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harmoonix · 4 months

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Short solar return observations

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H a r m o o n i x

*This chart has nothing to do with your natal chart, Solar return charts happen every year *only* after your birthday. Not before, so make sure to make your solar return chart only after your birthday has passed* 🪽☀️

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Saturn in the 7th house = Relationships can be a struggle or hard to understand for you this year. You may spend some time alone thinking of your past relationships and healing yourself (for those who may have been broken up)

Sun in the 1st house = You got a lot of focus upon yourself this year. You may shine this year and everything looks nice for you

Pluto in the 4th house = Maybe moving from your home/house somewhere else? Intensity and changing in your family members lives

Venus in your 10th house = You can experience a good glowup this year. Maybe at your job or workplace (if you work) maybe you met a lover this year at your job

Mars/Lilith/Saturn or Pluto in the 11th house = May bring fake friends or arguing with your friends a lot this year, be careful to not get betrayed by friends

Sun in the 6th house = You have to focus a lot on yourself this year, maybe on your needs and on your health is very needed. You may also look for a job to work for or you may adopt a pet

Moon in the 8th house = You can find yourself being very intense and moody this year, you may be surrounded by people who have been hurt by others this year and you can help them

Uranus in the 7th house = You can met unexpected people this year, or even having relationship with them. It may be any kind of relationship. You can end up with an unexpected circle of people

Aries/Leo Moon = You can gain a lot of confidence this year, trusting yourself more everyday and get stronger day by day

Gemini Rising/Mercury/Moon = You can find yourself being more communicative and more social this year, you can end up with having good conversations with others and gain a good social life

Sagittarius Mercury in your Solar Return chart can indicate learning a new language or having a passion towards learning a new language in that year

Having your solar return chart with the same placements as you natal chart can indicate that the specific year may be an easy year for you

Pisces Moon/Venus in your solar return chart can indicate a lot of love towards your passions, whatever passion you have make sure to follow it and to complete it

Leo Rising in your solar return chart can indicate a big glow up about the way you view yourself in that specific year, you can change a lot of things about yourself

Aquarius Venus or Aquarius in the 7th house can indicate meeting a lover online or having an online relationship that year, maybe even making friends in online

Cancer Moon/Cancer Rising can indicate spending more time with your mother in that year, like having a good bound between a mom - child relationship

Jupiter in the 9th house in your solar return chart can indicate good grades in your school. Having luck at your school/highschool/university etc but also traveling a lot in that year

Venus - Chiron aspects in your solar return chat indicate healing yourself and the traumatic episodes that may happened in the past.

Saturn in the 1st house = Can indicate a fear about their appearance or maybe an insecurity about the way they look, you'll improve yourself a lot when you have this placement in your solar return chart

Virgo Moon/Virgo Rising can indicate that you may tend to focus on work and on your health, but also you can be quite criticizing that year, you can blame yourself a lot when you have this placement

Aries/Mars in the 4th house = Intensity around their family, you may have arguments often in your house but there can also be that you spend less time with your family that year

Sun/Venus in the 11th house= Attracting a lot of friends or you just tend to be more into friends relationships in that specific year. Good relationships

If you work or have a job and you have Venus in you 2nd house in your SR chart you can make good money that year, you can actually be blessed financially

Jupiter in the 11th house can indicate a desire that may come true year. 11th house is also the house of desires/wishes and Jupiter will expand that way more

Pluto/Neptune in the 12th house in your SR return chart can indicate you can experience weird dreams that year, some of them can be signs from your spirits

Sagittarius Moon in your SR can mean that you may start a journal/album that year, the subject can be about whatever happens in your life in that current year

Lilith in the 1st house in your SR chart can attract a lot of envy from people that year, you may look very attractive in this specific year and that can create envy around you

Jupiter in the 2nd house in your solar return chart can indicate having luck with money and your finances.

Hekate (100) in the 12th house in your solar return chart can indicate you can have a very powerful intuition that year or you can be more aware of your spirituality

Pluto/Lilith in the 6th house can cause questions about your health in that year so if you have these placements in your SR chart make sure to call a doctor for a body check

I have seen people worrying about having Jupiter in the 1st in their SR return charts saying they can gain weight, which at some circumstances it can be right but it can show a good development of your personality that year

Moon - Saturn harsh aspects in your SR return chart can indicate being a bit anxious that year about some specific thing happening in your life or a fear that you have to let out

Mars - Moon aspects in your SR return chart can mean that you may develop string emotions like anger and frustration that year. You may need to calm down a bit when it's happening in that year

Mercury in the 5th house = Can be a good year to make a good impression about yourself in case you had bad impressions in the past

Sun in the 7th house in that year can prioritize relationship a lot, you may met someone who you may prioritize or be obsessed with that year

Mars/Saturn in the 1st > If you decide to do gym in this specific year, it can help you to gain some muscles easier, also a lot of personality development

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✦ ✧ - Good day to everyone, have you ever checked your solar return? Your solar return will predict what happens in that specific year for you, and here I made some observations of some placements I met through some people charts, there are not quite a lot but I will make more parts of this in the future 🔜✨

✨ Have a blessed day and a very very very warming mood to be around you during this wonderful day ✨

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cassiopeiasdaughter · 7 months

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Theodore Nott x fem!reader

warnings: language, mentions of stress and an existential crisis? not proofread

summary: you are stressed and tired from being the one that takes care of everyone, and a concerned Slytherin boy wants to help

this was requested by @lalalenka and Paula 💛 for my celebration Theodore masterlist

When did life get so heavy? When did play dates turn into study sessions? When did begging your mom to check for monsters under your bed, turn into you crying into your pillow over your worries and fears? When did reality start feeling so real?

You think about that often, especially at nights, when your friends are asleep and you can remove the mask you wear, the face of happiness and optimism. You don’t have to play the part of the person who has everything under control when you are alone, you can be yourself, lost and afraid.

You are currently sitting in the Great Hall, waiting for your friends to come down for breakfast, start yet another busy day together. You woke up earlier today, exam season is coming up and sleep is something you struggle with, during those times. You know, your friends always wake up too late, that’s why you’ve grabbed their favorite pastries from the breakfast table, so you can hand them later on your way to class. It’s peaceful like this, sipping your coffee alone, planning your day as you eat; quietly going over everything you need to do-

“Are you alright?”, you hear a voice interrupting you from your thoughts

It’s Theodore Nott, you realize as you raise your head. Theodore, Theo is not a friend of yours. He is a boy from your year, a Slytherin, that you occasionally talk to during class.

You see him at the library almost everynight, you two are always the last ones to leave. Your study dates, as you like to call them, began during 5th year; when you were hunched over a tome of Arithmancy begging yourself to understand, what the passage in front of you was saying, but failing miserably. That’s when you felt his hand on your shoulder, asking, if you accidentally cast a spell on yourself.

“I can’t understand anything.”, you remember whining and he spent the night tutoring you. You offered him help in DADA, in return and you ended up studying together for your OWLs. You like to think that you passed with good grades thanks to him, but he doesn’t agree.

Theo, is someone you feel calm and safe enough around to not fake your feelings or thoughts, most of the times, at least. Again, he isn’t your friend, but he isn’t a stranger or a mere acquaintance either. What he is exactly, that you can’t answer.

“I’m fine, why?”, you reply looking at him confused

“You’ve run out of bread for your butter.”, he says taking a seat across from you.

You stare down and see that you’ve been spreading butter on a slice of bread for so long that you’ve made a hole in the middle, with crumbs all over your plate.

Before, you can say or do anything he places a large piece of toast in front of you, with butter and blueberry jam, just how you like it.

“See you later.”, he calls out as he leaves, not giving you the time to thank him.

You spend breakfast with a smile on your face, your day suddenly feeling warmer and brighter.

“Goodmorning!”, you hear your best friend singing, while she wraps her arms around you and takes a seat.

“Morning to you too.”, you say laughing and hand her her favorite chocolate cake the one that always runs out first.

“What would I do without you?”, she says cheeks stuffed and crumbs falling everywhere- a sight that makes you laugh and always reminds you how much you love her.

“Probably still wandering around the forbidden forest.”, you say laughing, and cutting a corner from her cake

“That was ages ago, please let it go.”

“Never, now come on, we’ll be late.”, you giggle at her protests and drag her to class.

Theo isn’t brave or daring, if he were, his friends wouldn’t be giving him such a hard time about his crush and his approach, the lack of action mainly.

“You keep going like that, you won’t be in the friend zone, you’ll be in the study buddy zone, which is far force.”, Blaise warned him. But what was he to do about that? You had different friend groups and your schedules didn’t match. Was he supposed to just ask you to Hogsmeade out of the blue?

“Yeah so this is the proper movement for the spell, now what are you doing Saturday?”, no way would he ever say that.

“Yeah, you’ll be associated with Ancient Runes Theo, no one finds that hot.”, Pansy commented- to which he responded with an eye roll.

“Maybe, I don’t want to do something about it.”, he said to his friends

“Keep pining then.”, Draco replied

“Maybe I will.”, and with that he stood up and left, wanting to take a walk and clear his thoughts, ignore his friends and their unfortunately correct but not practical opinions. It was fine, he would get over it and he would be fine.

He would not be fine, he told himself as soon as he saw you, second time for today; laughing with your friends- pestering them to drink water- running around with bottles in your hands.

His eyes light up by the way you giggle as you talk to them, maybe you are telling a story- he can’t understand, but your gestures and facial features- the way you look; alive and loud and beautiful, they send shocks down his spine.

He knows it’s cheesy and stupid, but to him you are the sun. You are warm to others, always making your friends laugh- you take care of them, sometimes to the point of neglecting yourself. But, you are loving and kind and you light up any place you step into. It’s a shame, really, because he is nothing like the sun- he is dark and reserved, but still, your light doesn’t blind him, it could never.

“Hi Theo.”, you wave as he passes by, in a much better mood than you were this morning and he waves back with a smile, taking longer strides to leave your eyesight and maybe hide in a broomcloset?

It was getting really late and you were still in the library studying. You had so much homework and revising to do, and at some point you needed to tutor third years and prepare for dueling battles. Everything was too much, and you had no one to help you. You didn’t know how to ask your friends for help, you’d spent the past six years being the responsible one- the mom friend, you had everything under control and cared for others. The roles couldn’t be reversed now. But, it made you feel so alone, the alienation adding another weight on your chest.

“Hey.”, you hear Theo’s voice, in a soft whisper and raise your head to look at him, his books are closed and stacked in front of him, signaling he is getting ready to leave.

You spent all afternoon studying together, and it had started fine- you felt productive for the first hour, but after a while, words had stopped making sense.

“It’s really late, do you want to leave the rest for tomorrow?”

“I have one chapter left, you don’t have to wait for me, g-goodnight.”, you dismiss him with a smile

But he doesn’t leave and you look at him with eyebrows raised high.

“One chapter.”, he whispers innocently lightly holding his hands in front of him, before he opens up a book, pretending to study.

You scoff at that and lower your head once more, to the passage in front of you. Letters are dancing in the page taunting you- catch us, they say, try to make sense of this. You are tired and Theo looking at you, concerned, isn’t helping your brain focus. You wait five, maybe seven minutes before you let out a quiet groan and say, “Fine, lets go.”, meeting Theo and the stupid satisfied look on his face.

The way back to your dorm is quiet, you are both tired from schoolwork and the lack of sleep is another crack on the mask you wear near others. You bite down at your lip nervously, as you think all of the work you didn’t get done, and all the extra homework you’ll have to finish tomorrow. You think of your friends and the parties they are begging you to go to and the Hogsmeade outings you’ve missed due to being exhausted. You think of their grades and how easy it is for them to succeed, while you spend hours in the library and still fail. You think about the future and how you don’t know what you want it to look like, and you think about life and how small you seem compared to the world.

You don’t feel the tears that slide down your cheeks, or the water in your eyes- blocking your sight. You understand you’re crying, only when a sob escapes your mouth, one that has been begging to come out for the longest time. After that, it is inevitable for you to break down, not caring about Theo and what he’ll think of you, or about the prefects who’ll come running thinking there’s been an accident in the hallways. But he calls your name, and that ruins you even more.

“‘M sorry.”, you whine- crying and turn your body away from him, lowering yourself on the ground wishing you could disappear.

“What is it? Is it that stupid Potions chapter? I’ll help you with that, don’t cry over that.”, he says panicking, kneeling behind you.

“No, no, it’s not- it’s everything. It’s all too much.”

“What is?”, he asks calmly, placing a hand on your shoulder hesitantly- you don’t tense at his touch, your body relaxes and you turn around- your face wet and red staring at him.

“Everything; school, life, everything.”, you whimper, “I have so much to do, but I can’t- I can’t. And everyone expects me to have everything under control, but I don’t, and I can’t do it anymore.”, you exclaim placing your head in the palm of your hand.

“No one expects you to have everything under control, it’s- it’s impossible to do.”

“Yes, they do! If I am not there for everyone, if I let them see how lost I feel, they-”

“They'll what? Leave you?”, he asks shaking his head at what you’re saying

“No, yes, maybe, I don’t know. They won’t be able to handle it- I am sure.”

“Even if that were true.”, he says slowly, releasing your head from your hands, urging you to look at him, “If you can’t let your friends see, then you can show me. You can talk to me, don’t keep all that inside. There are enough self-sacrificing idiots in the Gryffindor Tower, we don’t need one more.”, he jokes and you let out a small laugh

“Why would you want to be bothered with my issues?”

“I- you, you don’t have to always be the person who cares for everyone, you can-should be the one cared for.”

“Why?”, you ask again, the air shifting between you into something different. Something that moves the pain from your chest and turns it into butterflies in your stomach.

“Ah- well-“, he let’s out a breath, “- because I- I like spending time with you, and I want to be there for you, besides, I can handle anything you shoot at me.”, he finishes; his face red and sweaty.

You have stopped crying now, your vision is still blurry and your breath uneven- but something inside you has changed. As if, a bright light has found it’s way inside, providing hope and something new- something you haven’t felt before, but desperately want to keep.

“Thank you.”, you say softly and let him help you up, you two resuming your walk but with a different destination this time.

“Come.”, he says and offers his hand- which you gladly take, letting him guide you wherever.

You walk outside, and let the cool air hit you- ground you. It’s late at night, you are at Hogwarts, near the lake, you are at your 7th year and next to you, stands Theodore Nott, your study partner Theo. The Slytherin boy- that looks handsome but has no clue, the brilliant Theo, who always helps you out and is willing to listen. Theo, who is still holding your hand while pointing at stars and constellations with his other. Theo, who smells like pine and fireplace, as you lean against him and listen to his voice. Theo, who you can count on and thanks to whom you know it will be okay. Everything will be okay.

A/N: life will be okay with or without Theo Nott, you all deserve to be happy and loved, just needed to remind y'all :)

Theo taglist: @avalynlestrange @spacecadet16 @lucy-is-never-logical @aleviia @marina468 @annaisabookworm @liarajoah @notasadgirlipromise @pariseffer @unlikelysadgirl @ktz-bb @lizisthecoolest

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chronicallycouchbound · 9 months

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Intelligence Doesn't Equal Morality

Intellect is rooted in ableist systems and stupidity and intelligence are pointless social constructs that don't relate to morals or character.

I try to be a pretty good person, I fight for human rights, I regularly engage in mutual aid, and I care for my community. I try to do the right thing and support causes I care about and make positive changes in the world.

But I also am not very smart. I have several neurodevelopmental disorders, as well as cognitive disabilities. I can’t do simple, basic math, it’s hard for me to remember facts or algorithms, I rely entirely on spellcheck and speech-to-text to write, I failed many classes in high school and I barely passed with a low GPA, I had low pSAT scores and I never took the SATs. I moved around a lot all through school starting in third grade, and I missed a lot of basic fundamentals in learning (like how to do division and multiplication) so when I went to a different school they had already passed it and expected me to know. After my TBI, I could barely read AFTER I was cleared from my “concussion” symptoms because letters and words would flip around and I’d get headaches. Which still happens sometimes.

A lot of people see me as smart because I've learned a lot of academic language and can formulate thoughts into cohesive posts. But I lack a lot of necessary skills and rely on my caretakers to assist me. Things like budgeting and planning are extremely difficult for me. If I need to do simple addition or subtraction, even with a calculator, I quickly get confused and struggle. I forget basic information about myself all the time, let alone other subjects. I'm talking, has to check my ID for my birthday type confused. Doesn't know my name or address or what year it is confused. It happens daily, sometimes multiple times a day. Being able to type out posts like this often takes weeks and many adaptive tools to get there. Focusing is extremely difficult on many fronts, severe chronic pain, ADHD, dissociation, fatigue, migraines, and TBI, are just some of the contributing factors. I struggle daily with many things because of my lack of intellect.

I’m also privileged in the fact that I had some access to education as a homeless youth, that I had some supports in place to help me (towards the end of school), that I was somewhat able-bodied at the time and could walk or bike to and from school when the school system didn’t provide transportation. I was fortunate to have a chance to succeed, and I’m proud that I graduated high school because it was a difficult task for me, and others often aren’t offered that chance or get accommodations. I almost didn’t and I dropped out many times before graduation. I passed on sheer luck and what little privileges I had.

That all being said, me being stupid (reclaiming it here) doesn't make me a bad person. I don't hurt people because I can't do math. I may mess up things or get confused but it doesn't make me want to harm others.

We often (wrongfully) equate morals with intellect. Being ‘stupid’, ‘dumb’, or an ‘idiot’ doesn’t automatically make someone a bad person. Plenty of evil, awful, and abusive people are extremely intelligent.

I see this most notably with people advocating for IQ tests to be able to vote. Often from left-leaning people, in hopes it'll make the right (that they view as unintelligent), unable to vote. The reality is, it just hurts some of our most vulnerable members of the community while not actively doing anything to restrict some of the most dangerous members of our community-- those who know what they're doing to harm others and deliberately doing so. My voice matters, and I speak up against injustice and participate in dismantling oppressive systems. Taking away my right to vote won't make the right stop oppressing minorities (which also puts a lot of faith into the two-party voting system, which is a post for another day).

Additionally, legislative measures that discriminate against intellectually disabled people such as IQ tests for voting are also rooted in racism and classism.

Yes, education can be a vital tool when it comes to addressing discrimination and creating safer communities. But the kind of education that is measured with an IQ test (or any test) isn't the same. Building compassion and caring for others can (and should) happen at any IQ level. We can all practice this, we can all participate.

It harms our communities and stagnates our progress when we equate intelligence with high morals.

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readychilledwine · 7 months

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Hello. Hope u r feeling good. I was wondering if u could write something again. This one is particularly personal to me. Picture it. Reader is daughter of any one of the bat boys. If cass Or az then single dad. She has been bullied since the day she started school as a child because she has a problem when it comes to studying. As she grows it's her looks. The ic, notices her behavior is starnge. Like, snapping at small things, crying when they correct her or raise their voice. She has never told anyone because she doesn't want them to stress out and the bullies said that she was so worthless because she keeps running to her father for everything. Her dad finds out soon. U can decide the ending.

Oh my love 💜 all three of our boys got you.

Head Held High

Summary - After being born with Feyre's looks, but illyrian wings, Rhysand and Feyre's daughter faces challenges wherever she goes.

Warnings - bullying, signs of low self-worth, anger, inferred adhd or other learning issues, older brother coming in to do the older brother thing while protective dad does the dad thing

You had him wrapped around your finger the second you came into the world.

His beautiful baby girl, wide eyed and filled with curiosity and happiness.

You truly were a stunning little thing, but how couldn't you have been with parents like Rhysand and Feyre? He loved you even more for being the small version of your stunning mother. Her nose, her lips, her hair. The only piece of you that screamed you were his were those star flecked eyes.

Your childhood was filled with love and joy. With you constantly praised for your looks, for your smarts, or your imagination. Rhys and Feyre never thought anything of your wild mind. They loved it. They loved how sporadic you were, how one thing was never enough for you to stay focused on. They loved your random outlook on the world.

To Rhys, Feyre, and your significantly older brother Nyx, you were the world. They sheltered and loved you, thick and thin, protecting you from darkness and meaness at every turn.

It wasn't until you began lessons that you truly saw how unkind fae, especially those your own age could be.

You hated school and struggled to focus during lessons. You were busy, you told yourself in your little mind. Busy day dreaming of far away places, daring sword fights, a knight just like daddy or Uncle Az and Cass, mainly Uncle Az if you were honest with yourself, rescuing you from enemies.

Your grades reflected that. As did how your peers treated you.

"Silly y/n," one girl giggled when she thought you couldn't hear. "It's a good thing she's pretty, 'cause she's dumb."

"Her mommy couldn't read either. Maybe that's why."

In class the jabs were subtle enough that your teacher didn't notice, and when they did, nothing was done.

No one at home noticed either. No one noticed when you began to hide away more, when you stopped playing with your big brother after school. No one noticed when you weren't dreaming about being rescued anymore, but instead dreamed of running away.

Things did not get better when you were sent to Illyria, Uncle Cass and Aunt Nesta in tow, to begin training. You knew comments about your intelligence would be coming. You'd never expected comments about your looks, though.

"Imagine looking like your mom and trying to pass as an Illyrian."

"Her mom isn't even that pretty."

"Never said she was either."

You'd hide behind your wings constantly in public. You'd started eating alone. Stopped talking at home.

Cassian had tried asking what was wrong one night. His large hand running up and down your back as he spoke gently enough to you to shatter your aching heart a little more. "Just leave me alone!" You finally screamed at him. "I just want to be alone."

He wrote it off as homesickness, calling for Rhys and asking the High Lord to come visit you.

Rhys noticed it then.

He noticed the way you tucked behind your wings in shame. He noticed you eating alone. He noticed you never had a training partner.

He noticed your loveliness.

"Darling," a soft knock came at your door. "We need to talk." You curled further into your bed, your father refusing to enter or leave without your permission.

"Little love, please," his voice was pleading with you. "Let me in. Let me help you." You felt the gentle claws on your mind and blocked him out harder.

"Y/n, please. Don't shut me out." You'd never heard his voice break like this. The Crack that indicated he was about to cry. "I know what it's like to feel like you're the outsider here. I know what being this lonely feels like and how it eats away at you."

You heard something soft hit the door. "Babygirl, please. Let me come talk to you. Let me settle any feelings you're having. Let me help you. Please don't make me force myself in."

Shadows appeared in the corner, blue reflecting in them every so often. "I have her, Rhys. I'll come get you in a second." Your father yielded then. Yielded you to the arms of the Shadowsinger. "I've been watching for a little while." He admitted, "we've been worried for a few weeks."

He sat down on the bed next to you. "You stopped writing all of us. I know I violated your privacy and independence, but we all know how being out here can be. We all knew there was a risk of you being targeted the way we all were and the way Nyx was."

Azriel placed a hand on your back, rubbing small circles. "Your dad is the most worried. He did not want to send you here. He wants to bring you home."

You sniffled hard, finally lifting your body and shifting to sit next to him. "It's not any better there. I'm stupid in Velaris. I'm ugly here."

Azriel's jaw tightened. "Let me go get Rhys." Your uncle stood, walking to the doorway and leaving it open as he spoke softly down the hall.

Your dad was a mess when he entered. His hair was sticking different directions from how frequently he was running his hands through it. His face was tear stained. His shoulder slumped in defeat as he practically dragged his feet.

Azriel motioned for him to sit next to you, shutting the door so the three of you were alone and pulling a chair from across the room to sit in front of you. "Tell him what you just told me, little bat."

Your breath hitched as your hands began to shake. You could feel your eyes watering as you looked down to your unkept nails. "Taking me home won't make a difference."

Your dad pulled you close to him. "It would make all the difference, darling. We'd just send you back to regular-" Azriel shook his head at his brother, silencing him.

"Tell him the rest of what you said, y/n."

"I get made fun of in Velaris for being stupid, I get made fun of here for being ugly. It wouldn't make a difference."

Your father's world shattered then and there. Azriel stood, leaving the room to allow you to time alone now that the truth was out. Silence hung in the room. Interrupted every so often by your soft sniffles.

"How long," your father's voice broke again. "How long have you been getting picked on?"

You shrugged. "Since you started sending me to lessons."

He nodded, looking up. "I'm sorry I didn't notice, darling."

You didn't respond, only holding yourself tighter. He started. "I learned around your age, that holding my head high and not letting others see how much their cruelty hurt me tended to lead to it ending, but There is no merit in either of those statements"

He pulled you close to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Are you easily distracted in school? Yes. Uncle Lucien always pushed us to teach you outdoors in a less formal environment with private help. You would have thrived in that setting. That is on me, y/n. I picked a public lesson setting so you could socialize." He paused. His jaw twitching. "You are not stupid in any sense, though, y/n." He motioned to the countless books stacked on your dresser. "Those are all educational texts or intense world building fantasies that you have taken the time to notate in a color system with separate journals filled with notes. That is not the action of someone who is stupid."

He tilted your face to him. "And you are not ugly. There is not a single court or location in this world where you do not meet or exceed their beauty standards. Anyone who says otherwise is either in denial of their attraction to you or blind. I never want to hear you say you are ugly ever again, darling."

A loud slam interrupted the heartfelt talk as your other brother entered the room followed by your cousins. "This is nice and all pops, really it is. Touching." Nyx walked to you, getting on his knees in front of you. "Their names, sis."

Rhys hid his smirk. "I never said your uncles and I weren't also going to do this, Nyx."

The heir rolled his eyes. "You can have their piece of shit fathers. I get the ones my age." Nyx grabbed your chin forcing you to look into his eyes. "Their names, y/n."

You gave them to him without hesitation. "Be nice," you said softly.

Nyx froze in the doorway. "You have mom's heart, y/n. I have dad's. You handle it with kindness and grace, I'm going to handle it with my fists and intimidation."

Your father pulled you close to him again. "Never change anything about you, little love." He stood moving in front of you and tilting your head up by your chin. "Just hold your head high, y/n. Hold your head high, walk away, and let dad and Nyx take care of the rest." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Now, if you excuse me, I have a camp leader to beat the shit out of."

He paused at the doorway, turning to you. "I'll be right back. I promise. Maybe you could make us some hot chocolate and we can have a cuddle date like we used to?"

Your eyes lit up for the first time in years, making him smile and laugh. "There you are, darling. My beautiful girl."

#acotar #acotar x reader #dad!rhysand #dad!rhysandxdaughter!reader #rhys fic #rhysand acotar #rhysand fic

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poppadom0912 · 3 months

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Excuses

Warnings: Mentions of fainting, diabetes, canon-typical injuries

Summary: You suffer the consequences just because your teacher thought you were making excuses.

A/N: First fic of 2024!!! I had plans that I was going to post weekly in the new year just like last year but things went downhill. This january and february has had its very good but also really bad moments and even writing this was a struggle. I've found myself in a weird place of wanting to write but struggling and all of a sudden not being able to balance my schoolwork and writing. So I took a lil step back to solely focus on my work but looking at everything now, my fic updates will be much less frequent but hopefully just as or if not, more fun to read.

I feel bad for not saying or posting anything since the new year but I'm here now and hopefully will be more alive. I've got lots planned for you beautiful people, several series and way too many fics in my drafts that I cannot wait for you all to read. This wasn't as long or as juicy as I intended but my brain completely failed me so I hope this is good enough. I initially wanted to post this at the beginning of March but I finished the final editing today so here you go!!

Final note before we start, I have general knowledge about diabetes but that's all from my grandma. I have no idea if it's the same for teenagers so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Happy reading!!

Your biology teacher had been on maternity for three weeks now and you were seriously contemplating life.

Because of the crappy rules surrounding maternity leave, when your teacher refused to return before her three months ended, your school had a supply teacher fill in for her till she came back.

Since day one, you knew you hated her.

It was mid lesson and you knew as soon as you started feeling sluggish that your sugar levels were dropping. Your thoughts were only confirmed when your Dexcom receiver let you know of your decreasing glucose.

This wasn't a usual occurrence. Will and Jay always made sure you had eaten enough and you had the means to maintain the needed glucose levels so that nothing happened.

Alas, you were up late revising and you were stressing about keeping up your good grades. Jay was rushing you out the door because he needed to go to a scene he'd just been called to and Will was out walking Kol and hadn't seen you leave.

In conclusion, it'd been a hot minute since you last ate something.

The school were well aware of your diabetes. It was one of the very important things your brothers stressed them about when you first started.

Most students knew about it actually, having seen your Dexcom and not understanding since a diabetic child apparently wasn't common according to them.

So, when you randomly pulled out a snack from your bag mid class, no one questioned it and instead would make sure you were okay. There'd never been a problem before in school and everyone wanted it to stay that way.

However, this new teacher, Mrs Byrne was apparently completely unaware of your medical condition.

"Y/N. You know the rules about eating in class." She said strictly, pulling away all the attention from the board onto you.

She stopped you in the middle of opening the packet of fruit gummies. You frowned, looking at her confused along with your classmates.

"I have diabetes." You said bluntly, continuing to open the packet. "I don't eat this and I'll pass out."

Mrs Byrne only rolled her eyes, smiling at you condescendingly. "I've heard that excuse hundreds of times, give those to me."

You scoffed at the audacity, refusing to hand over what was yours.

It was when she started walking towards your desk with a pep in her step that the entire class got involved. Their raised voices overlapped, some angrier than others over what was happening.

However, you too were Stubborn alike to your brothers so you kept as firm of a grip of the packet. You turned a blind eye to the anger fuelled cover teacher. You continued to smile as she spewed threats of all sorts.

Due to your frustration and annoyance over the teacher who wanted to take your gummies away, you didn't notice how everything started change; how hard it was to move your eyes and lips, your limbs getting heavier and you thoughts slowly getting muddled up.

Lost in a daze, you were no longer able to fight back when she pulled harder, successfully snatching the small packet out of your hands. It was now that the class got furious, your friends were already up and at your side but now they were verbally attacking the teacher.

Fed up with her petty behaviour, you were going to get up and go to the nurses office who would take care of you but getting out your seat was harder said than done.

With one of your friends help, you weren't too sure who was helping you from your hazy sight that cleared when you blinked too many times.

You were wobbly on your feet, taking slow and hesitant steps towards the front of the classroom but before you could leave, you felt your legs give out and everything went black.

*****

It turned out that supposed crime scene that he was imminently needed at was nothing but a prank by a bunch of college boys resulting in a grumpy Hank putting them in cuffs and having them fined for a very reasonable reason.

That's how the rest of the unit found themselves finishing up paperwork, catching up about life in general as they debated what they were getting for lunch.

Jay was smugly sitting back, eyes flickering between Kevin and Adam who were bickering over something trivial when his phone rung, catching everyone's attention.

They were all so bored and normally when one of their phones went off during work hours, it meant something came up and they were needed.

In interest, everyone turned their heads towards Jay and waited for him to tell them they got a crime scene.

Picking up his phone, Jay's brows furrowed at the number, confused as to why your school was calling him in the middle of the day. They'd only call him if two things happened: You'd gotten in trouble or you got hurt.

"Hello. Is this Y/N Halsteads brother Jay?" A voice he couldn't recognised asked, most likely some lady from the main office.

"Yeah, that's me." Jay confirmed, sitting up in preparation for whatever he was going to be told.

"So sorry to interrupt you sir but Y/N collapsed in class." The lady said with guilt laced in her words. "Your other brother didn't pick up the phone. We called to let you know we had to call the paramedics and they've taken her to Chicago Med."

"Uh yeah." Jay said, collecting his jacket and keys. "Yes, thank you."

Not waiting for a reply, Jay hung up and quickly knocked on Hank's office door frame.

"Sarge, I gotta get Y/N-"

"Go get her. We're done here."

*****

Wanting to pull his hair out, Will rubbed his eyes in frustration, glaring at his patients scans that only confused him further. He was tired and was coming to half way through his twenty four hour shift.

"Dr Halstead- Uh, Dr Rhodes in T4." Maggie stumbled, looking down at her brick and making sure she read it correctly.

"What's wrong?" Will asked, confused as to why Maggie changed her mind which she usually never did.

"It's Y/N."

Now fully awake, Will followed Connor towards the ambulance bay where you were being rolled in. You were groggily sitting up on the stretcher, you hair a mess and a few scratches around your face and hands from when you fell.

"Sylvie, what happened?" Will asked the blonde paramedic while looking you over. He desperately wanted to check you over himself but let Connor do his thing. He really did not need Ms Goodwin on his case today.

"Teachers didn't tell us much but her classmates said she collapsed after not being able to eat." Sylvie relayed the minimal information she knew, shrugging her shoulders when the two doctors looked at her weirdly. "No one would tell us anything more."

"Y/N, it's Connor. Can you hear me kid?" Connor said while pulling out his penlight. He was like another brother to you, his concern just as high. "Can you tell me what happened?"

You groaned, mumbling nonsense with your eyes screwed closed. Your words were mostly unintelligible but Will understood them mere seconds later.

Fixing the problem you complained about, Will turned down the lights and let Connor continue fussing over you.

It didn't take long to find out the cause of your collapse, Will sighing at the news when he read the numbers from your tests.

"I thought she was always on top of her sugar levels." Connor said, closing the room door so you could sleep in peace.

And what he said was completely true but they weren't aware of why you couldn't today specifically of all days.

"She is." Will said, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration. "Maybe her dexcom malfunctioned or something."

Connor hummed, agreeing with his friend.

"Hmm, maybe."

*****

Arriving at Med, Will gave Jay a detailed rundown of everything he new about your medical state but also the events pre your hospital arrival.

Getting a good look at you, holding your hand in his and kissing you on your forehead, Jay was more than happy to leave you in your oldest brothers safe hands while he got to the bottom of this entire ordeal.

He noticed Sylvie was still at Med, Foster mentioning they were running low on a few supplies so they needed some stocking up. Jay took this opportunity to interview the two paramedics and try to get further understanding on this situation that wasn't making much sense to him.

Arriving at your school, Jay had some thoughts in mind but they weren't very concrete and his confidence wasn't as strong as he'd like it to be.

Walking into the school, Jay immediately noticed an entire class sitting and standing around in the corridor waiting in front of the principals office.

One of the girls who had been sitting in a chair had caught sight of Jay, her eyes widening before she smiled, gently nudging the girl next to her and pointing in his direction. The girls reaction was the exact same.

This created a sort of domino effect as the boy next to her noticed Jay and everyone was telling the other of his sudden arrival. The once silent corridor was now beginning to fill with murmurs and whispers, all their eyes glued onto his figure that moved down the corridor, their shocked faces quickly changing into smiles and smirks.

It seems that Jay had a reputation of sorts.

"Why are you making so much noise? What did I just say about talking-"

The principal cut himself off from his scolding when he suddenly noticed Jay's presence, his face blanching as all the pieces clicked into place.

"Detective Halstead! What a surprise, we weren't expecting to see you so soon-"

This time Jay cut him off, not too bothered about his lack manners. "My brothers with Y/N at the hospital so I thought there was no other perfect time."

The principal remained silent.

"Now, why don't you explain to me why my sister fainted under your watch?"

The students behind Jay couldn't help but snicker knowingly.

#onechicago #one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #halstead sister #jay halstead #will halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead oneshot #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x sister!reader #will halstead x reader #will halstead imagine #will halstead x sister!reader

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anton-luvr · 6 months

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hi! could i request for boyfriend!anton helping fem!reader sleep and study for her exams as she has a really hard time sleeping due to her stress and anxiety levels

congrats on 400! ♡

# HERE FOR YOU.

⚝ bf!anton x fem!reader | fluff & angst | college au, bf au ⚝ note ; i havent written a fic in a while, so i hope this is okay!! thank u sm anon i hope you enjoy this <3 + if anyone's stressed from exams rn, don't be! make sure to take good care of yourself and just try your best. you got this! ^_^b

You really hated Biology.

You're not even quite sure why you decided to take the subject when you've always struggled with science.

But with your finals taking place tomorrow, there's not much time for you to mourn over your terrible decision.

Mumbling to yourself, you read through your textbook for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour.

Horror sets in when you realize you still don't understand most of the things you're reading - like what the hell is deamination?

Groaning, you rest your head on the table with a heavy thud.

You were never going to pass this test.

Tears start to fill your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you bury your face in your hands.

You didn't mean to cry, but sobs start to escape you as anxiety rises in your chest.

Why couldn't you understand it?

Were you not smart enough?

What if you were the only one who fails in the entire class?

But those thoughts were shaken right out when the door slams open, startling you.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Anton asks, rushing over to your side.

The moment you feel the warmth of his arms around you, you burst into tears again.

"I'm never going to pass this exam!" you sputtered, tears streaking your face and nose filling with snot. "I'm gonna be the only one who fails!"

Anton's heart shatters at your words, pain biting at his chest when he sees how exhausted and stressed you were.

But he lets you cry it all out in his arms first, soft kisses pressed to your head to remind you that he was there for you.

When your sobs slowly turn into sniffles, he gently pulls away from you.

"Hey, look at me." he calls, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You look up reluctantly, slightly embarrassed at the thought of what a wreck you probably looked like right now.

"Don't worry so much about it," Anton assures. "You're going to go in there tomorrow and try your best. That's all that matters. And even if you fail, it's fine. At the end of the day, grades are just silly letters on a piece of paper."

You nod, too tired from all your crying to give a verbal response.

"And I think your health matters so much more, hm?" he continues, wiping a stray tear away gently. "You look so tired."

You didn't just look tired; you really were tired.

"How about we call it a night and get ready for bed? Your exam's in the afternoon tomorrow, so we can wake up early and study a bit more before you go for it." Anton suggests.

You'd say no, but sleep sounded so tempting right now.

So without any protest, you let him pull you up and lead you to the bathroom, hands interlaced tightly.

"My pretty girl." he sighs, kissing you on the cheek as he sets you on the bathroom counter.

The compliment makes you smile for the first time that day as he starts up a warm shower for the both of you.

When you're done, you let him help you change into your favorite hoodie set - which was all nice and warm because he threw it in the dryer just before you started your shower.

And like the absolute angel he is, Anton lights up your favorite scented candles and disappears into the kitchen to make you a mug of hot chocolate, a heart made out of whipped cream floating on top.

"Feel better?" he asks, massaging your shoulders while you finished your drink.

You hum a 'yes' in reply, pressing a quick kiss on his hand. "Thank you. I was a mess just now." you mumble, embarrassment keeping your eyes glued to the floor:

Anton scoffs at this, kissing you on the lips. "No need to thank me." he mumbles, kissing you again. "I'd do anything for you."

His words make your cheeks flush red as he takes the mug from you, disappearing again into the kitchen to pop it into the dishwasher.

By the time he's back, you're already snuggled under the covers in bed with your eyes shut.

Quietly, Anton dims the lights and gets in beside you.

"You worked so hard today." he whispers, carding his fingers through your hair. "I'm so proud of you. I'm sure you'll do great tomorrow."

He seals his words with another kiss on your lips.

"I love you." you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck while you moved closer into his warm embrace. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He tuts at this, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"You'll never have to worry about that, because I'll always be here for you." he promises.

You thank the stars for blessing you with the sweetest lover ever as you eventually drift off to sleep, safe and secure in Anton's arms.

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#sarah's 400 ! ☆#riize #riize fics #riize fluff #riize imagines #riize drabbles #riize x reader #riize anton

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klausysworld · 6 months

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you can do a one-shot for human yandere klaus mikaelson from the 21st century, where he is a university professor and has a crush on his student and/or even though she doesn't know it, klaus just admires her from a distance and is a simp to her, he He always makes sure to give her the best grades even though sometimes she doesn't deserve them, because Klaus believes that she should have the best.

(HIS LIPS IN THIS PHOTO!?)

His Favourite

Y/n was a beautiful and sweet girl, she was always polite to her professors despite the fact that her friends weren't the greatest influence. She always tried in her lessons even if she wasn't the brightest and sometimes she got a little distracted but Klaus didn't mind. It was normal for students to lose focus, to fall behind sometimes, sure they usually got punished for it but he didn't want to give Y/n a negative experience in his classes.

Klaus often looked to her when he was speaking, checking she was paying attention and taking notes. Sometimes she would catch his gaze and smile back at him so he knew she was listening.

Mr. Mikaelson was hands down the hottest professor going, so many of his students had a thing for him. They'd purposefully misbehave with the hopes of being in detention with him but more often than not he had a different member of staff keep an eye over them so he didn't have to endure their embarrassing attempts at flirting.

He was always dressed well and smelt wonderful, it was so easy to want him. Students would watch him get into his clean, expensive car and joke about following him home. Klaus wasn't oblivious to any of these things, all it really did was boost his ego.

Really it gave him hope that maybe Y/n would be one of those lovestruck girls. He thought maybe she wore those pretty little skirts for him, nibbled on the end of her pencil for his benefit and let the lace of her bra peek over her low v-necks for him to admire. He ached to feel her soft skin, to feel her warmth.

Often when he passed her a paper he would let his fingers graze her hand, he would always come stand over by her at some point during an assessment to feel close to her. Sometimes he would crouch down and read out the extract and questions for her, he would see how close he could get his lips to her ear before a shiver ran down her spine.

And no matter how much she struggled in the test, he always made sure she got a good grade.

He could remember finding her crying in the halls once because she had been failing her other course, he never wanted to put her in that position. She never deserved to feel anything but her best.

Klaus had looked through files on Y/n, he wanted to know her. He found that she was in debt on her canteen card and so made sure to put enough money on to last her a lifetime of unlimited meals. Sometimes he would see her go without so much as a carrot stick and he would grow worried.

Sometimes he held her back at the end of lessons, she would start to apologise for not understanding a question but he would always shake his head with a gentle smile

"No no my dear, it's not that" he told her, his heart warming when she visibly relaxed "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay? You've been quiet in my lessons" he placed a hand on her arm but she took no notice of it as she gave a small smile

"I'm okay" she whispered and he sighed

"It would be alright if you weren't, Y/n." he convinced and she nodded, glancing to the closed door which she knew her friends were waiting behind. He noticed the distraction and sighed "You can go to lunch if you like" he murmured and she fiddled with her fingers "I'm sure you're hungry, hm?" he smiled and she reciprocated it.

"Yes, thank you, sir" she whispered, heading back out the room, unaware that he would be replaying those words over and over in his head later that day.

He thought about her far too much, obsessed over her in his mind. He dreamt of her each night and daydreamed between lessons. All he wanted was to take her far far away and take care of every little thing for her. If it were done to him, she would never have to work a day in her life. She would not need for anything and anything she should wan't she would get.

But he knew he couldn't do that. So for now at least, he would just ensure she was as happy as she could be and doing as well as possible. She deserved any opportunity she desired and he would ensure she received them.

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rewritingcanon · 3 months

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I just ADORE the idea of potter sibs learning lessons from their namesakes and being nothing like them :)

James being calm and studious and kinder than his namesakes

Albus learning how NOT to handle very specific social situations from his namesakes

And Lily is just like "FUCK them kids lmao"

YESSSSS literally.

james is more popular than his namesakes were (i like to think james and sirius were just impervious to popularity&they just gave 0 fucks, although sirius was default popular because of his surname and his attractiveness) because hes more welcoming and less of a dick and a nepobaby, but he’s emotionally distant with his peers and finds it hard to open up to others because he’s always a little suspicious of people (unlike james sr, who was an open book). he plays quidditch because he knows he should and it makes his mum happy and its kinda fun and hes kinda good but hes not that passionate about it. he gets amazing grades because hes studies a lot and not because hes a natural genius (unlike sirius, who didnt have to study hard for anything to pass comfortably). james a perfectionist, by-the-book person who struggles to think outside of the box, unlike his grandfather whos genius lied in nothing else.

albus reminds me more of his namesakes than the other two potter siblings, but he probably would appreciate the comparison the least. he’s quiet and lonesome and angsty with a ‘no one will understand me’ mindset, but severely attaches himself to the people he loves, and carries them with him throughout his life without ever moving on (all exactly like severus). hes cunning and always ready to martyr himself (both dumbledore and severus), but hes way more audacious and simple. he has a ‘1 + 1 = 2 end of story’ mind that he got from his parents that completely goes against severus and dumbledore’ long game of chess. albus does not care for such BS, hes still got that gryffindor dawg in him. he will go against every expectation set out for him on purpose (unlike dumbledore and snape, who will use their reputation to their advantage). also, albus is happy lmfao. its why he commits his life to himself and not to others like his namesakes did. he wants simple things like nicely-cooked dinners, warm houses, and to get married young and start a family. kind of like his dad and grandmother.

and lilyyyyy. she is all over the place. she is the quidditch star, the loud one in class, the person who fakes her report cards so her mum doesnt freak out at her. shes not studious like her grandmother, she attracts people to her and selects the greatest pick out of the litter for friends, and shes got a lot of friends (unlike lily evans, who’s love is so concentrated and loyal to very few, and luna who was socially repellent). she travels everywhere because shes a glutton for experiences, she doesnt plan ahead, shes will never be tied down— not even by true love and the prospect of staying with them forever. shes open like luna but her mind is more of a straight arrow than luna’s genius. lily grows up and never has any kids, not because she hates children but because she just never particularly wanted to. she never grew out of being reckless and impatient and impulsive, and she had always known that those traits would not be compatible with raising a child and she was okay with that (unlike lily evans who had always wanted to be a mother, and had dedicated herself to her baby).

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certifiedtrashmouth · 1 year

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Oh gosh I don’t wanna repeat someone and I’m not sure about Xmas traditions but what about ridiculous stocking stuffers w Eddie? Fluff/humor.

oh, god. this one also got out of hand. started in light-hearted fun and ended in fluff that had me screaming into my pillow. i'm sorry for the length.

good for one kiss (eddie munson x reader)

warnings: none really. mentions of penis??? (eddie makes a joke about his dick and there's mention of a blowjob but no description lol), mentions of cigarettes, idiots in love. best friends to lovers.

“What am I supposed to do with a single piece of gum?”

“What am I supposed to do with a single cigarette?”

“Smoke it, idiot.”

“It’s broken, idiot.”

“Oh.”

You and Eddie sit cross-legged across from each other on his bed on Christmas Eve, partaking in your annual gift exchange. But there was a catch; each year, you exchanged stockings, only gifting each other what you could fit in the glorified, fleece-lined socks. There had only been two exceptions to the rule of the years - the year you’d gifted Eddie his first professional-grade amp and he’d bawled like a baby (once he’d dried his tears, he’d threatened you and Wayne both endlessly about ever letting the story leave the room. The two of you had exchanged a look, though, knowing neither of you would ever let him live it down.) and the year Eddie had bought you your first acoustic six-string with the promise of lessons from him (it was onyx black and shined with promise as Eddie explained the two of you needed to use paint markers to decorate it).

It was going on five years of the tradition that had stemmed from both of you never being able to afford much for each other, but still wanting to show you care nevertheless. And as the years had gone on, the gifts had slowly found their rhythm. There was always a perfect mixture of cliche throwaway gifts, gag gifts, and gifts so sentimental that some tears were sure to be shed by one of the parties.

“I didn’t think it would break,” you scrunch your nose slightly as Eddie holds up the cigarette, limp from the crack in the middle of it.

“What did you expect, just throwing it in here like that?” Eddie laughs, not bothered in the slightest. He had a pack of Camels snug in the pocket of his leather jacket slung over his desk chair. It was the thought that counted, after all.

“I expected it to be absolutely fucking invincible for how expensive the pack was,” you whine, and he can’t help but watch you with bemusement, “I spent my last dollar from my tips on that damn pack.”

The mention of that softens the look in Eddie’s eyes. He knew the two of you struggled to come up with enough money to even keep up this tradition; he had hardly seen you due to how many spare shifts you’d been picking up at Benny’s the last few weeks.

You catch the look, immediately straighten up, “No, no, no. Don’t even go there, Munson. I can see you going there. Come back to me, idiot.”

Idiot. The term of endearment you’d coined for him since you’d first met in sophomore year of high school. He’d heard it in a dozen different tones - elated, annoyed, exhausted - but not a single one held an ounce of genuine negativity towards him. You made idiot sound like my love.

He wasn’t your lover, though. He kicked himself in the shins every morning over it, always telling himself that today was the day and I’m going to tell her how I feel finally.

Spoiler alert. He never did.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he offers up his own loving nickname for you, “I just know you’ve been busting your ass at Benny’s-”

“Yes, I have, because I want to spoil you for the holidays. I don’t regret a single second of it. Even when those creepy old men tried to shove the dollar bills in my shirt rather than just hand them to me.”

You both laugh at the memory. It hadn’t been very funny when it happened, leading to you calling Eddie crying and him coming to your rescue, but enough time had passed to see the humor in it all.

The rest of the gift exchange goes as expected for the most part. The gag gifts pull the appropriate amount of laughter, and the more genuine gifts pull a softness out of each other that nearly had each of your eyes’ pupils forming hearts.

Eddie fawns over a pack of pics you’d had customized with Corroded Coffin’s logo, and you react just as bluntly as expected when you pull a long red candle from your stocking, looking up to Eddie blankly.

“For when I finally sacrifice you in the woods,” he explains with a cheesy grin, “Gotta have candles if we’re going to worship Satan, sweetheart.”

“Ha-ha,” you dead pan, tilting your head slightly as you keep a straight face, completely unimpressed, “You’re hilarious, Munson.”

“Hey, I could have made a sex joke,” he throws up his hands in a defensive manner, shrugging his shoulders and looking to the ground in faux shyness.

“Yeah, yeah - you could have made a sex joke,” you mumble as you shove the candle to the side, a smile still escaping the corners of your mouth.

“As a matter of fact, I still can. Don’t think I didn’t notice the fact that you replaced my stocking this year, darling, and that it’s noticeably larger. Finally big enough to fit over my massive dic-”

“You’re disgusting,” you interrupt, grabbing the candle and now whacking one of his knees with it, making him fall victim to an uncontrollable giggling fit, “Have you ever been told that? Let me be the first to tell you - you’re absolutely vile, Edward Munson.”

You don’t mean it, and he knows you don’t. You’re both laughing too much over it.

You’re starting to get to the bottom of the stockings now. You each have an odd arrangement of candy that had been included in each respective stocking - Eddie is socking on a blue jolly rancher, being sure to make annoying slurping noises to get a rise out of you, as you nibble on a miniature candy cane. There’s only one gift left in your stocking, a small box that you only reach for once you rewrap the candy cane in the plastic wrap it’d come in that you’d saved to avoid getting sticky fingers.

“What’s this?” you ask, pulling it out and letting the empty stocking fall into your lap.

Eddie looks up from where he was preoccupied with attempting to open another jolly rancher. His eyes light up from the present in your palm, “Oh, only saving the best one for last, sweet thing.”

You look at him questioningly, but begin to slide your finger under the delicate edge of the small box regardless. It takes concentration to pry open the box without tearing it, but you do, you gasp.

In a bed of cotton, there’s a necklace.

It looks like a copy of Eddie’s signature pick necklace. But instead of the dark swirling black between clouds of burgundy red, it shines with pearlescent opal white and ruby red, glimmering on a silver chain as if it were made of jewels.

When you gently lift it from the box, it’s clear it’s not a real pick. It’s heavier - Hell, it might actually be made of gemstones.

“Eddie-” you gasp, cutting yourself off, mesmerized by the beauty.

He’s nearly shaking with delight, “It’s a locket. Look, open it.”

You see what he means immediately, realizing that the weight was from the thickness of the faux pick. There’s a subtle seam, with a silver lock on the side that clicks gently when you press on it. The locket swings open, and inside is a snug photo of you and Eddie. You can pinpoint exactly when the photo was taken; it was at your birthday party two years ago, both of you laughing with cake icing on the tips of your nose. The photo is in dramatic black and white, but you can still picture how obnoxiously red your cheeks were with Eddie’s arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you into him as you two lost it over God knows what.

You feel yourself beginning to tear up, completely stunned, “I- Oh my God, Eddie. I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start with how I’m the best friend ever,” he cheekily grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you let out a breathless laugh.

“It’s…God, it’s beautiful. This- This is too much, Eddie. I can’t imagine how expensive-”

“Nope,” he cuts you off quickly, waving his hands frantically, refusing to listen to your lecture. He didn’t care if it had cost him everything he owned, down to the clothes on his back - it was worth it to see that look on your face. “Don’t even start, sweetheart. One of Wayne’s friends at the plant has a wife who makes jewelry for a living. We got the family discount because she thought the idea was so dang adorable,” his voice pitches to mock the mystery woman, and it makes you tearily laugh some more.

You look back down at the open locker, finger tracing over the opposite side from the photo.

E. It’s engraved in cursive. As if you’d ever forget the initial of the boy in the photo - the boy in front of you.

“You really had to choose the photo that made me look like a dork, didn’t you?” you softly tease under your breath, staring at the memory in unfiltered fondness.

“Someone’s got to keep you humble,” he retorts.

You ignore his comment, standing quickly and holding the necklace out to him, “Help me put it on?”

He doesn’t hesitate to leap off the bed to your side, taking the chain gingerly before you turn and face your back to him. His movements are careful and deliberate as he brushes your hair off to the side, cold fingers skimming over your skin and sending shivers down your spine before he loops the necklace around the front of your chest. You can feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck as he fiddles with the clasp for a few moments before finding success.

“Aha! Perfect,” he claps as you spin around, grinning giddily at the weight that sits naturally between your collarbones. It gives you a sense of security, a sense of comfort, a sense of home.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you earnestly say, voice crumbling with emotions as your smile shines and you lift a hand to pinch the necklace between two fingers. The locket is smooth as you rub over it, “I love it.”

His face reflects your happiness right back before you suddenly throw yourself forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. He returns it immediately, squeezing you back just as strongly. You both melt into the hug, comfortable as you eventually beginning to just-barely-sway in the middle of Eddie’s room, chests pressed together as hearts beat in sync.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your hair before placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Merry Christmas, Eds.”

You finally pull away, both of you returning to your original positions on the bed. Gifts are scattered around you, mixing with candy and wrappers, as Eddie pulls up his stocking and begins to shake it upside down.

“There’s not any more gifts, Eddie, you already opened them-” you cut yourself off, the smile that had your cheeks aching still fading when a piece of paper flutters from his stocking.

Oh no.

“No more gifts, you say?” he smirks in your direction, picking up the folded note, “What’s this, then?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You’d forgotten about that. When you’d been wrapping Eddie’s gifts the night before, Robin had joined you to keep you company. The two of you had broken into a few bottles of wine around the house when you had a bright idea (at least, at the time it seemed bright. Now, it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. Ever.). Coupons for Eddie, ranging from redemption for kisses to redemption for more… explicit acts. To be fair, Robin had egged you on, knowing of your hopeless crush of two years on your best friend. You’d folded each ‘coupon’ and sealed them with kisses from red lipstick the two of you had dug out of your desk drawers. You’d chickened out when the buzz from the wine faded, and pulled all of the ridiculous notes out before properly filling the stocking with his actual gifts.

Or at least, you thought you’d gotten all of the notes out. Clearly, you hadn’t.

“Don’t open that!” you blurt out, lurching forward and attempting to snatch the paper from Eddie. It only makes his smirk grow, hand shooting out away from you, glancing wildly between you and the kiss-stained paper.

“Now you’ve really got me curious,” he mocks, pulling a face at you as he brings the paper back to his face, beginning to unfold it.

“No, Eddie, seriously, don’t read it. Please. It was so stupid, I- Robin and I were drinking, and I just…” you trail off in your explanation as he completely disregards you and his eyes trail over your scribbled words.

You didn’t even know which one had been left behind. You could only hope it was one of the less vulgar ones.

“Is this a joke?” he asks softly. You’re shocked - you’d expected merciless teasing. Not whatever look was currently in his eyes.

“What?” you ask, trying to peer over to see what the paper said. Depending on which dumb coupon it was, your answer would change, “I- Sort of. Maybe. No. I don’t know.”

You begin to wring your hands in your lap, waiting for him to respond. You felt so nauseated you considered escaping to the bathroom. Maybe you could die of embarrassment in the Munson men’s bathtub.

But then you remember it’s the Munson men’s bathtub, and decide the better fate may lay here, Eddie glancing up at you with moving curiosity, eyebrows furrowed.

Your cheeks burn crimson as you wish for the Earth to swallow you whole.

“Yes or no? Is it a joke?” he asks again, a stern tone that manages to not come across angry.

Your stomach and chest twist in sync, “No. It isn’t a joke.”

Suddenly, Eddie is taking the note and thrusting it towards you, eyes blown wide and chest heaving.

“Then I’d like to redeem it now, please.”

You don’t realize it, but the room had started spinning the moment Eddie had read what was written down. It felt like a dream - a dream he’d indulged in with no hopes of it ever coming true for an embarrassingly long amount of time now.

Your hands shake as you reach out to take the note from him, and you look down to see just how much drunk you had screwed you over in this moment.

In your messy handwriting, it reads: Coupon for Eddie Munson - good for one (1) kiss. To be redeemed at Eddie’s discretion.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, thankful it wasn't a vulgar one, before the reality of what Eddie had just requested hits you.

“Did you just- did you just say you want to redeem it now?”

Eddie nods, a determined look crossing his face, “Yes, please.”

You both stare at each other for a moment, letting the emotions in the air sink in. It takes a moment before you both break out into withheld, shy smiles.

“Okay,” you sigh.

Before you can overthink it, you’re both leaning forward, Eddie’s hands cupping your cheeks as his lips meet yours tenderly. It’s just a peck, nothing more, but it sends your heart into cardiac arrest. You can still taste the jolly ranchers on his lips, and he tastes the sweet mint of the candy cane on yours.

You both pull back slightly, his hands not leaving your face, knees pressing together. Your eyes had fluttered close, and you don’t have the guts to open them quite yet and face the consequences of what had just happened between the two of you.

“I like you,” you admit quietly, your entire body tensing as you await rejection.

It doesn’t come. Instead, you’re met with the sound of Eddie’s gentle voice, “I like you, too.”

Your eyes finally spring open to already find him staring at you with adoration. “You do?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart. I let you touch my first sweetheart. I only give that privilege to the prettiest of girls,” he laughs, eyes flickering to your lips but still keeping his distance.

“You’ve only let me have that privilege.”

“Exactly.”

He finally closes the distance again, lips slotting against yours as if they’re meant to be. Something clicks in the Universe, something that says that this is right and meant to happen. Two years of silent and hopeless pining, only to find out both your feelings were returned. It leaves the two of you delirious as you both deepen the kiss. Somehow, Eddie ends up scooting up his bed until his back meets the wall where his headboard would be if he had one, you straddling his lap. It’s all still so innocent; just the two of you, soft and sickly sweet kisses as you hold one another as if you expect the other to vanish.

“Merry Christmas, Eds,” you repeat your earlier statement and reach up to his gifted locket on instinct now. It feels right. You and him this close, you and him kissing, the photo of you resting against your chest where it belongs.

“Best Christmas ever,” he chuckles before he captures you in another kiss.

He’s right. It’s safe to say the two of you struggle to ever top that Christmas. You make it a running joke to always include coupons in his stocking from that year on. Each year, the coupons get better, sometimes raunchy and sometimes just downright adorable.

Good for one cuddle.

Good for one blowjob (don’t waste it).

Good for one surprise date night.

They’re always fairly clever, and each year, he thinks you get closer to topping that first note.

But it’s not until years down the road, when the two of you sit across from each other in your now shared living room, in some big city you now call home, that he knows that he had finally topped that year. The look on your face when you dig into the bottom of your stocking, finding the small box that contains the diamond ring he’d been saving up for ever since that first kiss, tells him everything he needs to know.

It’s still pretty nice when he hears you squeal yes out loud, though.

#twenty four hours of christmas #writing #asks #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #this one... this one got to me #but in a soft way

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Yandere!Bob Velseb - My Favourite Employee. PT 6.

So um… This isn’t the last part. I got a BIT carried away writing this part (haha definitely didn’t rewrite this 2 DIFFERENT TIMES). I’m super glad all of you enjoy this series, so I hope this’ll keep you all fed until I figure out part 7. Which’ll be the final part. Enjoy.

Gender-Neutral Reader, but pet names such as sweet pea and darling are used.

TW/CW: Yandere content, emetophobia (vomiting), vivid descriptions of panic/anxiety attacks, harsh language, physical violence, etc…

• It was a cold, solemn January morning. You gnawed on a granola bar and sipped on cold coffee, candy club uniform disheveled as you plopped onto the couch. You can't remember the last time you slept in late, nonetheless pass out in your work uniform. It was a long night last night, since your boss had extended the opening hours. With bleary eyes, you opened your phone to check the calendar. Three years ago, Bob Velseb had been arrested for the murder of several townsfolk. This Halloween would be the fourth year.

• Those past three years had been... Eventful, to say the least. You remember that night as clear as day, haunting you for an ungodly amount of time. The interrogations that never seemed to end, the news reporters that hoarded you and your other coworkers after the restaurant was closed, your coworkers funeral... With a deep sigh, you pinched the bridge of your nose. You knew you shouldn't be overthinking the past, just gotta remember what your therapist said...

• On a good note, you had reconnected with some old friends from high school. You remember being in the same grade, and had even been in an after school club until the struggle of being adults caused a drift between you three. Especially when you got a job at the Boys and Grills, and Bob taking up all of your time. In a tearful reunion, you had spilled your sorrows to them, telling them everything that had happened over the months you've worked at the restaurant. They both heard you out, and had promised that they wouldn't drift away again.

• Hell, one of them got you a job with him at the local Candy Club! But even after you slowly got back on your feet months after the incident, nothing truly felt right. You felt lost. Haunted by guilt and paranoia, you started to attend weekly therapy sessions. You never truly felt safe in your own house for months, having to double check every lock and keep a knife in your bedside drawer in order to sleep at night. Even now, three years later, you still struggled to sleep through the night. It was bearable now, but you much preferred to hangout with Kevin and Streber at their apartment or at work.

• Kevin and Streber were with you every step of the way, and were always happy to lend you a helping hand. At first, you were terrified to even speak to them for long, in fear that Bob would somehow find out and get to them. But as months passed by, accompanied with the aid of therapy, you slowly broke out of your shell. You finally felt safe again, safe enough to talk to people and enjoy life after so long. You felt a smile peeking through the corners of your lips, taking a sip of your coffee. You didn't know what you would do without those two.

• Grabbing the TV remote, you decided to catch the morning news before getting ready for work. You took a large sip as you watched the intro for the news station, the booming intro blaring through the speakers of your TV. Watching with intrigue as the reporter clears their throat, a grim look in their eyes.

• "Local police report that a serial killer named Bob Velseb had broken out of jail last night, along with two other criminals. He had been arrested three years ago for the murders of several community members..." Spitting out your coffee, you nearly dropped both your mug and the TV remote. What? You blasted the TV, slowly shaking your head in denial. No, no, no. You watched as Bob's mugshot had appeared on screen, his signature grin stretched wide across his face.

• No. This had to be some sick fucking joke, no way. He was in prison for years, why would he get out now? Who knows what he might do?! What if he came for you first—! You couldn't control the trembling in your hands, nor could you avoid the panic bubbling throughout your body. You shut off the TV, before stumbling back onto the couch and curling into a ball. With shaking hands, you struggled to dial Kevin's number through teary eyes.

• You clutched at the front of your shirt, the beginning of a horrible panic attack brewing in your chest. "Please pick up, please—" On the verge of throwing up, you thanked whatever was up there when Kevin had picked up. "Hello? Dude, where are you? I was just about to open the doors—" "K—Kevin— The n—news, last night—!" You could barely speak, sobbing into the speaker and heaving for air. "Woah, calm down... Remember to breathe, okay?" You heard the jingling of keys in the background, along with the crunch of snow underneath his feet.

• "O—Okay..." You closed your eyes and took deep breaths, with Kevin helping you regain your composure over the phone. "Are you alright? What happened?" He asked, concern in his voice. You took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes. "Yeah... On the news this morning, there was a report saying that Bob had got out of jail this morning..." "WHAT?!" Kevin shouted, frantic as you heard him drop his phone. "Shit, sorry— But are you serious?! I'll send Streber over right away!" "Wha—?"

• And... He hung up. You loved Kevin and Streber but they were complete worry warts and you appreciated them for that. You waited in the kitchen, nursing another cup of cold coffee. You should make a new pot— Then a sudden knock came at the door, making you scream at the top of your lungs. You quickly opened the door to see Streber, out of breath and holding a huge suitcase. He obviously just woke up, having thrown over his winter jacket over his pyjamas, which was bat-themed pyjama pants and a band tee he 'borrowed' from you years ago.

• "Hoo, holy fuck... I'm here now, are you okay?!" Streber asked, grabbing you by your shoulders and shaking you. "You gotta get out of here!" He said, still gasping for air. "What???" You were dizzy from how hard he was shaking you, swaying around as he grabbed your hand and dragged you to your room. "It's okay, me and Kevin were thinking about this for awhile now," Streber said, sitting you on the bed and digging through your drawers. "About how you can stay with us, and that way we can keep an eye on you!" He threw armfuls of your clothes into his suitcase, struggling to close it.

• ... Huh? "And now that the weird guy that was stalking you broke out of jail, we think it's the perfect time for you to move in!" Streber finished his ramble, a big smile on his face. He shoved the handle into your hands, a look of anticipation in his eyes. "Well, at least until they catch him... Which'll probably take a few days... Maybe I shouldn't have packed so much— But anyways! What do you say?" He clasped his hands together, a toothy grin on his face. "It'll be just like our high school sleepovers!"

• You barely had the chance to process anything he said, finally having a moment to take it all it. Well, they did mean well and you know damn well it was a bad idea to stay in your house while Bob was on the loose... You gave Streber a nervous smile, giving him a shaky thumbs up. "Yeah, sure. It'll probably only be for a few days anyways!"

• And Streber wasn't kidding, it really was like your high school days! You all played video games well into the morning (which you and Kevin regretted at work), watched a lot of horror movies, played board games, and spent a lot of time just talking and chatting into the night. You had to go to work still, but Kevin was happy to walk with you. Having them around really distracted you from everything going on with Bob.

• But as days went by, there was no news of his recapture. After a week you were getting restless, constantly on edge and watching the news 24/7. Kevin and Streber literally had to force you to go to bed. Eventually weeks went by, and after a month you all were concerned about your safety. You rarely went out of the house whenever you could avoid doing so, only going to work and therapy. When the first disappearance happened, you felt like throwing up when you found out who it was. It was an old coworker of yours.

• He was found in the next week afterwards in his own house, dismembered with some body parts missing. He even lived on the same street as you did, which only meant that Bob had at least attempted to look for you. One month slowly grew into two, and so on and so on. So did the number of bodies. Most were people you knew, but were never close to. You feared for your friends safety, afraid that Bob would find them and kill them just like he did to your coworker... No, they were okay. Bob hadn't found you. Yet.

• You practically lived with Kevin and Streber now, unwilling to be alone in your house. The next few months were hell for you, paranoia and anxiety chipping away at your wellbeing. Kevin and Streber were by your side whenever you needed, more than willing to help you through your situation.

• It was the ninth month of you living with your friends, stuck on the couch with paranoia-induced nightmares. You were still wide awake by seven in the morning, unable to sleep for more than an hour without being rudely awoken by another nightmare. Today was Halloween, which only meant that the Candy Club would be ten times more busy today. You got up, creeping towards the washroom to get ready for work. You peeked into Kevin and Streber's shared room, with the former spread out over Kevin and snoring loudly.

• You smiled at the two, happy that they had gotten together after graduation. It was bound to happen. You turned to face the washroom, when you saw a devil-horned silhouette standing in the doorway. The toothy grin that haunted you for years stretched impossibly wide once his eyes landed on yours, a wicked scream tearing from your throat. You fell on your ass, scrambling backwards until you hit the wall behind you. You rubbed your eyes and looked around wildly, realizing that it was just a hallucination.

• Kevin and Streber had come stumbling out of their room, both of them fighting to squeeze through the doorway in order to get to you. "A—Are you okay?!" Kevin yelled, kneeling beside you and placing a hand on your shoulder. Streber had peeked into the washroom, quirking an eyebrow. "There's no one in here. Did you see something?" He asked, both him and Kevin staring at you with concern. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, avoiding their gazes. "Yeah, I guess I did... I didn't get any sleep last night, that's probably why. Sorry, guys..."

• Kevin and Streber frowned, each of them sitting on opposite sides of you and giving you a sideways hug. "It's alright dude, we get it." Kevin said, giving you a small grin. Streber nodded, smiling at you brightly. "If you'd like, you could probably stay home tonight. Me and Rick can handle it. " Kevin said, watching as you shook your head. "No, it's okay. I think it's best if I go to work. Thanks though." You tried to reassure them both, a weary smile on your face.

• And you weren't kidding when you said it was going to be ten times busier than usual today. When you and Kevin got there to open the store, there were already people lining up to buy candy for tonight. It was going to be a long day... You struggled to stay focused, running on an hour of sleep. You ate a lot of candy in order to stay awake, causing your stomach to ache with both worry and an overload of sugar.

• "Ugh..." You groaned in pain, slamming your face into the counter while Kevin rung up someone's purchase. Your coworker Rick stared at you with what seemed like concern, leaning onto his hand while staring at you. Luckily, kids were starting to go out trick or treating which meant that the store wouldn't be busy for a good while. All you three had to worry about was keeping the store well stocked and handing out free candy cans.

• But without any more customers to distract you from the situation at hand, you were lost in your thoughts. Bob was still on the run and he could be anywhere, and there was ten confirmed deaths— and parents were STILL letting their kids go trick or treating?! Rick seemed to notice your inner turmoil, poking you on the shoulder.

• "What." He asked, his voice as monotone as ever. "Hmm?" You replied blankly, still lost in your thoughts. "What's wrong." Rick said, watching as you glanced at him with a frown. "Oh, nothing. Just worried I guess." You answered, looking at Rick with a reassuring smile. Rick's droopy eyes widened as he avoided your gaze, cheeks turning a slight shade of red. "Hmm."

• Kevin had come back from the back with armfuls of candy, a tired look in his eyes. "Ugh." He uttered, glancing at the muddy floors. You got up from your seat to help him restock, sparking up a conversation with him. You all had collectively sighed when you both finished up your task, thankful for the moment of peace. Rick watched you with interest as you walked past him with a box of candy, getting up to help when you couldn't reach the top shelves. You grinned at him, watching as his shoulders tensed. What a nice guy.

• You were stationed at the till listening into a conversation between Kevin and Rick, leaning onto your hand. Interrupted mid-yawn by the door ringing, you watched as two kids in a pumpkin and skeleton costume came barreling in. You grinned cheekily and got out of your chair, stretching out your back. "Hey, Kevin, your kids are here." You gestured towards the two with a sly grin, watching as his face dropped.

• Kevin gave you a dirty look as you pardoned yourself to the washroom, stifling your laughter. As you got to the staff washroom, you adjusted your uniform. When you were fixing your hat and bow tie in the mirror, you let a yelp of shock tear from your throat when the lights had gone out suddenly. What the hell?

• You flailed around, patting the walls and sink in order to find the door. You heard a loud thud on the sales floor, and then a flurry of footsteps running out of the back door. Unlocking the washroom door, you peeked out of the doorway. It was obviously dark, with only the candy machines illuminating the store. You walked out nervously, grabbing a nearby broom and holding it close. Maybe it was some kids playing a trick... "Hello? Kevin? Rick?" You called as you walked into the sales floor, glancing around nervously.

• No one was there except for a costumed man bent over a mess of gum balls on the floor, eating them by the handful... Disgusting. You cringed and tried to walk over, unaware of the blade sitting next to him. You slipped on a stray gum ball and fell on your ass, a loud grunt of pain coming from you. Man, fucking kids... You knew you should've swept earlier. The man turned to face you, eyes wide with shock as your eyes met. His wide grin faltered as he stood to his full height, towering above you with shaky hands.

• "S—Sweet pea..?" Oh. Oh FUCK. You knew you should've recognized that eerie grin right away, pure terror evident on your face. "I—I finally found ya! O—Oh, it's really you, darlin'!" Bob uttered, like you would shatter at the sound of his voice. He slowly reached towards you with a trembling hand, smile soft and full of wonderment. Where was everyone— How did Bob find you?!

• You couldn't move, nor could you even think straight. You were petrified, glued in place as Bob came closer and close with booming steps. Oh god, no. You knew you shouldn't have come to work tonight. This was you died, wasn't it? You finally snapped back to reality when his fingers grazed your cheek, Bob kneeling in front of you gingerly.

• Do something, do something—! You pat around the floor, fingers landing on the handle of the broom. You shut your eyes tightly as you took the handle in both hands and swinging with all of your might, hitting Bob straight in the face. He screamed in pain, watching as you scrambled away from him, chest heaving with panic. You felt your feet roll over even more gum balls, making it impossible to get up.

• You watched as Bob's shoulders tensed, his smile fading into a grimace. Someone had taken you by the shoulders and pulled you to your feet, dragging you away by your arm. You glanced back at Bob, who's face contorted with anger as he stood up obviously dazed. "GET YOUR HANDS OFFA THEM YA—!" And then he was interrupted by the back door slamming in his face. Your saviour was Rick, who was panting for air as he barricaded the door with a wooden plank. Kevin was currently throwing a box of candy into the arms of the costumed kids, sweat beading down his forehead.

• "Here!" You and Rick watched as the kids thanked him with gigantic smiles on their faces, walking off with an entire box of candy. You and Rick glanced at each other and then walked over to Kevin, who was angrily grumbling to himself. Kevin sighed in relief when he saw you with Rick, running over to you both. "Oh thank god you're okay, I would've came to help but—" He angrily jabbed a thumb in the direction of the kids, furrowing his brows. "I had to deal with THOSE two."

• "Do you deal with this everyday." Rick had asked, deciding to ignore what had just happened. You stood close to Kevin, giving Rick a nervous smile and a little wave. Rick's lips twitched slightly before he gave you a thumbs up. The realization of what just happened hit you suddenly, so as you stumbled away from Kevin with nausea brewing in your stomach, anxiety evident in your voice. "I—I think I'm gonna be sick..." You said quietly, grabbing your stomach. You ran towards the dumpster and threw up, with Rick following close behind and holding your hair out of your face. Kevin grimaced and kneeled next to you, patting your back.

• He was about to pull out his phone to dial the police but someone in a devil costume similar to his had approached you three, scaring the hell out of you and Kevin. Rick could care less. Kevin had also panicked and threw a handful of candy at them, watching as they recoiled in pain. "What the hell dude!" They yelled at Kevin, who stared at them in shock. Rick had stood in front of you and pushed you behind him protectively, shielding your cowering form from the stranger.

• Kevin and the devil guy argued back and forth for a moment until the former threw their arms up, pointing towards the store. "I just wanted to say that kids are stealing candy!" You and Kevin shared a look that said 'oh shit' and both collectively cussed and ran back inside. While you may be on the verge of a panic attack, you still needed a paycheque.

• The night was relatively peaceful after that, but you were pacing back and forth trying to keep yourself occupied with cleaning up and restocking everything. You kept mumbling to yourself, jumping whenever someone walked in. It got to a point where Rick had gotten up and dragged you towards the counter, said "Sit.", pushed you into a chair, and then sat back down like nothing happened.

• Kevin was calling Streber like crazy, but he wouldn't answer any of his phone calls or texts. The both of you were on edge until closing. Kevin was fidgeting as Rick locked the front doors, all three of you overtired and exhausted. It was closing time, finally. God, you needed to call the police— or get home, you didn't care anymore. You just wanted to be out of the public eye, sick to your stomach. Too bad you had to stay behind and clean up.

• Kevin took you by the shoulders and pulled you aside. "Listen, I've gotta go find Streber. He isn't answering any of my calls and I'm scared if he's—" You took a deep breath and placed a hand on his own, a nervous smile on your face. "I—It's fine, I can get home by myself." Kevin frowned and shook you by your shoulders. "Your stalker is on the loose! You should call the police or something, or you can wait here for me." He offered, obviously desperate to go and look for his boyfriend.

"... Okay. I'll just stay here and clean up with Rick." You said, glancing at Rick. He looked at you with wide eyes before coughing into his hand and flushing pink. Everything was going to be okay, right?

(I’m a simp for Rick also R.I.P Streber LOL)

#yandere bob velseb #yandere headcanons #yandere blog #yandere fic #yandere x reader #yandere spooky month #yandere writing #yandere x you #yandere #spooky month #spooky month x reader #bob velseb #bob velseb x reader #my favourite employee

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kentocidal · 11 months

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i fucking hate you (but i love you)

alhaitham x afab!reader

tws: dubcon, afab reader, hatefucking, semi-public (they’re in the akademiya), porn with plot, alhaitham has questionable motives but like barely so do with this warning what you will, pulling out

words: ~3.9k

a/n: i did his story quest and then i was possessed. lol um anyway. reblogs >>> likes.

it was your fault for choosing the elective course with the smallest number of registered students. no, seriously, it had to have been your fault. only you of all people would have made such an idiotic mistake. you knew something was up when you had enrolled and saw the suspiciously low number, but hey, it was just an easy elective from haravatat, what could go wrong?

everything. the answer had been everything.

“you have it wrong again.”

those words had become ingrained into your brain, etched into your bloodstream and made you boil over. you had failed almost every test, every assignment, absolutely butchering every field task you were given for this class about linguistics for a language you had been studying for years, and instead of just dropping the class and choosing another elective, you chose to take on a tutor, also from your class at the time, and he had been your worst nightmare.

alhaitham. a star haravatat student destined for greatness. someone you should have been looking up to, someone that honestly should have helped more. but, alas, alhaitham (in your opinion) was stuck too far up his own ass to help with your grades, or with your comprehension of anything having to do with the material you were struggling with.

“this is an easy concept. i really do not need to explain it to you.”

“you- you’re literally being paid to explain it to me. explain it.”

“no.”

“you do realize you’re supposed to be tutoring me?”

“yes, i do. i have explained this concept three times by now. at this point, it is simply your own fault for not comprehending it- you are definitely wrong again there, too.”

alhaitham did not help your grades. alhaitham did not help you. he did not find the idea of helping someone other than himself interesting, not in the slightest, but yet he still showed up to your twice-a-week tutoring sessions to piss you the fuck off.

twice a week you would be given long paragraphs to read over and translate, or images of runes to decipher and translate again. and alhaitham would sit next to you, his nose in a book, barely answering your questions with more than ten words at maximum. or, worse, he would stand almost over you, his presence just over your shoulder and over your back, watching the way your ink pencil scribbled mindlessly over the images or the texts to try and make sense of them. he would click his tongue in those moments, shifting his weight behind you, and the hairs on your neck would always stand on end.

alhaitham was really only there because he was forced to, and so were you, but in the short month and a half that you were with him twice a week, you found yourself absolutely loathing your fellow student.

you passed the class by a hair’s breadth, marring your educational reputation within the akademiya for good. and it was mostly your fault for believing that the elective course would be easy for you, but something inside of you had snapped. you did not like alhaitham.

you grunted as you carried the hefty file down the long, winding hallway, clutching it close to your chest and gritting your teeth.

it had been a long time since that elective course, and every time you heard of alhaitham’s academic achievements afterward sent some foreign emotion through your body. while he continued to succeed and grow, you had to rebuild your reputation from the ground up. while he became a scribe, a hero, you were stuck in the shadows, working in the background for your previous master in spantamad. your name was listed almost last on all of his papers, as if he was ashamed of the fact that you were there. you felt as though your accomplishments were not your own, and you were promptly of the opinion that someone other than yourself needed to be blamed for your unfortunate misgivings.

alhaitham was that person. which was why this task of yours was so bothersome.

not only were you lugging worthless documents halfway across sumeru city to the akademiya main offices to drop them off for filing, you had to hand them to alhaitham. the same guy who you felt had a hand in ruining you.

you gritted your teeth harder together as you made your way up the stairs towards the scribe’s private offices.

you felt like he had been a constant presence in your life ever since that semester with him. alhaitham was consistently in the background, enshrouding your consciousness with his overbearing presence. you wanted to walk through sumeru city to clear your head from studying? he was there, sitting in the back of puspa cafe with some physics book in hand. you wanted to go out towards apam woods to get some data on ley lines for your research and your thesis? he was there too, studying some old decrepit domain and sketching the symbols on the arches. and he would always glance over, as if to say, see, i’m better than you. you’re not worthy of your lowly position beneath me.

part of you wanted to seriously scream at him. give him a piece of your mind. but maybe that’s what he really wanted from you, or maybe he really just didn’t care. not at all.

you stopped outside the door to the scribe’s office, glaring hard at the lacquered nameplate that had been made for him. ‘scribe alhaitham.’ what a fucking joke.

you shifted the heavy folder to one arm and turned the knob, pushing the door all the way open. the scribe was often never in the place anyone needed him to be, so you had been instructed to just leave the file on his desk with a note from your master that simply explained where it was from, and to please file accordingly, thank you very much.

unfortunately, though, you weren’t allowed to have good luck. not when it came to alhaitham.

you stared bug-eyed at the gray-haired man sitting behind a desk that had never been so neat in the length of time that you had been dropping files off to him. it seemed that the scribe had actually chosen to report to work during business hours, for the first time in his adult working life, and looking at him straight on made your stomach flip.

also, you hadn’t knocked. so you were just barging in on the scribe while he was probably doing something of some importance to warrant his appearance in the akademiya.

you wanted to be sick. you couldn’t.

“excuse me?” alhaitham stared at you, a look of mild surprise overshadowed by annoyance. “can i… help you with something? you look lost.”

you stared at him for another moment, feeling like a fish out of water what with the way your jaw opened and closed. it had been a considerable amount of time since you had seen him up close.

“i’m- here to drop these off.”

“okay.” he jutted his chin towards his desk, and you remembered that yeah, you should probably put them down and leave.

just put them down and leave. your feet moved, and your arms moved to shift the weight of the file folder, and your hands definitely moved to grab it and set it down properly in front of him, but your head? your head was spinning, what was this? loathing? rage? jealousy?

“next time, you really should knock. i was in the middle of something.”

his voice cut like a knife, and your lips were moving before you could wrap your head around your thoughts.

“oh, i’m so sorry, scribe alhaitham. or should i still call you the grand sage? i don’t know what to call you these days, since you’re never around to do your job.”

you hesitated for a second after the words left your mouth, and then you took a step back to look at him, eyes wide.

alhaitham was a rather stoic man. his facial expression almost never changed from that of mild boredom and dissatisfaction with the world around him. he was the type of man to sit and stew about everything all of the time. it seemed, to many, like he had no true emotions at all.

this time, though, when you looked at him after insulting him to his face, he looked… he looked almost shocked, bewildered would be a better word for it. somewhere in those oranged-tinged irises, though, laid a deeply seated heat that could only be attributed to anger.

you had gotten a rise out of him.

“i’m sorry?” his voice was steady, but from where he was sitting in his chair, he looked stiff.

you swallowed. you would be fired. at least you could go out in a blaze of glory.

“you heard me.” your voice was shaking, and you forced air back into your lungs as you did your best to find the best vocabulary to use on him. he was intelligent, after all; he’d be able to understand. “it isn’t my fault for just walking in here. i mean, you’re never around when you’re supposed to be. isn’t it the job of the scribe to, you know, take notes of the goings-on in meetings and within the akademiya? you would think that after your disgustingly high pay raise from playing grand sage simulator for a month, you would find it in you to stop being so self-serving and actually do some of us a favor by doing your job. we’ve all gotten accustomed to you not being around when you need to be because you’re always off doing some fuckery or some independent research, so excuse me for deciding to skip the formality that i don’t believe you truly deserve.”

you had to force air back into your lungs. you had shifted forward a bit, hands on his desk, towering over him like you had some sort of power in this dynamic, when it was entirely the opposite.

alhaitham’s brows were knitted together, an annoying crease making itself known above the bump in his nose. you took another breath as he sat back, smoothed out the front of his shirt.

“are you still hung up on our class together?”

you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. “what?”

“you cannot blame me for your lack of educational prowess in a subject that is far out of your field.” alhaitham hummed as he pushed his chair back, got to his feet, reminded you of his station above you both physically and mentally. “i tried to tutor you, but nothing i did for you ever worked. that is simply not my fault.”

“you-” you stood up, trying to meet his height. “you asshole. you didn’t try at all. all you did was intimidate me- this has nothing to do with the past!” you snarled at him, all bark and really no bite, “i have tried my best to recover from the hell that you put me through. while you were handed everything on a silver spoon, i had to claw my way into a job-”

“don’t try and speak on subjects you don’t have any true knowledge of, it’s unbecoming.” he squinted at you, hands relaxed at his sides while yours were fists.

alhaitham was a menace. you hated him. he had everything you had ever wanted – a cushy job within the akademiya, status, worthy research tagged to his name, and you had failed one class in his field and failed. it had shifted your world, your future, and he remembered it.

“you make me sick.” you hissed at him, and he barely shrugged as he stepped around the wooden desk between you to your side.

“i can’t say the feeling is mutual, because it certainly isn’t. i almost want to pity you.”

he was tall. you felt like heat was radiating off of him as you took a step back and away from him, just one. you glared up at him, something in your abdomen shifting, like when you would drink too much water at one time. maybe you were going to be sick because of him.

it was stifling in the small office as you glared at each other. the proximity between you and the scribe was small to begin with, but it felt like it became ever smaller now that alhaitham was on the same side of the desk as you.

alhaitham sighed. “you are just as pathetic now as you were then in my class. it’s unfortunate that you barely passed, there’s potential in you.” the feeble scholar stepped into your personal space, crowding you against the bookcase behind you. “i’ve seen your previous work, your research. i am the scribe, after all. i do in fact do my job, and do it well. if you had been just a bit more open to learning from me, perhaps you would have my position instead.”

something inside your chest lurched as you stared up at him, your anger and hatred pulling back like waves receding from the shoreline, leaving something in its wake.

the tide shifted. a storm was brewing.

it was hot in the office. far too quiet. no one ever really came up to the scribe’s office, let alone his floor; he was never there, there was barely a need.

the tension in the room crackled. alhaitham had always been there, working in the background, tugging your eyes away from your work or your life to command your attention to him.

the first crack of lightning spidered across an ever-darkening sky.

you weren’t sure who had moved first, whether it had been your hands to his collar or his hands to your face, but suddenly he was on you, his mouth on yours, bruising and forcing you to simply open up to him. and you were kissing him back, fingers curled into the collar of his shirt, crumpling it beneath your nails and tugging him forward to feel the weight of his broad chest pressed against yours.

his tongue bullied its way into your mouth, fighting with yours to occupy the most space; alhaitham always took up the most space in a room and this was no exception. his hands, calloused from his sword usage and so hot, brought your face closer to his and tipped your head back to really stand over you. you felt him against your thigh through his pants, hard and twitching, and part of you wondered how long he had been hard for. did he get off on getting told he was shit at his job? at being degraded?

did he get worked up because it was you?

his hands slid their way down from your face, over your chest and to your sides to pull you flush to him. some worthless sound bubbled up in your throat, making you feel small and meek against his broad chest.

he started to move, and you went with him, biting at his lips and making him hiss and bite you right back.

he brought you over to the front of his desk again, barely pulling away and licking the saliva that clung between you two away to push you back until you were just barely sitting on the top of his desk. he seemed to have a motive, calculated ministrations planned three moves ahead at all times.

you felt like a pawn in his chess game, and you let him take your queen.

his rough hands gripped at your sides and pushed their way towards the buckle on your pants, and you put your hands on his desk to lift yourself up, sliding on the papers you had brought and scattering some to the ground.

“you messed it up,” he huffed at you, his turquoise eyes completely hooded and darkened to some deep, foreign color.

“fuck you.”

“i will.” he grunted as he pulled your uniform pants down and off, dropping them to the floor and shoving his way right back between your thighs.

you panted, having barely a moment of reprieve as he removed his hands from your body to start tugging at his belt buckle. somewhere in your hazy mind, you asked yourself what you were doing, but the question disappeared when his lips crashed into yours again, making your teeth bump into his and making you whine.

it was like he needed to remind you that he was in charge here. he was ahead of you in everything, always coming out on top, even now.

you groaned into his mouth when you heard his belt buckle finally clink open, and the shuffling of fabric. he didn’t push his pants or boxers down, not yet anyway; he pulled away from your kiss finally and put a hand on the back of your head, guiding your forehead to his shoulder to make you watch as his fingers moved your panties to the side to reveal your sticky cunt to the both of you. you bit your lip to fight back a whine, his fingers threading through your hair as the middle finger on his other hand swiped slowly through your folds, making you jolt. he was silent as his rough finger traced over your hard clit before slipping back down and slowly, slowly sinking into your fluttering hole.

you moaned, mouth dropping open as knuckle by knuckle your enemy’s thick finger pushed into you, you wanted to drop your head back, arch up into him, but the hand in your hair held you steady and firm, acting like an anchor while the storm crashed in your ocean.

he pumped his finger in and out of you, experimentally, testing the waters, stretching you. it wasn’t for your pleasure, despite how he curled in you; he was prepping you proper, stretching you open.

one finger turned to two, and your moans got higher at the stretch, turning to whines as your thighs tried to press together but couldn’t because of his hips being in the way. he kept you spread open, barely having a foothold on the desk, gripping at his shirt. he had you at his mercy as he scissored his fingers inside you to prep you, soaking his hand with your juices, shushing you gently and making sure you were ready to take his cock.

you cried out when two fingers turned to three, scissoring and stretching you farther than your own fingers had allowed. your head was buzzing and part of you recognized that you were allowing this to occur on an akademiya desk in an akademiya building, but fuck it. damn it all to hell, even.

his fingers slowly pulled out of you and you whined at the loss, but his opposite hand pulled your head up by your hair to get you sitting up straight. both of his hands moved to finally, finally free his cock from its constraints, and it jumped up towards his stomach, hard and leaking.

you bit your lip. what had you gotten yourself into?

neither of you said a word as he pulled your panties to the side again, harder this time, and pressed the hot tip of his cock to your wet clit. the slide made you both groan, your eyes rolling back while his nose scrunched up slightly.

alhaitham gritted his teeth as he guided the head of his cock through your sticky folds, catching on your entrance and making you whimper. it was only a matter of time until he was pushing into you, guiding himself all the way, sinking deep into your wet heat and carving himself a home there.

your jaw went slack and your hands braced themselves on the desk, crumpling your papers, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

your eyes finally caught alhaitham’s when you felt his hands under your knees, pulling them up to hook in the slots of his elbows. you squirmed. you were completely open, stretched and full, being forced to be split apart on his cock.

he stared at your face as he pulled his hips back, and then slammed home, and got a sick pleasure out of watching all of the air leave your lungs.

he set a brutal pace, grunting and watching your pussy closely as you started to wail into the confines of his office, head either thrown back or staring down at the milky white ring you were leaving at the base of his cock. it bullied into you, and you swore you could feel his tip kissing your cervix when he shifted angles.

finally, the prodigal scribe spoke, shifting and leaning more into you to bite at your neck. “fuck…” he groaned against your ear, and you felt like you had ascended.

the tidal wave building within you finally started to come to a crescendo, and your body started to go taut, squirming under him, clawing at his back. “a-a- ‘haitham, i-“

“i know. i can feel you.” he practically growled against your ear, and the bass was like thunder, making you cry out and start to really come on his cock, the pap, pap, pap of his hips meeting yours getting louder as you gushed around him and gripped him like a vice.

he huffed against your skin and made sure you were properly coming down from your high before pulling out at the absolute last minute to shoot white ropes over your pussy, making a further mess of you.

you both stayed there for a second, panting against each other’s skin. your hands slowly dropped from his back, and he placed one of your legs down carefully, and then the other, as if he were some kind of gentleman. that kindness was kind of wiped away by the way he assessed the mess of your pussy, hummed, and moved your panties back to their rightful spot, keeping his cum there. he patted your pussy over your panties, making you jump and whimper.

“this should keep you relaxed now, shouldn’t it? you are always so upset. hopefully this will keep you at bay for some time for me to continue my work.” alhaitham took a small step back to tuck himself away and fix his pants, cleaning himself up while you sat there on his desk, ever so slow to catch up to his speed.

you couldn’t say anything before he was helping you back into your uniform. your head was clouded and foggy as he looked you over, holding your chin between his wet fingers and assessing your face.

“you have potential. i can assure you of that. do not underestimate your intelligence or your strengths.” he pressed an almost chaste kiss to your lips. “go, your other master is most likely wondering where you’ve gone. do not make him think you are skipping out on your assignments.”

confused and muddled, you left the office and shut the door behind you.

your anger surged, but it was but a small wave against the much larger ship that was now going to become a problem: you liked him.

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #tw.dubcon #alhaitham.txt #asktotag.txt #tw.ns/fw #woodrow.txt #here it is folks! eat up!

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What type of guardian are they?(Heartslabyul)

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---------Riddle(Angel)----------------------- -he’s a rule book kinda guy -in heaven there are rules on how to guide and protect the soul of a individual and he follows every code word from word -I mean what do you expect from this angel -In terms of range; your always in his line of sight but he prefers to be out of sight from you -it’s just easier that way for riddle -Riddle is here to guide you to a path or righteousness and order instead of chaos -when you pass he plans to lead you to heaven and become his assistant or acquaintance -when choosing you, he probably saw you as a person with some form of chaos in your life and in desperate need of some order -most people would say you’d be lucky to have riddle for he can do more than just lead you to order -grades would improve, you seem to be fluent in task and hardly struggle, and would improve in your career -that was riddle helping you in the shadows giving you some motivation -even now you’re oblivious to who or what is giving you this luck

=================================== --------Ace(demon)-------------------------- -he’s the devil on your shoulder -literally -You will be well aware he’s the one looking after your soul which doesn't sound good no matter how he puts it -unlike riddle he’s all for a little chaos and mischief -he’s getting you in trouble by a lot of people -teachers, other people, but not enough trouble to kill you or put you in a terrible situation -he’s not that evil -despite this, he’s super real to you -he’s not a bad person to turn to for advice over some topics -he’s always 100% when it comes to anything -will roast you if you look sloppy or something -he doesn't know what to do with you if you die other then just snatching that soul he’s been protecting and consume it -one benefit of having this guy is that you can see through simple magic -learning simple magic tricks will become easy for you if you wanted to become some street performer

========================================= -------------Deuce(angel)-------------------- -he’s doing his best -you end up finding out who deuce is the second day he was even assigned to you -stealth isn't his strong suit -he’s nice and easy to talk to when you have a bad day -he often goes out with you in human form -he takes your safety very seriously and is cautious about most activities you do -for example let's say you like to rock climb -he would vocalize his concerns and often insist to go with you and triple checks if you have all of the equipment -now even if he express his concerns for some things, it’s really rare for deuce to take action to prevent you from enjoys or participating in these activities -other plus sides to deuce is that you learn self control -deuce wasn't always a good egg in life so he would want to help those who are like himself and have them become something better then the life before

========================================= --------------Trey(demon)------------------------------ -he’s honestly a sweet guy when you meet him -Trey appeared to you when you were at your lowest and gives you encouragement to keep moving forward -it was hard to believe he’s a devil to begin with -he normally found at your place and make sure food is always ready for you -When trey moves in, your place will permanently smell like a bakery -other then stuffing you silly, he also looks after you emotionally and makes sure you’re not harmed in anyway for it’s his obligation and duty -he teaches you how to cook and bake for yourself so it saves some money because you guys don’t get fast food often. -oddly enough other then you gain the talent of baking, you also get the blessing of patients from him -------------Cater(fallen)----------------------------- -he appears to you as a human who wants to room with you and become your roommate -he’s super nice to you and makes you feel like you can tell him everything -that’s the plan after all -Not to say cater will manipulate you for his own advances,he genuinely likes you and so he’d wanted to protect your soul -he wants to get to know you and see if your soul holds true. -he just wants to know if your 100% genuine -if you wanted to know the latest trends or today’s gossip or even the newest things Cater is your man -he keeps you up to date and teaches you the topic of everything -so socal conversations will be less awkward for you to have some basic knowledge of almost every trending topic. -like riddle, he wouldn't reveal his true Identity to you just yet.

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#twisted wonderland guardian au #twist guardian au #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader

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dagwolf · 5 months

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It's that time of the year where I'm grading many essays. My English 4 students are wrapping up their novels and good ole theme essays and my Eng 101 students' semester is at an end, so I'm evaluating arguments and preparing them for Eng 102.

Over the decades, I've gotten better at this. I'm a quick grader, but it takes a toll. This year I've been harping on them learning to better incorporate quotes into their work. Easier said than done. The student writer doesn't really learn until they do. They remember the rhetoric, structures, and other teachings, if they're paying attention, but until they try to practice what they've learned, they don't pick up good writing habits. I get half my students dumping quotes into essays as if quotes speak for themselves.

I get a lot of teachers worrying over student stamina and attentiveness these days. But I feel it's about the same it's always been with writing students. A few in each class shine and illustrate genuine learning and care. A good bunch reach for success but are mired in bad habits, sometimes (maybe often) taught to them by other teachers. And some just aren't writers and don't give an effort enough to flex those writing muscles. I'm not seeing that generational difference that some see.

What I do see is that we are asked as teachers and students to care more about grades than we are about discourse about the work we do and the important narratives about that work that would likely develop otherwise. I had a student today more interested in the type of A she was going to receive than interested in why she was assessed lower than she expected. (She isn't incorporating quotes well, insisting the reader make connections, and so not really mastering control of her prose.) She felt let down by her grade. I was like, hey, let's talk about your work which is over all wonderful but let's focus on where you have room to grow. The grading at this point was interfering with the opportunity to learn. Her sense of achievement not in the possibilities present in the discourse but mired in the accumulation of dead points.

And so it is with most students in high school. Even the poor student who struggles to pass has learned to focus on enough points to pass rather than to puzzle their way to better study habits in conversation with their teacher. I find it horrifying that we blame students for their perspective which I feel is daily taught to them, reinforced until they are habituated accountants.

#teaching #teachers #english teachers #composition #pedagogy

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Feedback Fest 2024

Ao3 is hosting a Feedback Fest for International Fanworks Day! The goal here is to recommend 10 fanworks. I never make rec lists, but let's try this out.

These are not in any particular order, and hardly an exhaustive list of fics that I have read and enjoyed. If we went back through my history there would be too many.

List is under the cut.

Just a Kid by AHeartforStories (@howtowhumpyourhiccup)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: mature

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Relationships:

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless

Astrid & Fishlegs & Hiccup & Ruffnut & Snotlout & Tuffnut

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Stoick the Vast

Gobber the Belch & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Dagur the Deranged & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Alvin the Treacherous & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Word Count: 248,402

Summary: A Httyd Zombie AU set in the modern world. There are dragons.

At 15, Hiccup believes his biggest struggles are teachers who won't stop hounding him for his grades, a father who doesn't quite listen to him, or how unpopular he is at school. Every regular teenager's worst nightmare, right?

But then a new and mysterious illness that's been rapidly spreading amongst the populace takes a surprising turn and the day comes Hiccup wishes his former daily struggles had been the only struggles he would have to deal with.

He is, after all, just a kid.

My Thoughts: This story has everything! It’s got full and fleshed out relationships between the characters. The character dynamics are just so good. It’s got dragons! A modern zombie AU with dragons is such a cool concept, and it was executed so well. I have yet to finish reading it, but I’ve enjoyed each and every chapter of this. (I think I left off on chapter 25.) The emotions are so real and so in character, and the events of the story are bold and exciting! I really love this fic.

The Storm Passes by AHeartforStories (@howtowhumpyourhiccup)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: general audiences

Warnings: none

Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson

Word Count: 521

Summary: Set after THW, the dragons never left. Hiccup’s pain has been mostly minimal, but the odd day does come when the pain comes and can only leave on its own. On those days, it’s nice to just have someone be there for him.

My Thoughts: A fic that understands chronic pain to an intimate degree? Hell yes! I love fics that deal with Hiccup most likely having chronic pain from his amputation. It just makes sense, you know? So well written, and such a depth of understanding. I have it downloaded on multiple devices because it’s a favorite.

Switching Like a Lever by Lillith Loves Viggo (@lilliths-httyd-blog

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: mature

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Word Count: 818

Summary: Viggo can't decide whether to kill Hiccup or nurture him.

My Thoughts: Oh my god, this one is so excellent. It really shows how cognitive dissonance and conflicting emotions work! It shows the inner conflict in Viggo and the outer conflict between Viggo and Hiccup so well. They have quite the dynamic in canon, and this fic really just delves into it. Love it.

Seeds of Doubt by mushroomwizzard157 (@thedragon-and-hisboy)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: teen

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: gen

Word Count: 8,320

Summary: Alvin's latest attempt at kidnapping Hiccup to train his dragons has succeeded due to temporarily incapacitating Stoick. Now, the guilt and shame of allowing his son to be taken from him is growing inside Stoick like a sickly plant. He must overcome his emotions to save Hiccup before it is too late.

My Thoughts: Okay, I really love this fic. Hiccup whump with Stoick angst? Always a treat! Love it when those two get to suffer. The symbolism is utterly fantastic, and I love the ending. This whole thing is genius.

Choosing to Forget by mandolindoodler (@mdoodlerfandomart)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: teen

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Word Count: 27,390

Summary: Viggo thinks Hiccup has amnesia and Hiccup isn’t about to correct him anytime soon.

My Thoughts: An unfinished masterpiece. The concept is so different and interesting from other Vigcup stories I’ve read, and the dynamic between Hiccup and Viggo is just so good. I also really like how fleshed out the Dragon Hunters are in this. Hell, this story even has me liking Ryker! Great story. So, so good.

Terms of Agreement by @violet-moonstone

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: explicit

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Relationships:

Dagur the Deranged/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Heather

Word Count: 15,919

Summary: When Heather learns that her brother is attracted to Hiccup, she convinces her friend to flirt with Dagur to distract him during fights. But as Hiccup gets closer to the Berserker, he finds himself in a situation that is much more than he bargained for...

My Thoughts: Oh my gosh, I adored this fic! I remember taking screenshots of some of the dialogue and internal monologues and posting them because I enjoyed them so much. Everything was so perfectly in character. It was funny and sweet and hot. Excellent fic.

and the universe is forgetting you by exhaustedwerewolf

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rated: teen

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Relationships: Claudia Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 1,706

Summary: So, Stiles thinks, as distantly as he can, examining the thought like it’s something cold and unalive that he can turn over in his hands. His… or more accurately, "this," body.

(Whoever’s it is.)

This body will be new again in seven years.

Stiles' old body, and his new one. Things that are permanent, things that aren't, and his lack of a say in any of it.

My Thoughts: Pure poetry. That’s what I have to say about this fic. It was so beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes. I read it years ago, and years later I am still thinking about it. It touched me so deeply. I just adore it.

No Such Liberty by Xparrot

Fandom: The Avengers, Thor

Rated: teen

Warnings: none

Relationships: Loki & Thor

Word Count: 147,316

Summary: The first thing Loki said, after he had swiped his tongue over his lips to wet them, was, "You shouldn't trust me."

Following the attack on New York, Thor takes Loki back to Asgard in chains; but this does not mean that the god of mischief's schemes are ended, or that Thor has or ever will give up on his brother. But when Thanos threatens the realm to claim his lost prizes, on which side will Loki fall?

My Thoughts: I read this right after the first Avengers movie, and oh my god, it was such a gem to find! It has absolutely stellar interactions between the characters and a war with Thanos that actually makes sense. Like, this was an incredible story. I was so glad when I found the ao3 version so that I could download it and keep it. (Fanfiction.net, where I first read it, is fleeting.)

Deathless by Lif61 (@lifblogs)

Fandom: Supernatural

Rated: mature

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: gen

Word Count: 194,248

Summary: While sorting through the artifacts kept by the Men of Letters, Sam happens across a mysterious and powerful amulet. As he is pushed into using its dark powers he is forced to face his traumatizing past and forge the way into a possibly more terrifying future.

My Thoughts: I was reading this fic when season 11 was coming out, and I kept confusing the events in the fic with the events in the show. I would be like: “Wait, wait… I thought that happened in canon.” That’s how good this fic is. It intertwines with canon so well while being its own, fully-fleshed out story. The buildup was interesting and the battles were fantastic. I love the chapter about Ivan. I just… *clenches fist* loved it. Really excellent fic!

The Sins of Heaven by Lif61 (@lifblogs)

Fandom: Supernatural

Rated: explicit

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, underage

Relationships:

Castiel/Dean Winchester

Jack Kline/Anael

Jack Kline/Original Female Character(s)

Jack Kline/Original Male Character(s)

Word Count: 164,627

Summary: After running away from home, Jack is kidnapped by angels who want to use him to repopulate Heaven's dying forces.

My Thoughts: This fic was started for me as a really fucked up birthday present, and oh boy, did it deliver. I got like, multiple presents out of this one! It was so messed up, but in the most satisfying way possible. I loved it. I loved it so much. Thank you so much, sis!

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「 III 」

Two souls bound together by blood, tied to others who aim for something to soothe their own greed.

And a twisted fate that leads them down the same path, the two paths merging and leading to the final chapter.

But they say something as insignificant as someone stepping on that path for a fleeting moment can start a new chapter.

Laide and Sofiane, are the names of two brothers born on the same day a year apart.

Laide, the eldest, is a kind soul who after an accident becomes mute, too afraid to talk except for a few words to his younger brother. Could be described as a scardy-cat despite his tall and muscular frame. Has long dark brown hair since he hates having his hair cut. His hair often framed his face nicely.

Sofiane, the youngest, is a bit tougher and more protective, especially regarding his older brother. He's not as muscular as his brother but just as tall. Has a meaner-looking face and a scar on his jaw that stretches to his cheek. Actually has a mullet instead of keeping his hair too long like his brother.

The eldest is 23 and the youngest follows at 22. While they both love each other, they were abandoned by their guardians who were supposed to take care of them after their parents passed, the inheritance their parents left stolen from them when they had both started highschool.

Sofiane had skipped a grade when he was younger so he and his brother usually ended up in the same class. And that was how he grew more aggressive toward those who would be mean or bully his brother.

He wasn't afraid to take on a role of protection and was smart enough to not get caught if he got into fights or maybe blackmailed someone that was being too extreme in their bullying.

But because of their lack of decent guardians, Laide and Sofiane were often on the streets, wandering from time to time, and couldn't attend college due to struggling with funding.

If only they could have gotten their inheritance back they could at least use some for funding their schooling and the rest towards rent but with the way things were going it was causing the both of them to spiral.

Laide would occasionally find Sofiane roughed up and would softly patch him up in the confines of their tiny studio apartment in a dingy part of town. And in those moments Laide would tear up and apologize to his brother.

"I'm sorry...I'm not good at protecting you." He would mumble, his voice soft from hardly speaking, only saying a few things occasionally, and used a notepad most of the time with strangers or others he interacted with. But he tries his best to speak with Sofiane.

And Sofiane hated when his brother apologized because his brother felt guilty for not fighting back against their former guardians to keep themselves in a safer environment. He knew Laide blamed himself for how they ended up.

So Sofiane would bring out a chess set, the only thing they had left of their parents with them and they'd play a game of chess when things were rough.

But Sofiane was the one who started to break down first. The struggle to keep rent and wishing that he could just get his hands on a decent job so he could save up to get enough money for tuition and then finally get himself and his brother out of poverty.

His thoughts would spiral and soon his brother would follow.

One day Sofiane suggested to Laide they go on a walk.

Laide agreed and they both walked side by side, out of the neighborhood, into several different parts. They walked for what felt like hours until they reached a lovely bridge and the low tide making small splashes against the canal walls.

And in a soft tone, Sofiane spoke up, "Do you think maybe we could be born again?" He asked, leaning against the stone bridge as he gazed down at the dark water.

Laide knew then and there what his brother was insinuating and leaned next to him, their shoulders touching and their breath visible in the cold autumn air.

"I think we could see them one more time." He started, trailing off as he gazed down at the waters below, "But if we are, I'll always want to be your brother again." He stated.

It was a silent promise between the two but before either could try to initiate the act they were going to do together, a person's voice spoke up nervously, "W-wait!!".

They both looked startled as their heads turned so fast they nearly got whiplash. And there you stood, a thin robe and a pair of slippers slipped on your feet but half of your heel was sticking out as you slipped on two mismatched slippers of different colors and shapes.

"Um. Sorry! I uh... just you two look like you could really use a warm drink!" She stammered out, clearly eyeing the bridge and both of their hands on the bridge.

Sofiane at first thought this was some sort of weird human trafficking. No way was someone reaching out to suicidal strangers for the fuck of it.

But Laide nodded, Sofiane nearly dragged him back but the hopeful look in his brothers' eyes stopped him and so he nodded as well.

He observed everything, noticing that your house was right next to the bridge, the opposite way they came. And you opened up your door and showed them to the couch.

Sofiane watched as you went to the open kitchen and pull out a small pot, turning on the stove. Honestly, he was confused, and so was his brother who also watched you with interest.

"You can come watch if you want. You both are pretty tall for my small kitchen but the smell will be super nice in a minute." You said, your voice loud enough to reach into the living room.

The brothers looked at each other before shuffling into the kitchen, sofiane wanted to watch out of a mixture of curiosity and to make sure you weren't putting anything weird into the drink.

And Laide just was purely curious, his eyebrows slightly raised and eyes watching intently as he and his brother stood hunched over you in the kitchen.

You had a cabinet in front of the stove, one that you added to the house to keep all your spices and teas organized. A serving of milk and water were already pulled out beside the stove in their own respective cups

You leaned over to the mortar and pestle that had its spot near next to the kitchen tiled wall, you carefully picked out cinnamon, cardamom, and a bit of pepper and reached out for some ginger.

You stood still for a moment, glancing at the spices before you pulled out some cloves and a bit of nutmeg, finally grinding the spices together and pulling out a tea tin labeled "Assam". You didn't have a lot of black teas that weren't mixed with other things and you preferred earl grey by itself so Assam was the best type of tea leaf to do the job.

After grinding the spices you added some water to the pot, allowing the water to come to a boil before adding the spices. After that started you added the tea leaves, carefully turning down the heat and let the mixture brew.

The brothers watched and felt a sense of peace. The two minutes that passed before you added the milk felt so peaceful. It reminded them of when they still had their parents to go back to and wandering around the kitchen asking their mother when dinner would be ready.

The smell of spices enhanced that feeling and they watched as you pulled out a strainer to let the chai pass through into three mugs.

You had made just enough for all three, shooing them out of the kitchen before you gave them the mugs.

"You can stay the night okay?" You started, looking at both of them with a soft look, "And it's okay to ask for help you know? It's okay to go through rough times and not know how to move forward. But I'm sure if you reach out, there's going to be the right person to listen."

With those words you left them, taking your mug upstairs to your bedroom, always locking the door since leaving strangers in your house was always a risk.

And with that the brothers silently sipped on the warm drink, feeling themselves relax softly against the old couch. And just like that, Sofiane started crying, all the tears he never wept from the difficulties he went through spilling out.

Laide hugged his brother softly, patting his back. And Sofiane knew then and there that he couldn't let the people who stole everything away from them get away with it. He'd go to every lawyer in this city if he had to if it meant he could get someone to listen.

Your words that day impacted them, and after a small nap, they left your home silently.

At the time they didn't have much, but left behind a note of thanks on a notepad left on your coffee table. They wished they could stay, wanting to be wrapped in the warm comfort you brought them all the time. But they knew they had to be better than they were now.

They needed to be better so they could lay the world beneath your feet.

Laide and Sofiane were smart. Sofiane is undoubtedly the smartest of the two and the one who could have gotten a scholarship to cover all the fees if only he and his brother weren't kicked out when they were 16 and 17.

After that, both of them worried too much about how to stay off the streets and keep a roof over their head than school.

Laide had resented their guardians who turned their back on them and took everything. Their childhood home, many of their parents' belongings, and heirlooms were taken and used as leverage. The company their parents left behind was taken as well since the people their parents had trusted to take care of their children in case of something happened would backstab them without even a moment's glance.

Sofiane on the other hand only held rage. Laide had suffered due to their guardians the most, eventually growing to not talk to others because of the abuse. And Sofiane could only watch his talkative and curious older brother grow quiet and nonverbal. And he couldn't even blame him either. Because he himself was terrified of being at the end of their guardians' wrath.

But luckily when Laide would deal with their guardians, Sofiane would copy documents and try to find inconsistencies in certain papers.

But they could never get any adult at the company to listen. Greed talks after all...

Luckily those words you told them that day renewed their spirit, and so they dressed up in the nicest clothes they owned (well, Sofiane did, Laide is buff so finding nice stuff that fits him costs a bit more money that they don't have), and they went to the rich part of the city, tall buildings, and busy people in nice attire.

It was a lot for them but they pushed on, going to some random firm with lawyers hustling about. A dirty-looking file having been protected as best as it could held in the arms of Sofiane who held onto the papers for a time when he actually felt hope for the future.

And after a week, a full week of hounding any lawyer to take a look, anyone who could listen, Laide stepping in if things looked dangerous, his large stature enough to make someone back down, they took a break inside one of the buildings.

Laide was tired and Sofiane was angry. How bad would it be to listen? Why couldn't anyone just listen? But whenever they both thought about giving up your words stayed in the back of their mind.

The soft look in your eyes as you gave them words that would change their views. The smell of spices and the warm chai filled their stomach. Your gentle voice as you gave them words of encouragement. They wished they could be there instead.

They both sat in some fancy chairs until Laide spoke up after being quiet for around two days, "Maybe if we get everything back, we can treat Miss Angel to something nice." He said, his voice low but enough for Sofiane to hear.

They both had started calling you that. Angel was the only term they could think of. And Sofiane knew Laide was mentioning you so he wouldn't give up.

"She saved us of course we will. Getting what belongs to us back is a whole other matter." He grumbled.

Just as Sofiane was thinking about trying another firm, a figure showed up, a smile on their face as they approached the brothers who had mentioned a savior the person was familiar with.

And with a couple of words, the brothers managed to meet with a lawyer and were sponsored by the person.

Sofiane was the one to ask that person why. Why would they help them? Why would they offer them access to their own lawyer?

The person dismissed the lawyer, who was already filing a lawsuit at that moment against the people who had ruined Laide and Sofianes' childhoods.

And in the inside pocket of that person's fancy suit, they pulled out a picture of someone the brothers knew all too well. And in that office building where they would soon gain everything back, they were offered something the brothers could never deny.

And sometimes fate is like that. It lets people meet that would otherwise never come across each other in normal circumstances.

And after the brothers had regained everything, an act of successful revenge taken on those that made them suffer, they would never have to worry about putting a roof over their heads again.

And the company their parents handed down to them? A construction company of all things! The perfect company to own when it comes to building a beautiful manor with several other buildings no? Laide actually designed most of the place, getting input from others about what should go where.

And the brothers' rooms were next to each other, a door connecting their rooms for when they needed a quick way to converse.

And the perfect view of the path you take on your way to work and home. A chess board their father often played with on a table by the window so when it's time to watch you come home they have something to keep their hands busy.

「 The Theophany of Hestia 」

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