#homeschool casts

[aprilblossomgirl]

-- The Gen6.

source: jane's twitter

[vashti-lives]

Me: I love this yarn so much I’m so excited to turn it into sweater aaaahhhhh!!

Also me: I can’t decide what pattern to do I think I’ll just knit this cardigan that I already have a gage swatch for and a plan for.

[i-need-an-egress]

Time for my favorite game: Is this a trait of autism/am I autistic or is it just my ADHD + the fact that I was homeschooled and so don't understand the general social conventions of friendship

[knavewoods]

bwah

[cotcweek]

Welcome to day five of Creek Week 2023!!

Todays prompts are your favorite...

[auyuyu006]

Johnshi HCs

I'm sorry most of these aren't explicitly romantic I just have so many HCs about the two of them it's driving me crazy.

Johnny holds Kenshi by the waist, Kenshi holds Johnny by the shoulder or the bicep. After some time Kenshi starts to go for his hand instead.

Johnny is on his phone all of the time. Kenshi will either avoid the internet for a week or plays chess on the computer at the kitchen table for a day straight without talking to anyone (secretly uses Sento for this).

Kenshi has good spirits (literally) when it comes to his blindness, but can get very defensive when others pity him for it. Johnny is the only other person he will let touch his blindfold, take it off, or wash it.

Kenshi doesn't love the name "Johnny Cage" and thinks that "John Carlton" suits him. Johnny thinks that it sounds like an "old man's name"

Kenshi would visit Johnny on set sometimes but not say or do anything but sit in the background and watch him in silence until he was done.

Speaking of that- Kenshi had a good time filming in Outworld for Johnny's movie (made him feel like an action hero), but absolutely refused to watch the parts he was in.

Kenshi thought Johnny's movies were mostly cheesy before and after meeting him. However, he ended up rewatching all of them and got excited when there was news he got cast for a new one (before they started to officially date).

Johnny was a pretty good student growing up who made A's and B's as per expectations of his parents but hated school because he got picked on. He got into a decent university where he ended up falling in love with physics. He accidentally became famous around the time he was 20 (maybe he got street casted and went viral?) and had to balance acting with school to get his pHD. He is that school's most famous alumni.

Kenshi was mostly homeschooled by his parents and did not show much attention in academics in his youth due to his intense upbringing in the yakuza. This is something that he regrets but accepts that it wasn't really his choice to begin with. However he is quite knowledgable, knows broadly about history and literature, and can speak multiple languages (Japanese, Chinese, Korean, English, Spanish). He also learns braille relatively fast after losing eyesight.

Kenshi thinks it's so hot that Johnny has a pHD but also thinks its so strange he doesn't do anything with it. (It's a backup plan so he can write textbooks if his career tanks)

Johnny is great at drawing due to it being a hobby growing up stemming from him being a major comic book fan. Kenshi isn't very artistic however used to be able to do mediocre calligraphy (a skill he learned from his parents) before he became blind.

Kenshi breaking into Cage Mansion the second Cris left was admittedly pretty awkward for him (but he was too distracted by Sento to rly care).

Kenshi tries to not let it get to him, but he is saddened by the fact he cannot read properly anymore. Johnny tries to support him by buying him every audiobook in every language he understands. Kenshi will sometimes ask Johnny to read to him mostly because he loves the sound of his voice.

At first, Kenshi tried to get Sento to help him with daily tasks (cooking, cleaning, etc.), but after talking to Kuai Liang he tries not to rely on Sento on anything non-kombat related.

Kenshi has a slight lisp (I'm sorryyyy this isn't rly a hc but you can hear it in his intro dialogues he still sounds like a badass tho i think it's super cute thank god for Vic Chao)

Johnny makes their home a "smart home" a.k.a 30 Alexas in every room of their place, and a Samsung fridge he can live tweet from while making green juice.

Kenshi sometimes used to drive with Sento in the back seat and got arrested for it one time. Now he gets told off by Johnny for it every time he tries it again.

Kenshi will only drink milky coffee (lattes, cappuccinos, etc.) and prefers tea. Johnny hates coffee and tea and pounds red bull in the morning.

Kenshi used to care a lot about his personal style and mostly only wore suits and dress attire. After losing his eyesight, he didn't care as much anymore and just focused on wearing things that were comfortable (sweatpants, sweaters)

Johnny buys Kenshi soft fluffy things to wear all the time. Kenshi always says it's unnecessary but ends up wearing it anyway.

In MK1 Johnny is 32, and Kenshi is 39 (I like the idea of Kenshi being old it just makes sense to me). It both amuses and horrifies Kenshi that he's dating a white man 7 yrs his junior.

Johnny calls him "old man Takahashi" and Kenshi just goes along with it and says "get off my lawn you punk" or something LOL

I think Kenshi was more of the brawny "tough guy" of the yakuza than the suave, seductive type. He has more of an awkward and stony personality. And the fact that he was desperate to get out makes me think he wouldn't entertain the "flirty" role of the job. (a.k.a Kenshi is BAD at flirting unlike a certain someone)

Johnny sometimes helps Kenshis clunky azz samurai gear on before he engages in kombat. Johnny is also the reason Kenshi sometimes gives up and just wears a suit.

Kenshi shops like an old Asian dad. LOVES Costco, will eat all of the samples. Will buy everything on sale even if he doesn't need it. Will not take Johnny with him because his megastardom ruins the peace of being unrecognized. Has taken Raiden with him though. Will use Johnny's credit card. Johnny is dismayed that he hasn't taken a liking to Erewhon and Whole Foods

When Johnny isn't there with him at night Kenshi will play his movies and fall asleep to the sound of his voice

Kenshi will have sex with the blindfold on. He will fall asleep next to Johnny with it off.

Kenshi doesn't like sleeping with the blindfold on, but was worried it would scare or disgust Johnny in some way. It doesn't and it never did. In fact, Johnny appreciates the intimacy that it creates.

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

my lucifer headcanons

note: these are just my own head canons. things i’ve noticed, how i write lucifer, what plays into why i write luce the way i do… etc. purely my own opinion.

- i think michael was very fond of his brother

- when the time came though to listen to dad and fulfill his duty or be a brother to lucifer michael chose duty

- the betrayal is still a sore spot for lucifer

- during lucifer’s “youth” he was curious, always dreaming up incredible creations… it was why he was dads favorite.

- he made the star fish, “because the sea deserves its own stars!” and he also made the duck. the ducks first iteration was quite a bit larger… lucifer and god compromised on a smaller duck. (more like god bribed lucifer.)

- he watched adam be made…. so he was always fond of him and lilith… until he fell in love with lilith…

- he didn’t realize it was love

- but michael knew and michael was scared. so he would draw lucifer away from the garden every chance he got

- lucifer was very naive when he was cast down to hell. he knew so much, he had been alive for so long, but there was so much life experience he didn’t have.

- the first few years in hell were horrible…

- he had hope at first

- maybe it all wouldn’t be so bad

- it was really bad. like really bad. the people who came down to hell were unspeakable devils

- (this is based off a fic i read and i can’t find it, if this rings any bells pls let me know the fic name) but lucifer is continuously appalled and distraught by the atrocities committed in his name.

- it’s one of the reasons he so powerful. he has the angelic power but also the power from those who worship him and make sacrifices for him

he really hates it. a lot. makes him feel no better than the worse overlord (cough alastor cough)

- charlie has no idea and she’ll never know if he can help it

- lucifer smells like apples and vanilla musk, a hint of cinnamon and something floral or citrusy.

- the floral or citrus changes depending on his mood

- he has a huge library. he actually pops up to earth with Asmodeous sometimes and takes books.

- he saved the whole Library of Alexandria’s books before it burned down

- he’s great friends with all the sins

- arguably closest with Beelzebub and Asmodeous

- he loves claw machines. the lights, the sounds, the prize winning???? he’s so fucking happy

- he actually wears glasses to read. he doesn’t need them but he says they make him look smarter.

- is actually a pretty good leader, is not nearly as forgiving as charlie is, but he’s not inherently cruel

- his third favorite color is pink

- his first and second are yellow and red, obviously

- he has expensive ass, maximalist taste.

- he doesn’t use tech because he knows what vox does to said tech.

- he’s always wanted a dog

- he’s very touchy. shows love physically. is only this way if he likes you though

- he has nightmares almost every night

- coffee addict

- because after not sleeping he wakes up looking like death warmed over

- and that’s if he didn’t forget to eat the past few days except for random snacks and didn’t do a 48 hour blitz of staying up working on ducks or the bit of kingdom shit he does.

- he has a handful of servants who he trusts and they are the only one in the house. there’s no team. nothing like that. he keeps it very close

- this was after someone who was a servant tried to throw an angelic dagger at his head because really they wanted to kill him and thought working for him would get them close enough.

- he homeschooled charlie. he knows a lot of stuff and even knew the guy who created calculus!

[barblaz-arts]

Here, have some random Drama Club ideas! Cherri Bomb is a graffiti artist who may/not be a dropout with a punked out jacket. Pentious is a geeky transfer student (think Abed from Community) who joins bc Charlie was the first person nice to him. Emily is homeschooled by Sera bc she’s such a Helicopter Mom. Vox is a computer science teacher. Velvette is the Alpha Bitch popular girl who secretly supplies drugs made with Valentino (a dealer) into the school. (Think Regina George meets Jesse Pinkerton)

Oh i love all of those! Maybe not Emily being homeschooled tho. I mean, it'd make sense, but I'd want her to be able to actually interact conveniently with the cast if she were ever included in the au. She'd be a model student in Pentagram High for sure. Maybe have her be the president for the Glee Club. She wanted to join the drama club but isn't all that talented at acting, so she joined the Glee club instead.

[xenodile]

Marcille was homeschooled by her mom in elven magic then joined a gnomish magic academy to study dungeon metaphysics while learning necromancy on the sly. Her spell list is Floating Lights, Flashbang, Explosion, Cure Wounds, Water Walk, Dispel Magic, Animate Dead, Create Familiar, and True Resurrection. She can also improvise new spells if she takes the time to study her spell book. Classic wizard.

Falin was capable of doing magic without training, and while she learned gnomish magic at school, she relies more on gut feeling and instinct to cast spells. Her spell list includes Undead Ward, Exorcize, Cure Wounds, Revivify, Shield, Protection, Mass Teleport, Field of Spikes, and Destroy Elemental. Definitely a sorcerer.

Laios learned a few elven style spells from Marcille after she pointed out having another healer would be a good idea. He can cast Cure Wounds and possibly Remove Curse. Very much still a martial, learning one or two basic spells for emergencies does not a caster make.

[stayyyyyyyyyyyy21]

RICH KIDS OF SK ( HYUNJIN X READER (Y/N) X BANG CHAN)

MEMORIES FROM THE PAST ( CHANGBIN FELIX Y/N HYUNJIN YEJI AS KIDS<3)

part one part two, part three, PART FOUR PART 6

When Y/N returned home after everything, she felt numb. Hyunjin's words echoed in her mind, casting a shadow over her thoughts, leaving her feeling blue. She couldn't shake the feeling that no matter what reason Yeji might give, it would never be enough to justify her actions.

As she sat there, the weight of Hyunjin's betrayal crashed over her like a tidal wave. How could he do this to her? Did their years of friendship mean nothing to him? Every memory, every shared moment now felt tainted by his actions. These feelings twisted inside her, gnawing at her heart and soul, dragging her down into a pit of despair. The realization that someone she trusted implicitly could betray her in such a way was a wound that cut deeper than she could bear.

Standing up, Y/N walked over to the old album where she kept her favorite pictures.

CHANGBIN AND Y/N

I.N, HYUNJIN AND Y/N

SCHOOL FELIX HYUNJIN YEJI Y/N

FELIX AND Y/N

As Y/N saw the pictures of her and Felix modeling, she remembered how Felix and Y/N made Felix's parents get them clothes from their company and clicked Felix and Y/N's photos. When Felix's father posted those pictures online, it became huge news since it was uploaded on Felix's dad's profile, who was the most famous designer, and also revealed Y/N's face.

At that time, Yeji was known as the chaebol princess. She was on every Korean magazine cover, as her parents wanted her to have a positive image in society and to be well-known. Y/N remembered how Yeji didn't talk to her for days because her pictures went viral. Y/N's memory of Yeji guilt-tripping her all the time flashed in front of her eyes. The guilt tripping and yejis mind games started after y/n and felix's pictures until they all turned 17.

Yeji's jealousy made her ask her parents why Y/N's face was not revealed until felixs fathers post and why she was kept away from the public eye till then. It was because Changbin was everywhere, attending every function with his parents so yeji became curious. That's when Yeji came to know the truth, when Y/N confessed to Hyunjin. Yeji couldn't handle Y/N taking away Hyunjin from her as well because Hyunjin was the only one who used to listen to Yeji, and Yeji was only her real self when Hyunjin was with her. There was a connection between Yeji and Hyunjin since they met each other; they could relate to each other, both born into families where they were trained to maintain a good image since childhood. For yeji hyunjin was a saviour and her prince but whenever y/n came hyunjin used to put all his attention towards y/n. that made yeji more jealous.

When Yeji saw Y/N confessing to Hyunjin, she couldn't bear the thought of losing Hyunjin, the only one she could share her pain with. That's when Yeji revealed Y/N's secret. After that secret was revealed, things became messy; parents were involved, and Yeji was asked to homeschool, her parents send her to america to attend ballet acadmey till her schooling is over. The secret that she revealed was nerve-wracking for Y/N. those memories came back to y/n and she couldn't sleep or do anything. She constantly felt that hyunjin didnt care that yeji tried to ruin y/ns life even thought the incident feel likes age ago y/n still felt scared that yeji might ruin hers and hyunjins friendship. suddenly y/ns phone buzzed and she forgot all her worries and smiled.

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[youareabird]

Polygraph exam Pt. 1

You sat there nervously, looking around the room as you listened to the interviewer. "You have nothing to worry about as long as you answer honestly."

You nod, "Make's sense." you say, nervousness dousing your voice as you spoke. The administrator standing up as you watched him closely. In hand, he had the strap, instructing you to reach up your arms so he could put it around your torso.

"So you're like... legit?"

"Yes, I was a detective for the District Attorney's office. You're in good hands." he joked. Pulling at velcro, and slipping on the device to your fingers.

"I guess we'll see." you said lightly. The room was quiet as the man plugged in his equipment. Once finished, he gave a thumbs up to the interviewer.

"To begin, I'm going to be calibrating the machine by asking you some straightforward questions. Please answer honestly. Is your full name Y/N L/N?"

"Yes."

"Were you born (month,day,year?)"

'Yes."

"Are you about to take a polygraph exam?"

"Yes."

"Are you nervous?"

"Deathly." you say stiffly, sweat reaching your pals as they rested on the table.

"Alright, lets get started with your life-" she said monotonly, "You're a bit of an uprising celebrity, did you expect to blow up?"

"Uh no, I didn't, I started doing this as a hobby."

"You were homeschooled growing up, Were you a good student?"

"Yes." you say truthfully, the nerves starting to grow in your stomach as the questions reached your ears.

"Did you every cheat on a test?"

"I think everyone has, so yes."

"They're telling the truth." The man said, sat beside you at another table, reading the results of your test.

"Did your parents ever find out?"

"If they did, they never addressed it."

"You use to work at a popular store -"  the interviewer said, pausing as she continued to read the questions,   "There were allegations that you stole, did you?"

"No, I didn't. They didn't like me very much." You said lightly, looking over at the machine to see if it would lie.

"That's the truth."

"You looked over like you were expecting a different answer."

"I was trying to see if the machine would lie."

"And did it?"

"No."

"Lets move on to, your career."

"Alright."

"The first thing you've ever been in is, 'The Last of Us'?"  she began,  "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, everyone was very welcoming and I've learned to love all of them."

"That's a lie." the administrator said.

"Which part?"

"Would you like to change your answer?"

"It's not a lie, The cast and crew is truly my family , I was in a commercial when I was younger though."

"And why did you lie?"

"It's embarrassing to be in a commercial like that."

"And, what was the commercial?"

"I believe it was for toilet paper," you pause hesitantly thinking back on to the misfortune you ensued to yourself.  "I was young so I could be wrong."

"Do you think you'll be in another?"

"I don't think so, its not my forte."

"That's a lie."

"its not my forte, But I was just casted for a commercial, I wasn't suppose to mention anything"

"And why did you lie?"

"I don't like them that much."

"And what is the commercial?"

"It's for a non profit organization."

"How is that different than other commercials?"

"Its not ran by people just for money, they're not capitalizing on the cause."

"The next category is relationships."

"Perfect."

"You once said that this person-" sliding a photo of Pedro Pascal, "had a big impact on your life"

"Yes, that's correct."

"You said that without him, you wouldn't be acting. Is that still true?"

"Yes, he took me under his wing and continues to encourage me to do my best."

"And what about this person?" a picture of Bella making an appearance.

"They have also made an impact, yes."

"How?"

"They're just one of the coolest people I've met, super nice and friendly."

"Do they intimidate you?"

"No."

"That's a lie."

"Well, Kind of. They're very outspoken and confident in what they do."

"There are rumors stating you have a crush on this person, have you heard them?"

"I have, yes."

"And are they true?"

"No." looking at the machine, "I love them to death but we're just friends."

"That's a lie."

"You keep lying, why?"

"Cause if I say I have a crush on one of my friends then it'll be awkward. And ill have to deal with press and media telling me to date one of the people I love the most"

"You do though."

"I do, but if I admitted it then it would be true."

"You just did."

"That's true."

"Would you want to date them?"

"Is there any point in my trying to lie?"

"No."

"Then yes, I would love to spend every waking minute with them as possible."

"Final question - At any point, did you lie during this interview and we didn't catch you?"

"Unfortunately no." you laugh while shaking your head. 

[jimblejamblewritings]

Our Violent Delights Will Not Have Violent Ends: The Twilight Saga Rewrite (Book 1, Twilight) | Part 1.

Summary: Y/N Swan is just like every other girl and she likes it that way. Normal is fantastic. Normal creates a functioning member of society. Normal is the reason she moved to a small town to live with her police officer father... only to find out that she gets the farthest thing from what she wanted. \\ This is a re-write of Twilight. Basically if I had been Stephenie Meyer and wrote Twilight. I will be combining some of the movie and book and the pace will be more like the movies. Not terribly high word count like the books. We might equal one book's word count when we finish doing all four of them. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Warnings for the Chapter: none

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Author's Note: If there are "I" written anywhere in the story, please let me know. I'm posting this story on Wattpad in the I form so I might forget to erase one or two here. Enjoy being casted in the feature role of Bella Swan. Let's go:

A police car pulled up in front of you as you waited outside Seattle-Tacoma International. To think, only four months ago you were trying to purchase plane tickets for spring break. Only you wanted to go to New York with the rest of your classmates. The last place you were ever thinking of was Washington. The state, not even D.C. 

And more importantly not Forks, Washington. But you promised your mom that you could handle this. The only thing worse than that small town for the entire year was traveling so much you might as well be homeschooled. When your mom remarried her now husband, Phil, he played baseball for the Phoenix team.

Phil’s good but he wasn’t good enough to be traded around. You thought your whole life would be Arizona. Until Florida called. And your sweet stepfather and lovingly erratic mother packed up everything before suddenly remembering you had school. So moving to Forks had been a you decision but you're not sure how good of a decision that was. 

The car in front of you rolled down its window until you could see your dad. Charlie flashed a smile that you struggled to return. He’s great. You've spent every single summer with him and almost every one of those summers was in Forks.

But two months is a lot different from the entire school year. You knew only a few people that would be going to Forks High School. A pang hit your heart when you thought about your friends again. You guys promised to call but you'd probably fall out of each other’s lives anyway. But you tried to smile once more, putting your suitcases in the back of the police car and pulling on a thick wool sweater over your shirt and overalls. 

As soon as you slid into the passenger seat, it started to rain — a stark reminder that this wasn’t Phoenix. 

You could feel Charlie’s head keep turning to the side to look at you. Like your dad in more ways than one, the start to small talk was awkward for you. The two of you went back and forth in a silent dance until Charlie saved you from speaking about the weather. 

“Your hair has gotten longer.” 

You grabbed a piece of your now shoulder length hair. Two years ago, in the spur of the moment, you had shaved your head to start over. It was the moment after that you decided you would never do that again. Charlie had to suffer the period of you not being able to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked like an egg. It took dedication but your hair was now long and damage free. 

“Yeah, I’ve tried to stop using heat completely. Except the blow dryer.” 

While starting small talk might have been difficult, once Charlie and you were talking no one could get you to stop. The conversation was still going as the car passed the ‘Welcome to Forks’ sign that should have read population: too damn small instead of an actual number — and even when we got out of the car and into the house. Your room wasn’t terribly different from other summers but you noticed drawers and wardrobes that weren’t there before. You guessed when one permanently moves they suddenly need storage for their things. Charlie even cleared more bathroom space. 

That was probably the one thing you hated about this house. One bathroom. Someone should have slapped the architect that ever suggested this… and then slap the builder that followed through anyway. 

You only unpacked the bare essentials for the next week or so. The rest could be slowly unpacked as time went on. Charlie helped for a few hours before doing his shuffle he does whenever he’s uncomfortable. All he could say was okay before leaving the room.

Even though you two can talk for hours, he’s still awkward to his core. You supposed that you should be happy as a teenager that he doesn’t hover. He never has. You used to think it was because being a cop made him busy all the time and he just developed the habit. As the years went on, it became more apparent that it was just his personality. 

A car honk right outside the window caught your attention. You looked through the glass to see an orange pickup truck and some of the only two faces in town that were familiar to you. Your feet carried you out the door before you were even aware until you crashed right into a boy with hair longer than yours, roughly your height, and only a few months younger in age. 

“Woah, Y/N/N, slow down before you hurt yourself. You know you can't be trusted on your own two feet. I'm surprised you're still standing right now or is it just because I'm holding you up.” Jacob said as he gave you a smile. 

“Whatever, dick."

"Whoa, Y/F/N. Language when you're standing right in front of me," Dad interjected but he didn't look that offended.

"Sorry... Hi, Billy.” 

“Hi, Y/N. Glad you’re back and here to stay. Charlie wouldn’t shut up about it since you told him.” 

Your dad rolled his eyes. “Keep talking and I’ll roll that wheelchair right into the middle of the road.” 

“Not before I ram you in the ankles.” 

You and Jacob’s dads abandoned you to play fight in the road. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. 

“I’m glad to see they’re still behaving like that.” 

“Oh, yeah. Days go by and nothing’s different. It's getting worse with old age actually, I'm convinced that's why Mom is always on business trips… So, do you like your present?” 

You turned to face Jacob. “Hmm?” 

He patted the truck just as your dads came back. Your eyes went wide and your lips twitched until they formed a large smile. 

“Are you serious? This is perfect! Dad, you didn’t have to get me a car.” 

Charlie shrugged. “I work late sometimes and thought that your personal autonomy was very important.” 

He’s trying to sound like a parent that actually read the child psychology books. The why he bought me a car didn’t matter. It was the fact that he just did. A truck didn’t exactly fit my aesthetic but something about vintage ones totally did.

"Don't worry, I worked on it myself. Everything's perfect," Jacob said.

"You did this? By yourself now? Jake, what the heck. That's crazy you're doing it on your own now. Why are you so amazing?"

Before anyone could actually answer you, you whipped open the door and sat inside. You remembered this truck very well from playing in it since you and Jake were four. Billy had this thing for at least seventeen years. The first thing you noticed were the new leather seats. They were pink instead of gray. The second thing you noticed was the engine’s sound. Smoother than it had ever sounded before. 

Jacob opened the passenger door, hopping in to show you how the car operated. He was a genius at fixing cars and trucks. You wouldn’t be surprised if he owned his own mechanic shop some day. 

“And that’s it.” He patted the steering wheel. “If anything breaks, let me know.” 

“Thank you! God, I’m so glad I have one recognizable face at school.” 

“You’ve only been missed two summers. Did you already forget I don’t go to Forks?” 

“Right.” 

Jake, like most of the Quileute kids, went to a high school on the reservation in La Push. People weren’t as judgmental when they all shared something common. There they could wear their hair long, tell folklore stories without getting made fun of, or try speaking little words here and there of Quileute so the language doesn’t die with their great grandparents.

All things you would have loved to be part of or just sit on the sidelines and observe. Maybe you should have complained to Charlie until you went there. Now you couldn’t leech off of Jacob and had to actually make friends on your own. Disgusting. 

Your sentiments didn’t change as you got in the truck and headed to school. You were assigned a parking space the moment you transferred. Unlucky you, you were stuck in the front parking lot.

So much for leaving to go get a better lunch than whatever grub they were going to serve at the cafeteria. Charlie worked too much to even think about asking him to get you something. And you couldn’t ask him to cook either. He’s not really shit at it. It's just his taste buds suck. So unless you wanted to text him a specific lunch menu each Sunday, it was Russian Roulette of lunch. That was too much work. Charlie thinks salami and grapes belong on the same piece of Nutella and butter toast. 

When you finally found the parking space, after three circles around, you turned off the engine and found a bunch of eyes greeting you. Lots of them. That’s what being the new kid in a small town gets a person. The eyes stopped staring once you got out of your truck — they needed a face to match the name Bella Swan. 

“Nice ride,” a black boy in a red hoodie said as he nodded at your car. 

“Thanks, just got it.” 

“Cool.” 

You didn’t exchange any other words before you entered the building. You stared at the paper schedule, trying to memorize classrooms and the stupid tiny map in the corner. An arm suddenly tapped your shoulder. 

“You’re Y/F/N Swan, right? Our new girl.” 

You turned to your right to see an Asian boy with a black polo shirt and the most emo haircut you've seen in a while. You took a double take at his outfit and then at the outfits of your peers around you. Suddenly, you were feeling terribly overdressed.

Your thrifted Burberry monogram poncho doubled as a blanket that you would inevitably need because it sat on top of a long sleeved black mini dress. Was it impractical for January in Washington? Probably. But fashion made everything work. At least you had worn snow boots. 

“Yeah. It’s just Y/N by the way.” 

“Just Y/N. Got it. Well, hi, I’m Eric and your eyes and ears of this place. Anything happens and I know about it. If you need a tour guide, shoulder to cry on, or lunch date then I’m your man.” 

Eric made conversation naturally, no small talk in sight. Kind of like Jacob. You chuckled. “I’ll take a rain check on the lunch date but I do need to find room 33C.” 

“Let me lead the way.” 

He started to lead you down the hallway and to a set of stairs. “So, why move to Forks?” 

“I’m not a baseball girl.” 

Eric snapped his fingers. “Perfect tagline for your spread. I’m the editor-in-chief of the paper and you are front page news.” 

“Oh… Just the front page right? I mean I don’t mind the paper but more than two pages and I’ll transfer.” 

“Got it. Spread killed, feature only. And here’s your stop.” 

“Thank you so much.” 

“I’ll be back for whatever other classes you need to find.” 

True to his word, Eric came back and led you to all my morning classes, including the dreaded P.E. You didn’t hate exercise. You just hated whatever wasn’t pilates or a Jane Fonda workout. Besides, you were never good at P.E. anyway. The testament to that was the gym teacher thinking you should do the volleyball exercises with some of the other girls. 

You flinched as the ball came towards you. It didn’t go back over the net. Instead, it hit my calculus desk partner, Mike Newton, in the back of the head. 

“Sorry!” you yelled as you sped away to hide in the locker room until lunch period. 

Mike seemed to forget about it when lunch came. He talked your ear off all the way into the cafeteria. You had forgotten that a small town wouldn’t be like Phoenix. Everyone wanted to talk to the new kid. Whether they were friends or not was yet to be determined. But Mike was a gentleman. He pulled out your seat for you. 

“Thank you.” 

“My pleasure, Madame.” 

Eric laughed. “Mikey, glad you met my girl Y/N.” 

“Oh, your girl?”

“Excuse me, my girl. We even bonded over cars,” The black boy from earlier rubbed your hair in fake affection before pulling the chair out from under Mike. 

“You’re so dead, Tyler!” he yelled as they ran after him. 

The two girls at your table gave a mix of a laugh and a scoff. A girl with a chunky pink headband slid over a juice carton from her tray. 

“Sorry about that. It’s like kindergarten all over again, isn’t it? You’re the shiny new toy. Hi, I’m Jessica by the way.” 

“Oh, almost forgot,” the other girl with glasses picks up a camera. “Smile!” 

The flash blinded me for a moment. “Woah.” 

“Sorry, I need some candids for the spread.” 

“The spread is dead, Angela,” Eric said in an oddly defensive tone. “Don’t bring it up again… I got your back, babe.” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped from your throat. Eric left, leaving you, Jessica, and Angela at the table. Angela set her camera down. 

“Great, now what am I supposed to do about filling up the rest of the newspaper? I can’t do another editorial on teen drinking. It’d be the third time.” 

“You could always run a psa on eating disorders,” you tried to offer an option. “Or um… padding on the swim team?” 

The other girls looked at you and for a moment you thought you said something completely wrong but they began laughing. You caught bits of the conversation as you focused on my food: some of the guys bragging about their sizes that seemed totally fake, speedos fitting improperly, and wondering if they only pad for school pictures. 

Going back to the conversation, a glimpse at the window caught your eye before you could speak. Five people walked like this school was a runway. 

“Who are they?” you asked. 

Jessica dropped her fork on her tray, ready to tell you everything. “The Cullens. Dr. and Mrs. Cullen’s foster kids.”

The names were ones you couldn't remember hearing while visiting over the summers. They were either new kids or never came around La Push. One thing you couldn’t deny was that they were all attractive. And the shorter girl had wicked fashion sense. She strutted by like the rest of them in her thin and flowy white maxi skirt with a chunky black sweater and heels entirely too high for you to ever try wearing. You felt almost entranced just looking at them.

“They’re all like together,” Jessica continued. “Rosalie, the blonde one, yeah she’s with the big one, Emmett. Like a thing.”

“Jess, they’re not actually related,” Angela quickly interjected.

“Yeah I know, but it’s still kinda weird that they live together, don’t you think? Anyway, the small dark-haired girl Alice is with Jasper. He’s the one that always looks like he’s in pain. The two blondes are actually siblings, Mrs. Cullen’s niece and nephew or something like that.”

“Dr. Cullen’s like this foster dad matchmaker.”

“Maybe, he’ll adopt me,” Angela said.

You chuckled. If Dr. Cullen was such a matchmaker then you’d have to tell Charlie goodbye.

“What about him?” you motioned to the last guy left. He walked ahead of his foster siblings like he was the leader or something. 

“Edward? Totally hot, supposedly single. No one here seems good enough for him. Don’t waste your time. Like I care, just don’t waste your time.” 

“Trust me, wasn’t planning on it.” 

You knew that Jessica could have a skewed perspective. Maybe something happened between the two of them but Angela seemed to agree with her. This Edward probably was nothing but bad news and trouble.

You dared myself to look at their table again. Your eyes squinted when you saw their trays. Nothing looked touched. When you looked up, all five of them were staring at you. You whipped your head around and didn’t dare look back again until after lunch. 

Thankfully, the classes you had right after lunch didn’t have any of them… until bio class. The teacher, Mr. Donoghue motioned for you to sit at the only empty seat that happened to be next to Edward. You nodded and began moving to the chair. A chill ran down you spine and you shivered as the chill pierced your back. Edward stiffened up at the same time. 

You scowled as he held his hand over his mouth and nose. You had taken a shower, put on nice perfume, lotioned, and wore nice jewelry. There was absolutely no way you smelled. His hand stayed over the lower part of his face the entire class period. Even when he had to hand over material, he pushed them to you with a pencil. The moment the bell rang, Edward was gone. Good riddance. 

Mr. Donoghue signed the last spot in my slip saying you made it to class successfully and now you could give it to the receptionist. You paused in the doorway after seeing someone’s back but it was too late. The receptionist had seen you. 

“Just a moment, dear.” 

The person with the back turned around to reveal a troubled face. He grabbed his coat. “Never mind, I’ll just have to endure it.” 

You rolled your eyes, handed in you slip and went to your truck. Edward was a total douche. Yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that we’d be seeing each other more often than you’d like. Probably more often than he’d like as well. 

Charlie wasn’t finished working when school was over but had enough time for a dinner break. His friend, Waylan, brought takeout from Subway. You didn’t remember Waylan very well. He left for most of the summer each year to visit his kids and grandkids that left Washington. You all moved stuff around on Charlie’s desk to clear space so you could eat. You had a Spicy Italian sub while the two of them ate BLTs. The two of them shared a different sentiment about the Cullens when you asked them. 

Unlike the kids at school, they had nothing but praise. The Cullens weren’t weird but mature and well-rounded teenagers. And Dr. Cullen was the best surgeon they’ve had… and he stayed past one year which is an accomplishment. Certain jobs like doctors and lawyers always come from out of town. Most leave after one or two years, not able to handle the slow pace of this green and gray town. 

Soon, Charlie and Waylan talked in the most stereotypical old man fashion that you had actually checked out of the conversation. Your cellphone rang as you grabbed a potato chip from the small bag that came with your sandwich. 

“That’s Mom, I’m gonna take this.” 

“Tell your mom I said hi, Y/N/N.” 

You nodded as you walked away.  

~~

The next day at school, Edward wasn’t there. You had planned to confront him and find out what his problem was when he didn’t even know you. You weren't exactly popular back in Phoenix but no one had any issues with you. Never. 

However, his siblings were there. Not that you were going to approach them. Your problem was their brother not them and you weren't trying to make enemies in such a small town. You watched them walk into the building as you leaned against your truck. You turned when something hit your back. 

“Y/N!” 

You laughed as you looked at the Twizzler on the ground. “Seriously, Tyler? How dare you waste good food,” you said as you grabbed your bag and walked over to where the kids you met yesterday were all crowded around what you assumed was Tyler’s van. 

He shrugged. “I would hardly call Twizzlers the peak of fine dining.” 

We all walked inside at the start of a bell ringing. The day had been pleasant without your science partner. And the next day was the same when he didn’t show up again. And the next day until the entire week had gone by without Edward showing his face. 

Your first week of school was lucky. You had missed any torrential rain. But you couldn’t say the same for that Monday. The only thing worse than rain was rain when it was below freezing outside. Your front steps were covered in ice. Your phone rang as you closed the house door.

"Hey, Jake... First week done, somewhat a success. Hey, when is Spring Break for you guys? We should totally start coordinating now if we want to try and leave town."

Despite being careful as you talked, you must have stepped incorrectly because before you knew it, your butt had gone down the last three concrete steps leading away from your door and to your driveway. 

“Woah, woah, Y/N/N. Are you okay?” Charlie asked as he helped you up. 

“Yeah, just fine, Dad. Ice isn’t exactly helpful to the severely uncoordinated.” 

“That’s why I got new tires for you. The old ones were getting pretty bald.” 

“Thank you.” 

You both high-fived before getting into your respective cars and leaving. It felt like you were already used to the routine of Forks when you pulled into your parking spot and found yourself automatically going to Tyler’s van. You sat with Jessica, Angela, Eric, or Mike whenever you had class and swapped snacks with Tyler in between every morning class because your lockers were right next to each other. And the group always walked to lunch together. 

“Salad or Sandwich… Hello? Earth to Y/N?” 

You blinked to see Jess snapping her fingers in front of you. “Sorry.” 

“We wanted to know what you wanted? The lines are backing up so we’re splitting up and tackling stations.” 

“Nice, divide and conquer the cafeteria.” 

“The Vikings got nothing on us.” 

“As long as the only thing we’re conquering and pillaging are those sandwiches.” 

“Absolutely. They might have had great hair but I'm not interested. So, ham and cheese, turkey, or those stupid cucumber ones that no one likes?” 

“Hey, I like them!” 

Jess laughed and walked to her designated line. Mike and you were in charge of gathering everyone’s desserts and soups. Three wanted brownies and three wanted chocolate chip cookies, four wanted tomato soup and two wanted chicken noodle. You all wanted saltine crackers. Every now and then, you looked over your shoulder at what made you stop in you tracks. Edward was back. 

And your biology class was the first class after lunch.  

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I saw you were allowing us to toss in ideas for the platonic!yandere staff for TWST and I'm overjoyed, haha. A thought I had: How willing would they let you be around the actual main cast, seeing as how you have to get into shenanigans with them as demanded by the plot but it puts you in possible (and actual) harm's way? Would they allow it, confident they can step in and handle things? Would they refuse to let you go near them at all to keep you safe? Who just. Automatically bans Deuce and Ace from going near you.

Gonna be rating them on a scale of one to five. One being would straight out ban students from seeing you (if they could), five being you have the most freedom to see other students.

Crowley is a 4/5. Although he would like to think that he's a little stricter, he's not. He claims that it's due to his benevolence that you are allowed to see your friends, but really you know it's because he's far too careless and actually busy (sometimes). But when he spots any students getting particularly close to you, he doesn't even have to do much. All he has to do is mention it to the rather stricter... staff members. But after a dangerous event like an overblot, he tries to limit your interactions with them, he really does try, but he’s far too soft on you and can’t say no to your wishes for long. 

Divus is a 1/5. Forget your friends and the school, he has tried to take you out of the school, multiple times actually. If it were up to him, he’d have you homeschooled or at least placed in an educational institution where there aren’t so many reckless and hazardous individuals. The only reason he hasn’t taken you out of Night Raven College is because the other staff members refuse to let him just take you. If Crewel just took you, you’d always be with him and none of the other staff members would get to see you everyday like they do now. And the only reason he hasn’t straight out told students to get away from you, is because he would then be in hot water with the school board. But he’s literally this close to imposing a ban on certain individuals. 

Vargas is a 3/5. He’s a bit more relaxed, but he’ll take any threat to you seriously. And if that threat is from another student, he’ll run them ragged during his class so much so that they won’t even have time to even think about interacting with you. After his class, they’ll be so tired that they won’t even have the energy to talk to you. This is one of those times where he’ll work cooperatively with the other staff members, with them providing a list of individuals that need to be worn out in order to stay away from you. Vargas trusts you to be able to defend yourself, after all, he’s taught you the best! But he doesn’t trust these brutes. 

Trein is a 2/5. Thankfully, he isn’t as strict as Crewel, but he still is pretty strict in his own right. During his class, he keeps a close eye on students, watching to see if they try to whisper to you or even so much as glance in your direction. Once he spots them doing something like that, he’ll call them out, and in their surprise he’ll throw the hardest questions at them until they get one wrong and lower their head. When you’re away, he’ll allow his familiar Lucius to trail after you and report anyone else to Trein so he could add them to the very lengthy list of names he’ll be submitting to Vargas in the afternoon. Perhaps he’ll assign them even more work, just to be doubly sure they do not have the time nor the energy to pester you.

Sam is a 5/5. You have the most freedom with him by far. He doesn’t tell you who you should or shouldn’t talk to, of course he has his own list of names but he doesn’t divulge that information. Yes, he trusts you, but like Vargas, he doesn’t trust all the students. But he does trust himself and his helpful shadows. Sam is pretty cunning too, so he’ll utilize this freedom he gives you to earn your affection and favoritism. It’s something he regularly flaunts during staff meetings, about how you go to him more often instead of the other teachers when you’re looking to hangout with friends. But all other students know by the look in Sam’s eyes when you’re back is turned, to be very cautious of what they do.

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Character Headcanons

this is just sexuality and gender hcs lol but here we go! I'm going to go in first elimination order in their debut season, except for the new cast (because i haven't finished the season yet, so I dont want to spoil it for myself) which will be in the order that i remember them, then the hosts.

Ezekiel: I think he's cishet. just the homeschool stereotype and all that. but maybe he discovers something about himself between meeting alejandro and going completely feral

Eva: she's a butch lesbian. i personally think she's cis, but i could see transfem eva

Noah: gay trans man. i mean have you guys even seen his character

justin: I think he's aroace. again, i personally think justin is cis, but i could see him being trans

katie: trans lesbian. i just know it okay

tyler: he's bi. he absolutely had a crush on alejandro. you can't change my mind. i also think he's cis but again, i could see him being transmasc

izzy: shes transfem. of course. and i think she's a lesbian, but i could see her being bi or pan. assuming she's lesbian, her relationship with owen could either be just strategy or comphet. you decide

cody: have you seen the way that boy dresses? trans man bisexual disaster.

beth: personally, i think she gives cishet vibes, but i could see her possibly being bi and/or transfem.

sadie: obviously lesbian. she and katie are in love. of course. and idk if she's cis or trans. i could see either. but I think she is also trans. t4t

courtney: as much as i love duncney... i think courtney is lesbian. i think she has extreme comphet and she doesn't realize her sexuality until wt, and then doesn't come to terms with it and accept herself until all stars. but i think she's cis

harold: transfem harold is canon. to me. idk their sexuality tho. i could see them as omni or pan tho.

trent: bisexual trent is so real guys. again, i personally think he's cis, but I could see transmasc trent

bridgette: i could see her as transfem, but I also could see her as cis. also she gives me pan vibes but I can also see her being straight. idrk

lindsay: shes pan. i just know it okay. i personally see her as cis, but again, i could see transfem lindsay. or transmasc lindsay.

DJ: cis, aroace. he's just a really sweet guy

geoff: cis, bisexual. i just know it okay

leshawna: cis, bisexual. i just. i just know it okay

duncan: cis bisexual. he'll call you a slur tho

heather: transfem lesbian. trust me guys. i could also see her being ace tho

gwen: transfem bi. i just know

owen: cis bi. he is canonically bi btw. he had a crush on justin. it was played as a joke but. that's just what happened

blaineley: i could see her as straight or queer honestly. i personally think she's cishet.

sierra: transfem. for sure. and i think she's a lesbian with comphet. just like heather and courtney.

alejandro: I think he's cis, but i could see him being trans. also he's bi. trust me. but i mean i could see him being gay. it's plausible.

staci: she doesn't have enough screen time for me to tell. she has like. ten minutes total. but shes trans

dakota: transfem pansexual. i just know it okay

B: i think they're nb, or at the least a trans man. i mean. his deadname is a traditionally feminine name.. it lines up. they're not cis i can tell you that much. anyway i think he's aroace

dawn: genderqueer panromantic ace. just trust me okay

sam: he gives me cishet vibes, but also i could easily see him being bi or pan.

Brick: i feel like he's cis but I also like the idea of him experimenting with gender nonconformity. and as much as i like jo x brick as a ship, i also think brick is probably gay. or bi with a heavy male preference

anne maria: transfem anne maria is canon. to me. anyway she's very much bi.

mike: i feel like he's cis but i could see him as trans, and i think he's pan. i'm also treating his alters like separate characters, though i know very little about multiple personality disorder, so idk if that's exactly how that works (feel free to correct me in replies)

vito: i hc him to be cis but idk. also he's pan. if vito finds you hot, it doesn't matter what you've got going on.

Svetlana: transfem lesbian. trust me okay

chester: cishet ally.

mal: look i like the queer hcs for mal. y'all are so real for that. but i think he's cishet and homophobic and transphobic

manitoba: trans manitoba is real. to me. also he's pan. trust me y'all

jo: trans butch lesbian

scott: cis gay man

zoey: she could be either cis or trans. i think she's transfem. and also she's pan. i don't think an explanation is necessary

cameron: she was very sheltered, so i doubt she would have been exposed to LGBTQ+ stuff so she wouldn't know it at first.. but I think cam would be transfem. bc i saw a post where someone said that it would be funny if cameron realized she was trans because lightning kept calling her a "girl" and that was her awakening lol. anyway she's ace

lightning: cis gay man

beardo: he gets like ten minutes of screen time and he doesn't really talk.. cis bi

leonard: cis gay. i just know it

amy: cishet +homo/transphobic (i'll explain in a minute)

rodney: he's cis, okay. and pan. i just know it

sammy: shes transfem lesbian. trust me. That's why Amy hates her sm. it lines up with real experiences that I know people have

ella: she's bi. i just know it. but i'm not sure what their gender situation is.. but she uses she/they pronouns

Topher: cis gay man. just look at him i mean

dave: cishet. undecided on his opinion of queer people. (he decides he's an ally when he finds out sky is queer but he then declares himself homophobic when she rejects him) he would call you a slur

scarlett: transfem lesbian.

max: transmasc gay.

jasmine: transfem bi

sugar: cis lesbian

shawn: transmasc pan. i just know it okay

sky: transfem bi/pan. i just know it okay. also that's why dave decided he's homophobic and transphobic now

Tammy: trans lesbian. trust me okay

Pete: cis gay. also he's married to gerry

Gerry: cis gay. also he's married to pete

Ellody: trans lesbian. also she's dating mary

Mary: cis lesbian. also she's dating ellody

laurie: cis bisexual. also she's dating miles

miles: trans lesbian. also she's dating laurie

tom: cis gay

jen: cis lesbian

kelly: cishet ally

taylor: cishet homophobe

jay: major cishet vibes. but idk he might learn some things. once he's actually esposed to the outside world

mickey: see jay.

lorenzo: cishet. i didn't really care for the stepbros team so i haven't really put much though into it

chet: cishet. see lorenzo

rock: nonbinary bisexual. also he's dating spud

spud: trans gay man. also he's dating rock

dwayne: cishet homophobe

junior: he's like. 11. i'm not saying you can't have figured our your sexuality and gender at that age. but junior definitely hasnt

ennui: trans bi man. canonically dating crimson (and i'm keeping taht)

crimson: trans bi woman. canonically dating ennui (and Im keeping it taht way)

stephanie: cis bi woman. i just know it.

ryan: cishet ally

devin: cis bi man

carrie: cishet ally (she's a HUGE ally okay)

kitty: cis lesbian

emma: cis lesbian

josee: transfem lesbian

jacques: trans gay man

macarthur: trans butch lesbian. also she's dating sanders

sanders: cis lesbian. also she's dating macarthur

brody: cis pansexual. just trust me okay

axel: trans butch lesbian. also she's in love with nichelle

nichelle: cis femme lesbian. also she's in love with axel

emma: cis lesbian with extreme comphet

chase: cis bi man with lots of internalized homophobia. anyway he's in love with ripper

ripper: cis bi man. also he's in love with chase. (i don't like ripper or chase. they're perfect for each other tho)

wayne: cishet ally (he's canonically an ally!!)

raj: cis gay. also bowraj for life

bowie: cis gay. also bowraj for life

i need to make another block of text bc i reached the character limit lmao

scary girl/lauren: transfem lesbian. i just know it

zee: nonbinary pansexual. trust me

julia: cis lesbian. but she'll call you a slur. she's dating MK

damien: i think he's a cishet ally. but i could see him as bi

caleb: cis aroace. no i will not elaborate

millie: transfem lesbian

priya: cis lesbian

MK: nonbinary lesbian. they're dating julia

The host with the most, chris mclean: trans gay man. he'll call you a slur tho. he's married to chef

Chef Hatchet: cis gay man. he's married to chris

Don: cis gay man. he hates chris's guts.

that's every character. anyway next week it's going to be a tierlist of all the characters <3

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Stepping outside with your father felt like entering a whole new world. Gone were the familiar, if slightly rundown, streets you saw from your window. Instead, vibrant shops and bustling cafes lined the sidewalks, their colorful awnings casting playful patterns on the sun-drenched pavement.

It was a stark contrast to your usual world, one carefully curated by your mother's anxieties and confined within the walls of your apartment.

Today, however, your father, emboldened by a rare burst of parental responsibility (or perhaps a guilty conscience), had decided to take you to the park. Not the one your mother frequented, a secluded affair several blocks away, but the popular one just down the street. The one teeming with life, with children your age laughing and playing with an abandon you'd only witnessed on television.

Despite the excitement bubbling within you, a tiny spark of unease flickered in your chest. This was uncharted territory. Your world, meticulously planned by your mother, had always prioritized safety over socialization. So now, plopped into this hurricane of sounds and sights, you felt a sense of vulnerability you hadn't experienced before.

Your father, oblivious to your internal turmoil, seemed to bask in the sunshine. "Ready for some fun, Y/N?" he boomed, his voice filled with an enthusiasm that felt foreign coming from him.

You offered a hesitant nod, your gaze darting around as you took in the scene.

There were children everywhere—on bikes, climbing structures, chasing each other with shrieks of laughter. This wasn't the curated silence of your homeschool sessions; this was a symphony of chaos, and you weren't sure if you hated it or loved it.

An undeniable pull, however, led you towards the swings. There were only one of them—its brightly colored seat swaying gently in the breeze, invitingly.

Mustering all your courage, you walked towards it, a strange mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within you. The ground beneath your feet felt different—softer, somehow, than the worn rug in your living room.

As you approached the swing, the sounds of the park seemed to fade away, replaced by a low hum that resonated deep within your chest.

You reached out and grasped the cool metal chains, a tremor running through your fingertips just as a hand slammed down on the opposite chain.

You looked up to find a boy with spiky blond hair glaring down at you, his crimson eyes burning with an intensity that startled you.  "This is my swing. Get lost, extra," he declared, his voice rough and demanding.  He yanked the chain, forcing the swing to lurch forward.

"No," you replied calmly, your voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in your hands.  "I had it first."  You pulled back gently, trying to reclaim your spot.

The boy's face contorted in fury.  "So what?" he yelled, his voice laced with a hostility you weren't used to.  "Give it to me! I want to swing!"

You repeated yourself, this time with an unwavering firmness. "I said, I had it first."  There was no anger in your voice, just a quiet insistence on fairness.

The boy, clearly frustrated by your lack of reaction to his outburst, scoffed.  With a shove, he sent you stumbling back.  You landed hard on the ground, scraping your palms on the rough pavement.

For a moment, you sat there, stunned.

Slowly, you rose your hands, turning them over to examine the scrapes. Red bubbled up at the scratches, a small trail glistening crimson as it snaked down your wrist.

Blood.

Your pupils dilated, zeroing in on the wound with a strange fascination.

It stung, a dull throb that pulsed with your heartbeat. But the pain was distant, muted by a cold wave of anger that washed over you.

It wasn't the sting of the scrape that held your attention, but the sight of your own blood.

This wasn't tears...wasn't weakness.

This was different.

This was a mark, a sign that you were just sitting there taking it.

The anger, fueled by the boy's unprovoked aggression, simmered within you, a dark fire stoked by the crimson staining your hands.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up, brushing the dirt off your clothes. You turned to the boy, who was now smugly swinging back and forth on the swing, a cruel smile plastered on his face.

The sight of his joy sparked a new wave of anger within you. You marched towards the swing, your steps purposeful and heavy.

The boy didn't notice your approach until he was mid-swing, his back momentarily turned. In that instant, you saw your opportunity.

With a cold, calculated shove, you pushed him on the back—not a forceful push, but a small push delivered with surprising little strength considering your anger.

The boy shrieked in surprise, his laughter cut short. He tumbled forward, landing face-first on the ground with a sickening thud.

He wasn't laughing anymore.

The swing had stopped abruptly, and the boy laid sprawled on the ground, a whimper escaping his lips.  His face crumpled in pain as he inspected his scraped hands, mirroring the sting on your own palms.

A spark of confusion flickered through your anger. You hadn't pushed him that hard, yet here he was bawling as if you didn't just go through the same thing.

The longer you watched him cry about his injuries, the more a new, unsettling feeling grew within you.

It wasn't sympathy, not entirely. It was irritation.

Here you were, both of you scraped and hurting, but you weren't the one bawling like a baby.

He was weak.

Your face fell into a scowl as his whimpers grew louder. A hot feeling bubbled deep within your stomach, a churning sensation that rose into your throat like a bitter tide.

It wasn't just anger anymore; it was a primal dominance, a sense of superiority fueled by his vulnerability.

"Stop crying,"you said, your voice devoid of warmth, laced with a chilling command.

The boy's sniffles ceased instantly, replaced by a watery silence.

He looked up at you, his red eyes wide and glistening. There was no defiance in his gaze, just a strange mixture of fear and something that almost resembled...submission.

"Stand up," you ordered, your voice laced with a newfound authority.

He complied, his lower lip trembling slightly.

Humming thoughtfully, you tilted your head, a predatory glint flashing in your eyes.

The world around you seemed to shift subtly. It was as if everything—the other children playing, the bustling city life, even the birds chirping in the trees—had faded away.

In their place, you saw only the boy, his tear-streaked face, his trembling form.

You motioned for him to join you. "Come,"you said, a hint of a sinister amusement coloring your tone.

He hesitated, then slowly walked towards you, his head bowed, a defeated shadow of his former bravado.

As you turned to lead him towards a more secluded part, away from the watchful eyes of the adults and the carefree shrieks of other children, you couldn't help but notice two figures approaching.

"Hey!" one of them called out, a boisterous brown-haired boy with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Did you get that weirdo off the swing like you said you would?"

The other boy, shorter and stockier with dark hair, nudged his friend.  "Yeah, come on! Don't tell me you lost to a girl!"

Their taunts hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the chilling silence that surrounded you and the boy. The brunette boy, oblivious to the shift in power dynamics, reached out to grab the blond's shoulder, his touch filled with careless camaraderie.

But the boy didn't react.  He didn't flinch, didn't snarl his usual retort.  His gaze remained fixed on you, his red eyes wide and unblinking.

A flicker of confusion crossed the brunette boy's face, his hand hovering awkwardly in mid-air. "Bakugo?" he questioned, his voice laced with a hint of unease.

The name registered in your mind.

"Leave us alone," you finally said, your voice flat and devoid of emotion.  It wasn't a request; it was a command.

The two boys stared at you, taken aback by your sudden presence and the chilling authority that emanated from you.

The brunette boy slowly retracted his hand, his bravado replaced by a wary curiosity. "W-Who are you?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

You didn't answer.  You didn't need to.

A low growl echoed from behind you. Bakugo, his eyes still glazed over, turned with a sluggish grunt. "Didn't she stutter, extras?" he rasped, his voice devoid of its usual fire but laced with a dangerous edge.  He sparked his hands, the familiar crackling a stark contrast to his monotone voice. "Get lost 'fore I make you!"

The boys flinched back in unison, fear replacing their previous curiosity. The shorter one grabbed his friend's arm, his voice barely above a squeak. "Whatever, Bakugo, you're such a jerk!"

"Yeah, come on, let's just go," the brunette mumbled, clearly shaken. They didn't dare argue further, the shorter one practically dragging his friend away.

As soon as they were out of sight, the spark in Bakugo's hands died down and his shoulders slumped. He turned back to you, his posture returning to its previous desolate state.

You tilted your head, studying him with a detached curiosity.

There it was again—that flicker of obedience, that unquestioning response to your command. Even in this dazed state, he'd moved to protect you, to follow your will without hesitation.

With a silent flick of your head, you continued walking towards the secluded area, Bakugo following close behind like a shadow tethered to your will. And as he followed, a disturbing thought flickered across your mind: he resembled a puppy, eager to please his master.

A twisted pleasure bloomed in your stomach at the comparison.

And in that moment, with a horrifying clarity, it all clicked.  The whispers of power during your tantrum, the strange sensation on the swings—it all made sense.

A low chuckle escaped your lips, a sound devoid of humor. "Puppy~" you echoed, the word tasting sweet on your tongue. It felt like a fitting name for him now, a reminder of his whimpering and his newfound submission.

As you watched Bakugo's once-egotistical eyes stare dazed up at you, a truth settled in your stomach with the weight of a revelation. You were no longer just a quirkless-normie.

You had power.

A thrill shot through you, a current of raw electricity that sparked a maniacal glint in your eyes.

I'm special, you thought, the words echoing in your mind like a mantra wasn't just a whisper; it was a triumphant roar that resonated deep within you. I'm special, I'm special, I'm special.

But the most intoxicating sensation came from Bakugo himself. It wasn't a physical connection, but something far more primal. It felt like his very will, his defiance, his ego—once so fierce—now flowed towards you like a tethered kite on a gentle breeze.

You could almost feel it, a faint vibration against your very being, a melody sung on a frequency only you could hear.

It was exhilarating.  It was terrifying.  It was a power you barely understood, yet you craved to explore its depths.

A predatory smile stretched across your face, sending shivers down your spine.  This wasn't just about dominance; it was about control.

You tilted your head, studying him with a predatory curiosity. This new power you possessed demanded exploration, and this boy, Bakugo as you now knew him, was the first test subject.

"What's your name, puppy?" you asked, your voice soft but laced with an undercurrent of control. The way you phrased it wasn't a question; it was an order, a demand for information you expected him to fulfill.

Bakugo, his eyes still wide and watery, did not meet your gaze. His body remained slack, lost in a daze as if the world had muted around him. A single word escaped his lips, barely a whisper. "Kacchan," he mumbled, the familiar nickname devoid of its usual bravado.

A humorless chuckle rippled through you. The way he clung to that childish moniker was almost... quaint. "Kacchan, huh?" you mused, tilting your head further.  "Don't be shy~" you cooed, your voice dripping with a false sweetness. "Tell me your real name, Kacchan. Or should I call you something else entirely? Something more... fitting of your current state?"

Bakugo's chest hitched with a shallow breath, his body trembling ever so slightly.  Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, a single word escaped his lips. "Ka-Bakugo...Bakugo Katsuki," he stuttered, the name catching in his throat.

There was no fire in his voice, no defiance—just a raw vulnerability that sent a shiver down your spine, a thrill that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

The challenge had been met, not with defiance, but with a broken submission that was far more satisfying.  You had him, Bakugo, completely under your thrall.  His age, his quirk, goals, fears—all these details would come to you in time.

For now, you reveled in the power you wielded, a puppeteer with a broken marionette at your command. So lost in the realization of your newly discovered power, you didn't notice your slip of control over Bakugo.

The effect was instantaneous.  Bakugo, who had been looking around in a dazed trance suddenly crumpled to his knees.  His body trembled uncontrollably, eyes wide and vacant.  Then, with a jolt, his gaze snapped up to meet yours.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis for him.  You, bathed in the afternoon sun, looked like an innocent angel—head tilted, a sweet smile gracing your lips.

But it was your eyes that sent shivers down his spine.

They glowed a chilling electric yellow, the crimson irises pulsing with a strange energy. The multiple red rings within them seemed to expand and contract, hypnotic and terrifying.

Tears welled up in Bakugo's eyes, brimming over and tracing hot tracks down his cheeks.  He didn't even realize he was crying again, his entire focus consumed by your gaze.

A commotion erupted nearby.  A woman with short blonde hair, a mirror image of Bakugo's spiky mane, rushed over, her face etched with concern.  "Katsuki! What's wrong?" she cried, scooping him up in her arms.

Bakugo, still trembling, could only whimper, his voice failing him.  All he could see were your eyes, those glowing orbs that promised something dark and terrifying.

His mother, oblivious to the true cause of his distress (after all, no one had witnessed your display of power), assumed he was simply shaken from the fall. Barely giving you a glance, she hurried away, her son clinging to her neck.

As they disappeared into the crowd, a hiss escaped your lips, the sound laced with a newfound arrogance. "Weak," you spat, the word heavy with contempt.

As you looked away from the retreating figures, the world once again seemed to shift. The vibrant colors muted, the sounds dulled. The people around you, once just faces in a crowd, now appeared... diminished.

Like scattered pieces on a chessboard, they seemed submissive, easily controlled.

The animals scampering through the park, the birds flitting through the trees—they all felt smaller, less significant. In your mind's eye, they were reduced to mere dogs, cowering beneath your invisible leash.

A shiver ran down your spine, a thrilling mix of fear and exhilaration.

You were no longer just Y/N. You were something more, something... powerful. And the world, once a place of confusion and confinement, now stretched before you as a vast, unexplored territory.

A territory you were fated to conquer.

***no cuz I told myself I wasn't gonna update 💀💀 but I just had to leave y'all on a cliffhanger 🤪 see y'all next update...also *le gasp* bby bakugo??

[ryctone]

Me before: You know, I don't really wanna make Pumpkin Scone canon to the Custard Guard universe bc it would make stuff complicated :/

Me now: *Creates extensive lore about her*

Sighs.

Anyway, here are the girlies; Pumpkin Scone Cookie and Angel Fruitcake Cookie! (+Dusk Wyvern) :

- Both Pumpkin Scone and Angel Fruitcake attend Casserole Academy, a school in the Crème Republic (bc I doubt the Paladin Academy is the ONLY school there, I would be very concerned if that were the case /LH), it does teach magic, not as complex as the Parfaedia Institute but it does the job.

- I would say they're around 17-18 years old.

- Pumpkin Scone is Pumpkin and Clotted Cream's daughter. She keeps to herself a lot and can't take a lot of social cues often, being homeschooled most of her life due to her parents fear of everyone discovering she can use dark magic... Many cookies found out anyway when she entered her current school so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. She wants to become an book author and the reason she's studying is to get a degree and not much for the magic aspect of the school. Pumpkin Scone is often casted out by the other students for wielding dark magic, despite her type of the magic not being malicious.

- Angel Fruitcake is a distant relative of Elder Sablé from her mother's side and started living at House Sablé after an incident that caused her parents death as a baby; is technically under the care of Sablé's niece (Lady Sweet Bun) but this one just leaves the maids to take care of her and simply views Angel as another way to take over as matriarch of the House. Is very optimistic and has good sense of leadership, popular amongst the other students for being related to an Elder of the Convocation but wants to be seen as her own cookie. Wants to be a musician and knows how to play many instruments, from the cello to the flute, even if Lady Sweet Bun doesn't approve of her dream.

- Both are best friends

(Friends-to-Lovers trope go brrrrr /hj).

- Pumpkin Scone owns a wyvern companion called Dusk, who is a really rare kind and slightly bigger than a normal wyvern; found him as an egg when she was younger and had been inseparable ever since. He's a bit mischievous with a playful nature, chomps on cookies' heads when he takes a liking to them but means no harm, it's just the way he shows friendship.

And that's all! I care em very much,,