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Freshman year was shit for Catra. She didn't have any friends, her old dorm sucked, and her lab partner treated her like trash. She tried to do better over the summer, but she still feels like she's an inch from falling apart, and she can't get over the girl she fell in love with who doesn't even notice her any more.
Adora hopes that this year, things go her way. She's still dealing with the aftermaths of an accident that left her partially disabled, she can't pursue her dreams of being an athlete any more, and she's terrified that the horrible girl from physics will still be around this year. Also, her best friend keeps forcing her to go on horrific dates with random guys from Tinder. Ugh.
The brightest spot in both of their lives is the relationship they have with each other online, even though they don't know each others names. When the two of them end up as housemates in the on-campus apartments, things change irrevocably for everyone involved. It gets even worse when they discover how much they hate each other and how they have almost every class together this semester.
AKA Rebel's Music Major Slowburn Gay Disaster Roomates Love Square Trainwreck AU. Looking for beta reader!
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23 Jun 2026
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Trinity Santos knows how to fight. She knows how to fight with her words–acerbic exegesis disguised as something lighter, something that takes a second or two before the burning really begins to sink in. She knows how to fight with her body, the exact shapes to make to cause maximum impact. And when, exactly, it’s appropriate to embody herself so wholly that she becomes only her body. She knows how to fight with silence so cold that she herself is scolded by the ice, left scarred and shivering. And she knows how to fight by running–her absence the final blow, any and all closure absconded alongside her ghost. So really, fighting is what she does best. She’s been doing it her whole life. Bruised knuckles, bruised heart, bruised soul. She’s been doing it her whole damn life–but she cannot seem to win the battle against one Yolanda Garcia.
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23 Jun 2026
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"Cicadas spend the vast majority of their seventeen-year life cycles underground. They chew on roots for the better part of two decades, crawl up trees, Cronenberg/Kafka into enormous flies, tear out of their alien shells, scream for two months, and die. I guess cicada days could either be a long time spent growing but not emerging, or they could be days spent struggling to become something new that doesn’t quite pan out so great, or they could be the two months of screaming. Or maybe it’s the height of summer, or the days when you can’t stand the noise outside. I guess I don’t really know. But the words feel kind of right to say."
Will Byers and Mike Wheeler have spent a semester at different colleges in Manhattan. After five months of no contact, they're about to meet back in Hawkins for winter break. Will has spent the semester growing but not quite emerging as he struggles to become someone new. Mike has just been screaming.
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20 Jun 2026
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She looks at Baran’s mouth. She could kiss her, she thinks.
‘Trinity,’ Baran says, voice low and edged with warning.
‘What?’ She looks straight at Baran, smirks a little.
‘What are you doing?’ She tilts her head, bores straight into Trinity’s eyes.
Trinity’s heart drops deliciously. Baran’s eyes glint and her voice is so honeyed and she’s looking at her like fucking that and of course Trinity is gonna fucking say something. Trinity isn’t even really flirting with her, not yet.
‘’M not doing anything,’ she mumbles. She leans a little closer.
Baran smirks. ‘Trinity.’
‘What?’ she repeats. She’s smiling. She could kiss her.
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Baran starts fucking the nanny, and things get complicated.
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12 Jun 2026
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“You know it’s illegal to paint here, right?”
The painter doesn’t look at Mike. Instead, he hollers back, “what are you, a cop?”
The spray can is still hissing against brick, and it’s still getting under Mike’s skin. “No,” Mike finally settles on. “Just a… concerned citizen. You know. Because of the aerosol.”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke there either. Do you not see the sign?”
"I smoke here every Wednesday and Friday night,” he says, dragging the cigarette from between his teeth. He pauses a moment before exhaling through his nose, smoke dissolving into the biting October air. He stares at the paint. “You know, I don’t think that’s good for the environment.”
“I don’t think aerosol paint is what’s killing New York, dude. Especially not with jackasses like you who smoke like chimneys.”
Or, when native New Yorker Mike Wheeler steps away from his band’s shitty downtown club gig for a smoke, he meets Zombie Boy: the eclipsed twin brother of infamous street artist Lab Rat, haunting the neon walls of Alphabet City.
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12 Jun 2026