── @capritownstarters
── where: solemare festival
── when: tuesday evening, 7pm;
── who: open to anyone
⋆˚࿔ ୨ 🍂.° ৎ “ are you going to be too upset at me if i suggest going home early? ” she looks happy, excited even. flashing the other her car keys, june raises her eyebrows giddily.
“ you know what they say, once a homebody. always a homebody. ” that was not in fact, what they said. but she didn't mind. she was sick of the beer - piss - firework smell. and the people, of course.
" okay so, uhm... " she was keeping her hands a safe distance away from the rest of her body. she had not touched her phone in two hours. the phone was relatively uncontaminated. " i don't know if i can wait for shawn mendes. i haven't found soap anywhere and all of the hand sanitizers i've touched have been empty ! " the last word was nearly screamed, a very faint sob escaped feyza. " i feel so dirty, it is not funny. not funny. this is like the definition of ' eww '. and i very rarely deem something eww. "
⋆˚࿔ ୨ 🍂.° ৎ ──── in genuine concern, june's brows furrow slightly. as a self - identified germaphobe, she knew just how yucky festivals could be; and fun as they were, the amount of stinky men per square meter would often deter her from enjoying anything else.
" god no, i'm so sorry! i have hand sanitizer on me, if you'd like? " her demeanor lightens, smiling softly as she points to the small backpack she's carrying.
( victoria justice, cis woman, she&her, #levitating + muse 19 ) ⋆｡˚ what’s the word around june rivera in capri these days ? don’t look at me like that, you know them — they go by junes, you know, the twenty eight year old local. you can probably spot them at casa azzurra, having their cappuccino gelato and taking a break from being a marine researcher at faro bianco, where people describe them as uptight and guarded, but others swear they’re responsible and loyal if you catch them at the right moment. they fit somewhere between cozy light sweaters, golden fairy lights, vanilla scented candles and cinnamon pancakes, though most people associate them with making lists and spreadsheets for every aspect of her life °‧🫧⋆˚｡⋆ angel, 30, she/they, brt, none.
your life is your own, of course.
but weirdly, so is everyone else’s.
under the guise of responsibility, well-meaning intentions and mom friend stares, you try to mimic someone under control. someone whose life is always in perfect order, with bangs always in place and a despicably blissful smile.
yet you’re always afraid. in your dreams, you’re eleven again and your mother is back, laughing under the puerto rican sun. when you wake up, even as you try and go back to sleep to see her one more time, it’s never the same.
you see, dad took you in after she passed away. he tried, he tried real hard to become the father you needed. but somewhere along the way, words got lost in translation. he was always in a hurry, always had somewhere to go, always with a suitcase and the car keys.
but you know he meant well. you just wish he had meant better.
still, you were - are - a good kid still. you’re sensible, responsible; the dream mom friend. you are never late, you’re good, you’re good, you tell yourself. with the list making and the spreadsheets, with your marine themed bedroom that’s been the same since you were fifteen and the good old books your mother used to read you. you’re good, but always the same.
good old june, boxed and caged in expectations you’ve adopted as your own. but it’s not like anyone else’s to blame. who are you when you’re not trying to harness control? who are you when you aren’t pulling life by its horns, clinging to the ropes of fate and, maybe, just maybe, you were better? perfect?
trivia & fun little headcanons.
control freak, mom friend, savior complex - you name it. this girl has quite a few issues, but she’s incredibly stubborn about them.
has a sweet black cat named pandora, whom she found as a kitten near the rocks on the shore. it’s a story she loves telling.
has actually never had a real serious relationship. she’s been stuck with the almost’s for as long as she can remember. it is partly her fault, since she’s deathly scared of ending up in a bad or codependent relationship.
total whale nerd. sharks nerd. turtle nerd. no wonder she got into her profession as a marine biologist, since she’s loved the sea for as long as she can remember.
her dad’s a busy lawyer, almost never in town, really. june avoids talking about him or her mom altogether, because the reality of losing her mom and dealing with a negligent father hurts to this day.
which is why she clings onto friendships for life. very, very stubbornly loyal, nearly to a fault. will do absolutely any and everything for the people she loves.
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