#(by other students* - like today) so I don't encourage them as much as I should have...but...live and learn.

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

An adorable student who I worked with last year told me today that she has roses in her backyard and, after I told her how much I love roses (they're my favorite flower!), that she'd pick one and bring it to me. 😭 And had I not been literally in the middle of doing the job that is expected of me that I get paid for, I might've cried.

[miyagic]

Family Isn't Blood

James Potter x reader

SUMMARY: James tells his girlfriend jokes, inspired by the ones his father uses to tell his mother, really stupids and not funny at all, but all you can think about is how cute he is to think they are actually funny, what makes you understand something.

MARAUDERS MASTERLIST a/n: You don't have a defined house. Remus and Sirius aren't dating, but they have a thing.

a/n: this is justt fluff, I didn't liked so much, but alright. Tell me what you think!

w/c: 1k

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!!

JAMES looked at Euphemia, who was making their lunch while he and Fleamont set the table. Sirius is still sleeping, normally James wakes up early (not so much), but today he woke up later than usual.

"You should bring your girlfriend next time, Jamie" Euphemia smiled at him.

"I know, mom. I told her to come, but her parents had already planned the trip." James rolled his eyes slightly.

"What trip?" Fleamont asked, not following the conversations about James' infamous girlfriend with Euphemia.

"[Name] went with his parents to Italy" right after she finishes speaking, Sirius comes down the stairs with the greatest laziness ever seen.

"[Name]? She went to Italy?"

"Yes Pads, she said that in front of you" James scoffed.

"She said?"

"Boys, now I really don't care about Sirius' memory loss, I finished lunch and now let's eat" Effie started bringing the food to the table.

Everyone sat at the table, each eating as much as they wanted. Fleamont then looked at the sodas on the table, and started laughing, leaving everyone else confused.

"Fleamont, what's gotten you?" Euphemia looked at him strangely.

"Guys" he laughs, not finishing the sentence. "Guys... I was thinking about something"

"Here it comes," Effie murmured, sighing.

Fleamont laughs a little more "What do you call a can opener that doesn't work?"

"What?" James spoke.

"A can't opener" Fleamont laughs again as if he had said the funniest joke in the world.

James starts laughing like his father, making Sirius join them, Euphemia also laughs, while shaking her head, but not at the joke itself, but at the chaotic family that she love so much.

———☆———

ON THE RETURN to Hogwarts, James and Sirius met Peter and Remus along the way.

"Prongs," Remus called, "Where is [Name]?"

"She's going with her friends on the train, we'll probably only see each other at Hogwarts" James replies, a little sullenly. "Pads?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember dad's jokes? My mom always laughs"

"Prongs, no" knowing Monty's jokes, and his friend, Remus intervenes, knowing Sirius would probably only encourage it.

"Moons, if my mother, a woman, likes my father's jokes, [Name] would like them too, and me more, right??" Remus and Peter looked at each other.

"Go and get your girl with the jokes, Prongsie!!" Sirius puts his arm around James's shoulders.

"This is going to be a catastrophe" Peter said, shaking his head and Remus just sighed.

———☆———

LATER, at Hogwarts, all the students sit in the main hall, the new students being sorted. This year, so far, most of them have been sorted into Ravenclaw, some Hufflepuffs, some Gryffindors and a few Slytherins.

At the "marauders table", you sat next to James, across from Remus.

“Princess” James looked at you. Trying to remember his dad jokes.

“Jamie” you look at him, maintaining loving eye contact, James’ eyes looked nervous, almost restless, but confident.

"Do you know what you call a can opener that doesn't work?" he tried to copy his father's tone and phrase.

"Um, no?" You furrow your eyebrows, how a can opener doesn't work at all?

"A can't opener" James started laughing again, really looking like he said the funniest thing in the world. Sirius laughed too.

These man's are not normal.

Remus taps his forehead, sighing and shaking his head while Peter grimaces but smiles a little.

James looks at you expectantly, to which you smile widely, but not at the joke itself.

"Did you like it?" his eyes used to shine, James never stopped smiling, his smile bright and full of teeth.

"Yes, I liked it" you smile, not wanting to ruin his happiness, if it's something he likes, you like it too.

James smiles even more, if that were possible and lets out a dreamy sigh, relaxing his shoulders, "my dad usually tells my mom these jokes. They invited you to spend the next vacation there" James takes your hand "you will, right?"

You shake his hand, "of course, if you want me there that much" he kisses your hand.

"Prongs, why don't you tell the one about the dog?" Sirius slams his hand on the table, grinning like a madman. Remus hits him on the head, whispering "stop", Peter chuckles, as Sirius looks at him with his normal drama.

"Ahh yes!! That one is really good" James laughs "Get ready" he clears his throat, you look at Remus with wide eyes, whatever was coming wasn't good. "Oh, what do you call a magical dog?"

Remus shakes his head furiously at you, but James looked so cute that you couldn't resist asking "how?"

"A Labracadabrador" James laughs madly, bringing tears to his eyes, Sirius laughs just as much. Peter laughs a little too, but not as much as Sirius and James. You and Remus looked at each other.

You look at James, he looked so adorable laughing and actually thinking the jokes are good and you can't help but smile sweetly at him.

"Oh" James gasps "I have another one! Calm down" he takes a deep breath. "Why don't koalas count as bears? Because they don't have the right koalifications" and James bursts into laughter again, Sirius along with him and this time Peter too.

And you can only look at your boyfriend, how sweet he looks right now. James tells another joke, but you don't even hear it, you just look at him, smiling endlessly.

For a moment you even think that it would be impossible for him to actually find the jokes funny, but then you remember: it's James, your playful boyfriend who loves to laugh and especially make others laugh, who he loves to laugh.

So you laugh, not at the joke, but for James. And Remus laughs, for Sirius.

Your little family, full of love, laughter and affection. Your real family, real home. Where you should always be.

And then you understand, as Sirius and Remus also understood, after fighting so hard, that family Isn't blood. Family is your home and you have finally found it.

Your little family.

Your little home.

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[summerclementine27]

Meet Me in The Hallway🌷pt. 1

summary: Mr. Styles has possibly interested Y/N more than his literature classes and she finds herself pining for him over the months.

pairings: professor!harry, student!reader

warnings: small age difference, mentions of smut

word count: 4.7k

note: i wanted to make this one part but it will be too long so there will have to be a part 2

part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/summerclementine27/757559698881986560/meet-me-in-the-hallway-pt2

Tender days of mid-October

As I took my seat in the large lecture hall, a sense of anticipation loomed over me. Today, Mr. Styles was giving us the results of the last literature and theory criticism coursework I had handed in the previous week. This was my third class with him, one of two this school year, the other being Contemporary Literature. Last year, he taught me Introduction to Literature, a mandatory class for my degree. Though I dreaded it at first due to his choice of reading list, I ended up falling in love with the course because of the way he taught it. Some works I initially criticized him for choosing, he ended up using as examples and critiqued them himself, like "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin. Plus, it helped that he was impossibly handsome with his tall frame, tousled brown hair, and piercing green eyes.

When my friends noticed how much I liked his class, they were unfazed. However, as I became somewhat of a teacher’s pet in a class rudimentary compared to the others I took this year—such as Feminism and Literature, Historical Narratives in Fiction, and Postcolonial Literary Criticism—they realized that maybe the tall, green-eyed man was what had really piqued my interest, not discussing "Middlemarch" for four classes.

On days when I had his class, I dressed extra nicely, sometimes even daring to pair a clean collared shirt with a shorter-than-usual skirt. One time, I even left my wool trench coat on during the first period and stood up from my auditorium seat to take it off. Sitting in the back, the rows of chairs likely covered the lower part of my body, but I was sure the space between my long boots and short skirt was visible from his vantage point. Surely, my abrupt standing would grab his attention. What I didn’t anticipate was him pausing in the middle of a long train of thought to stare, then quickly catching himself and stuttering before continuing seamlessly as I knew he would. My friend Anika, seated in one of the front rows, noticed and turned to see what had caught his attention. To her dismay, I was playing games with someone totally unattainable again. But she knew I thrived on academic validation, and this little crush of mine would only drive me to excel in more classes.

"Are you serious, Y/N? He's our professor." she exclaimed once.

"I know, but he's just... different."

"Different? Or is it the way he looks at you when you answer a question?"

"Maybe both. Besides, this crush is making me work harder. You can't argue with the results."

"Just be careful. I don't want you getting hurt."

In fact, it drove me to do more than that. One time, Mr. Styles noticed my passion for poetry after I shamelessly defended the works of Sylvia Plath with a controversial view that modern poetry should not shy away from the stark realities of mental health. He gave me a few poetry anthologies and compilations, including his annotated copies. I fawned over reading his notes and even emailed him once, pretending that I had "accidentally" annotated something, forgetting it wasn’t my own copy after losing myself in the literature. He replied kindly:

Mr. Styles: "Please, feel free to annotate as much as you like. I would be honored to have your opinions inked on my favorite copies."

By the next semester, after encouraging me to join the poetry society, Mr. Styles nominated me for president, and I was thrilled to win. He insisted on celebrating, gently grasping my upper arm and smiling warmly as he said he expected nothing less. I brought a bottle of wine to his office, where he had asked me to meet him, only to find the entire poetry society there, ready to congratulate me. The gathering lingered for a few delightful hours before everyone left, leaving just the two of us to clean up.

"You really impressed everyone tonight, Y/N. Not that I'm surprised." He began once we were truly all alone.

"Thank you, Mr. Styles. I couldn't have done it without your support."

"Well, you deserve it. By the way, outside of class and school hours, you can call me Harry." He said in his thick Manchester accent.

"Only if you stop calling me Ms. Y/L/N." I joked.

"Hey! I only do that sometimes. Plus, I can't call out to you in class like, 'Y/N, will you read the next slide?' People will think..."

"...think I’m the teacher’s favorite?" I finished his sentence with a teasing smile.

I couldn’t take the lingering stares and supposedly accidental touches we were both guilty of. But I knew that if I really wanted this, if I wanted to be more than just a student he regretted being tempted by when I graduated, then I had to play the long game.

And indeed I did. I kept up my habit of always showing up well-dressed in elegant coats and well-fitting clothing. I accentuated my features with a light coat of makeup, even if I had to apply it on a bumpy bus ride to campus. I even signed up for his office hours, despite really not needing them, just to exchange thoughts and opinions under the guise of “wanting to make sure I'm on the right track.” I wanted him to get to know me more, to realize that despite my youth, I was mature and thoughtful.

At the start of the second year, he emailed me to come to campus a few times in August, a month before the start of term, to discuss my responsibilities as the founder of the debate team. The idea sparked in his mind after I excelled in the heated debate he chose to hold as our first-year final assessment. He was so in awe that he went as far as saying I could compete at a national level on the English debate team, which neither of us was certain of, but I accepted the compliment.

Our earlier meetings were spent cooped up in his office, reviewing why the last debate team failed almost a decade ago and planning the structure for the new team. We discussed everything from team dynamics to potential debate topics, ensuring we were prepared for any challenge.

On one of the hotter days in August, we took our meeting to the university courtyard, having grown tired of experiencing the last bursts of England’s so-called summer from his office window. It was a beautiful window, and a big one at that, but it didn’t compare to actually being outside. That day, I realized the majority of planning for the next few months had already been accomplished in our first few meetings, and I got the hint that he didn’t actually need my help now that I had settled everything I could that wasn’t on an administrative level. So naturally, I decided to have a little fun.

I was wearing penny loafers with black tailored pants that I got fitted for when I visited my mum in London in July. I had paired them with a light knit sweater that fit slightly loosely over my shoulders, often falling down to reveal a collarbone. When I saw him take off his blazer and loosen his tie, I took that as my green light to take off something of my own, knowing I was wearing a neat white tank top underneath. As I slipped the sweater off, covering my face with the fabric, I could see his face through the thin material, making out his features and briefly noticing his eyes on my body. Sitting up straight, I managed to remove the sweater from over my head neatly. Once he saw my face, a soft blush made it to his own.

"Did I mess up my hair?" I asked, as if I hadn’t planned on brushing down the strands that had likely gone astray or as if I was oblivious to the fact that I had just taken off my sweater in front of him.

"Um, yeah, a bit at the top," he said, chuckling as if he wasn’t just clearing his throat in a flustered manner before my face was revealed from under the sweater.

To my surprise, he reached out, inching himself closer to where I was sitting on the bench we shared. With two fingers, his index and middle, he gently brushed down the messy hair on either side of the top of my head.

"Thank you, Harry," I said softly.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what would happen later this year.

As the class settled down to receive their marks on the literature and theory criticism coursework, Mr. Styles walked in, dressed in a well-fitted navy suit with a crisp white shirt. He took off his coat and placed it on the edge of his desk, a departure from his usual habit of draping it over the back of his chair. He wasted no time before pulling out the papers from his leather satchel and making his way down the aisles of the lecture hall, passing out the papers to everyone. When he read out my name, I watched as his eyes searched for me across the hall, darting from one side of the room to the other. It was unlike me to skip his class, so he knew all he had to do was find me. I hadn’t planned this specific event, but I enjoyed it, nonetheless. Once he found me, he smiled sheepishly, yet much more subtly than he did when we were alone and made his way to me.

"Excellent work, Y/L/N," he said as he gently placed the papers on my desk. "I especially appreciate the effort of handwriting this," he remarked, although everyone knew he didn’t care if papers were written by hand or typed on a computer.

I had deliberately written my paper by hand after he replied to an email of mine. I had thanked him for letting me borrow his books, and his response was a charming note saying he’d enjoyed reading my annotations and adored my handwriting. For once, I was glad that my all-girls school had emphasized cursive writing, as I used it to add a romantic touch to my work.

When I finally read his comments and feedback, I was met with admiration and praise. In one of the margins, he had written, “Your insights are so compelling, it’s impossible not to fall in love with your analysis.” On the final page, at the bottom, he had added, “It’s a privilege to be your professor. Your brilliance shines so brightly that it’s clear this paper is a testament to your exceptional talent.”

Often times I worried that there actually was something going on between us, and that his praise and charming were remarks were not that of a proud professor, but of an infatuated man instead. So that day, I decided to address it.

As the lecture drew to a close, I lingered in my seat, carefully packing up my belongings with deliberate slowness. The classroom slowly emptied, the murmur of students’ conversations fading into the background as they made their way out. I wanted to be alone with Mr. Styles, to discuss something that had been weighing on my mind. By the time I made my way down the row of seats to his desk, the room was empty except for the two of us.

“Mr. Styles,” I began hesitantly, catching his eye as he gathered his papers. “I was hoping to ask you something.”

He looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Of course, go ahead. I’m actually glad you stayed behind. There’s something I’d like to ask you as well.”

A sudden rush of anxiety gripped me. The possibility of crossing a line—whether I had done so with my subtle flirtations or if he were about to make a move that could alter our dynamic—was almost too much to bear.

My fantasies of him flashed through my mind. I had dreamt of intimate moments with him like kissing him, waking up in his bed, or better yet, on the couch in his office after a late romantic night together. I had once pictured us sitting on the floor around his small coffee table as we did one time when they ordered takeout during one of our August meetings except this time I would slip my shoes off casually and find a way to stroke my foot, clothed thin leggings, against his leg, looking at him with doe eyes as I dare to not so innocently asks if he ever thought about me sexually.

Hell, I even pictured him going down on me after laying me on his desk and even touched myself to the idea of riding him while he sat on his office chair. I would sneak into the small space between him and his desk and shut off his laptop while he graded my papers, cockily saying “We already know I got an A” – despite my crippling self-doubt without tangible affirmation – as I sit on his lap. In this fantasy he would laugh at my remark and gladly embrace me with a hand on my ass, the other intertwined among thick locks of my long hair, messing it up as I teasingly kiss him, ever so aware of the friction I’m creating between our crotches.

But still, to think that he would propose something to me in that moment, sexual or romantic, casually after class as if I haven’t been pining for two Octobers made me incredibly nervous.

I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice as I met his gaze. “Mr. Styles, well, first of all this has nothing to do with the actual course itself, maybe a bit but...” I trailed off “It’s... it’s been on my mind for a while.”

He raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his expression. “Sure, go ahead. I’m happy to answer anything.” He smiled shyly to comfort me.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I prepared to voice my concerns. “Do you think that maybe my behavior in class, my enthusiasm, or even my approach to your feedback has influenced you to… um… maybe to favor me? Over other students I mean.” I began nervously, desperately searching for an expression on his blank face.

“Maybe sometimes I get a little excited and forget that you are my professor and not my friend or something, I think I may have overstepped my boundaries but… but you treat me as an equal which, by the way, I have always greatly appreciated. I mean, it has offered me an opportunity to grow as a student like no other, but I still worry…”I trailed off, now a stern look evident on his face and possibly even hurt.

He paused for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as he considered my words. “I appreciate your honesty and self-awareness,” he said finally, his voice steady but soft. “It’s clear that you’re passionate and dedicated, and I value that. But it’s important to remember that I strive to maintain fairness in all my interactions with students.”

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. “I understand, Mr. Styles. I just want to make sure that if I take pride in these academic accomplishments… if I want to revel in the fact that I always receive praise from you and rarely any criticism – like todays feedback for example, which included no criticism, I want to make sure it is because I am worthy of it. And not because I won you over by involving myself in your extracurriculars or because we are… uh.. friendly.”

He looked at me with a reassuring smile, his gaze steady and sincere. “First of all, let me assure you that you are never inappropriate. The friendship we’ve developed is separate from our academic interactions. Outside of school hours, I call you by your first name to maintain that distinction. In the classroom, I evaluate you purely on your merit.”

He leaned forward slightly, his tone earnest. “The reason your feedback today contained no criticism is that your paper was truly flawless. If there had been any weaknesses or areas for improvement, I would have pointed them out without hesitation. I hold you in very high regard academically, and that respect extends to all aspects of your work. If I ever notice any shortcomings, I will address them so you have the opportunity to refine and grow.”

His expression softened, a touch of concern in his eyes. “The only issue I see here is that you are doubting yourself. Your achievements and the praise you receive are well-deserved. You have a remarkable ability, and I believe in your potential. My only hope is that you start to see in yourself what I see in you – a brilliant, dedicated student who deserves every bit of recognition they receive.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief and a renewed confidence. When I looked down at my lap I heard him continue:

“And of course I value the relationship we have fostered outside of class. Would I be the man I am today if you hadn’t introduced me to the wonders of Moroccan cuisine?” He tried to joke to ease the tension and unsurprisingly it worked as it earned him a soft chuckle of honest amusement.

“Theres the y/n I know and love” he bantered though I cant say my heart didn’t skip a beat at the mention of the word “love”.

“You know, there are many other cuisines you’re yet to try,” I said with a playful glint in my eye. “For someone who’s so well-traveled and cultured, it’s surprising how much you’ve missed out on when it comes to food.” I teased.

“Well, perhaps you’ll tell me all about it when we’re in Amsterdam for the debate competition,” he said with a smile, his eyes twinkling with genuine excitement.

I blinked, momentarily stunned. “Wait, what? You secured that for us?” My voice wavered slightly as my heart leaped with joy. “I can’t believe it! I’m so excited. This is incredible news!”

He chuckled, clearly pleased with my reaction. “I thought you’d like that. It’s an excellent opportunity, and I know how much you’ve been looking forward to it.”

I couldn’t help but beam, my excitement bubbling over. “This is amazing, truly. Thank you so much!” I stepped closer, touched by his thoughtfulness and dedication.

As I reached out, our hands brushed briefly, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver through me. His gaze softened, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m just glad we get to share this experience together,” he said softly.

The moment felt charged, filled with unspoken words and mutual appreciation. I nodded, my heart full of gratitude and warmth. “Me too,” I murmured, feeling the depth of our connection more than ever before.

Time jump – December is getting ready for Christmas.

As we stepped into the hotel lobby, the excitement was palpable among the debate team. Amsterdam was already charming me, even though I’d only glimpsed it through the bus window. The streets were lined with picturesque canals and quaint buildings, each one more enchanting than the last. I couldn’t help but talk animatedly about how I’d dreamed of visiting the Netherlands ever since my father told me stories about the blooming flower fields when I was a child.

Harry, who had been sitting beside me on the bus, watched with a fond smile. “You really seem to love the city,” he said. “Maybe we could find a couple of free days between the training and the competition to visit the flower fields.”

My eyes widened in delight. “Really? That would be incredible. But managing a whole field trip with the debate team might be a bit complicated.”

He grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Well, we could go alone. Just you and me. A little escape from the team.” He added. “We could explore some other things too if we’d like.”

The thought of spending time alone with him, wandering through a sea of flowers, made my heart race. I felt a warm blush creep up my cheeks. “That sounds amazing. I’d love that.”

When we checked into the hotel and were given our room keys, Anika, my vice president, and I realized that Harry and I had rooms on a separate floor. In fact, they were deluxe rooms though him and I booked standard rooms for everyone when we went over the budget. Anika seemed particularly perplexed by this.

“Why did you get such a nice room and I didn’t?” Anika questioned, her tone tinged with curiosity as she approached me in the lobby.

I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “Maybe Mr. Styles thought I needed a little extra comfort. You know, as president” I joked, not really sure if that was the case. “Besides, he probably just had to make decisions based on what was available.” I found myself lying, knowing I was curious myself.”

Anika raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe he’s using the budget money to splurge on you. I’ve noticed you two have become quite friendly. Could it be that he has a thing for you?” she teased, knowing I have spent months pining and flirting.

I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t think so, Anika. We’re friends, and that’s all it is. I don’t think he feels anything else.” I said, confidant of my words for the first time in this conversation. “Plus, you are the only person other than me and Harry that got her own room. Others are sharing and you likely have a king bed all to yourself.”

“Harry? Is that his name now?” she smirked. “I guess you forgot to tell me you are on a first name basis. Are you holding out on me Y/L/N?” she joked though she was never oblivious to the fact that you kept some encounters with Harry to yourself, as if it would fuel the fantasy somehow.

I raised an eyebrow and gave her a playful grin. “Oh, come on. You have to admit everyone in the poetry society calls him that when we are outside the university.” I said, knowing that it was only one guy who was a family friend of Harry’s who got the honor.

She chuckled, but there was a hint of curiosity in her gaze. “Right. But you can’t deny there’s something a bit… special about how you two interact. Just saying.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m not holding my breath for anything more on this trip. We’re here for the debate, remember? That’s the focus. But if anything happens later…” I shrugged playfully as she returned my knowing smile.

“Fair enough. Just keep your eyes open anyway, okay? Sometimes things happen when you least expect them to.”

I heard Harry calling my name from the end of the hall. I turned around to see him walking towards me with a thoughtful expression.

“Hey, do you still want to gather the debate team for a brief practice session before the afternoon debate?” he asked, his tone carrying a hint of concern.

I shook my head, smiling. “No, no need. You were right; they need a break. Plus, everyone has their notecards and seems prepared.”

Harry nodded, his smile relaxing into a satisfied grin. “Alright then. Let’s head to the elevator; it’ll be a bit quieter now anyway.”

We walked to the elevator together, and once inside, he pressed the button for my floor. The confined space seemed to amplify the gentle hum of the elevator, making it feel intimate.

Harry glanced at me with a soft smile, his eyes lingering a moment longer than usual. “Your hair looks different today. Did you do something special with it?” he asked, his voice carrying a playful undertone.

I felt a tinge of embarrassment, my cheeks warming slightly. “I just blow-dried it differently since I was in a rush this morning,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Harry’s smile grew, his eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and something else I couldn’t quite place. “Well, it looks beautiful. I wouldn’t have guessed it was rushed.”

His compliment made my heart flutter, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Harry. That makes me feel a lot better about this hectic morning” I tried to divert the conversation, feeling nervous at his focus on me.

“Yeah, well, at least you have matching socks,” he joked, and before I could ask him what the hell he was talking about, he lifted his foot, revealing his own mismatched socks with a playful grin.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You and your accidental fashion choices,” I said, shaking my head with a smile, remembering that time I complimented his shoes only to find out he ordered the wrong ones online and couldn’t get them returned. He looked handsome in them anyway, I had told him.

He shrugged, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “What can I say? I like to keep things interesting. And besides, it’s a good thing someone’s got their fashion game on point around here.” He said, brushing off the fact that it was a rushed accident.

I playfully nudged him. “Well, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment. And for the record, I do have matching socks today, just in case you were wondering.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he looked at me, a warmth in his gaze that made my heart flutter. “Well, I must say, your socks are a lot less distracting than mine.”

I chuckled, feeling the tension between us ease into something more comfortable and light-hearted.

As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open to my floor, Harry didn’t make a move to exit. Instead, he turned to me with a charming grin, his eyes sparkling with warmth. “Let me walk you to your room. It’s the least I can do. After all, it’s not every day I get to be a gentleman,” he said, completely ignoring the fact that his room was directly across from the elevator.

I laughed softly, touched by his thoughtfulness. “You’re too kind, Harry. It’s just down the hall here,” I said, gesturing toward my door, which was a short distance away from his.

As we walked together down the hallway, the atmosphere felt lighter, filled with a quiet, pleasant tension. Harry’s presence beside me was comforting, and I found myself appreciating the little things—like how he occasionally glanced my way, as if trying to make the moment last just a bit longer.

When we reached my door, Harry reached out and brushed his hand lightly against mine as he opened the door for me. “Even so, a little extra time with you—well, when else can I talk about my accidental shenanigans and have someone listen intently?” His voice was low and warm, and his gaze lingered on me with an intensity that sent a thrill down my spine.

I felt a flutter in my chest at his words but remained blissfully unaware of the deeper implications behind his gaze. “Well,” I said, smiling as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. “Thanks for walking me. It’s always nice to have a bit of company, especially when the company is as pleasant as yours.”

Harry’s smile grew softer, and he took a step back, still holding my gaze. “Anytime, y/n. I’ll see you in a few hours. Get some rest.

“You too, Harry.” I said as he walked back to his own room.

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PART TWO IS NOW UP 🌷🌷

[arc-misadventures]

Burdens of an Unwanted Legacy

"So, why are you dragging me to the training halls, Raven?

"Because I wanted you to practice on your swordsmanship."

"I'd assume as much, but if you wanted me to do some training, then where is your blade, Raven?"

While, Jaune may be dressed in his exercise clothes, he was still armed with, Crocea Mors upon his hip. And, while, Raven may have also been dressed in simple exercise attire as well, her dreaded blade, Omen was nowhere to be seen.

"Ahh, well you're not going to be practicing with me today. No, we have a special guest here today. So, I thought it would be good if you got some time to practice your blade with someone else."

"Hmmm... that is a viable reasoning."

"Plus her beating you up a bit would be a good way to relieve some tension..."

"And, there it is... typical" Jaune had earned the moniker of, 'Punching Bag' by his fellow students, and teachers on account of his high, Aura reserves. This resulted in him having to fight many of his peers for extended periods of time for several reasons.

Those reasonings being endurance training, to testing the limits of an individuals semblance; This either being the impacts that this semblance would have on an individual, or the extent of possible damages one could expect to impact if ones semblance was allowed to extend to it's maximum capabilities.

While, Jaune could understand the reasoning behind such practices, and even encouraged many aspiring trainee to unleash the full effects of their semblances on him, It did not mean he enjoyed it.

"Haa... Am I testing someone's semblance, or am I really just the punching bag for them today."

"Don't worry, they won't be using their semblance. Just some honest training bouts with a sword to relieve some accumulating stress they've been dealing with lately."

"Stress? I take it that this isn't something that our usual meditation lessons couldn't deal with then?"

As a means to help, Spartans combat the, Grimm; Spartan Trainee's were sent through several rigorous training regimens to strengthen their mental fortitude, and more often learn to control their emotions. Often leading to many, Spartans to be seen as emotionless killing machines by the common folk.

"Uhh... no. It's civilian related." Raven visibly winced as she spoke the word: Civilian. Bar dealing with, Tai, Raven didn't have much patience when it comes to dealing with civilians.

In fact: Most, Spartans didn't like dealing with civilians so much so, that before trainee's became, Spartan's they were placed in new mental fortitude class. A class solely meant to help dealing with civilian antics, and behavior. Honestly, Jaune along with many other, Spartans didn't think that these classes were all that effective. Necessary yes, effective no so much.

"I take it that the punching bag method didn't help them?" The punching bag method was relatively simple stress relief: Get a photo of the civilians face who has been giving you shit, put it on a punching bag, and beat the ever loving shit out of it.

Many civilians found this method to be a totally barbaric practice, and that should be done away with imminently. Something that the high ranking, Spartan officers made fully well know that they fully supported this incentives. However, this was merely lip service that the higher ups gave to the civilian officials who made the complaints about it. Considering, Jaune had seen the faces of those same civilian officials on multiple punching bags before, and that his commanding officers themselves were the ones to ripe them to shreds.

"No. She's been dealing with too much stress because of this particular civilian. It's more likely that she'd turn the civilian into a punching bag at this rate." Raven chuckled nervously as they entered the training hall.

"She? Who is this, Spartan I'll be sparing with then?"

"Well..." Raven pointed her hand outward, and Jaune knew fully well who she was having him spar with today. This lady didn't need to introduce herself, Jaune knew fully well who he was dealing with the second he saw that silver white hair. And, upon seeing her, silver white hair, Jaune gave the only appropriate response anyone could fathomably conceive.

"Ahh... shit."

Among the, Spartans everyone knew who the lady with the hair as white as snow was. She was a rarity among rarities. For she was, Winter Schnee, S Rank, Spartan.

A Spartans overall end rank was determined by an individuals level skill, Aura levels, and the combat applicability of their unique individual semblance in combat scenarios. A circumstance with begged the question; if an individual, Spartan that had truly impressive levels of, Aura, and a truly effective combat applicable semblance. Would there rank stop at, A Class?

This question, and rare existence swiftly lead to the creation of the seventh rank that only a rare, and selected few, Spartans could dream to acquire. Given to those only with both vast aura reserves, and especially powerful semblances.

S Class.

The numbers of, Spartans who had reached the rank of, S Class were enough to be counted on one hand. Because of their rarity they had unprecedented influence both within, and outside the, Spartan Academies.

Influence that many unscrupulous characters from the outside of the, Academies often wished to capitalize on.

"Winter Schnee... Are you trying to get me killed, Raven?!"

"Yes." A smirked rose across her face, as Jaune recoiled in fake shock at the teasing remarks of his friend, and mentor.

"What did I do to deserve this?!" He feigned mock shock at her playful accusation.

"You forced me to reconnect with my past lover!" Raven lean down, and leered down at the young man.

"And, what is wrong with that?"

"Nothing, it's nice to reconnect with him. I'm meeting him, and his wife for dinner this weekend." Raven, straightened her back, and looked away from him, trying to hid the faint blush across her face.

"Oh, Tai got married? I wonder how that came about."

"I don't know, I'll ask them when I see them this weekend, and I'll let you know."

"Thank you. Did you catch her name by any chance?"

"I think her name was... Summer Rose? Yeah, Summer Rose." It took, Raven a moment to catch the name that was caught on the tip of her tongue. But, as she said it, Jaune couldn't help, but raise an inquisitive eyebrow as he heard that name.

"Rose? Hmmm... do you think she has any relation to that gun nut in the armoury?"

Raven's eyes blinked in contemplation as she heard the mention of, Beacon Academy's resident gun nut armourer.

"Hmmm... Maybe... why don't we ask...?"

"Hey!"

The duos musing was interrupted as they saw the, S Class Spartan, Winter Schnee walk towards them.

"Hey, Raven."

"Winter..." The duo clasped their hands together in a greeting before breaking apart. "Sorry, I didn't call out to you sooner; my friend, and i were lost in our own discussion."

"That is alright. So, is this my sparring partner?" Winter turned to face, Jaune. She gave him the once over, no doubt evaluating him. Jaune gazed at her in turn, evaluating her in the process.

Jaune knew full well how effective of a warrior every, S Class Spartan was. He knew full, and well how effective of a warrior, Winter Schnee was. He knew fully well, and good that if they fought in a duel with, and Winter was using her semblance, she would wipe the floor with him. Without her semblance though, he'd give himself a thirty five out of a hundred to win.

"B Class Spartan, Jaune Arc, Sir!" Jaune threw up a salute to the woman out of respect, she quickly returned the salute in kind.

"B Class? You look rather young for a, B Class."

"I have higher then average levels of, Aura. Because of that, they made me a, B Class when I graduated." Jaune had been asked this question many times before, his ranking often made sense to his fellow, Spartans. But, his experience's when it came to his rank, and aura levels when it came to dealing with civilians was often unpleasant.

"Ahh, I had a similar experience; I was promoted to A Class when I graduated because of my semblance's capabilities."

"A Class? Seems a bit too fast to graduate from a trainee to an, A Class Spartan in my opinion." Winter nodded her head as she agreed with his statement before she continued her story.

"I agree, but due to my semblances unique abilities, and some... backroom politics I was promoted to, A Class. However, I never acted like I was an, A Class until I had a few more years of experience under my belt."

"I understand that, I'm still acting like I'm a, C Class myself. I've only been a, B Class for little over a year now. I still don't feel like one yet. Now then, enough small talk; You asked for a duel with the 'Punching Bag.' Shall we begin?"

"The punching bag? I thought you said I would be fighting a person, Raven, not an actual punching bag." Winter looked at, Raven, her brow furrowed in disappointment. Raven shook her head, as she waved the idea away.

"No no no. 'The Punching Bag,' not a punching bag."

"Hmm?"

"Jaune's, Aura is so vast that he is often used to help trainee's test the limits of their individuals semblance's. Because of this he earned the moniker of, 'The Punching Bag' around, Beacon Academy."

"Oh... my condolences." Jaune took, Winter's words in, and just waved them off.

"Think nothing of it. Considering the effects of many trainee's semblances, it is better if they could test their semblance in an controlled environment against an individual who can withstand their attacks."

"Hmmm..." Winter cupped her chin in thought as she registered his words. "That is sound logic. I could have used someone like that whilst I was training with my semblance."

"Hey, just because I think it's a good idea to train with people to help control their semblance's doesn't mean I like it!"

"Oh? But, it sounds so fun to toss you around with my semblance." Winter gave, Jaune challenging smirk that caused him to growl at her in turn.

"So you want to play then? Okay then..." Jaune walk out into the middle of the training hall, and pulled out his sword, and shield. He pointed his blade at her as he issued his challenge to her, that she was all too willing to reciprocate in kind. "Care to dance miss?"

"With pleasure~!"

[mell0wjello]

Hiya! Sorry, this is my first time requesting something, so sorry if it's not right or anything! ':)

BUT! I saw that your requests were open, and I like your vibe, soooo I have a request, of how the Octatrio (separately, together, whatever floats your boat!) would react to an s/o who's asexual :0

WAHHH TYSMM ! I was actually already thinking about an ace s/o with Floyd so this is perfect <3

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𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

Throughout the school year, Azul and you had grown quite close. What started out as a healthy competition between two hard-working students developed into a genuine friendship somewhere down the line. You developed a strong trust bond with each other, becoming the first person either of you went to for help first.

Azul noticed that today you were especially fidgety and nervous. You were picking at your nails and your eyes darted from place to place. Of course, he worried for you. He asked you to see him after school at his office in Mostro Lounge just to make sure you were ok.

The afternoon rolled by, and you came into his familiar workspace, still visibly off. You took a seat in one of the chairs, averting his gaze knowing damn well that he was seeing right through you.

Azul leaned forward and spoke in a concerned tone,

"Prefect, I can tell that something's wrong. You are clearly not feeling well. There's no point in hiding it from me, so why not just tell me?"

You sighed at the truth of his words. You looked up at the pure worry welled up in his eyes. Maybe it was for the best.

Slowly, you began

"Well... I'm worried about what others would think about me."

Azul raised his eyebrow.

"Others? It's quite unlike you to think that way. Did something happen?" Azul questioned

"The thing is... I think I'm Asexual." You said quietly

"I'm just worried about what others would think about me if they learned that. I already stand out so much because of my background, and to come out like that..."

You sighed into your hands

"I mean, will people accept me, or will they change their attitude towards me? I don't know..."

You felt Azul's hand on your shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. You looked up from your own to see he was now kneeling at eye level in front of you.

"Prefect, there's no shame in being that way." Azul spoke soothingly

"Nothing about who you are and were as a person has changed. You're still NRC's prefect. People should treat you the same way they always have."

You smiled at his comforting words. Your reaction encouraged Azul to continue

"To me, Prefect, whether you are a merman, human, or fae, you are still my closest friend. Through thick and thin, it's still you. Nothing will change that."

You leaned in to give Azul a hug. Azul quietly gasped in surprise. This was a first. But nonetheless, he put his arms on your back as well.

"Thank you so much Azul" You smiled into the hug.

"Of course, Prefect"

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𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Ever since attending your first class, the tweels have been stuck on you like a tattoo. Everywhere the prefect went, the tweels were sure to follow. And soon enough, the prefect was there anywhere the tweels went too.

The three of you sit around each other in class. Floyd would hardly pay attention, but at least you and Jade were somewhat more responsible than him.

As you arrived at Trein's classroom you set your backpack on the table, the tweels noticing something they hadn't before

Among others, their attention turned towards a purple and monochromatic pin on the front. Floyd tapped your shoulder, but your attention was still on the classwork you had been assigned. Floyd raised two fingers at your head and flicked them, successfully getting you to cock your head towards him.

"What's this flag on your backpack, Shrimpy? Does it mean something?"

Jade, who observed the entire thing go down, chimed in,

"I was asking myself the same thing. I believe I've seen it somewhere before."

Your face softened at the question and you replied to the curious eels,

"Oh, yeah. It's the Asexual flag. I'm Ace."

Jade nodded, remembering where else he'd seen the distinct colors. Floyd, however, was a little confused. He thought for a moment before his eyes widened.

"Ohhhhh. So, you're like a Starfish!" He said in amusement.

You snorted at and Jade chuckled at Floyd's comparison.

"Not quite, Floyd. But I suppose that isn't too far off." Jade murmured.

"Hmm. Should I call you Starfish instead of Shrimpy then?" Floyd asked you

He didn't wait for your response before humming,

"Yup! You're gonna be Starfish now"

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hello, I really enjoy your bungo self aware series. It has really helped me cope with everything. I was not sure where to put it and I was afraid to request. Because I sent one in your messages. About the port mafia flags taking care of the reader that experiences painful flashbacks from ptsd. To the point where it's hard for them to function with basic things. And goes into their head that they could've done this or that to prevent further harm and scrutiny.

Few words

Self-Aware! Platonic! Flags x Fem! Teen! Reader

Description: Few words made your mind wonder. Flags are here to make sure, that you are fine.

Warning: English is my second language. Mentions of abuse and scumming.

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You have been feeling groggy since morning. While, you don't have nightmares that night, the dream you had was unpleasant. It worsens your mood quite a bit. You tried to keep a smile on your face, but others quickly saw through your efforts.

The moment you sat down at the dinner table, Chuuya put a plate with double portion of a breakfast, Albatross was telling jokes, while driving you and BSD Teens and Kids at school, and during lunch break, Teruko was telling stories about Hunting Dogs missions, that you liked so much.

You could swear, that you started feeling better. You were sure, that at the evening you won't feel the shroud of morning sadness.

Well, as Fyodor liked to say "Не говори гоп, пока не перепрыгнешь"(1)

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Today you supposed to go home early. Your class won a competition, and, as reward, you got a short day. Just few minutes before you can go home. Just last few encouraging words from your teacher.

"I never doubted you. After all, students from our school supposed to be perfect!" smile on their face was genuine. They believed, in what they were saying.

"Enjoy your weekends, kids! And, don't tell anyone, that I let you go earlier. It will be our little secret."

Your classmates started to pack their bags. You, on the other hand, froze.

'supposed to be perfect' 'don't tell anyone' 'little secret'

...this word...

"[Y/N], are you okay?" Karma looked concerned. "You have been staring before you, hardly blinking."

You nodded, and quickly put textbooks in your bag.

"We... we should go."

You mumble. You want to go home. You need to focus on going home. On today.

You, Karma and the rest of your housemates/friends/siblings leave the school.

You, Karma and the rest of your housemates/friends/siblings get into the van, saying 'hello' to Albatross, who was driving today.

You tried to focus on current moment.

But 'supposed to be perfect' and 'don't tell anyone' echoed in your head.

And you were silent all the way home.

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Albatross can't help, but sneaking glances at you in the back view mirror.

You were quiet. Your gaze was dull. You looked tense. You looked much worse, than you looked in the morning.

And Albatross knew, what was going on with you.

He and others should prepare.

He managed to send a message to the rest of the Flags, when van got in a small traffic jam.

Today you will need them.

And you will need to be reminded, that you are safe.

And that you are loved.

He and the rest of BSD Cast loved you. You were their daughter/granddaughter/niece/sister.

He and the rest of BSD Cast were neutral about other people.

He and the rest of BSD Cast despised that creatures, that did that to you.

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When you came home, you ignored others and immediately get into your room. You wanted to lay down, to spend some time alone.

Until that annoying echoes of 'supposed to be perfect' and 'don't tell anyone' stop ringing in your ears.

Meanwhile, Flags was preparing. They brought everything they need and were waiting outside your room.

They value your privacy. Sometimes, you need just some solitude and silence.

But they can't let you be always alone. When you were like this, you tend to ignore yourself. Skipped breakfast, lunches, do half job in brushing your hair or teeth. You need people, who took care of you and supports you.

Doing the job, that they failed to do. Who willingly choose to abandon their work.

And, while you have your doubts, you were s strong person. Flags knew that.

But, even strongest people need help. Need love. Need cheering up.

But, for now, they will wait.

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You didn't get any sleep.

Your head hurts.

Your hair was a mess.

You slowly stand up from the bed. On stiff legs, you approached your dressing table. You plopped on the chair before it.

You grab hairbrush.

And looked in a mirror.

Messed up hair. Bags under eyes.

And yells of 'You were supposed to be perfect! Why can't you be a normal child?! Why are you so terrible?! Useless! Helpless!'

Your grip on the hairbrush was too strong, your knuckles became white.

sounds of hits rang in your ears

'You were supposed to braid your hair! It is not a braid!'

your scalp was on fire. with every tug of your hair, pain became stronger and stronger. they don't care, that you didn't know, how to do it. you were supposed to be perfect. perfection supped to knew everything without people teaching them 'how'. perfection supposed to know better and not believe scammers. only perfect thing you can do was staying silent and not telling anyone about your home life. or you would face consequences.

You sobbed. And that sob let you return to reality.

You felt, that you weren't alone in the room.

But you can't focus on that someone.

You felt, like you were surrounded by a thick, hard as stone darkness. You tried to focus on something else. On a carpet under your feet, on a chair you were sitting on, on the air, that was surrounding you. On anything, that will freeze you, let you stay there, and not let your mind flow further down the memory river.

Yet, you can't focus on anything. It was hard. Extremely hard. But you tried again and again.

Something warm touched your hands, making you let go of the brush. Warm hands gave your palms another soft squeeze. After this soft gesture, the darkness moved back. Someone started making circling motions with his thumb, giving your hands a little massage. With every circle, darkness creeps away from you.

You finally could focus on the person, who was holding your hands. The sight of the familiar warm smile on Lippmann's face makes darkness moved back again.

"There, Dear, everything is fine. You are safe." Lippmann's voice was soft and warm. "Nothing bad will happen to you."

You continue staring at your hands, while Lippmann squeezed them again.

"You are safe. No one will ever hurt you." His words make you felt like you were covered with a warm blanket. Another pair of hands was put on the top of your head, and fingers started to go through your hair, untangling knots. Pianoman whispered, while gently untangling the knots.

"Let us take care of you, dear. Don't worry about anything, young lady."

You stay silent. You don't know what to say.

You saw Doc with the corner of your eye. He was pouring water from the bottle in a cup.

Soon, he stands next to Lippmann, holding a cup towards you. There was a straw in the cup.

"Here, drink this, [Y/N]" Doc's eyes were warm and full of concern.

You started to drink through the straw

Lippmann's hands were still squeezing yours.

Pianoman, who picked up the hairbrush from the floor, was now brushing your hair.

Doc was still holding the cup with one hand. He put a second hand on your shoulder.

"Here. Here. Don't rush. Small sips. Good. You are doing great. Now, breath in. Hold it. Breathe out. In. Hold it. Out. In. Hold. Out. You are doing great. You are doing great."

Water was drunken. Your breathing calmed down. You felt empty, but, at least, nothing was howling in your head and darkness wasn't circling around you.

The door of the ensuite bathroom opened. Iceman and Albatross stepped into the room.

"Bath is ready, [Y/N]. Do you want to take it now?"

You slowly nodded. Iceman asked the next question.

"Need help?" You shook your head. You were sure, that you can take a bath on your own.

Flags quickly left the room, giving you privacy. You took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

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Scented oils in the warm water, bubbles, a cup of your favorite beverage did a good job in making tension go away. You just focused on the scent and warmth, not thinking about anything.

After you finished with your bath, you put on your pajamas, a fluffy bathrobe, that Albatross put there earlier, put a towel over your wet hair, and return to your room.

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Flags wasn't done with taking care of you yet.

You were sitting on Iceman's lap with your legs in a big bowl full of warm water. Doc was kneeling before you, giving you a foot massage.

Lippmann and Pianoman were sitting on the floor, on the left from Doc, while Albatross was sitting on his right.

The room was silent. Until Albatross spoke.

"Hey, [Y/N], want to hear about the dream I had?" He waited until you nodded, and continue. "Let me tell you, I had a crazy dream last night! I was swimming in an ocean of orange soda!"

Albatross sighed, before grinning.

"Do bad, that it was just a Fanta sea."

You quietly huffed. You don't know if it was a good pun, or so bad it's good pun. Albatross continues.

"Also, earlier today, some aquatic mammals at the zoo escaped! It was otter chaos!"

You giggled. A small smile appeared on your face. Albatross, encouraged, continue telling you puns.

At the end, you and Albatross were laughing. When you two calmed down, you felt courage, that you need to speak.

"I... I am sorry for being a mess today. I am sorry for making you took care of me. I just... I just want someone to care..." You bit your lip. "If only I spoke sooner... You won't get such a mess that I am. I won't be a burden."

You didn't have a chance to react, before you got in a middle of a group hug.

"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. You are our dear niece. You are our family. You aren't a burden." Pianoman carefully pat your head.

"Don't be ashamed of your emotions. They are valid. You deserve to be heard. You deserve to be loved." Doc squeeze your right shoulder.

"Came to us even with the smallest things to ask for. We will take care of you." Albatross squeezed your right hand.

"We will move forward together. We will take as many small steps as you need and want. You won't be alone. You will never be on your own." Lippmann squeezed your left shoulder.

"You have power. You can choose. We will support you." Iceman carefully squeezed your left hand.

"We love you, our dear niece."

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You went to sleep with happy tears on your cheeks. You asked, and they listened. Flags stayed in your room. To make sure, that you don't have nightmares.

No matter what awaits their family, Flags were sure in one thing.

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All of them will be here for you.

(1)Rus. Idiom. Similar meaning to "don't halloo till you are out of the woods"

(2) Puns were found there

[twst-rose-prisms]

Twst boys and their respective Vocaloid songs

Part 2 of this post!

Characters: All NRC students Warning: Some of these songs contain angsty/dark themes or imply self-harm, however it's nothing too much as that's the nature of Vocaloid songs in general and I recommend you checking them out if you guys can!

Part 1 | Part 2

🕌 Scarabia 🕌

Kalim: Tondemo-Wonderz

This song is full of fun, excitement and upbeat, colorful beats that make you want to smile and dance along, just like the ball of sunshine Kalim he is! The song talks about embracing the unknown and excitement the world offers to us while also having fun, encouraging us to have faith in the wondrous possibilities, while also embracing the failure and mistakes with laughter and positivity. I’d say it’s a perfect song for Kalim, from the vibe to the lyrics!

“Even in this sort of era, We still believe in "wonders," no, no, no? Know! The adult's sharp, money-making memories Make us worry too much! I'm gonna go cross-eyed!” "Why?!" "Do it like this!!" I love everything! That's fine, isn’t it? In this plot to make everyone laugh I can call them rival monsters, right?! We live in a wild, awesome world.” “I reckon it's fine to have troubles you can't do a thing about! I make a pose like I'm gonna save everyone. How about this smile, it's not gonna crumble at all! Even if I fall 100 times, I'm like a phoenix. I won't get upset! Wan wan, too quick, three four! Everybody, showtime!” “Come on professor! This exam is so tough! Agh! Alright, done? Is it final? If I don't get 0 points, it's OK! Let's rain a shower of arrows on those true and false questions! Right and wrong answers are important memories." "There are days when I fail too. You still deny "wonders", no, no, no? Know! Before I'm taken to pieces, listen, wait! This slanted society is too on edge. Charge in, leap in, one more time! Are you ready?!”

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Jamil: Ghost City Tokyo

Like a ghost who is almost invisible to other’s eyes, Jamil used to do the same too, he always makes sure everything he does is at an average level so nobody will notice him. That’s why I picked this song for him, also because of the lyrics - he’s used to losing, to not be able to shine and stand out for the sake of others, and it’s not something he dreamt of at all. Also I think the city here can be interpreted as Scarabia too, because he still wants to be here despite everything that happened in Book 4.

“The lights of the brilliant shining city Shine down on me in stark contrast They mix with the neon colours changing and escaping from the spaces between those buildings" "I trade my time and this world And sink into the night” “It’s fine, someday it will all be fine How many days I’ve thought so, that have piled up on each other But even today, the me who fades into the Tokyo scenery all alone Seems like a ghost” “Even as I grow used to losing These important feelings that I haven't lost - When I held them close to myself, my tears fell suddenly Because I think I still want to Keep living in this city”

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👑 Pomefiore 👑

Vil: Cinema

This song is pretty self-explanatory with the lyrics, it’s like someone views their life as a movie, their story is like an unchanged script, yet they’re being satisfied with everything - they want to be the leading star, the protagonist of the movie. Being someone who always has to play the villain role, I picked this song for Vil because it just fits him so much with his backstory and his goal as a whole!

“A delusion of dawn Invaluable escapades and A misunderstood hero play-pretend Traffic's already jammed up now- Oh well, nothing I can do about that anyway” “No, it can't be this, not this. This is a bad fit for me I'm not suited for it- Should I quit it now, or— But that's not right, right! I wonder, when will I get to be The leading star of this show?” “We're not here yet, yet. This can't be the end, so If you're not suited for the role Then just rewrite the script! Look, for the most part, I'm sure it'll always just be me The leading star will only be me!” “The future I wanted to change has come. Whatever you like, however you like it, This is it. I made it here, all the way from the bottom. Just like a movie, this is my story.”

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Epel: Telecaster B-boy

A song talking about the struggle of growing up, trying to find one’s place in this vast world, the singer desires to be loved and appreciated but always gets misunderstood and underappreciated and also frustrated with society,  just like Epel himself. He hates being the stereotype, cliche thing. If you know his story and goal then this song is very fitting for him! Also the funky, youthful but somewhat fast beat and lyrics fit him very well too!

“The more I grow up DeDeDe The less I fit in, a vacant temple. The girl the life philosopher spoke to Turns into a bird … With just lip service PaPaPa I'll tie up my raggedy shoes … The boy whom a believer in digitization cursed Turns into wind …” “No matter how you look at it DeDeDe It's a stereo bias, sadistic The girl who sang like she was stung by a bee Turns into a flower... Even if you cover your ears PaPaPa Those guys' voices become loud The boy who got these words stabbed in his chest Turns back…” “In this world where I can't Even breathe for a bit Declaring a goodbye to reality Won't you just forgive us? We, the weak ones Let's meet up again somewhere”

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Rook: Liar Dance

Rook is a bit hard to find, but in my opinion this is the best song for him. It talks about a couple who both hide and lie to each other. But it also means that the singer’s POV is them knowing they’re a liar, a criminal just like other people. Rook himself is not an exception, he also lies and hides many things away even to his friends or someone like Vil. Also I think the lyrics fit him really well, with constant mention of love and lies many times throughout.

''Stolen? Just whatever do you mean?'' Feigning ignorance today as well Having made a vow, to you and you alone Declaring this loveless love of mine in front of you" "Stolen? Just whatever do you mean?" Committing myself to this performance, set lines and all Those memories we've desperately created and clung to, they blend together and feelings between us intensify” “Dance away liar This love has swelled up like a balloon let's turn it into a lie with the prick of a needle On the count of "I-love-you" “Dance away, liar It's too late to apologize We're already partners in this crime called "love" Who cares if there's no going back?”

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💀 Ignihyde 💀

Idia: All I Need are Things I Like

While there could be many other songs that fit Idia, I decided to pick this one because of the lyrics and overall meaning. The song talks about indulging solely into one’s interests and favorite thing everyday, almost every time without paying much attention to reality much at all. Even though the singer sounds happy and satisfied, they also sound lonely, deprived of energy and strength and also longing for actual companionship instead of coping up to the things that they like. It sounds like Idia himself after what happened to him and also his backstory!

"I don’t like weekdays, I like the weekend I don’t like work, I like going back to sleep It’s impossible to live on slacking like this My consciousness recedes" "I don’t like vegetables, I like hamburgers I don’t like barley tea, I like juice Don’t be sweet on me, but I like sweet tasting things My lifetime’s first page" "Only looking at things I like gradually my eyesight gets worse Only being filled with things I like gradually my mind gets duller" "I don’t like living things, I like machines I don’t like the real world, I like the virtual Your tastes were always biased deteriorating and ceasing to think" "Surrounded by the things I like I’ve become unforgiving to the things I don’t like Living only with the things I like I'm resented by someone, somewhere"

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Ortho: Near

This song is gentle, yet emotional and bittersweet, its meaning also fits Ortho and Idia + their relationship a lot if you take it into their backstory context too. At first, Ortho is just a robot that only acts according to how he was programmed but gradually, he starts acting outside his intended programming and learns his own sentience and emotions - just like the robot girl as the song progresses. Overall, I think this fits him a lot!

“Hey, Near. If I don't make fun of someone And if I won't be able to forgive myself How do you feel about This horrible person?" "Hey, Near. Watching other's strides Stepping out without a purpose How do you feel about this Dull person? Hey Near” “Hey, Near. I think living every day with a smile Is something natural How do you feel about This arrogant person?" "Things that do not take any form and cannot be predicted Will interfere with the calculation process" Even so" "Ah, I'll still continue to believe And ask you who doesn't have a heart Because your hand was So much warmer than mine”

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🐉 Diasomnia 🐉

Malleus: Hare wo Matsu

I feel like this song fits Malleus the most with how the lyrics constantly talk about one’s loneliness and about past’s memories. For Malleus, his biggest fear perhaps is his dearest, most cherished people leave his life, like Lilia - his guardian that raises him up ever since he’s still a little lizard or maybe even MC - his ever first friend that treats him so dearly despite his status or his fearful magic power unlike others who is afraid of him. Even the beat is also beautiful but sad, full of longing for your loved one when they leave - just like Malleus himself.

"I'm not getting tired of this morning, One that I've waited for. Very faintly, I'm laughing while appearing to be sorrowful, And wishing to completely forget you." "Because there's no end to this curse Of sleeplessness and the painful past. I'm singing a song in the morning glow, If only I could completely forget, it would end." "There's just one thing I can't yield, And still, without knowing the reason, I live, even now..." "Since I don't have a dream I want to protect, These are days with no answer, But that isn't kindness, isn't it?" "Look, since absolutely nothing hurts, It's alright," I say. Someday, when you'll be gone, ah~ Will I be living alone?”

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Lilia: Kanade Tomosu Sora 

I feel like this song fits Lilia the most in terms of the vibe, the lyrics that matched well with his backstory. This song, while sad, full of longing and reminiscent from the past yet it’s like a glimmer of hope somewhere in the deep, dark sea of sad memories. Lilia was the same too despite how we see him acting outwardly. He gives love to others, but he also needs love and hope. He went through events that could crush him easily and yet, he still stayed strong - for a whole 200+ years, for the sake of others. (I recommend checking out the 25ji, Night Code de version too!)

“Every time I trace back my memories, I feel as if I’m going to be crushed, yet Since I have no place to take refuge,  I just keep questioning myself over and over. Ah…” “There are too many things in my way,  It’s as if there are only things I can’t see Is it alright if I try touching it a little? I want to say it. Even though it might surely be impossible, I want to somehow. Hey, more; hey, more; I want to see more” “So I can turn the images I’ve found of your world still unknown to me Into song" "Blaming myself all this time,  I simply live and breathe but only just barely I’ve always shut it away in a cage I’m not asking for a plain, simple story. I simply wish to hear your voice” “It still hurts. Words keep tightening the cord round my neck, but... These eyes of mine I closed so gently as well, still hurt a little, but… I want to say it. Even though now, I still don’t know when it’ll be but someday for sure. Hey, more; hey, more; I want to see more”

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Silver: Ice Drop

I think this song fits Silver a lot mostly because of the lyrics, and the deep sea could symbolize the dreams that he dives into in Book 7. Although it’s upbeat, the lyrics are full of longing and reminiscing of the past and also his father, but eventually move on and “grow up” from it.  Not to mention, you could even take it as a SilverMC song if you think about that aspect! But even if it's not in a romantic sense, it's still a song talking about how much the past affects us and how we long for our loved one even if it's just a memory, that's why to me this song is really for Silver!

“Even the memories of the past are merely a thousand-year tale I take a deep breath as I fall into the deep sea” “Uh- that voice of yours drenches my whole heart Tangled up and captivated by each other, we sing our unchanging love once more You, not letting go of your hands become a rule of mine It's a heart that will melt away the rusted last page That one and only magic will turn this world around” “I’ll be waiting. Inside my dream, I reach out my hand” “Uh- On this planet, I fell in love without sleeping I longed for you and hesitated what to do, but from now on, I'll grow up You, If it’s with you, I’ll dive in without hesitation”

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Sebek: Kashika

Sebek was the hardest to find for me in the entire list mainly because while he has his own character, he doesn’t have too much depth but I tried my best and I think this song fits him the most! This song is powerful, full of willpower and hope towards tomorrow despite the hard, tough times. The song encourages us to keep living, even in the most uncertain moments, you need to cherish each moment of your life as well your living heartbeat, which represents the tenacity and perseverance of life. I feel like the energy as well the meaning of the song fits Sebek a lot overall for his character - with the desire to rise, stand up and protect he always have.

“When my quivering voice breathed life into a song, It was then I realized, That was the first time my breath could be seen. They say that in the end, the value of music is subjective– Well then, I'll sing as I please, I'll show you the message I want to convey. I won't despair over Or be afraid of my mistakes. They say to "live the right way," But I want to fight against that. My whole life has consisted of "it's my fault." Even if I'm treated like a fool, I'll be hurt and I'll hurt others, I'll live, causing both kindness and injury. The present I see is everything to me, So I don't want to cling onto ideals of the past or the future. Beat, beat, o heart of mine! It might be unsteady, but even so, this is my pulse.”

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CHAPTER THREE: FAMILIAR FACES

Robby Keene x OC!Reader || WC: 2.2K

A/N: thank you for all the love on this re-written series! This is by far my favorite chapter so far! Much more to come in the next chapters!! Read with caution, my anesthesia is still wearing off so it might not be my best work. <3

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The insistent chirping of her alarm clock shattered Samantha's peaceful slumber. Groaning, she swatted at her phone, silencing its obnoxious tune. Today was her and Katherine's first day of High School. The word itself felt heavy, a looming presence casting a long shadow over her summer break. However, after her eyes adjusted to the sun creeping from her blinds, she quickly jumped back into her routine as if it were second nature.

Across the hall, however, Katherine snoozed her alarm but laid motionless, burrowing her face under her pillows, hiding from the sunlight. Almost as if predicting her cousin's behavior, Samantha barged into her bedroom and sighed in exasperation. "Come on, sleepyhead," Samantha chirped, pulling the comforter off of her cousin in determination. Katherine groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes, please. " She mumbled, her voice muffled.

Samantha shook her head, a gentle but firm hand on Katherine's shoulder. "Not a chance. We're going to be late." With a dramatic sigh, Katherine finally emerged from her blanket cocoon, blinking against the sudden light. "Sometimes I think you're actually a vampire." Not having sufficient effort Katherine settled on giving Samantha her middle finger, before sluggishly trudging to the bathroom. That's when the chaos commenced.

Katherine's mind, although still half-asleep, began to race, a whirlwind of anxieties and self-doubt taking over. After what seemed like eternity of digging through Samantha's closet and her minimal clothing, Katherine finally emerged from her room, her hair and makeup expertly done by Samantha. Heading downstairs for breakfast, both girls were greeted by a smiling Daniel and Amanda, who each held a cappuccino in their hands. Samantha, ever the attentive cousin, pushed a cup of coffee towards Katherine.

"You look like you need this," She teased, laughing at her cousin's weary expression. "Do I really look that bad?" Katherine asked, taking a sip of her coffee, the warmth spreading through her as it hit the spot perfectly and instantly made her feel more awake. "You look dead, Kat." Anthony remarked from across the table, his eyes glued to his iPad. "Thanks, Tony," Katherine retorted dryly, rolling her eyes. "Really helpful." Daniel rolled his eyes, a familiar expression crossing his face, as he turned to the girls.

"You two ready for school?" Samantha nodded eagerly, bumping shoulders with her cousin. "Ready as I'll ever be," She declared, her voice brimming with excitement. Katherine, despite the caffeine coursing through her veins, still felt a flutter of nerves. "Sure," She replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Alright then, you two better get going," Daniel urged, checking his watch. "Don't want to be late on your first day." Both girls gathered their backpacks, exchanging a quick glance. Amanda and Daniel gave them each a warm hug, whispering words of encouragement.

Katherine knew she should have jumped out of the car when she had the chance. Or at least she could have pretended to be ill. The drive to All Valley High School felt agonizingly short. Katherine, despite her best efforts, couldn't shake off the nervous jitters. Luckily, Samantha was none the wiser. "Need help finding your way around?" Samantha asked, as they stepped out of the car. Katherine flinched, the stares of the other students burning into her skin. She forced a weak smile. "No, I think I'll be fine. Let's just meet at your locker after class?" Samantha nodded, her smile fading slightly as she noticed Katherine's discomfort.

"Okay. See you later!" With a wave, Samantha disappeared into the sea of students, leaving Katherine alone to face her dread. Taking a shaky breath, she pushed open the heavy glass doors of the main office. The fluorescent lights seemed to hum with an unnatural intensity. "Get a grip, Katherine." She whispered to herself putting on her best fake smile. "Hi, I'm Katherine LaRusso," She managed to say, her voice trembling slightly. "Here to pick up my schedule." The woman behind the desk, smiled warmly. "Of course, dear. Here you go." She handed Katherine a neatly folded sheet of paper.

Giving the woman one last nervous smile, Katherine walked out of the front office and released the breath she was holding. "Glad to know I'm not the only new student." Katherine turned to see a tall boy with a mop of dark hair leaning against the lockers, a nervous grin playing on his lips. Relief washed over her at least all the attention wouldn't be all on her. "Me neither," She replied, a genuine smile finally gracing her lips. "I'm Katherine." He extended a hand, his grip firm but not too strong. "Miguel. Nice to meet you, Katherine."

Both teenagers suddenly fell into conversation as well as comparing schedules. After a few more minutes of getting to know each other, they parted ways, heading off to their respective classrooms. Katherine quickly texted Samantha the location of her locker, then busied herself gathering her textbooks. "There you are," Samantha's voice cut her off as she slammed her locker shut. Noticing Yasmine and Moon were by her side, Katherine quickly plastered a fake smile on her face. "So, what class do you have first?" Moon asked, her voice a little too bright, yet somewhat comforting.

"Oh, uh, AP English. I saw the classroom down the hall." Yasmine nodded, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "Bummer. We all have Calculus first. Guess we won't see you until lunch." Katherine had to bit back her words upon listening to Yasmine's poor attempt of mocked sympathy. Sensing the tension Samantha leaned forward and placed a reassuring hand on her cousin's shoulder. "You've got this," She assured giving Katherine's bicep a squeeze. "We'll see you later." As Katherine watched them go, she took a deep breath.

With one last internal pep-talk, she entered the English classroom, choosing a seat near the middle, hoping to blend in with the other students. "Not so bad," She muttered to herself, trying to convince herself that she could in fact, survive the day. "Just a few more hours. How hard could it be?" Famous last words. The classroom clock seemed to mock her, the hours crawled by, each minute an eternity. Finally, as the shrill sound of the final bell echoed through the halls, Katherine let out a long, weary sigh.

After gathering her belongings, she navigated through the sea of students pouring out of the classrooms. Eventually, she reached the cafeteria, the array of voices and the clattering of trays created a symphony of overstimulation that made her head spin. Near the window, she noticed that Samantha, Yasmine, and Moon were already seated. Katherine felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she realized she had no choice but to approach them. It was either that, or sit alone. Swallowing her pride, she clutched her lunch tray tightly and walked over.

"Oh my God, you guys!" She heard Yasmine exclaim, her eyes wide with amusement. Katherine watched as she jabbed a manicured finger towards a table across the cafeteria. "See that guy over there, who looks like he went down on a lawnmower?He's literally wearing the ugliest sweater I've ever seen in my entire life." Samantha and Moon erupted in giggles, Katherine, however, felt a knot of unease tighten in her stomach. Her gaze drifted towards the table Yasmine had pointed out. There, amidst a group of boisterous boys, sat Miguel, the boy she'd met earlier. Alongside him, sat a lanky boy with dark hair who seemed to be rambling nervously.

However, it was the boy with brown hair, falling across his forehead, and prominent scar that slashed across his top lip that stood out. Suddenly, a wave of recognition washed over her. Unable to bear listening to Yasmine's snide commentary any longer, Katherine abruptly turned on her heel and headed towards the table where the boys were sitting. "I don't care if Yasmine is the meanest girl at school. I'd kill both of you just to get her to spit in my face." She overheard the boy with the darker hair declare, which in turn made her let out a chuckle.

He was clearly exaggerating, but the sheer absurdity of his statement was undeniably funny. Pulling up a chair, she slid into the empty space between Miguel and the boy Yasmine had been making fun of, who was staring at her in stunned silence. "Oh hey, what's up, Katherine?" Miguel greeted her with a warm smile. Katherine returned the smile, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. She noticed the dark haired lanky boy staring at her with wide eyes. His jaw hung slightly open, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and something she couldn't quite decipher. "Hi, I'm Katherine, but you can call me Kat, I just moved here." She introduced herself, offering a warm smile to both boys.

"Demetri," The darker-haired boy replied, his voice a low nervous rumble. Katherine's eyes shifted towards the only person who hadn't spoken yet. He was avoiding eye contact, his gaze fixed on the table, his jaw clenched. Katherine couldn't help but smile at his almost comical attempt to appear nonchalant. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she smiled directly at him. "Hi, Eli." Demetri and Miguel exchanged a startled glance, their eyes widening in surprise. Katherine, however, remained unfazed. Finally picking his head up, Eli met her eyes, confusion swirling in them.

"Oh come on," She huffed playfully. "For someone who says they can spot a Twilight fanatic from a mile away, you really do suck at it. I haven't changed that much now, have I?" The gears in his mind seemed to click into place. Recognition dawned on his face, a slow, smile spreading across his lips. "Kat?" He breathed, his voice hoarse with disbelief. As soon as she nodded, he didn't hesitate. In a swift move, he pulled her into a hug, the warmth of his body radiating through her. Katherine was startled for a moment but nonetheless returned the hug, burying her face in his shoulder.

After a moment, they broke apart, both of them grinning like idiots, their shared laughter a stark contrast to the hushed murmurs that had erupted around them. "Care to explain what's going on here?" Demetri finally asked, his voice laced with curiosity. "This is Kat," Eli explained to Demetri, his voice still laced with disbelief. "Remember the best friend I told you about? The one who moved to Europe when we were six, we kept in touch, you know through letters, emails, the occasional video call." He gestured towards Katherine with a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Demetri, who was still reeling from the unexpected reunion, could only blink at them both, his jaw slack. "Wait, wait, this is Katherine?!" He stammered, his voice rising in disbelief. "Your childhood best friend who's also a huge Twilight nerd?"Eli and Katherine nodded in unison, their smiles mirroring each other perfectly. "Newsflash," Demetri declared, a mischievous glint in his eye, "She's way too hot to be a nerd and be your best friend." Katherine scoffed, a playful roll of her eyes.

"Well, I'd honestly rather hang out with you three than those… those… bitches over there," She muttered, the word 'bitches' barely a whisper, but laced with enough disdain to make Eli and Miguel chuckle. "And one of them who is the exception, just so happens to be my cousin," She added, a wry smile playing on her lips. Her words instantly caught Miguel's attention. "Samantha LaRusso is your cousin?" He asked, his eyes widening slightly. Katherine nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Yup, crazy, right?" She laughed, leaning back in her chair. She noticed Miguel's jaw tighten, his brow furrowing as he seemed to be mentally debating something.

When he abruptly stood up, Katherine had a pretty good idea of what he was about to do. "What are you doing?" Demetri asked, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and apprehension. "Striking first," Miguel declared, a determined glint in his eyes. Katherine raised an eyebrow. "Oh, shit," Demetri added, a nervous mutter escaping his lips. "I hope we don't get hit with the shrapnel." Katherine and Eli exchanged a knowing look. "Do you think he'll get somewhere?" Eli asked, leaning closer to Katherine, his eyes fixed on Miguel as he navigated the crowded cafeteria.

"No idea," Katherine admitted, "But I'll give him points, he's definitely ballsy." As Miguel approached Samantha's table, a figure emerged. Kyler, who was known as the 'king' of the school', knelt beside Samantha's chair, his arm casually draped around her shoulders. He flashed a cocky smirk at Miguel, a silent challenge that sent a shiver down Katherine's spine. "What's up, ladies?" Kyler drawled, his voice dripping with a smug confidence that grated on Katherine's nerves. She knew there was a reason to why she did not like him.

Sighing in defeat, Katherine noticed Miguel exchange a frustrated glance with Kyler before turning back to their table. "See you later, 'Rhea." She heard Kyler drawl mockingly, his voice dripping with a smug satisfaction that made Katherine's blood boil. Miguel slumped back into his chair, the air around him radiating with frustration. "So," Demetri teased, a mischievous glint in his eye, "How'd it go?" Miguel rolled his eyes, a humorless chuckle escaping him. "Just drop it, dude." Katherine scoffed determined to change the subject. Luckily, Demetri still had questions she was happy to answer.

[jaehunnyy]

[10.05]

Genre: highschool!au, fluff

Word count: 0.9k

Pairing: highschool-boyfriend!San x gn!reader

Warnings: they are hs students but they r both legal and all (im just living my highschool love fantasy sorry), they r kinda rebel haha, pet names, kisses, San pins reader to the wall but nothing rlly suggestive its rather playful, san pouts—a lot, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @bluehwale, @theficblog, @bluisheye93, @pinkimingi, @ssaboala

A/N: i do not encourage skipping school by any means aodosoao ive never done it actually BUT HERE ITS POSSIBLE OKAY.

Another sunny day in which you could have had fun anywhere else has found you in school. The halls of the big building you were in were filled with some of the pupils' laughter—but mainly with the others' exasperation for the new classes going to start soon. You were surrounded by the bothering motion around you, trying to spot the navy blue uniform you were looking for. Your phone started to vibrate in your pocket, but the fuss was too much for you to hear it. 

On the other side, your boyfriend was all pouty, the thought of not being able to see you during the break upsetting him. He kept calling and texting you, but it was in vain; you wouldn't be able to hear it due to the angry stomps belonging to the ones running to class. It was like the world decided against the two of you that day. 

"Sannie, c'mon, let's go. There's no way you would see them this break," Yunho told the younger boy, just to be met with a pair of puppy eyes, making him sigh. "San, you should stop skipping that much, you're doing it more often than Wooyoung!" 

The younger chuckled, his dimples furrowing his flawless face. "Please, just one minute! I promise it's the last time, dad." 

Yunho widened his eyes, frowning and hitting the other's shoulder playfully. "Don't call me—" 

"Look, it's them!" San exclaimed and jumped happily, opening his arms for you to jump when you reached him, forgetting about the blonde boy whose mouth was now hung open, the words aching to come out. 

The older sighed, though his lips ended up stretching in happiness when he saw how happy you made his friend. You landed in your boyfriend's strong arms, legs wrapping around his waist as he spinned you, not even noticing when the blonde saw an acquaintance of his and went to talk to him, leaving you by yourselves now. And your lack of attention was visible, cause you didn't bother to see the professor side-eyeing you because you were blocking her way—you two might have been in trouble.

"Sorry for interrupting you, Choi. And is that Y/L/N? Why are you not in class, when your teacher is already there?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, making you regain your posture immediately. 

San looked at you for a long time, words stuck in his throat, before you dragged him so the teacher could go to her class and leave the two of you alone. "Sorry, teacher." you replied rapidly, hoping she won't ask anything else. As soon as she left, you let out a relieved sigh, looking one more time at your boyfriend.

"I thought I wouldn't see you." he pouted again, his arms resting on your waist. 

"And I thought you were going to get both of us in trouble with the chem teacher!" you tried to bring him back to reality—but there was no reality when it came to you, he was in his own world.

"But I missed you."

"But it's already over, we are already late, so we should go…" you sighed, returning the pout to him. 

He smirked playfully, pinning you to the first wall he saw. You wanted to protest—but he got closer to you, the warmth of his breath making you forget your words.

"Not if I have a better idea, angel. Wait for me." he said and left immediately, leaving you no choice but to wait for him. 

He went to his class and gathered his things as fast as he could, coming back to you with disheveled hair due to running and his black backpack on his back.  

"Let's skip today, babe. Please?" he asked in a tiny voice, and there was no way you could have said no to him. 

You smiled softly and nodded, and he asked you to wait outside until he went to take your things as well. You did as he said, while he entered your classroom mindlessly, your teacher looking at him, flabbergasted. 

"Oh? Sorry to interrupt, I'm here to take my lover's things." he smiled innocently, and left almost as soon as he came in. 

You then started laughing at his antics, taking his hand in yours and starting to run to the stairs so you could escape your school. Your sweet giggles filled the hallway, making some professors shout after you. 

"Choi, Y/L/N! I'm calling your parents!" 

You and San only laughed harder, the adrenaline and love flowing through your veins stronger than anything. Couldn't they see you were in love?

"Thanks, for skipping school to stay with me." San whispered as soon as you reached the empty school yard, cupping your cheeks and looking into your eyes. 

“Who said I’m doing it to stay with you? I’m doing it to go home.” you teased him, looking at his poked out lips. 

You placed a chaste kiss on them, hugging his waist and resting your head on his shoulder. Even though you saw each other daily, he couldn't get enough of you. He has memorized your features from top to bottom, but everytime he looked at you, he saw something new in you, making him fall harder. 

“You were joking, right?” he asked with a soft voice, still unsure if you meant that or not. 

You smiled in return, linking your pinky with his. 

"Let's go, babe." 

And with a sweet kiss he placed on your forehead, the two of you started to walk peacefully, like the teenagers in love you two were. And even though you should have felt a bit bad for leaving like that, you forgot about it soon, cause everything felt right with Choi San by your side.

[walker-extended-universe]

4x07 Review

The writer's threw us a bone and gave us a somewhat lighter episode this week, probably to make up for the angst coming at us in "Witt's End". That's not to say "Hold Me Now" is without its share of strife- the Walker family continues to deliver on the dramatics (and I wouldn't have them any other way).

Today, I'm going to shake things up a bit and focus more on specific characters rather than specific plots. That's just the way it's lining up in my head with how condensed the plotlines were this episode.

Let's start off with the shortest character line this episode: Abby and Bonham's Great Retirement Debate.

This one starts with Bonham complimenting Liam's PT. During this conversation, Bonham finds out that Ben and Abby are officially going into business together with their wedding planning at the ranch, something that catches Bonham by surprise. Abby can do as she pleases, but this is his ranch too and, as her husband, he should know more about what she's up to.

Later, after his and Stella's quick self defense lesson, he confronts Abby on her making that choice without him. After all, this is not his idea of what their retirement looks like. Abby rebuffs him and makes an odd comment about supporting her son's dreams and they get into a staring contest, leaving Stella in a very awkward situation.

I'm not gonna lie, this is one of my least favorite stories they've given us this season. I understand they need to give these characters something to do but this whole thing feels trite compared to what's going on in the rest of the show and it doesn't seem to fit their relationship much, especially with all the development they had. At least the other characters are having interesting reactions to it.

Moving on, let's look at what Stella was up to this episode.

We see that Stella finally recieved footage of the break-in at her dorm but there's not much to go on and campus police don't seem interested in doing anything (related too hard to that one). She's also getting more desperate texts from Witt about the necklace. When August once again points out that they should probably loop Cordell in, she again rejects it. At this point, they're in too deep and telling him would only land them in more trouble.

August makes another good point in telling her they need to play a little offense. Until they get the necklace, she's in danger. If she won't get protection from their dad, she needs to learn how to take better care of herself. This prompts her to go back home. While she was looking for Cordell, she finds Bonham and he's more than happy to give her some self-defense lessons. Let's hope that's enough.

Next, let's talk August.

This one starts off in the morning, with Cordell and August talking in the kitchen. August offers to do a make-up family dinner when Geri gets back from her trip and Cordell accepts, acknowledging that he may have been wrong about why he and Stella went AWOL. However, August is still stuck with a 5pm curfew.

This is also the day of his bootcamp graduation, which is the entire crew finishing an obstacle course. Everyone who finishes the course in under 8 minutes will be a step ahead at the military training. Durin ghte early practice run we see August is at the head of the pack and one student is struggling more than the others. Trey reminds them that it's never too late to help otu a struggling trooper as they all need to be able to rely on each other before they break to run it again.

We pick up here when it's time for the actual run. August runs the course very well, so well that he's on track to break a record. But, just as he's about to finish, we see him look behind to see the student who was struggling from earlier. After a moment of hesitation, he runs back to give the student advice and encourage him through the rest of the course. Both of them still finish on time and Trey looks on with pride.

Side note: Trey has officially made it up to August for lying to him about still being a guidance counselor way back at the end of season 2.

While everyone is celebrating, we see a brief flash of disappointment on August's face when he processes that Cordell wasn't there to witness it. He puts a smile back on when Trey comes over to congratulate him and ask if he's ready for bootcamp. For the first time, we see August hesitate a bit about his military career as he says he's not sure and that he has a lot of options. Whether this indecision is related to Cordell's absence is unclear but it's nice to see him considering other options for his life.

Up next (for better or for worse) is Cassie and her work/life dilemna.

We start with Cassie arriving at work- and Luna arriving right behind her. We also get her calling him by his first name, David. As they head to the conference room to get back to the case, we get a conversation about their potential relationship- or rather why Cassie doesn't really want to explore one publicly. Not only is she up for lieutenant, but after everything with Kevin she doesn't want to rush into another workplace relationship. Luna respects that but we still get some playful banter.

Side note: I'm glad to hear there are candidates from outside the office; I feel like that makes this all more suspenseful than if it was just Trey and Cassie.

Cordell immediately gets them all focused on the job, starting with running down the suspect lists to make sure they have up-to-date information. While this doesn't seem to lead them much of anywhere at first, Cordell points them at a potential lead which- unfortunately- doesn't lead much of anywhere. Cassie and Luna are both disappointed, but understanding. It wasn't that likely that a grainy security camera that caught a partial on a guy's face would grant them a concrete lead right away. However, they both notice that Cordell is taking this whole case very hard and won't listen to anyone who tells him to take it easy.

This only adds to how overwhelmed Cassie feels by the case. The Jackal is not going to be an easy killer to catch and now she's seen it wreack havoc on both rangers and civilians. She asks Luna for advice on how he keeps it all from getting to him and he has an idea: karaoke.

While Cassie is apprehensive of this idea at first, she's more than happy to try it out. And we the audience are treated to both of them singing in between them getting closer to each other. While it does seem like their relationship is moving a bit fast, I can't blame Cassie one bit for wanting to jump on that.

Side note: I refuse to believe anyone would cheat on Luna.

The next day, Cassie and Luna are more than willing to leave the office after James dismisses them from a good day's work. However, Cordell's reluctance to move on gives them pause. They listen to Cordell's questionable theory on the zookeeper and, when Cassie realizes he's not going going to let it go, she offers to go with him and Luna is right behind her.

The zoo search is short but intense and, surprisingly, they do find something. Whether this is related to the Jackal or not is still up in the air but it's enough to call in the cavalry and check it out. While this is all going on, James takes the time to let Cassie know he approves of her and Luna, even though it's none of his business. This gives Cassie the confidence she needs to hold Luna's hand at the crime scene, which is a very sweet moment.

And now, the moment you've all been waiting for: Let's talk about Cordell.

As we all predicted would happen the moment he picked up that notebook, Cordell is completely throwing himself into this case. It's clear he's taking his responsibility as leader seriously in James' stead and he's not going to let his old partner down again. He's not going to stop until this lunatic is off the streets, regardless of the consequences.

At least, that's the intensity he gives off at work while he struggles to make connections between their potential leads and what little they know about the Jackal. I noticed he relied heavily on James' personal notes during this episode, which I think speaks a lot to the trust between them. Even though Cordell knew this case made James a bit crazy, he's still trusting his old partner's judgement here.

While he's leading the game at work, he's letting things slide at home, missing out on family dinner in favor of eating cereal and reading James' notebook again. When Abby tries to confront him on this, he assures her that everything is fine. He just has work to do. She accepts that answer, but I doubt that will last very long.

After the disenheartening failure of their first lead, Cordell seems more determined than ever to find some kind of connection between the Jackal and their suspect list, diving down to a former zookeeper that doesn't really have any of the hallmarks they're looking for. He's so determined to find that connection that he's willing to risk missing August's bootcamp graduation to check out the old zoo, which just happens to be near the Jackal's first kill. Despite the stretch of the lead and the fact that this could wait a day, he insists on going right away and lets Cassie and Luna tag along.

Side note: I have to wonder if he really thought he could search a whole zoo and make it back in time for August.

As they search the zoo, Cordell finds footprints in the mud and soon finds a strange figure to hunt down. He gets close, but doesn't get their man, getting a concussion and a good look at his shoes instead. While it's more than they had before, he's not satisfied. He wants to catch the Jackal above all else, even at risk to his own life.

Later, he comes home with his work duffle to find Liam sitting at his dining table. And he's got a lot to say, starting with berating Cordell for missing August's event. This leads into him pointing out how he's been ignoring Stella's needs after the break in. He then goes as far as to compare this current case to the Rodeo Kings mission- Cordell leaving his kids behind for work and leaving Liam to pick up the pieces.

Cordell brushes him off, insisting that he- and his kids- are fine and Liam can back very far off. Liam leaves the house in a huff, leaving Cordell to go back to his Jackal Investigation Porch, where he drops the duffle bag. He puts on gloves and we see that the bag is full of evidence, including some rope. We then get a very odd sequence where Cordell wraps the wrist around his own wrist and gets flashes of images of similar rope going over a victim's wrists. Which leaves us with the very big question of: What the fuck?

And that wraps up this week's episode. As usual, I'm left with far more questions than answers. Why does this retirement plot with Abby and Bonham need to be dragged out so long? Why did they tease us with Liam being an addict and just drop it? Will August ever convince Stella to own up to everything? Why is Luna so perfect and does that mean he's the Jackal?

Hopefully we'll start getting more answers next week. See y'all then!

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #23: Flowers of Hungary

Today we're taking a biographical trip down memory lane. The reason for this is that we still need enough Franz-and-Hungary for the next few days, so we have to get abstract today ;)

So, here's the „great“ story of how I got to Franz. (And I would be so interested to hear what your story is!!!! Tell us! You wouldn't all be here if there wasn't one ;) ) @franzliszt-official

I don't think there's anything that can please a family in the Ruhr area more than the following sentence: ‘I want to become a classical singer.’

I pestered them until they enrolled me in music school. And what a music school it was! It produced an outstanding internationally acclaimed composer & conductor, two tenors...and my precious Liszt-Thirst. (My thirst only. Electronic music, bah. Look at aaaall my voice filters!)

And that was mainly due to these two great people:

There was Márta on the one hand, and István on the other. Both originated from the Franz Liszt School of Music in Budapest - she studied singing, he did a doctorate in piano and composition - both emigrated to Germany in the early 1980s to enchant generations of music students with their Hungarian flair.

Márta had a fantastic habit of hammering out any musical accompaniment on the piano as if the devil himself was after her. She was tiny, very old and her high, heavily accented voice always demanded ‘more feeling’.

And this demand for ‘more feeling’ was not limited to singing. She was always keen for us to have a proper overview of music history and theory. She was a fantastic storyteller when it came to the background to pieces, in which phase of his life which composer had written what and why. She gave us CDs, dug out the most bizarre works that we had to rehearse and sometimes censored piquant passages with black sharpie („Not suitable for young ladies!“)  From time to time we had to première István's new – admittedly, very (very!!!!) specific - operas, had lots of great evenings with our orchestra colleagues... in short, a really great time for nerds.

Thanks to Márta, I also got into Liszt. That really changed my life. I'd like to say that Franz got me with the ‘Liebestraum’, but no, it was the Hungarian Rhapsody No. 8. <3 After that, I was hooked. And although I was/am really mediocre as a musician, Márta found my understanding of musically conveyed emotions worthy of encouragement. And I think it also triggered her national pride a little, that my love was for Franz and not Ludwig or anyone else.

At some point, she suggested to my mum that I really needed a piano myself. And I can still hear my mother in my ear: ‘Nya, where should we put it?’

I ended up with the crappiest instrument under the sun: a second-hand Casio SA 21. That was the beginning of the end. Lacelove and I watched a few gear videos of the thing a few days ago. ‘ Would be cool to put on the mixer.’ No. You can't do anything with it except play ‘Memory’ from Cats on 06 ‘Church Organ’ at your aunt's Christmas party while nobody listens to you because everyone is drinking eggnog....

Even the video was gut wrenching. I even hate the sight of it.

And it came as it had to: at some point, Nine Inch Nails/Trent Reznor came into my life and that paved the way for the stuff we do today.

I've forgotten so much music theory that it's really frightening. My unbroken love for Liszt has remained. Márta would be pretty shocked if she knew what I do today (or with Franz), I think. But I still miss her. <3

Marta was My singing teacher Strict and tiny And Hungarian More feeling, more feeling She screams at me And I don't know Whether I can give her all that She's always so angry To her piano And I guess That's often because of me She beats me up with Music history We practise all the arias Till I cry She gives me Hungarian Rhapsodies I can't escape them No more And then she asks me Who is your favourite Composer? And I say, oh, it's Franz Liszt She hugs me I get the kiss of consecration After that her rage is finally over And she says to my mum The child is a talent Because it knows true love Please buy her A piano right away I only get A fucked up Casio And then she asks me Who is your favourite Composer? And I say, oh, it's Franz Liszt Since then Franz hangs on my wall I caress every night A model of his hand Marta, if you knew what we do at night you would probably never rest again And then she asks me Who is your favourite composer? And I say, oh, it's Franz Liszt And I thank you So much I'm not sorry We had such a Such a good time You and me. And Franz List. And Franz Liszt.

[qqueenofhades]

Hi, do you have any tips on telling professors you’re dealing with depression? Like is it helpful to include details? Symptoms? It’s getting to the point in the last few days where I need to tell them something because I have assignments piling up and the symptoms I’m experiencing are getting pretty intense.

If It helps I think I’m dealing with atypical depression just based on how I relate to the symptoms list (leaden paralysis, oversleeping, severe rsd, can’t focus on anything even more than usual, just feeling an overwhelming physical emptiness in my brain). Ive been doing ok when I’m in class and I feel better then too, but when it’s done, as soon as I get home or am just you know trying to do my assignments or anything, it’s like a curtain falls on me. This has been creeping up on me for the last few weeks and I can recognize the circumstances that lead me here, but I feel like I’ve crossed a threshold in the last week from just having these worries and thoughts I could control to now this full blown physical Depression Experience that has control over me.

I don’t want to overshare so to speak and make my professors uncomfortable or permanently see me differently, but I also desperately want to be believed and accurately convey how disabled I feel right now in a practical sense. Just writing this all out to you took so much effort. I’m not really sure what to even ask for beyond extending my assignments to this weekend. This depression is so unlike what I’ve experienced in the past and I really don’t know where it’s going or what to expect. A part of me is hoping I’m just going to feel normal again in a few days but I can hardly think more than a few days out anyway.

I know all teachers are different but what would you want to hear and be ok with hearing from one of your students? What would you want to know?

Thank you so much for reading this and for any advice. I’m really sorry to just dump all of this here, I’m just not really sure where to turn right now. Please of course don’t feel pressured to answer. Thank you for your lovely blog and self. ❤️

Ooof. First of all, thanks for coming to me and I'm sure it took a lot of effort to put that together. I know that all-consuming, black-hole depression feeling, and it's not fun.

Here's what I would do:

First, reach out to your student counseling/health services center as a matter of priority. Almost every university has one, and they encourage you to take advantage of them. If that takes too much effort to do when you're in a funk, try to do it when you're on campus or have a little more energy. Say that you're really struggling and need to come in for an urgent appointment -- you don't need any more info than that, and they should be responsive/proactive about following up. There might also be a crisis line or priority email where you're assured a response in a certain amount of time.

Next, please do contact your professors and let them know what's going on! Here's a sample email for you:

Dear Dr. [Name],

I'm writing today to let you know in confidence that I'm experiencing severe mental health difficulties, which have been growing worse over the last few weeks and are negatively affecting my ability to participate in class. I am reaching out to the university counseling centers and other resources, but I am not feeling well at all and hope that you will be able to make adjustments to the deadline for [exam/project/paper etc -- fill in as necessary].

I will do my best to complete my work as expected, but please let me know if it is possible to arrange a meeting [via phone or Zoom if you don't want to come in], and discuss my options. I would like to know about the possibility of an incomplete grade or other ways to [pause/resolve/work with] my status for this semester.

I do apologize for any inconvenience, and hope that you'll be able to provide me with understanding and support in this difficult matter. I very much appreciate your time and consideration.

Best wishes,

[Your Name]

Hopefully, you can just copy and paste that with a minimum of effort, tweak it as necessary, and send to them. You can also reach out to the Disability Services office (as every university is required to have one) and see if accommodations can be made/allow you to complete work at a later date. If it's really bad, you also have the right to contact the university registrar and arrange for a leave of absence.

Anyway, this is to say: you have options to take care of yourself and make sure that the people around you know what is going on and can help develop a plan to deal with it, so please do take them! I know how awful and draining it feels, but if you need any other advice, please let me know, and I will do my best to answer. If you have a Tumblr account and want to DM me privately with more details, like the name of your university etc, I can also look for these resources and give you the information, so as to minimize the amount of pressure and extra work on you.

Hugs. <3

[danpuff-ao3]

❤️ Valentine's Day Self-Rec ❤️

Inspired by @billsfangearring! Thank you for starting this!! A day about love should include self-love! And everyone knows I love to talk so yes I'm latching onto another opportunity so sue me.

My forever struggle is the feel that I spread too much self-love, and talk about my passions too much. It's an ongoing struggle to feel okay sharing the way I do, and fighting against years of being made to feel like I don't matter. So self-recs, and sharing my wins, while it might be annoying to some, has been my biggest step towards loving myself. And it is why I always encourage others to share their wins, too. It's important to recognize ourselves and our accomplishments! So I encourage anyone who wants to do this to take part, too!

And now...a few fics!

3 Fics that I love a lot (but don't talk about enough)

Haunted

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 1482. Mystery. Angst.

Harry Potter haunts Spinner's End.

Close Enough

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1553. Unrequited love. Brothels. Ambiguous ending.

He likes them best as poor substitutions.

Phlegethon

Harry/Severus, Draco/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4219. Underage. Student/teacher. Partner betrayal. Open ending.

Severus makes the same mistake twice (and he's definitely going to hell for it).

2 fics I love a lot (but I understand why others don't)

Romantic Notions

Neville/plants; Neville/Severus (unrequited); Harry/Severus (background), Draco/Neville (minor.) Rated: E. Words: 8841. Angst and smut. Guilt and jealousy. Plant porn.

Neville has feelings for Severus and no hope of reciprocation. At least he has his plants for company.

In My Veins (In My Blood)

Harry/Severus, Harry/Death Eaters. Rated: E. Words: 7042. Underage. Rape/non-con. Gangbang. Partner betrayal. Emotional manipulation. Darkfic. Dead dove.

Voldemort wins the war and rewards the Death Eaters with a prize: Harry Potter. What he doesn't know is that Harry already belongs to one of them.

1 new fic! (posted today!)

Lovestruck

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1343. Secret relationship. Thunderstorms. Scars. Ceraunophilia. Mild/brief breathplay.

It’s only Harry and Severus in all the world, or so it seems. OR: It's Valentine's Day, and they're in Germany for a potions conference, but alone in the hotel while a storm rages outside, they might be anyone, anywhere.

[jehovahhthickness]

Thoughts on people with kids who try to shame those who don't? Especially the ones who tell you how you should start a business just because you're child free and don't have anything important to actually spend money on? 🙄 I got into with a friend of mines today (she has children,I don't).

I never shamed her for having them or ever tried to downplay anything she's done or does.All of a sudden out of no where,she's been all online watching millionaires on IG and Facebook talk their talk about how to get rich quick by starting a business and how it's so easy lately... "You can become a millionaire within 2,3 years. You're single with no kids and work two jobs,you should start something cause you don't have nothing important to do with your money.You don't get tired of being in the rat race?You start a business now you can be on the road to financial freedom.You gotta stop letting these white people use you and think like them so you can have generational wealth.I thought you were smarter".... I'm like wtf did that even come from? Could've at least said it better or something.

So I guess me taking care of mother who has cancer,other sick family and paying off my student loans and medical bills for this year ain't shit? Smh.

I'm barely keeping my sanity as is.I almost snapped on her since she don't even have bills to pay except her phone bill and credit card bill.Living off of taxes that I pay but I decided to be quiet.She was doing too much for me and I prefer to keep the peace but yeah,that was definitely our last conversation.Why try to make my life hard when I always make yours easy? And she focusing on my money when I've helped her numerous times. Like yeah okay.Should have taken the money I gave her ass and invested instead but now she doing better financially since Biden given out money to parents she wanna come at me crazy. That's wild. I see why I hate dealing with people. Ungrateful and funny acting.

Tell your “friend” that she can go to hell and to leave you alone.

Baby doll, if you’re content with your life and current situation. That’s okay.

Don’t let nobody try to convince you to start a business or become the next millionaire if you don’t fucking feel like it.

I’m telling you right now, becoming a business owner made me suicidal. I am not fucking okay. I hate it here.

I wish I was a nepo baby because I hate how I have to grow everything from the ground up by myself.

It’s one thing to encourage you to do better if you’re in a struggling situation. But if you’re currently happy with your life, your bills are paid, you can afford to live your life. You don’t have to change that.

[nsfwmiamiart]

(First Draft Version) Incoming Text for @natalieportman:

Dear Natalie,

I just want to remind you, just because I'm quiet, and I'm ignoring you, doesn't mean I abandoned you.

You have been my student for the past 12 months now, since January 2024, you have seen and heard things that helped you because wiser, and a better decision maker, do you agree? You can see everything clearly now, correct? It's not as clouded as it used to be back in January 2024.

This is why I want to remind you that we are all running a marathon—not a sprint. Along the way, we may feel tired and worn out, but it’s crucial to endure the pressure and keep moving forward, no matter how challenging things may seem. Together, we will reach the finish line.

You should also keep this important reminder in mind:

I am supporting the Portman family, not Israel.

I am supporting the Kunis family, not Israel.

I am supporting the Gadot family, not Israel.

I cannot carry the problems of Israel on my shoulders; it’s simply beyond human capability. I’m not built for that level of responsibility. However, I am more than willing to support the Gadot, Kunis, and Portman families because that is both manageable and within my capacity. That, I can do with ease.

I hope you all realize that our world is filled with hatred, and people often treat each other cruelly. Whenever someone tries to do good, there will always be those who attempt to obstruct it. In today’s world, doing good almost feels like it’s being outlawed.

The evil people in this world be like, "How dare you do good? Who gave you permission to do good? Who gave you permission to make a positive difference?"

This is why you must all confront the reality of our time—it’s the apocalypse. Anyone who tries to do good is met with immense hate and opposition. Am I wrong? Haven’t you all faced resistance every time you’ve attempted to do something good?

Evil people are like dictators, and you must outwit them. Use your problem-solving skills to stay one step ahead of them.

This is why I encourage Natalie, Mila and Gal Gadot to binge-watch the TV series "Prison Break", you will learn so much from this TV series, you will thank me for showing you this TV series because it is filled with useful information that will help you survive during this apocalypse.

The survival skills of the character Michael J. Scofield will help your families deal with the anxiety, the pressure you all face during this apocalypse, it's basically a school to learn how to survive during this apocalypse because we are all prisoners of a corrupt system and this TV series will teach you how to survive in a prison.

The NATO territory is a huge prison where everyone is under surveillance, America and Europe are members of NATO and these two territories have become a huge prison. If you wish to survive in this prison, you must learn the survival skills of the character Michael J. Scofield.

Here are the links to the Wikipedia pages you requested:

Michael Scofield - Wikipedia - (click on the blue link)

Prison Break - Wikipedia - (click on the blue link)

The difference between me and you is my eyesight, never forget this about me, I see things that you don't.

You see this world like it's Disney World full of delight, but I see this world like a huge Prison, that's the difference between your vision of the world and my vision of the world.

Also, if you want to survive during this apocalypse, you should hide all your secrets with the Kapoor family, they will help Natalie, Mila and Gal Gadot hide all their secrets in India with the Kapoor family.

Never forget that you can't make moves in Asia because you live in NATO territory, that's why you need the precious support of the Kapoor family in India, they will help you make moves in Asia discreetly without getting noticed by the NATO surveillance.

Over the past 12 months, you've learned countless invaluable lessons that will help you navigate this apocalypse. You should read the letters in my archives as if they were a "novel" with many chapters—it's truly entertaining, and you discover something new each time.

If you think about it, you'll realize that everything you learned in 2024 came from my letters on my blog. It was incredibly useful information that provided you with guidance and understanding. That's the whole point—I write to educate and help you find direction.

Also, you should know that you will always have a special place in my heart, but you know very well that we can't be lovers, it's just a waste of my time and energy. You know we will always be under surveillance, so it's better to move separately as friends instead of lovers, we should both agree that romance will only make our lives more difficult, don't you agree? I know you agree with me, it will give us headaches, both of us will be unhappy.

I told the same thing to Gal Gadot and Mila Kunis, we can't be lovers, there are way too many haters in this world. It's better to have a friendship, it's better for all of us, it will help us avoid many headaches in our lives.

Remember that Gal Gadot cares about me, but not her community.

Remember that Mila Kunis cares about me, but not her community.

Remember that Natalie Portman cares about me, but not her community.

It's the community that is full of hate and not the Jewish women, I know you all agree with me.

I can't have sex with Natalie Portman, so I call the porn star Tori Black.

Whenever I want to have sex with Natalie, I call Tori Black, she looks like you, and after I'm done, I can move on easily with my life. Problem solved, fewer headaches for me.

Angelo be like: "Tori Black is the doppelganger of Natalie Portman? Close enough—fine with me."

Tori Black looks like Natalie Portman, that's how I see it.

Is it weird that I'm in love with Tori Black now and not Natalie? I swear, I have no feelings for Natalie, but I have feelings for Tori Black now.

Fun Fact: " Did you know Chris Brown stole Tori Black from me? She is in love with him now because he sings so many slow songs to her."

Tori Black be like: "I'm in love with Chris Brown now, he sings so good."

As you can imagine, I was really unhappy about it, he stole the dopest porn star from me. I was in love with Tori Black, she is so hot.

I forgive Chris Brown though, he is an awesome singer, I listen to his songs too, Tori Black is right.

Also, Natalie, I know you are obsessed with my wealth, and you lose sleep at night thinking about all this wealth that you can't own. I know, Natalie, don't worry, I know, I feel your pain.

You can be friends with Jamie Chung and Bryan Greenberg, you know he is Jewish like you, I would even encourage you to have a romantic relationship with Bryan Greenberg, he is a very cool Jewish kid, I vouch for him.

Gal Gadot, Mila Kunis and Natalie, should all have a romantic relationship with Bryan Greenberg, I vouch for him, he is a good man.

I can't have a romantic relationship with Jewish women, but my friend Bryan Greenberg is Jewish, so you might as well have a love story with him, am I right? Problem solved.

I will be with Jamie Chung and Bryan will be with Natalie, Mila and Gal, this is how we will close the door and block everyone trying to intrude into our privacy.

You should tell the Gadot family to have a secret relationship with Bryan Greenberg, he will protect your financial secrets.

You should tell the Kunis family to have a secret relationship with Bryan Greenberg, he will protect your financial secrets.

You should tell the Portman family to have a secret relationship with Bryan Greenberg, he will protect your financial secrets.

This is how you will all survive during this apocalypse, your three families will hide all their financial secrets with Bryan Greenberg.

You should remember that Bryan Greenberg will become hated, and it is your duty to defend him, he is the only man allowed to protect your financial secrets.

My dear, Natalie! I have a question to ask you, do you see anyone around you helping you access $1.5Trillion in assets? Look around you, I'll wait. ----- Still waiting!

Good, I thought so too! No one is willing to help you access this kind of money, so make sure you protect Bryan Greenberg because he is the plug.

You should never forget that Jamie Chung is my Queen and Bryan Greenberg will always be around in our lives, he is a member of our close circle of friends, so make sure you protect Bryan.

Okay, this chat was fun.

Love you, Natalie! Have fun, big hugs for you.

King Angelo. (Did you notice I'm not a Crown Prince anymore? I'm a King now.)

P.S.:

Question:

What does the phrase "he is the plug" mean?

ChatGPT Answer:

The phrase "he is the plug" is slang and means that Bryan Greenberg is the person who provides or connects others to something valuable or necessary—in this case, likely access to money or resources. Essentially, it means he is a key source or intermediary for something important.

[vexxerveesvoice]

The Kabbalah of Writing: Chapter One Writing Exercises

As a Jewish writer, I've been wanting to explore more about how to connect my writing to my spiritual and religious practices. As a first step towards this, once a week I will be responding to each of the writing exercises provided in Sherri Mandell's The Kabbalah of Writing. For the sake of being careful of copyright, I will not be posting the questions themselves. I encourage fellow Jewish writers to follow along.

I wish I could read more exploratory works. I really enjoy reading books that push the boundaries and definitions of genre and style rules. I don't tend to reach for memoirs as much, but I have enjoyed and found meaning in the ones I've read. The ideal memoir, to me, is autofiction - a mixture of truth and exaggerations or distortions which emphasize the writer's emotions and draw the reader's attention to specific pieces of information or ideas.

All I truly desired as a child/young adult was to escape my family. I grew up in a verbally abusive household and saw college and adulthood as my way out. Now that I've grown slightly older and have some rather harrowing experiences under my belt, I have the ability to put my previous experiences into context as having been painful, but not as terrifying as what I would later come to experience. It's led me to a more forgiving and gentle mindset than the pit of anger I grew up feeling.

Today, I don't have many great desires. I'm perfectly happy with enjoying my health and the health of my loved ones. If I were to wish for something, it would be for my current job search to come to a satisfactory end. I've been pursuing this with regular job applications and continuing to network within my field, but job searches tend to be a matter of "hurry up and wait," so that's what I'm doing. The comparative lack of job openings in my field in the area I'd like to work is the only major road block preventing the fulfillment of this desire. Once it is fulfilled, I will have a reliable source of income and a regular schedule. It's a relatively small desire, but it's the greatest one I have at the moment.

One form of discouragement I experienced was my mother telling me I can't sing because when she was growing up, she was told that she couldn't sing either. This prevented me from joining choir as a grade school student or pursuing other vocal performance opportunities, even though I thoroughly enjoy singing in my free time. Were I to reply to her then as the person I am now, I'd remind her that not only do I enjoy her singing voice, but it's possible to improve one's own singing with time, effort, and proper training. Given the right supports, I'm just as capable of singing well as anyone else can be, and just because she was told she couldn't sing doesn't mean she should assume the same of her children.

When I was a high schooler, another school's color guard coach commented that my skills on a particular piece of equipment had potential, should I receive the right training. Unfortunately, I was never able to pursue or receive training on that piece of equipment, but the soul of the comment, the idea that I was just as capable of being successful in the sport as my teammates, encouraged me to continue practicing and eventually become a captain of my university team for multiple years, where I was able to foster the love of the sport and teach basic skills to my younger teammates.

I'm not that great at encouraging myself. My self-talk tends to be more negative than anything else. As I've grown older, though, I've learned to acknowledge my inner toddler and gently parent them by lovingly providing for my needs when tensions arise. This inner parent has been a major source of support for me in times of crisis and when I've had difficulty caring for myself.

I tend to encourage my close friends (who happen to be writers as well) and my younger siblings most in my life. In college, I worked with my closest friend on short story pieces to submit to a undergraduate literary journal and we encouraged each other by providing honest positive feedback both to continue writing our pieces and in selecting the pieces we decided on submitting.

Willpower and I have a complex and relatively unhealthy relationship. As someone with clinical depression, I often find it hard to exercise willpower as a means of getting myself to take care of my body or responsibilities. Oftentimes, if there is no external reason for me to complete a task, it will not get done either in a timely manner or at all. Usually, forcing myself to complete a task through willpower alone will be unsuccessful.

My passion today is probably writing. It's a love-hate relationship. It allows me to empty my mind out into the open and reflect on my inner world while connecting with and exploring my surroundings, but it's also difficult. I struggle to find topics to write about and, lately, I've struggled to find something to write "towards," which means most of my stories and poems have felt empty and bereft of meaning. It's been frustrating to feel this void and not know how to fill it. I've been trying to explore the world around me and become a more "interesting" person as a means of solving this problem, but I don't know that it's worked yet.

Reasons I can't write: I have nothing to say. All the things I could possibly have to say have been said before. My writing and my thoughts often make people uncomfortable. I have an ill command of "proper" writing and haven't studied the classics or contemporary writers enough to call myself a proper writer. I don't write enough to say I'm a writer. I don't have a routine. I'm too busy to write (this is a lie, I'm less busy than I've ever been before in my life right now). I'm scared of what might come out of me. I don't want to be judged by my peers for what I have to say. I want to find community and connection but fear being isolated instead. Writing feels like something smart people do, and I don't feel smart enough to have something thoughtful to say. I feel too self-centered to write anything good or meaningful. Writing is too hard and doesn't feel worth it because I'll never make any money with it and if I can't do that, then I won't be able to support myself and I'll die alone somewhere.

Reasons these judgmental things aren't true: I'm still developing what I have to say. No one has the perfect story or poem or anything ready on the first draft. Writing is about getting it all down on paper, including the 90% garbage that comes out initially. It's about the practice of getting into your head and sorting out the tangled strings you find there. So what if my writing makes some people uncomfortable? My writing is meant for me. It's meant, first and foremost, to help me understand the world and my place within it. If other people can find enjoyment and fulfillment from it, that's an extra bonus. I've studied writing plenty. There's always more to explore, but writing should never be gatekept behind academia. It's a tool for everyone. Yes, it's scary to be isolated by our peers and to be kept out of writing communities, but that's the risk you take by having something to say and saying it with your full chest. It's okay to not agree with everyone. It's okay to be scared, but it's important to do it anyway. I may be a little self-centered in my writing, but that's okay, too. There's times for that, just like there's times for exploring outside oneself. It's okay to do both. So what if I don't make any money from writing? Making money isn't the goal. I have other skills which I intend to make money from. If I'm able to make some money from writing as well, that's great, but I don't need to. My goal with writing is to explore the world around me in the ways only I can. That is, in and of itself, enough.

A recent doubt I had, albeit one with minor consequences, was whether I'd use a gym membership enough to warrant purchasing one. On the one hand, I'd have access to a pool, weight room, and fitness classes regularly, and would be more likely to use them if they felt "free" when I attended. On the other hand, I have a habit of spending money in places I don't need to and my more recent attempts at starting fitness routines haven't been successful because of the prohibitive costs of regularly using a pool or fitness center without a membership. There's no right answer to this question, but I did make a decision. I won't reflect on it here, though, partially because I don't fully know how my decision will turn out.

The most vulnerable I've ever felt was when I tried to communicate to an ex-partner that I'm alterhuman. While I do see myself as human in some ways, I also see myself as a kind of shapeshifter. I still struggle to admit it to other people because when I was younger, furries and alterhumans were constantly the butt of jokes and are still seen as communities to be made fun of today. It's scary to admit that I don't view myself as fully human because I don't want to be isolated from my other communities. Writing this is an immense practice of placing trust in the formless void of the internet. Please be kind.

One piece of literature that's had profound meaning for me recently has been Voice of the Fish by Lars Horn. I also have a complicated relationship with my mother and have gone through an intense health crisis which caused a lapse in my ability to write. Voice of the Fish makes me want to reflect on and write essays about my relationship with my mother and how it weaves into my relationship with the environment and the elements.

Ten turning points of my life, in no particular order:

My mother's argument with me in the sixth grade which irreversibly tainted our relationship

My decision to join my high school color guard team.

My friendship with the person who made me feel insecure about myself

The 2016 election

The moment I received an acceptance letter from my undergraduate institution of choice

The time I was given two shots simultaneously and had my first syncopal event

The time I almost died alone in my apartment because heat exhaustion triggered my eating disorder so severely I could no longer walk

The time I quit my job because my chronic pain was too severe to allow me to continue working

The time my ex-partner hesitated to pick me up from the hospital following a syncopal event

My decision to return to my home town following a severe health event