#do i have to find my cane and start using it at school so they may leave me alone even though i dont need to use it ?

[transgaysex]

also whats a guy gotta do for people to stop asking me why i have the code to the elevators meant for personnel and disabled students to use. like why is it that twice now staff from the college ask me "Umm why do you have the code to the elevator?" buddy if im not also staff then ill give you one fucking guess.

[sabrinashrts]

under the mistletoe

parings : isaac garcia x fem!reader

warnings : none really just kissing

Its the day of the Christmas party and you are so excited but first you have to go to school. You got ready and packed candy canes to give out to people at your school. About ten minutes later you were now at school you saw one of your friends Isaac. You went up to him “Candy cane for you”

He smiled “Thanks” you guys were walking the halls together everyone thought you two were together most of the time but you guys were just good friends but Isaac on the other hand would have loved that he’s always liked you but you seem to never notice.

“You going to the Christmas party?” He asks you were busy handed out candy canes but still heard him “Hell yeah! Also I heard there’s gonna be a photo both and we should take some together!” He nodded “Yeah sure” you handed out the last candy cane “God I love Christmas… well I’ll see you tonight bye!” You said as you walked to your class.

It was partner time in math class and you were talking with your friend Jackie trying to convince her to go “Okay come on! Please go.. Cole is going..” she laughed softly “There’s nothing going on between me and Cole!” You knew she was lying “Whatever you say but please go this is my dream! I love Christmas and it won’t be the same without you there”

“Well I have nothing to wear!” She says you smirked at her “Have you seen my closet? I’ll lend you something” Jackie sighed as she smiled looking away “Fine” you clapped your hands softly happy she was gonna go. Later on it was finally time Jackie came over to your house trying to find a good outfit.

You picked for her “This would look good on you!” She tried it on and liked it “Okay.. I’ll wear it what about you!” You grabbed an outfit from your closet. “This! My mom got it for me” it was a Santa dress and it came with a Santa hat to. “Oh my god y/n.. your really into the Christmas spirit” Jackie said you smirked and went into your bathroom too chnage you also grabbed some black high-heel boots.

Thirty minutes passed and you finally came out with the outfit and your hair done a little bit of makeup “What do you think!” Jackie sighed “Finally you’re done! And you look amazing” Jackie said with a big smile you thanked her “Let’s go! My mom’s gonna take us”

Jackie nodded and you guys finally left your mom drove you there you guys made it there in ten minutes and it was a big house you thanked your mom and so did Jackie you guys got out the car and your mom drove off saying bye. You looked at the house it had lights flashing and Christmas decorations everywhere “I’m so excited! I been waiting for this all month! Come on” you grabbed Jackie’s hand and you went inside the house.

You guys went inside and it was crazy people were drinking and dancing with music blasting you guys obviously went to go get a drink first in the kitchen just then Cole came up to you guys “Hey Jackie. You look good” he said. You knew he liked Jackie from the start you took a sip of your drink “Hey Cole have you seen Isaac?”

“He’s in the back” you nodded “I’m gonna leave you two to talk” Jackie gave you a look but you smiled at her and just went to the back of house. There was many more people out there you the saw Isaac talking to one of his friends “Isaac!” You said walking up to him. He turned around “You look amazing oh my god” you smiled softly “Thank you! So do you!”

It was quiet for five seconds but you remembered “Oh my god look the photo shoot! Come on!” You grabbed his hand and led him into the photo shoot you guys put your drinks down and you clicked the button to take the photos. You guys did your thing. You were gonna get out to check the photos but Isaac grabbed your hand “Hey wait… I need to tell you something”

You sat back down confused but listened anyway “Yeah.. what is it?” He sighed “I never thought I’d say this but with you I felt different.” You made full eye contact with him.

“Y/n.. I have feelings for you and I just need to get that off my chest! You’re an amazing person and very sweet and you’re so beautiful..” you smiled at him you never knew Isaac would say that to you. “You like me…?” You said and he nodded “More than anything…”

You looked up for a second just I see a mistletoe you looked back at him and he was ready. So you went for it and kissed him and he kissed you back it for two minutes and you pulled away. “So.. do you like me?” He said you laughed softly “I just made out with you of course I like you” he rolled his eyes “Okay..”

You grabbed his hand once again “Let’s look at the pictures we took!” You guys looked at them laughing.

best. christmas. party. ever….

[janeyseymour]

A story where R is really self conscious about their mobility aid (a cane if possible). Maybe one of the middle schoolers says something rude. And mostly a lot of comfort from Mel

i hope this is good enough because i wrote it in between teaching a bunch of first graders and babysitting two little gremlins

Lean On Me

WC: ~2.5k

You had finally decided to bite the bullet and get your knee replaced after months of agonizing pain with a little nudge from your wonderful wife. You had hoped it would be replaced and healed by the time the school year started up again, but unfortunately that was not the case. You weren’t able to get it replaced until the end of July, and with class being back in session at the end of August, you’re still using the cane and you’re under pretty strict restrictions.

“Maybe I should just take a month’s leave until I can walk without this damned thing,” you mutter to yourself as you’re sitting in Melissa’s classroom while she finishes prepping her room for this year’s upcoming little eagles. “I don’t want the kids to see me with this.” You lazily gesture to the cane that’s next to you.

“That’s up to you, my love,” Melissa tells you as she passes you by to hang a new Eagles sign. “But I do think that you’ll be incredibly bored while you’re recovering and no one is around.”

She’s right. You’ll be bored out of your mind if you decide to take off for a month- especially without her to keep you entertained. And you know that you hate having subs; if the principal would even be able to find a substitute for you this late into the game. So you decide that you’ll just have to tough it out despite the fact that you’re incredibly self-conscious of having to use the mobility aid at such a young age. You get stares while you’re just in the grocery store and hobbling around with your wife (she tries to insist that you stay home and rest, but you tell her that you like spending the time with her and that you need to stay at least somewhat active).

Development days come and go, most of your staff and team doing everything they can to make life easy for you- Ava even going as far as spray painting your parking spot in the front so that she knows not to rent out the space during the Eagles barbecue that she holds every year (both you and Melissa thank her for that). Janine and Jacob help you to set up your classroom while Gregory finds different workouts that are supposed to help it heal faster on top of the rigorous physical therapy that you’ve been attending. And Barbara is there to make sure that both you and your wife were well-rested and eating- offering moral support in any way she possible can.

And so, the first day of school is upon you. The redhead insists on carrying your things to your room, and she sets a chair outside of the door for you to be able to greet your students when they come in. As your old students run past you to get to their new teachers, they give you the biggest and warmest hugs, telling you that they hope you feel better. You see Melissa standing outside of her door, greeting her new students with the same gusto that she always does, and then she looks over to you. She gives you a questioning look, and you nod and smile in her direction- quietly raising your mug filled with coffee in a toast. She reciprocates your action and blows you a kiss subtly.

You hobble your way back into the classroom and take a seat at your desk while the kids settle in and do the morning work that is on their desk. After morning announcements, you have them all gather on the carpet and explain to them how this year is going to work. One of them raises a shy hand.

“What’s up, hun?” you ask one of the girls.

She asks you hesitantly, “Why do you have a cane? I thought only old people have a cane.”

You smile at her gently. “Thank you for asking, sweetheart. Mrs. Schemmenti had a knee surgery over the summer, and I’m still recovering. I’ll only need it for another month, maybe a little longer. But while I have it, everybody needs to be careful and gentle. I can’t walk around much either, so I’ll be teaching from my desk for the time being.”

Your class is overwhelmingly supportive of this, and they are so sweet about asking if you ever need anything or if they can help pass out papers for the entirety of the morning. This group is a bunch of love bugs who make you get well cards when you give them a bit of free time while you’re waiting to be called down to the gymnasium for the beginning of the year assembly.

You’re incredibly thankful that Ava calls your grade first so that you can make your way down slowly and find a seat before anybody else can swoop in- the last thing you need is to have to stand in the back because all of the chairs are taken. You’re pretty sure if that happened, your wife would riot for you, but that isn’t necessary.

You have your kids take a seat, Melissa slides in next to you and takes your cane to prop it up against the wall, and then you settle in for whatever ridiculous first day of school assembly will present itself this year.

Because you were the first ones in, you’re also the last ones out. It gives you time to get yourself and your kids ready to head back to the classroom for the small break they have before they head to lunch.

But when lunchtime comes, you get swept up in the sheer chaos of trying to get your students to the cafeteria in time so that you have your full lunch break. There are the little ones who are walking through the halls with their eyes wide and full of wonder, your kids who are walking at a fast pace that you’re having a hard time keeping up with, and then there are the older ones who couldn’t care less that you’re attempting to make your way through the halls without bumping into anyone. It doesn’t help that half of the middle schoolers now tower over you.

In a rush, one of them knocks the cane out of your hand with their lunch bag and snorts with laughter. “I thought canes were for old heads!”

Another one of them shouts that you’ve really let yourself go, and maybe it’s time for you to go into early retirement if you can’t walk around without the help of your mobility aid.

You stumble without the crutch there to lean on, and you nearly fall until Melissa has looped an arm around your waist and is helping to hold you up. You lean against her heavily as you try to steady yourself again. She turns to shout at the two who were making fun of you, but they’re already swept up in the sea of children that are all wearing the same uniform. She doesn’t know who to yell at, so she quickly turns back to you.

The student that is standing next to you looks absolutely appalled and picks up your cane immediately. She hands it to you gently. “Are you okay?”

You nod and gesture for her to continue walking. Your students do as they keep their eyes trained on you to make sure that you’re okay.

Once all of your kids are in the cafeteria and you see that they are all seated and eating or in line to get a school lunch, you turn. Melissa is still right at your side, her arm still looped around you.

“Go enjoy your lunch, babe,” you tell her gently as you take her hand away. “I’m just gonna sit in my room for lunch if you wouldn’t mind bringing my kids back down with you when the period is over?”

“You don’t want to have lunch with us?” the redhead asks you quietly.

“I don’t know if I can make it down to the staffroom, and then the lunchroom, and back today,” you admit softly. “My knee is really hurting from physical therapy yesterday.”

“I’ll be down with your lunch,” Melissa promises. She squeezes your hand gently before turning on her heel.

You settle at your desk, and despite yourself willing the tears not to spring to your eyes they do. You wipe at them furiously. The comments from the older kids really shouldn’t be affecting you the way that they are. And you really would rather not have your wife see you shedding tears over their idiotic comments- you know she’ll be roping Ava into a manhunt to see who it was anyway, and it’ll only be that much worse for the students if she catches you crying.

Your wife comes in with both of your lunches and an icepack for you- not that you requested one. You quickly wipe your tears as you hear her heels hitting the tile underneath of her, but she still sees it.

“Hun, does it hurt that bad?”

You turn to her with a sad smile. “No. I’m fine,” you lie through your teeth, but your voice betrays you and it cracks ever so slightly.

She sets your lunch in front of you and pulls up two chairs. She gestures for you to set your leg up on the second chair as she sits int he one next to you.

“Mel, you really can go enjoy lunch with he crew,” you tell her gently. “I’ll be okay by myself.”

“Ice,” is all she says as she takes a bite of lunch. She sets the pack on your knee, and you flinch slightly as the cool sensation ripples through your body, sending a shiver down your back.

You sit there, and she watches worriedly as you don’t make a move for your lunch at all. 

“Babe, you have to eat,” she says softly.

You shrug and wrap your arms around yourself. “I’m not that hungry.”

“My girl? Not hungry?” the redhead teases you. “C’mon.”

You don’t know what happens, but something within you snaps. “When I’m not burning nearly as many calories as I used to because of this fucking knee, I don’t get as hungry!” You burst into tears again. “God, I never should’ve gotten it done, and then I wouldn’t need this damn cane!” You throw it across the room in anger before curling in on yourself.

Your wife is up and retrieving it in seconds, only for you to throw it past her again.

“Babe,” she warns as she picks it up again.

“I don’t fucking want it! I’m sick of everyone staring at the young woman who has to depend on a god damn cane to walk!” you cry.

“Is this because of-” she starts to ask you, but you cut her off. 

“I’m sick of being stared at in the grocery store, or when we decided to go to Hershey and I had to use one of the wheelchairs! I don’t want the kids to go home and tell their parents that I’m some poor, crippled woman who can’t teach standing up!” you choke out. “I- I just want to be normal again!”

“So help those kids who pushed past you,” she grumbles before taking her seat back and wrapping her arms around you. She kisses you gently. “It’s all part of the healing process. You’ll be back to running around in no time, and you aren’t going to be in as much pain.”

“It’s going to be at least another month before I can walk without the cane,” you yell, frustrated tears falling down your cheeks.

“And you know I’ll always be here to lean on, your kids will clearly do everything they can to help you, and you know the staff here has your back,” she tries to comfort you.

“I couldn’t even properly take my kids to lunch,” you sigh, and you hate how whiny you sound.

“So I’ll take them and bring them back for you with my kids,” your wife tells you. “That way all you have to worry about is getting to and from the staffroom.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “You already do so much for me.”

“And I will continue to do everything I can for you for the rest of my life,” she tells you with confidence. “When I said for better or for worse, I was serious.”

“I love you,” you whisper as the first genuine smile appears on your lips since the lunch incident.

“I love you too,” she mumbles as she leans in to kiss you. Then she pulls away and pushes your lunch towards you. “Now eat. I know you’re hungry.”

You pick up the fork and shovel some food in your mouth. So maybe you lied to Melissa when you said you weren’t hungry.

Come the end of the day, your wonderful wife picks up your kids and takes them out for dismissal while you ice your knee again. You see the kids off with a wave and a smile as they tell you that they hope you feel better soon. You’re given quite a few hugs, and a few drawings of you with the students are mixed in.

When you expect her to come back in once the kids are gone though, she doesn’t. And you can’t really leave without her because you can’t carry everything and navigate the halls with your cane just yet. You shoot her a text.

Did you forget about your crippled wife?

I’ll be down in a few, she responds quickly. Just chatting with Ava.

She’s telling the truth because the next thing you know, she’s in your room and grabbing your bags along with all of hers, and you’re heading out for the night.

“Why were you chatting with Ava?”

“Just had a few questions for her about this school year,” is all the redhead says. “Now let’s get going- you have physical therapy at 4:30, and then it’s an early night for the Schemmentis. I am wiped.”

The next morning, you and your wife are sitting and standing outside your classrooms getting ready to greet your students when two of the older kids come up to you. They hand you apology notes and hazard a glance at Melissa- they look terrified of her. She just folds her arms over her chest and smirks.

“Mel,” you sigh once they walk away. “I appreciate you defending my honor, but do not make two middle school boys look about ready to sh… their pants on the second day of school.”

“Nobody makes fun of my wife,” she shrugs. “Especially when it’s about something she’s already insecure about.”

“Is that why you were with Ava? You were looking at the security footage?”

Again, she shrugs. “Let’s just say, we’re having a school wide assembly next week about how we shouldn’t make fun of people who have mobility issues or any other sort of disabilities.”

[actingwithportals]

I wish more people understood that not every blind person is the exact same and we do not all need the same things and also the circumstances under how you were raised and when your blindness occurred and how involved you were in a blind community all play parts into what accessibility needs you will have.

Like. I was born legally blind. My vision has been for the most part stable my whole life, and it is likely to not change (unless normal worsening with age). I was raised in a family full of sighted people and all of my friends and members of my community were sighted people. I did not start meeting other blind people and joining blind communities until my early teenage years. This shaped me in such a way that I never learned Braille until I started teaching myself when I got older, did not learn to use a cane until I started attending blind camps as a teen, did not know I had an option of asking for accessibility with videos or images or menus or shopping or cooking or ANYTHING until I met other blind people who made it clear to me that there was a way I could exist with independence as a blind person and didn't have to just. miss out on life that I couldn't see.

So a vast majority of the way I taught myself to get by is very different from someone who spent a lot more of their early years around other blind people. But I also picked up a great deal of "normal" blind accessibility tricks from my teen years of involving myself with more blind communities that other blind folks who never involve themselves in blind communities are aware of or find useful.

My vision teacher as a kid showed me JAWS and explained what it was, but never really bothered to teach me to use it because ZoomText she decided was better for me. So I grew up to use screen magnifiers and not screenreaders. She didn't teach me Braille because she could get ahold of large print books, and when she couldn't she would find me a vast array of magnifiers to use. Ones with lights, ones in different shapes, some that were actual screen devices while others were simply glass. She didn't teach me how to use a cane and instead got me monoculars and bioptics, even though those actually...were not very easily usable to me. I had to teach myself how to use a cane after my first year of camp where I was gifted one, and later expanded upon learning when I finally took Orientation and Mobility training my year before moving out to college. I wouldn't start learning Braille until around the same time when I was given a Brailler by the specific state agency that provided assistive devices to blind students during high school and college.

So now, as an adult, what I find useful is reading text on a screen so that I can adjust my own contrast and magnification, I use a cane when walking around on my own outside of my home or other familiar areas, I use Braille on my keyboard and around on my household appliances so that I don't have to bend over or squint to attempt to read any settings or buttons or keys. A different blind person who grew up with different circumstances will have a very different list of assistive technology that is useful to them. Some will hate magnifiers and prefer audiobooks. Some would rather read Braille. Some will use puff paint or color-coding for household appliances or items like on clothing tags or toothbrushes. Some will use bioptics or monoculars when going to the theater instead of sitting close to the screen, or they might do both, or neither and will just listen. Some will use canes, some will use service dogs, some will use neither, or might prefer a sighted guide.

There are...so many ways a blind person might choose to make their life accessible. And we do not always agree with each other on what is best, because we do not all have the same eyes. Nor do we have the same ears, or hands, or feet. We are varied and complex and we disagree sometimes and come together other times and we discuss amongst ourselves on how to make things better for our community and we confer with other communities on how we help ourselves and help each other. We are not all the same. We are not all the same. We are not all the same.

If you want an answer for what is the One Agreeable accessibility feature for blind people: there isn't one. So just talk to us, instead. Get to know how we vary, how we relate, how you can best help one of us and how you might best help another. I'm sure we'd be happy to tell you what works best for us individually if you ask. And if we wouldn't, then that's ok. Sometimes we gotta figure things out on our own first before we can explain it to others. Either way, never stop asking. Because accessibility is always evolving, and someone is always going to have a different answer to the same question.

You can't get accessibility wrong if you're just willing to try. So keep trying.

[pinkishplush]

Sweetest Revenge

"I can't believe this, shit!" I thought to myself as I watched Janis put Lard into some empty face cream container. They planned for Cady to give the false face cream to Regina. It was all a part of their master plan ever since Cady saw Aaron and Regina kiss.

Now don't get me wrong I also despise Regina in the slightest bit because I had the same interaction that Janis did with her but with me it was different. We were actually dating in secret for a little while before we settled on just being friends.

But one day I met someone new and we started dating. Regina publicly humiliated me and her, forcing her to move states after a few weeks of long distance dating she finally cut ties with me all because of my crazy ex.

Of course I didn't tell Janis and Damian about this. But after finding out about Janis situation I guess we just clicked. So yeah, I hated Regina but what they were doing was just wrong and I know exactly how Regina will take this and kindly isn't an option.

"Guys don't you think this is a little extreme. I mean come on Aaron is her ex so what if she still likes him?" I tried to reason as Janis continued filling the container. "Are you crazy, y/n? We all know Regina only kissed Aaron because she's spiteful and bitchy like that. She's knit picking at Cady." Janis said with a scoff.

I sighed softly "Ok, I get it we hate Regina but why ruin her high school life like this?" I asked for an exact reason, trying to shut down their plans knowing it would only back fire. "Like she ruined middle school for me and currently is ruining high school for us?!" Janis said as she put the lid on the container and handed it to Cady.

I looked at Damian for help but all he did was slide the glasses into his eyes. I rolled my eyes and slouched in my seat "You haven't been tortured by her like I have y/n. It's finally time for me to get back. So it's either you're in or out with the plan." Janis shrugged carelessly.

"And if I'm not in?" I asked "Then you can leave." Janis stated. I looked at her bewildered and scoffed at how careless she was to toss me to the side just so she could get back at Regina.

I stood up from the sofa and stormed out. I wasn't gonna just allow them to do this. I couldn't. Especially knowing that it could all backfire. Sure, Regina's spiteful and bitchy, but she always uses that to her advantage.

And they don't know just how those two words work in cahoots with each other. It makes her vengeful and when she's vengeful she does the unthinkable.

I stood at my locker watching as Cady took out a Kalteen bar from her locker. "Is she seriously planning on giving one to Regina?!" I frowned as I recalled the moment when she told us that they were used for gaining weight.

I have two options right now. I could either warn Regina that Cady was not the innocent new foreign kid that she thought she could embarrass easily or I could do this by myself on my own timing.

Since I cut off all conversation when Regina tried talking to me after my breakup other then our usual butchy remarks toward eachother. It would be weird to suddenly be friendly and just warn her. She would obviously think I'm lying so I decided to just do it undercover.

I watched as Cady closed her locker but then re-opened it, obviously forgetting something. I watched her put in the code to her locker intently. '6-3-5-3'. I watched as she slid the facial cream container out of her jacket and into the locker.

I continued to watch as she walked away with a smile on her face. When she was out of the clear I walked over to her locker and put in the code. I swapped out the facial cream with the same brand container but it contained the actual included contents.

I closed the locker and walked away like nothing happened. I walked down the hall and noticed Cady at the candy gram set up. After she left I made my way towards the girl sitting at the gram setup "Can I see that candy cane?" I asked.

The girl shrugged and handed me the candy cane. I read the paper and it was just as I suspected. Cady was faking as if she was given a gram by Regina. "One candy gram please." I asked as I handed the girl the gram back.

I didn't know who she was planning to tick off with the gram but I'm taking a wild guess and saying Gretchen she's the only one that could possibly tick off. So I wrote a candy gram out Gretchen acting as if it was from Regina 'To Gretchen the truest of true friends, XoXo bestie.' I wrote on the paper.

I handed it to the girl and walked off. Jesus this might be a lot harder than I thought it would be.

I walked into the cafeteria and noticed Regina snatching a Kalteen bar from Cady's hand, looking at it in amazement. Cady must've told her it's for weight loss. I couldn't do anything about it because Cady was right there so I just sat down at my usual table.

After finishing my lunch. I continued on my merry way and walked past Janis and Damian who glared at me. It was obvious they knew what I was up to but it was all a part of the plan. My plan.

Fuck, everything was going so wrong. Regina just busted her ass on stage because of the weight she's been gaining from the Kalteen bars. A lot of people had their phones out and were recording.

I got up for my seat and ran to close the curtains. I knew it was probably too late as I listened to all the laughs from down below and watched all the flashing lights go off.

I sighed before heading to leave the auditorium. Maybe everything will be fine tomorrow....

[sturniololoco]

could you maybe do like a little sister fic where they find out she hasn’t been eating lately and they try to get her to eat and they are just there for her. Maybe give like some backstory on like why she won’t eat like maybe a guy told her to lose weight or somthing?

Not Hungry

Surniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Eating disorder, throwing up, etc.

SLS's POV

"I might date you when you learn to eat a salad every once in a while."

That why I stopped eating. I decided that if just stopped eating, I'd lose weight faster, and I'd never get my heart broken like that again.

The only hard part is going to be keeping it from my brothers.

-

It's already been about a week and a half, and I've been very successful. My ribs were starting to poke out, and my brothers had no clue.

Keeping myself busy, as to not think about the rumbling in my stomach, I've been cleaning my room, scrubbing my windows, doing laundry, and wiping down my bathroom.

"SLS/N! Its time for dinner, come down here please!" I hear Nick yell from the base of the stairs.

Shit

My least favorite part of the day: Dinner. The time when I have to pretend to enjoy my food for 30 minutes, only to go and make myself puke it up after.

I can usually get away with not eating breakfast by rushing out the door to get to school, and then throwing out my toast once I get inside. Lunch I didn't even have to try, I just don't buy food or eat at all.

But dinner was always hard, and I was nervous.

-

Nick ordered Canes for dinner tonight, my favorite. Or what used to be. I sat down, fiddling with my fork while Chris passed out the food and drinks.

While my brothers were busy handing out food, I quickly took my cup of Pepsi to the sink and dumped it out, leaving the ice, and filling it up again with water.

I casually sit back down and start sipping at my water, when Chris says,

"For you, m'lady!" whilst bowing and presenting my chicken fingers as if they were the kingdom's finest gold.

I chuckle nervously before taking my food. My shaking hands were fumbling with the box.

"Here, I gotch you," Matt says, leaning over and opening my box, and pushing it back in front of me.

"Thanks," I say, breathlessly, before picking one up and examining the piece if chicken.

"You okay kiddo? Normally you'd be halfway done with your plate already!" Nick says, earning a chuckle from Matt and Chris.

But the comment made me sick to my stomach.

I let out a fake laugh, saying,

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good! I ate a late lunch at school." What a lie. I take a bite of the chicken and immediately feel a title wave of nausea take over me. I quickly swallow the chicken and join in on my brother's small talk, so as not to raise suspicion.

-

I barely managed to get two chicken fingers down, telling my brothers I would just eat them for lunch tomorrow.

I help Nick with the dishes, then tell my brothers I'm about to shower, then disappear into my room.

Once in there, I head straight to the bathroom, grab my toothbrush, and kneel down by the toilet.

after stuffing my toothbrush halfway down my throat, I gag and let out the majority of the chicken from my stomach, into the toilet.

I do this two more times just to be safe, but on the last time, the bathroom door swings open.

Nick's POV

I finish cleaning the house shortly after SLS/N goes upstairs to shower. But to my surprise, I saw she left her phone on the kitchen table.

I run upstairs, planning to leave it on her bed for her. But once I arrive in her room, I hear gagging and choking coming from her bathroom.

I knew something was off with her at dinner. I think to myself, quickly running downstairs to tell Matt and Chris, to grab a washcloth and a bucket.

My brothers follow me up on my way back to SLS/N's room after hearing about her being sick. They want to help her feel better just as much as I do. But when we open her bathroom door, we are shocked at what we find.

We see SLS/N sitting on the floor, making herself sick.

SLS/N's POV

Nick, Matt, and Chris stand in the entrance of my bathroom, staring, while I am still sitting on the floor, covered in a cold sweat, lose tears running down my face.

Nick rushes over to me, bending down and wiping my face with a washcloth, saying,

"Why are you doing that? Are you okay?" He looks into my eyes worried, as I tiredly fall back into his embrace, not wanting to hide anymore.

I begin to cry as he scoops me up and lays me on my bed, with Chris and Matt right behind him. I lean on Chris as he sits to my right, and Nick rubs my leg comfortingly as he sits to my left. Matt kneels down in front of me, saying,

"What's going on sweetheart? Talk to me." He rubs his thumbs back and forth soothingly across the top of my hands.

"I don't eat anymore, I'm already fat so theirs no use in me eating anymore anyways," I tell them. They look at me shocked.

"Who told you that?" Chris questions, still looking at me.

"Some kid at school, he's right though," I reply, still letting my tears fall down my red face.

"SLS/N, that is the stupidest thing in the world for you to say! You are so beautiful, just the way you are. You shouldn't let some jerk at school tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" I nod, still not knowing how he can say all these things, but makes me feel better all the same.

"How long has this been going on sweetheart?" Matt asks me, still holding onto my hands. I breathe in a shaky breath, and answer,

"About two weeks I think..." I see the disappointment on all their faces as I let the words out of my mouth.

"well, this won't be happening again. I don't think you understand, we can't lose you. We love you so, so much and we can't live without you, okay?" Nick tells me sternly. I nod and snuggle into my brothers.

"We'll try again tomorrow, okay?" Chris says to me, kissing me on the head. I nod again, my eyes getting sleepy. Chris helps me lay down, and my brothers tuck me in and head to the door to turn off my light and exit.

"Wait. Stay? Please?" My brothers walk back over, all squeezing together in the little bed.

"We're not going anywhere." I hear Matt says, before kissing my forehead, and I drift off to sleep.

-

I wake up in the morning to the smell of pancakes and bacon. But then last night evens came flooding back, and I got scared.

Matt, the only brother still lying with me, felt my tension grabbed my hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze, saying,

"Hey, your gonna be fine! You got this." I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. We keep holding hands as we walk down to the kitchen.

"There's my girl!" Chris says, wrapping his arms around me as I enter the kitchen. I gladly accept the hug, and then another one from Nick.

Chris, Mat, and I sit on the couch, watching TV, when Nick calls from the kitchen,

"No rush, but breakfast is ready!"

Chris grabs my hand and leads me to my seat at the table, pushing in my chair. Nick then places a plate in front of me with one singular pancake. I look up at my brothers nervously.

"I don't-" I begin to say, but Matt cuts me off.

"Just eat what you can, you are in no rush at all, okay? You got this baby." I pick up my fork and take a small bite.

Nick made extra good pancakes today.

I'm able to finish about half of the pancake before I get full. My brothers must have noticed.

"Good job SLS/N, I'm so proud of you!" Chris says, leaning over to give me a high five. I smack his hand and smile, happy that my brothers are here to get me through this.

Sorry, this took SO long!

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Writeblr intro post

So yeah when I first came here I didn't know this was a thing so I've been working on this in the background. Now that it won the poll, I'm making it now!

I'm going to edit this post as I go so it has more links as I make posts about my WIPs!

About Me

Hi. Call me Kaylin. It's a pen name but I like it. (Some people are just finding out this isn't my real name and y'all should've read the bio)

I'm an education major and do writing on the side and it's a huge passion of mine (hence why I want to teach literacy)

Asexual demiromantic sapphic (she/her) currently in a relationship - (I am comfortable within reason to talk about my experiences)

Love ask games and tag games and generally interacting with others

Love reblogging mutuals' writing talking about WIPs!

21+ but my WIPs are YA - I don't usually reblog anything with a mature community label (sorry in advance for mutuals who do), but when I do I mark it 18+ and I try to label content warnings (LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING)

I'm an educator by heart so I love giving feedback, know a lot about kids, and of course education psychology and theory

I have minor scoliosis, early start of arthritis in my hands, and chronic headaches and migraines attacks in control with medication if anyone needs to ask me about these experiences for writing purposes. I also occasionally use a cane due to knee pain from an injury.

I have an ultimate get to know me game if you want to check that out

My asks are always open! Feel free to stop in whenever you want!

My WIPs

The Secret Portal

See linked intro post for more detail!

YA sci-fi/fantasy

Planned to be a five book series

Quick version: A bunch of adolescents discover a portal to a dimension populated by people with powers. There's also a war. Yayyy.

The first installment is currently in the process of being read by beta readers. Apply to be one here!

One to five game

Q&A (open at any time!)

Tagged as #the secret portal, #tsp, or #teaspoon if you want to give it a nickname. #tsp updates and #tsp excerpt are used as well. All characters get their own tag and #alium will be used when talking about my world building

Ask to be added to or removed from the tag list! @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

School of the Legends

See linked intro post for more detail!

YA urban fantasy fairy tale retelling

International school for people with gifts (born with), majicks (learn), and curses (given).

Currently in planning stage but five chapters have been written.

One to five game

Tagged as #school of the legends and #sotl. Also use #sotl updates and #sotl excerpt, though not as often as TSP

Ask to be added to or removed from the tag list! @illarian-rambling @katwritesshit @wyked-ao3

I have a WIP questionnaire I have gone for BOTH TSP and SOTL!

Other Ideas

It Was All Just a Dream - (linked WIP questionnaire) high school senior gets an entire redemption arc via vivid dream

The Emerald of Secrets - temporary title for vague fairy fantasy idea

Perspectives - we watch the same event five times in a row from different perspectives

Eternity - temporary title for a supernatural detective story

The Others - temporary title for a sci-fi apocalypse story

There are more but these are the main ones

What I Post or Reblog

Updates on my writing

Tag games and ask games! I love them dearly but it may take a bit to reply! I have a lot piled up and not all of them are simple. But I will get to them!!

Writing from others

Writing advice

Beta requests, book announcements, and intro posts to help boost!

I try to keep things positive! If I see a negative post about writing I'll usually reblog it with some positive spin. Sorry if that's annoying but it makes me sad that people aren't happy about writing.

I always try to include image IDs to make my blog accessible - if something is incorrect or you have any suggestions for making IDs better let me know!

[hyperref-lex-ia]

lots of common reactions i get as a mute person

all the following are peoples reaction when they assume i am deaf, the most common assumption

- flustered and lifts hands to try and sign and then lowers them when they realize they dont know ASL

- flustered and starts to sputter and talk before settling on mouthing things at me

- mouths “can you lip read”

- talks really loud at me (which wouldnt do much if i was deaf so idk)

- goes to find something to write on

- sometimes if i type on my phone in my notes when i need to say something other than yes or no people will go to literally take my phone from me to type back instead of literally anything else

- signs some of the more common sign, i get thank you a lot (especially in customer service situations, which is where most of these happen)

- if it is someone on the street saying something and they assume im deaf when i sign at them they usually just disregard me which is actually really nice

these next ones are when people dont assume im deaf, which is rarer

- talks to me normal

- talks to me like im dumb

heres a few nice incidents

- guy asked me if i was mute in spanish and i nodded and he asked if i knew spanish and i was like not really lol (live in a heavily hispanic area so i picked up on enough to understand) and he switches to english and shares about a talk he had gone to recently about mutism

- girl working at sonic assumed i was deaf and ran inside just to grab her phone to help me which i thought was really sweet so i just didnt correct her

- just today i was using the self checkout at a gas station and the guy behind the register sees me getting frustrated with the card reader and slides over a piece of receipt paper that says “tap works better” and i am like “i dont have tap” and i decide to just cancel the self checkout and move to him cause hes got good vibes and he holds the bag up and raises an eyebrow allowing me to have a choice in it which i dont often get. when i am leaving he signs “have a good day” super slow and obviously practiced a lot, and the fact that he obviously learned that just in case this happened made me really happy

- every time someone has happened to know ASL in public, its always surprising how many hearing/verbal people know ASL, almost always because they are CODA

- the enthusiastic gay man at my eye doctor who got so excited when he saw i signed even though he doesnt know it, because he thought it was so cool

- every person who goes “oh you speak ASL” and then immediately thinks about thay sentence and kind of 404 errors out as they realize you cant speak ASL

- the tiny middle aged mexican woman who has worked the store at my school the entire time ive been going there who knows me because i always go there for caffeine and snacks, and manages to always communicate with me despite a couple language barriers and will often berate me if i dont get water with my caffeine or if i dont get food, and who also wishes me happy holiday for every holiday that comes around, and was also very visibly worried when i had to rely on a cane for a few months

- my painting professor who always takes so much pressure off because hes so blunt, when i came in with a cane everyone danced around asking about it and he walks in and goes “what the hell happened to you??”, the most recent thing that made me laugh is we were talking and i was using TTS and as we are walking into the studios he goes “im gonna go talk with Ronnie, give your thumbs a break” and then we both started laughing

the worst interaction ive had

- had one of my professors numbers which happens sometimes because it makes life easier and she texted me out of the blue saying she “had a dream she was at my wedding and i spoke my vows” with heart emojis and i did not know this woman at all and i was like…what the fuck…not only is that unprofessional but also ableist

lastly shout out to my friends who translate for me purely off lip reading who dont know ASL

[the-au-collector]

Linked Universe College Radio AU

Since I recently got some motivation to work on this one, I figured I would brain dump a little about my LU College Radio AU. It's basically a college/university AU but each of the main LU Links are somehow associated with their college radio station at Kakariko University.

Why radio? I was listening to The Oh Hellos when the idea struck me so each of the works are hopefully going to have titles taken from Oh Hellos songs. This will, hopefully, just mostly focus on the Links + the radio station but who knows? I added way too many characters to this braindump but oh well

The Links

Time

Staff coordinator for the radio station

Broadcasting professor

Usually gets stuck teaching the freshman and sophomores

Married to the zoology professor, Malon

Taking care of Twilight's dog, Wolfie, until Twilight finds a dog-friendly place. Acts like he hates it, but he actually loves it

Infamous for being a hardass

"Call me Time. Don't call me Link, that's my nephew. Don't call me Professor Lon, that's my wife"

Legend

Has done just about anything and everything

Knows everyone, but just because he's been here so long and has done so much

Has officialy been an agriculture major, a meteorology major, a humanities major, a fine art major, a fashion design major, and an engineering major in the past

Has finally settled with being a broadcasting major after doing the Jaded Boys radio show with Wild

Part of the Jaded Boys with Wild, then is part of Triple Threat with Wild and Hyrule

Lives off-campus with his current partner, Ravio

Also lives with Warriors

Used to date a girl named Marin from Mabe City. No he doesn't talk about it

Does not like driving. Or storms.

Has a cane

Even in an AU he can't escape the Koholint Trauma

Wild

Campus cryptid

Everyone knows him. No one knows what he's studying

(It's engineering. He, Purah, and Fauna are a terror to the school together)

Addicted to energy drinks

Never studies, always passes exams

Always socially overbooked

Has amnesia and bad scarring from a house fire

Was adopted by Teba and Saki after said house fire

Has a twin brother named Age. Most people think Age is older but Wild's actually older

Was the one who coerced Legend and Hyrule into radio

Lives in a house off-campus with Twilight, Age, Sidon, Yunobo, Mipha, and Revali.

Has committed arson before

Has gotten arrested for committing arson before

Twilight

Zoology major

Is the reason Wild's still alive

Used to be roommates with Wild in the dorms when they were freshmen

Took a gap year between high school and college

Has a dog named Wolfie

Regular guest on Triple Threat

Runs the Helpful Paws club, which is a club all about service dogs. Ilia helps run said club

Works on Legend's uncle's orchard during the weekends

Four

Computer science major

Technology director at the radio station (yes this position only exists because of Wild)

Friendly rivalry with Wild because Wild breaks everything

Shadow is his step-brother

Warriors

Fashion design major

Joined Legend and Ravio's lease at the last minute because of stuff that happened between him and his other roommates

Has a restraining order against Cia and doesn't talk to Lana

Is currently dating Artemis, a fashion merchandising major

Met Legend when Legend was doing fashion design. No one knows how they're friends. They fight all the time.

Legend forced him to make his own radio show when Wild roped Legend into doing the Jaded Boys. So now Warriors has a show called Wednesday With Warriors

Sky

Senior aviation major

Runs The Loftwings with his fiancé, Sun, and his best friend, Groose.

Has a bad habit of sleeping through his alarm

Currently taking care of his older brother's mouthy parrot, Crimson.

Also lives with Groose and Sun

Wind

Freshman metrology major

Super friendly

Cares more about the college experience than learning

Hyrule's roommate

After Hyrule starts doing Triple Threat, Wind gets the idea to do the Wind Waker podcast with Tetra where they sing sea shanties and tell pirate stories

Spirit is his introverted cousin and he's made it his goal to get Spirit to get out more

He also does the same with Hyrule

Hyrule

Freshman undecided major

Joins Triple Threat under Wild's insistence

Very shy

Grew up in a really small town

Wind's roommate

Is regularly forced out of the dorm by Wind but prefers to just wander around town and campus

Childhood friends with Dawn

Age

Wid's twin brother who is very different from Wild

Business major, accounting minor

Dating Mipha, a senior nursing student

Rarely goes to parties, but plays damage control when Wild hosts them at their house

Does remember his and Wild's past. Wild's amnesia caused a rift to form between them for a while, but they're working on getting past that now

Was also adopted by Teba and Saki

Shadow

Four's step-brother

Vaati's his dad, but he's cut Vaati out of his life now

Theater major with a minor in set design

Got his nickname from no one being able to see him onstage when moving props around

Everyone is convinced he has some sort of magical powers

A bit shy, and a bad boy

Dating Dot

Spirit

Freshman engineering major

His roommate is Niko

Wind's introverted cousin who's often dragged out of his dorm by Wind

Would much rather spend time with construction documents than people

First

Sky's older brother who's not around a lot since he's in the military (he's a doctor)

Married to a woman named Hylia

Has a parrot named Crimson that he's trusting Sky to take care of

The Zeldas

Lullaby

Works at Kakriko Univeristy as a broadcasting professor

An old flame of Time's, but they've both moved on by now

Usually teaches upper division classes

Fable

Legend's older sister who lives in Castle City

Already graduated with a business degree

Comes around for the holidays and drops in occasionally to see how Legend's doing

Flora

Constantly overbooked with school

Double-majoring in anthropology and history

Part of hundreds of different clubs and student organizations

Hard to get a moment alone with her at all

Has recently gotten close to Rauru and Sonia, who are both anthropology students

Fauna's twin sister. Flora's younger, though

Dusk

Political science major

Knows Twilight through Midna but since Twi and Midna broke up, Dusk doesn't really talk to Twilight anymore

Roommates with Midna and Artemis

Dot

Political science major and Four's childhood friend

Hopes to get into law school one day

Dating Shadow (her dad isn't too happy about this)

Lives with Aurora and Dawn and used to be roommates with Aurora when they were in the dorms

Artemis

Fashion merchandising major

Warriors' girlfriend

Used to also be his housemate, but after things happened with Cia and Lana she moved in with Midna and Dusk

Still occasionally talks to Lana

Sun

Senior aviation major and Sky's fiancé

Runs The Loftwings with Sky and Groose

Also lives with Sky and Groose

Appears to be very level-headed on the outside, but is secretly kind of crazy

Tetra

Ecology major with a minor in biology

Eventually becomes close friends with Wind

Roommates with Phantom and they get along like fire and gasoline

(seriously do not let either of those girls near a lighter... or boxing gloves)

Part of the Wind Waker podcast with Wind

Aurora

Senior political science major

She, Dot, and Dawn live together

Dawn is her younger sister

Is going to move to Castle City after graduation

Refuses to go home after having a horrible falling out with her brother

Dawn

Freshman early childhood education major

Wants to teach kindergarten and preeschool one day

Lives with her older sister, Aurora, and Aurora's roommate, Dot

Doesn't plan on returning to her hometown either

Childhood friends with Hyrule

Fauna

Flora's twin sister who's majoring in engineering and minoring in biology

Best friends with Purah and Impa

Closer to Age than Wild, but she's in a lot of classes with Wild

It is a horrible idea to leave her, Purah, and Wild alone in a room together

Has a cat named Terrako, who hates everyone except for her

Her father puts a lot of pressure on both her and Flora, but Fauna feels it the most since she's the oldest

Phantom

Freshman communications major

Tetra's roommate

She looks like any old upperclass girl but she is always ready to throw hands

Somehow becomes friends with Spirit

Hylia

First's wife who's a doctor at a local hospital

Keeps an eye out for Sky even though she knows he doesn't really need it

Will bring Sky and his friends food and snacks

Absolutely willing to drive Sky and his friends home when none of them can drive

Very motherly and open

Some Others:

Malon

Time's wife who's a zoology professor

Twilight has started a protection squad for her (all the Links are part of it. Even Time)

Everyone loves her

Ravio:

Legend's partner

Business major

Has a bird named Sheerow who poops everywhere

Despite this he is the cleanest one in the apartment

Constantly roping Legend into new business ideas

Used to run a shop out of his and Legend's dorm room when they lived in the dorms together. Legend's pretty sure it was against the rules. Ravio doesn't care

Acts greedy, but is actually living off his loans

Never goes home. He goes over Legend's Uncle's house for holidays now.

His younger sister, Hilda, often sleeps over and Legend and Ravio's

Has a horrible relationship with his father, Yuga

Sidon, Mipha, Revali, Yunobo:

Wild's housemates alongside Twilight and Age

Revali claims he's the only reason the house hasn't burned down

Revali is also one of Teba and Saki's adopted children, and had a bit of a superiority complex over being adopted first (he was there first) when they were kids. He's gotten better, but he's still a bit of a jerk to Wild. He and Age have bonded over Wild constantly giving them heart attacks

Sidon is a sophomore political science major who is super friendly, but has a hard time stopping conversations. Head over heels for his girlfriend, Yona. Is also super tall and often mistaken for being the older sibling

Mipha is a senior nursing student. Sidon's older sister, Age's girlfriend. If there's a medical emergency, chances are the Links are calling Mipha first even though they really should go to the hospital instead

Revali is a senior aviation major and hopes to join the air force after college to "get away from the filth" (meaning Age and Wild. He would never call Tulin filth)

Yunobo is a sophomore geoscience major. Works at his grandpa's coffee shop, Goron City Coffee

Urbosa, Daruk, Riju:

Urbosa is Riju's aunt and and mother figure to Flora and Fauna. She lives in Castle City, but often comes to Kakariko to give guest lectures. She's a businesswoman

Daruk is Yunobo's grandpa who owns Goron City Coffee. He often lets the radio host events at his coffee shop, and acts like a father figure for Wild's friend group

Riju is a freshman business major who wants to be like her aunt, Urbosa. Flora and Fauna see her as their younger sister.

Teba, Saki, Tulin:

Revali was adopted first, then Age and Wild

Teba is retired from being in the military

Saki teaches private singing lessons

Tulin is the Baby of the family and is in middle school. He is an absolute terror. Never let Wild babysit him, they will both get into trouble. Tulin is everyone's favorite and Tulin will use that to his advantage

Ilia:

Twilight's friend who helps run the Helpful Paws club

She has a huge crush on Twilight but doesn't want to overstep, especially after the bad break up with Midna

Rusl, Uli, Colin:

Twilight's family in Ordon who adopted him when he was about 8

Colin's just starting high school and is dealing with a lot of bullying, so he calls Twilight often for help

Rusl is a detective, but he's on paternity leave right now since Uli just had their daughter

Grandpa Smith:

Four and Shadow's grandpa

Took them both in after their mother died and Vaati went to prison

Four was usually a good kid, but Shadow was a little terror

Lives in Kakariko City so he gets to see his boys often

Cia and Lana:

Twins who both had huge crushes on Warriors

Cia got jealous when Wars started dating Lana

Cia is a psychology major, but now is largely known as the campus creep

Lana was a fashion design major, but changed schools after the drama with Warriors happened

Groose:

Sky and Sun's roommate and fellow host of The Loftwings

Proudly boasts that he's their best man

Also a senior aviation major

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Steam in the Air (Leonora Lesso x Reader)

Synopsis: Lady Lesso catches you in the bath.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: almost smut

You hummed in the quiet air, running a soft cloth over your skin. The water was warm, the bubbles still plentiful, and you had all the time in the world. The scent of roses and honeysuckle wafted in the steam. You closed your eyes, leaning back in the tub, enjoying the feeling of the water relaxing your muscles.

You enjoyed late night baths more than you cared to admit. No one else was waiting to use the bathing room and the warm water helped you sleep. It was pure bliss.

You ran the soft cloth over your skin again, humming a waltz you’d heard playing through the castle earlier that day. Most likely dance classes for the Evers. You missed dancing. All of that had stopped since coming to teach.

“Well, if this isn’t a nice surprise.”

You started up from the water. It sloshed, threatening to flood over the sides as your arms came up to cover yourself. Standing in the doorway, lips curling up in a smile, was the Dean for the School for Evil. Your cheeks heated.

Lady Lesso cut an imposing figure. Each step forward came with the tap of her cane, loud in the echoing chamber, drawing her closer to the bath. You watched as her eyes swept over you. You held your arms closer to you, her gaze almost becoming a physical caress against your bare skin.

“Here I was thinking it would be nice to bathe, only to find a pretty little present awaiting me,” she said, her smile turning wolfish.

“What are you…?” you began to ask before your voice petered out.

She kept her gaze on you as she lowered herself onto the bench at the side of the room, beside your clothes and towel. You felt the flush of embarrassment on you, all that earlier relaxation having fled you at the sound of her voice.

It would have been easier if any other teacher had found you. You could handle the embarrassment of Dovey walking in on you. Even Manley, god forbid. But Lesso was a whole other matter.

You found it impossible being in the same room as her without your cheeks heating up and a yearning beginning in your chest. Your craved her attention and spent too many hours wondering what it would be like to have her hands on your bare skin. Too much time spent wondering how she tasted and what your name would sound like falling from her lips in a moan.

To be found in such a compromising position by her had your heart beating wildly and your eyes widening. To have her making it clear she was not leaving only made it worse.

Her eyes slipped down your body again, lingering on your arms covering yourself. You watched her bring her cane up, fingers wrapping around the end, hitting her palm. It shocked you, the sound, and the heat in your cheeks became a roaring inferno.

“Don’t let me stop you.” Her voice was sin and smoke and temptation, “carry on with your bath, pet.”

“I, uh,” you stuttered out, “I think I’m done.”

“Ah, but you seemed to be enjoying it so,” she said, and you caught the twinkle in her eye. She was enjoying your discomfort.

“But you want to use it so…” You weren’t sure what to do.

She lent back, legs spreading just enough to make your mouth grow dry.

“Well then, be my guest,” she replied.

“Aren’t you… aren’t you going to turn around?” you asked but you already knew the answer.

“Now why would I do that?” she asked.

Her eyebrow quirked, raising the challenge. You felt stricken, not sure how to precede. On the one hand you didn’t want to stand up, to show her what was under the bubbles, but on the other you didn’t want to keep sitting there under her watchful gaze.

She tilted her chin up, keeping you under that watchful gaze. You sighed, standing, letting the water stream off your skin. You stepped out, doing your best to ignore the way her eyes darkened, leaning forward in interest as her gaze swept over your naked body. You grabbed the towel beside her on the bench, wrapping it around your body, hiding it from her lingering gaze.

You turned your back on her, feeling your heart thumping in your throat. You lent over the side of the bath, letting the water drain out. You watched it swirl down the drain, finding it easier to focus on that rather than the woman behind you. You were so aware of how exposed you’d been, how exposed you still were.

“I’m guessing you want it hot as hell,” you said, not even glancing over your shoulder.

You didn’t wait for her to answer, putting the plug back in and turning on the hot water. You turned, intending to grab your clothes and scurry out, only to find her already standing, towering over you.

“Aren’t you helpful,” she said.

You froze as her finger tips brushed along your bare shoulder, following along your collarbone. All you could do was watch as her tongue came out, licking along her finger, tasting the water droplets she’d picked up from your skin. She hummed, eyes closing with pleasure. You felt yourself flush, thighs clenching at the sound.

“I wonder if you taste this good all over,” she said, sin dripping from her voice.

You took a shaky step away from her, your body shouting at you to stay where you were. Her gaze darkened but she didn’t do anything to stop you as you walked back over to your clothes with every intention to grab them and scurry out of the room.

You heard the water shut off and you felt something shift within you. You turned, sitting down on the bench, the place she’d only just vacated. She turned, eyebrows raising when she saw you sitting there, watching her. You lifted your chin, daring her to question it.

“What are you doing, pet?” she asked.

“Enjoying myself.” You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone where your confidence had suddenly come from if you were asked. All you knew was you wanted to see what would happen if you didn’t back down to her. Not this time.

“Are you looking for a show?” The incredulity was palpable in her voice.

“Seems only fair,” you replied, crossing your legs.

She paused a moment then her hand, those long fingers that had been the cause of many a daydream, reached up and began to unbutton her coat. Your mouth grew dry as you watched her, not quite believing this was happening. She shucked the coat from her shoulders, throwing it towards you.

You caught it, her scent hitting you right in the face. Folding it, you laid it down carefully, not wanting to miss a moment of her undressing. This was like a moment straight out of your fantasies. You weren’t willing to give up on any chance to see her.

The waistcoat came next, flung down at your feet. She rolled her head, stretching her neck as her fingers worked on her tie. You couldn’t drag your eyes away from them, so long, so deft, so incredibly sexy. Your tongue ran along your bottom lip and her own eyes focused on it.

Each button lost from the shirt had you losing another little part of your sanity. The skin on show felt like a privilege, and the way she was staring at you was making you shift in your seat. It was as if she was waiting to devour you.

Each article of clothing lost made you breathless. She was a thing of beauty. Flawless in every way. Her confidence was astounding, the way she stood on display in front of you, not a trace of self consciousness in how she held herself. Her fingers trailed over her skin.

You didn’t think there was anything more glorious than a naked Lesso.

She stepped into the bath, elegant and surprisingly delicate, submerging her body in the water. You weren’t sure if you should stay now, but you couldn’t move. There was a naked Lesso in the room, looking at you like you’d wandered into her lair, and all you wanted to do was be at her mercy.

She lent back, eyes closing, and let out a soft sigh. Her arms were resting on the side of the tub, hands hanging over the side. You rose on silent feet, wanting to be close to her, wanting to see her in all her glory. Her eyes fluttered open, watching you approach.

“Are you that desperate for another look?” she asked, taking her time with her words.

Rather than answer, you let your towel drop to floor. Her look of surprise was gratifying. You stepped into the bath, doing your best to emulate her grace, not quite managing it. You lowered yourself, straddling her lap, wanting to touch every inch of her skin. Her hands settled on your hips and it was like you could breath again.

“I’d much rather have a taste,” you said, “fair’s fair.”

She surged forward, uncaring of the water sloshing in the tub. Her kiss was not a sweet thing, but rather fierce. It was demanding, insistent, making you squirm. You sighed into her mouth, fingers tangling in her hair, pressing together chest to chest. And she tasted like every bad decision you’d ever made and like every reward you’d ever gained. She was the apple that condemned Eve and you wanted to sink your teeth into her.

The touch of her bare skin against yours felt like temptation. So soft under you, making you gasp with your burning need. She chuckled into your mouth and you could feel it vibrating in her chest. You let your lips trail down her neck, tongue darting out to taste her skin. She made a soft noise, head tipping back as you traced patterns along her collarbone. Her fingers shifted from your hips to your thighs, running over your skin until your head spun.

You were happy to drown in her, to lose yourself to the feel of her, to give yourself over to her. Her eyes were closed as you continued to taste her, nipping at her skin. Her chuckle was low but warm, hands running up your spine. You sighed under her touch, taking your time to map out her body with your lips.

“Such a good little thing,” she murmured, “such a lovely mouth.”

She let you worship her, slow and steady, her fingertips running over your skin. You couldn’t stop yourself, determined to taste every inch of her before you were done. You’d spend the rest of your life showering reverence on her, dedicating your life to her pleasure. Whatever she wanted, you would do.

Your hands drifted down her sides, fingers brushing the swell of her breast. Her back arched towards you, a soft hum emanating from her chest. Softly, ghosting your touch over her, you let yourself finally cup her breasts. She let out a sigh, nails scraping down the length of your spine. Thumb beginning to circle her nipple, she quietly moaned.

“Lesso!”

Someone began to bang on the bathroom door. She let out a frustrated sigh, fingers stilling on your skin as her eyes fluttered open. You paused until she raised an eyebrow at her, letting you know to continue. Your teeth sunk into her shoulder, her fingers tightening on you.

“So good,” she said.

Your tongue soothed over your bite mark, feeling her relax again.

“Lesso!”

“Dovey,” she sighed, her voice coming out gravelly and it shouldn’t have been hot but you shifted on her lap.

“Lesso, I know you’re in there,” the other dean shouted through the door.

“I’m so sorry pet, I’ll just be a moment,” she said, but she didn’t push you off.

You kept up with your ministrations on her body, not interested in her conversation. Nothing mattered but her and her body and the way you could make her moan.

“What?” she shouted and maybe if you weren’t so close to her you wouldn’t have heard the note of breathlessness in her voice.

“Did you let your students run havoc in our Groom Room?” she demanded.

“Perhaps,” she called back, her hands beginning to rove over your back again.

You pinched at her nipple, finding the low moan in your ear thrilling. The taste of her was intoxicating and you couldn’t help yourself as you began to roll it between thumb and forefinger. Her eyes slipped closed.

“You can’t let them do that.” Dovey’s voice was growing shrill through the thick wooden door.

“Yes, yes, I know. It’s very evil,” she called back, almost lazy as she arched into your touch.

Your tongue swirled in the divot between her collarbones, lips chasing the water line as it bobbed against her chest. Her hands landed on your ass, pulling you more insistently against her, lips curling up when she felt you squirm.

“My students have nothing to wear,” she shouted, “I demand you come fix this.”

“Can’t you handle a simple childish prank?” she called back, pressing her thigh up against you. You made a small whimpering noise, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“This is your mess to clean up,” she shouted.

“Apologies, pet,” she murmured, “it seems as if Dovey is unable to do a simple reversal on her own.”

She pulled you in, kissing you slow until you were melting against her. She let you go, pushing you off her lap, surprisingly soft, and stood from the bath. Water streamed off her body, and you were stunned. Your gaze swept over her again, that impulse to spend the next few hours mapping every inch with tongue coming back.

“Until next time,”

She stepped out of the bath, pulling the towel on the ground around her body. You sat in her still steaming bath water, watching as she roughly dried off, then pulled on her clothes. The disappointment settling in your stomach was heavy. She pulled the door open, towel draped over her arm, cane back in her hand.

“It is a sorry day for good when they come ask evil for help with something so simple,” she said, stepping outside.

The door closed behind her, muffled voices leaving you. You took a moment to work through the unfulfilled feeling sitting in your chest. Your body was calling out to her, wanting her back under your touch.

You climbed out of the tub, letting the water swirl down the drain. Turning, you looked down at the floor, searching before realisation hit.

“She took my fucking towel.”

[stagkingswife]

Around the holidays I had the unique joy of meeting up with @windvexer in person while they were visiting my beloved New York City.  Over sushi, dessert, and then just hanging out in their hotel lobby we had a wide ranging conversation about our practices, UPGs, etc.  The conversation eventually drifted to comparing our spirit lead initiations.  Chicken’s story is theirs to share, or not, as they choose. But I’ve been thinking a lot since that conversation about my own initiation and how it parallels another important story in my life. 

When I was 15 I was a dancer and I was good, like competing at a national level.  I was cast as Odette in my ballet school’s adaptation of Swan Lake.  I practiced, and rehearsed, and trained all year long for the role. Then a month before recital weekend my family and I went on a weekend trip to Gettysburg. I also love history, and my dad and I had just read a book about the battle of Gettysburg together, so we clambered all over the battlefield.  I tore a calf muscle doing this.  I saw my usual doctor for injuries and wore a cast for three weeks, walked through rehearsals, took it easy.  Once the cast was off a week before the recital I ramped up slowly, warmed up more than usual, stretched carefully, everything.  But come recital weekend I danced my heart out and left everything on the stage.  3 weeks later I was diagnosed with CRPS in the leg I had injured. What does any of this have to do with my initiation?  Everything, just bare with me. 

My childhood mentor had been initiated by the spirits of her tradition, and she had spoken to me about the effect this had had on her.  I had written an academic paper on initiatory spiritual traditions and the phenomena of initiation sickness.  I knew, long before Oisin ever broached the topic with me, that a spirit lead initiation could wreck your life, that it would be trying in ways that were specifically designed to change you on a fundamental to suit the spirit's needs, and that undertaking one would have consequences I couldn’t even begin to image.  I also knew that dancing Swan Lake one week out of a cast could have disastrous results for my dance career.  But I loved the music and choreography.  I loved how I felt while I was dancing.  So I danced.  I was already in love with Oisin when he presented me with this trial. I loved learning from him, and working with him, and if there was something hard, even something impossible, that he needed me to do so that I could keep learning and working with him - it was no question. 

I had no way of knowing when I was teenager waiting in the wings in my white leotard and feathered wig that I was about to dance my last ballet.  That in less than a year I would start using a cane, or that I would one day swap the cane for a wheelchair, or any of the changes and accommodations that I’ve had to make in my life for my disability.  I only knew the love. When I said yes to Oisin I couldn’t have predicted how much it would break me when he killed my soul, dismembered it, and scattered the innumerable shreds across the Otherworlds.  I could have imagined the amazing and terrifying things I saw and experienced on my journey to find those fragments and assemble myself - or what it was like to live without a complete soul in the meantime. And nothing could have prepared me for the permanent changes the whole process had wrought on my life: on my physical health, my mental health, the very fact that my spiritual oaths and promises must always come first for me.  I only knew the love. 

17 years after my diagnosis, and 13 after my initiation started, I look back at the choices that led to both and would make them both again, even knowing the consequences.  These two choices, more than almost anything else in my life, have shaped who I am as an adult and I like that person.  These choices came from the right place, both times.  Not from ambition, greed, guilt, or fear, but love.  And I can’t ever regret what I did for love.

[frankiensteinsmonster]

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Hey, sorry I haven't been doing my daily outfit posts lately-- I guess I never mentioned why I started them, but it's this personal project that I'm working on where I take a picture (though, in all honesty, it's a lot of pictures lol) in whatever I'm wearing and I feature my cane to promote awareness and give representation to other cane users and members of the cpunk and Physically Disabled community. I'm working on building up the courage to take these pictures outside as well, because I do them on campus, but we deserve to see ourselves outside as well!

The reason I haven't been keeping up with it is because my partner and I have really been really struggling financially as well as with our mental health (and me with my physical health as well, obviously lol) we moved across the country to go to school and it is So Hard-- I had to drop three out of five of my classes because the course work was just too much in volume and I need a job really bad (which is going to be Hard to do since we don't even know why I'm in such chronic pain yet 🙃 it's hard not to feel defeated!)

Either way, I think going to start posting them with the tag #TheVainCanes and #MobilityAidVainity but I'm also going to host a poll for some options bc I want this to be a widespread community thing!

I'm choosing these names because I've seen from both ableds and disabled elitists this idea that we and our mobility aides need to look like they're fresh out the hospital for us to be Believed and deserving of respect, and anything beyond that voids our suffering and invalidates our experiences-- and I think that's reductive, harmful, and just plain wrong! Our mobility aides are an extension of ourselves and we deserve to dress them up however we want. We deserve representation, and the normalization of Joy and Having Personality While Disabled.

This will be intersectional as well (bc. I mean look at me. Also I don't need a reason!) , people from all identities are welcomed and encouraged to join! This is meant to be a celebration of Us, Disabled, BIPOC, LGBTQIA2S+, and All That Jazz! (If you use a mobility aid, you're in!) We're beautiful gorgeous handsome devils and I think we'd do good seeing how good we all look in a designated tag

Also my cash app and Venmo are @/cherubpunque 👀 if anyone has some spare change I could have that would be an amazing help towards feeding me, my partner, and our two cats!!

To kick things off, I am a 2S, Afroindigenous person (Gullah and Kanien'kehá:ka!) who experiences chronic pain and fatigue. I have PTSD and a few other brain things going on, less than perfect eyesight, and a great passion for Art, Music, Subculture, and Helping Others whenever and however I can! I'm majoring in art and am working towards becoming a published graphic novelist. Idk I just have a lot of love and support to give, and a big need for love and support for myself as well, and I'm hoping to offer us a good opportunity for us to connect in a space that's just for us! We're already living outside of society's expectations for health, so why should we let these folks decide the way we look while doing it? Express yourself! (I'll also be tagging myself in future as #mothie so you can find me in the tags! Anyways, I gotta go lay down. My back hurts.)

[send-up-my-heart-to-you]

tips for writing arab characters

writer here!! im a middle eastern writer whos noticed that theres a VERY significant lack of info on how to write arabs, so im here to help !! (however, keep in mind that im specifically gulf arab and may not be able to provide as much info on levant arabs or north african arabs. if there are any on here, feel free to reblog w more info !! )

dont get arabs mixed up w muslims. yes, a large portion of the arab population are muslim, but youd be surprised at the number of non-muslim arabs that exist. if you wanna write abt a muslim character, a post i made that might help is here 

list of arab countries, with the adjective:

algeria — algerian

bahrain — bahraini 

the comoros islands — comorans

djibouti — djiboutian

egypt — egyptian

iraq — iraqi

jordan — jordanian

kuwait — kuwaiti

lebanon — lebanese

libya — libyan

morocco — moroccan

mauritania — mauritanian

oman — omani

palestine — palestinian

qatar — qatari

kingdom of saudi arabia (ksa) — saudi

somalia — somali

sudan  — sudanese

syria — syrian

tunisia — tunisian

united arab emirates (uae) — emirati

yemen — yemeni

dialects/language:

dialects greatly differ—the egyptian dialect is the most common, followed closely by the levantine dialect

classic arabic is called fusha (fuss-ha), used in things like official documents, media, education. every arab knows it but its not used in day to day language except in media (all dialects basically come from fusha, but with slight changes)

'p' and 'g' (as in 'gurgle' or 'goal') dont exist in the arabic alphabet, theyre replaced with 'b' and 'j' 

depending on where theyre from, they may also learn a third language besides arabic and english (e.g. moroccans know french, a berber arab may know berber)

appearance:

arabs look different based on where theyre from. if theyre from the arabian peninsula, they have thick curly dark hair, tanned skin, and dark eyes. levant arabs are lighter skinned, and green/blue eyes are more common with them

adding on to previous point, arabs have a variety of skin tones, even if theyre siblings. using a real example, me and my older brother respectively look white passing and afro hispanic

dark irises are considered better looking than lighter colored eyes. eyes are usually thick-lashed, with big round slightly upturned eyes 

big noses are common, along with full lips (and hereditary dark circles for those with more tanned skin)

high cheekbones and well structured faces are also prevalent

culture:

varies depending on location

influenced by indian culture, IS NOT INTERCHANGEABLE WITH INDIAN CULTURE. that was aladdins mistake

poetry is so common, especially with romantic themes

songs also have romantic themes

youd be surprised at how romantic arabs are

dances vary extremely, from dabke (palestinean dance done in groups, consisting largely of leg/foot movements) to yola (emirati dance with battle origins, done using canes or fake guns) i recommend watching videos (tiktok has a lot of videos esp of dabke)

women also dance but you wont find a lot of videos of it bc its inappropriate

etiquette:

things such as giving someone your back, or facing the bottom of your feet towards someone are considered rude 

pda is also taboo (even with straight couples or even sometimes married couples)

cheek kisses are a common way of greeting, but not between genders

in some gulf countries, men greet each other with a nose kiss (not in an intimate way) just stubbing their noses against each other

genders do not mix at all. schools tend to divide girls and boys into two sections starting at a certain age (around age 10/11), and mosques are split into the mens side (usually larger than womens bc men use the mosque more)

having an extramarital relationship is very very taboo (even w hetero relationships) but it still happens. a lot. 

family dynamics (note that this is obviously a spectrum. this is the general dynamic, but obv it ranges from family to family):

NOT ALL OF US HAVE ABUSIVE PARENTS. sure theyll spank you if you skip school, but thats not necessarily abusive. its more strict, and youd be surprised at the amount of freedom some parents give their kids

yes, arranged marriages do happen. no, they arent necessarily forced, it just means that your parents had a hand in deciding who youll marry. yes, marrying cousins is a thing, but its much less prevalent now (also, ew)

fathers care. a lot. they dont show it, but they do. they also tend to joke around a lot

mothers tend to be the rule enforcers, and by far our moms are our best friends. we tell them EVERYTHING i swear 

aunties gossip a lot

uncles are a safety hazard

its not uncommon to have a large number of cousins (mainly bc arabs tend to have a lot of kids)

the average number of children 3 per woman, but from personal experience the older the generation the more kids (e.g. my great-grandmother had a whopping thirteen kids, my grandmother had seven, my mom has six, but a couple of my aunts only have one or two)

social class/work environment/school environment:

schools tend to be either arab curriculums but there is a high density of american/british curriculum schools

boys and girls tend to be separated in school around age nine/ten but some schools will be mixed genders up till graduation

yes, women work, tho admittedly some of them tend to have careers more than jobs (e.g. photographer, writer, etc while the men handle engineering, economics, etc)

no, not all of us are rich. in fact, countries like jordan, egypt, tunisia, morocco, and yemen (and infamously palestine) are acc struggling w poverty. its mainly just gulf arabs who are rich

furthermore, gulf arabs may be generally rich but a large chunk of them have the same lifestyle as an upper-middle class family in the usa. rich but not too rich. dont be fooled by the videos of guys wearing kandoras and driving lambos

speaking of kandoras...

outfits (keep in mind that spelling may vary since its all transliteration, and pronunciation may vary depending on region) (also keep in mind that even if we still live in the middle east, WE CAN WEAR JEANS AND HOODIES AND BAND SHIRTS. just, usually cover up more in public):

abaya: loose overgarment worn by women

jilbab/chandoor: also worn by women, type of long dress or tunic

the white robe all of yall know is known as a thobe, dishdasha, or kandora

the colored headscarf worn by men is known as a ghuthrain in the gulf, kevfiah in the levant. its kept in place with a black cord called a aghal, and under it they wear a skullcap called a thagiyah

those are the most common ones, however if youd like to get a lil more specific on clothong, the ultimate guide to arab clothing is here (it also has specified clothing for individual countries)

hope this helps, feel free to reblog w more info if you have any !!

[hxzxrdous]

The School For Good and Evil

Platonic Lady Lesso x Never!reader

TW: Mentions of grooming, sexual abuse, minor kissing an adult, Lady Lesso being a bitch and then a mother figure. Doom Room hhh, what more can I say?

SPECIAL

"... Now ..." Lady Lesso paused for a dramatic effect, "I want you to dazzle me with whatever your unique talent to be," she said, twirling around her cane as she walked around the classroom, pointing with her cane to each student at a time.

You sat right in the back, hoping the class will end before she got to you, until you heard your name. Your heart dropped in your chest.

"Well, Y/LN, don't keep us waiting, let's see what you are capable of," Lady Lesso crossed her arms.

You hesitated. You knew that Lady Lesso was well-known for her harsh critiques, and you didn't want to be on the receiving end of them. But you also knew that you needed to be honest.

You gulped down nervously. You were toasted. Not toasted... fucked. You were absolutely fucked.

"I- Uh- I haven't been able to discover my special talent... ma'am," you looked down at the desk, suddendly the crack in the wood became very interesting to you.

"Y/LN... look at me," the dean spat out.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," she demanded again after you ignored her.

You slowly looked up at the dean's cold eyes and quickly averted your gaze to her hair instead.

Lady Lesso's eyes narrowed at you. She could sense that your lack of talent was a sore spot for you, and she was in no mood for weakness.

"So you mean to tell me, that the second half of semester will soon start and you still haven't found your talent?" Lady Lesso spoke in a condescending tone.

"Weak, lazy, arrogant... Because of students like you, Evil never defeats Good and I just have to work the students twice as hard." Lady Lesso said and pointed towards the door with her cane. "Out, now."

Lady Lesso's words hit you like a punch in the gut. You knew your failure to find your talent was a big deal, but you had never expected to be kicked out of the class for it. Tears started to well up in your eyes, and you felt like you were going to collapse.

You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you turned to leave. You couldn't believe how quickly Lady Lesso had made you feel like a complete failure. It felt like the whole class was watching you as you walked out of the room, your head hung low.

As you stumbled out of the classroom, you struggled to hold back your tears. You have never felt more humiliated in your life. As you made your way down the hallway, you tried to figure out what to do next.

Suddenly, you were grabbed from behind and spun around. It was Lady Lesso, looking even more furious than before.

"Come with me," Lady Lesso snarled, pulling you along behind her. "You're coming to the Doom Room."

Your mouth dropped open in disbelief. You have heard of the Doom Room but you have never imagined that you would end up there.

You walked in silence for a while, Lady Lesso's tight grip on your wrist the whole time. Finally, you arrived at a large, ominous door with the words 'Doom Room' engraved on it. Lady Lesso swung the door open and pushed you inside, grabbing you and tying you down to the chair on a small podium.

You looked around the Doom Room in horror. The walls were lined with grim-looking weapons, and there were strange objects hanging from the ceiling. It was a place of fear and punishment, and you could feel it in your bones.

"Absolutely and utterly pathetic." Lady Lesso looked down at you, her stern expression unchanged.

"Now... let me see you hands." Lady Lesso demanded, holding a whip in her hand.

You gulped down in fear as you reached out you arms, waiting for her to strike.

"Aw, is the little bitty baby afraid of me?" Lady Lesso asked, her tone disdainful holding the whip above you.

"Wait! I do have a special talent-" you blurted out.

She looked at you, clearly annoyed.

"Oh, really? And what it might be? Please, do enlighten me." The dean approached you, your faces just inches away from eachother.

Without warning, you leaned in and kissed her.

It was a small kiss, just a peck on the lips, but it was enough to take Lady Lesso by surprise. It was a sign of affection, a sign of intimacy, and it felt wrong coming from someone as young as you. For a moment, Lady Lesso didn't know how to respond but then she stepped back. "You! You have a lot of nerve doing something like that in my school." Lady Lesso raised her voice.

"I-I-I am special," you stammered. "I just needed you to know that."

Lady Lesso's eyes narrowed.

"What are you talking about, Y/N?" she asked.

You took a deep breath. You knew you were taking a huge risk by admitting what you were about to say, but you couldn't help youself anymore.

"It's my mother's boyfriend," you said. "He keeps telling me how special I am when I do that... So I just wanted to prove to you that I am special." You mumbled. 

Lady Lesso walked around you for a moment, thinking of what to do with you. She put her hands on her hips. She was speechless. For the first time in her life, the dean of the School for Evil was speechless.

As Lady Lesso stood there, her anger turned to sympathy. It was clear that you had been subjected to a kind of abuse that Lady Lesso had never even heard of before.

"You poor child. Your mother's boyfriend have done some terrible things to you, didn't he?" Lady Lesso dropped the whip to the corner of the room.

You shook your head.

"No, ma'am. He's not horrible. I thought so too, but my mom said he's just being fatherly and I'm just sensitive and overeacting. So I guess I got used to it."

"What kind of mother would allow such a thing to happen... She must be crazy." Lady Lesso sighed in annoyance and looked at you. "Now, tell me, how many times have this happened?"

"H- happened what, ma'am?" You asked, avoiding eye contact with Lady Lesso.

"Your 'special talent', Y/N. How often do you do it?" The dean gave you an intimidating but sympathetic stare. It was clearly that your excuse of a mother had let you be groomed and abused by that man.

You shrugged your shoulders, thinking for a moment. "I lost count. It started three years ago," you answered thruthfully.

"And I'm guessing you don't like it when he does that?" Lady Lesso asked, leaning against her cane, staring at you with her eyes half closed, waiting for your reply.

You looked down, shaking your head.

Tell me, is that his only way of 'showing love' to you?" Lady Lesso's voice suddendly sounded kind and caring.

"Well... I- Um... he buys me stuff... and he says I'm pretty- A- and he says he wants to marry me as soon as I turn eighteen..." You answered.

"That's abuse..." Lady Lesso shook her head in sorrow. "You're being abused and don't even realize it... No, no, that is not love. He's a terrible man and your mother is as wrong as him for allowing such terrible things to happen to you."

"It's not your fault." Lady Lesso kneeled infront of you, untying you from the chair.

"I am going to ask you just this once, Y/N... And I want you to be completely honest with me, can you do that, sweetheart?" Lady Lesso gently lifted your chin up.

"How far has he gone?" She whispered.

Silence. Only tears flowing down your cheeks.

"It hurt- It hurt so bad- I- I tried to stop him- I tried to fight- I really did-" you whimpered.

Lady Lesso sighed and closed her eyes.

"B- but- he said he loved me- A- and he said I was special- He lied? I- I'm not special?" Your breathing quickened as it dawned upon you. "A-and my mom knew and didn't do anything?"

"Love shouldn't hurt. If your 'loved ones' are hurting you, then they don't love you, and you deserve to be loved, you deserve to live without fear, to be happy." The dean helped you stand up from the chair.

"Listen to me. You ARE special, you ARE loved. You deserve happiness, not pain, no one deserves pain. You need to understand that, okay?" She pulled you close, stroking your hair. "And your mother. If she's not doing anything to stop that horrible man... then she's just as guilty as him. And I'm so sorry, darling." She continued.

You started sobbing. You were so stupid. How come you didn't know that? You just now realized the truth. The reality of the situation. All the lies. The illusion.

"Perhaps I was too harsh with you." Lady Lesso sighed as she held you close to her. "It is just that you need to do your best here and I was afraid you weren't taking this seriously enough. That you were lazy. But I see now that I was mistaken. I apologize for the harsh words, okay?" Lady Lesso spoke softly, whispering words of comfort.

"I- And I'm sorry I kissed you, ma'am." You replied, your cheeks turning red.

The kiss was something Lady Lesso hadn't expected or liked. But looking at you, all confused and scared, she found she couldn't possibly stay mad at you. "I accept your apology."

Lady Lesso kissed the top of your head. "So, how about we get out of this place and move to my office and find your talent together, hmm?"

[kit-kat-katie]

this time, my time

A/N: hey, do you remember me? 0_0 it's been a long few months of school, to put in simply. now I'm off for the summer, and I'm here to slowly finish up my Finnick series and the request decaying in my inbox.

TW: canon violence and other sensitive topics (prostitution and other servitude to the Capitol), reader has a long-term knee injury, main character death, strong deviation from cannon events will start here, quick mentions of knives, past and present trauma for reader, the ending is so sad

Pairing: Finnick x GN! Reader (romantic)

Summary: The rebellion goes strong as you try to find your place in District 13. Things fall in and out of place as the continuous ups and downs of the warzone weigh on your mental and physical condition.

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You stand quietly outside of the meeting room, trying to pretend like you weren’t eavesdropping on the conversation going on inside. Whatever it was, it ended quickly as Katniss burst out of the doors first.

“So you’re going to be the Mockingjay?” You softly ask, which stops Katniss in her tracks.

“What choice do I have? You saw Peeta on TV in the Capital, and we know that the others are there too. I have to get him, them home.” She curtly says before turning and leaving the area.

You slip into the shadows as other members of the meeting leave - some you recognize, some you aren’t quite familiar with.

The last man to leave the room, the one you didn’t know on the air carrier that took you to District 13, is the only one to notice your presence.

“Do you believe Katniss is our Mockingjay?” He solemnly asks as you step into the light.

“She might not be an elegant speaker, or the best role model, but she’s got a lot of fight and energy left in her. If anyone is going to get us out of this mess, it’ll be her.” You hold on to your cane as you limp forward with your injured leg.

“What I said when we rescued you, Finnick, and Katniss, is still on the table. We can arrange to fix-”

“My fighting days are long over.” You gesture to your knee as a small chuckle escapes your throat. “Your doctors are amazing. They can prescribe fantastic painkillers, but they can’t fix this.”

Plutarch simply smiles to himself.

“You should see Beetee when you have the time. He’s made something for you, if you’re interested.” He shrugs before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

This cane is getting on my last nerve. It would be nice to walk with two feet again, or to walk long distances without having to be carried by a child.

~

“I’m assuming Plutarch spoke with you?” Beetee says as you stare in admiration at his room of inventions. 

“You’ve been busy while we’ve been stuck down here.” You marvel at something on his desk, but you know better than to touch.

“I haven’t had much to do, being stuck in a wheelchair and all.” Beetee makes his way over to you with a strange, metal-looking brace on his lap.

“What is that?” You ask as he hands it to you.

“It’s a regenerative knee brace - a special project that I was working on with a few of the medical specialists in Thirteen. I can’t guarantee that it’ll heal all, but you should be able to walk without that cane for hours at a time. Ideally, a few weeks of usage should get you completely healed, but we haven’t tested it on any subjects so the results may be unsure-”

“Beetee, I don’t think I can thank you enough for this.” You sit down on a chair next to him as you put the brace on. 

“Think nothing of it - it’s a favor for a friend.” He offers you a rare smile, and it’s one that you happily return.

When you stand up, the aching of your knee is reduced to a dullness that medication could only hope to achieve. After hobbling around Beetee’s workspace for a bit, you’re able to walk pretty well on your own - without that damn cane.

“It’ll work?” He asks as you brightly smile.

“This will definitely work.”

~

“I see you took Beetee up on his offer.” Finnick remarks as you lay on the bed next to him.

“You knew about this?” You ask as Finnick squeezes your side.

“Prim came to me one day and asked a bunch of weird questions about you and your medical history, and when I pressed her for answers, she told me about Beetee’s project for you. I only knew for two weeks-”

“-two weeks? And you didn’t tell me?!?” You playfully roll your eyes. “You watched me struggle for two weeks, knowing that there was a solution on its way. If I didn’t love you so much, I’d push you off of this bed.”

“You love me, Sunny?”

“Leave me alone.” You gently push him away before he wraps his arms around you.

“I love you too.” He mumbles into your hair before kissing your neck.

With the butterflies lingering in your stomach, you curl into his touch more as you feel your eyes become heavy.

“For the record, I’m still mad at you.” You mumble softly, and his bubbly laughter is the last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep.

~

“How is your knee?” Prim takes a few notes on her notepad as you swing your legs back and forth on the examination table.

“The pain isn't gone, but I can walk for a while without needing to sit down. Standing still can be an issue at times because my knee locks, and the brace is so heavy that it pulls me down with it.” You explain as she nods.

“That’s good progress, especially since you’ve only been wearing it for a week. I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Prim stands up and gathers her notes before heading towards the door.

“Wait a minute, you-” You pause before asking, “why did you want to help me recover? You helped Beetee with the brace, but why do so?”

“My sister likes you, as much as she can like anyone,” Prim says, “and I have the same trust in you. We need as many people as we can for the fight ahead of us, and if I can help one person get back on their feet, then it’ll be worth it in the long run.”

“You’re wise for your age, and strong.” You softly bite your lip. “I’m sorry about your home, about everything that’s happened to you.”

“It’s all in the past, and the future is what we make of it.” She nods before leaving the room, and you push yourself off of the bed before heading for the door yourself.

I wonder what Prim was like before all of this happened. I’ll have to ask Katniss sometime, if she’ll ever tell me anything personal about herself.

~

“President Coin has wanted to meet you for a long time, but in-between your recovery from the injury, Katniss becoming the Mockingjay, and then the recent attack, there hasn’t been much time-”

“-It’s alright, Plutarch. I’m just grateful she took us all in.” You shrug as Plutarch opens the door for you. “Thank you.”

President Coin stands up and offers you her hand, which you gladly shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sunny, if I may call you that?” She greets you before letting go of your hand, and you take a seat next to her.

“It’s alright with me. Thank you for your endless hospitality, President Coin, I can’t thank you enough.” You graciously bow your head.

“It’s no issue, but I’m afraid this isn’t a simple greeting. I requested your… unique expertise for a reason. After the attack on District 13, the civilians from this District and District 12 are, understandably, scared. I’m requesting that you offer some of your time and expertise to train them on different fighting tactics.” 

“You want me to teach them? What about Katniss or Finnick?”

“Katniss is an… acquired taste, and Finnick hasn’t connected to the people of this shelter as you have.” Coin explains as Plutarch nods along.

“People look up to you, not as a Victor, but as a person. You might not be the Mockingjay, but your voice and actions carry power. Why not use them for something good?” He adds as you ponder for a moment.

It’s been a while since I’ve held my knives… am I going to be okay with this?

“It might take me a while to get back into fighting, with my knee and all, but I’ll give it a try. I’m sure Beetee will be happy if I can get some more use out of this brace.” You lightly tap your foot on the ground as you feel the brace hum against your leg.

I wonder if it’s going to heal me fully, or if I’ll be stuck with this thing forever.

~

Training the civilians of the two districts didn’t go as poorly as you thought it would. You were worried about injuring yourself further, or worse, accidentally hurting an innocent civilian if your survival instincts kicked in. 

Those who had shown up seemed grateful for your help, and the children that you had grown to care for had come to watch the training. You weren’t going to let them fight, no child should be involved in a warzone, but you didn’t mind them watching.

Especially when they cheered every time you hit your mark or you pinned someone to the ground. It gave you a much-needed ego boost, something that had never really phased you before. All eyes had been on you since you won the Hunger Games those years ago, and it didn’t dawn on you how weird it felt to be left alone.

You were grateful, of course, to not have to look over your shoulder in case someone from the Capitol was spying on you. Things were just… different now. The life you had known since you won the Hunger Games was gone.

Maybe you could get used to the idea of an “after”, one where you can let go of everything that has been eating you alive. One where you and Finnick could…

It’s best not to get my hopes up.

~

“I learned a much more valuable form of payment… secrets.”

You stand next to Katniss, quietly wiping tears from your face as you watch him bare his soul for all to witness. It wasn’t like you were completely clueless to what he was doing in the Capitol, but you never knew it was this bad.

Katniss, on the other hand, is fixated on the small bits of footage of the rescue team. You can’t blame her for doing so - who knows how Peeta, Johanna, and the rest were doing inside of the Capitol? Had they been tortured, killed, or condemned to a fate much like Finnick’s?

“And the biggest secrets are about our President, Coriolanus Snow. Such a young man when he rose to power, such a clever one to keep it. How, you may ask, did he do it?” Finnick stares into the camera, and you stare into his eyes, hoping you can offer some sort of comfort when he can’t even see you. 

“One word: poison. He stopped every mutiny before it even started. There were so many mysterious deaths of his adversaries, even the allies who were threats. Snow would drink from the same cup to deflect suspicion, but antidotes don’t always work, which is why he wears roses as a perfume. It helps cover the scent from sores in his mouth that will never heal.”

Your eyes dart over to the rescue team footage as they get closer to the captives in the Capitol - Finnick just has to distract them for a bit longer. It’s tortuous, for you and for him, to live so vicariously through the trauma and memories that you’ve both carried for all of these years.

“He can’t hide the scent of who he really is. He kills without mercy, he rules with deception and fear. His weapon of choice is the only thing suited for such a man. Poison, the perfect weapon for a snake.”

Suddenly, things go white and you’re pulled out of the weird haze you were in when Katniss calls out to Beetee. Coin attempts to bring the footage back up, but it seems to be too late.

“We have another sixty seconds and then we’ll be cut off.” Beetee says, and someone in the room asks if they should call back the hovercraft.

You would’ve volunteered to go next, to tell them every dirty little detail about being a Victor, but Katniss volunteered first. 

“Are you sure?” You softly ask, and Katniss nods as you step out of the way.

The others in the room do the same as Katniss calls out to President Snow multiple times, and time runs thin before he answers her back.

“What an honor, and I don’t imagine you’re calling me to thank me for the roses.” His face appears through the static, and you physically recoil at the sight of him. 

“I never asked for this. I never asked to be in the games, I never asked to be the Mockingjay. I just wanted to save my sister and keep Peeta alive. Please, just let him go.” The desperation in her answer is evident as she continues. “I will stop being the Mockingjay. I will disappear, you will never have to see me ever again.”

“Ms. Everdeen, you couldn’t run from this anymore than you could’ve run from the games.” Snow coldly says.

“Please, you’ve won. You’ve already beaten me. Release Peeta, and take me instead.” Katniss offers herself up, but Snow shakes his head.

“I couldn’t pass the opportunity for a noble sacrifice.”

“Then tell me what to do. I’ve always kept my promises, haven’t I?”

“You say you didn’t want a war, and that’s just what’s happened. I told you what a fragile thing peace was, and still, like a child, you took pleasure in breaking it. I know what you are, I know you can’t see past your narrow concerns, but please, Ms. Everdeen, I doubt you know what honesty is anymore.”

You’re barely able to focus on the conversation because the sight of President Snow is enough to send you into fight-or-flight. Haymitch has had to pull you back multiple times to prevent you from interfering, and you’re a few seconds from leaving the room entirely.

He’s not even here, and you’re still scared shitless of him. What a fucking nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

“You’ve asked me to convince you that I was in love with Peeta. Haven’t I, at least, done that?”

“Ms. Everdeen, it’s the things we love most that destroy us. I want you to remember that I said that. Don’t you think I know that your friends are in the Tribute Center?” He pauses for a moment as everyone stares in abstract horror. “Cut them off.”

The feed crashes as everyone launches into a panic. Haymitch goes to comfort Katniss as Beetee tries to reach those inside of the Capitol. You’re left staring at the screen, contemplating why he continues to play the same games with Katniss that he did with you.

~

“Sunny, you’ve done excellent work today.” Snow’s eyes remain fixated on his roses as you admire the poppies near the entrance. 

“Thank you, President Snow.” You quietly mumble.

“You can just call me Snow - we are friends, are we not?”

“Of course, my apologies.” You put on a brave smile as you take a cautious step forward.

“No need to apologize, at least not to me.” He pauses for a moment. “I heard from one of my advisors that you had brushed off his attempts at courting you.”

“It won’t happen again.” You bow to him after looking back at the poppies. “I’ll go and make a personal apology before I leave for District Four.”

“Good, it’d be a shame if I had to hurt the family that threw you out after you had won the games. Or maybe I’ll show your new ‘family’ some of the raw footage of your Games, if that would be enough to deter them from speaking with you again.”

“I sincerely apologize for disrespecting you, Snow, and I will make sure that my apology is just as sincere to your advisor.”

“I know you will, you always make great amends. That’s what I like about you, Sunny, you know when you’ve done something wrong, and nothing will stop you from making it right.” Snow picks a rose before making eye contact with you. “The advisor is being housed on the second floor of my home.”

“Thank you for your utmost kindness.” You bow again before scurrying away.

~

“They’re here.”

Nothing could’ve stopped you from rushing into the hospital ward - not even the armed guards that tried to stop you. Your eyes scan around for a familiar face, and you spot Johanna pulling away from guards and doctors alike.

“Leave me alone!” She barks at them before looking at you. “You look like shit.”

“You look much worse, believe me.” You scoff before waving the doctors away. “I’ve got her, I promise.”

“I tried to give them hell, but the Capitol repaid the favor with interest, as they always do.” Johanna reluctantly swings her legs back onto the hospital bed as you arrange some of the medication nearby.

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch what the doctors give you. You won’t have to take anything you don’t need, I promise.” You step aside and gesture for a doctor to come back.

“The knee brace?”

“Talk to Katniss about that one.” You both chuckle to yourselves before Finnick bursts into the ward.

“Annie? Mags?” He calls out as he desperately searches around the area.

When you look back at Johanna, she has a sympathetic look on her face as you cover your mouth with one of your hands.

“I’m sorry-” 

“-I need a minute before I do something I regret.” You back away from Johanna and rush into the hallway as you continue to hear Finnick call out for them.

Hot tears fall down your face as you let your metal knee brace pull you to the ground. After seeing Peeta alive, you had hope for the others… but your hope had now been crushed.

You remember a time when you wished that you and Finnick could have all of the time in the world to be alone together.

Now you want to reach back into the past and slap yourself for saying that.

There wouldn’t be anymore Sunday dinners, small fishing trips, or beach picnics. No more midnight stargazing with Mags when you couldn’t sleep, or baking cookies with Annie as a way to help her relax for a while.

Everything you had gained after losing yourself in the Games was nearly gone.

All that was left was the somber man who just stumbled out of the ward. The look in Finnick’s eyes was distant - he was here with you without being here with you.

You, as quickly as one with a knee brace can, stand up and rush into his arms. You’re sure that your sobs can be heard from the farthest corner of the underground facility.

He doesn’t even respond or move his head in acknowledgment. 

Neither of you move, and time doesn’t either as you grieve together.

You wanted to believe that you were out of your waking nightmare, but maybe the Games were just the beginning of a lifetime of torture.

Only time would tell.

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Raven queen x gn! Reader

Prompt- the reader is Apples sibling and the two get it a argument and so reader finds Raven to comfort them and feel safe and Raven helps tremendously

(i did it a little differently but I think It's still good)

I'll be using they/them pronouns and [name] as substitute for (y/n)

Nickname used for the reader from Raven -Dove or my little dove

Angsty/ comfort

Art not mine found on pinterest

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It was afternoon in the school in ever after high,and the two siblings Apple and [name] white had been avoiding eachother since the beginning morning.

The students all around the school simply couldn't help but notice this strange behavior coming from the two, there where whispers and gossip, people where trying to figure it what wa going on between them but no one was brave enough to do so.

Not Briar oh no she was closest to Apple and she knew better than to even try to pick at what Apple was putting down "she was frowning the whole time in princess 101" Briar said to goldi who was interviewing her gasp where heard all around the schoola s everyone was intently watching

On the other side there was [name] they were more quiet than usual,and that was saying something since they were a person with a Bubbly personality much like their sister,but today seemed like a dark day for them, not a peep,not a sound the whole day

They would avoid anyone who would ask and stay silent if anyone tried to talk to them, totally mute and it terrified everyone

Then by the end of the day the two siblings had crossed paths and all of a sudden by the blinknof an eye they started a shouting match between the two

It was fiery, it was hurtful, oh godmother was it bad

And it ended up having [name] running in the middle of it tears ran down their face they couldn't hold it any longer, all this for something so dumb they had

disagreed the night before bed

It was about their destiny's,and how it was unfair that Apple had to be the one having the happy ending ulile [name]-s girlfriend Raven who they have been dating the summer before school started ,[name] loves Raven more than anything more than status they would give anything up to make her happy, they surly would at the snap of a finger

[Name] now was curled up next to a tree sobbing uncontrollably they couldn't help it the tears just cane down by themselves like unwanted guest atnyour own home, inside [name] felt hopeless could they truly even give Raven the happy ever after she deserved?

"[name]!!" A voice called out from the forest a voice [name] new very well, it was Raven coming to heir rescue like she always did for them no matter how small the issue

[Name] raisd their head from the ground and saw her, her gorgeous Purple and black hair, those confident yet loving eyes that held a secret meaning of longing for something greater, her dark lipstick that looked flawless on her and only her truly a rare beauty in [name]'s eyes "Raven" their voice was raw and weak barely able to utter their partners name

Raven rushed to their side and quickly held them in her arms, imediately they melted into her touch,her warmth was always so inviting " hey,Hey its okay dove I'm here" [name] felt a sigh of relief as if though she was right everything would be okay,but only if Raven was there to care for them "i-i don't know why she doesn't get it" they sniffled, Raven by instinct started to gently pet their head trying to eas that pain...and it did

"[Name] look at me please" they did as she said (e/c) staring into her purple ones "you don't have to say anything now okay? We can just cuddle till you have calmed down" once again they nodded and then position themselves into a more comfortable position

Raven held them on her lap and put her arms on their torso the tears that once where there seemed to have completely vanish now that she was her holding onto them as the two whee the only people in the woods just the two, Raven said nothing but sweet nothings into their ear "your amazing, I love you, you deserve everything good, I'll always will be here"

Gently Raven keep one hand on the waist and the other up to their hair which she adored, actually not just that Raven loved every single part of them, how sweet and Bubbly they where how bashful they could get how their fashion was different from her own.

All of it, all of them

Raven then kissed their cheek, a slight smile came from [name] "thank you Raven" they said in a wisper "no problem my little dove" [name] chuckled the Nickname was cute they loved it since the beginning of the relationship even before when they started as friends.

There the two where cuddled up in eachothers warmth Raven decided a litte hum wouldn't hurt, and she was right, sometimes staying in eachothers embrace is what [name] needed today and hopefully it would be one of the many things that the two would do for their happily ever after.