor of a tragic house fire.

…

“13 people, most of them minors, are reported to be dead after a house fire broke out in a Queens boys’ home. Authorities arrived on scene at the Chang Group Home for Boys at around 1:47 this morning.”

Meng Yao heard the news report from his basement bedroom and bit his cheek knowing that Mrs. Jin had yet to leave for her hair appointment. It was barely the third day of school and she would already have ample opportunity to chastise him for being late. It didn’t matter that it was barely the third day of school and he was still working what was meant to be a summer job at the local video store. He’d been up until 2 am and his alarm had gone off no later than 6:30. Who could blame him for hitting snooze and begging his younger brother, Xuanyu, to wake him at 7:00 am? Regardless, he hadn’t, and now Meng Yao was perched at the base of the stairwell waiting for Mrs. Jin to finish her coffee and leave for her appointment or at least get up for long enough to let Meng Yao sneak into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He was stuck listening to the news and Mrs. Jin’s snide commentary for another 3 minutes.

“After their preliminary investigation, the Fire Department of New York has declared the fire accidental, citing out-of-date electrical wiring and a faulty air conditioning system.” They played a brief clip of the Fire Chief expressing his condolences for the tremendous loss of life and explaining what the news anchor had already confirmed. “Our hearts here at the NYFD are with the surviving child,” he added bittersweetly before the broadcast presumably cut back to the station. “This youth is reported to be in state care until other arrangements can be made.” Meng Yao heard Mrs. Jin huff. “In other news—.”

“City’s gone to shit,” Mrs. Jin said, before flicking the channel to one of those morning talk shows stay-at-home wives liked. Stuff about new recipes and the best back-to-school buys. Mrs. Jin was the type of woman who would make others wait. It was her appointment after all, shouldn’t it be about her? If Meng Yao kept it up he’d be late anyway without the guarantee that he’d go unnoticed.

He trotted up the stairs, darting around the corner into the bathroom to no avail. “You’re still here? You’re already going to be late on the first week?” While Mrs. Jin certainly would not hold back with her words most days, today it was all in her tone. You’re still here was loaded with years of resentment and anticipation for the moment she would not have to see the reminder of her husband’s infidelity.

There was really no use explaining himself and even though an apology wouldn’t get him very far either, Meng Yao said sorry as he rushed into the kitchen to find an apple. That could be both breakfast and lunch, right?

“Morning,” he said routinely when Zixuan walked into the kitchen. It would be hard to tell that they spent their mornings rushing around the same kitchen. Where Zixuan was well-dressed, Meng Yao swum in awkwardly-fitting hand-me-downs Zixuan hadn’t touched since the 9th Grade. Where Meng Yao would try in vain to style the remnants of a bad bowl cut for three seconds in the mirror before giving up, Zixuan had the privilege of spending the morning in the shower to achieve his seemingly effortlessly coiffed hair. Zixuan flashed him a smile, more focused on packing his bag. The smile, momentarily lighting up his eyes, made Meng Yao conscious of his own bleary ones, a trait his step-mother was convinced he inherited from his mother. “Zixuan doesn’t look so lifeless” and whatnot when posing for photos. Maybe he had gotten that from his mother; a little way to assure everyone that perfect Zixuan and the inconvenient Meng Yao were only half-brothers.

“Hey,” he hesitated, noticing Zixuan was halfway out the kitchen. “Would you mind giving me a ride to school? I just, um, woke up late.” Zixuan’s brows furrowed and those bright eyes softened. “I won’t ask again,” he tried to assure with an awkward half-smile.

“I’m picking up Yanli,” Zixuan responded matter-of-factly.

Of course. Though he hadn’t said no, he was picking up his girlfriend. It was stupid to ask, Meng Yao realized. Who would want to pick up their girlfriend with their brother in the car? So sexy, right? “You know what, never mind. I can figure it out.”

Zixuan’s brows remained furrowed, “Yeah, whatever you want.” He walked out the door.

It wasn’t the worst situation Meng Yao had been in, not by a long shot. He remembered the three weeks in foster care between his mother’s death and being dropped at his estranged father’s doorstep: his things in a trashbag, loud dormitories where it was impossible to sleep, being nearly a month behind in school work even though the year had just started, nearly choking to death trying not to cry himself to sleep. Not that any of this went away when he arrived in the quiet new-build suburb in upstate New York with a fading tan from the Nevada sun, like he’d been on vacation, and his mom’s ashes precariously in his 13 year old arms. Who would blame Madam Jin for turning up her nose?

Xuanyu, who was just 8 when Meng Yao had arrived, was the only one who seemed excited to have him, and that was mostly because he would not have to sleep alone in the basement anymore. Meng Yao remembered the pit in his stomach, seeing that scrawny little boy eager to show him around and explaining that he didn’t need to be afraid anymore since his older half-brother was here now and could protect him from the monsters that undoubtedly hid in the shadows of the dimly lit storage-room-turned-bedroom. In hindsight, it should have been a warning sign when Xuanyu innocently, almost pathologically naively, explained that the Jin couple kept ‘forgetting’ to buy him a nightlight. But at the time, it didn’t matter to Meng Yao. He was a few months shy of his 14th birthday and didn’t plan on staying long, especially once he got his first New York job at the local thrift store. About three weeks into that, the best he’d gotten to show for his hard work was a much-appreciated nightlight for his new little brother and an empty shoebox which he labelled “College Fund.” His mother would want him to go to college, rather than become a 14-year-old high school dropout working some shitty job for the rest of his life.

Three years later, and he was walking to his last year of high school, dreaming of college admissions. Years of working and stashing away half of every paycheque had brought him close to his goal and, according to the guidance counselor, he had the grades to get a decent scholarship, so long as he kept up the hard work and the extra curriculars. And oh did he: a full time table, staying later after school for the last 3 years; Mondays and Wednesdays for Student Council and Fridays for Model UN, Thursday mornings for Debate club. “No sports though,” the guidance counselor had told him last year, face screwed like it was a crime to have asthma. “Lots of scholarships in sports, you know.” Meng Yao had just rolled his eyes. Regardless, when would he have the time for a sport? Meng Yao wondered if he could squeeze something else in as he walked to school. This was his last year after all. Maybe Drama club, or... His thoughts trailed of, exhausted. Who was he kidding, how on Earth would he keep going like this? Working nights and weekends, falling onto his bed after a long day of classes and extra curriculars and mind numbingly boring shifts at Video World, just to get up a few hours later to do it all again.

But there were things about his life that he had actually come to enjoy.

“Morning,” Meng Yao whispered as he plopped down beside Lan Xichen.

Math class wasn’t all that bad. For one, Meng Yao was quite good at it. Maybe Mathletes would round out his college application. The senior math teacher had been overjoyed when he heard that Meng Yao planned on majoring in Finance and becoming an accountant, so he probably would be overjoyed to have Meng Yao on the team this year. Or anyone on the team for that matter.

“Did you sleep in?” Xichen whispered under the lesson on Functions, even though he had a near-pathological fear of being rude.

“Yeah.”

Xichen held out a granola bar. “You didn’t eat, did you?”

Meng Yao took the bar in response. No. He gave Xichen a familiar half-smile in thanks and got one in return.

Eating in class was technically frowned upon, but fainting in class would mean certain social death, so Meng Yao decided to nibble on small pieces of granola whenever the teacher was turning towards the board. When he had finally finished the granola and rubbed his fingers against each other to get rid of the sticky film of leftover honey, Xichen handed him a perfectly clean cloth handkerchief. Sometimes it was hard to forget that the uncle Xichen was living with was old, rich, and as traditionalist as it got.

“Thanks again,” whispered Meng Yao, and, with a bat of his eyelashes, added: “How lucky I am to have befriended such a perfect gentleman. Should I iron it before I give it back?”

“That would be much appreciated,” answered Xichen with an expression so serious it could only be mocking, “For if my uncle were to find out I bequeathed this to anyone but a fiancée or a wife he would surely lock me in the attic for the rest of the semester.”

Meng Yao hid his laugh with a cough and their teacher turned around.

“Anything to share with the class, Mr. Meng? Mr. Lan?”

“Nothing of note, I apologize,” said Meng Yao before Xichen could feel guilty, “I’m having some issues with my contacts and asked Xichen to help me read the last equation. I did not mean to disturb the lesson.”

The teacher gave his favourite student a reproachful look but continued his lesson without another hitch. Xichen looked at Meng Yao with an amused twitch to his lips.

“I did not know your perfect vision had worsened.”

“Do keep my secret.”

They turned their focus back to the lesson and before long the bell ended the most pleasant ninety minutes of Meng Yao’s day.

“Will I see you at lunch?”

If he imagined a hopeful undertone in Xichen’s voice that was nobody’s business.

“I’ll be present.”

He would decidedly not sit with Xichen and Nie Mingjue, but he would be present. It had its perks. He was less easily distracted from his actual food intake.

“Could I talk to you about homecoming then? There are some things we need to figure out and I would really like your opinion on them. We’ll decorate later this week, but I know you’re busy, so I’d like to run it by you during school hours.”

“Um, yeah, of course.” Meng Yao tried not to sound overexcited, it was just homecoming after all. But it was a welcomed distraction. He fondly remembered when they were on prom committee last year, even though they didn’t attend. Tossing streamers into the bag and then at each other while they swept up the gymnasium. There was something so liberating about being alone with Xichen, their laughter echoing off the walls as they ate leftover finger foods and talked about their summer plans. “I can meet you in the library after class on Friday, if that works?”

“That would be lovely.” Xichen smiled and headed down the hall toward English class.

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Model UN was fine. They spent most of the hour preparing for the next conference, pouring over books about Nuclear Warfare and Treaty Rights. Truth be told, Meng Yao was only half listening while he took notes on the school typewriter. He was about halfway through mindlessly typing “excellent work, gang. Have a nice weekend” before he realized they were breaking.

Xichen was in the library as promised, happily getting ahead on his Physics homework. “Sorry,” Meng Yao apologized.

“What for?”

“I’m late.”

“Hardly.” Xichen produced an apple from his bag. “It’s really fine, I know that you have Model UN and all.”

“Thanks,” Meng Yao accepted the apple.

“Plus, Wangji has volleyball practice tonight anyway and he needs a ride home.” Xichen produced a binder of details and Meng Yao practically swooned when he saw the colour-coding. It was a system they had devised together: Green for finances, blue for food and drink, red for legal things—forms and whatnot—and so forth. “So, decorations. I revised the budget and we can free up some extra money. We need a theme, no? For the dance portion.”

“Yes. And if we’re doing spirit week—do we have spirit days picked out?”

Xichen flipped a few pages ahead, mumbling to himself, “School colours, Flashback Day, PJ Day, Beach Day, Jersey Day.”

Meng Yao screwed up his face at the disjointed roster. God, didn’t their co-council members have any idea about cohesion? “Well, we have to keep Jersey Day for Game Night, but we can build up to the home-coming dance theme with each spirit day, no?”

Xichen gleefully crossed out PJ Day and Beach Day and Meng Yao swore he looked relieved. “What about doing Americana? Its the school’s 75th anniversary this year, we can keep the School Colours, the jersey and the flashback and substitute Beach Day and PJ Day for something a little more New York or at least closer to New Hoenderloo High history.”

“Gangster Day?” Meng Yao suggested.

Xichen scoffed. “What does New Hoenderloo have to do with the mob?”

“I don’t know, our prime export is corn and varsity jocks. But we’re so close to New York that I’m sure people won’t bat an eye.”

Xichen nodded and added Gangster Day to the agenda. He supposed it was better than Farm Day or something.

“And, um, we can do a classic American Day? Red, White, and Blue and that junk. Founding fathers.”

“Would work.”

“And we can decorate the homecoming dance with American Classics, a jukebox instead of a DJ, we can serve milkshakes, and do ‘50s Diner lighting?”

Xichen laughed. He loved Meng Yao’s big ambitions. “Remember, I said, some money was freed up. We’re hardly Studio 54.”

“Let me see that budget.” Meng Yao poured over the numbers, looking for missed unnecessary spending. “A jukebox is way cheaper than a DJ, you know. That saves us a couple hundred bucks easy. Plus, if we raise the ticket prices by a few dollars, we can make up the difference. That’s not even including fundraisers like the Football Team Charity Car Wash or the Meat Raffle.” Meng Yao wrote out all the numbers neatly so that Xichen would have something to show the rest of the committee on how to really throw a great home-coming.

“See, this is why we need you to be vice-president!”

Meng Yao blushed. “Really? Little ol’ me?”

He suddenly became less playful when he saw Lan Wangji appear in the library. Wangji was, of course, polite, like his older brother, and, of course, also socially awkward, drastically unlike his older brother. So, he would wait stoically in the library entry until his brother would notice him, rather than interrupting them and risking making small talk with Meng Yao. “Your brother is done with practice, I think.”

Xichen waved and asked Wangji a bunch of questions: How was practice? When is the next game? Would he need something to eat? And Wangji replied simply: “Good. Tuesday. No. Can’t spoil dinner.”

“Ready to go home?”

“Yes.”

Meng Yao packed his things up alongside Xichen, happily chattering about how much progress they made in just a half hour. “It’s really coming together,” he added as he went to turn left to catch the bus.

“Would you like a ride home?” Xichen offered.

“It wouldn’t be too much trouble, would it?”

“You live a couple blocks away from us. It would be far more convenient.”

Meng Yao’s lips curled softly, gratefully. “Then, I would love a ride. Thank you.”

—

“Looks like you have guests,” Xichen observed, trying to make pleasant conversation as always. Meng Yao recognized that car. God, he wondered if that social worker worked on commission, a little extra for every traumatized child she dragged to Jin Guanshan. God knows there were probably enough bastards to make up an entire career. Meng Yao’s tired sigh turned into an airy half-laugh, mostly at his own joke. But Xichen smiled. “Have a lovely visit,” he added when he pulled into the driveway and let Meng Yao out of the car.

“Thanks. And thanks again for the ride home, I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime, A-Yao.”

Mrs. Jin had put out tea and coffee, even a tray of baked goods. Her gentle sips and small, delicate bites quickly hardened into a tight frown. Meng Yao felt like he did three years ago. Mrs. Jin was consistent; she wore the same tired, expectant face and flashed her cold, irritated gaze at Meng Yao when he froze in the living room. “A-Yao, our other son.” Meng Yao almost rolled his eyes at how much Mrs. Jin visibly struggled to call him ‘our son.’ “You must remember him?” Her voice was pleasant enough when talking to the social worker.

“I do. How are you? How is school? Still playing soccer?”

“Good. And good.” Meng Yao had never played soccer in his life, but he played along and told her that he might even be getting a scholarship for it. No one knew enough to correct him, anyway.

She gave him a well-rehearsed polite smile, before turning her attention back toward Mrs. Jin. “I trust you know the drill. If there are any problems, please do not hesitate to call. Though you should know.” She trailed off and Meng Yao could see her thinking through what to say next. “You know, he has had some problems in his group homes, but those situations are volatile for any child. A stable, loving home like this one will probably do him good.”

Meng Yao’s attention turned to the muffled conversation Xuanyu was having with someone in the basement.

So he had a new brother now, he supposed. And a new roommate.

“And this is Meng Yao!” He heard Xuanyu say before he was even halfway down the stairs. Really, who else could it have been? Who else would want to go down into their creepy, damp basement bedroom? Meng Yao forced his most welcoming smile. He remembered how shy he felt when he first came to New York. Shy and lonely and so, so angry at the world. A smile and a polite, calm introduction was the least he could do.

The boy, who couldn’t have been much younger than he was, gave him a full smile. “Hi.” There was something so juvenile about that smile that it unnerved Meng Yao. It wasn’t innocent like Xuanyu’s, happy regardless of his circumstances. No, this was boyish in a hedonistic way, sharp and carefree; all pointed canines and no baby teeth.

“Xue Yang.” He said, bobbing his chin and widening his smile to an almost wolfish state.

“Nice to meet you, Xue Yang.” Meng Yao could thankfully recover the conversation quite quickly. He welcomed first years all the time, and even though Xue Yang was going into Junior year and would hardly be as intimated of him as a 13-year-old, he was sure the faltering of his welcoming tone would go unthought of. “I can’t imagine your coming here was brought on by good circumstances, so—”

“Oh no, asshole cardboard suburbanites were my childhood dream.” Meng Yao quickly learned that Xue Yang liked to laugh at his own obnoxious sarcasm. A lot. And Xuanyu, ecstatic at yet another older brother, also liked to laugh.

“So, if you want to talk about it,” he continued, trying to move on from Xue Yang’s instant dislike of the situation, “I would be more than happy to.” It really was not Meng Yao’s place to judge him for it. If his childhood was anything like his own, filled with promises of a dad who was just coming back, always just coming back someday, then Xue Yang was likely utterly disappointed by the dad who had just relegated him to the basement and was headed back to work after making his wife do all the talking. No fancy house and fully-stock fridge could make up for that.

“Meng Yao is really good at talking,” Xuanyu assured. “My mom slit her wrists when I was five.”

Xue Yang scoffed at his candour, a cheeky grin spreading. “You really just say whatever the hell you want, eh?” Xuanyu nodded, just happy to get someone’s attention. Xue Yang loved it when kids were stupid.

“And my aunt always told me it was my fault. But Yao-gege said its not and he always tells me that when I have nightmares. So, he can make you feel better.”

“Xuanyu.” Meng Yao gave him a gentle pat on the back of his head, dropping his voice to a whisper. “remember, we don’t have to tell everyone everything, okay?”

“Why not? We’re brothers!”

“Yeah,” Xue Yang turned back to his trashbag-suitcases and began to take over the bottom bunk. “We’re brothers, aren’t we, Yaoyao?”

My bed…, Meng Yao thought about explaining Xue Yang could have the clearly unused top bunk but thought against it. What was the difference anyway?

#mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #jin guangyao #lan xichen #mo xuanyu #xue yang #jin zixuan #the untamed #Full disclaimer this was conceptualized and written by people who have never once stepped foot in an American high school #‘80s Slasher AU #MDZS Slasher AU

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little-tidbits · 9 months ago

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Scenes from a Marriage

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x OC

Summary: The first of many scenes from the marriage of Liberty and Miguel O'Hara. Their marriage is one of duty and union and not one born out of love and respect for one another. . Forced into marriage for political gain, they struggle to find common ground and understanding. Their relationship is marked by emotional distance, and a sense of being trapped in roles they never wanted.

This is a Mafia Au version of the pairing

~~~ Art Credit to @paprika_not_found on instagram~~~

Liberty and Miguel stood facing each other, the air heavy with tension and frustration. Liberty, her rounded belly a visible testament to her pregnancy, crossed her arms over her chest as she glared defiantly at her husband.

"I've told you a thousand times, Miguel," she began, her voice laced with irritation. "I am not moving into your room. I need my own space."

Miguel's jaw clenched with frustration as his eyes flicked over to her towering form , his hands busy screwing in a screw to the wooden crib. "But Gabriella needs a nursery," he argued, his tone pleading yet firm. "She can't sleep in your room forever. We need to start preparing for her arrival."

Liberty shook her head, her rollers bouncing with the movement as she stood her ground. "I don't care," she snapped, her voice rising with anger. "I am not giving up my room just so Gabriella can have a nursery. She can sleep in a bassinet in my room for the first few months, just like every other baby."

Miguel's frustration boiled over as he readjusted his body to face his defiant wife, his voice rising in volume slightly as he spoke, "This is not just about Gabriella, Liberty! This is about us, about our family! We need to start acting like parents, like a married couple, not two strangers living under the same roof!"

Liberty's words cut through the air like a knife, each syllable laden with the weight of years of pent-up frustration. "We are strangers to one another, Miguel," she declared, her voice trembling with emotion. "I barely know you."

Miguel's face fell at her admission, his own frustration giving way to a sense of hurt and sadness. "But we're married, Liberty," he protested, his voice tinged with desperation. "We're supposed to be in this together, as partners."

Liberty's face scrunched as she tried to keep her temper in check, her arms falling from their position underneath her chest. "Being married doesn't automatically make us friends, Miguel," she snapped, her words sharp with frustration. "You have tried so hard to be my husband, but you have never tried to be my friend. I'm so sick of fighting with you, of feeling like I'm constantly battling against you."

Her chest heaved with emotion as she struggled to keep her composure, her hands finding their way to her chest as she tried to get her husband to understand her. "I've been married to a man who has refused to respect me and my autonomy for the past five years," she continued, her voice strained with emotion. "Do you have any idea how much that hurts me?"

Miguel's frustration mounted as Liberty pulled away from him both emotionally and physically, her words cutting deep into his heart. "But I'm just trying to do what's best for you, for us, for our growing family," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

Liberty's eyes hardened as she met his gaze, her resolve unwavering. "And how do you know what's best for me, Miguel?" she countered, her voice sharp with bitterness. "What do you know about my happiness?"

As Miguel's pleas for a united front grew louder, Liberty could feel herself withdrawing further and further away, both emotionally and physically. Miguel rose to his feet from off of her bedroom floor.

"You're suffocating me, Miguel," Liberty declared, her voice tinged with a mixture of anger and despair. "I can't keep living like this, always feeling like I'm trapped in a cage with no way out."

Miguel's eyes widened in disbelief at her words, his own frustration boiling over as he shouted, "I'm just trying to protect my family, Liberty! Is that so wrong? Is it wrong to want what's best for us, for Gabriella?"

Liberty shook her head once more, her curlers clacked against one another with the movement as she stepped further away from him, her hands up, her palms facing outward. Her posture leaned forward into the charged space between them "Our vows were forced upon us, Miguel," she snapped, her voice filled with bitterness. "We never had a choice in this marriage, and now... now we're paying the price for it."

The truth of her words hung heavily in the air between them, a painful reminder of the harsh reality of their situation. Miguel's facade of the dutiful husband cracked, his true colors shining through as he lashed out in frustration.

"You think I wanted this?" he shouted, his voice filled with anger and hurt. "You think I wanted to be trapped in a loveless marriage, to spend my days trying to please a woman who barely even knows me?"

The venom in his words cut deep, tearing at Liberty's already fragile resolve. Her eyebrows furrowed at his words as her face twisted with disbelief and anger.

"You think I want to be stuck playing house with such a weak man?" Liberty's voice echoed through the room, each word dripping with scorn as she glared at Miguel, her fists clenched tightly around the delicate fabric of her maternity nightgown. "I never asked you to please me, in fact, the only thing I've ever asked you for was space and you fucking refused to give it to me."

Miguel's face contorted with anger at her words, his own frustration boiling over as he stepped towards her, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, Liberty," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I have tried to be patient with you, to give you what you need, but you push me away at every turn."

Liberty's eyes flashed with defiance as she met his gaze, her voice rising in intensity as she continued, "You call this patience? You call forcing me to play the part of a happy wife in this sham of a marriage, I never wanted, patience? You have no idea what I've had to endure, Miguel, You couldn't even fathom how much I've had to sacrifice for the sake of our family."

Miguel's jaw clenched with frustration, his temper flaring as he shot back, "And what about me, Liberty? What about what I've sacrificed? I've given up my needs and my desires. You act like I'm the only one who's ever been unhappy in this marriage."

But Liberty was already rolling her eyes and reassuming her defensive stance as she shouted back, "You don't get to play the victim here, Miguel. You made your bed when you agreed to this sham of a marriage, and now you have to lie in it." With a scoff, she starts.

"I told you early on in our marriage to find someone who will love you and who wants you, but you refused so now here we are four fucking years later, having the same stupid argument over and over again." Liberty's voice wreaked of anger as her frustration grew. She paced the small area of her room that was still only hers, her words sharp and cutting. "I never wanted this, Miguel. I never wanted you. But you couldn't accept it."

Miguel's face twisted with anger at her words, his hand on his own chest, emphasizing the importance of his words as he shot back, You think I enjoy feeling like I'm constantly walking on eggshells around you?" Miguel's frustration boiled over at her words, his temper flaring as he stepped towards her, his voice rising in volume. "I am tired of you blaming me for everything, Liberty," he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. "I have tried to be patient, to be understanding, but you refuse to meet me halfway."

But Liberty was beyond listening, her own anger clouding her judgment as she shouted back, "There is no halfway, Miguel. Not in a marriage that was built on nothing but obligation."

Miguel's expression softened momentarily at the pain in her voice, but it quickly hardened again as he retorted, "I've tried, Liberty. I've tried to understand you, to support you, but you push me away at every turn. How am I supposed to help you if you won't let me in?"

Liberty's lip curled in a bitter sneer as she shot back, "Help me? You want to help me? Then start by giving me the one thing I've been asking for since day one – space. Let me breathe, Miguel. Let me be myself without constantly suffocating under the weight of your expectations."

Miguel's jaw clenched with frustration as he struggled to find the right words, his own emotions bubbled to the surface. "I just want us to be happy, Liberty," he admitted.

"I want us to be a family, to raise our daughter together. Is that too much to ask?"

But Liberty's eyes flashed with anger as she stepped closer to her husband. "You don't get to dictate what happiness looks like for me, Miguel," she declared, her voice filled with determination. "I will not sacrifice my own sanity and well-being for the sake of your idea of a perfect family. Not anymore. I'm Done."

With a final glare at Miguel, Liberty turned on her heel and stormed out of her bedroom, leaving Miguel standing alone amidst the scattered pieces of the crib he had been attempting to assemble for their incoming baby. The silence that had settled over the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of his own frustrated sighs as he sank onto the edge of Liberty's neatly made bed.

As he stared at the half-finished crib, his mind whirled with a tumult of emotions – anger, frustration, but also a deep-seated sadness that threatened to consume him whole. He knew he had messed up, and had pushed Liberty too far with his relentless insistence on their version of a perfect family.

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Encouraging Young Brains: OPG World School's Blend of Education and Entertainment

Education is the base for development, and at OPG World School, education is not just about knowledge impartation but about developing creativity, curiosity, and joy. As one of the best schools in Dwarka, OPG World School has changed the way children learn with entertainment and education blended together in perfect harmony.

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A Complete Guide to Bal Bharati Public School Dwarka Admission Process

Bal Bharati Public School, Dwarka (BBPS Dwarka), is one of the most prestigious educational institutions in Delhi, renowned for its commitment to academic excellence, holistic development, and state-of-the-art facilities. Established under the aegis of the Child Education Society, the school has consistently upheld the values of quality education and nurturing young minds for the challenges of the future. Parents and guardians seeking admission for their children to BBPS Dwarka often find themselves drawn to its reputation for academic rigor, co-curricular enrichment, and a nurturing environment.

Overview of BBPS Dwarka

Located in Sector 12, Dwarka, the school boasts a sprawling campus equipped with modern infrastructure designed to cater to the all-around development of students. It offers education from the pre-primary to the senior secondary level, following the CBSE (Central Board of Secondary Education) curriculum. The institution emphasizes a balanced approach to education, combining academics, sports, and extracurricular activities to foster the intellectual, emotional, and physical growth of its students.

Admission Process at BBPS Dwarka

The admission process for Bal Bharati Public School, Dwarka, is transparent, systematic, and designed to ensure equal opportunity for all applicants. The process typically involves the following steps:

Release of Admission Notification Every year, BBPS Dwarka releases an official notification for admissions on its website and local platforms. The notification outlines key dates, eligibility criteria, and application guidelines, making it crucial for parents to stay updated.

Eligibility Criteria Admissions are open for various entry points, including Pre-School, Pre-Primary, and higher classes, subject to seat availability. For Pre-School, children between the ages of 3 and 4 years as of March 31 of the admission year are eligible to apply.

Online Application The school facilitates an online application system to streamline the admission process. Parents need to fill out the application form on the official website and upload necessary documents such as the child’s birth certificate, proof of residence, and passport-sized photographs.

Points-Based System for Pre-School Admissions BBPS Dwarka follows the guidelines set by the Directorate of Education, Delhi, for nursery admissions. A points-based system is used, considering criteria such as proximity to the school, sibling or alumni connections, and other relevant factors.

Interaction or Admission Test For higher classes, students may be required to undergo a written test or interaction to assess their suitability for the class they are applying to. The school ensures a child-friendly and stress-free environment during these evaluations.

Announcement of Results The list of selected candidates is published on the school’s notice board and website. Parents of selected students are informed about the next steps, including fee submission and orientation schedules.

Key Features of BBPS Dwarka

Academic Excellence The school’s curriculum is designed to encourage critical thinking, creativity, and conceptual understanding. Experienced faculty members employ innovative teaching methodologies to ensure a strong academic foundation.

State-of-the-Art Facilities BBPS Dwarka provides facilities such as well-equipped laboratories, a well-stocked library, digital classrooms, and sports infrastructure. These amenities support the holistic development of students.

Co-Curricular Activities The school offers a wide range of co-curricular activities, including music, dance, art, drama, and debates. Students are encouraged to participate in inter-school and national-level competitions to showcase their talents.

Focus on Values and Life Skills Alongside academics, the school emphasizes the importance of moral values, discipline, and life skills to prepare students for real-world challenges.

Parent-School Collaboration BBPS Dwarka fosters a strong partnership with parents through regular communication, parent-teacher meetings, and workshops. This collaboration ensures the overall well-being and progress of students.

Tips for Securing Admission

Stay Updated: Keep an eye on the official school website and other communication channels for admission announcements.

Prepare in Advance: Gather all necessary documents and ensure they are accurate and complete.

Proximity Matters: Living near the school increases your child’s chances due to the points-based system.

Engage with the School: Attend school tours or open house sessions to understand its ethos and facilities.

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Bal Bharati Public School, Dwarka, is an ideal choice for parents seeking quality education in a nurturing environment. Its emphasis on academic rigor, co-curricular excellence, and value-based education makes it one of the most sought-after schools in Delhi. The structured admission process and focus on inclusivity ensure that every deserving child has the opportunity to benefit from its outstanding offerings. By staying informed and proactive, parents can secure a bright future for their children at BBPS Dwarka.

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Top 5 Schools in Rohini with Admission Process and Fee Details

Selecting the best school in Rohini for your child can be a challenging task. Rohini offers many exceptional institutions that combine academic excellence with co-curricular activities to ensure holistic growth. Here, we review the top 5 school in Rohini, detailing their admission processes and fee structures to help you make an informed decision.

VSPK Rohini International School

The Sector 13-based VSPK International School is notable for its state-of-the-art facilities and broad method of instruction. From Nursery to Class 12, this CBSE-affiliated school offers programs with an emphasis on a complete academic and extracurricular program.

Admissions Procedure

Use the official school website to complete the online registration form.

Please include proof of address, Aadhar cards, and birth certificates.

Candidates who make the short list are invited to a written test or an interview, depending on their grade level.

Fee Structure

Monthly Tuition Fee: ₹7,940 to ₹9,910

Annual Charges: ₹20,500

Development Charges: ₹14,940

Applications for Nurseries Open in 2024–2025.

The wait is at last over! Admission to the preschool programs at VSPK International School, a shining example of excellence in Rohini, will open on November 28, 2024. Parents should take advantage of this opportunity to put their child in one of the best school in Rohini, guaranteeing a successful and safe academic career.

A child's key abilities, personality, and confidence are greatly influenced by their early schooling. Along with academics, VSPK International School places a high value on developing students' whole characters in order to prepare them for success in a tough society.

Skilled Teachers and Custom Services

The team of experienced educators at VSPK is what distinguishes it as the best school in Rohini. They encourage imaginative thinking and critical thinking in each child by mentoring them in addition to teaching them. Every child receives individualised attention because to the school's emphasis on maintaining a positive student-teacher ratio.

CBSE-Related Educational Excellence

Many parents choose a CBSE-affiliated school because of the excellent level of education it ensures. The curriculum at CBSE school, such as VSPK International, aims to encourage innovative thinking, critical thinking, and a solid academic foundation.

Delhi Public School, Rohini

Delhi Public School (DPS), Rohini, is synonymous with academic excellence and all-round development. Known for its modern infrastructure and dedicated faculty, DPS stands tall in the education domain.

Admission Process:

Admission to DPS one of the best school in Rohin is based on a point-based system for nursery classes, focusing on factors like proximity, sibling preference, and alumni connection. For higher classes, entrance tests and interviews are conducted.

Fee Structure: The annual fee ranges between ₹1,10,000 – ₹1,50,000, inclusive of tuition, development charges, and activity fees.

State-of-the-Art Laboratories and Libraries

DPS Rohini prioritizes experiential learning, ensuring students have access to the best facilities for practical education:

Advanced Science Laboratories: The school boasts separate, fully equipped labs for physics, chemistry, and biology, allowing students to conduct experiments and projects in a safe and stimulating environment. These labs meet CBSE and international standards.

Technology Integration: With the rise of STEM education, the school also provides computer and robotics labs that teach programming, artificial intelligence, and robotics through hands-on learning.

Modern Library: The DPS library is a hub for knowledge, offering a vast collection of books, journals, e-books, and digital resources. It encourages independent learning and research skills among students.

Extensive Co-Curricular Programs, Including Sports and Arts

DPS Rohini understands the importance of co-curricular activities in shaping well-rounded individuals. The school offers diverse programs across sports, performing arts, and creative fields:

Sports:

Facilities for various sports like basketball, cricket, football, badminton, and swimming.

Professional coaches and regular inter-school tournaments enhance students' athletic skills.

Fitness programs to instill healthy habits from a young age.

Arts and Culture:

Dedicated studios for art, dance, and music provide students with platforms to explore their creative potential.

Opportunities to participate in national and international competitions, fostering confidence and exposure.

Events like annual day performances, talent shows, and exhibitions highlight students’ artistic talents.

Highly Trained Faculty Emphasizing Holistic Growth

The backbone of DPS Rohini’s success is its dedicated and highly qualified teaching staff, who focus on academic excellence while nurturing personal growth:

Continuous Training: Teachers undergo regular workshops and training sessions to stay updated with the latest pedagogical strategies, ensuring effective teaching.

Student-Centric Approach: Faculty members emphasize interactive and personalized learning, tailoring methods to suit the diverse needs of students.

Mentorship Programs: Teachers often act as mentors, guiding students in both academic and non-academic pursuits, fostering confidence and life skills.

Contact

Address: Sector-24, Phase III, Rohini, New Delhi - 110085

Phone Numbers:

Office Hours: +91-11-45552301, +91-11-45552302 (7:30 AM - 3:30 PM)

After Hours: +91-11-42638660

Email:

General Queries: [email protected]

Principal's Office: [email protected]

Official Website: www.dpsrohini.com

St. Xavier’s School, Rohini

St. Xavier’s School is a renowned name among best school in Rohini, offering quality education and moral values.

Admission Process: Admissions are merit-based, with preference given to Christian students. The nursery admission process involves a points-based system, while higher grades require an entrance test.

Fee Structure: The average annual fee is approximately ₹80,000 – ₹1,20,000, depending on the grade.

Contact

Address: Sector 26, Rohini, New Delhi - 110085

Phone: +91-11-27570914, +91-11-27570671

Email: [email protected]

Website: www.stxaviersrohini.org

Focus on Value-Based Education: The school emphasizes moral and ethical development alongside academics, instilling core values like integrity, discipline, and compassion in students.

Excellent STEM Facilities: With cutting-edge labs and interactive teaching methods, St. Xavier’s equips students to excel in Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics, fostering innovation and analytical skills.

Global Exposure Through Exchange Programs: The school offers international exchange programs that allow students to interact with peers worldwide, broadening their horizons and encouraging cross-cultural learning.

Mount Abu Public School, Rohini

Mount Abu Public School is known for best school in Rohini as its emphasis on academic rigor combined with extra-curricular activities. It is a CBSE-affiliated institution with a strong reputation.

Admission Process: Admissions for nursery are based on a points system, and for other grades, an aptitude test followed by an interview is mandatory.

Fee Structure: Fees range between ₹70,000 – ₹1,10,000 annually.

Smart Classrooms with Modern Technology: The school integrates advanced digital tools, such as interactive whiteboards and multimedia resources, to make learning more engaging and effective.

Well-Maintained Sports Infrastructure: With facilities for various sports like basketball, cricket, and indoor games, the school promotes physical fitness and competitive spirit among students.

Focus on Environmental Sustainability: Initiatives like tree plantation drives, waste management programs, and eco-clubs instill environmental awareness and responsibility in students.

Contact

Address: Sector 5, Pocket B-8, Rohini, New Delhi - 110085

Phone: +91-11-27041444, +91-11-27051444

Email: [email protected]

Website: www.mountabuschool.com

Ryan International School, Rohini

Ryan International School has carved its niche with a global approach to education, emphasizing innovation and creativity.

Admission Process: Nursery admissions are processed via the points system, while for other classes, an entrance exam and personal interview are required.

Fee Structure:

Tuition Fee: ₹9,000 – ₹10,000 per month

Annual Charges: ₹30,000 (approx.)

Miscellaneous: ₹10,000 (uniform, books, etc.)

International Curriculum Integration: The school blends CBSE with IGCSE elements, offering students a global perspective alongside a strong foundation in the Indian education system.

Advanced Digital Learning Tools: Equipped with smart boards, e-learning modules, and virtual labs, Ryan enhances student engagement and modernizes classroom experiences.

Diverse Extracurricular Options: Students can explore talents through a range of activities, including performing arts, robotics, and club-based programs that encourage creativity, innovation, and teamwork. This is what make them another best school in rohini

Contact Information:

Address: Sector 25, Rohini, New Delhi - 110085

Phone: +91-11-27566790

Website: www.ryaninternational.org

Bal Bharati Public School, Rohini

Bal Bharati Public School, a prestigious institution, is affiliated with CBSE and known for academic excellence, extracurricular activities, and holistic development. Established in 1989, it focuses on fostering creativity, innovation, and values among students.That’s why it is also know as best school in Rohini

Admission Process:

Admission forms are available online via the school’s official website.

Entry-level admissions are based on a point system, considering distance, siblings, and alumni.

For higher classes, admission is subject to availability and performance in an entrance test.

Fee Structure:

Tuition Fee: ₹8,000 – ₹9,500 per month

Annual Charges: ₹25,000 (approx.)

Additional Fees: ₹5,000 – ₹10,000 for extracurricular activities

Smart Classrooms:Bal Bharati has equipped its classrooms with state-of-the-art technology to facilitate interactive learning. These smart classrooms feature:

Interactive Boards: Digital boards are integrated with projectors to display multimedia content, making lessons more engaging and easier to understand.

Audio-Visual Aids: Teachers utilize videos, animations, and presentations to explain complex concepts effectively.

Science and Language Labs:

The school houses specialized labs designed to provide practical, hands-on experiences for students.

Science Labs:

Physics Lab: Equipped with advanced instruments like spectrometers, oscilloscopes, and models to help students explore principles of mechanics, optics, and electricity.

Chemistry Lab: Features modern equipment, safety tools, and ample workspace for conducting chemical experiments.

Biology Lab: Offers a range of microscopes, slides, and preserved specimens, enabling students to study the intricacies of biological systems.

Sports Complex:Physical fitness and sports are integral to Bal Bharati's curriculum, and the school has a dedicated sports complex with the following features:

Indoor and Outdoor Sports Facilities:

Basketball and tennis courts, cricket pitches, and football fields for team sports.

Indoor spaces for table tennis, chess, and yoga to cater to students with varied interests.

Modern Equipment:

The sports complex is equipped with high-quality gear and safety measures to ensure that students can practice and compete effectively.

Contact Information:

Address: Sector 14, Rohini, New Delhi - 110085

Phone: +91-11-27554561

Website: www.bbpsrohini.edu.in

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