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[platonicyanderereverie]

I dunno if you do doubles but if you do then awesome, if you don't then don't worry about it or you can just pick one character!

But what about Yandere platonic Dottore and Pantalone as a tweenager(11-13) reader and they're like readers dads even though reader wants nothing to do them I was thinking letter A, B, C, E, G, H, J, M, O, P, R, S, T, U V, W, AND Z! I know this is alot but please choose which ones you want to do if these are too much, all I ask is that maybe you especially Z, S, W, T, O, J, H, F, D, OR C! Again pick at which ever one you want!! Thank you!!

( I luv your platonic yandere writing!!!)

Thank you for your request‼️ I tried my best to do the main ones you wanted <3 I really hope you like em

Platonic yandere Dottore and Pantalone with a tween reader using the yandere alphabet!!

[Warnings!: usual possessive behaviour, implied kidnapping, isolation and so on]

Zenith

(Would they ever break their darling?)

Chances are, no. Dottore is very calculated with his advances and actions, and Pantalone tries to avoid actively placing you in situations that could make you crumble. However, it's not entirely impossible for their child to snap under the pressure, and both of them would be highly displeased if that happened. They would immediately swoop in, attempting to piece you back together.

Stigma

(What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?)

For Pantalone, his childhood was filled with troubles. Born poor, he always felt beneath everyone else, constantly forced to look at things he wished he had from afar. He never wants that for you; he wants to give you the childhood he wished he had, even if he becomes overbearing in the process.

Dottore, on the other hand, experienced significant mental isolation. Driven by an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, he strives to understand everything there is to know. You seem like a book with endless pages to study, each one holding possibilities that he craves to uncover. His obsession drives him to push you onto the same page as him, fueling his desire for intellectual satisfaction.

Wit's End

(Would they ever hurt their darling?)

The short answer is yes, but it would be in calculated, mentally focused strides. If you've been particularly disobedient, expect isolation, loss of privileges, and an intense struggle to regain the love they once showered on you freely. You might even find yourself wrapped up in a few of the doctor's "tests." Nothing serious, but certainly enough to leave a lasting impression.

Tears

(How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

Pantalone would be the first to lean forward and wipe your tears. He hates seeing you upset, he truly does, but if it’s due to a punishment, he'll softly coo, reassuring you that it’s all necessary. Meanwhile, the doctor might run a hand through your hair in a slightly chastising manner.

Screaming or throwing a tantrum would earn you disappointed looks from both of them. They’d regard you as a child throwing a fit over not getting what you want. Dottore would shake his head, speaking in a cool, calm tone to remind you that such behavior is unfavorable. Pantalone might attempt to soothe you with promises or small gifts if nothing else seems to work.

Isolating yourself would prove difficult, as they’d quickly sense your withdrawal. Once they do, they’d reel you back in for a lecture and enforce some "mandatory family time."

Oppression

(How many rights would they take away from their darling?)

Most likely, they'd control nearly every aspect of your schedule. Pantalone would ensure it’s filled with classes and tutors, while Dottore would require time in his lab. You wouldn’t be making any significant decisions on your own either, as they consider you too naïve and impulsive. Despite this, they still expect a certain level of engagement and respect from you, even if you’re resistant.

Jealousy

(Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

Jealousy is an interesting concept when it comes to your fathers. Pantalone is confident and self assured in his status, knowing no one else could give you everything he can. No one else would sacrifice as much as he would for you, even if you don’t recognize it. If someone tries to interfere, he has the power to make sure they can’t.

Dottore, however, would be fascinated by jealousy itself, viewing it as a curious feeling. Understanding its implications, he deals with it by turning it into a personal experiment. He identifies the cause of the itch in the back of his mind and manipulates situations so that you seek him out, he won't fetch you himself, oh no, you will be the one cementing your dependence on him. He won't stop until he’s fully satisfied with the results.

Hell

(What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?)

Once, you managed to slip away from the manor, somehow finding yourself wandering the streets, finally tasting freedom and reveling in spite.

However, I hope your short loved feedom was worth it. Upon your inevitable return (having been dragged back by the agents), you faced endless berating from Pantalone and a slew of unpleasant new tasks from Dottore, not to mention an extended session in his lab. Anything that entertained you was confiscated, and any servant you liked was dismissed. And god forbid If one of them had assisted your escape, the punishment would be even harsher. You were met with cold discipline, leaving you powerless to change the outcome. Days seemed to blur, each one more isolating than the last. Should you resist further, you might find yourself bedridden, unwell due to "mysterious circumstances."

Darling

(Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?)

Short answer, yes. For one, they expect you to stay with them, fulfilling their aspirations for you. To them, it’s simply that you can't see what’s best for you yet. Resistance is futile; listening to them would make things so much easier. Furthermore, you don’t have a say in spending time with them...it’s simply not optional.

Cruelty

(How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?)

Pantalone would present the situation as a luxurious arrangement, framing it not as a victory for himself but rather as the natural, ideal state of things. He’d act as though everything is perfectly fine, assuring you that all you need to do is stick with family.

Dottore, however, would be slightly more biting. He wouldn’t mock you outright, but his words would carry a tone of condescension. He’d calmly lay out the terms of your new reality, driving home just how powerless you are, making sure you fully understand the situation.

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(Original request forum)

[limabean42]

hiii, can you do a top anxiety x fem reader nsfw?🫣

✼ Anxiety topping/dominating you smut ✼

Look at that freaky expression on her face ;) Also for those who only read sfw don’t worry, the next few requests are all sfw! Thanks for requesting <3

Contains: reader with female anatomy; strap-on; pegging; missionary; wall sex

MDNI

Spice level 🌶️: hot

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• It’s hard for Anxiety to bring up the topic of sex by herself

• She’s a very meek and anxious girl with a lot of thoughts in her head

• Even after you’ve been dating a while she doesn’t initiate sex

• Honestly, it just happens naturally. No one really initiates it

• For Anxiety to top you she’d have to be in a certain mood

• Today was an example of one of those moods

• A mixture of frustration and horniness

• This morning, from when she first woke up, she was horny

• The feeling only progressed more as she studied you

• Studied how you pressed the panel, studied when you grabbed a book to read, studied when you dropped something and bent over to pick it up

• Anxiety felt pent up. It wasn’t even because you guys hadn’t fucked in a while, because you have

• It was just a strange feeling and it only continued to worsen as the morning continued

• This morning was one of Anxiety’s worst ones yet. There was a lot to stress over

• Riley had exams this week. Some today, some tomorrow, some the next day, and even one the day after that

• For once Anxiety was all over the panel like she was when the new emotions first arrived. Joy had to remind her again to relax and that as long as Riley studied she would do fine

• Anxiety didn’t find solace in Joy’s words because these particular exams were super hard and determined if she got into honors classes next year

• Joy and the other emotions kept pulling her away from the panel and into her massage chair but she just kept getting up

• “I appreciate you all trying to keep Riley calm, but if I just take control for a few days and relax once exams are over it’ll be fine.” Anxiety tried to reason

• You actually agreed with her. Anxiety was cooking when Riley was on the ice that one time, sure it wasn’t healthy for her to feel like that constantly but at the end of the day it did make Riley the team

• If Anxiety took control for a few days then Riley would definitely have better grades than if anyone else was driving the whole time

• Unfortunately, Joy didn’t fully comprehend what Anxiety was trying to say, “How about this Anxiety, you control when Riley is studying and taking the exams and I control the rest.” Joy stated

• Anxiety didn’t like this idea. Riley studied on her own. No one was ever really in control of the panel when Riley was studying or taking tests unless they had to be

• If anything, Anxiety should be in control once Riley gets home so she has the initiative to study for the rest of the night

•Anxiety should be in control so that when Riley arrives at school the next day she uses her homeroom time to study instead of goofing off with her friends

• “No no, Joy you don’t understand where I’m coming from. Riley doesn’t need me to study, I don’t know the information any more than any of you do. Riley needs me to make her want to study and do well out of fear that she won’t get good grades. Out of fear she can’t reach her goal of having honors classes next year.”

• Riley had just arrived at school and was heading to homeroom before her first exam

• “Okay, I hear you. Anxiety, you should control from now until Riley’s exam starts.” Joy reasoned

• “Thank you, Joy.” Anxiety dragged out as she made her way to the panel

• So Anxiety made Riley feel pressured and granted her the initiative to do well on exams with the help of Envy

•The time came for Riley to start her first exam

• Anxiety got off the panel and looked around the room

• The other emotions congratulated her work. Anxiety blushed and thanked them with gratitude

• Her eyes moved to you, you were smiling and clapping for her

• Her expression hardened and the previous feelings which were pushed aside had come out

• You caught her staring at you and your smile faltered. Her expression wasn’t readable to you, but she looked annoyed

• Anxiety snapped out of it and chuckled as everyone else went back to what they were doing before. She silently went to her room

• You watched her as she left the room, curious as to why she looked at you like that and left

• You got the bright idea to follow her secretly

• Her bedroom door was cracked and you peaked inside

• You saw her pull out a black box from under her bed and pop the latches open

• Inside was a velvet burgundy bag of a peculiar shape

• You tilted your head in confusion, accidentally touching the door causing it to creak open a little more

• Anxiety jerked her head up with a gasp. She looked toward the door to find you standing there

• Once she realized it was you she didn’t seem anxious, “Hello, my angel.” she said and turned to you

• You waved at her, embarrassed because you were caught. She didn’t put the box away, however

• “All morning I’ve been experiencing this strange sensation. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. When I woke up this morning all I could think about was you and exams. I wanted to do well on our exams but I also wanted you. Those feelings have never coexisted in me before.” she continued, pushing the door closed behind you, “I was really stressed and I still sort of am but I think I know a way to fix it.”

• “After we studied this morning I realized I want to be in control. Want to control the panel and want to control you.” her tone was upbeat and confident, “Do you want to know what I have planned for you?”

• You were speechless, she’d never acted so sure of herself before, it was turning you on. You nodded

• She walked you over to the box she was fiddling with. As you stared down at the velvet bag, she undid the drawstring and pulled the contents out

• It looked like some sort of harness with a lot of straps. You were confused, that was until she set the harness aside and reached into the bag again to pull out a dildo

• Your eyes widened and you gasped, covering your mouth

• “H-how’d you even get that?” you asked her, stuttering

• “How do we get anything around here silly?” she chuckled, “Anyway, this is one of the kinks on my list I wanted to try. I want to use it on you now, if you don’t mind.”

• Still shocked at how direct she was being, your mouth fell agape. You were even more surprised that she wanted to use it on you and not the other way around. You supposed she was feeling really different this morning

• You couldn’t believe that this was going to be the first time Anxiety topped and the first time you guys used a strap-on

• “Since I’m in a dominant mood I’d normally want you to bend over the bed while I put this inside you… but another part of me wants this to be a tender and less rough experience since it’s our first time using this. I do want to see your facial expressions when you take it.” she pondered to herself

• “Oh, I got it! We’ll start slow and intimate then when we’re close to cumming I can flip you over and go rough!” she exclaimed excitedly

• You couldn’t even comprehend everything she was saying, too busy fantasizing about what was about to be done to your body

• She attached the dildo to the harness and removed her pants to fasten it to her

• You stared, almost drooling at what was before your eyes

• You took off your bottoms, revealing your bare pussy

• Then your shirt after, revealing your soft tits. You teased her by pushing them together and groping them with a chuckle

• Anxiety hurriedly took off the rest of her clothes except for her socks. The way you innocently gripped your breasts together had her even more worked up

• She walked over to you and latched her mouth onto your left nipple, sucking sweetly and moaning into the sensation

• She switched to the other warm nipple as you grasped her hair gently

• She came up and gave you a kiss before pushing you back onto the bed

• Anxiety sank down in front of your already wet pussy, “I don’t even have to eat you out, you’re already wet enough for me to slide right in.”

• Her words made you take a sharp breath in as you scooted forward to align the decent sized strap with your hole

• “Go ahead.” you nodded, granting her permission to push in

• She pushed in leisurely. Eventually all of it fit inside you

• It hurt at first because you’ve never had anything this big inside you before. It felt rigid and you could feel the silicon veins

• “Are you okay?” Anxiety asked considerately

• “Yeah, just feel so full.”

• She slowly began moving. You were now chest to chest with her as she held you in her arms while thrusting inside you

• Your delicate moans in her ear made her melt and twitch. She sped up, now rocking in and out

• The repetition of the back and forth motion caused the strap to also rub against Anxiety so that she felt stimulation during the exchange, just as sensitive as you were

• The vibration against her clit made her move faster

• She separated her torso from yours and got up to look at you

• She gripped your waist, looked at the endearing expression displayed across your face

• “You look so good below me y/n. Gonna have to do this more often.” she remarked breathily, “Right now though, I want you against the wall.”

• You smiled up at her wondering how she was going to manage to get you to the wall when you were on the bed

• To your pleasant shock she lifted you up with ease, still inside you. Your legs wrapped around her waist as she slammed you against the wall, kissing you

• “Oh fuck, Anxiety how’d you even do that?” you managed to get out while choking on her kiss

• She made an affirming noise and moved down to bite your neck as she pressed into you vigorously

• Your arms were flung around her neck, you held on for support as the sharp upward thrusts hit your cervix

• With every jolt and propel of the strap you were making some sort of noise. It felt so deep and hot inside you, almost as if it was real

• Your vision went blurry as you gripped harder on the dildo being driven inside you and Anxiety

• You legs started shaking around her as you felt your orgasm approaching quicker than you could process

• “A-An-iety cu-mng” your strained voice muttered aimlessly, hoping she would hear and understand what you were conveying

• “Me too. Hold on my love, I got you.” she gave you a quick peck on the forehead, making her final few thrusts up into you as her legs trembled with pleasure

• She collapsed on the floor with you still in her grasp

• Your orgasm washed over you while in Anxiety’s lap. You both clutched onto each other as the flow of pleasure moved through your body and released

• You two sat there in silence, only exchanging deep breaths for the following few minutes

• When you were ready to move, Anxiety pulled the cream covered strap out of you and unfastened it from her hips, letting it fall

• She lifted you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom

• After the event, the pair of you agreed to soak in the bath together

• You cuddled up to her

• “I love you.” she breathed out tenderly, closing her eyes

• “I love you too.”

• Both of you fell asleep in the bath

• When you woke up, you checked the time

• An hour had passed

•You and Anxiety emerged from the now cold water and got dressed, heading back to the control room

• “Anxiety, where’d you go? Riley finished her exam and the teacher graded them early and gave it back to us. She got an A!” Joy jumped up and ran to Anxiety excitedly

• “Oh, that’s great Joy. Good job everybody. Now we just have to do that good for the rest of the week.” Anxiety said, rubbing her eyes sleepily and yawning

• Everyone agreed, nodding their heads. Disgust eyed Anxiety up and down, suspicious on why she looked so tired when she was so full of energy before she disappeared

• Anxiety made her way to the control panel and pressed a few buttons

• Envy walked up to you and asked what happened to your hair

• You chuckled nervously, brushing down your hair, “nothing”

• Disgust had an epiphany

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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed :)

[raven-dor]

right where you left me pt.3

in which james sirius potter finally gets the girl back

PAIRING: james sirius potter x reader

WARNINGS: GIVEN LAST NAME, making out, ANGST, james is freaking out, self-esteem issues, more making out, light arguing, fluffy ending

AN: this is directly pulled from my wattpad book, which has an oc, so don't be alarmed if when you read it on wattpad it says 'lydia' THAT'S JUST THE OC DON'T WORRY YOU FOUND THE RIGHT BOOK<3 ALSO - i had two people ask for more james sirius, so here it is, enjoy!!

wattpad: raven-dor

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

The past two weeks had been a blur. You couldn't tell anyone anything about them if they had asked, including your latest test in DADA, or how you’d managed to stay sustained. 

You did have a sneaking feeling that Ophelia was filling your plate up for you.

Whenever something devastating happened, your automatic response was to go silent, concluding that it was better to be in the shadows, not drawing attention to yourself any more than you had to. You knew, however, that even with your silence, James was still watching you, insistent on making sure you were alright. 

Except you weren’t alright, because the one good thing that had ever happened to you had been ruined.

It hurt to say his name, to even think about him, to know that this was all your fault because of your insecurity issues and that James inevitably was going to break up with you at some point, so you were honestly doing yourself a favor—there you went again. 

Around and around, that is all you did for weeks. Your friends, who were (unfortunately) used to this coping mechanism, were becoming increasingly concerned the longer you went on.

Fred, who rarely spoke to you, had taken to studying with you in the library. (Roxanne joked that not speaking was throwing the whole world off its axis, as her brother had never once in his life studied.) Teddy even sent you a letter saying that he missed your teasing nature at breakfast and hoped you would visit again. That had James written all over it. 

Today was just another day that Fred wound up studying with you. You appreciated that he didn't talk to you, and instead chose to follow in your footsteps. You also knew that it was a matter of time before he broke. 

"Edwards, I gotta say, I'm impressed at how long you've remained silent. I think it's a new world record." 

You glared at the Gryffindor, looking back down at your notes. Of course, now that you’d begun to appreciate his presence, he opened his mouth.

"No, I'm serious." 

You smiled sarcastically, and he frowned. 

"I'm going to say it because no one else will. You've got to say something. We're concerned." 

We was code for James. 

"And no, I'm not talking about James, although he is concerned. Extremely, might I add. I'm talking about Roxie, Ophelia, Pam, Al, Lily- everyone. You're starting to scare us."

You glanced up, tilting your head. "I've spoken. Just not around you lot." 

His eyes lit up, and he leaned in. "Merlin. I feel like a father witnessing his child's first words-" He shook his head. "I can't say that I understand, because I don't. But, refraining from talking altogether because you're going through a-" He sat back, thinking. "Breakup? I don't know if that's the right word, but you get what I mean." 

You nodded. 

"You don't have to be a chatterbox, but please, speak." 

You nodded once more. "Fine." 

He smiled. "Thanks, Edwards." He looked back down at his book. 

You smiled, clearing your throat. "We're friends, Fred; don't call me by my last name." 

He was now fully grinning. "Terrific." 

Your bed was possibly the last safe place you had in the school. Everywhere you went, you saw reminders of James. Honestly, how many cousins did the man have?

"Y/N? Please come with us. You haven't left your room in weeks." 

You groaned, shaking your head. 

Ophelia crossed her arms. "That wasn't so much a request as a demand. You need fresh air." 

You turned over, glaring at your “supposed” best friend, your stomach in knots at the mere thought of leaving your room. "Technically, all air is fresh because of the-" A pillow hit your face, and you gasped. "Ophelia!"

"Don't name off facts to distract from the real issue. Get dressed. We're leaving in twenty minutes." 

You slammed your face into your pillow. "I curse you, Ophelia Scamander." 

Trudging down the Hogwarts stairs, you forced yourself not to smile at your friend's expressions. Instead, you glared at them. 

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with their presence," Roxanne scoffed. "The ogre lives." 

Pamela smacked her friend's arm, widening her eyes. "Rox. Ease up a bit, will you?"

Ophelia laughed. "Relax, Pammy. Y/N’s fine." 

Pamela rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath. You nodded, hooking your arms between Pam and Roxanne. "I'm fine, honestly. Tease me all you want." 

Ophelia laughed, hooking her arm through Roxannes. "You're going to regret saying that, Lyd." 

Unfortunately for you, Ophelia had been right. The fresh air rejuvenated your soul, and a smile lingered on your face. You hadn't been this happy for weeks, and giggling while your friends pointed out hideous clothes for you to wear (jokingly, of course) had lifted your spirits immensely. 

They stopped by the bookstore, but you hadn't found anything you hadn't already read. They'd quickly left, walking to their final destination, The Three Broomsticks.

You were three butterbeers deep, cackling at your friend's antics. Apparently, while you’d been moping, Albus and Jones had gotten into a public screaming match at breakfast. Smythe had had to drag Jones away, as she was basically seething by the end. 

Just as you and Ophelia had gotten up to get another round, James walked in, instantly finding your eyes. Ophelia grabbed your hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "Do you want to leave?"

"No, it's fine." You grabbed the tray from Madam Rosemerta, smiling gratefully. "I'll be fine." 

They sat down, passing out the drinks. Roxanne tilted her head. "You saw James then?" 

You nodded slowly. 

"Are we leaving?" 

You shook your head. "No need."  

Your friends looked highly confused. "Sorry?"

"We have the same friends; it was only a matter of time before I saw him again." 

Roxanne smiled. "That's nice, I suppose." James waved at his cousin, making his way over. "He's coming over."  

"Roxie, I really don't care." 

Pam grimaced. "That's good because he doesn't seem to either." 

Roxanne groaned. "Godric, that boy cannot take a hint." 

You almost laughed at how visibly uncomfortable Fred looked, trailing behind James. Roxanne stared at her twin, and you wondered if twins had telepathic mind powers. The brunette approached the table, his hands in his pockets. "Ladies." 

They all spout hellos.  

You nodded, taking a deep drink of your butterbeer. 

James smiled lightly. "Have any fun today?"

You couldn't bring yourself to look up from the table. 

Pam nodded. "We did, yeah. Went to the bookstore." 

James laughed, and you felt weak in the knees. "Coven Chronicles? All the classics there." You could feel his eyes burning into you, and your cheeks lit up at the thought. 

You took another deep sip of your drink, and James sighed, realizing you wouldn't look at him. "Well, it was nice seeing you." 

You looked up as soon as he turned his back, smiling sheepishly. "See? Not awkward at all." 

Pam snorted, covering her face with her hands. "Sorry- I just-" 

Ophelia shook her head in disappointment but also broke out into laughter. And then Roxanne cracked. "I'm sorry, Lyd. That was just-" 

You nodded. "Uncomfortable?" You snorted. "Rowena, I ruined everything!"

Roxanne held her stomach, bending over in laughter. "I'm never forgetting this!"

Missing out on two weeks of crucial information during one of your last years at Hogwarts made you realize you had to start paying attention in class. Catching up left no time to dwell on your horrible life, which was nice. You were so busy staying at the top of your class you’d almost forgotten how sad you were. 

But when it was late, and your roommates were asleep, you would stare at the ceiling and fantasize about your life. You would be married, a successful auror, maybe even Minister of Magic, and your loving husband-

Then you remembered you had a pop quiz in Potions the following day. 

It'd been a relatively nice day when you were on your way to the library, walking past two girls who seemed to not realize you were actively listening to their loud gossip. 

"Can you believe Angelica is dating Potter? And I thought he and Edwards were—" The other girl nudged her friend, pointing at you. They both widened their eyes and bowed heads, hurrying down the hall. It was unfortunate timing, you’d decided, and tried not to dwell on it. 

Until you wondered if Roxanna and Fred knew, and brought it up while they studied. 

"So Rox..." 

Your friend looked up, smiling. "Yeah?"

"Do you know any Hufflepuffs named Angelica?"

 She squinted, staring at her friend with a newfound interest. "Yes. Why?"

"Just curious." 

Roxanne laughed. "Promise?"

You nodded. "Promise." 

"This wouldn't have anything to do with the rumor that Angelica and James are dating, would it?"

Fred laughed, looking up from his paper. "Well, now you've done it. You've distracted me. What's this about James?"

She leaned over to her brother, whispering in his ear. His eyes lit up with mischief, and he looked at you curiously. You rolled your eyes, glaring at the twins. "Stop talking about me when I'm right here." 

Fred crossed his arms. "Wish it was you?"

The Ravenclaw choked on air, coughing nervously. "What are you on about?"

"Why the sudden interest in James's love life? Miss him following you around like a lovesick puppy dog?"

"No-" 

Roxanne crossed her arms as well. "I don't think we're the people to ask about this." 

"I'm just wondering-" 

Fred shook his head. "I may be your friend, but James is my cousin. And you've hurt him-" 

"You don't even know why we stopped dating Fred." You hadn't even realized it, but you were now on the verge of crying. 

Fred looked downright ghostly. "Did he-" 

"No! No. He was perfect." You groaned, putting your head in your hands. "I broke up with him. I'm not good enough for him. He's Harry Potter's son, for Merlin's sake, and I'm-" 

"Y/N Edwards." Roxanne interrupted. "The smartest in our year, probably at Hogwarts. You're a muggle-born, meaning you have to work twice as hard. You’re a prefect and probably on track to become Minister of Magic. Poor Aunt Hermione." She took her friend's hand in hers. "You're just as important as he is."

You scoffed. "While I appreciate the compliments, try telling that to his fan club." 

Fred rolled his eyes. "You mean to tell me you broke it off with James because of his fan club?"

"They may have been a contributing factor..." 

"You don't have to tell us what happened, but you have to know that James would never leave you for fans he doesn't even know." 

"It's not that. They-" You laughed. "This is ridiculous." 

Roxanne shook her head. "No, it's not." 

"After we'd started talking, I heard his fans say how they think he's dating someone and how they’re probably a slag and not good enough for him. They went on and on about how they hate them already and-" You scoffed, shaking your head. "It's stupid." 

"Did you tell James this?"

"No." You stared at Fred. "And I don't want him to know." 

"Y/N, come on. If he knew about this, he would tell them off in an instant-" 

"Exactly. He doesn't need to do that. I- He should be with someone strong enough to endure people gossiping about them." 

Roxanne sighed. "That wasn't gossiping; that was two people tearing someone they don't even know." 

"Anyhow, we broke it off- well, I broke it off because I can't handle being talked about like that every day, and he wanted to be public. It's not fair to him or me." 

Fred sat in silence while Roxanne tried to come up with solutions. "Maybe we could talk to McGonagall about them and see what she can do."

"I'm not getting two students expelled over gossiping. Hogwarts would be empty if that were the case. It's honestly fine; just let it go." 

"You love him," Fred said, staring at Y/N.

"Excuse me?"

"You love James." 

"What's your point, Fred?"

"You love him, and he loves you, so if you brought this up to him, would you not figure something out?"

"Yes, but-" 

"I know. You already brought this up to him. But you didn't tell him the full story, did you?"

"Technically speaking, no, but you're forgetting one small detail." 

"What's that?"

"He's dating someone else." 

"You need to sort this out, and then once you're back together, you owe all of your friends butterbeer."

Roxie nodded. "Especially us." 

"Right. Especially us." 

"James!" You yelled out, waving at him from across the very public hallway. Students looked in between the two, shrugging before going on with their day. James pointed to himself, and you nodded, walking up to him. "You're the only James here." 

He smiled. "True." 

"Can we talk?" 

"Lead the way." 

The astronomy tower was quiet, and classes were done for the day. You stood at the edge, gathering the courage to tell him the truth.

"Y/N?" Your breath caught, and you turned around, smiling lightly. "As much as I love this view, why exactly are we here?" 

You smiled, walking towards him. "I need to ask you something, and you can't laugh."  

He forced down a smile. "Alright." 

"This is stupid, really..." You huffed. "Are you dating Angelica Stewart?"

He smirked, tilting his head. "Who?"

"Hufflepuff in our year, same height as me, brown hair?" You crossed your arms, annoyed at his face and how calm it looked. "Well?" 

"No idea who that is, love." He walked closer, staring down at you in amusement. "Is this your little ploy to get me alone? I have to tell you, your plan did not need to be this elaborate-" 

"Please focus. You swear you don't know who that is?"

"I swear." 

"On quidditch?" 

He tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling. "On quidditch." 

You had a sneaking feeling that he was not thinking about quidditch. 

"James, I'm being serious." 

"I know." He leaned down, their lips inches apart. "It's very attractive, I must say."  

"Potter!" A smile cracked on your face.

He stood straight again, walking towards the edge. You watched as he looked out over the school. "Why are you asking?" 

"Call it curiosity." 

He shook his head. "Don't lie, love." 

You stood beside him, your hand inches away from his. "I could be slightly jealous." You smirked. "Happy?"

"Immensely." He looked over at you, his voice soft. "Why are you jealous?" 

"You said that I was your standard, that you loved me, and- and then you went and dated someone else. Like I was nothing. It hurt." 

"Y/N..." He was now fully facing you. "You had to have known that it wasn't true. That I wasn't dating her." 

"You're James Potter. I'm pretty sure everyone in this school is in love with you." 

He scoffed. "Everyone except the one person that I’m in love with."

"James..." 

He smiled, leaning down. "Yes?" 

"I'm scared." 

He sighed, looking back out over the railing. "Why?"

"You know why. My own sister hates me. If she doesn't even love me, then what does that say?"

"It says that she's a horrible person, and if I ever have the displeasure of meeting her, she’ll change her mind." 

"James!" You laughed, smacking his arm. 

"I'm serious." He laughed, staring at you. "That can't be the only reason stopping you."  

"How do you know?" 

"Because I know when you're lying." He tilted his head. "What aren't you telling me?" 

"You're only going to be upset." 

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm already upset." He took your hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb. "You can tell me." 

You sighed. "You said you'd protect me from the talk." 

He nodded. "I did." 

"Well..." You smiled sheepishly. "You didn't exactly." 

He looked angry. "What?"  

You laughed. "It was nothing, really-" 

He shook his head. "If it made you feel like you weren't good enough for me, it wasn't nothing." He scoffed. "Which, by the way, is insanity. If anything, I'm not good enough for you." 

"James-" 

"No. We're not starting this again." He took both of your hands in his, a look of desperation on his face. "Please. Just tell me what happened." 

"James... I don't want to open a healed wound." 

"Stop doing that. Merlin, you don't even know how much I love you." Your cheeks were red, but you still looked at him. "Stop running away! I love you. I'll say it until I can't physically form the words: I love you. And I know that you love me, so tell me, and let's figure this out."

"I'm not running away," you whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I'm not strong enough, and I'd only become a hassle."

"Funny. You have this really interesting trick where when you open your mouth, your sister's voice comes out."

"James, I'm being serious."

"So am I." He looked helpless, squeezing your hands. "Tell me what happened."

"I-" You realized right then why you were not sorted into Gryffindor. This was scarier than anything you’d ever experienced. You looked down at your hands, rambling. 

"The morning before we broke up, I heard two girls gossiping at the top of their lungs. Some rumor about you that was going about who you were seeing." You blushed. "And I listened in. They said that they’re probably a slag and not good enough for you and that they hate them already.' It was petty."  

You looked up, your eyebrows furrowing. "James?"

"Who was it?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don’t see how that’s relevant." 

He glared. "Y/N, you are going to tell me who they are, and I am going to-" 

"Give them a serious talking to?" You scoffed. "It's not worth it." 

"They're quite literally the reason that I lost you. It is completely worth it."  

"Jamie..." You pulled your hands out of his hold, putting them on his cheeks. "You are such a protector; it's your most admirable trait..." His cheeks turned red. "But sometimes it's braver to do nothing." 

He shook his head. "Not when it hurt you." 

"James, I'm telling you, I don't want you to do anything." You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. "You being here with me is enough." 

His arms wrapped around your waist, and you gasped, looking down accusingly. "James Potter, what are you-" 

"I want to kiss you." His eyes looked dark, the brown, golden color of his irises barely visible. "I want to kiss you until my lungs give out." 

"James!" You giggled. "We can't."

"And why not?" He didn't find this amusing in the slightest. 

"For one, we're in public." 

He groaned, leaning his head back. You tried not to jump up right then and kiss the living daylights out of him. "When are you going to let me kiss you again?" 

You tapped her chin, thinking. "How about tomorrow?"

He held his head upright, nodding. "I can do that." 

You pulled yourself out of his arms, knowing that if you stayed any longer, you’d give into his charms. "I'll see you tomorrow."  

He grinned. "Tomorrow." 

Sleep hadn't come easy to you that night, but when you did finally close your eyes, you were caught in a deep deep slumber. Ophelia laughed at your rather uncomfortable-looking position. Your legs were off the sides, mouth wide open, snoring extremely loudly. 

Ophelia sighed, clearing her throat. You groaned, rubbing your eyes. 

"What time is it?" 

Ophelia laughed. "Breakfast." 

Your eyes shot wide open. "I'll be right down." 

Ophelia squinted her eyes, thrown off by her friend's enthusiasm. "Alright then. I'll see you in a bit." 

You jumped out of bed, putting on the cutest outfit you could conjure. Fixing your hair haphazardly, you flew down the steps, waving at onlookers. The doors of the Great Hall burst open, and you walked in, James's eyes meeting yours instantly. You practically ran past your table, straight towards his arms. 

He stood up, a boyish grin on his face.

You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. James let out an audible squeak before grabbing your waist quickly, his heart skipping a beat. The hall fell into whispers and gasps, all staring at the couple. They broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other. 

"I love you too, James." 

He laughed at your face, which looked positively crazed. "You actually meant tomorrow." 

You nodded. "I'm done being scared." You kissed the side of his mouth. "I mean it." 

He spun you around, kissing you once more. "Thank Godric." 

"Are you two done?" They looked over, laughing at Fred's expression. "You've positively ruined my appetite." 

You stuck your tongue out at the Weasley. "This was all your doing, Fred." 

James looked surprised. "Thanks, mate." 

Fred laughed. "I regret it now." 

Roxanne rolled her eyes. "Shut it." She smiled at the couple. "Congrats, really. It's about time. I was tired of all the moping." 

You glared at your friend. "Thanks for that." Looking back at James, you sighed. "I have to go-" 

He shook his head. "You're sitting here." 

"James..." 

"I'm putting my foot down, Edwards."

"Well," You laughed. "If you insist." 

Fred glanced in between the two. "Don't forget Y/N. You still owe us all butterbeer."

"You were being serious?" 

"No." He shook his head. "I was being Fred." 

Roxanne groaned, shaking her head. "Horrible joke, Freddie." 

James shrugged. "I was planning on going to Hogsmeade anyway." He looked over at Ophelia and Pamela, who were obviously trying to listen to their conversation. "Oi!" He yelled at the two. "Hogsmeade?" 

They nodded eagerly. 

The bookstore was never busy, but today, with their friends in tow, the owner looked like she would combust. You had almost felt bad; there probably hadn't been more than two students in here at a time. James held your hand, dragging you down the aisles. "What do you want?" 

"James, really, I've already read most of these books." 

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you have." He kept walking. "Any other books that your sister is holding hostage?" 

"The Great Gatsby." You perked up. "Although, I don't think it'd be in here. F Scott Fitzgerald wasn't a squib or a wizard." 

James hadn't been listening, walking up to the shop owner with determination on his face. "Excuse me, miss. The love of my life would like to find The Great Gazby-" 

You interjected. "The Great Gatsby." 

He nodded. "That one. Any chance you have it in stock?" 

The older witch looked positively fed up with James already. "Let me look in the back." 

"Perfect." He smiled. "Thank you." 

You laughed. "She's never letting you back in here." 

"Why not?" He looked clueless. "She loves me." 

"Oh, James." You put a hand on his cheek, laughing. "Clueless, clueless James." 

He kissed your hand, scoffing. "You have absolutely no faith in me." 

"Not true. I have so much faith in you. It's just-" The witch walked back through the door, and you whispered. "I'm typically right in these scenarios." 

The older woman huffed. "I have one copy."

James grinned, looking down at you with a look that screamed, 'I told you so.' "We'll take it." 

"Very well." She walked over to the register. "That'll be one galleon." 

James handed over the money, taking the book. "Thank you very much." 

She nodded, obviously wanting to be rid of him. "Have a good day." 

You pulled him out of the shop before the witch combusted. 

Fred hooked his arm around James's shoulders, obviously drunk. "Jamie, Jamie. You got a good one." 

He laughed at his cousin. "Thank you, Freddie." 

"I mean it." 

"I know Freddie." 

You giggled at the two, leaning your head on Roxanne's shoulder. "They're hilarious." 

"Don't let them hear that." Roxanne scoffed. "They already think they're Merlin's gift to this earth." 

You turned around, taking a quick look at Ophelia and Pam, who were trailing behind the entire group. "Any idea what's going on there?" 

Roxanne shrugged. "Not entirely, but something definitely happened this summer." 

You nodded. "No doubt about it." 

In your opinion, the light dusting of snow on the ground was the perfect amount. It wasn't enough to soak through your shoes and make your feet cold, but it was enough to make it feel like winter. It crunched when you walked, and most importantly, it was peaceful. 

"Love!" You looked up, smiling at James. 

"Yes, my darling?" 

Roxanne groaned. 

James left his cousin, and Roxanne walked up to her brother. He hooked an arm around your waist, halting your steps. "I love you." 

You grinned, nuzzling your face into his chest for warmth. "You're making me blush." 

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" He laughed. "People will think you like me." 

"Let them think what they want." You looked up. "I do like you." 

He nodded, blush forming on his cheeks as well. "I know, love." 

"I like you so much that I'm going to give you a headstart." 

He tilted his head. "For?"

"Snowball fight, Potter." You grinned. "You and me. No magic." 

"You're going to lose." He smirked, kissing the tip of your nose. "You sure?" 

"Oh, I'm sure." You laughed. "You're going down, Potter." 

You broke away from his hold, giggling. "No mercy." Kneeling, you formed a snowball as quickly as you could before throwing it at James's face. He gasped, the snow melting from the warmth of his skin.

"You're going to regret that love."

You ran forward, using Pamela as a shield. "What are you doing Y/N-" A snowball collided with the back of her head, and she laughed. "Oh, it's on Potter!" 

James winced. "That wasn't meant for you!" 

"Too late!" Pamela was already forming a snowball. Fred ran to his cousin's side. 

"Don't worry, Jamie, I'll help you." He glared playfully at Y/N. "Someone obviously doesn't love you enough to protect you." 

You laughed, throwing a snowball at the Gryffindor. "Don't put words in my mouth, Fred Weasley!" 

Ophelia giggled. "I think I'll sit this out." 

Roxanne handed a snowball to you. "Let's do this." 

James groaned. "That's not fair. Roxie's a great shot." 

Fred gasped, looking over at his cousin like he'd been betrayed. "Jamie?" 

"You know what I meant, Freddie." 

Fred shook his head. "I don't think I do." He began to walk over to the girls, and James yelled. "Fred, come on!" 

You laughed, crossing your arms. "Looks like you're on the losing side, Potter. Want to give up?" 

He shook his head. "Never." 

Your breath could be seen thanks to the cold. Shivering, you glared at your boyfriend. "Fantastic idea James. Now I'm freezing." 

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, so now that you're cold, it's my idea?" You nodded, and he laughed. "Fine. You do know we have spells that fix that?" 

You nodded once more. "I know."

He put his arm around your shoulders, and you sighed, instantly warming. "How clever." 

"Thank you." You smirked. They clambered into the castle, sighing in relief from the warmth. You two, however, walked further down the hall, away from your friends. 

"Oi!" They turned around, and Fred crossed his arms. "Where are you both going?" 

You raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know." 

He rolled his eyes. "Obviously, that's why I'm asking." 

"I'll be up in a bit, Fred." James waved his cousin off. "You'll be fine." Taking James's hand in yours, you practically pulled him towards the kitchens. 

"How do you know how to get in here?" 

You smiled. "I figured it out myself, thank you very much." Reaching your hand out, you lightly tickled the pear on the painting. The wall folded in on itself, and they walked through. "I always come down here when I-" You stopped. "Jones?"

A figure sat in the chair and froze. A blonde girl stood up, wiping tears from her cheeks. "Edwards, happy holidays." 

James tilted his head. "How do you two know each other?" 

"Edmund Nott introduced us." You stepped forward, concern etched on your face. "Are you alright, Juliet?" 

The Slytherin nodded. "I'm fine." 

You crossed your arms. "Just crying for fun, I suppose?" 

'Jones' nodded. "I'll leave. Sorry for the intrusion." 

"Jones..." 

The younger girl walked quickly past James and out of the kitchen. He looked back at you, the same worried look on your face as before. "What year is she?" 

"Same as Albus." 

"Ah." James laughed, sitting down in the large leather seats. "That's the infamous Jones." 

You nodded. "The very same." 

"Albus talks about how aggravating she is all the time," he murmured. "I'm getting aggravated with him, to be honest." 

You smiled. "I'm sure it's very annoying hearing your brother constantly talk about someone." 

He scoffed. "Are you talking about me?" 

You nodded, smirking. "Now, cocoa or cider?" 

James laughed. "Cocoa, please." 

You approached the kitchen counter, conjuring them both up a steaming mug. You sat them down on the end table, staring at the fire. "I'm sorry, James." 

He raised his eyebrows. "What reason would you have to be sorry?" 

You looked over at him, her eyes glassy. "I'm the reason we weren't together this entire time." 

He shook his head, grabbing your hands in his. "You need to stop dwelling on the past. We're together now, yeah? That's all that matters." 

"But-" 

"Edwards, if you don't stop, I will kiss you." 

You laughed. "Oh no. Please don't!"

He nodded. "That's what I thought." He looked back at the fire. "Don't worry; next time you get spooked, I'm not letting you go." 

"Good." You smiled, kissing the back of his hand. "I'm holding you to it."

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I am once again coming into your askbox to dump my headcannons.

Armand is 100% paying for Daniel’s top surgery, the fact that he canonically spoils his lovers (*cough* night island *cough*). He definitely would be over the top (positive) about taking care of Danny post surgery too. Armand also definitely wants to examine the drains and other medical stuff :)

yk how when you get top surgery, a lot of the time your nipples loose sensation? I think once Daniel further recovered, Armand would wanna see if that’s the case for Daniel bc he’s definitely been autistically researching about this and is just waiting for the chance to start poking and prodding at Danny’s chest 💀. Daniel would also loose his mind at being examined like this bc he’s a horny freak <3 (when bae examines you like you’re gonna be dissected 🤤😍 AWOOOGA)

Also relating to Daniel’s adhd and Armand’s Autism, IMAGINE THEM WITH A SHARED HYPERFIXATION/SPECIAL INTEREST OH MY GOD!!!! this line of thought reminds me of the part in the books where Daniel is teaching Armand about the modern world, and they’re just doing a bunch of random shit together 😭 LIKE JUMPING FROM DIFFERENT FIXATIONS OHHH MY GODDDDD.

Anyways thanks for letting me ramble!! I hope you’re doing well <3 Don’t really have anything cohesive to wrap this up with other than a sensory experience I think Armand fucks with is that floral foam stuff ‼️

YAY HEADCANONS ‼️‼️‼️

omggg Armand sugar Daddying Daniel’s top surgery with his fraud money and being autistically fascinated by the medical and anatomy shit is so canonnn I love that 😭😭 Peak freak for freak omg. I need an “Armand tests Daniels post top surgery nipples out and Daniel gets horny over being treated like a test subject��� fic SO BAD, anon ur so brilliant ur mind is a beautiful place.

THE SHARED FIXATION HEAD CANON IS CANON AS HELL!!! Peak neurodivergent romance is bonding over shared brain rot omg that’s so cute, so them. We know from blood and gold that Daniel def fixates on similar things to Armand (model trains definitely fall into the mundane technology realm) so they absolutely had a bunch of moments where Armand is like lover we must go to the car wash to study how the automobiles behave and Daniel is like ugh baby I’m so tired wait omg fr 😮‼️ that sounds so fucking fun let’s do this

thank u sm anon I love ur head canons <333 Armand ABSOLUTELY fucks with floral foam, beautiful incredible ten out of ten no notes

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Between the serving and Her smile

Chapter 7. Easter holidays

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Oliver Wood x fem!OC, Charlie Weasley x f!OC, <?> Warning: fluff, mutual pining, friends-to-lovers, drama, first love, jealous

a/n: Studying absorbed me a little and a little autumn apathy took all my time, I will try to update the story more often. Besides, I definitely uploaded this part, but for some reason it was never processed…I just realized that I threw it into another channel, oh

General summary: He was the captain and keeper of the Gryffindor team, and his quest to win the Quidditch Cup became an obsessive goal. All his thoughts revolved around tactics, training and strategies, but sometimes his own heart reminded him of another, equally important side of life. He believed that love and Quidditch could coexist in his life. He swore to himself that he would do everything possible to preserve these two treasures, even if it required the impossible from him.

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But fate decided to test her strength once again when the Easter holidays came, and many students went home. There were fewer students left in the castle, and the corridors, usually filled with noise and bustle, were quiet and almost empty. The atmosphere at this time was reminiscent of an ancient abandoned castle, where time seemed to slow down, and every sound echoed along the ancient walls.

But some decided not to waste time on leaving and returning, stayed within the walls of the school, usually studied in the library and completed assignments. This year, Margaret's parents planned a vacation, and not wanting to be the odd man out, which she is not, according to Miranda, decided to stay at Hogwarts anyway, Sophie and Emma left, as their parents insisted that they be home.

"Are you sure you want to stay here?" Sophie asked, frowning a little as she packed her things.

"Yes," Margaret said, trying to sound confident, "I'll have a little discouragement, or I'll sit in the library and read something interesting, don't worry."

"I could have asked my parents, they would definitely not refuse to accept a guest," Sophie suggested with complete concern.

"Thank you, but I really want to stay."

Emma, who had been silent until now, suddenly leaned over and looked straight into Margaret's eyes.

"Be careful," her voice said quietly but seriously, "Stay in Gryffindor Tower. If something goes wrong, run right away and don't get out until it's safe," Emma warned her.

Margaret knew that the girls were worried about her, but how much longer would she be a shadow? Once she had fought back, she no longer dared to act rashly and be overconfident. Left alone, she tried to be in crowded places, but gradually there were fewer and fewer students, and she had to hide more often in the library or in her room. A familiar sense of anxiety came over her when she learned that those she had diligently avoided had also stayed at school, and the thought that they would find her again made her heart beat faster. Trying to stick to the safe routes she had developed before, but knowing that such a plan could collapse at any moment, she sat in the safe living room for hours.

One day, returning to the tower, it seemed to her that she heard footsteps behind her, but not the usual ones, these were heavy, intending to follow her. Speeding up, trying to avoid pursuit, but the footsteps also accelerated, in a panic, she turned into one of the side corridors, hoping to confuse her pursuer, but she was wrong when she realized that she was in a dead end, it was too late. Voices filled with venom rang out behind him, and several familiar figures emerged from the shadows.

"Look who we've found here," one of the Slytherins growled as they blocked the exit from the narrow corridor, "Half-blood, alone, without her protectors."

"Well, you've been avoiding us for so long, but now you can't run away," said the one who held her last time.

Margaret clenched her fists, feeling fear begin to build in her chest, there was no way to escape. She tried to remind herself that she had to be brave, but the others supported him by throwing derogatory phrases that made Margaret shake inside.

"You should have left, run away, as usual, why are you so stupid," the guys did not calm down.

"Did you think you could hide behind your friends forever?" Another added.

Before she could do anything, she was again pinned against the wall, hitting a cold rock, and her hands were once again roughly grabbed.

"Leave me alone... Please, it's the same situation again, she's surrounded by them, in the corridors and no one around. Tears came again, but they were not allowed to be shed, not to be satisfied with her weakness. She knew she had to take care of herself, but now it seemed impossible.

Their discussion of what they could do to her, and every cold, mocking laugh, cut her soul like a knife.

"No one will defend someone like you, you don't have to hope, we're alone here."

Their words hit her harder than she expected, memories began to pop up in her head, which she had been trying to suppress for a long time. Memories of how in elementary school, children who absorbed the words of their parents refused to be friends with her.

"Nobody needs you," they said then. "Neither to my mother, nor to my father, nor to us.

Those words, uttered by childish cruelty, wounded her to the core and left scars that still haven't healed, and the little child she was then just couldn't understand why she was being rejected like that. Why her existence seemed to others something shameful, unnecessary. She tried to be kind, to be helpful, hoping that if she was good enough, she would be accepted. For hours she sat alone on the playground, watching others play, laugh, but for them she was unwanted and alien.

Memories became more and more painful, resurfaced like old bleeding wounds. She remembered how once, when she was very young, she accidentally overheard a conversation between her grandparents, who were discussing events from the life of their son, and their voices sounded cold, cruel logic.

"Bennett started dating another woman, as I understand she is his colleague," my grandmother said, sighing, "If they are serious and she does not accept Margaret, then who knows what will happen to her... Maybe she will be given to an orphanage.

"Her father has long lost interest in her. I think he's already come to terms with the fact that he doesn't need her," Grandpa said with grim confidence, "Who will continue to take care of her if we are gone?

They seemed to be discussing something insignificant, as if it were an unnecessary thing, without even noticing how the child stood outside the door and listened to each of their cruel and cold forecasts. These words were then deeply imprinted in her memory, like a poisonous thorn. She was too young to understand the whole picture, but old enough to realize that there was no place for warmth or care in her life. And despite the hope that she will forget everything when she grows up.

"He will not forget," thought Margaret then, listening to their cold words, "I will not forget."

As if blow after blow, her mind was filled with memories of her father's neglect and coldness, who for a long time could not accept her as his daughter. These thoughts swirled in my head, and the fear gradually grew into something more. Her thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of negative memories, and fear began to shackle her again. She remembered her father's disdain, which for a long time could not accept her, as if she were a burden, he rarely spoke and always his every word, every gesture was devoid of warmth and love, his gaze was empty and detached, she was only a reminder of the woman he had lost.

There was only contempt around her, and she felt as lonely as she had when she was a little girl. Her confidence, which she had been trying to strengthen for so long, began to crumble under the pressure of these memories.

Margaret didn't notice how she began to tremble, and she didn't realize that her emotions were beginning to affect the magic around her. The windows in the hallway shook, the glass shook, reflecting her inner storm, as if an invisible force was trying to break out.

"What is this, what is happening?" One of them turned around in a slight confusion.

"It's her," muttered the other in disbelief.

"Look, we also have uncontrollable magic here," one of the students said with a sneer, who was bolder when he saw what was happening.

But she didn't hear, her mind was completely consumed by a whirlwind of negative thoughts that began to look for a way out. The vibration in the air intensified as she was in the dark and didn't know how to get out of the nightmare. The windows cracked as if they were about to burst, and the floor began to shake, she lost control of her emotions, and with it her magic. In this chaos, she had to pull herself together, stop before harming not only herself, but also those around her.

One of them panicked in his voice as he sensed that the situation was getting worse, "We didn't mean to...

And his heart was glowing with a tiny hope. Maybe someone will still notice its absence? Maybe someone will pay attention to strange sounds in the corridors? Though the thought was weak, it did not allow her to give up to the end. Suddenly, a tall silhouette appeared in front of her and instinctively closed her eyes and waited for a blow or worse, but nothing followed, only a voice full of determination cut through the air.

"Get out of here before I make you regret it," he appeared around the corner, quickly assessing the situation without hesitation, and stood between Margaret and the group of Slytherins.

Slytherins were stunned, confident that no one else would show up, so they acted confidently.

"It's none of your business, Wood," one of the guys tried to snap back, but his voice faltered, "She's a half-breed and shouldn't be here..."

"I said get out," Oliver interrupted, his voice firmer. "Otherwise, we'll talk to the dean." Believe me, you won't like it.

They exchanged glances, assessing the risks, and then, muttering something under their breath in displeasure, began to disperse, giving Margaret and Oliver angry glances.

When they finally disappeared around the corner, Margaret could hardly catch her breath. Only now did she realize that her whole body was trembling, and her thoughts were still immersed in chaos. The windows in the corridor stopped rattling, but small cracks could be seen on them, and silence enveloped the castle again. Still in a state of shock, but gradually realizing what had happened and what could have happened if no one had appeared. She looked at Oliver, not immediately believing that he had really come to her aid, and so decisively.

"Are you okay?" he asked, turning to her and gently touching her shoulder. There was concern and concern in his eyes. "They didn't hurt you?"

He carefully studied her face, and then began to examine her body for wounds and noticed several bruises, not only fresh, but also those that had already healed.

Margaret was still silent, not quite believing in the reality of what was happening. Then, feeling her body begin to relax, she nodded.

"Thank you, Oliver," she said quietly, trying to pull herself together. "You... You've come just in time.

The support of Emma, Sophie, and the twins had been tremendous for her, but now, standing in front of Oliver, who had protected her from a real threat, she felt something new.

"I just happened to be nearby," he said with a slight smile, but his gaze was serious. "If something like this happens again, you can always turn to me.

Margaret felt the warmth in his words. Oliver was one of those who always kept to himself, dedicating his time to Quidditch and the team, but now he showed them his care and support.

"I'll try," she replied, feeling the ice that had been accumulating there all these years melt in her chest. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't appeared.

He held out his hand to her, inviting her to follow him. Margaret hesitated, now she felt safe next to him, but what if those guys returned, gathering the rest of their strength, accepted his help. They began to move along the corridors, which now seemed a little less threatening.

As they entered the Gryffindor living room, Margaret felt the warmth of the fire in the fireplace and the familiar smell of comfort. Oliver looked at her once more, as if to make sure she was all right, before saying:

"If you want to talk about it, I'll be happy to hear from you," he suggested.

After a little hesitation before answering, but deciding that it would not get worse and that it was worth sharing at least part of what was happening.

"Yes, there is not much to talk about," she began, sighing a little, "They overheard my conversation with my friends and decided to show their nature in all its glory. A little more than six months have passed since then, at first I did not understand what was happening, then it got worse and worse, but I was good at avoiding them, until now," she shuddered, remembering the events of the past.

Oliver listened attentively, trying not to interrupt, but his face showed surprise and reparation.

"Because you're a half-breed?" Oliver asked in bewilderment, trying to realize how far some wizards could fall. He knew about prejudice and what pure-blood families could be, but he had never encountered such a thing, "So...

"Actually, I grew up among Muggles, and all of this," she looked around the room, "It's more like a fairy tale I've read before, and once here, realizing that it's all real and just... Unbelievable," she said admiringly.

Completely relaxed, she began to share the events of her life, they had never been so close, but right now this rapprochement gave a sense of calm. Since Emma and Sophie have gone home, we can use this time to make up for lost communication with Oliver Wood, since he also stayed. Despite the fact that they studied together, their paths rarely crossed. He was passionate about Quidditch, devoting almost every free minute to practicing and studying while Margaret spent time with friends, beat the twins, read in the library, and studied ancient runes with Percy.

"And how do you feel about getting acquainted with the world of magic," Oliver asked curiously.

— It was not easy, everything turned out to be a little more complicated and... more interesting than I could have imagined," she laughed, recalling the events of the early days, "When I first met Sir Nicholas, I was so frightened, Miranda, my stepmother, used to say that ghosts don't exist, when I was afraid to fall asleep, and I believed her... But she was wrong.

"Sir Nicholas, isn't he?" Oliver grinned, imagining her frightened face from meeting the translucent spirit, "Of course, he looks quite ... gloomy, especially if you don't know it's harmless.

"Yes," she smiled, her eyes glowing with a soft light as she remembered her first experience in the world of magic, "And in the Muggle world, photographs are always still, and here... I "met" my mother for the first time.

Oliver stared at her intently, and his heart involuntarily skipped a beat as she finally smiled genuinely. Her smile was so bright and beautiful that he suddenly realized how much he liked to see her happy. He quickly looked away, trying to hide his emotions.

"Well, you won't get bored with such adventures," he teased, trying to defuse the atmosphere

"But you know, despite all this, I still love Hogwarts.

— How can you not love a place where so many amazing things happen? He winked at her.

They talked a little more, and as Margaret felt better as she was about to leave, he looked at her again, making sure that she was really all right.

"If you need to talk again, or just chat about something, don't hesitate," he said, "I'm always there."

"Thank you, Oliver, I'll remember that," and again she smiled at him, feeling real concern in his words.

With that, she got up and walked towards the stairs leading to the bedrooms.

"You know, you're completely different when you smile," he said unexpectedly a little quieter, "That's good. This is how it should be.

Margaret turned, looking at him blushing, but her smile only widened. Oliver remained sitting by the fire, feeling something change inside him.

Now that they both had some free time, Margaret decided that this was the perfect opportunity to get to know Oliver better, she couldn't deny that she felt safe with him, after the recent events, and she wanted to spend more time with him, and when she offered to spend time together the next day, his reaction was instant and predictable.

"Of course," he said enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling like those of a child who has been offered a favorite treat, "Shall we go to the Quidditch field?" You can help me practice if you want. I need someone to throw me balls.

Margaret smiled, though she knew in her heart that Oliver could think of nothing but Quidditch and what else she was expecting. But she didn't mind—if it was his way of spending time together, then why not?

"All right," she agreed. "I'll go, change into suitable clothes and meet me on the field."

When she approached the field, Oliver was already preparing for training. He was in his uniform, with a broom in his hands and a resolute expression on his face. There seemed to be a special energy in his movements, as if the very thought of Quidditch filled his life. Margaret was a little excited, but tried not to show it, Oliver was not only a passionate player, but also demanding, even to herself.

"So," Oliver began, showing her the balls. His voice was confident but warm, "It's the quaffles." Your task is to throw them into the hoops, and I will try to beat them off. Don't worry if it doesn't work out at first, it's all about practice.

Margaret nodded, picking up one of the balls. It was heavier than she expected, but that only added to her determination. Taking off on the broom and taking the right position, she concentrated, aiming at the ring. At first, she was a little embarrassed, but Oliver encouraged and guided her.

"Relax," he said, watching her first throw. "Everything will work out, just try.

She threw the first ball, but it flew too low and did not hit the hoop. Oliver easily beat him off, and Margaret felt a little disappointed, as if she had failed to live up to his expectations.

"It's okay," he smiled. "Let's try again."

Margaret tried again, and this time the ball flew higher, but still did not reach the goal. She felt a growing desire to succeed in her. Gathering her courage, she put all her strength into the throw and sent it straight into the hoop. This time Oliver did not have time to react, and the ball went through the hoop, making him smile.

"A great shot!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with pride, "You see, you can do it!

Encouraged by her success, Margaret continued to train. The next few shots were also successful. Gradually, she began to feel her movements becoming more confident and she herself more agile. Oliver, flying around the hoops, tried to hit the balls, but each time she managed to cope with the task better and better.

"You're good for a beginner, especially in speed," Oliver remarked, when she made another accurate throw, "I remember Madam Hooch always praised you in class. If she wanted, she could try her hand at the team.

Margaret laughed, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and her eyes sparkled with physical activity.

"I think I'd rather stay on the ground," she replied with a hint of irony in her voice, "Flying on a broomstick is one thing, but chasing balls is for real athletes like you.

Oliver smiled back, clearly pleased with her words.

"You know how to cheer you up," he said, with a friendly tone, "but if you ever change your mind, I'll be glad to play with you." At least a couple of trainings. You can do it.

"And if I start winning against you," Margaret teased, narrowing her eyes, "You won't be too offended and take revenge on me, will you?"

"Well, of course it's unlikely," Oliver grinned, trying not to betray his pleasure at her teasing, "But if it happens, I'll do it." Although I will think about revenge.

As they continued their training, Margaret realized that this time with Oliver had been special for her. She learned new things, spent time in the fresh air and, most importantly, felt that their communication became closer. Oliver was not only a dedicated athlete, but also a reliable friend who could be relied on in difficult times.

When they finished their training and went back to the castle, Margaret felt pleasantly tired and satisfied. She knew that this day would be remembered for a long time.

"Thank you for training," she said as they approached the entrance to the castle. "It was fun.

"Glad to help," Oliver replied with a smile that always seemed encouraging, "and thank you for the company." I think we need to do it more often.

Margaret nodded, and the moment their eyes met, Oliver noticed her smiling again, which for a moment made it difficult to breathe. Her smile was something special, filling him with a joy that he hadn't expected to experience so suddenly.

"You know," he added, hesitating a little, as if thinking about something, "You really flew well today, maybe next time we can try something more difficult?"

"Maybe," she said, tilting her head slightly to the side as if contemplating his suggestion, "if you don't give up too quickly."

This made Oliver laugh, and the sound sounded like a promise for the future.

"I promise," he said defiantly and gladly.

They went their separate ways, each going about his business, but this day was only the beginning of something new.

When the small holidays were over, Hogwarts was once again filled with hustle and bustle, lively conversations and new stories. The castle came alive again after a brief lull, but most of all, Margaret felt a return to her normal school life. Her old days are back, more intense and fun, especially with the return of Fred and George, who wasted no time.

The twins, as always, burst into her life with such enthusiasm that she could barely keep up with their new jokes and pranks, and although she had previously been annoyed by their constant desire to make pranks, they were only finding a way to cheer everyone up. After everything that had happened, she even found it amusing and even comforting.

"Margaret!" Fred shouted one morning, popping into the Gryffindor parlor with a big smile on his face. "We have something special for you!"

Margaret, almost letting go of her textbooks, barely had time to turn when Fred and George appeared in front of her with cunning smiles on their faces and

"How about we try our new chocolate?" Fred asked, handing her a box of chocolates that gleamed suspiciously.

"No, thank you, I'm not hungry," Margaret said.

"Are you sure you want to refuse?" George added with a sly smile. "The tastes are just magical!

Margaret just smiled and shook her head.

"Thank you, but I'd rather stick to my point," she replied with a slight laugh. "I've become a little more cautious since your last jokes.

"She's getting smarter, George," Fred winked at his brother, putting the box back in his pocket. "But we'll catch her anyway.

However, despite all their attempts, Margaret no longer fell for their tricks as easily as before. Her tolerance and ability to remain calm in the face of the twins' antics only strengthened her relationship with them. The twins respected her for this, and their friendship became even stronger.

"Well, Margaret, are you ready to try out our lab's new product?" Fred asked with a smile, holding something in his hands that looked like ordinary cookies, but with a clear dash of magic, "We've been working on this for so long.

Margaret already knew that it was better to stay away from their "experiments", but this time she couldn't help but smile. She clearly became more tolerant of their jokes, realizing that the twins always tried to add a little joy and fun to her life, even if it was expressed in pranks.

"Thank you, but I think I'll abstain, as always," she answered, laughing. "But you can always try it yourself.

"Oh, what a pity! George feigned distress, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "But we don't give up, so be prepared next time."

Despite their pranks, Margaret felt more relaxed. After that incident, the Slytherins, who had previously haunted her, noticeably calmed down and everything returned to normal. She soon learned that Charlie was behind it. As the headman, he had the right to know about all the events and conflicts taking place in the school, keeping order, and he made every effort to sort out the situation.

He collected a lot of rumors and gossip, trying to put together a single picture of what was happening within the walls of Hogwarts. He knew that he couldn't ignore what had happened, and using his authority and skills, he was able to figure out who was behind these attacks. He had a strict conversation with the culprits, making it clear that such behavior was unacceptable. Then he walked over to Margaret and said with a serious expression:

"If this happens again, you'll come to me right away, I understand," he said to her seriously in the hallway. "I want you to know that I'm always on your side. I will do everything to protect you. No one has the right to treat you like that.

Margaret was touched by his care and support. She knew she could count on Charlie, and she had long since put unnecessary thoughts aside, it wasn't the main thing now.

The girls gathered again in the library at their favorite place. They discussed lessons, helped each other with homework, and just spent time in company, enjoying a cozy hideaway where they could work in peace, read, and dream about the adventures ahead.

"I think it's finally all right," Sophie said one day as she laid the textbooks on the table. "We can study safely again and enjoy our time at Hogwarts.

"Yes, I can feel it too," Emma agreed, sipping hot tea. — Recently, everything has become somehow easier and calmer.

"And no one is stopping us anymore," Sophie added, smiling. "Everything has finally returned to its place.

Margaret sat next to them, leafing through a textbook on ancient runes. She felt calm and joy gradually returning to her life. Her friendship with Oliver strengthened, Charlie was there to support her, and even the twins became not just jokers for her, but friends to endure on.

Everything really became good, Hogwarts regained for her the magic and comfort that she once felt, and that with such friends she would be able to overcome any difficulties.

[pinievsev]

Hiii!! May I request a Arrogant / bold reader x short tempered minjae? <3

Hello! Sorry it took so long! I'll start writing again ASAP! I'm finally on vacation! I honestly had no idea how to go about this but I tried, hope I don't disappoint!

Pairing: Arrogant/bold!GN!Reader X short tempered!Minjae

Warnings: yelling, mentions of stress, swearing. I think that's all.

Synopsis: finals are coming up and you've been studying your butt off, Minjae has been trying to help you, but on one particular day, you're not exactly in the best mood.

Please don't repost on other platforms or translate any of my works without consent! Thank you.

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You didn't mean to say it. You really didn't. Of course you were more than thankful for Minjae, he's been taking care of you for the past week all while you just sat Infront of your desk basically swimming in books, notebooks, notes, old test papers and all that.... Fun.... Stuff.

-10 minutes ago-

You let your head fall limp on your desk, taking in a deep breath. You've never been able to understand this particular subject, you had read over every single thing you could find on it yet you still didn't get it. It frustrated you.

You closed your eyes, hoping for a few minutes of peace and quiet to get yourself together. But of course, someone just had to walk in your room as soon as you started to relax.

"get out" you murmured, but nothing, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you heard Minjae's voice. "You should get some actual sleep. You know. It's not so hard once you look at it with fresh eyes" You scoffed, like you didn't know that. You didn't have time to sleep. You had to understand this. "Easy for you to say!" You shrugged his hand off your shoulder and turned to glare at the boy. 'its not so hard' he says. Sure. For him maybe it isn't.

"you know all of this already! You're smart! We get it. Leave me alone!" You regretted every single syllable as soon as you uttered it. You watched as he's jaw clenched along with his fists. "Well I'm sorry I care about you. I'm sorry I tried taking care of you. I'm sorry you're so fucking arrogant!" He hissed and walked out.

You wanted to get up and apologise, but your legs were numb, you hadn't stretched them for hours. You slowly pushed up off the chair, grimacing at the weird feeling of standing up after so long. You slowly walked out of your room, slowly gaining back the feeling of your legs.

Walking around the corner of the hallway, you saw minjae sitting on the couch, two untouched plates full of food Infront of him on the coffee table. He had his hands in his hair, trying to calm himself down, probably.

You knew how easily he got angry, even tho he tried not to, but you were bold. Always speaking without thinking first when you were stressed or mad, and he understood that, he hated himself for lashing out even tho he knew it wasn't your fault.

In other words, you were two idiots bashing yourselves over something you couldn't control. This has happened before, always ending up with you talking and getting over it.

You sat down next to him on the couch. "sorry." You said, simply. "For what?" He looked up at you confused, Making you chuckle. "For lashing out on you. I know you just want to help me,I'm just really overwhelmed, and there's this one thing I can't understand and it frustrates me-"

He had cut you off, bumping your side with his own "I know. I'm sorry for getting mad. You know how I am" he laughed, scratching the back of his head. "That I do know. It's fine." He didn't reply, simply picking up one of the plates and holding it out to you giving you a look that reminded you of your mum when you said you weren't hungry as a kid.

You laughed at that and pecked his cheek before accepting the plate. "So. Do you think you can help me understand something-?" You asked after a few minutes of silently eating "depends if I know it." He joked nodding at you.

Guess you two were the perfect match despite it all.

Aha. I absolutely hate this.😍

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The Baby Project (A Series)

(part two) (part three) ~ coming soon! wc: 1.2k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: light swearing, angst, ricky is not too nice in this chapter, the premise is raising a fake baby together, i don't think it's suggestive but that is the premise so if you're uncomfy with that then you have been forewarned! this will get fluffier and funnier like my other works with some angst mixed in summary: ricky and ex-friend!reader are forced to put aside their differences in order to successfully complete their assignment of raising a baby (simulator) together; chaos ensues. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ SURPRISE! it's a short series. I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS PLOT. of course, all credits of the actual concept of "the baby project" go to that popular story on the app episode from a couple years ago lmao. this will probably have about 3 parts i think and i'll keep them all short like this so its digestible-- it seems to be people prefer this. i love writing ricky in an academic setting, it just works so well for him. :) thank you as always for reading!

"Ow," you mumble, hand reaching to rub the spot on the back of your head where the sudden pain was felt. You look to your left, an eraser on the floor beside your desk that hadn't been there before. Behind you, a familiar snickering sounds and you turn around to glare at the culprit.

Ricky smiles back at you smugly, eyebrows raised as if he's challenging you to make a fuss. But you know better by now than to get into it with the tall, blonde boy-- white, collared shirt unbuttoned at the top and red, striped tie loosened fashionably around his neck.

It hadn't always been this way. You study his smile, trying to find any remnants of warmth hidden beneath the cool surface. How did someone once so familiar to you become suddenly unrecognizable?

You turn back around to face the front of the classroom, picking your pen up and doodling in the margins of your quiz that you'd completed only ten minutes into the allotted half-hour. A few months ago, Ricky would have been done with his quiz early too.

Now he doesn't even have to take it.

Carefully, you glance over your shoulder again at the boy who used to be your friend. You watch as his group of popular friends joke with him in the back of the class, a pretty cheerleader passing him a small piece of paper with a shy smile on her face. Ricky smirks at the note as he unfolds it, putting his pen to the paper and writing a response before passing it back to her.

You're watching him so intently now that you forget that you were trying to be stealthy and you're only reminded when his eyes meet yours unexpectedly. All of the air leaving your lungs, your eyes widen in shock and your cheeks heat in embarrassment. Ricky narrows his eyes at you suspiciously and you turn back around as quickly as humanly possible.

"Pens down," your teacher announces, signaling a chorus of frustrated groans from your classmates who weren't able to finish the test in time. She collects your tests-- clearing her throat disapprovingly as she passes Ricky, who undoubtedly hands in another blank paper for the umpteenth time this semester.

After Ms. Seo places all of the tests on her desk, she returns to the front of the classroom and picks up a marker from the whiteboard. In big red letters, she writes:

THE BABY PROJECT

A wave of curious whispers flows throughout the classroom as everyone turns to their friends to figure out what these words could mean. Your brow furrows as you try to work out what project you could possibly be assigned that had to do with babies...

"I have some very exciting news to share today," your teacher announces excitedly, clasping her hands together under her chin. Ms. Seo is one of those teachers that's incredibly invested in learning and desperately wants all of her students to share the same passion-- and when they don't, they're in for some serious consequences.

Though there were apparently exceptions to everything.

"This week, I received word that our class was approved to participate in The Baby Project!" Ms. Seo exclaims, waiting for the class to react. When all of her students just stare back at her blankly, she sighs. "Maybe you kids are too young to remember when our school used to participate in this several years ago. The Baby Project is an assignment in which two students will work together for two weeks to parent a newborn baby together!"

The gasps and protests that ring throughout the classroom are deafening and your overly optimistic teacher bounces on her toes jubilantly, mistaking the roars of outrage for enthusiasm.

"Yes, I know: it's all so exciting!" Ms. Seo exclaims, walking over and retrieving a large box from behind her desk. She drags it to the front of the room and opens the top to reveal:

"WAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Ms. Seo pulls what appears to be a baby doll out of the box, clad in a little teddy-bear-printed diaper and screaming bloody murder.

"Do you wanna be my partner?" You hear the pretty cheerleader from earlier ask Ricky behind you. After a long moment, you hear Ricky laugh flirtatiously in response and you have to work to keep from audibly scoffing.

"Yeah, I'll raise a baby with you if you want," he jokes and the way his friends react boisterously paints the scene for you without having to steal a glance. You roll your eyes to yourself at Ricky's newfound "rizz" (or whatever). You knew for a fact that, at least before this semester started, he hadn't even had his first kiss yet.

Of course, by the looks of it, that probably wasn't the case anymore.

"Pairs will be randomly assigned, regardless of gender, and you will receive one baby simulator that you will be responsible for parenting for the next two weeks," you teacher explains, cradling the screaming doll in her arms until it finally quiets down. "The baby is monitored carefully by an internal computer system that will record specifics such as care events, abuse, temperature, and clothing changes."

"The baby will begin to fuss at realistic intervals throughout the 24-hour period and you will need to figure out the baby's particular need in that moment in order to calm them," Ms. Seo says, reaching into the box again and pulling out a baby bottle, as well as two onesies and a little cap. "This bottle contains a sensor that the baby simulator will recognize and the thin onesie and the thick onesie and hat provided will have to be used depending on the baby's temperature."

"How does this sound to everyone?" Your teacher asks excitedly, to which she is met with another outpour of outrage. "I'm so glad you're all just as eager to start this assignment as I am! If there's no further questions, I'll announce the pairs for our project."

You look around the room nervously, not sure who you'd like to be assigned as your partner for two weeks. If you were being honest, you didn't know anyone in your class very well...

Except for Ricky.

Being assigned the boy that hadn't handed in an assignment for three months for such a time-consuming and painstaking project would be far worse than being paired up with a random peer. You nod to yourself, exhaling deeply as you try to convince yourself that working on this project with a stranger might not be so bad. Maybe you could finally make a new friend.

"Our first pair is... Elizabeth and Ally!" Ms. Seo announces happily, waving for the girls to come up to the front to receive their baby simulator. The girl named Ally holds the baby by one arm and Ms. Seo stifles a scream as she rushes to position the simulator correctly in the student's arms.

Ms. Seo laughs nervously. "You kids are gonna be in for a rude awakening! Our next pair is... Eungi and Sam."

The process continues of your teacher calling the project pairs and the students receiving their baby simulators. Your leg shakes with anxiety as you look around the room to see who hasn't been called yet. There's a girl to your left that you think is named Marissa who had smiled at you a few times before...

"The next pair is... (Y/N) and--," Ms. Seo squints, seemingly unable to make out her own handwriting as she draws the paper closer to her face. "Oh, I see now..."

Smiling, she calls:

"It's (Y/N) and Ricky!"

[akaakeis]

HI LOVELY!!! THIS ASK GAME IS SO CUTE!! i'd love to ask these three if that's okay <3: 6, 13, and 22!

HII NESS!! <3 RIGHT? I LOVE IT!! THANK U FOR SENDING IN AN ASK AAAA

6 - Give us a few quotes?

oh gosh im not the greatest when it comes to quotes but some of my favorite quotes are as follows!! :

from mieko kawakami's lovers in the night - "When I start to feel emotional about something, I can't tell if I'm actually feeling that way. What if it's just something somebody wrote in a book? Or maybe a line or a performance from some movie... Either way, I get this feeling like I'm quoting somebody else's work."

from chuck palahniuk's invisible monsters - "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known."

wherever on earth this long quote came from, i always think about it - "Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."

13 - Talk about a scent?

the smell of matcha <3 its so earthy and refreshing to smell, whether you just made it or if you just bought it from a café!! it reminds me a lot of slow days when i wake up late from staying up till like 2. it also reminds me of browsing books at barnes and noble and just not having any plans for the day! but at the same time, it also feels like late nights studying at the library, cramming for ap tests and finals. i love the way matcha smells- it just reminds me of so many different things <3

22 - Favourite snack foods?

...erm ☺️ i have the snack taste of a kid so. i really like jelly sticks, goldfish, piattos, and nagaraya!!!!!

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Hiiii first of all i love your account + post about loa <3 secondly i'm sorry for my english if is bad or awful but it is not my first language.

I have some question about the law, i'm just discouver loa for like a month ago so i'm pretty new to all of that and there stuff that's quite confused the hell out of me and i'm sorry if it's gonna sound really fucking dumb but i'm struggling right now and i would like to have your take for my questions :

- What does it mean when people say that "you have it in imagination" precisly ? How to know your 4D is your real reality when your face your 3D evey single day and theres nothing that seems to change ? How to know you accept correctly your assumption about a desire ? Do we have to feel and think a certain way after we accept our desire as a fact ?

- i want to manifest my dream face + desire appearance + a big amount of money + multiple SP's like how do i do from that because i'm quite lost right now tbh i would some clarity from you 😊

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and answer me love u' ♡( AGAIN verry sorry for my english tho 💀💀 )

hello love I'm so glad u like my blog and u don't have to apologize for your English! English isn't my first language either ☺️

So what people mean when they say you have it in imagination is that imagination is what creates your reality. Basically, you make your assumptions in your imagination and your imagination reflects them to your physical world. Let's look at some examples: remember that one time you didn't study for a test and you assumed and knew that you would fail and you did fail? Or that time you looked at a new food and thought to yourself "this looks nasty" and when you tried it, it tasted nasty? Or the other time you thought that your crush didn't like you bc you didn't see yourself as the person that your crush would like and they end up not liking you??I could say 1 million examples like that. All those happened bc you assumed it and accepted it. You know that there is a bed in your bedroom right? You assume that the moment you enter your room you are going to see your bed. You don't doubt and wonder to yourself "is there actually a bed in my room?" That's exactly why there is a bed in your room : because you assume there is.

So when you want to manifest your desires that you mentioned, you have to understand that once you say that you have them you do in your imagination. Your imagination is blind and just believes and does what u say to it. So when u say to yourself "I have my desired appearance" then in your imagination you do. It's done. But then if you go to the mirror and think to yourself "I hate my appearance, who am I kidding I am never going to manifest my desired appearance" and blah blah then you stop having it in imagination. So the key is to just keep reminding to yourself that you have your desire! Now the 3D is our physical world that reflects our imagination. You shouldn't focus on changing the 3D but on changing your imagination because that's what manifests. Everything you see in your 3D you can change it so u don't have to worry when u see things that you don't like ! Just have faith in imagination and everything will go your way. And about the feeling, just ask yourself how would u feel if you were the person that has their desire (bc you are). You may not feel anything at all and that's totally ok ! If you looked at the mirror and saw your desired appearance how would you feel? Would u feel confident? Happy? Neutral?? Every person is different and deals different with their feelings and emotions.

Hope I helped you love 💗 go manifest your desires now you deserve it !

[the73rdpostscript]

Word Finder Game

You are given five words. You must find those words in one or more WIPs and post the excerpt containing each word!

Was tagged by @non-un-topo. (Thanks friend! Being tagged in one of these games once again got me to write a few more sentences so I appreciate it <3)

Your words are: blank, rose, scowl, purpose and fortune.

Somehow I haven't used the word scowl in any of my most recent 20 WIPs??? I found blank a few times and purpose twice, and I decided to share my results for rose even though it definitely doesn't count :)

Purpose - From the story where Nicky and Nile end up on a monster hunt in the woods.

Nicky is purposefully positioning himself between them and the darkness - where the thing is making soft and angry noises. "Nicky," Nile says, testing the volume, "Nicky!" His head tilts just enough - a signal that he heard. She licks her lips and dodges a squirming shoulder aimed right at her chin before she tries to say it. "Maybe that guy was right. Maybe. Maybe this thing isn't just a thing we can kill. Maybe it's a manifestation of something."

Purpose 2 - From the story where Nicky and Nile go to the movies

Lifting his arm up, he waits till she slides in under it before he replies. "Booker and Joe were always more interested in the physics of the unknown than I was. I preferred to question our purpose.” And he gives her shoulders a squeeze because he suspects she’s also thinking of the first time they all met – the bitter collision of their past with her future.

Blank - From the story where Joe and Nicky can't sleep

Studying the shadows from the windows, Joe is reminded that he doesn’t take the time to stare at empty spaces as often as he should. There’s too much art on his walls to allow for much blank space, and he considers turning his breakfast table a few degrees towards the doorway of the kitchen area so he can stare at the single narrow blank wall space beside the doorway. Resting his eyes and admiring the light he gets in early morning hours would be an improvement to his morning routine. Even if that morning routine barely exists at this point. Does he need to enforce his routine more? Would he fall asleep if he got up and practiced the motions as if he was getting sleep?

Blank 2 - From the story about Nile's first century of life

They established this routine a week into their first break. It's a grounding practice for her internally, but it also helps her remember who Nicky is outside of the times that he shoots a man in the head point blank without flinching. Soon they'll say a short prayer together and he'll send her off to the church with a hug. Then he'll crawl back into bed with Joe to do his own Sunday rituals - a tradition Andy somehow always sleeps through and Nile is very glad to leave behind.

Blank 3 - From the story where Nicky builds coffins

WARNING: This section contains descriptions of corpses

On the second day he saw two men had landed in a kind of embrace. One had ended up slightly more on top of the other - one arm haphazardly laying across his back in a grotesque gesture of protection. His legs were missing but the other man's legs were folded upwards - as though supporting him. The one laying under the first had his head pressed into the other man's chest as though seeking comfort. The first man's head was tilted at an agonizing angle - staring up at Nicolo with blank eyes - covered in flies. Nicky stared down at the bodies for an indeterminate amount of time, before he felt tears running down his own cheeks. Picking up the shovel again, he began the slow process of covering the tomb, before he moved on to the next few bodies. He did not bother to wipe his face.

Rose - From the story where Joe is a plant dad on instagram

Like he’s been given a third wind, Joe exhales into his rant, “That is not even close to the proper lighting for a succulent garden. That tray would have taken an hour or more to set up, and those plants will last two months at best. Those rosettes grow that way because-” the words cut off in a gasp as Nicky leans forward and licks Joe’s neck. “Keep going,” he murmurs. “No, no, this is better,” Joe says, turning to kiss Nicky with wet lips.

I'm going to double tag @polarcell and @gallifreyburning And then I'm gonna tag @aphroditestummyrolls @lazaefair and @raedear

Your words are ring, pout, plant, grave and oyster

[parkerlyn]

Hi all!

Still alive! ajdfkla And hope you all had a wonderful holiday season and are excited for what 2023 has to offer! Wishing everyone an overflowing amount of joy this new year 🧡

So! We're back at it again! This update covers:

Story Progress and Update Goal

Commission/Prize Updates

January Patreon Schedule

Donation Screenshots

Story Progress and Update Goal

Writing is progressing along and managed to pack in another 20k into Chap 4 in December before taking a bit of a break for the holidays. The rest of Chapter 4 is... turning into a bit of a monstrosity as they have wont to do haha. The good news is Chapter 5 will be relatively straightforward, which will allow me to focus more on the big reveal at the end. 👀

I don't want to give a definitive update day for you again because I feel intensely super shit about the last time I did that in Oct/Nov. 😫 I think I should be able to have this chapter to betas by the end of this month, but I'll be sure to keep y'all updated.

Commission/Prize Updates

Still working on one Patreon writing commission and the two prizes from the giveaway, and thank you to everyone for being my test round of what-can-Parker-handle-all-at-once. The answer turned out to be they-overloaded-themself-like-usual, but I'll be reaching out to y'all with a status/final pieces in the next couple weeks!

January Patreon Schedule

Jan 4 - Public Progress Update | Monthly Preview Screenshot

Jan 11 - Bonus Art (18+) : Figure study with the Magesmith

Jan 18 - Biweekly Update | Bonus Art: The Magesmith's family

Jan 25 - Bonus Story: In Another Life (ft. The Sage, the Magesmith, the Healer, Jac & Cerise)

And just a reminder that the Patreon has now switched to subscription billing vs 1st of the month. Any new patrons will now be charged on the same day of the month that they signed up!

End of Year Donation Screenshots

Lastly, accountability screenshots for my donations are below. Differing amounts are to cover their individual processing fees, and this was for October, November, and December earnings given the two-month charge pause!

Thank you again for all your support and patience <3 Stay safe!

xoxo Parker 🧡

[chiyoso]

I HONESTLY DID NOT EXPECT TO HAVE SO MUCH GREETINGS THAT ITS OVERWHELMING ME TO THE POINT WHERE IM GUSHING WITH SO MUCH JOY ??????????????

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR LOVELY AND UPLIFTING WORDS

i thought my birthday was going to be dull this year with all the whole pandemic, getting sick thing and burnout shinanigans — but creating a growing community... was one of the best decisions i have done in my whole nineteen years worth of choices to do. i love you all, so so much. strangers we might be, acquaintances from afar, friends from behind the screen — it doesn't matter, kindness goes far beyond through each word we speak.

and all of your words have reached me. (cough your lie in april reference without the dying)

this is my first time letting out media of my adventures and personal life, but yesterday was such a special day and i plan to do more today (birthdays over here typically last a few more days since only a day of celebration isnt really enough, depends on the person/environment though 🤭)

Chocolate Taiyaki Strawberry Pocky Pork Katsudon

Mochi Ice Cream Wendys Coffee

ME AND GOJO MERCH I BOUGHT HEHE

(will buy genshin impact birthday gifts for myself)

the name of the restaurant on the right reminded me of lyney, scara and me.

i will not elaborate further.

(also why am i so good at taking pics)

hehe. once again, thank you all so much for the support, i've been planning mentally so much that perhaps i just needed a little break from writing (the sickness and my bday proved a very nice break for me)

writing things

cynosure's ascendance

• i have no idea if people still remember this series of mine, but i do remember starting it out of desire to create a character of lust, battle and trauma and laying it bare for the xianzhou luofu to witness (cough jing yuan) so this series WILL be continued out of self interest

the mara's will

• the direction of this series will take a dark turn. it wont all be happy, but since its inspired by honkai impact... you're going to see more of powerful reader, and come to me in inbox, should i refer to old gods as herrschers? make this timeline where the universe of star rail will be tested by the imaginary tree's schemes and threaten to fall it towards the sea of quanta? i primarily have a good understanding of the whole imaginary tree thing, and i can see it applies to hyv games, thus leading me to the question of — are all connected somehow? (hsr welt's from hi3 after all)

• so yeah! i'm just conflicted as to what direction ill lead tmw with, so please, indulge me with your ideas and help me make sense of the timeline for it.

• (option 1) star rail, a universe that fought off the very, very ancient forces of what people of the infinitely old called honkai, and since the eradication of the ancient forces, they have been thriving ever since, hence the start of new technologies combined with long forgotten ones (previous era combined with stellar resources today) but all had forgotten about them in the process, them being the houkai, and the imaginary tree will soon test this 'bubble universe' (hsr) because simply; it is its law, it is its nature.

• (option 2) no bubble universes, no honkai impact timeline, just hsr itself with elements INSPIRED by the game

• (option 3) come to me! (told you im so conflicted hehe)

stellar chasm

• nngh im making a few ppl wait with this series, but trust me, i'm just studying and playing honkai impact to get a better grasp of hi3 abilities, how herrschers work, the lore and etc. and i honestly really want to involve durandal in mc's progress, we all know durandal is so fucking, so damn strong to the point where she can hold off kevin (im in that part or after so i have no clue if something happens to her, PLEASE DONT SPOIL ME THO) so yeah! i have already an idea as to how will mc will become a herrscher + getting the divine key abyss flower 😌 juuust... let me study more of hi3 🥹 also i have kind of scrapped the HoV personality? i'm going for an eden but more flirty, sensual (not purposely) type — that's all i'm spoiling!

i have 4 upcoming fics as well!

• It starts with a glance (Neuvillette, dark content)

• For you, Ma Moitie (Neuvillette oneshot)

• Neuvillette, your colleague (Headcannons)

• follower milestone with self aware!blade

that's all for now! once again, thank you all and LOVELY PROSPEROUS DAYS TO ALL OF YOU

love,

hiraeth

[limabeans-babies-forthewin]

Interdimensional Crisis Pt 3

Hey! So! It's been awhile since I've updated this fic, hm? In my defense, I had like 3 massive events happen in my life within, like, a month. But this fic (and several others) have been rattling in my brain the entire time, so yeah!

Thanks to those of you who're reading! And if you don't want irregular updates, I'm more than likely going to combine them all into one. . . Really. . . Long. . . one shot? Who knows. Point is, it's going up on Ao3 when I'm done and you can read it there. With possible edits.

Thanks!

FIRST

Previous

The first thing that surprises Duck is the amount of security patrolling the streets, making them feel exposed even though they stick to the shadows and more abandoned locales. Overly armed guards loiter on every corner and stare at anything that moves for longer than Duck thinks is needed, eyes burning holes in every unlucky passerby that crosses their path. Cameras buzz and hiss as they rove and zoom in on everything they can. It’s honestly horrifying and reminds Duck of a particularly rough episode of a podcast they finished a while back. Being monitored and watched wasn’t something they worried about until that episode, but now they feel the anxiety sharply. They never really worried about being seen in their own universe given how everyone is so deeply involved in their own lives, so being surrounded by cameras and armed guards makes it feel like they’ve finally awakened that mutant instinct of fearing being seen.

A large hand closes around their wrist and Duck jumps as they’re dragged forward.

“Don’t stop moving,” Ronin hisses as he guides them around a corner. They hadn’t realized they had slowed. “If you stop too long, you’ll be seen. Keep your hood up, eyes down, and keep moving. Only stop when I tell you to.”

Duck nods and uses their free hand to tug their hood over their head, casting their attention to the ground they walk on as they speed up to level with the older turtle. So far, Duck has come to the conclusion that the best way to stay on Ronin’s good side is to stay quiet and follow instructions. So they do.

“Hold up.”

The short stop causes Duck to run into Ronin’s back, but he doesn’t even shift under the impact. Duck, however, rubs their face as their eyes water and attempt to peer around him. They’re barely allowed a glimpse of the pair of men passing by before Ronin shoves them back and pins them to the shadows against the wall behind him. He levels them with a brief look before he turns his attention back once again and waits. After the men move out of range, Ronin peels himself from the bricks and moves toward the manhole cover in the middle of the alley. He levers it open with ease and motions for Duck to follow, keeping his eyes on their surroundings as Duck climbs down into the sewers. Once their feet hit the ground, they take a few steps away from the ladder as Ronin clears them once again and follows them down, making sure the cover is secure before finishing his descent.

“How you feeling?” he asks once they’re safely away from prying eyes or ears. His tone is softer and teeters more on the edge of how Draxum used to behave when they first met. Almost awkward as he tests the waters of politeness after an initial rough period. “Still cold? Nauseous?”

Duck shakes their head. Then hesitates and waves a hand in a ‘so-so’ motion. “I have a headache,” they admit. “And I’m a little tired. But other than that, I’m pretty alright. You know, all things considered.”

Ronin looks at them for a long moment and for that moment, Duck feels like they did when they first met Donnie. Almost like they’re being studied or observed so their reactions can be stored away and referred to later. It’s fine, though. They’re used to being watched since they’re extremely young and fairly freshly mutated. Everyone wants to make sure they’re coping with sentience in a healthy manner they suppose. Which is great because sometimes they aren’t. Like right now.

In their defense, they have just been forcibly ejected from their own dimension, punched by a turtle over two feet taller than they are, and they’re pretty sure they were yanked between universes without eating dinner, so they’re very hungry. But they still find themself instinctively smiling to try to hide most of what they’re feeling. Why? Who knows.

It seems useless against Ronin, though, since his eyes narrow suspiciously. “Your lip is bleeding.”

Duck swipes a thumb under their mouth and frowns when it comes back red and wet. They hum and swipe their hand down the side of their pants. “You hit me in the face,” they counter.

Ronin’s expression softens further and he frowns in displeasure.

"I’m just saying. People usually bleed when you hit them in the face. There are a lot of veins and shit in the head area.”

“I know,” he says, turning around and heading into the sewers proper. “Sorry.”

Duck hurries to keep up and tugs his jacket tighter around their shoulders. Much like in their own dimension, the sewers are colder than aboveground. So when it’s already cold in the upper world, it’s freezing below. And it’s basically freezing up there, so who knows how cold it’s going to get down here.  

“Don’t worry about it, big man,” they say as they level off with him. “Instincts and whatnot. If it makes you feel better, I don’t think I’m going to have any more issues.”

“Good to know. And I’ll try not to hit you again if you do.”

It takes Duck a moment to realize the turtle made a joke and they bark a laugh when they do. If it were one of their brothers, they would take the opportunity to nudge him with their shoulder, or violently shove Leo, for the offense. But they don’t know if Ronin would be ok with that level of familiarity. So instead, they stick to the laugh and a friendly eye roll. “I can’t even say I’d fight you if you did,” they relent. “I’ve been told I’m basically incapable of doing anything that requires physical activity.”

This time it’s Ronin that snorts a laugh. “Really?”

Duck feels themself smile and nod. “Sadly, yes. I’ve tried parkour, karate, whatever the hell Lou Jitsu does, weapons training. All of it—” They blow a raspberry for emphasis. “So we’ve discovered I’m better at fleeing and hiding. At least for the moment. Allegedly there’s still hope for me in the future.”

“A true warrior knows when to beat a hasty retreat. Plus you do seem. . .”

He trails off in a way that makes Duck glance up at him. “Are you trying not to insult me? Because you can call me weak or small or fragile and it’s not gonna hurt my feelings. I mean, honestly, look at me.” They spread their arms wide and motion to themself for emphasis. “Not exactly battle ready.” Once the gesture is made, Duck quickly huddles back into the jacket.

A faint smile settles on Ronin’s face as they make their way through the tunnels. “I’ll say. I almost thought I killed you when I hit you.”

“Hilarious. My jaw still hurts.”

“I didn’t hit you to make you feel good, kid.”

The pair share a few seconds of laughter and Duck finally feels the rest of their tension ease from their shoulders. This is more like a turtle they would know personally. Friendly, jovial, almost younger than he actually is. Based on appearance alone, Duck would have to assume that this turtle was at least in his thirties or forties, if not older given the amount of lines, scars, and spots that litter his head and face. There’s bound to be more under his clothes, not that Duck is itching to see this guy strip. But they won’t deny they’re curious about the limp they’re starting to notice now that they’re examining him. It ages him in an unfamiliar way that doesn’t scream ‘turtle’ to them. Yes, they know everyone is bound to age and at least one of their boys will probably develop a limp given the nature of their whole situation. But seeing it happen now. . .

Plus he has a seriousness about him that’s utterly confusing to them. Yes, Duck is well aware that sometimes you can’t joke your way out of a situation, and they have seen all of their brothers turn off the humor for brief periods to accomplish something. But everyone was always quick to revert back to laughter and joviality to ease the tension once the occasion passed. But Ronin has a gravity that just hangs over his shoulders like a cape. It’s almost unsettling, but they’re more than willing to overlook it since he was clearly wary about them for good reason. Besides, they can’t honestly expect their own brothers to remain so lighthearted as they get older, can they?

Well, maybe Mikey could pull off being optimistic and happy all the time. They honestly can’t picture him serious about anything beyond when he summons Dr. Delicate Touch.  

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you starin’ is rude?”

Duck snaps their gaze back toward the dimmed tunnels ahead of them. “Sorry,” they say. They hear the nervous laughter pick at the edges of their voice and they cringe, clearing their throat and shaking their head to steady themself against the embarrassment that comes from being caught. “I didn’t realize I was. Sorry.”

Ronin shrugs. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “You’re going through a lot. Staring is an expected reaction.”

A surprised laugh pushes itself from Duck’s core and they nod. “You’re fucking telling me. I’m practically vibrating with. . . Everything!” They hold up their hand and laugh again when they confirm that they are, in fact, shaking. “Look!”

“Are you shaking from adrenaline, or are you shaking because you’re horrifically underdressed for this weather?”

The question catches them off guard, but the fact that they can see their breath curl in a cloud around their head speaks for itself. They quickly withdraw their hand and tuck it into the sleeve of the jacket. “Probably both.”

“Fair enough. It should be warmer in the lair, and I’ll see if we have any tea left so you don’t catch a cold.”

Duck nods. “And can I get some water, please?”

“Of course kid. . . Oh. By the way, when we get to the lair, cool it with the swearing, ok? I don’t want the kids to pick it up.”             “Of course, of course. . .” It takes them far too long to pick up on surprise number two. “Wait. The what?”

NEXT

[linaamm]

I need my therapist, but I can also vent to you guys.

In Norway, it's 2 am. right now, and I can't sleep. I need to study and prepare myself for this massive history test I have next week, but I just can't shut off my head. I can't turn off my thoughts. I keep thinking about everything I slowly keep forgetting in life. Does that make sense in any way?

You see, I'm 28 years old soon, and I have lived the longest life one possibly can imagine at such age. I've lost family to sickness. I've lost dear friends to drugs and violence. I myself have been a victim of brutal domestic violence, and I also lived through unnecessary, unspeakable violence from other people whom i didn't even know the name of.

I've been beaten, done heavy drugs, and I was placed in the system. I've almost died so many times. I've had cancer, countless OD's, and so much self-harm over so many years. I've also been in prison. The only man I ever truly loved with all my heart, who I knew for over half my life, died next to me. Many years later, I was married to a narsissist and thankfully got out.

These are just some of the things I've been so lucky to live through. There's more. I could write a whole book about my life, and I truly believe it would sell well, but I won't. Not because it hurts to think about it, because it does, but because I can't remember. At this point, it has become so much for me to bear that my memory shuts down completely. And even though things are good now and I live a beautiful life, doing good in school and having awesome people around me, it's too late. My brain can no longer keep hold of memories because of all the continuously heavy trauma over so many years. My brain can create new memories, but it let's go of them just as fast as it creates them. I'm not sure what that condition is called in English, but it looks a lot like dementia ("kognitiv hukommelsesvikt" in norwegian if someone is curious). IM 27 YEARS OLD DAMMIT.

I can gladly forget all the bad stuff. But it's not only the bad stuff that at some point will be gone forever. It's also the good stuff. Family vacations, various celebrations with good friends, peoples names and faces, the man I loved so FUCKING much. All the laughs, drinks, hugs, places, EVERYTHING will be gone at some point. I keep getting sadder and sadder because I keep noticing the small, beautiful things I forget in life on a daily basis, and it sucks.

Over the past 6-7 years, I've been writing journals. Almost daily. But not once I could make myself read some of them later on. And I keep lying here until 3 a.m., thinking, why, JUST WHY, do I even bother writing everything down when it's all gonna be gone from my memory at some point? If I were to read these journals again, it won't feel like my memories, it will just be someone's else sad life stories.

So I have no choice but to live in the moment. Accept it and just let go. But it's so fucking sad, and no one can do anything about it. It doesn't help with therapy. It doesn't help to talk about what hurts because i can't remember anymore. It's pitch black. It's only a strange, hurtful, but weirdly familiar feeling that I have that reminds me that all this fucked up shit has happened, nothing more. In a fucked up way, it's fine because I don't get flashbacks or nightmares or diagnoses like PTSD and stuff like that. My brain just shuts it out completely. We've tried to make me remember. The people in white coats tried so hard. But with no luck.

So that kept me up tonight. Shit I can't even remember.

If you red this far, thank you so much for your time. You may think it isn't much, but it really is. I always used to vent here when I first started using this platform, and it helped me so much. 💖

It's now 02:55

[phoenixmosheh]

Uhmmm...I just started from the bottom and now I am out of breath...no table of contents embeds... hmmm...to study programming languages or to not study programming languages...? You have to wait until I get paid (no laptop).

This is a central intelligence blog (CIA) if you like deciphering hidden messages (encodings) you might enjoy this. If not, try something new. If you cannot keep a secret, we suggest you just leave the blog. Thank you.

Did you google what The CIA does? Good job! You are on your way to saving yourself and the planet 🌏

Phoenix Mosheh started at the bottom we reccommend you do the same for a better understanding on what our agenda is:

Our Agenda is to expose the truth.

Relax. Trying to understand is a good intention.

Trying to censor us because you disagree is a bad intention. We mind our business over here and focus on our own platforms.

Do I sound professional?

Can you keep a secret? Now that you are awake? Do your research.

This is a really important test to see if you can handle the truth take it seriously please...do your research.

This scene reminds me of what the worlds governments does to people who steal other people's trade secrets and try taking them to the same government that lies to them...if you disagree just mind your business and live your life. -The definition of an abomination is someone that has been shown evidence they are being lied to...and still believing a lie (it's stupidity in our opinion).

Once again ...Please do your research before stealing, copying or sharing our content. Thank you for understanding our desire to serve and protect people.

We reccommend you do not become a Judas 😘 Just go be on Judas' team and be quiet.

Phoenix Mosheh supports truth over feelings.

Flips through Bible and does research before spreading lies:

Jesus Christ sits at the right hand of the Father, it is affirming that he has equal status to the Father within the Godhead (Hebrews 1:3, 12:2; 1 Peter 3:22; Acts 7:55-56). All things in creation are under the power of the throne of God.

🎶 🎶 I'm Upset -Drake 🎶 🎶

Nobody likes a sell out 😡

God has two sides just like you, pick which one you want. 😇 👿 (mercy, peacefullness, joy /and righteous anger ...not black and white stop being racist for the people who can't understand symbolism).

If you think this means two-faced you should see what many of your leaders do behind closed doors...at least God is honest. What do you mean God doesn't have emotions? How do you have a relationship with others, without emotions? Why am I doing all the thinking 😉...back to peace

Now where were we? Oh yeah, started from the bottom...🙄 or whichever way is going to help you learn my loves ❤️. Sorry, The Melchizedek have bipolar disorder.

(Niv) 1 Corinthians 1:27 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. ( outdated songs and movies (prophecy) for your outdated books and knowledge, in our opinion some of the oldest songs are the best). 😂

After you scroll to the bottom you can see if this post helps you (cheat sheet link below) We do advise you visit The Phoenix Moshsh school before you leave ...we know, we know you have a job and school and are not homeless...so Phoenix Mosheh is sure you can find the time to do your research..just like Phoenix Mosheh did. Amen? Phoenic Mosheh reccommends the Godly Wives Show, so you can redeem every woman that is not in your bibles... but for some reason you have a problem with the false meaning of a rainbow smh so brainwashed. 🌈

I hope you pass the test.

The School of Phoenix Mosheh (Tribes, use the laziest finger you have to scroll down until you see "The School of Phoenix Mosheh link below). 🌈

Hola hermosa, te quejaste de que no había índice... ¿Dios dijo que estás interesada en la moda y la esteticista? ¿No? ¿Maquillaje natural también? Eres el rasgo empresarial/creativo. ¡Guarda lo que estudias para ti! Gracias. ¿Perezoso o no perezoso? está bien. belleza de negocios ♥

If you are saying to yourself...why didn't you put this cheat sheet up for us? Previously, we were testing your tribes for specific traits. These people don't have your traits (teaching/analytical)...they were failing horribly. Congrats, class of uhm...

Leadership Analytical Pairings

teaching and analytical traits

scientific/analytical

healing/analytical

What are your natural interest/inclinations?

(For better understanding visit Linkedin)

(Visit School of Phoenix Mosheh for bible story, trait disorders & more)

(Q: The Alpha Melchizedek both have a variation of the Omniprescent Trait does God count them as individuals when they come together or as ONE)?

God is a God of Order you can't have everyone thinking they are Alphas...you'll create fakes with a God Complex and disorder.

Jesus reveals:

 "I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End." Revelation 22:13

Omega (God) sent to Earth (Alpha) Jesus next son of Jesus in line (Sigma) siblings (Betas)...

Tip: It may also help if you look at the books (bibles) you are reading like they were stolen from the people who created them for their own families. The Melchizedek Family Library.

Guys, The Melchizedek are not about to get scolding (spankings) 😱😰😭 because you think we are trying to play God...we are not God (Omega). The Melchizedek said that several times.

https://youtu.be/SXKlJuO07eM?si=Eiqr5KPgBJna1cWt -Part of Your World - The little mermaid

If you did not do your research and think the Melchizedek are actually wolves, worms, animals, mermaids, jellyfish, reptilian,chameleon vampires etc you failed this test. PERSONIFICATION. If people who are scientist and doctors 😉 can get these concepts , especially those who may have considered themselves Atheist or Agnostic, you should be asking yourselves why can't you?

As for those who got this, regardless of having a religiois background or not, God will show you what to do, you have intuition (a mind), God confirms through your intuition mind, what you should do. now that you are aware. This is permission. God knows it's not your fault. We need Modern Day Practitioners.

Disclaimer:

Phoenix Mosheh doesn't care how many followers you have...OK? Neither does God.

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If you failed the first time, it's OK. You are not a ghost 👻 right? So Dont cry ♥...you must have had good intentions - God. 😇 🤫

Wait...wait don't forget to scroll to the bottom, and remember feelings don't override truth...we still need you to use your brain (logic). ✌ You're welcome, sometimes I forget what I have read too (amnesia).

[pielplastica]

Almost 4 years ago I made a promise to someone very special to me. Before she was gone of my life I told her that I would be a better person. I told her that I would work hard to keep a job and that I would follow my dream of becoming a Nurse.

I've had many jobs since. The last one I kept for a year until I was fired because I was so tired of it and decided to stop going and almost quit. At least I got more money that I would have gotten if I did quit.

I never tried to apply to the Nurse Faculty due to not really having the motivation of doing so. And yeah, covid. I didn't had a laptop back then so online classes was a complete no-no for me.

I've been lost for this 4 years but I do not regret what I did and did not do during that time because I was learning and healing.

I've met a lot of people who I can now consider as true friends who have helped me in more ways that I can describe and I owe them so much. I connected with long lost friends last year who are now an essential part of my life and that I'm so glad to finally have them back. I started going to therapy and even though I haven't been able to afford it, now I can because I found a new job that I actually enjoy. And yes, I finally found a new job: fast food. And I love every second of it. You can call me crazy but I do enjoy making food most of all, there's a satisfaction I can't define when I see people enjoying what I and my co-workers made with so much passion and attention. I've been working there for a month but now I'm a leader trainee so I'm most than glad that my effort is being recognized by my leaders and manager.

This year, back in March, I applied to the Nurse Faculty and did the entrance test back in May 26th. I stopped playing WoW and every other videogame for 3 months straight (I'm sorry Sub-Zero Guild, love you guys!!!) so that I could focus in just studying day-in, day-out. My days were just waking up, working out and studying. For 3 months I also walked away from every social media that I still use, that includes this one. I deleted my last blog because I knew that I would be spending so much time waiting for something that wouldn't happen but now I'm back just to update you.

I got in. Out of the 380 available spaces I scored the 16 highest score in the entrance test and all I could say is: thank you. I knew that I should've done it for me but when we spoke last year and the beginning of this, you reminded me of what I want to be, and that's the person that you thought that I was back then.

You don't know how much you've been helping me even though we don't speak anymore. I'm eternally grateful for what you taught me.

I made you a promise and now I'm on my way of finally make it true. I'll work hard everyday of my life so that I can be the person that I want to be. I'll work hard everyday of my life so that you know how grateful I am.

And, if you ever read this, I want you to know that I'll move forward. I'll always love you and keep you in mind. Always has and always been. But now it's time for me to start walking on my own. I love you. I miss you. But I can't keep wanting you back when I know that's not going to ever happen again, and I can finally say that I accept it. I'll try to be as active as I can on here so that you know that I'm still alive and try to update this once in a while if anything interesting happens but for the time being I will focus on my work and my studies. And I want to let you know that even though I'm planning on moving forward, if you ever need someone to talk to: I'll always be happy to hear from you. And I'm waiting anxiously for the next part of your writings! You got me with that cliff hanger changing the part2/2 to a part2/?, I'm looking forward to read what's next. Anyway, I think that covers pretty much what's been going on with me for the last 3 months. Until next time.

See you cowgirl, someday, somewhere!