I spent most of my weekend attempting to go through and transcribe more of Rachel‘s letters.
For those who haven’t been following along, Rachel was a teenage girl who was attending a prestigious boarding school in Boston (and later in Philadelphia) in the 1890s. I bought a bunch of letters written by her (and other family members/friends) at a flea market two summers ago. Most of the letters were written to her cousins Will and Jack, who were right around her age and were at Phillips Academy and later Harvard and Yale.
I’m going to try to get around to photographing the letters soon, but for now here are a just a few of the many, many highlights and interesting tidbits…
Rachel was almost expelled from Dana Hall in 1895 for… something. She never says exactly what she did. The only thing I’ve managed to discern is that it started with her and her roommate going to the headmistress to jokingly “confess their crimes” after another girl had been expelled for fighting, and ended with two full school faculty meetings and her losing her Hogsmeade Boston privileges until Easter.
Rachel has an aunt named Isabel S. Smith. As far as I can tell the S also stands for Smith.
Will sent Rachel a picture of himself and his roommate Allen. Rachel
hung the picture in her room. The other girls in her dormitory saw it
and now everyone is in love with Allen.
Allen refers to himself
as Will’s husband. He signs his letters to him “Hubby”. Rachel randomly
ran into Allen’s dad somewhere and wrote Will to let him know that his
“father-in-law” seems like a lovely man.
A lucky rabbit’s foot was THE must-have accessory of 1896.
Trying to make plans by letter and telegraph seems to have been surprisingly similar to trying to make plans by text
For the 1896 Election Rachel’s school had mock elections where each dorm room was an election district, and then they stayed up late waiting for the results which were announced by ringing the electric bell in the tower (6 times for Bryan, 12 for McKinley). None of these girls would be able to actually vote for president for another 24 years.
This is a story that my grandfather liked to tell. It’s kind of long, and I can’t say if it’s true, but it seems to fit the very old and cantankerous guy I knew, who never, ever let a grudge go. I mean, in the 1980s and 90s, he would sometimes go and yell at Democratic candidates for office, because Woodrow Wilson had made him fight in WW1.
The story actually starts with that, kind of. You see, Grampa immigrated to the US early enough that the first election he could vote in, he voted for Teddy Roosevelt. Wilson won, though, and then he ran for reelection under the slogan “He Kept Us Out of the War.” Which seemed like a good platform, so my grandfather voted for Wilson. Few months after that, he got us into the war, and a few months after that, my grandfather was in the trenches somewhere in France.
Summary: Mr. Holland gets to know the reader and her little sister
Warnings: Swearing as always, fluff, triggering if you don’t like people in the hospital
A/N: I’m building the story so please wait for the smut to happen.
“Why are you so dressed up today? You’re wearing your look at my ass skirt” Louis smirks before taking a sip of the coffee you made him. You swear his smirk reminded you of the cheshire cat.
“Well Louis I actually have a job now” flipping him off as you slip on your heels. His eyes grow wide as he walks around the kitchen counter.
“A job now? do tell” he sits himself wiggling in the seat getting comfy. Picking up your purse off the dining room table you look inside. Your eyes double checking you had everything you needed. You were up at six this morning to get ready so you can be there by seven.
“I’m a secretary at Holland Industries an-”
“The Holland Industries? the one that’s helping the hospital your sis is at?” He brushes his hair back that fell in front of his face.
“Yes Louis but before you interrupted I was going to say my boss is Mr. Holland himself.. I got to be his secretary!” you do a little dance out of excitement, you really needed this job.
“Is he even more attractive in person? I heard someones hand bled after slapping him cause they hit his jawline! Di-“
“Louis calm your whore-mones okay? I have to go to work.. I’ll see you later for lunch?”
“Text me what sushi you want babe, It’s time to celebrate” getting up he gives you a big hug. Waving good bye you take your keys out of the bowl by the door. Closing the door behind you and locking it. You make your way down the hallway towards the rest of your day.
Walking into the building you click the power button of your phone. It illuminates showing the time and smiling that you made it an hour early like you wanted to. You had your box of things for your office resting against your hip as you walked. Being early was a good chance for you to personalize your office as well. You didn’t want it to be just an office you wanted it to be a home from homs. In a way you’re like Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds with little trinkets you would decorate your desk with.
Poking the button the elevator door dings open. Walking inside the elevator you see another person walking in right after you. Her hair reminded you of how Arianna Grande wears her ponytails. She pushes her glasses up her nose giving you a small smile.
“What floor?” you ask her pointing at all the buttons. She holds up the number with her hands and then points to her ear shaking her head no.
‘I’m on the same floor’ you sign to her with one hand before pressing the button. Looking back at her she introduces herself and showing you her name sign. Thank god you were trilingual and Sign Language was one of the languages you knew.
‘I feel so alone here, it’s nice someone here knows my language’ she confesses as the two of you walked down the hall. Unlocking your door she walks in with you helping you set your stuff up. She offered to help you since you’re new and she wanted to chat.
‘Is he as mean as they say he is?’
‘you mean Mr. Holland?’ you raise your brows in a question earning a nod from her. Marie sets your organizer down next your iMac.
‘From what people have written to me they say he never keeps a secretary more than a week” she pushes her glasses back up. Glancing down at her watch that lit up she excuses herself saying she needs to go. Waving goodbye she leaves the room, her ponytail bouncing a bit.
Looking over at the clock you mentally think you should make his tea now. Setting your phone on your desk you walk to the break room. Your heels clicked against the marble flooring as you walked. The lighting wasn’t bright but tolerable because you hated bright lights. Seeing a sign you see in white lettering say “Break Room.”
Pushing the door open you see a couple of people in there. Smiling you head inside and walk over to a cabinet full of white mugs. There was a small kitchen in here which was nice. There were couches and a table for people to eat at. Thinking more about it there are people that probably stay here overnight to work. Pressing the button down on the electric kettle you patiently wait for it to heat the water. Pulling out two mugs you set them aside. Picking out of the options you pick your tea bag and grab one for Mr. Holland.
Tearing the package open you set each tea bag into the mugs. Once the water is heated you fill up both of the cups. Grasping the string you circle the bag inside the mug letting the tea disperse in the water. Repeated that to your mug you then locate the sugar and two spoons. Opening the fridge you sea some milk and pull it off the shelf.
When you’re done you pick up the mugs off the counter. A man waits for you holding the door open. Thanking him you make your way back to your office. Turning the handle down with your elbow you push the door open with your hip. Setting your mug down on your glass coaster. Knocking on your door that connected to his office you wait for a response.
“Come in” His voice sounds through the door making your heart beat a little faster. Grasping the handle you turn it and walk into his office. His head turns looking in your direction. Walking over you see his eyes scan down your body and back up.
“Here’s your tea Mr. Holland” you smile setting a coaster down on his desk. The mug making a small clinking sound as you set it down.
“Little cream and sugar, I hope you like it” the nerves inside you were building up. Maybe there would be a new record and he would fire me for not liking the tea I made. What Marie told you earlier made you scared as fuck.
He lifts the mug up sniffing it smiling a bit. Noted he doesn’t mind that you chose an Earl Grey tea. Bringing the mug to his lips he takes a sip of it. Raising your hands to your chest you hold your hands together. Silently praying he liked it. He looks over at you chuckling showing his adorable smile.
“You can relax love, I really like the tea.. thank you I really needed that this morning” His smile prominent as he looked up at you.
“Y-You’re welcome Mr. Holland… is there anything else I can do for you?” tilting your head slightly to the side bringing your clasped hands down in front of you. Rubbing his jaw he takes a cursory glance at your skirt then back up to you.
“I don’t have anything till nine.. will you bring your tea in here and join me? I don’t want your tea to get cold” He loosens his tie a bit relaxing in his chair. Halting before you do anything, is this a test.
“No this isn’t a test, go grab your tea I’d love the company this morning” Mr. Holland chuckles at your reaction. Shit you actually said that out loud? Walking to your office you grab your tea and cellphone then head back taking a seat across from him.
“So what did you want to talk about Mr. Holland?” you ask crossing your leg over your knee. Your skirt rising a bit naturally.
“I.. wanted to talk about you communicating with one of my Deaf employees” his eyes glued to your legs made the blood rush to your cheeks.
“She’s a lovely woman Mr. Holland, I had a lovely chat with her while setting up my office” smiling at one of the stories she told you. Marie is quite a funny girl.
“How do you know the language, I read in you’re trilingual?” sipping his coffee he looks at you waiting for an answer.
“I learned Spanish when I studied abroad but I know Sign Language cause I’m a CODA” you explain taking another sip of your tea before setting it down.
“If you don’t mind me asking what’s a CODA?”
“Oh a CODA is a child or children of Deaf adults, my parents and sister are Deaf, my older brother and I are hearing” shifting nervously in your seat from the stare he had on your body.
“No wonder you looked like a natural, I’m glad you’re here then so she can feel more comfortable.. the last Deaf employee I had got transferred to the states since they moved there.. I had them work for Jacobs building in the states while Harrison and I take care of things across the pond” you notice how his smile lights up when he talked about The Holy Trinity Foundation.
“I talked to my sister the other day, she told me to say thank you for hiring me but also thank you for the help because now the hospital is getting better too..” Looking down at your hands you smile remembering how happy she was. You sat with her while she got chemo treatment to hold her hand through it. She hated being alone when she got treatment. Both of our parents were working extra so we could pay for her treatment.
“Love are you alright? your smiles gone..” Mr. Holland’s finger tilts your chin up making you look at him. He was standing in front of you leaning against his desk. God you’re an emotional wreck sometimes and can’ t control it.
“I’m sorry, I think it’s just best I don’t talk about her” you stand up walking past him to your office. Your body is stopped by a hand grabbing onto your wrist. Mr. Holland pulls you back to him making your body almost collide into his.
“Please tell me about her, is there something I can do?”
“I don’t need your pity Mr. Holl-“
“Tom.. please call me Tom” looking up at him you let out a defeated sigh. The look in his eyes reminded of you of a puppy.. you love puppies.
“Okay.. Tom, my sister is going through expensive treatment and it’s hard seeing her go through it.. her smile is disappearing slowly the longer she stays in there.. funny thing is she loves all of your Spider-Man movies you made in the past” His hand feeling warm and soothing around your wrist. Tom’s thumb rubbed slowly up and down your wrist.
“I have an idea of something to bring a smile to her face.. let me make a call” letting go of your wrist he pulls out his phone. A minute goes by of him talking to someone on the phone. Tom hangs up his phone putting it back in his pocket.
Grabbing your hand he pulls you out of his office. You ask him what’s going on but he tells you to trust him. Complying you follow him then realize he’s holding your hand. Looking around you see some people whispering as he pulls you towards the elevator. Looking back down at your hands, yes this definitely doesn’t look right.
Taking your hand out of his grasp once inside the elevator you keep your eyes locked to the floor. You held the Tom Hollands hand. The thought made your cheeks flush and heart flutter. Tom tilts your chin up gliding his thumb against your jaw. It felt like sparks flew underneath his touch.
“Alright lets go” he lets go of your chin walking out of the elevator.
“What’s her room number?” Tom asks as the two of you walk down the hallway. Your heels clicking in the quiet hallway of the hospital.
“396” you say pointing towards the child wing of the hospital. The hallway went from boring to fun as it connected to that part of the hospital.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes okay? Harrison is bringing me something” Tom smiles at you before you walk through the doors. Looking down you see the colored tiles and Alice in Wonderland themed decorations hanging. Every three months they change the theme in here.
One of the nurses who knows you tells you she just got settled into her room. Apparently your sister was in the playroom for most of the day due to the new toys they put in there. Sliding the door open you see your sister laying in her bed. She had a one of your knit beanies on her head. A tube sticking into her nose that connected to a bag. Your heart hurting at the sight.
Flickering the light on and off you get her attention once you peep your head past the curtain. Her eyes looking up meeting yours, a smile immediately appearing on her face. She winces when she tries to get up. Signing to her you tell her to stay and not move. Pouting she sits back down and crosses her arms.
‘Jaelynn don’t cross your arms’ she huffs out signing fine exaggeratedly. Her little hands flying as she signed quickly to you. She told you how she wants you here instead of her interpreter. The woman dressed in black shifts awkwardly in her seat.
“I’m sorry, uhh I’ll be here for about an hour? why don’t you take a break and go grab something to eat, I’m sure you need a small break before Neil comes in”
“Thank you, I’ll be back within the hour, see you later Jaelynn” Claudia signs and talks at the same time waving to Jaelynn. She waves quickly then putting her hands in her lap.
‘I know this treatment makes you cranky but you need to be nice to Claudia, she comes here to help you’ your facial expressions stern as you sign to her. Emphasizing on being nice to Claudia and pointing to her name sign she made for Claudia.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t want to be here” her little brows furrow together as she pouts. Reaching over you pinch her nose making her giggle. Her face not being scrunched up in a pout.
“Jaelynn we have a surprise for you..” Turning to the side you see Harrison holding a camera. Jaelynn asks what’s going on and you sign you don’t know. Fingerspelling Harrison’s name you tell her that’s who’s behind the camera. Harrison walks by then aiming the camera at the curtain.
All of a sudden Spider-Man does a flip landing landing in the empty spot next to Harrison. A smile on Harrison’s face as he captured Jaelynn’s reaction. Her little mouth formed an O as she saw Spider-Man stand up. Her little hands signing as you watched.
“Wow! it’s Spider-Man!! he’s here look look” you voice for her smiling over at the masked hero. He reaches up pulling his mask off. Tom shakes his head making his curls fall back in place. Your eyes going down his suited body that clung to his muscles.
“I’m Spider-Man but you may know me as Peter Parker right?” His Queens accent sounding so natural, your hands moving along as he talked. Her eyes watching you then she signs back to you with a smile.
“Of course who doesn’t know about Spider-Man!” you voice excitedly loving the smile that was on her face. Her little hands acting like she was shooting webs.
“How bout we make a Spider-Man pact yeah?” you sign raising your eyebrows at her so she knows it’s a question. She tilts her head before signing quickly to you.
“Spider-Man pact? I’m a sick kid” your smile dropping after what you just interpreted. Tom sits on the side of her bed. Her hands reaching for his web shooters. She points to his web shooters and starts signing to you.
“You’re Spider-Man, you have web shooters that catch the bad people” Tom laughs at her excitement of his suit from the movies. Jae holds his hand looking at it closely tracing her fingers over the black detailing.
“Of course you are! your powers are fighting against the medicine you have..I talked to Mr. Stark and he wants to pay for your treatment so that you can get the best care” you were shocked at how natural he sounded with his Queens accent. She looks at you watching your hands as you interpreted what he was telling her. Noticing her eyes shining and a smile on her face. It was beaming which brought tears to your eyes.
“So you know the hand shape I make is actually the same shape as I Love You in ASL right?” Her eyes look at her hand and mouth opens in shock. Nodding her head at Tom she raises her hand saying I love you.
“What does that mean?” you ask for her as she looks at Tom who sets his mask down on the bed. Her face held confusion as she looks at you waiting for you to interpret.
“It means that we can make our superhero bond.. I’ll show you”
He takes her little hand forming it into the I Love You sign making sure her palm is facing down and he places that onto of his hand in that shape. He points with his left hand showing how the signs point to each other. She signs with her free hand letting out a little laugh.
“Spider-Man what do you mean by that!” you say looking over at Tom who was smiling down at Jaelynn.
“It means that there is love everywhere and love beats anything.. That’s why Spider-Man is so much cooler than any other Superhero cause on top of fighting the bad guys I get to spread love to the world. I get to spread the love now through the pact to help stop those bad guys inside you so you don’t have to do this alone…” tears formed in her eyes as she took in everything you signed. She looked down at their hands connected smiling. Getting up slowly she wraps her arms around Tom’s neck.
“Thank you Tom” you whisper wiping the tears from your eyes as they fell down your cheeks. Jaelynn lets go of Tom handing him back his mask. Her hands move in little quick movements.
“When will you be back Spider-Man?”
“I have to see when Mr. Stark needs me for another mission but I’ll definitely stop by to check on my Spider-Man pact friend” He reaches up fixing her beanie that was about to fall off. Claudia enters the room setting her purse down on the counter as she walks in. Her eyes looking at the whole scene in front of her.
‘He came to see Jae don’t worry, we’ll be leaving now’
‘I’ll come by tomorrow okay? Mom and Dad are busy for the next week’ you sign to Jae before giving her forehead a kiss. She waves to the both of you as we leave the room. Tom goes to the bathroom with a bag and comes out minutes later dressed in his work suit.
“C’mon lets get back to the office and start rescheduling appointments, and Harrison please edit that and upload it to the foundations website” the three of you make your way out of the hospital together. Harrison gives you and Tom a hug goodbye as he takes off to his car.
The drive back to the office was full of conversation. Mainly you thanking Tom for even thinking of using his suit to surprise you sister. You haven’t seen her smile like that for over six months. Her smile today was all thanks to him. He told you he would start a campaign to help raise funds for Jaelynn. Maybe Marie was wrong, he doesn’t seem cold from how she described him…
“Love, can you make me some tea again with cream and sugar?You made it perfectly the last time..” He hands you his empty mug picking up a file with his other hand. Your fingers brush against his making him look at your hand then back up to you. Tom’s gaze captivating yours almost pulling you towards him just by the look in his eyes.
“Yes Mr. Holland,cream and sugar.. just how you like it” you whisper before turning around and walking out of his office. You could feel his stare burning into your back as you sauntered out down the hall.
“Okay,” he replied, the word so soft it barely registered.
The air between them was electric. He didn’t want to leave, not just yet, like always. The feeling was getting harder and harder to ignore. He knew why they’d pushed this off - their promise to talk after the island hadn’t included his entire life being turned upside down by the sudden inclusion of his son in his life - but things were settling… slowly, but surely.
And it was getting harder to say goodbye to her each time he saw her, harder to say goodnight, to walk away from her.
He wanted her and he was done hiding it. He’d buried it for so long - too long - but now the door was open again and he wasn’t losing this, losing her, not for anything.
And yet… he was almost okay with waiting, just a little bit longer. There was something about the way that electricity between them crackled. It danced over his skin, searing his nerves with an awareness of her every single move that made his heart race. They were taking their time, exploring their relationship in a new way, and it was both frustrating and…
He wanted her, absolutely, but the waiting made it somehow more intense.
With another smile, Oliver stepped closer. He was going to move around her to go home, keep that space there, maintain the buffer…
But instinct flared and he moved towards her instead.
His hand reached for hers, his fingers sliding over her palm. Felicity immediately reacted, curling hers around his, turning into his touch with an ease that made it hard to breathe. God, how could one tiny touch set him on fire like that? He inhaled sharply and his senses flooded with her scent. His eyes fluttered shut, the urge to take that final step and turn towards her flooding him. He wanted to hug her, to hold her close, to bury his face against her neck and just breathe her…
He didn’t, though, because they weren’t there.
But they would be. He knew it with a certainty he could taste.
And she knew it, too, judging by the way her breath stuttered as she leaned into him.
Oliver clasped her hand in his and kissed her cheek.
It was soft, gentle, quiet, meant to say everything he couldn’t just yet, but it was so much more than that: it was a promise in and of itself. For them. For their future.
They moved at the same time.
Her front barely grazed his arm, but it was enough to burn him, almost as much as his lips where they were pressed to her skin. She warmed under his touch, her head turning into his. Her glasses brushed his temple as loose strands of her hair grazed his nose. His stubble slipped over her and Felicity gasped, her hand sliding further into his. The tiny puff of air coupled with her nails suddenly scraping his wrist had a shiver dancing down his spine.
It was over as fast as it began… but it also somehow stretched on for a perfect eternity until they both reluctantly pulled away.
“Goodnight,” he whispered. The word ghosted over her ear and she licked her lips.
“’Night,” she breathed.
They let each other go and went to their separate lofts, both knowing that someday they would be going to one, together…
Request- Hey, I just found your blog and I must say…I’m in love with your writing! 💕😍 I wanted to ask if you could do an imagine where the reader also is a werewolf but more powerful than the others. She doesn’t find out about it until she get’s her heart broken by Liam because of Hayden. She joins Theo and wrecks havoc. In the end she realizes what she did and runs away. Maybe she goes to London to live with her brother Jackson? Thank you! 💕
Author’s note- Aw Thank you so much, I’m glad you like it here. I changed the ending slightly because I got carried away. But your request is my command, enjoy x
You stood, half-listening to the pack meeting. You stared down at the ground, wanting to look everywhere but up. It hurt- a little. You and Liam were, until recently, dating and it was intense- well for you anyway. You ignored Lydia when she warned you about dating a friend, she warned you of how bad things could get, but you didn’t want to hear it. So here you now are, trying to avoid eye-contact with anything but the carpet. Everything was so much brighter when you had someone to love you. First your brother left you, after turning into a werewolf. Now Liam, after falling in love with someone else. They had history together, and sometimes that’s something you can never replace. It was inevitable that the more time they spent together, the quicker they fell for one another. You were the spare part, the fill in, before someone better came along. And that made you feel like shit. “As long as we stick together, none of us will get hurt” Scott finished. Ironically you looked up, seeing Liam with his arm around Hayden. She was smiling at him sweetly, causing an eye-roll on your behalf. “We’ll meet tomorrow then?” Stiles finished, after noticing your clear discomfort. You all grumbled in agreement, before disbursing. You walked away with Lydia, picking a corner of the room to stand in. “It’s not fair on you, you shouldn’t have to watch that, them.” Lydia said, sounding as frustrated as you felt. “Lyds, I’m fine. I don’t care” your voice cracked during that last part. “I may not have wolf chemo senses, but I know you’re anything but fine” she said, sympathetically. Your hearing then unintentionally focused on Liam. He was with Hayden and Mason.They were all laughing, that type of laugh that makes your stomach hurt because you cant stop. A small, animalistic sob escaped your lips. The type your dog makes, when you leave the room for more than a minute. “Did you just-?” Lydia began asking, drawing her attention back to you. “What? No. I don’t think-” you interrupted quickly, surprised yourself. Lydia looked at you quizzically, to which you simply shrugged, biting your lip.
You were on your way home, when you chest began to feel heavy. No one, not even you realised how much you were truly hurting. You grew used to crying in the shower, so no one could hear you. You grew used to waiting for everyone to fall asleep, before you could break. You knew exactly what it felt like, to want all the hurt and pain to just stop altogether. Everything seemed to hit you all a once, your emotional pain turned physical. Your legs felt weak and you breath became unsteady. You slowly brought yourself to sit on the side of the road. Every thought of Liam and Hayden, every bit of sadness, every bit of pain played on your mind in that moment. It hurt to know that things would never be the same again. You wiped your tears with your sleeve. Things were only getting worse and you were so broken. “Stop crying” you kept repeating to yourself, covering your mouth with your hands. The longer you hold on, the more numb you become and that is exactly how you were beginning to feel. The loneliest part in someone’s life, is when they watch their whole world fall apart- and all they can do is stare blankly. You had been sad for so long, that your tears simply dried up and all you felt was the emptiness inside of you. You felt numb. It was like someone turned a switch inside of you. The girl that once cared way too much about everyone and anything, no longer cared at all.
“Y/n!” a voice called, approaching you. They placed their hand on your shoulder, feeling how ice cold you were. They squatted beside you, shaking their hand in front of your face, noticing just how unresponsive you were. You had been sitting in the street for god knows how long, accepting the new you. You eventually looked up at them. “You’re freezing, take this” they offered, handing you their jacket. “You don’t have to pretend to be concerned Theo, everyone knows you’re a power hungry sociopath” you retort. He tilted his head, shocked, confused and amused by your response. “Where did that come from?” he asked, smirking. “The new me” you responded, standing up. “The new and improved you” he corrected, intrigued by the sudden transition. “Whatever” you rolled your eyes and began to walk away. “Y/n, wait” he said, grabbing your shoulder. You turned around, your eyes glowing a light purple rather than the usual beta gold. Theo was surprised to say the least, he had heard the dread doctors talk about that once before. There’s a rare type of werewolf, a more powerful type. They get their power from cutting off their humanity, something you had began doing. He however concealed his reaction, not wanting you to realise and run to your friends for help. “Listen, Hayden abandoned my pack and took Liam from you. I’d say joining my pack would get revenge on both of them” he claimed. “I know you’re just trying to manipulate me-” you paused, considering the pros and cons. “But I really have nothing to lose” you answered. Theo smirked once more, excited by the newest and most powerful addition to his pack.
Morning came. You had been up all night, listening to the schemes Theo had set in place. “You might want to sleep for a bit, busy night” Tracy grinned sinisterly. “I don’t need sleep, what I need is for you to fuck off” you retaliated. There was no need for that, even though you had been fighting her for last few weeks with the pack. “We’re on the same team now, what’s your problem?” she asked, taking a step closer to you. “Oh please, you’re not even a real supernatural creature. What are you even supposed to be?” you scoffed, looking her up and down. “Ladies” Theo interrupted, standing in-between the pair of you. “Rather she’s out or I am” Tracy held her hands up. You smiled at her, radiating the sense of cocky bitchiness that Theo loved. “No one is dropping out, both of you just need to calm down” he tried to diffuse. As much as he wanted to see you beat the shit out of her, with your new found strength, he wanted you to wait and channel it all that night. She huffed, storming off in the other direction. Theo began talking to you, something about Tracy probably. You however focused your attention behind him. “Y/n!” he said, slightly louder. You drew your attention back to him. “Look, I’ve got to go but I’ll see you tonight” you brushed past him and exited the dread doctor’s lab.
You had lost a lot of humanity, but not enough to turn on all of your friends. Lydia had always been there to guide you, Scott had always been there to protect you, Malia had always been there to cheer you up, Stiles had always been there to talk to and Liam- well fuck Liam. You were on the way back to the lab come nightfall, to tell him you couldn’t go through with it. That was until you walked past a coffee shop on the way there. Your coffee shop. It was a place you and Jackson had gone to ever since you were little, it was your safe place. You had introduced Liam to it, when it became your shared safe place. And there he sat, holding hands across the table with Hayden. He knew how much it meant to you, it was stupid but it was yours. Liam must have smelt your familiar scent, as he turned around to look at the window. You of course, were already half way down the street by then. “I’m ready” you stated, joining Theo and his pack. Your eyes were glowing a slightly darker purple.
The five of you took your positions in the school. “It’s coming” you heard Cory say, from the other side of the building. You retracted your claws and fangs, this time noticing you had two more. Before you could put another thought on that, you felt the vibrations of the beast entering the school. You soon heard the growls and sound of broken school equipment as Tracy attacked it from downstairs, to the sound of Donavan’s radiating electricity. “Wait” you heard Theo whisper from the other end of the hall. The vibrations got louder and bigger, as the beast got closer towards you. You let out an animalistic grow, but before you could do anything someone interrupted. “Y/n” the voice of reason spoke. You turned to see Stiles, opening the doors to the school. “Ignore him” Theo whispered. You let out another growl, as the beast grew closer. “Y/n this isn’t you and this isn’t the way either” Stiles spoke again. You turned to look at him again, feeling the cracks starting to form in your icy persona. “I bet Theo hasn’t told you what you are. A lunar wolf, one that gets their power from hurt an pain” he continued. You simply glanced back at Theo. “It’s not true” he simply retaliated, his heart showing no indication of a lie. “You feel it too. Deaton noticed it months ago, we didn’t tell you because we knew you were already hurting” Stiles justified. “Now!” Theo instructed, as the beast ran towards the three of you. You and Theo charged towards it, taking and giving hits. During the fight you felt the strength build behind every punch, as your eyes grew darker. Until you punched the beast, causing it to growl loudly in pain for the first time. It violently threw you and Theo against the lockers. You slid down them and turned to look to your right. “Stiles!” was all you managed to shout, as the beast charged towards him, but you could see there wasn’t enough time. You stood up and ran, at an inhumane speed and managed to push him to the ground, before the beast ran straight through the wall of the school. You both stopped and breathed for a second. “Thanks” was all he managed to say between gasps. You brushed the broken rubble off the pair of you, and you both dragged yourselves up. “You’re bleeding” he said gently, noticing the large wound on your arm. “I’ll heal” you simply returned, your eyes fading back to their usual colour. He furrowed his brows and ribbed off part of your shirt, before tying it around your arm. “Until it does” he added awkwardly, after noticing your confused facial expression. You smiled and shook your head at him, which caused him to involuntary smile back at you warmly. “Where’s Theo?” Scott suddenly came rushing towards the pair of you. He then stopped for a second, listening to your heart beats and then he looked awkward as if he had walked in on something he shouldn’t have. “Erm he’s over there-” you tried to keep the focus on that. You then all turned to see he was no longer there. “Where did he go?” Stiles asked puzzled. “I think I know” you claimed, pushing past the pair of them, your eyes starting to turn back to a deep purple.
When you got to him, you saw Tracy fall to the ground. You looked to see Donovan also lying lifelessly. Theo must have heard you, as he turned around smirking. You looked to see him wearing glowing claws, the same used against Scott to steal his power. “Is power that worth it to you?” you asked in disgust. “Anyone can be corrupted by power Y/n” he stated amused, walking closer towards you. “When I saw them in the lab I knew you were up to something- and I guess that something was me” you remarked, before growing out your fangs and claws. He attempted to stab you with them, but missed every time. He had drained two people of their lives and power, and yet he was still no where near as strong as you. “You killed your own sister for this, you best make it count” you encouraged. He growled, kicking you and causing you to fall to the ground. He then hovered above you cockily, showing off his new claws. “Your ego was always going to be your downfall” you smiled, kicking him to the ground and getting on top of him. You then ripped the claws he had put on himself and placed them on your own. “Karma really is a bitch” you fake pouted, stabbing them into his stomach.
“Y/n stop” an all too familiar voice spoke from behind you. You glanced at him, your eyes flickering between a dark and light purple. “This isn’t you” he spoke again. “You did this to me!” you stated, digging the claws further into Theo, causing him to groan in pain. “It’s no ones fault- just know that we’re trying to help you” he held his hands up, as he got closer towards you. “You know Liam- I felt so much, that I started to feel nothing” your eyes were still flickering, but remaining longer on dark purple. “And I’m sorry- for hurting you, for everything” he said, edging even closer. “You let me think you loved me, and then left me. What kind of fucked up shit is that?” you continue to pin Theo down. “I know- what I did was wrong. But this isn’t you Y/n. You’re good, like Scott” he claimed. “We fight the same battles, we’re just as bad as he is” you retort. “No we’re not” another voice spoke. Your eyes widened, and your grip automatically weakened. You turned, your eyes a pale purple. “Jackson” you practically whispered. “What are you doing sis?” he simply asked. He used the same tone of voice he did when you were younger, when you would mess up and he would help you through it without your parents ever finding out. You stared at him for a moment, before slowly looking back and realising what you were doing. “I know every physical sense in your body is telling you to kill him, but listen to your heart. The one thing that’s still 100% human” he spoke softly. “I’m sorry” you spoke with a cry, pulling the claws out of Theo’s stomach. He let out another groan and a slight sigh of relief. You stood up and turned around slowly, staring at the blood stained claws. You looked up, just as your brother pulled you into a warm embrace. He then pulled them off you and threw them to the ground. “Come on” he put his arm around you and you walked out of the building, to see your friends. Stiles stood talking to Scott, Malia and Hayden were attempting to duck tape more parts of the jeep and Lydia came towards you in less than a second. You were surprised when she pulled you into a long and desperate hug, which you immediately returned. You then all stood together. “I am so sorry-” you began. “Y/n It’s okay” Scott interrupted, with a sincere smile. You mouthed the words thank you to him, causing him to let out a small laugh. “We’re glad to have you back” Malia beamed. “And we’ll be with you every step of your supernatural way” Lydia added. Liam then slowly joined you all, being met by Hayden practically jumping on him. Stiles put his arm around you and smiled, which you returned. It no longer hurt you like it did. Liam glanced at the pair of you, furrowing his brows in confusion, causing Hayden to get off him. “Can we make a pact?” Mason joined you all out of the blue. “That we will never again split up from each other?” he finished. You all smiled and let out low laughs, before raising your hands to promise. But I guess some promises are not meant to be kept.
Part 2 anyone? Sorry I got hella carried away, it probably sucks because I rambled. Requests are back open so hit me up bitches X
A/N: I had to get this out somehow, and I don’t think it’s my best work; but sometimes you just gotta go with it. I usually don’t let my mood influence my writing this much, but it’s incredibly frustrating when you feel like you’re not trusted to live your own life the way you want to. I’m sure some of you know the feeling. Sometimes, you just wanna get away.
“You can’t go on a mission like that my sweet thing. Clean yourself up, you have a target to seduce not scare them off”
“Your posture is off, you’re not gonna be able to take some one out like that. Stand up straight”
“Check in, we need to know where you are at all times”
All your life it’d been like that. People right and left telling you what to do, and when to do it. Meddling with every single part of you, your job, your personal space; it’s all scrutinised and ‘corrected’ to what others think is best. Now, you weren’t in the best of situations a few years ago, your father made sure you knew damn well you were only bred to do his bidding. That didn’t mean you didn’t have a personality of your own though. And it certainly didn’t mean that you hadn’t developed a hatred towards the man because of the way you were treated.
Summary: Bucky finds you during a power outage in the Tower.
Warnings: smut, angst (almost nonexistent)
A/N: I wanted to do something more poetic like so I wrote this and my clock is currently reading 4:34 am and for all I know this may just come off as pure gibberish. I hope it’s at least a little bit entertaining to read…
Short Stories from Hogwarts of Heroism, Hardship and Dangerous Hobbies
An Animagus is a witch or wizard who can transform at will into an animal. While in their animal form, they retain most of their ability to think as a human, their own sense of identity and their memories. They will also retain normal human life expectancy, even if they take their animal form for long periods of time. However, feelings and emotions are simplified and they will have many animal desires, feeding off whatever their animal body craves, rather than demanding human food.
It is immensely difficult to change oneself into an Animagus and the process, which is complex and time-consuming, can go dramatically wrong. As a result, it is believed that fewer than one in a thousand witches or wizards are Animagi.
An Animagus has a great potential advantage in the spheres of espionage and crime. For this reason, an Animagus Registry exists on which all Animagi are expected to log their personal details and the precise appearance of their transformed self. It is usually the case that distinctive markings or disabilities belonging to the human body will transfer to the animal self. Failure to enter oneself onto the Registry may result in a stretch in Azkaban.
When the process of becoming an Animagus goes wrong, it often goes seriously wrong. Impatience with the long and complicated process is generally at the root of such disasters, which usually take the form of horrible half-human, half-animal mutations. There is no known cure for such mistakes and those who make them are often forced to live out their days in their pitiable condition, being unable to become fully animal or fully human.
Talent in both Transfiguration and Potions is necessary to become an Animagus. No responsibility can be taken for any physical or mental problems resulting from following these instructions.
For the space of one entire month (from full moon to full moon), a single leaf from a Mandrake must be carried constantly in the mouth. The leaf must not be swallowed or taken out of the mouth at any point. If the leaf is removed from the mouth, the process must be started again.
Remove the leaf at the full moon and place it, steeped in your saliva, in a small crystal phial that receives the pure rays of the moon (if the night is cloudy, you will have to find a new Mandrake leaf and begin the whole process again). To the moon-struck crystal phial, add one of your own hairs, a silver teaspoon of dew collected from a place that neither sunlight nor human feet have touched for a full seven days, and the chrysalis of a Death’s-head Hawk Moth. Put this mixture in a quiet, dark place and do not look at it or otherwise disturb it until the next electrical storm.
While waiting for the storm, the following procedure should be followed at sunrise and sundown. The tip of the wand should be placed over the heart and the following incantation spoken: ‘Amato Animo Animato Animagus.’
The wait for a storm may take weeks, months or even years. During this time, the crystal phial should remain completely undisturbed and untouched by sunlight. Contamination by sunlight gives rise to the worst mutations. Resist the temptation to look at your potion until lightning occurs. If you continue to repeat your incantation at sunrise and sunset there will come a time when, with the touch of the wand-tip to the chest, a second heartbeat may be sensed, sometimes more powerful than the first, sometimes less so. Nothing should be changed. The incantation should be uttered without fail at the correct times, never omitting a single occasion.
Immediately upon the appearance of lightning in the sky, proceed directly to the place where your crystal phial is hidden. If you have followed all the preceding steps correctly, you will discover a mouthful of blood-red potion inside it.
It is essential to move, at once, to a large, secure place where your transformation cannot cause alarm or place you in physical danger. Place your wand-tip against your heart, speak the incantation ‘Amato Animo Animato Animagus,’ and then drink the potion.
If all has gone correctly, you will feel a fiery pain and an intense double heartbeat. Into your mind will come the shape of the creature into which you are shortly to transform. You must show no fear. It is too late, now, to escape the change you have willed.
The first transformation is usually uncomfortable and frightening. Clothing and items such as glasses or jewellery meld to the skin and become one with fur, scales or spikes. Do not resist and do not panic or the animal mind may gain the ascendancy and you could do something foolish, such as try to escape through a window or charge a wall.
When your transformation is complete you should find yourself physically comfortable. You are strongly advised to pick up your wand at once, and hide it in a place of safekeeping, where you will be able to find it when you regain a human form.
To return to a human form, visualise your human self as clearly as you can. This should be sufficient, but do not panic if the transformation does not occur immediately. With practice, you will be able to slip in and out of your animal form at will, simply by visualising the creature. Advanced Animagi can transform without wands.
Generally wizards prefer to have their clothes Transfigure with them, to escape the embarrassment of reappearing naked. However, it is possible to leave clothes behind if one wishes to give the impression of having gone for a bath or something similar. The longer a witch or wizard has been an Animagus, the better they will become at choosing the precise form of their transformations.
The animal into which one turns, if an Animagus, seems always to be that which becomes the Patronus. There is no known instance of the Animagus form changing to match the Patronus if the latter changes, but the Animagus who can also produce a Patronus is highly unusual and no study has ever been done on sufficient numbers to draw firm conclusions.
Hey y'all… it’s time for my weekly reading list. Hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did. You can catch up on my previous reading lists here. Please notice, that there might be some nsfw gifs under the cut.
Time to share with you one of my all-time favourite paintings! Now the 19th century was, in terms of artistic endever, a truly beautiful time. You cannot deny the artists of this period could certainly appeal to the viewers eyes. Of all the artworks of the 1800′s, I don’t think any really come close to this one. ‘Vengence is Sworn’ (1851) by Italian artist Francesco Hayez (1791-1882), depicts a tragic tale.
The artwork was originally part of a series, it’s sister portraits named: ‘A Secret Accusation’, and ‘A Rival’s Revenge (The Venetian Women).’ The former shown below.
And what, pray tell, is the story being told in ‘Vengence is Sworn’? A devestated Venetian woman just told by her servant that her husband has been unfaithful. It shows a hurt woman. I love the poses here, the servant so close to whisper her the truth, written on that letter. The married woman pushing her away so you can almost feel her trying to reject the truth. When seeing their poses,
Wallace Stegner’s ‘Angle of Repose’ comes to mind:
“Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others… an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands… hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that takes, not gives, that wants, not offers, that awakes, not pacifies. When one flesh is waiting, there is electricity in the merest contact.”
I feel it is same for the opposite, to deny that comfort. I feel that is what is shown here and certainly relevant to the time it represents.
The background is so simple, letting the attention to be drawn where it should be. It makes the characters that more dramatic.
Another element I just love is the woman’s eyes. They way they are turned make it seems she has none at all. I believe they represent her blindness to how her husband has been loving another. They appear ghost-like, which I think reveals her own feelings also.
You can pick at this painting all you like, and no matter how much I’ll pretend to know about this painting, there is one reason above all others for me to love it. That is, it’s just simply a fucking beautiful work of art.
For some reason I’ve always been under the impression that these three are Best Buds and so Ive been thinkin bout the three of em hanging out so heres some headcanons
They’re all so so fucking loud together
Kaminari and Kirishima are always loud ofc and Sero’s on the quieter side but all together it’s a constant party
There’s always laughter, friendly arguments, and yelling when they’re together
The rare times that all three are quiet, huddled around each other, that’s when people should be concerned
Kaminari is on a first name base with both of them
He calls sero ‘hanta’ after a week of knowing him, kirishima was ‘eijirou’ in two days
‘Hancchan’ and ‘eicchan’ are for when he’s sucking up
“Hey so like, if you can expel electricity, can you take it in without it killing you, too?” “Holy fuck Hanta. Lets go find out.”
Sero has a tendency to wonder things aloud, giving Kaminari stupid ideas that he also acts on impulsively.
Kirishima’s like their impulse control and the only reason many of their pranks or ‘experiments’ with kaminari’s powers hasn’t gotten them kicked out yet
But…. sometimes kirishima gives in
“I’m not saying that we should sneak out of UA at midnight, because we shouldnt, but google maps is tellin me that there’s an arcade a few blocks down and if we’re going anywhere its there.”
Even though there’s a groupchat with the whole 1-a class, which is practically canon lbr, the three of them have their own group chat where they either shit talk each other or share memes til 4am
It was titled ‘the gay and wondrous life of kirishima eijirou’ at first but it changes like every two hours
When the chat name was ‘blasty mcsplode’s groupies’ theyd instantly start giggling and texting each other whenever he walked in the room
That lasted a few days until bakugou nearly blew up a desk
“Hey, kirishima, do you think your hardening quirk would block out kaminari’s electricity?” “Sero, no– wait, wait Kaminari stop no–”
Sero’s the one that comes up with all their hang outs, like the time they borrowed Deku’s and ‘borrowed’ bakugou’s blankets to build a fort in kirishima’s room, or when they stayed up til midnight playing karaoke with jirou in her room (and got in major shit for it)
But usually he’s the one that kinda hangs back and chills out while everyone else has fun, which he’s totally fine with
He much prefers just sitting around, saying next to nothing as they’re all lying around, leaning on each other and watching a movie
“Sorry kaminari I have my own homework to work on so I cant really help you right now. We can study together?” “Kirishima this is biphobia”
Kirishima’s trans and gay, Kaminari’s bi, and Sero is in a perpetual state of identity confusion
If you ask him his orientation or his gender he just kinda shrugs and makes an ‘ i dunno’ sound
Kaminari is hugely into using usually romantic nicknames for his platonic friends
‘Babe’ is thrown around the most. Also ‘hot stuff’
It’s probably because he values them as friends first but if either sero or kirishima asked him out he’d be down
Kirishima once accidentally got hurt and had to be taken to Recovery Girl when sparring with tetsutetsu
Sero was unbelievably pissed
He had a ‘talk’ with tetsutetsu and now he always makes sure they have a firstaid kit on hand