#it must be nice to be able to go to a library whenever

[uraandri]

why do people get so defensive about shit that doesn't even apply to them like ok your library is only open during your working hours and you can't go and that's fine but why are you leaving a 3 paragraph response to someone saying that going to a library is always a good idea if you want to go outside but not be outside

#it wasn't even directed at them #it was just a comment on a yt video #that was like hey if you want to spend some time someplace else that is not your house but also isn't a park go check your local library #and this person was like well that would be great if my library didn't suck and if i didn't have to work all day and if i wasn't poor so #it must be nice to be able to go to a library whenever #ok bitch #you are a tar pit #ura.txt

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❝ A PRINCESS’ WILL ❞ ; BADA LEE

synopsis──after an assassination attempt, the queen invites the very best fighters from across the land to compete for the great honor of protecting you, the princess.

content──bada lee x unnamed fem!oc (reader). princess!reader, soldier under disguise!bada. currently unedited, pls be nice lol. fictional combination of medieval european and korea’s joseon dynasty aspects bc im not too concerned about making it realistic. incorrect pronouns (when not in bada’s pov). this world is matrilineal bc I said so. bada's a flirt. eventual smut w/ switch!bada.

word count ── approx. 5.4k

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YOUR MOTHER’S STRONG HOLD—on the country, on the castle, on her children, and on you in particular as the oldest—was suffocating. You were destined to rule over millions, and your mother would not let you forget it. You had to be strong, caring for your people but unforgiving to others. That’s how she ruled. She’d shape you to be the same queen she was, and she’ll drill it into your head herself if she needs to.

Your pride would never allow you to say this to her face, but you supposed that she did a good enough job. The people loved her: she kept them safe and fed, gave them more than enough to start caring beyond their necessities and seek self-actualization, to flourish in the arts. She wasn’t very popular among foreign lands, and you might even go on to say that they feared her. She was often fair when wronged, but very rarely did she ever pardon those wrongs. She has never, in the time you've been alive.

Once, when you were very little and you were still taking lessons with some children of noble descent, you heard them repeat a saying they’d learn from their parents:

“Loving are her eyes, beauty bestowed, but fear the night the Hawk catches you lurking near her nest, lest you desire your entrails be fed to the eyas nights on end.” 

They spoke of their Queen with reverence and adoration.

Her way of ruling worked well for many years; you got to live a life of peace and prosperity the entirety of your childhood. Not many other kingdoms can say the same.

On top of your queenly history lessons and politics and mathematics and the sciences, she wanted you to be good at protecting yourself. While she has acquired the most apt Royal Guard, a future queen must still be able to hold her own. She ordered only the best archers and swords to teach you, and you were…decent, at it. The years of practice successfully stuck some things into you: how to hold a sword and a bow and arrow, which body parts to target, how to be light in your feet (this one was specifically useful whenever you wanted to leave the royal palace).

In your defense, your natural sensibilities were drawn to something else entirely. You’d always say reading was a more sensible passage of time. You would spend hours upon hours lounging in one of the library nooks or on a blanket in the palace gardens, surrounded by the pastel of the flowers.

You were in that garden when the assassin took a knife to your throat.

You lived, but it scared your mother terribly. Surprising—since you’d never known her to be a person who had any fears. In your mind, it could only mean two things. One, she loved you to some extent—she might just have a weird way of expressing it. Two, someone was threatening her bloodline and consequently, perhaps more importantly, someone was threatening her throne.

And she will not let that happen in her lifetime.

───

It has been two weeks since your throat was sliced open. Two weeks since the doctor instructed you to minimize strenuous activity and if you could, stay in bed as to not open the stitches.

‘You don’t know how lucky you are,’ the doctor has told you every day after your daily checkup. You know this, of course. Had the knife gone any deeper and had your court ladies not been around the corner, you’d be dead. It was, however, a hilarious thought that someone would bring a blunt knife to an assassination.

Your mother didn’t think it was funny. But in your delicate state, the anger in her eyes had never been funnier, and it pained your throat whenever you’d attempt to laugh.

“Will you stop it? The doctor spent hours on those. What will we do if they scar?” You rolled your eyes in response and she scoffed. “Glad to see you’re as genteel as ever, it’d be a shame if you had lost that lively nature of yours.” It sounded sarcastic, but she meant it. She did not want you to be passive. In her mind, that would only led to you becoming spineless and spineless Queen can't rule. You ignored her words, instead gesturing for one of the maids to bring you a cup of water.

“I’ve arranged for the competition to take place tomorrow, do you think you’ll be up for it?”

You furrowed your brows, “Competition?” Your voice came out roughly. The stitches began to itch.

Your mother groaned, “Please refrain from speaking, but yes, competition, have you not been listening to me? The best soldiers and eligible men have been traveling from across the nation for some time now. The men will fight and we shall see who is best equipped to protect the Crown Princess.”

“Must—” you coughed, “must we make them fight? Can’t we just pick one?”

“Just pick one?” She looked into your eyes incredulously, “You must have hit your head and injured your intelligences if you think I’d let just any one person be in charge of you. You must have the best.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Very well.” She nodded once, “The doctor has cleared you to attend so rest, you will be awakened bright and early tomorrow!”

She walked out of the room and left you to your devices. You sighed. You allowed your court ladies to help you out of your daily garments, clean your wound, place the ointment and replace the bandage.

You repeated the process in the morning, placing a necklace over the bandage, ensuring it is not too tight but stays in place. You prepared for the days’ events, and after a couple of restrained breaths, you walked out of the room with your court ladies in toe.

───

Bada Lee spent her childhood just outside the place. Her family had raised generations of soldiers, many of which served in the Royal Guard. That was, until her father was dismissed and demoted to being a simple guard in the rural countryside. He had dedicated his entire life to the Queen and it was a shock to everyone when he’d been told of his dismissal. Up to his last breath, he’d grow angry whenever she’d asked him why. Why did we leave? How could a loving Queen throw us away as if we were nothing? She’d been upheaved from the City, and littered some place where she’d have to fight if she wanted anything to come from her life. Well, fight harder than she’d have to in the City.

Still, she knew that it didn’t matter where she was. Whether in the Capital City or the countryside, external expectations would have her be a wife and a mother soon after. She watched her mother suffer under these conditions, watched her neighbors, and the change in her friends’ nature as they came of age and were married off. They were all unhappy.

She’d be damned if she was destined to a miserable marriage. But above all, she’d be damned if she dies a nobody. Just another woman, forgotten by history.

Nope. That’s not her.

Growing up, she loved watching her father and brother train. She’d try to join, but her father would quickly push her away. She would try day after day, but it couldn’t be helped. So she turned to making her own sword out of a fallen tree branch. She’d copy their movements, the placement of their feet and how the air would rest in their lungs and rush out with the lunge of the sword—well, the lunge of the stick for her. Her brother agreed to train with her, but in his teenage years, he grew resentful of her talent. He decided to begin training a different skill, archery, but soon enough, he realized that this too came naturally for her. Over the years he turned to different combat skills, only for Bada to overpower him again and again. One day, he stopped helping her at all.

It was a cold winter when the sickness spread across the countryside. It was the sickness that took her father and it was the sickness that took her brother. The town had to develop a new burial site due to the amount of people that died at the beginning of the season. Death didn't relent there; people continued dying and dying until that site was full with bodies.

By the time her family succumbed to their sickness, there was nowhere to put them. For days on end, her only company was their cold bodies. She had placed them in a separate room, putting as much distance as she could. As the winter grew colder and she stared at the makeshift tomb’s door, she realized she depended entirely on them. As it stood, she was nothing, less than nothing, by herself. It was a matter of time before someone hunted her down, a young woman without any male relatives left and tried to turn her into a sellable thing.

She’d be damned.

In a feat of fear and anger, she grabbed her brother’s clothes and changed into them and styled her hair as he would. She looked into the small mirror, surprised to see that her crazy plan might just work.

But she needed to make people think it was her that died.

The day the town hall proposed a mass burial, she changed her brother’s clothes into her own and loosened his hair from the top knot it was in. She shaved his beard, feeling disgusted at the act and with herself for feeling the need to do this. She pushed through: this was about her survival. She reported the bodies, and snuck into the site later that night. Sure, she would be shamelessly taking her brother’s identity from this day forward, but that did not mean she would bury her brother in anything other than his clothes. She did not want that karma. Plus she could afford to lose one of the five hanboks.

The next day, she watched anxiously as they buried the mass of bodies.

She should’ve felt terrible about her relief once they were under the soil, and she did, she would miss them. At some point during the week she lived with their corpses, she forgave them for any bad they did to her. She could only think of the good things now, her father’s jjigae and her brother’s light banter.

She did feel bad, but at the same time, a weight had been lifted. She wouldn’t need to get married now, she could pursue something, she could walk around at night without a chaperone and she could talk to people without worrying about being seen as vulgar.

Yes, under her disguise, she was finally free.

───

Lee Bada had been Lee Hae for a year by the time the Queen requested all eligible soldiers to report to the Capital City. Her commanding officer recommended her to go as one of the top soldiers under his command. She has managed to climb her way through the ranks, demonstrating her strength wherever she went.

Nobody knew the Mother of the Nation had called them to the palace, but if only the strongest were allowed to go, then Bada was going to make sure she was at top.

It was strange being back in the Capital City and even weirder to see the inside of the palace when all she’d known before was its gates.

Bada stood in line with the rest of the soldiers in the palace’s courtyard, towering over some of them. Her back maintained straight, her head held high, as the Crown Princess approached the Queen. She bowed to the queen and sat down next to her. Bada controlled her facial expressions, but her feelings couldn’t be helped. The Crown Princess had made the soldiers wait under the sun, and now she had the audacity to look bored. Despite being so far away, she could see the way you whispered into one of your court ladies’ ears and how they covered their mouth. The laughter showed in their eyes though. In contrast, your attempt to cover your giggle was lazy, your hand falling from the front of your mouth before you could control your expression once more. Bada wanted to scoff. Had you no decency? Before Bada’s bitterness could grow further, the Queen began speaking.

“Welcome, loyal soldiers and citizens. I have invited you here today to compete for the highest honor of joining the Royal Guard and protecting your Crown Princess.” Her open palm gestured to her side, where the Princess sat gracefully. “It is a title that comes with great responsibility, and requires skill, power and loyalty. It would please me for each of you to partake and serve your country in the process. If you wish to stay, please take a step forward.”

Each of the four hundred soldiers took a step, the sound booming through the courtyard. Bada did not look to see if any citizens had stepped forward.

“I am so glad! The competition consists of a six stages with different ‘games.’ You must accumulate enough points in each stage to successfully move up to the next one. Today, we shall begin the first stage. You must ride out into the woods and bring back a rabbit that has been trapped and hidden. There are only two hundred rabbits.” the Queen paused and with a clap of her hands, “Go!”

───

“I don’t get the point of this game,” You stated without looking up from your book. “They’ve been out there for hours and no one is back yet.”

“Patience, daughter,” the Queen responded, “There must be a basis to being a good protector, is there not? Wouldn’t you say that enduring long distance and persevering in the woods is a good baseline?”

“You are so creative, Mother,” you sighed into your book, “You can come up with such fantastical scenarios.”

“So you would rather have someone who doesn’t know how to endure long distances riding and persevere in the woods?”

You didn’t respond.

The first to arrive was a seasoned soldier. He had been part of the Royal Guard for more than a decade, and was known for his hunting skills. The second person caught your mother’s attention. One tall and broad-shouldered man rushed through the Palace gates with 4 rabbits hanging from his horse with a robe. He dismounted, grabbing the robe, throwing it on the ground and bowing before the Queen.

“Seowol from the Southern coast, your Royal Highness.”

“Seowol?” Your mother questioned, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I do believe you were only supposed to take one rabbit.”

“I wanted to secure a strong position, your Highness.” He remained in a bowed position, looking down, his arms stiff along his body.

“Certainly! Please follow eunuch Jinho to the bathroom and a change of clothes. You’ll be called when everyone has arrived.” He looked up and nodded, and quickly did as instructed.

The court ladies swooned over the man once he’d walked away, but you hardly moved.

“Did you see the way he looked at you? Oh!” the young lady fanned her hand. You chuckled, amused by the younger girl’s reaction.

“The way he got off his horse and showed the rabbits, he was so cool!”

“And handsome! Don’t forget handsome!”

You rolled your eyes at that one, “He wasn’t even that handsome.”

“So you do think he was handsome!” They all laughed, having caught something in your words.

“Listen to me, I said he was not all that handsome.” You repeated, “I’ve seen better.”

They gushed, trying to get you to elaborate, but your mother was beginning to look at you sideways. You thought it was better to stop then. With the light hearted fun you were having with your ladies, you forgot all about the dull ache of your throat. The reason you were having this ridiculous competition in the first place. The truth was there was something about Seowol that disgusted you. You couldn’t quite place it, it could be the abruptness in his movements and the way he threw the rabbits on the ground, or perhaps the coldness behind his eyes. A mindless cruelty to innocent beings.

Returner after returner, it was the same and they started blending into each other. They’d rush through the gates, and present the robed rabbit in front of the Queen before they bowed. They announced their name loudly, as if shouting would make the Queen remember them better. The cook would take the rabbit and disappear to the kitchens.

That was, until number 73th entered the yard. The sun was beginning to set, leaving the sky in a canvas of lovely purples and pinks. You didn’t notice him at first, but soon your ladies began to whisper. This particular soldier entered calmly, and only one hand on the horse’s bridle. A small ball of white highlighted by the black of his uniform. As he got closer, you saw that the white speck of fluff was the rabbit. He cradled it on his left arm, making sure it didn’t jump or fall. Once he’d reach the stage, he dismounted carefully. You noticed his height, and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out how his shoulders managed to look both broad and slender at the same time. He came closer, bowing deeply before your mother and to your surprise, he began to approach you.

He was quickly stopped by your mother’s guards blocking his path.

“Please, your Royal Highness, let him approach,” You surprised yourself. For the past two weeks, you were scared you were growing paranoid of strangers and people in general. The fear was earned to some extent, you had just been attacked, but you were even more afraid that you’d grow to be scared of everyone, everything, and never come out of your bedroom ever again. Though, now, as you look over at your mother to let the stranger approach you, it seemed this fear wasn’t going to be an issue after all. You were going to be okay. In a lower voice this time, “Please, Mother.”

She rolled her eyes discreetly, waving her hand. “Let him through.”

The guards retracted. The man moved closer to you, and he bowed. You noticed the smoothness of his jaw, the curve of his lips and the pretty way his lashes decorated his pretty brown eyes. He was pretty. So much so you held your breath when his eyes finally met yours.

“My Princess.” He smiled, “For you.”

Oh.

Someone behind you gasped, and you were glad for the noise because that way he might not be able to hear the beating of your heart.

“May I?”

You nodded, despite not knowing what you had agreed to. The man walked even closer to you, and you unconsciously leaned forward. He placed the bunny in your hands, and you searched for his lingering fingers through the white fluff. He retrieved far too soon. You wanted to touch him for some reason. You wanted him to get close again and you wanted him to call you, once again, his prin—

“And what might your name be?” Your mother was not amused.

“Soldier Lee Hae, your Royal Highness.” He addressed his queen but his eyes never left yours.

“Lee, huh? You do know that was your dinner, correct? You won’t have dinner?” Your head snapped to your mother. She could not possibly!

“As long as my Princess is content, my stomach shall never be empty.”

Your head snapped back at him, a slightly ajar mouth. The corners of your mouth lifted slightly, but a sharp pain in your neck scared any adoring feelings away. The stitches tugged on your skin, and you brought your hand to your neck.

“Very well, no dinner. You may sit down, Soldier Lee Hae.”

───

Well, that was fucking stupid. Bada groaned, grabbing her stomach. She just had to give that damned rabbit to the Crown Princess, didn’t she? Even now, hours after dinner and well into their resting time, Bada could not decipher why she chose to spare the rabbit.

You had just looked so beautiful, and before she knew it, she was right in front of you. And as she remembers the look on your face when she gave you the bunny, your parted lips and your widening eyes as you looked up at her, Bada realized she only regretted her choice slightly.

There was no denying your beauty. Everyone knew that while you might be the Crown, you were also the prettiest bird in the eyes of the people.

But Bada couldn’t get distracted. She came here with a purpose. She was going to join the Royal Guard and bring back honor to her family. You might have been eye candy, but it didn’t change the fact that you represented what Bada lost, what she never realistically had a chance at.

It killed her. It killed her that they had a woman King and yet every other woman was still viewed as inferior. Did the only women that mattered lived in the palace? You got to be trained, you got to study the books—why couldn’t they? Why was it that she will need to pretend to be a boy for the rest of her life to feel free?

Could it be helped? Would you be different from your mother?

Her mind turned to her selfish thoughts. Perhaps she could use today’s events to her advantage. She could grow closer to you, on purpose this time, and perhaps that’d help her on the long run. She’d earn her position, of course; that was nonnegotiable.

The hunger grew furiously as she got lost in her thoughts. She couldn’t take it any longer. She got up, quickly wrapping the tight cloth over her chest. She hid a small knife on the inside of her left wrist, a security measure, though she was unlikely to need it. She grabbed something to cover herself with and left the small room she’d been provided with.

She was lucky to finish stage 1 where she did. When the last of the 197 soldiers that would pass on to the next stage arrived, they were well into dinner. The Queen had stated that for the remaining stages of the competition, only the top half scorers would receive a sole bedroom. Everyone else will sleep in the Great Hall. She reasoned it was to keep up the morale and ramp up ambition. It certainly did motivate Bada though. She did not wish to sleep uncomfortably among the stinky men. It was so weird, Bada knew they showered and mere hours later, a musk would develop around them.

She walked towards the kitchens as quietly as she could. Once there, she rummaged through the shelves, searching for something that was not a raw vegetable.

“Please, please, please…” She murmured to herself, and in her desperation, she did not hear the footsteps coming from the side entrance.

“Who is there?” A voice resounded. Bada froze, quickly kneeling down and hidden under the shelf. Fuck! “As Crown Princess, I command you to reveal yourself!”

The Princess? What was she doing up this late?

Bada had hoped that it was a younger staff member also searching for food (someone she could try her charm on), a simple guard (someone she could try to relate to and proclaim guard-to-guard solidarity), hell, she’d even hoped for a thief (someone who was even guiltier than she was). But the Princess? The Princess was someone she could not face. Perhaps for more than one reason.

As discreetly as she could, she crawled towards the end of the shelf. Across from here, there was a long table she could hide under and right across the table was the entrance.

She could make it.

If only she hadn’t run directly into the Princess’ feet.

She landed on her knees, and dread filled her head. She hung it in shame, some hair coming loose and framing her face. So this is how she would die, huh? With nothing to her name, a mere soldier title that she didn’t even earn herself. She would die without a legacy, without—

“Is that you, Lee Hae?” Your voice sounded extra sweet under the moonlight. “How come you’re out here at this time?”

She wanted the earth to open and swallow her whole. But there was no getting out of this.

“Princess Royal, please forgive my shamelessness.” She did not look up, still on her knees. “In my hunger, I forgot my place. I beg for your forgiveness.”

There was a long silence after Bada finished talking. Should she have said more? She was already on her knees, what else could she do to humiliate herself in front of the Princess?

“You’re telling me my contentment was not enough for you?”

Bada lifted her head quickly, only to realize too late you were mere inches away. You were so close she could count each beauty mark, each freckle on your face. She’d kiss them if you’d let her. She shook her head. Stupid Bada, concentrate on not dying!

“That isn’t it at all, my Princess.” She shook her head violently, to which you chuckled in response, lifting your hand to cover your mouth.

“So you’re a liar, then.”

“No, no! I am not, my Princess,” Bada opened her palms, “I will admit that as earnestly as my heart believes a smile from you is all I ever need to survive in this world, my earthly body persists in imprisoning me with cravings. I sincerely did not mean to succumb to my hunger.”

You watched the young soldier as they hung their head once more. You thought Lee was…funny. Funny in a very lovely and forward way that you couldn’t help but want more of. You brought a hand closer to her face, fingers lifting her chin.

Bada allowed the princess to lift her face, flushing at the contact. She could feel the heat rushing to her face, and it embarrassed her that you could have this effect on her. How you made her lose composure.

“Look at me,” you stated. Your head followed the brown eyes as they moved, trying to get them to look at you. “Soldier Lee, look at me.” You said it firmly this time around. Finally, the person in question did as asked. Big eyes looked up at you, begging for something you weren’t sure you could give.

“You know, Soldier Lee, you are the prettiest man I’ve ever met.”

Oh.

Widened eyes and dropped jaw, “I—”

‘I am not a man,’ she wanted to say. She almost did, and the fact that she nearly gave herself away scared her. She had never come this close to telling someone the truth. Not on impulse nor consciously. To the Princess no less! She was a mess. She’d better get a hold of herself if she intends on making it through.

Bada had proven that she was good with words, and here you were, leaving her stunned. You enjoyed it, maybe a bit too much. Abruptly, you stood up, leaving the soldier down on her knees. You offered a hand, and it was like a spell being broken. She took it. She gathered herself and she was back into the charming and highly trained voice. Your curiosity for the soldier grew as you watched; there was just something that screamed constraint in the way Lee spoke, but for now, you chucked it up to the respectability rules of the Queendom.

“I am sorry for interrupting your night, your Highness. I will take my leave.” Bada turned, but was quickly stopped when you grabbed her wrist.

It surprised both of you. As a noble princess, you had been taught from a young age that nobody but appointed servants get to come in contact with your skin. Yet here you were—two for two.

“Well, actually,” you began, “I’m here because I did not want you to go to sleep hungry.” You let go of Bada’s wrist, and she already missed the warmth of your skin on hers. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched her outside of training.

You signaled for her to follow you. She did, and you guided her to a small table on a corner. A small, white towel covered something and when you lifted it, Bada’s eyes widened. A golden serving tray filled with dishes.

“I ordered something be cooked for you,” you said, hands fidgeting, “I’m afraid it’s probably cold by now. I would’ve tried to get you sooner but my Mother kept me by her side much longer than I expected.”

“I—Thank you, your Royal Highness.” Bada bowed, stomach rumbling and mouth watering. “Thank you.”

“Please, you don’t have to do that.” You said quickly, “You were kind to me, and I couldn’t let my mother punish you for it.” You moved to pick up the tray, glaring at Bada when she tried to hold it for you instead. “I can do it! Plus, I know a spot.”

You walked gracefully, quickly, without spilling a single thing on the tray. Bada was amazed. The both of you stuck to the sides of buildings, remaining in the shadows. Bada anxiously looked around; what would people think if they saw her with the Princess? What rumors will they spread, and how much will they cost her? Her life?

“Through there.” The door was covered with greenery, and Bada could not see the door.

She moved closer to you, whispering into your ear, “where?”

She genuinely couldn’t see it.

You shivered. You could faintly feel her chest against your back, and the warmth it radiated.

You shook your head.

“Here, hold this.” You passed the tray to Bada, making quick work of the hidden door. You opened it and walked through. You moved the vines for Bada, she bent down and met you on the other side.

“Wow…” She gasped. It was a beautiful space, filled with colorful flowers and a pond, four trees on each corner. There was a small house, and Bada doubted it was more than just a bedroom and a bathroom.

“It is the old gardener’s place, but he died and it became abandoned.” You said, placing the tray on the wooden ledge in front of the small house. “The new gardener had a family, so he understandably needed a bigger space.”

You giggled nervously, and Bada found herself loving the sound. She got so lost in your voice and the pretty flowers that she nearly forgot how hungry she was. Nearly.

Bada sat down next to you.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I know!” She said excitedly, your eyes sparkling with joy, “Mother thought of destroying it and building something else but I just loved it so much, I wouldn’t let her. I begged her to let me have it for days, she agreed eventually and now it’s my little place! Very few people know about it; my Mother, the new gardener, my lady-in-waiting, you…”

You finished shyly, smiling at Bada before quickly looking away. Would it be too forward of her to grab your face and make you look at her?

Yes, she decided, yes, it would be.

Her stomach growled.

“Oh,” You gasped, “Please eat! I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

“Please, eat with me.”

“No, no, I ate quite well earlier,” you said, “and you didn’t!”

“I don’t want to eat by myself,” Bada said, “Princess, eat with me, please.”

“I’m telling you I won’t,” refusing her once more, “I'll force feed you this meal myself if you don’t start eating soon.”

“Is that a proposition?” Bada smirked. Your cheeks grew warm against your will.

“I only mean… I want you to eat, you have gone hungry because of me. I don’t want you to be hungry any longer.”

“Would you feed me then?” Bada’s eyes looked down at yours, “If I asked you to?”

You cleared your throat, eyes meeting. “Forgive me, soldier, if I’ve come across in a certain light. But I will never feed a man with two capable hands of his own.”

Bada saw the intensity in your eyes, and how they refused to look away from her hers. She leaned closed, eyes growing dangerous the longer she stayed fixated on you.

“You say ‘a man with two capable hands’ but what if I wasn’t a man? How can you be sure that I am?” Bada brought a hand closer to you, “How do you know these work?” She had gone crazy. In your gaze, she had forgotten herself.

Still, in the back of her mind: if she wasn’t in disguise now, would you feed her then?

You finally broke eye contact, looking down at Bada’s hand. It surprised you how much you wanted to hold it, it surprised you even more when your body started reacting to it. A simple hand with long fingers. A calloused hand from days spent training, yet unlike the hands of the men you’ve encountered. Their hands didn’t bring this strange feeling to your stomach. You mind showed you images of these very hands moving along your body; from the nape of your neck, down your side and in between your—

You scoffed, and then chuckled, “Please don’t be ridiculous, soldier Lee. Now, eat, the food is getting colder by the second.”

Bada covered her feelings with a laugh. She was relieved you ignored her impulsive questions, and at the same time, your response left a bitter taste in her mouth. You were just being nice this entire time? Was there really nothing else in your lingering touches and loving eyes? They were childish questions, but it stung nonetheless. She sighed internally; she couldn’t possibly be getting this close now. It was normal to a certain extent, she had the tendency to develop crushes all the time. Sure, developing one in the Princess would complicate the 'get close to you and advance her career' plot, but she was already here.

All her crushes have faded with time, and this one will too.

Bada finally began eating and she was grateful to you once again. She said so, with cheeks full of food and complete disregard for rules. Rules, you had both broken some many of them already, why start caring about them now?

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Yan!Slasher headcanons

[part.2]

Yan!Slasher who’s your high school’s resident book nerd 

Yan!Slasher who sees you in the library and doesn't think he’s able to breathe

Yan!Slasher who thinks he's about to have a heart attack when he realizes you're in the same math class. How has he never seen you before? He didn't think his vision was this bad.

Yan!Slasher who starts accidentally overhearing your conversations with your classmates.

Yan!Slasher who once heard that you like athletic guys, decides he needs a complete makeover.

Yan!Slasher who begins working out and makes sure that by the time junior year rolls around, nobody from freshman year recognizes him.

Yan!Slasher who has completely changed with a more toned body, a taller and broader frame, and even a new haircut by that one celebrity you mentioned was hot. Don’t you love him he’s so thoughtful remembering what you said in the fourth month and second week of high school sophomore year in math second period?

Yan!Slasher who never gets flustered when a girl confesses to him, but whenever you pass by, his knees go weak. You just walked by him! It's the third time this week! You must really want him, and it's definitely not because he stalked you and found your schedule to see you every chance he got!

Yan!Slasher who nearly fainted when you showed up to one of his games. You're here? That's great! Now you can witness how amazing and handsome he's become, all for you.

Yan!Slasher who builds up enough courage to try and talk to you after his game, even though he's covered in sweat. But is he stinky? Do his armpits smell? He needs to make sure he doesn't smell like an ogre's morning breath and like a fairy's farts!

Yan!Slasher who almost considers asking you to a school dance but backs out when his friend suggests another girl. She might be curvy, but she's not you. Nobody is you.

Yan!Slasher who could only watch you dance, while his date mindlessly grinded on his thigh from the dance floor.

Yan!Slasher who accidentally ran into the girls' bathroom, preoccupied with the thought that he was about to die after his date got period blood all over his uncle's suit.

Yan!Slasher who almost screamed when he saw you washing your hands in the men's bathroom but instead stood stiffly.

Yan!Slasher who started to apologize when you corrected him for being in the bathroom. He swears he's not a pervert; he was in a rush to get here on time and only has one contact in!

Yan!Slasher who let out a forced laugh and a 'thank you' when you apologized for not being able to help get the blood out of his pants after crouching down for him.

Yan!Slasher who just now noticed the little details on your face and how the buzzing bathroom illuminated your features. How are you so beautiful? Why do you always make him feel like his heart is about to pop out of his chest when he's this close to you?

Yan!Slasher who decides to take his date for some fast food after the dance. He might as well thank her for being the reason he got to be that close to you.

Yan!Slasher snaps when his date asks why they're at the local Whataburger and not a fancy restaurant.

Yan!Slasher who asks his date if she can get the pack of condoms out from the trunk while he grabs the shotgun from the glove department.

Yan!Slasher who slams the Maserati Biturbos trunk on her body letting her stumble onto the ground so he could have a clean shot of her head.

Yan!Slasher who almost felt bad when he got a clean shot in between her eyebrows. Sure she was his first-ever date but she also got in the way of you and him and his future family of seven kids so of course she needed to die! 

Yan!Slasher who you don't need to worry about. he’s nice enough to bury her in a random ditch somewhere, with a Whataburger burger and Coke. How could you not love how fatherly and caring he is?

Yan!Slasher who overhears the colleges you applied to in senior year. Really? Those? They're so easy to get into. You could do much better than that, honestly.

Yan!Slasher who is convinced that your friends are holding you back. Do you really need them? They're taking time away from your studies. Without them, you could have been accepted into every Ivy League by now.

Yan!Slasher who decides to let your friends live for your sake. He's seen how emotional you can be, and he's worried that you might spiral and let your grades drop. After all, how can you both attend the same college if you're not able to get into one?

Yan!Slasher who of course, applies to those schools. Does he really need to attend Harvard Law? Nope, you silly billy! As long as he's providing for you, he'll go anywhere!

Yan!Slasher who sees you at prom with one of your best friends. Her? You've been making the worst decisions recently. Why go with her when he's right here? He's 6'3 for crying out loud. He's worked so hard just for you to go with your best friend to prom.

Yan!Slasher who needs to remind himself that you're just being manipulated. Your whole friend group is manipulating you. As if you wanted to go to prom with them when you're just so shy and have been madly in love with him this whole time! He's seen the way you glance his way; of course, you love him and are not looking at the board!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that once the rigged prom queen ballots are counted, you and he would be king and queen together. What? You didn't put your name on the ballot? Are you just tired, of course you did.

Yan!Slasher who finally is able to truly smile for the first time as he wraps his hand around your waist and brings you closer to his body. They take a photo of you and him in your crowns, sashes, and a bouquet of roses that perfectly complement your dress and his suit, with a matching corsage that he totally didn't set up. Why would he ever do that? That's ridiculous!

Yan!Slasher who almost faints when you both get accepted into some random school he's never heard of. Yay, you'll be together forever! He can join a frat, and you can join a sorority. As you turn a corner at a party, he'll be there to catch you, and you'll recognize him as the handsome man you won prom queen with. A high school romance, how perfect!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure he gets at least one core class with you at his new school.

Yan!Slasher who stares at you in the only class you share. Why are you struggling so much? It's so easy for him! You should totally come up to him and ask for help. I mean, yeah, he’s a jock, but he also studies hard to be at the top of his class. He’s just amazing like that!

Yan!Slasher who cries and hugs his favorite plushie with a duct-taped photo of your face on it after seeing you talk to the professor after a class you had trouble with. Why would you ask that balding man instead of the hot boy you know from high school? 

Yan!Slasher who gets frustrated when he approaches the professor after you've left, but the professor says he doesn't have enough time. Does the professor have a crush on you or something?

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that he follows the professor home and slashes tires so he’s busy getting his expensive car towed while he’s memorizing the layout of his house.

Yan!Slasher who shows up to his house the next night and takes a knife from his kitchen so you can only smell whatever’s in the trash can.

Yan!Slasher who almost spills everything when you ask if he remembers you and if he wants to help you. Aw, you can’t ask for him to pay you because of student debt and loans? Don’t worry; why would he want your money when you’ll share a bank account once you both graduate, with him being valedictorian?

Yan!Slasher who creates a whole schedule for you because you’re so stressed and need to find time for his help. You really do care about him if you still ask for help when you have no time for it!

Yan!Slasher who now sits with you in that one class you share, leaning down to whisper answers or explanations in your ear. He even makes sure to freshen up, so you know he's not just another typical jock like the rest of his teammates.

Yan!Slasher who tries to build up the courage to subtly make physical contact, perhaps gently nudging your foot under the table or offering to lend a hand when you need to erase something. He wants to make this as romantic and casual as possible!

Yan!Slasher who after a month, sputters and blushes when one of his teammates asks if you're dating out of the blue. What-? No-? He’s just a kind friend helping with your homework? Please, go on about how you look at him! What? Who said that? Not him.

Yan!Slasher who has a frat bro who decides they need a party, and you need to be one of the first to be invited. Everyone just can’t bear how lovesick he is, always talking about you and how you glance at him in class with those pretty eyes of yours.

Yan!Slasher who sees you at the party and almost passes out. Why are you here? Is that a drink in your hand? What if someone poisoned you? You really need to be more cautious around strangers!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure to drop something into your drink when bumping into you. 

Yan!Slasher who talks to you, leaning against a wall, making sure to properly show off all the muscles he's worked so hard for.

Yan!Slasher who catches you when you start to feel dizzy and picks you up in his arms, taking you to his room.

Yan!Slasher who throws the plushies and photos he has of you in his room into a box filled with half-chewed pencils and blurry photos of you walking to class.

Yan!Slasher who untucks his bed and places you on it before tucking you back in and gently brushing away anything on your face. Are you already asleep? You must really trust him!

Yan!Slasher who decides it’s okay to maybe take off a few of your clothes and take photos of you. He’s so smart crawling into bed with you and taking photos! Couple goals~ <3 !!

“Sh, sh, don’t scream. You fell asleep on a couch and I didn’t want anyone to puke on you. Let me take care of you, ok?”

#｡˚꩜.no gunsHCs #is it too late for spooky stories #get away if you know me #yandere #yandere x reader #slashers #yandere jock #yandere slasher #imagine #yandere imagines #nerd jock #college #x reader #x you #oc x reader

[littleskeletonprincessss]

DILF - Ted Nivision x Reader

I think i'll make this a multi fic... no NSFW in this part but because of what a DILF is and the fact that it will be NSFW in future parts, I'm gonna go ahead and say MDNI

The vibration of your phone against your desk tore your tired eyes and depleting attention from Professor Stinwell's dull voice and the monotony that is color theory.

"Hello?" Your voice cracked from disuse.

"Hi, is this Y/N?" A deep voice responded.

"It is," you cleared your throat "May I ask who's calling?"

"Hi, This is Ted Nivision, my wife and I are friends of Heather's, and she recommended your babysitting service. I'm sorry, she gave us your number and said it'd be fine to reach out whenever."

"Yes! Of course. I'd be happy to help."

"That's a relief. Normally, we'd want to meet before hand for you to meet our girls, but we actually would need you for tonight, my mother in law had something come up last minute and isn't able to come. Would that be okay?"

"That's totally fine. How old are your girls?" You asked, trying to figure out what kind of activities to prepare.

"We have three year old twins, Penelope, we call her Penny, and Tilly."

"Those are beautiful names. What time do you need me tonight?"

"Would you be able to be here at 7:00? It would be a few hours, we have a late dinner with my wife's colleague, so we probably wouldn't be home until around 10:30."

"That totally works." You already knew you'd be exhausted for your early class tomorrow but wanted to make a good first impression.

"Great. Let me give you our address and we'll see you when you get here."

**********

Pulling up to the Nivision's house at 6:45 you admired how beautiful the house was. It wasn't massive, but it had the charm of a southern cottage that you loved, a comfortable looking swing sitting on the framed porch, toys littering the floor and ivy climbing the lattice on the side.

Knocking on the door you looked at the yard, noticing the obvious time that was put into the landscaping, lawn mowed to perfection, flower beds full of colors, and a large tree with a swing.

You turned back to the door when you heard it being unlocked.

"Y/N?" A man, you assumed Ted, answered. Looking up you were taken aback at how handsome he was, and his sweet brown eyes and infectious smile only added to his charm.

"That's me. You must be Ted, we spoke on the phone." You smiled back, offering your hand.

"It's nice to meet you." He said, taking your hand and shaking it before opening the door wider. "Please, come in."

"Carrie, the sitter is here!" He called up the stairs, walking into a family room to the right.

Following him in, you see two identical little girls sitting on the floor, surrounded by plastic plates and cups.

Ted sat between the girls, before taking a teacup from one of the girls, his large hands dwarfing it, and making you smile from the ridiculousness.

"We're having a tea party," he said, looking up at you. "Aren't we, girls? Can you say hi to Y/N?"

"Hi! I'm Y/N!" you said, crouching down and introducing yourself.

"Hi!" one of the little girls said, waving at you excitedly.

"That's Tilly. And this one-" Ted said, reaching out and tickling the other one, who'd handed him his tea, making her giggle. "is Penny."

"Hi, Penny." You whispered, giving a small wave, matching her shy demeanor.

"If you ladies would excuse me, I'm going to talk to Y/N for a bit." He says, standing and offering you a hand to help you up.

"Can I get you a water or anything?" Ted offers, walking into the kitchen, motioning for you to sit at the bar.

"That'd be great, thank you." He takes a water bottle from the fridge and slides it across the counter to you.

"So tell me about yourself, Y/N."

"Not much to tell, honestly. I'm taking classes online for Graphic Design, I have another year before I have my degree. Outside of that, I work at the library and babysit on the side."

"Graphic Design, huh? I should probably take a few classes, I could sure use it a bit for work. What do you do for the library? You seem a little young to be shushing people and checking in returns."

"Thank you," you laugh "I actually run the story time center, read to kids a few times a week."

"That's sweet. Do you like it?"

"I do. I love seeing their faces when the fairy tales become real, and their imaginations take over."

You blushed when you realized Ted had been watching you with a dopey smile on his face.

"What do you do and your wife do?"

"She works in corporate for a management company. Long hours, but it brings in good money, and I work from home so it's not so bad. My jobs a little less important, I'm a producer."

"What do you produce?"

"I write and then film videos for kids. Songs, make animations with it. And then outside of that one of my friends and I have a podcast."

"What is it called? I'll have to check it out, they're all that keeps me awake when I'm up late finishing projects."

"It's stupid, really. We started it up with another friend of ours just for fun and we talk about bullshit. But it's called Chuckle Sandwich."

"Sound interesting, I'll have to check it out."

You turned your head to the sound of heels clicking across the tile. An attractive woman walked in, fastening an earring, her business ensemble looking more expensive than your car.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Carrie." She holds out a perfectly manicured hand.

"Y/N." you said, taking her hand to shake. "Ted tells me you work in management."

"Did he tell you to call him that? I'm sorry." She looked at Ted. "Honey, I've told you that's unprofessional. Mr. Nivision is fine, Y/N."

"Oh. Of course." You nod.

"Anyway, I'd love to stay and chat but we're running a bit late. "Theodore?" She says, walking out of the room.

"Right. That's my cue to leave. Um, emergency numbers on the fridge, you've got my number, but let me get you Carries, just in case." He says, writing on a hanging notepad. "The girls ate just before you got here, but there's leftovers in the fridge or snacks in the cabinet if they get hungry. Help yourself as well. Um... Bed by 9:00? Between you and me though, I don't usually get them to bed until later than that so you be the judge, I trust you. I think that's it." He says, looking around to see if anything would spark anything else. "Yeah, that's it."

Walking back in to the family room he leaned down to the twins.

"Okay babes, Mommy and I will be back later, but you might be asleep. You're gonna stay here with Y/N, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Yes, Daddy!"

Ted pulled them both in for a hug, blowing raspberries into both their cheeks.

"Love you to death." he says, standing. "Thanks again, and I'm sorry for the late notice."

"No worries! Have fun."

*************

A while later you were singing songs with the girls, and were currently only the alphabet.

"-E F G, H, I, J, K, LMNOP, Q-"

"That's my name." You looked at Penny where she was sitting at your feet and coloring.

"What was that, Penny?"

You said my name. Penelope."

"Kinda sounded like that, didn't it? Should we call you that now? LMNOP?" She gave the biggest smile you'd seen from her since you'd met her and nodded.

"Okay, sounds great." you laugh. Looking at the clock you noticed the time. "It's getting kind of late. Should we put on a movie before we go to bed?"

The girls had agreed vehemently and rushed to their room to change into their pajamas while you got a movie set up to play.

After the movie ended, both girls were nodding off against your sides, fighting the urge to fall asleep completely.

"Alright, come on guys. Bedtime." You said, picking them up and carrying them into their room.

Turning on the light you smiled at their nursery. The walls on either side matched each girl perfectly, even though you'd only spent a few hours with them. Tilly's wall was spattered in bright rainbow colors, wild and fun, while Penny's wall was a soft pink, tiny dots of white sprinkled like stars.

Helping them into their beds you tucked them in, walking to the door and starting to dim the lights before you heard a soft request for a bedtime song.

"A bedtime song?"

"Daddy sings." Tilly explained.

"Alright, lets see." you though before starting to quietly sing 'You Are My Sunshine', and by the time you were done both girls eyes were shut in a deep slumber.

Turning to the door to leave you jumped when you noticed Ted standing in the doorway.

"Shit- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's alright." You softly laughed, exiting the room.

"You have a wonderful voice." Ted said, walking you to the door.

"Oh. Thank you. How was dinner?"

"It was nice. It was better knowing the girls were home with someone who would take such good care of them."

"Good."

Ted handed you a folded wad of cash.

"Oh, Mr. Nivison, this is too much, I couldn't-" You started, counting out the stack of twenty dollar bills.

"Nonsense. If it makes you feel better you can consider it a retainer."

"Retainer?"

"Yes. The house looks wonderful, and I can tell you're good with kids, and I bet the girls got along great with you. If you'd like, we be happy if you'd be our new babysitter."

"Yeah, that'd be great. I'd love to."

Ted smiled.

"That's great. Now, it's late and I'm sure you need to get home, so I'll let you go." He said, opening the door.

"Good night." you said, starting down the porch steps.

"Oh, and Y/N,"

You paused, turning back to face him.

Ted looked into the house behind him before looking back at you. "Call me Ted."

#ted nivision smut #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison

[trendywaifus]

Can i have Lisa,Eula and jean with an academic S/O who became smart through hard work , but still feeling like they are not smart enough?

Thanks for your writing btw they have been helping me whenever i feel down

school’s finna start soon so I’m glad I was able to get to this at a nice time. also, you’re welcome lovely! if you ever feel down just know that I’m always here for you and I’m here to stay. this blog right here proves it and this is for everyone else as well!

btw this is heavy in dialogues–ish. ( not proofread lol)

“ your cute little nose has been buried in those books for a while now, darling. i almost mistaken you for jean. “ lisa jokes sweetly, placing her hand on your back as she peeks over your shoulder to take a quick glance at your progress. you’ve tucked yourself away in the small corner of the library for the past few hours and now it’s almost closing time. for the time you been there, she doesn’t think she seen you out of that chair.

“ sorry lisa, “ you awkwardly laughed, “ i’ve been stuck on this formula for a bit. i still need to figure out the base ingredient for making the heatshield potion. “ she hums, her eyes skimming over the question and then your written out work. she rubs your back soothingly before she answers, “ you got almost everything down packed cutie but what you’re missing is butterfly wings. “

butterfly wings? was it really that simple?

you groaned, crossing your arms. “ that was such an easy and common answer, lisa. why didn’t i get that?” she chuckles airily and kissed your temple. “ don’t beat yourself over it too much. alchemy can be simple at times despite it being really complex. when i studied at the sumeru academy, even i was having trouble with some of the fundamentals and properties of alchemy. “

“ yes but lisa, compared to me, you’re, well—you! you’re a genius. you had to have gotten it right the first time every time! “

lisa frowns at your words. “ which was due to my insatiable hunger for knowledge back then. I can’t deny that i am more academically–gifted than others but you can only go so far with just pure talent. many people unfortunately doesn’t understand that. “

her words sinks in, you felt stupid for even exerting your frustrations on your lover, she was just trying to help you. “ no need to look so ashamed, darling. i understand how you feel completely, trust me. however, don’t let this discourage you from your studies. i really do admire your work ethic, you remind me of my younger self. . in a better way if i should say. “ she pats your shoulder and yawns.

“ with that being said, it’s just about time for me to close the library. since you haven’t gotten out of that chair, that rear of yours must be sore. so why don’t you be a cutie and help me put everything back up? i’ll reward you with kisses after~ “

eula steps inside of the shared home with a deep sigh. after a long day of the usual nonsense with the locals and patrolling she wants nothing more than to settle in bed with you. she takes off her heels and steps into the unusually dark living room. weird, normally you’d wait in the living room for her with open arms and a huge smile but you’re nowhere to be found. her first thought would of been you going to sleep since she did arrive late later in the night this time. that was until she notices a dim light at the end of the hallway from the shared bedroom.

she raises a brow and made her way down the hallway. “ unbelievable. “ eula mutters under her breath as she sees your hunched over figure at the desk, studying. “ you were like this when i left in the afternoon! “ you jumped at the sound of her voice and smiled apologetically at her, rubbing the back of your neck. “ my dear, you’re back! sorry, i got caught up with the material and i didn’t notice you’ve came in. “ the woman scoffed, crossing her arms with disdain. “ not greeting me at the door is something I can live with, but coming home to you cramped up in this room is ridiculous. did you even take a break, eat, or even come out of this room? “

you avert your gaze to the floor, swallowing thickly. eula impatiently taps her foot, waiting for your response. “ well? “

“. . . .uh, no? “

“ what the devil! what’s the meaning of this? you’ve been like this for the past few days! are there any exams I should know about that’s coming up? “

“ . . .no, “ eula was about to scold you but she stops herself as the sad look on your face makes itself known. her heart drops at the sight.“ i. .feel like i’m inadequate. seeing the people around me thrive while i’m stuck at a standstill. .hurts. “ you admitted, lips pursing into a tight line. eula stands there by the doorway in silence, finding the right words to say. she understands you fully, it scares her of how familiar this set up is. it was like she was hearing her inner thoughts when she was younger.

she sighs, “ don’t you dare say that, (name). you’re not inadequate at all. “ she walks over to you and rests her hand over yours. “ think of it like this, people have their own way of dancing, some may like to go slow or fast in terms of tempo to reach the end of their song. but, do you know what matters most for that to happen? “

“ practice and stamina? you’ve practiced dancing all your life, eula, wouldn’t you say those are crucial? “

“ yesn’t. i’m also trying to be more practical here, mind you. it’s about discipline and grit. you can’t have a good practice routine if you can’t separate yourself from distractions. you most certainly won’t have good stamina if you don’t have the grit to work yourself through inevitable trials and errors. i’m the way i am today not only because of the aristocratic ways but because of those two things. “

she takes it upon herself to close the book in your hands and sets it somewhere on the desk. a soft frown adorns her lips, “ but you also have to maintain your health as well, both physically and mentally. so whatever this you’ve been doing—needs to stop. now, come and get ready to go to bed with me my love, i demand for my nightly cuddles. “

“ my love, why are you up so late? “ you jumped in surprise at the familiar concerned voice and a hand touching your shoulder. you whipped your head around to see your lover, who had a worried smile on her face. if she was already home then it must of been almost midnight by now! you started studying around midday. “ oh jean, uh, i was just catching up on some notes. “ you explained, gesturing towards the set of papers in front of you. the blonde peered over your shoulder to take a look with a curious glint in her eyes. “ ah. .my apologies but, i don’t remember you mentioning anything about homework or exams coming up, no? “

you scratched the back of your neck nervously, “ no, i didn’t, i just wanted to study. “

“ and. .when did you start? “ jean asked softly.

“ erm, probably like two or three hours after you left?”

jean almost gasped before clearing her throat. “ i know that i’m not the one to talk about taking breaks but. .did you perhaps get a chance to take a walk or anything of the sorts? “ there was a short pause before you responded with a meek voice, “ . .no, no i didn’t. b-but to be fair, i lost track of. .— “

noticing your nervous demeanor, she lightly squeezes your shoulder and kisses the top of your head affectionately. “ i understand. you must be tired and hungry, do you want me to cook something while you rest in bed? “

“ no jean, i’m fine. you just got done with your official duties, it’s okay—“

“ i insist, dear. here, take my hand. “ with a warm smile dancing upon her lips, she holds out her hand for you to take. you tentatively take it and jean gently pulls you up. you stumbled a bit due to your sleeping legs but jean was quick to hold you steady. “ are you alright? do you need me to carry you to bed? “ she asks, her oceanic blue eyes filled with worry.

you chuckled softly, “ absolutely not, sweetheart. i can walk. let’s not put your back at risk here too. “ a light blush stains her cheeks; jean quietly leads you to your shared bed for you to rest. “ I-I will go prepare dinner for us, please stay in bed dear! “ she says shyly before scrambling off to the kitchen to hide the redness of her face as she hears your growing laughter.

#lisa minci x reader #genshin lisa x reader #eula x reader #jean x reader genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin women x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines

[jayden-killer]

BOOK EMERGENCY.

Au! Steven Grant, in which he works as a library cashier, instead of being a gift shoppist.♡

A/N: y'all I thought this was cute, but it was cuter in my head. I'm thinking about a part two, so if you guys enjoy this one short, I could write some more!

☁︎ ꧁ ꧂ ☁︎

Spending Friday evening in a bookstore, after an exhausting day, could really reward you. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to have gone out in pajama pants, and flip flops, but it was a book emergency. I was sure I had some books on the shelf still waiting to be read, but when I realized that this was not the case (and I had read them all) then I didn't have much choice. There was a local bookstore in the city center where I lived, and although it was small, it was well stocked. In fact, there were from new releases to older or even less important titles.

The smell of the book bewitched anyone who passed by. It was like a siren song. I had definitely not decided which title to choose. There were so many that the full shelves gave me a hard time. But one title in particular caught my attention and, reading the plot, convinced me to take it.

Finally I will be able to spend a nice evening in the company of a good tea, with a warm light that gives the right atmosphere and my new, dear book.

It was late, obviously there were no customers at that hour. And the cashier looked like he definitely needed some restful sleep. Although he was quite tired, he smiled and seemed pleased to have a customer at the moment. His eyes were full of energy. A lot. He must have probably drunk a few too many coffees.

``Oh. The Kane Chronicles´´, he read, once I handed the book over to him, scanning the barcode, ``that's crazy. Seriously, it's a really gripping book. We sell the other two titles too, if you're interested´´ he added.

I smiled embarrassed. And he smiled back, kindly, shyly.

``I can think about it. Maybe,´´ I replied back, playing with the bill in his hand.

``Are you interested in Egypt?´´

``Quite. It's been a passion since I was a child´´.

``Well, you can try Wilbur Smith's Egypt Saga too.´´ His curls danced on his forehead whenever he moved his head even the slightest.

I leaned against the counter and let a hand smooth out my unkempt hair, and yawned. He looked up from the book and studied me curiously. ``It's an odd hour to come and buy a book.´´ He had recognized my weariness, and had been careful to study my bearing at the time. ``Yes, but...´´.

At this point a hand rubbed my eyes and he handed me the book again, while I handed him the bill, and then he the change. I resumed the conversation.

``I've read all the books I bought in the last few months, and the TV didn't show good films, at least at this hour... I thought I'd come here.´´ My eyes fell on the inside of the bookstore, and back on the cashier. ``Well, I think it's the best time to come. No one ever comes at this hour´´

The man let out a chuckle as if he was surprised by my visit: a customer who in the middle of the night was desperately looking for a book. His chuckle was contagious, and I laughed with him, amused by his joke.

``Yeah...´´

Embarrassing silence filled the shop and I rubbed the book pages.

``Well, then, enjoy your book, and have a nice night. Hope to see you again!´´ He cheerfully sang, and that was enough to bring a smile to my tired face. He smiled again and waved to me, leaning on the counter. He wasn't rude like the other cashiers I've met in other bookstores. That was quite impressive. He seemed to like his work, to be surrounded by books. I wished to meet him earlier.

``Have a nice night too, sir.´´ And so I muttered a timid "bye", leaving in a hurry to finally enjoy my book. But when I got home, my mind only focused on meeting again that cashier. I would have to go back to the bookstore very soon to see him again.

#marvel imagine #moonknight x reader #moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #jake lockely x you #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #oneshot #moon knight series #mr knight #au

[wellpresseddaisy]

And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home

Rather belated, but for the 4th prompt, Home.

His mother never told him magic had a smell.

She’d taught him so many things in their shabby kitchen in Cokeworth, but not that. He’d thought it her perfume, the subtle scent of petrichor and stormy seas that hovered about her, even on days it didn’t rain.

And girls like Lily, well they just smelled nice, didn’t they? She made him think of the first warmer days in spring and those little violets that sweetened the breezes.

He never noticed it on the train, too excited and then too annoyed to smell anything. It wasn’t until much, much later that he realized his housemates each had their own distinctive scent that grew stronger when they cast. Most of them he didn’t have names for until he’d had more experience in the world.

Some of them made him sneeze terribly, like Gareth Abernathy. Looking back, he felt a bit bad that Gareth had to be moved to a different dormitory, but it was either that or Severus moving. Lucius and the other prefects came out of that dorm grim-faced. They never told him what the boys said they’d do if Severus was the one moved.

Even Lucius didn’t know about his…talent. Something told him to keep it to himself. It gave him an edge, once he learned to navigate all the scents coming at him in a day. He nearly always smelled James Potter (grassy, overlaid with something too, too sweet) before he saw him.

He should have known the first time he met the Dark Lord that he couldn’t be trusted. His magic smelled of decay and dust, like the inside of a tomb. It crawled into Severus’ sinuses and stayed there, a constant reminder. Why had he pledged himself to that? He smelled like the darkest of the dark books in the Malfoy library, the ones Lucius pulled him away from with a sharp,

“I catch you near those again, my lad, and I’ll wallop you myself.”

His mark smelled the same way, blooming horribly every time Voldemort found something pleasing. He found it a small mercy that he carried the mark only a year or so before…before soft spring and tiny violets were ripped forever from the world.

The decay kept returning, though. Faintly, faintly he’d smell it through the next decade. He hoped, but he knew one day it would return as strong as ever.

He knew the Potter child would play a part in whatever came the first day of class. To see him snickering with the latest Weasley after Draco’s hours-long diatribe on Potter refusing his hand…he wasn’t sure if the headache or the mere existence of another Potter set his teeth on edge more.

Potter…Potter’s magic smelled of the green new growth in a forest. The underlay of it, though, stopped Severus in his tracks. Frankincense and myrhh, the scent of one laid to rest. He knew. In that moment he knew it would be Potter to end the Dark Lord’s reign, whenever it came.

He never knew how he made it through the years of waiting, always on guard, decay floating at the very edge of his senses. The return…that was almost a relief.

Something tickled his nose. Sandalwood and leather and warm feathers. He shifted and…bedlinen? Would his earthly torment never end?

That last night in the Shack…he’d known. Known it would come one day. Some part of the universe must have cared, because he closed his eyes the last time smelling not decay but the clean, astringent wash of frankincense and myrhh.

-------------------

He breathed in, his chest caught on searing pain.

“Lie still, you ridiculous brat. Cissa’s been up three days keeping you from popping your cogs. If you destroy her hard work then we’ll certainly have words.”

Lucius. He’d know that scent and that supercilious drawl anywhere. And…sweet, clean lavender wafted over him.

Narcissa.

“She’s asleep, finally. You should also be asleep, as a hint.”

He managed an interrogative sort of noise.

Lucius sighed. “If you’re going to insist on being an obstreperous bratling, then I suppose I could sit with you for a while. You won’t be able to speak yet, so don’t even try.”

The familiar scold settled something within him. The bed dipped and Lucius sat carefully next to him. Cool fingers brushed his hair off his forehead.

“No fever, at least. If you get yourself into a froth she’ll put me six feet under, so we’ll do this calmly, please.”

It felt a bit as if he was a grubby firstie again.

“Would you like to know who found you?” Lucius asked.

Severus assented. Yes, he bloody well wanted to know who dragged him back to life (beyond Cissa, because of course she would).

Lucius’ low chuckle warmed him.

“Potter did. It always comes back to him, doesn’t it? He…I suppose I’d better tell you in sequence. You never liked a tale that hopped about in time.”

No, he did not.

“Did Potter see…what happened to you?”

Severus managed to shrug. He knew Potter saw the aftermath, but how much else was anyone’s guess. Knowing Potter, he saw all of it and had convinced himself it was all his own fault.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter in the end. We’re all free of it, you know? Whatever message you gave Potter, he did the thing properly and…came back, somehow. The Dark Lord’s reign is ended and somehow Potter convinced the Ministry that my family was coerced. How, I wonder, would he know I was given to the Dark Lord’s service as tribute by my father?”

The archly asked question had Severus freezing in place. Had Potter found…he had to have found what Severus left. He’d written it all down, everything he knew that no one else did, in the days leading up to the final battle. Trust the nosiest arsehole he’d ever had the misfortune of teaching to ferret it out.

“Ah, yes, apparently he also delivered quite the impassioned speech on the many ways the magical world has failed in the last several generations to the detachment of Aurors about to descend on my home. Thankfully the dossier information kept us from being arrested. I expect I’ll have some questions to answer.”

Severus agreed with that. But oh, what he’d give to see a memory of Potter doing that.

“Apparently, some time in the middle of the night, Potter remembered you and came charging up to the front doors, hammering on them and shouting. By the time we got down to open them, as we’d sent the elf on duty to bed, he’d been joined by the Weasley boy and that Granger chit who were unsuccessfully trying to calm him down.”

Severus snorted at that, but carefully.

“Quite,” Lucius agreed. “As with anything involving Potters, we unfortunately devolved into farce. Potter, who apparently never washed despite battle and being covered in what looked like most of your blood, having hysterics in the entry, shouting teenagers, such a wonderful scene. Granger kept trying to take over and the Weasley kept trying to shove them both behind him. Thankfully, Granger gave Cissa what she needed to know to mount a rescue and Draco got Potter calmed down.”

Severus raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, he got an elf to bring some of that revolting tea you like, sugared it ‘til the spoon practically stood up, and barked at Potter that he’d either drink it or be stunned. Weasley didn’t like that much, but seemed mollified when Potter did as he was told. I confess that I don’t particularly like the way Draco looked at Potter, but I expect I shall have to bear up under whatever Draco tells us.”

Severus snorted again.

“Cissa, Granger, and I went to get you while Draco and Weasley handled Potter. You…Severus, if you ever do anything like that again I will kill you myself. You looked dreadful and it took all Cissa’s skill to drag you back from the brink. Your robes are a loss, I’m afraid. Our laundry elf burst into tears when asked if they could be saved.”

Trust Lucius to focus on something like robes.

“Then we spent the last three days not being arrested and keeping you from succumbing to your injuries. I think Draco has Potter ensconced somewhere. I believe I heard an argument with Weasley and Granger over that. Something about clearly no one else is taking care of him and he’ll let them know when they can visit.” Lucius sighed. “He’s like his mother.”

And, Severus thought, his father, who looked at a ragamuffin firstie and decided that clearly that child was his.

“I don’t want to hear one word from you.” Lucius tapped Severus gently on the nose, a fond smile softening his features. “You need sleep.”

He wanted to protest, to ask for the memory of Potter, covered in gore and having hysterics in the Hall, but he knew a futile gambit when he thought of one. Lucius could be as unbending as Merlin’s staff. He sighed.

“Yes, I know. If you behave for Cissa, we’ll share our memories.”

That would have to do. Severus let himself relax slowly, let the sandalwood and lavender of Lucius and Narcissa wash over him.

Home. They’d brought him home.

#severus snape #snapetober 2023

[piratefishmama]

Live to Serve (You) | Part 6

What followed was by far the most conflicting year of Steve Harrington’s life. On the one hand, he knew exactly what the touch of a woman felt like, it was nice, almost addictive, mind-numbingly good enough to just sink into and let his worries wash away for an evening, but on the other, Eddie seemed to hate him out of nowhere.

Probably for the best that he had all those pretty distractions to keep him busy because otherwise he might have just fallen into a spiralling depression because Eddie wouldn’t talk to him.

He’d be cordial and polite, he’d be respectful with titles, he’d never disrespect the crown, but gone were the lazy days in the library where Eddie would read to him in silly voices, gone were the adventures out in the fields chasing each other on horse back until the sun began to dip beyond the horizon, gone were the mornings where he’d wake to Eddie’s fingers in his hair, dull fingernails dragging a light pressure across his scalp, his deep velvety voice cooing his name to gently rouse him from slumber.

It felt like he’d lost a limb and every day dragged a little more than the one before it, sometimes, when he didn’t have company, he’d sit in bed until the earliest of hours just before the sun began its ascent, unable to sleep, pondering the whys with a deeply seated misery building in his chest because he knew Eddie had pulled away from him, had pulled so far out of reach that he couldn’t pin him down long enough to get an answer out of him as to why.

He was like smoke, slipping through his fingers and his mother only ever gave him a look of deep sympathy and sorrow whenever he asked for her help. An expression followed by a gentle “there’s nothing I can do, Steven… only you can mend this.”

“But how?” He’d ask, desperate for answers and she’d say the most frustrating thing possible in that moment,

“You must talk to him.” As if it were that easy. As if he hadn’t been trying to do that since that first day, since the morning after his eighteenth birthday when everything had changed out of nowhere.

So he tried other options. The maids, he’d fooled around with a few of them, always fun and eager to please, but none were more useful to him than Robin Buckley. One of the maids usually found taking care of the library, keeping it clean, keeping the books organized and in good condition, she knew Eddie! She didn’t respond to his attempts at flirting though, staring at him with an unimpressed expression that had him quickly floundering for another tactic.

She did take pity on him though, a hand held up to stop his fumbled attempt at saving face mid-way through his attempt “can I help you with something, your highness?” She asked, simple, straight to the point and the start to a brand-new friendship that made his Eddie problems just a little easier to bear. He had someone on his side, someone who could get to Eddie, someone who could try and plant the idea of forgiveness into his brain for a crime Steve didn’t know he’d committed.

She wouldn’t tell him why though. “I’m sorry, Steve” she’d shrug her shoulders “some things have to come from the person themselves, it’d never be right of me to tell you what’s going on with him no matter whether it’d help fix things quicker or not. It’s got to come from him.”

“That’s just… fine.” Awful. That was awful, and unfair, and cruel, and… honestly Steve loved her a little bit for it. She was on his side, but it seemed like she was still protecting Eddie.

“I might be able to get you alone together though.” And there was his chance.

It was one of the many guest rooms. It’d taken far too long for Robin to take pity on him to make this happen, far too long with her having servant solidarity to help him just enough to get him this one on one, but there Eddie was.

Nineteen years of age to his own eighteen, yelling at the door because Robin had locked it behind him leaving them all on their own in a room nobody used. At least the maids kept it maintained, the beds were always dressed in fresh linens and the fireplace was always stocked with dried logs for burning just in case a traveller came calling in need. The palace was large, with far too many rooms for a one child royal family.

There was always room for people in need. Always.

“Oh, I’m going to kill her, I’m going to kill her, bury her body in an unmarked grave in the woods, then dance on it.” Excessive, Steve thought, trying to keep the fond smile that threatened to grace his lips at bay. Gods he missed Eddie. He missed him so much.

He couldn’t get lost in fondness though, he had a mission to execute. “Uh-huh, and why are you so against being locked in a room with me? What have I done exactly?” He wished Eddie would just tell him, wished it hadn’t come to being locked in a room with the guy, but… drastic measures.

“I’d be against being locked in a room with anyone against my will” Eddie bit back “you’re not special, your highness.” Steve wished he could say he didn’t wince, but he did. Eddie had a sharp tongue, and he wasn’t afraid to use it, even against him.

“That’s another thing, this your highness crap, where the hell has that come from?” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, a feeble attempt to make himself feel stronger in the face of an angry Eddie “and the morning thing, which by the way, what the hell? You don’t even help me with my clothes anymore! Just breakfast’s ready and you’re gone! You know I hate breakfast first thing! And my mother hates my fashion sense!” Feeble, totally feeble things to throw at the other man but— he missed the smallest of things.

Everything Eddie had perfected over the years had been ripped away from him in one go, he missed things he hadn’t even known he could miss.

“You’re eighteen years old, Steven” another wince, eyes dipping to the floor, Steven, it’d been Steve since the day they met, how had things changed so much? “You should be able to dress yourself and manage your own breakfast schedule by now.”

“Steven? What the—okay. Okay, clearly I’ve done something wrong, so if you could just tell me, because I’ve wracked my brain and cannot for the life of me figure out what I could have done, I can fix it and get my stupid friend back.”

“I’m not stupid.”

“Oh my God, Eddie. Please. Please just tell me what I’ve done, I want my best friend back, and I don’t know how to get you back so can you please just tell me?” 

“This isn’t something you can fix, Steve.” At least it was Steve again, small miracles. “It’s… it’s just got to be this way, alright?” Nope.

“No, not alright, this isn’t alright, I did something, I know I did something, or I’m doing something cause you’d have forgiven me by now if I’d only done it once so… just tell me and I’ll stop.” Eddie just looked at him, his brows furrowed with… something, not anger, not irritation… something else, something that hurt Steve’s heart just to think about. Something that hurt him to think he’d caused it, but he couldn’t quit now. “You’re not getting out of this room until you tell me so you might as well just tell me.”

“You’re such a brat, Steve.”

“I’m royalty, it comes with the territory. This all started after my birthday, after that stupid hunt, did someone say something? Did I drink too much and say something to you?” No, no he didn’t, he knew he didn’t, he’d been sober all night and Eddie had been entertaining guests with the lute, god he’d been so pretty that night, he missed him, god he missed him— there had to be something. “Cause I dunno what I said but—”

“You didn’t say anything, Steve. You haven’t done anything wrong” Steve frowned in confusion and doubt “don’t—don’t look at me like that, you haven’t. This… what I’m doing? I’m doing it for me. I’m doing it to protect myself.” Protect himself? What in the world would he have to protect himself from? “And yes, it might suck for you that you now have to dress yourself but… it’s best if you just allow me to keep my distance.” Ugh, he didn’t get it, it wasn’t about the shallow small things, it was everything else!

“This isn’t about dressing myself, Eddie, Lord almighty, I’m—I want my friend back, I want to go riding with you” he missed the spectacular view of Eddie’s hair loose and beautiful, flowing in the wind as they rode through the fields, chasing each other on horseback, missed the way the sunlight caught the happiness that made his eyes glow in the summer sun “and listen to you read” he missed the voices, missed the way he’d turn boring words on a page into a theatrical masterpiece where if Steve just closed his eyes he could picture the people the voices belonged to in his minds eye. “I want to take you on hunts with me cause it’s shit out there without you” a privilege he’d not yet gotten, Eddie never having joined him on a hunt but… the idea of getting to share a tent, watching Eddie make shadow animals on the fabric walls using the lantern as his only source of light, coming up with stories to match how they moved in the light, he wanted it, he wanted it so badly. “I want to be able to tell you about life things, I want to watch you lace up my tunic cause I can’t do it myself” and getting to see Eddie’s eyes through thick lashes so close, god… it made his chest tight and his mouth dry and— “it’s always too tight, or too loose…” he licked his lips to dampen the drying skin “I just want you back and I don’t know how to do that so please, tell me how.”

“I can’t…”

“Why?” He felt like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but he couldn’t stop now, not when he was so close.

“Because it’s not fair! I can’t— I can’t justify it in any way that you’ll understand, in any way that’ll make what I’m doing sound fair to you because it’s not your fault, you haven’t done anything wrong, it’s me, it’s all me, I’m only human and it hurts so I’m protecting myself, please just let me protect myself, just… just call me selfish, or irrational, be mad at me for pushing you away for a bad reason, just… just let me go.”

“Not until I know what the reason is.”

“Ngghh, why? Why do you have to know?”

“Because you JUST said it’s hurting you…” he stepped closer, he knew this was like cornering a wild animal, but he needed to be closer, he’d spent years being held at arms-length and Eddie was right there, his resolve clearly crumbling bit by bit, just a little more, a little more. He’d been complacent for too long, he refused to let Eddie go again “I don’t want to hurt you, Eddie… I don’t want to be the one causing you pain, I don’t know what it is, but… if you tell me, I can fix it… I can make it better again, I can have my best friend back…”

“You can’t fix It, I don’t know how many times I’ll have to say it to get it through your skull, but you can’t.”

“I can try!”

“I wouldn’t ask you to! That wouldn’t be fair!”

“You’re being difficult.”

“You locked me in a room against my will and interrogated me, difficult is the LEAST I can do!”

“Ugh, will you just tell me, please?!”

“No!”

“Why?!”

“Because—Because—!” Something in his friend seemed to snap. He was close, so close, close enough to see the frayed edges of his last vestiges of patience and then it was gone, patience expired, however he didn’t choose violence, there was nothing violent in Eddie’s movements, even the grip of his hands on Steve’s jaw were surprisingly gentle even for the abrupt way he grabbed him.

And then lips. Soft, oh so impossibly soft lips, closed the short distance between them, it took Steve all of a second to catch up. Even if he hadn’t quite figured out what was going on, instinct alone told him to press that boy up against something firm and take his breath away, it was what he wanted, what Eddie apparently wanted and Steve would have given him anything within his power to do so, and as a prince that was unsurprisingly a vast amount of things, so if all he asked for was this, if the only request he had was to be consumed by a mutual want, then Steve would gladly give in.

It was messy, uncoordinated, but Steve made quick work of showing him everything he’d learned, taught through show, how to move his lips, how to lose himself in the hot slide of tongue across tongue. He took Eddie’s jaw within his hands just to gently coax him into the correct angle never once breaking the kiss to do it, only when Eddie’s hands left his own jaw to melt around his neck well, only then did he part from him, a white-hot lance of fire surging through his gut as Eddie tried in vain to chase, his cheeks flushed a warm beautiful pink, lips bruised and shining slick with spit, his pupils blown in a darkened want but eyes wide as though lust and panic fought in his mind for what he ought to be feeling.

“Wh-what...?” Steve breathed, lips still brushing those bruised, spit slicked, plump lips as he spoke “you...” he really didn’t need to ask questions, Eddie clearly wasn’t about to answer them if the building panic seemed to be overtaking the want, Steve didn’t ask any further questions, instead merely groaned out a soft “God, why didn’t you do this years ago?” Before reclaiming the lips he’d dreamed of for years.

Maybe he was being greedy, maybe he was rushing things by allowing his hands to dive for clothes, to fumble with the hem of Eddie’s shirt untucking it from his trousers just to feel the skin of his slender waist within his hands and pulling him closer, hips flushed to hips, maybe he was rushing what they’d have all the time in the world to explore but Steve had years upon years of desire, often repressed, often pushed down, bottled up, and hidden away but Eddie was there, his arms around Steve’s neck, fingers splayed into his hair, breaking the kiss to groan sweet music into the air around them, his head pressed back against the door with nowhere else to go.

Could anyone blame him for rushing?

Steve wasn’t deterred by the broken kiss, there was still so much skin to taste, a perfectly pristine, smooth column of pale skin beneath the cut of Eddie’s jaw just begging to be beautifully mottled with dark, colourful bruises born of desire and it was during the creation of one such beautiful bloom of colour that Eddie managed to gasp “S-Steve...” as his hands feebly gripped broad shoulders, Steve hadn’t even realised they’d left his hair. “Steve… I’ve never—w-we shou—” lord above, never. Never, not even once, his best friend, the boy he’d loved since before he knew what love looked like, had never even attempted to allow himself to be touched.

His mouth watered.

“Shhh” Steve shushed against Eddie’s neck, thumbs gently massaging circles into the dips of Eddie’s hips, “I’ve got you, you’ve looked after me for so long, Eddie... let me—let me take care of you for once.” So many things he wanted to try, so many things he’d had done to him.

So many pleasures Eddie deserved to receive.

He’d never just sat there and taken any of it, enjoyed, yes, greatly enjoyed but he’d learned too, he’d taken their attentions as lessons to be learned and while he’d never been an exceptionally gifted study, that was a subject he excelled at. He knew what he liked, knew how painted lips and talented tongues had reduced him to mush with nought but a saliva slick slide and just enough suction in a bid to impress him.

Not that he needed extra effort to impress. He’d lasted almost all of twenty goddamn seconds the first time, but as he dropped to his knees, not a position a prince should ever really find himself, but a position that still felt so right to be in in that particular moment, so he really didn’t care how long Eddie lasted.

They had all the time in the world, and lots to make up for.

Part: End

#PirateWrites #Live to serve (You) #ficlet #Medieval AU #yay Steve's POV #okay so #i know i said this'd be the end #but... this got longer than expected #so NEXT one will be the end lmao

[aina-otsuki]

Nico Di Angelo Headcanons!

Some of these are probably really weird. But just like go with the flow if it doesn’t make sense.

Headcanon #1 - Nico can draw really well. Just one look at it can make anyone feel as if they're actually there. He uses it as a coping mechanism since Tartarus. Will saw one of them once and was absolutely terrified. He wondered what it must have felt like actually being there like Nico had alone.

Headcanon #2 - Has nice and fancy handwriting. I mean Nico literally had an Ambassador for a grandfather. Nico is also really polite and cannot call any adult by their first name out of habit. But this is only because he respects them and if he feels really REALLY comfortable around them then he’ll call them by their first name. 

Headcanon #3 - When Nico was remodeling the Hades Cabin he probably asked for one of the Hecate campers to cast a spell on the cabin so it’s bigger on the inside. So there are a lot of rooms in the Hades Cabin. One of the rooms is a giant library with tons of books that Annabeth asks to read some of them. Nico also has some of Sally’s books in the library. Her books are some of his personal favorites.

Headcanon #4 - The Hades cabin (a.k.a. Nico) always has something special planned for Halloween. Nico plans out all the festivities he thinks would be cool or something he did as a kid. Camp Jupiter comes over for that week too. Whenever it’s Hallow's eve every camper comes out to the campfire. Nico then comes in with some spooky entrance and starts giving warnings to add effect to the story. Also for campers who might not be able to handle it. Mr. D and Chiron are always there to  supervise and Mr. D loves seeing some of the campers get scared. Like Nico uses his powers whenever he’s storytelling and chooses an unsuspecting camper for a certain scare. No one in both camps can deny that Nico is the best story teller for the occasion. Even the toughest Mars/Ares kids are scared.

Headcanon #5 - Nico probably has one of Bianca’s scarves from when they were kids and it was too big for them. Now it’s the perfect fit, the scarf is also jade green since Bianca loved the color. He mainly wears it when he’s in need of some comfort. Or when it’s really cold in the winter.

Headcanon #6 - Nico has a typewriter in his cabin. He also may write little short stories based on how he’s feeling. Since Italy is like the country of music. He also has a room that has a closet of cases filled with an instrument. He uses music to calm himself down like his mom used to do when he was a kid. Nico may have a diary but it looks like a normal book so, no one suspects a thing. He might have a pride flag (Will or Jason probably gave him) in his room.

Headcanon #7 - The Hades cabin has a huge Ball Room. Nico likes to go there when he feels like dancing. Hazel had come into the Hades cabin and was surprised by the amount of remodeling he did. Their cabin is a literal small castle because of the amount of rooms. He may have modeled Hazel’s side of the cabin or room now and when he showed her she started to tear up because it reminded her of the good things she had at home in New Orleans. 

Headcanon #8 - Nico has a record player or some speakers in his room. I don’t think anything else has to be said…

Headcanon #9- Nico thought it would be cool to have a recording studio so he makes covers of songs both old and modern. Of course he sometimes translates it to Italian at times and Hazel recorded him once on YouTube (or something else Idk point is she puts it on the internet) and it got tons of views so now he’s just a famous cover artist. One time he decided to write a song for Will and sang it for him on his birthday. Nico’s voice also has some vocals (If you know what I mean) when he sings. Like he can change his voice to sound like a girl or very deep and sound older. He can hit high notes and very low notes. Also because Nico’s slowly getting his memories I think he would remember lullabies his mom sang to him and sing them to new young campers who are like 7 or 10 years old when they have a nightmare or demigod dream. 

Headcanon #10 - He’s probably going to be the one filling in for Percy as the role model. So, newcomers are going to be scared of him at first but after a while they're confident enough to talk to him and they realize Nico’s actually a really fun or great person to be around. So now young campers are just going up to him telling him about their day. Or telling him about how they improved because of the advice he gave them. The campers might even be coming up to him just to compliment him on something he did a few days ago or in the past. Then Will’s just like “When did this happen?”. At first when campers started doing this Nico was freaking out but he got used to it after a few weeks or months. 

Headcanon #11 - Nico can cook and bake tons of stuff. So when he tried cooking for Hazel she just started smiling so much because of how much she loved it. Nico probably made a birthday cake for her at some point and everyone there to celebrate just ran up to him and started asking for his recipe. He probably remembers his mom’s cooking and just starts doing what he remembers her doing. (You know, like memorizing her actions and trying to do the same. Or um muscle memory. That’s how some people learned to cook. Looking at someone else cooking and then getting the ingredients and cooking.)

Headcanon #12 - When Nico is old enough to drink, he buys some wine. Once he tries it he realizes that it’s absolutely sh*t. So he just tells Will who’s with him that it sucks and starts ranting about what could have been done to make it better. 

Headcanon #13 - Nico has fairy lights in his room and he never turns on the normal lights because it ruins the effect the lights give his room. He refuses no matter how many times someone asks him too. He also has a hidden secret entrance into his room and he puts an underground system into every cabin. He put one in Hazel’s too just in case of emergencies. The underground system leads all over camp and outside into New York City. No one but He and Hazel know about this. He probably told Will about it and Will maybe asked him to put one in his cabin too. Then Hazel probably put the underground system in the Pluto cabin too.

Headcanon #14 - There’s a club for all the queer campers at Camp and I think Nico would be in the club. There isn’t much room in the cabins for all the members so, when Nico joins he offers to host it and everyone in the club is just in awe of how big and amazing the Hades Cabin is on the inside. He also lets any camper part of the club into the Hades cabin just in case they want some space or are outed during the school year. Nico probably tells the club about Cupid (Euros or whatever the mfs name is spelled) outing him and tells any of the younger campers in the club he understands how it feels. 

Headcanon #15 - I think he’s autistic. I also think he probably inherited this trait from Maria. This could be used in so many fanfics. I’ll write one if I have to…

Headcanon #16 - Nico learned how to sew because Hazel had ripped one of her favorite hoodies. So he put a little design when he sewed the hoodie back together. One day Hazel put it one when she was meeting Percabeth, Caleo, Jason and Piper (I forgot how to spell Jason and Piper’s ship name 🥲) with Frank. They all asked who did the design and when she said Nico did it. All of them were shocked they stood still for like a few seconds. Word spread around quickly about Nico’s sewing skills in Camp. Now whenever someone has ripped clothing they just go to Nico Di Angelo.

#nico di angelo #pjo headcanons #I don’t know what I’m doing to be honest

[spookysweet-heart]

Nancy Wheeler with a Visually Impaired Partner

As a Visually Impaired person I thought this would be cute to write. This doesn’t represent every Blind or Visually Impaired person. I‘m just writing my own experience with my disability for these head-cannons.

Nancy first sees you when you walk into the school's newspaper room accidentally.

"O-oh!  So sorry! Uh, I've been trying to find the counselor's office."

One of the students shouts out where it is but Nancy notices your white cane and instantly says she'll take you there herself.

"Thank you so much. My eyes are giving me a hard time this morning so theyre pretty sensitive and I had to resort to using my cane again."

"It's no problem, Im Nancy by the way. Nancy Wheeler."

"Nice to meet you, Nancy! Im (Y/n) (L/n)."

"Nice to meet you too. You said your eyes are sensitive? Can you still see?"

"Yeah to an extent. I just have low vision so I have to use a magnifying glass to read things or use my cane to help guide me when my eyes become sensitive to light."

Nancy nods and smiles stopping at one of the doors in the hallway. "Here's the counselor's office. If you need anything else I'd be happy to help."

You smile in her direction and nod "Actually, would it be okay if I sat with you during lunch? Being new is a little scary and you seem nice."

"Of course!  What class do you have before lunch?"

"Math with Ms. London."

"Looks like we have that class together. You can sit next to me if you'd like."

"That'd be great!"

After that day you and Nancy became close friends at first. She helped you in Math while you helped her in English. You told her despite your disability you have a passion for writing.

The day Nancy figures out that she likes you as more than a friend is when you two were hanging out at her place and you asked her to read you a new book you had got from the library the day before.

She was happy to read to you since she knew you were either tired or didn't want to use your magnifying glass.

You had laid your head on her lap and were excited to get into another great story but you couldn't help but fall asleep with how soft and cozy it felt to hear Nancy read to you.

Nancy realized you were asleep when she heard your soft snores. Smiling to herself, she put a bookmark where she left off and put the book aside on her nightstand.

Gently playing with your hair Nancy felt her cheeks get warm noticing that familiar feeling.

She asked you out the next week. You were all she could think about while trying to sort out her feelings.

Nancy is super sweet. She's always looking out for you.

She stands up for you when someone stares too long or says something about your cane or you in general if you take too long to do something because you're not able to see what's in front of you. 

She loves taking you out to drive-ins for movie dates.

She will cook dinner for you whenever she can and always gets excited when you cook for her. She especially loves when you bake for her. She says your cookies are the best and great when she needs a pick me up.

She doesn't mind if she needs to drive you around it gives her excuses to spend more time with you

Study dates are a must when exams are around. She's very understanding when you need to take breaks or stop for the day when your eyes get sore from studying so much.

Loves going shopping with you.

You two pick out some outfits for each other. Or just love trying on clothes with each other.

Nancy finds it relaxing and fun to do your make-up when she has the time.

Once chewed out Mike for being disrespectful when he commented about your cane and said you were the school's freak the first time you went over to her place for dinner.

Nancy's love language is quality time, gift giving, and touch.

Always loves spending time with you whenever she can. Again she doesn't mind driving you around or having your arm around hers when you need that little bit of guidance while walking around the mall.

Nancy buys you gifts, whether it's your birthday, Christmas, or just because she saw something you needed or reminded her of you.

You know Nancy is very vocal but in the moments when it's just you and her, she's mostly quiet and shows how she feels with physical touch. Squeezing your hand, light kisses, hugging, or holding you against her.

Overall Nancy loves the relationship you both built together.

She loves reading the stories you come up with in your free time. She thinks you're creative and is proud of you when you submit your stories to local contests.

You won't admit it but whenever you get a new book from the library you always ask Nancy to read it to you. Not because your eyes hurt or theyre tired but because you love hearing her voice.

#nancy wheeler #stranger things #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler headcanons #disabled reader #visually impaired! reader #stranger things 4

[amanufacturedheaven]

Study Apps 🧠

I’ve been using quite a few study apps lately, and I know most of these (if not all) are already wildly popular, but these have dramatically changed my routine and helped me accomplish my learning goals this year, so I figured I’d share regardless :). If you have any other helpful study-related apps in mind that aren’t on the list don’t be afraid to leave them in the replies! (I’ve also included a short description of what I personally use the app for, but I explore you to do you own research)

Note taking

✎ Notion

The entirety of my life is within the pages of notion

✎ OneNote

Amazing if you have an Apple Pencil & like to take handwritten notes

✎ Pages

Great for making mind maps and mood boards lol

✎ Docs

I write essays 24/7, so being able to jot down new information, ideas, points I think of at 3:00am and don’t want to have to open my laptop to write down, having google docs on my phone is a must.

Reading

✎ Dictionary.com

Self-explanatory, but if you have an iPhone/iPad you can create a word-of-the-day widget on your home screen to help improve vocabulary.

✎ Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Similar to the above, it also has quizzes and a word of the day function I really enjoy if I feel like I just can’t study today but still want to feel accomplished in learning something.

✎ Grammarly

Obviously great for checking grammar on schoolwork/essays, but as someone who gets overly paranoid about my grammar in emails/texts/posts it’s nice to have it on the go.

✎ Kindle

I personally use kindle to read my course textbooks/recommended reading, wherever, whenever.

✎ your local library app

So incredibly underrated, if your library has an app, use it. Mine also lets me use other apps under my library account (Libby, BorrowBox, etc..). Easily the most used app on my phone because I get nightsweats thinking about overdue books.

Learning

✎ TED

2023 has been the year of watching TedTalks.

✎ Skillshare

Great for learning something that has more of a personal touch (drawing, painting, writing, etc..) and I got my first month free!

✎ Duolingo

Even if you’re not the biggest Duolingo fan, it really got me into the routine of language learning.

✎ Coursera

Online learning courses from a plethora of different colleges/universities (if your curious on what the structure of the American Ivy League is like, but don’t actually want to go to America or attend the Ivy League, 10/10). Some courses you can also take for college credit, or for free. Of course, these courses can be viewed on a universities website if you have a specific one in mind, but this is a great resource to have them all in one place on my phone.

✎ edX

Similar to Coursera.

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#academia #studyblr #bibliophile #uni #bookblr #books #studyspo #uni studyblr #study #studystudystudy #study hard #studyspiration #studyblr community #study notes #notes #dictionary #university #apps #college #university studyblr #studyinspo #study tips #studying #study blog #student #honest studyblr #chaotic academia

[hqmillioncorn]

FFXIVWrite Day thirty: Amity

“My name is            .  I’m a little different from other people. I can pass through walls and talk with other people. I’m alive but at the same time I’m not? I think that makes me different. I have a little sibling! I take care of them and make sure they’re safe! I haven’t seen them in a long time but I still have to make sure they’re okay. I remember what they look like! So I will find them! If I just keep looking. I heard that they were a little sad before we last talked. I want to make sure they’re okay!  …My name is           .”

Tilika could still remember how excited Babycorn was when she had agreed to come with her on a trip to the library. Apparently Babycorn had put it together that because Tilika was so smart she must really like to read books a lot. It also helped that Tilika tended to read books while at home, sometimes even walking while reading at the same time. 

Babycorn would have to yell at her whenever she was about to crash into a wall or furniture. 

All that being said, when the day of the library visit finally came, Tilika was a little suspicious when Babycorn reminded her not to forget to take her sword and shield. 

Tilika found that a little strange but it wasn’t too terribly odd for Babycorn herself to be sidetracked on days where she went out by herself and asked to do things for other people. Most of those things she was asked to do involved having to fight so it made sense.

It was totally normal for Babycorn to bring her scythe and staff with her.

It was at the point when Tilika and Babycorn found themselves walking in Idyllshire that she began to have some bigger suspicions. Tilika had heard some things about this place, a city that the Sharlayans developed then subsequently decided to flee it altogether. 

Babycorn explained to her that a lot of other people had tried to salvage any treasures from there and eventually decided to move in since it was empty. “I see. Well it’s nice that people could find a home here!” Tilika looked around. Taking note of a drawing on a wall that had two people on there that looked very familiar.

Before she had the chance to think more about it, Babycorn led her by the hand towards the outside of the settlement.  “Let’s go! Let’s go!!”

At one point Babycorn had told Tilika they would be flying the rest of the way to the library. Tilika decided that this still made sense, maybe Babycorn had just gotten tired of walking and just wanted to take it easy for the rest of the trip. 

After grabbing onto a bunch of balloons and seeing the area below them it was pretty clear now why Babycorn had wanted to fly the rest of the way. There was an entire section of a bridge missing right behind where Babycorn had landed them. Along with a lot of stairs that led to the ground below them. That also explained a lot. 

“Ta-da!! The Great Gubal Library!!” Babycorn proudly spread her arms and gestured towards the building still a ways in front of them. 

“The Great Gubal Library?!” 

“Yeah!”

“The same one that the Sharlayan’s made?! The same one filled with countless upon countless of tomes that could hold priceless amounts of knowledge?!” Tilika had heard of it and knew it was still standing but she never in a million eons would have imagined Babycorn knew about it. Let alone could get in it.

“I think that’s what Y'shtola said! So yeah!”

“The same Great Gubal Library that’s been abandoned for years and is probably crawling with animals that moved in because there was nothing stopping them?!”

“And a bunch of voidsent!!” Babycorn paused, “I think that’s what they are! I’m not sure!” 

Tilika gulped, taking her sword in one hand shield in the other. 

In the end, Tilika didn’t have much to worry about, when it came to her and Babycorn’s safety at least. Both of them were freely able to wander the library at their leisure despite the clear signs that they were not alone in here. Tilika was even able to sit down and skim a book or two while not having to worry about anything ambushing her.

Instead Tilika’s worries were placed on just how easy it was for Babycorn to cut down anything that stood in front of her way. 

Most of the time all it would take was one or two swings from her scythe to defeat whatever weird animal or living object decided to try and attack them. 

Was Babycorn really that strong? At some point it looked like the creatures living here even realized that there was no point in trying to fight them, so most just started to avoid them altogether. 

‘Of course she’s that strong idiot! She’s the Warrior of Light! She’s fought primals, you saw her!’ Is what Tilika kept telling herself. But it was hard for her to believe that the same Babycorn who she had seen accidentally sticking herself up on the roof when mixing pancake batter was the same Babycorn who was known and feared across the world as the warrior of light.

Then again, at the same time, it made perfect sense.

Somehow.

“Tili-Tili!” Babycorn came running up, “Did you find a cool book?” Babycorn was carrying a bunch of other books in her arms. Tilika noticed that she had dropped a lot more other books on her way running here. “I found a lot of them with a lot of complicated words! You know about those right?”

Tilika smiled, “You could say that.” Right now she was just skimming through one that was pretty much just a cookbook. But Tilika was the type of person who just loved learning anything about everything. 

“Did you know that the garleans have a different name for each level of hierarchy?” Tilika said, referencing one of the other books she had picked up.

“Wow! Cool!” Babycorn had no idea what Tilika was talking about but she still wanted to support her. “I think this one is about dragons!” Babycorn waved a book in the air, “Cause it’s got a dragon on the cover!” 

Just as Tilika was going to ask her what else she noticed about it, she saw Babycorn drop the book to the ground. “Babycorn?” She noticed that her cousin was staring far off into the distance, right past her. Tilika looked behind her just in time to notice a shadow turning around the corner and running away. 

Babycorn ran right after it. “Babycorn wait!” Tilika cried out, but Babycorn had already turned the corner after the mysterious shadow. “Babycorn!” She grabbed her sword and shield hanging at her side and brought them out. 

Tilika had a bad feeling about this. It was good to be prepared.

It didn’t take a lot of running for her to catch up to Babycorn. “Babycorn?” She found her cousin knelt down in front of a pile of books. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Tilika kept a tight grip on her sword, just in case. 

“I’m fine!” Babycorn pointed at the pile of books in front of her, “I think there’s someone in there!”

“Is it someone dangerous?” 

Babycorn shook her head, “I don’t think so. Look!”

Tilika looked at where Babycorn was pointing but she still couldn’t quite see what she was looking at. 

That was until a small backpack peeked out at her from under the pile of books. 

“Oh!” Tilika was almost surprised at what she was seeing. Though considering that she had seen both living tomes and inkwells inside this library, the shock of seeing what looked like a living backpack wore off pretty fast. 

“Hi!” Babycorn stepped forward, “My name's Babycorn! Who are you?” 

The backpack wiggled their arms around. At least, Tilika thought those were arms. It had a mouth with big sharp teeth but no matter how much their mouth moved she couldn’t hear any words coming from it. From the way Babycorn was also staring blankly at them, it was safe to say she couldn’t hear anything either.

“I think their name is Hungstla!” Babycorn picked the backpack up and didn’t even jump when the backpack wrapped its straps around her. “Ha ha! That tickles!!” 

Or maybe she had heard something?! That was odd but not the weirdest thing about Babycorn.

“I guess it's friendly…” Tilika put her weapons away and walked closer to look at the weird friend that Babycorn had made. “Hello there! My name is Tilika!” Having known Babycorn for nearly two years now, Tilika had found herself more accepting to talking to supposedly inanimate objects. Because most of the time, they were not inanimate.

Tilika held out her hand and the backpack gladly shook it. 

“And it’s polite wowie!” 

“Can we take them with us?!” Babycorn pleaded, holding her hands together and looking up at Tilika. The backpack also looked at Tilika, with huge pleading eyes. Somehow.

‘Wow she’s wasting no time.’ Tilika saw this coming. Normally Tilika would be a little apprehensive about letting something like a magical sharp-toothed backpack live in her home but it couldn’t possibly be any less dangerous than the other things that lived with her and Babycorn. 

“Well I mean, if you want to! It’s up to you!” It’s not like she was her mom or anything.

Hungstla seemed to understand that she would be able to come along and happily wiggled around. “Aw, look at them go!” Tilika laughed, “It's kinda cute isn’t it?” 

“Really cute!” Babycorn hugged Hungstla tighter. Then Hungstla used their arms to reach down into its own mouth. To everyone’s surprise it pulled out what looked like a freshly baked chocolate cake. 

“Woah!!” Babycorn was drooling, “That looks delicious!!”  

“What.” 

Tilika tried to wrap her head around how something like that could even be possible. Unless there was a bakery in here that they missed (which would be impossible to do if Babycorn was here) there was no way a backpack that had been in here for who knows how long would have food inside it that looked that good.

It defied all explanation.

That settled it, somehow this weird backpack and Babycorn were meant to meet each other.

#ffxivwrite2023 #Babycorn #Tilika #hooraaaayyy #i gave hungstla one of the backstories of my oc she doesnt have a name because i always forget it #i did write it down but damn i always lose it #she has a little sibling named Nikki :) #anyway babycorn makes a friend yaaaay #hungstla can do magic tricks :) and make food its all just down there in a vaccuum

[sandberglamm69]

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[humanjadewingletaskblog]

Chapter 1: Moon

“It’ll be fine, Moon.” Her mother said as she was about to be checked in.

She was super nervous.

There were people everywhere.

Breathe Moon. She kept thinking to herself.

She walked up to one of the front desk ladies.

She chose the one wearing a bright yellow dress and mid-length wavy blonde hair. 

“Hi…” Moon muttered quietly under her breath.

“Hello! My name is Ms. Sunny, and I am the ninth grade student services teacher. I go by my first name as my mother also works at this school and uses our last name because we didn’t want to make anything confusing!”

“Okay..?”

“What’s your name and grade little one?”

“Moonwatcher Bright, grade 9.”

“Alright! Thank you for checking in Moonwatcher! Would you like help getting to your room or would you like me to help guide you there?”

Moon looked at her mom, panic across her face.

“You can do it Moon, I’m available through call, text, and facetime whenever you need.”

“I’m going to miss you…”

“I’ll miss you too…”

Moon knew it would be hard for her mom to accept the fact that she was leaving. 

When she was really young her parents went through a nasty divorce. Leaving just Moon and Secretkeeper on their own.

She didn’t want to leave her mom, she knew how sad she would be and she didn’t want her mom to be sad.

“Moon, I’ll come pick you up for every break, maybe a weekend every once in a while.”

“Okay…”

Moon and Secretkeeper hugged, it lasted a long few seconds.

“Call me when you need me.”

All of a sudden, her mother was gone, leaving her with just Ms. Sunny.

“Sooo, want me to escort you to your room or no?”

“Please, please do.”

Ms. Sunny started typing at her computer.

“Ah, Room 308, you’ll be sharing with Kinkajou. Oh! Kinkajou! Kinkajou is my friends foster daughter!”

“Is she nice?”

“VERY! She is a very extroverted rambunctious girl. You two will get along, she will make sure of it.”

Moon followed Ms. Sunny up to her room.

“Come find me if you need anything.” Ms. Sunny said.

“I will.”

Moon opened up the door to the room, the left had a couch and a table, in front, a private bathroom, and to the right, a closet and a set of bunkbeds. 

She set her bags on the bottom bunk, the top bunk seeming to already have glitter on it, although she couldn’t see anybody in the room.

She started looking around, no one to be seen.

She thought she was alone, until:

“BOO!” Someone screamed.

Moon jumped and looked behind her to see a short girl with bright pink ponytails behind her, beaming.

“HIIII, YOU MUST BE MY ROOMMATE! MY NAME IS KINKAJOU SUỐI! WHATS YOUR NAME?”

“Oh! Um, hi. Uh, um, I’m Moon.”

“Nice to meet you Moon! What are you into? Do you like cooking? Art? Music?”

“Cooking yes, not a big fan of art, definitely music.” 

“What kind of music? I’m in band this year so I like to play it. I play trombone!”

“You’re in band?”

“If you think band kids are weird just know you CERTAINLY won’t be able to get away from ME!” She pointed to herself.

“No, no. It’s just that I uh am also in band…andmaybepotentiallypossiblyplayadifferentinstrumentandihopeitsnotweirdthatweplaydifferentthings…” She blushed awkwardly.

“WHAT?! NAHHH, ITS FINE! What do you play? Wait no, let me guess. Clarinet? Saxophone? TUBA???????”

“Flute…”

“OH MY GOD HOW DID I NOT EXPECT THAT OF YOU, YOU EMIT SUCH LARGE AMOUNTS OF FLUTE PLAYER ENERGY! WILL YOU USE ONE OF THE SCHOOLS? DO YOU ALREADY HAVE ONE? I HAVE TO BORROW ONE FROM THE SCHOOL!”

“I have my own, a nice quality one my mom got me for my 12th birthday.”

Why did I share so much, why did I do that, that was an awful idea, I want to go home. Moon thought.

“THAT’S REALLY COOL! YOU LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO WOULD READ A LOT, DO YOU READ A LOT? DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE LIBRARY? THE LIBRARIAN IS REALLY NICE MY FOSTER MOM IS FRIENDS WITH HIM!”

“Oh! Sure,”

#wings of fire fanfic #wof #wings of fire #wof fanfic

[feijoaaas]

nobody cares about this but i just gotta say it somewhere so i can fucking fall asleep already because it’s 03.22am

i’ve been working like a beast to try and finish off the exams and tasks that must be completed before i can get student loan again, found out monday that i’m missing a meekly 1,5 credits to get my next loan and if i don’t get it in this week then the first cheque of the term is obliterated into thin air never to be seen again, because you have 4 weeks from when the semester starts to accomplish your credits and if you haven’t done it in those four weeks then you don’t get any loan for that period and can’t get any until the week after your grades have been reported

it’s.. it sure is a system but hey some of that money is just free money that i get for being a student and i never have to pay that back so like. obviously i want the free money, along with the loan so i can pay bills and y’know. live a little

these credits are from a class in english that i took last term but i barely passed half the credits and now it’s a race to amend them. which isn’t all that easy because you can’t amend your credits whenever you feel like it, just in the spaces of the re-exam period (which thank god is still ongoing) but even so teachers at uni here usually have a three week grading period. and i have three days. until i can say bye bye to a lot of money.

so up until monday and including half of monday i thought i “just” had to do a 1000 word essay on a short story, THEN i was made aware that i had to do the essay and read two novels and answer questions about those, none of which i’ve read yet. one of them doesn’t even exist in libraries so i’d have to literally purchase it and that’s just not on my agenda right now

realising that i had slim to no chance at being able to manage that, i checked to see if i could finish another task or exam instead, and yes i could do a powerpoint oral presentation on a chosen accent and talk about phonemes and phonetic assimilation and elision and vowels and a brief history of the country and i was uhh fuck but okay. so that’s what i spent monday evening and all of today tuesday doing. i didn’t even have breakfast until 5pm when i was done and had sent the whole thing in for grading

however the person grading that turned out to be another person than who was gonna grade the essay and the novel questions, and that person has been really helpful when i’ve emailed her and told me to let her know when i’d handed in the essay and she’d have a look at it right away. that obviously doesn’t mean i’d get a pass but it’s at least nice to know there are teachers that try to be helpful

the other teacher that i ended up emailing today to explain my situation to (i need to get 1,5 credits by friday ideally, what can i do, i know it’s unreasonable to ask but can i let you know when i’ve submitted the presentation so you can have a look at it asap?) ended up feeling much less forthcoming and even though i finished the presentation and submitted it i’m not entirely sure i’ll get a pass on it. i hope so, but the other classmates had more thorough presentations where they had more examples of all sorts of things, diphthongs and connected speech and h-dropping and consonant phonemes and while i guess my pres was okay, it wasn’t as thorough as some of the others (we had to watch each other’s and give feedback on them).

so at the end of the evening i ended up going back to start on the 1000 word essay even though i realised there’s no way i’ll be able to get it all done, not to mention i have a 700 word essay to be done by thursday for the class i’m currently taking because thats gonna be discussed in a study group with my classmates so it can’t be a rough draft, it has to be actually finished

but then i remembered. the teacher who was forthcoming told me already a month ago when i brought it up that i needed to amend my credits, that i could do an oral presentation for more credits than what i’m currently lacking

and that presentation is different to the one i finished today, which actually had to be semi-decent and thorough

this other presentation, all i have to do is read a short story and then do a 5 minute oral presentation about what it’s about and what the underlying themes are and what the protagonist is going through

it doesn’t have to be formal or academic and i don’t have add citations with referencing and have a thesis statement and make sure my lines are indented and god knows what else all the things you have to have in an essay, and that’s not even counting the words and for it to make sense and be decent

i just have to yabber on about a short story for 5 mins while i record my screen and yabadabadoo i’m fucking good to go my maties. it’ll probably take me longer to actually put together the presentation than anything else, powerpoint and me are not friends but ah, i am feeling really positive that i can get a grade if not tomorrow then at least thursday because like shawn said: i can only fail up, with this

literally legend. anyway that’s everything i had to get out of me.

fingers crossed i get not one but two grades by thursday at the latest, because i need those credits regardless but extra much right now

and the story i gotta read that i’ve chosen is the purple elephant?? was it? by orwell?

anyway that’s all peeps, thank you and goodnight

#it’s a long rant about my grades and school and nothing more serious than that

[bynumschultz]

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