#itsbitmxdinhere

Ala had been attending some private tutoring at the local school for the past few weeks, she was very thankful that they were not only willing to help her but to do it for free, she didn't exactly have the money for classes after all. But what she hadn't expected was for two of the teachers from the school to show up at the club she worked in. She hadn't interacted with them more than a brief hello, so she hoped they wouldn't recognise her, though considering she was rather identifiable with her bubble-gum pink hair and mismatched eyes she wasn't too hopeful, maybe the tattoos would throw them off.

Much to her own chagrin, the pair had sat themselves down just in front of her pole. She went out of her way to avoid looking at their faces, wanting to pretend they didn't notice her. When she was finished, she made her way off the platform in a hurry, the manager had been paying attention to how her behaviour had changed from the usual upon the two new faces walking in. He gestured for her to go over to him before instructing her to offer a dance to 'the blonde one' as he'd noticed Steve looking at her. She knew she couldn't protest without risking the job, so reluctantly she made her way over to them.

꒰ @itsbitmxdinhere ꒱ liked for a starter .ᐟ ⤷ jonathan @ steve

" I never thanked you, y'know. " Somehow, after all the hell they'd gone through just months ago -- Vecna, the world nearly ending, all that jazz. . . somehow in the midst of it all Jonathan was still baffled at how insignificant his little rivalry with Steve had really been, at the end of the day. Looked back on it now as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the whole world. Probably because it was, really. Petty bullshit that didn't mean a damned thing at the end of the day. Was it annoying, to realize how admittedly cool Steve Harrington actually was? Yeah, a little. But Jonathan thought he could get over that little bit easily.

They were sat on the roof of that fucking radio station. Just them, though. The girls had left a bit ago, duty calls, all that. Should it feel weirder than it did, hanging out with the other man all on their own? Maybe. Then again, like stated before -- they almost died together, so maybe this was nothing. He took a sip of the beer he had, glanced over and realized his words probably meant absolutely nothing to Steve without some damned context. Right. " The uh -- the camera. Shit, that was ages ago, it's probably weird to bring it up, right? But I was just. . . thinking about the past, I guess. I never thanked you for replacing it. I still use it, actually, surprisingly enough. "

"You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up."

@itsbitmxdinhere    (    will   byers    )    sent    :    [ COMPANY ] for one muse to sit with the other so they don’t have to be alone while they’re upset.  ( Will to Jamie )

                    LET’S   GET   ONE   THING   straight    :    jamie   byers   does   not   know   what   to   do   when   people   are   upset   ,   even   people   that   she   loves   with   all   of   her   messed   up   little   heart   of   gold .     she   feels   awkward   ,   she   definitely   acts   awkward .     doesn’t   know   what   to   say   or   what   to   do .     it’s   a   painful   experience   for   her   ,   almost   ,   so   she   actively   tries   to   avoid   situations   that   would   put   her   into   that   position .     but   ,   not   this   time .     not   only   has   she   been   separated   from   her   family    (    of   her   own   choice   ,   but   that’s   not   the   point    )    for   months   ,   but   now   she   sees   that   her   younger   brother   will   is   struggling   and   she   cannot   help   but   to   jump   into   action .     she’s   always   had   a   closer   bond   with   will   than   with   jonathan   for   the   most   part   ,   though   she   would   eagerly   go   to   bat   for   either   of   them   ,   so   seeing   him   obviously   so   torn   up   about   something   is   really   getting   to   her    [   …   ]    to   the   point   that   she   doesn’t   hesitate   to   sit   with   him   the   moment   that   she   gets   the   chance   to .

                    LIKE   ALWAYS   ,   SHE   DOESN’T   know   how   to   act   or   what   to   say .     but   ,   she’s   just   glad   on   some   level   to   be   sitting   here   with   him   when   he   needs   someone .     to   let   him   know   ,   albeit   nonverbally   ,   that   she   is   there   for   him .     jamie   will   always   be   there   for   will .     that’s   her   boy   just   as   much   as   he’s   their   mother’s .     she   wants   to   ask   him   what’s   troubling   him   ,   but   something   tells   her   that   it’s   a   whole   laundry   list   that   he   probably   doesn’t   want   to   verbalize .     she   doesn’t   want   him   to   feel   pressured   into   telling   her   anything   when   he’s   already   so   quietly   distraught .     with   a   soft   sigh   ,   she   shifts   and   wraps   an   arm   around   will’s   shoulders   ,   pulling   him   gently   into   her   side   and   resting   her   chin   on   the   top   of   his   head .     her   thumb   rubs   soothing   circles   on   his   shoulder   ,   throat   tightening   and   eyes   prickling   with   the   want   to   weep .     she   just   takes   a   breath   and   wills   it   away .     she   needs   to   be   strong   for   him .     she   needs   to   be   strong   for   everyone .

Stiles doesn't look at the creature behind them; in fact, he'd rather not even think about it. Instead, he focuses on Peter, his shaking hands reaching for the werewolf. He doesn't know whether Peter is alive or not, he fucking hopes he is because otherwise, Stiles was going to be doing some stupid necromancy shit to get Peter back into the land of the living only to murder the wolf himself.

He could see the blood and while he'd normally be gagging at the sight and smell of the red liquid, Stiles was more focused on ripping up his favourite button-up to try and stem the flow of the blood. He knew Peter's natural healing would kick in but Stiles worried okay?

But, you see, here was the problem. There wasn't much to do in Port Townsend. He'd already picked through the wreckage of Ethel's house, taking the few things that were of any significance to him. The one bell toy she'd had made for him, back when she still did things like that, several books of witchcraft and astrology, a deck of tarot cards, and one sketch -done on vellum paper, of Esther with a crow perched on her shoulder.

(Proof that she'd loved him once, right?)

And once that was over, well, there'd been nothing to do except for wander around and try to practice turning from a boy to a bird. It hurt, in the way only transforming from a five-and-a-half-foot man to a two-foot-long bird could hurt. And he wasn't very good at it.

Unfortunately, he knew someone who was. He went as a man because a bird flying into a den of cats was a good recipe for a dead bird. So it was boy-shaped that he picked his way through a warehouse full of cats, trying very hard to ignore their teeth.

"Uh, Cat King, I seek an audience...or uh, something."