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Please do more of the writing head canons. It’s really interesting to see other people’s ideas on the topic, so if you can be bothered, I would highly appreciate more, thanks bye <3
Y’all don’t know how happy I am to talk about these headcanons, they are my babies and I love them so much :’) thanks for asking g <3
Handwriting Headcanons
Same dynamic as before, try to guess whose handwriting it is before reading and tell me how many you got right! <3
You can find the first post here (no need to check it tho)
Quick disclaimer: halfway through making my initial notes, I remembered I had one (1) single lesson of graphology in my applied linguistics class, but that was a year ago and some information might be off. I just thought it was neat to include.
Another quick disclaimer: I don’t know much about Hylian, but I like to think it has a similar stroke system to Japanese, so the pressure and accuracy of your strokes play a major role in your handwriting (among other things, ofc.) so there are some parts where I focus more on that
(First Row, from left to right)
Sky
Our first boy is mother hen! Believe it or not, he has the prettiest handwriting out of all of them! Sky: probably has nice, even elegant handwriting because Sun forced him to practice when they were little. In the end, that paid off because his handwriting is the prettiest one. There’s no pressure, but he is confident in what he writes that his lines aren’t thin. Mistakes? what is that? this boy has impeccable grammar and spelling. No mechanic errors to be found in his letters! I’d like to think that many of Hyrule’s classic/staple poems were originally written by the firt king aka sky child. Like, imagine, after a retiring from being a Person of Power (as the first ruler), Sky finds comfort in the arts: revisits his old woodcarvings and starts writing poetry about the world he still doesn’t fully understand. wowie. tldr: sky writes poetry and you can pry it from my cold dead hands.
This is what one of his letters would look like:
Next one is the one and only, our Hero of Time
2. Time
I’ll die on the “Time didn’t know how to read and write” hill. His handwriting is simple, not pretty but not messy. It has some grammar and spelling mistakes here and there. Can become unreadable if writing in a hurry, he sorts of forgets spaces between words are a thing/letters have different sizes and lowercase letters end up the same size as capital letters. I’m not saying he sometimes forgets to write articles: he just doesn’t want to. Honestly, he just has this dad-neat handwriting. He is a gentle dad and writes like a dad, if he puts too much pressure onto the paper, his handwriting become too sharp/angle-ish and ends up looking ugly. And as much as he would like to not care about it, in the end he does (:
Malon taught him how to write and it was quite the experience. At first he didn’t want to because he was ‘too old’ to learn and it was torture at first, but now look at him devouring his cowboy novels.
A chunk of his handwriting:
*sniff* such a dad quote.
3. my mansss, your 4x1 deal at Target: Four
Look, my boy is patient! He could do some nice and fancy lettering if he wanted to. He was taught that handwriting and spelling said a whole lot about him as a person, you know, like a first impression kinda thing; so he always proof reads more than twice before sending a letter. Super rare grammar mistakes.
The faster he writes, the more slant his writing becomes. Under stress/ when not sure how to write things down, run-on sentences are everywhere and his handwriting is inconsistent in general (I don’t headcanon each part of him having completely different handwriting because handwriting becomes muscle memory over time. It’s just slightly different variations of the same, like idk Vio’s handwriting is neater than Green’s and Red writes hearts instead of any dot/circle and no, I do not take constructive criticism on that, jk i do.) Adding on to each of the colours’ handwriting, I’d think Red and Green write with words slanted to the right( inclined), Vio is a mix of the opposite, so reclined and straight, and my mans blue a true neutral writes straight (kinda like Time’s).
The logic behind this is that inclined writing supposedly means honesty and need for giving (and getting) affection; reclined means, as you can probably imagine, defensiveness and repression of true feelings, but also shows great concentration; straight handwriting means self-control, observation and reflection as well as distrust and indifference. But as complete being (tm), Four just writes as in the image example which is not too straight and not too inclined, and I believe that��s a good middle for him
HOWEVER, if I’m feeling in the mood for crack, I totally accept this boy to have the ugliest, chicken scratches-looking handwriting! :’D It’s just funny to think that someone like him, who has to be precise and careful in his work, can't write neatly to save his life.
One of his letters would look like this:
Also I just LOVE how his hero titles look in this font ksksks
and that’s
(Middle row, from left to right)
4.- Mister Bunny Boy - Legend
His uncle taught him how to write. I’d call his handwriting pretty and neat at a first glance, but he presses too hard on the paper, most of the time staining the back or the following page. Sometimes will retrace some words if he doesn’t like how it looks (which only makes it messier). According to my notes, a thick or strong handwriting represents determination/commitment.
As I also headcanon him to know many languages, mechanical errors are more present than grammar ones; that is, weird capitalisation of words. Punctuation is somewhere in between; uses too many commas when he should just cut the sentence. he mixes punctuation from two languages or more in writing when too distracted (or too focused, because, well, pressure.); when he writes for himself, he has almost no problem following said language’s punctuation rules. Also, this is just polyglot culture, and I’m projecting a bit, but when he forgets a word in the language he’s writing, he just replaces it with its equivalent in another language because we don’t care about fluency, but rather functionality. in this household (more on that in my language hc, ksksks).
An example of his writing:
so powerful
4.- Mr. Wolfman, howl me a song - Twilight
I don’t have much for him because 1) I don’t think he writes a lot and 2) he is a hands-on/visual learner, I’ll die by that. He only learnt how to write because Ulli insisted it was important and he was not about to disrespect his momma; he IS That Guy, but doesn’t really write enough to have neat handwriting.
Many people seem to overlook the fact that his house is filled with books and write him as completely illiterate (which if not explored properly, ends up feeling a bit disrespectful and full of prejudice, but go off I guess; and that’s on my core Headcanons for Twi); however, he sticks to simple sentences. Knowing how to read and understanding a text is different from knowing how to write them. Like, when we would see a semicolon and understand its position in the text, but didn’t understand the nature of it. Is this clear? idk i’m sorry. So yeah, boy reads a lot, writes very little.
As for his Actual Handwriting, as opposed to Legend, his handwriting is thiccc but not because he presses into the paper; he is just that messy, he has no sense of ink-flow-control, he does what he can with what he has. To the untrained eye, his handwriting illegible letters like v, n, u are very similar; when he makes notes for himself he does it in the form of doodles or small ‘icons’. But! He reads a lot, so he rarely makes spelling mistakes (: he is your go-to guy when you don’t know how to write a word.
An example of his writing:
He keeps a journal, sue me.
3. My first born- Warrior
Okay, first off... I accept this is completely biased. I saw the idea and said “That’s True”. If you haven’t, please read Effective Communication; or The Lack of Thereof by htruona, a fic where the boys reflect on the language barriers between them. It’s incredibly funny and probably what made me start making these silly notes. So, if you’ve read that fic, you know where I’m going.
My man, Warrior, can’t fucking write. I mean, he physically can, but it’s very bad. Here’s the reason for it, tho, and it’s not his fault: Technically, he knew how to write alright but he joined the military and whatever note he had to write had to be concise or in the worst case coded. He mixes capital and lowercase letters. If we consider that he joined the military at around 15, his handwriting and grammar had yet to continue developing. Just think about how after summer break, your handwriting was always slightly worse than before because you didn’t write for an entire month. Now think what 2 years can do to that. Hmm, not cool, dude. He makes quick notes, when writing he’s all gotta go fast. he is the lighting mcqueen of writing; good for emergency messages, not ideal for love letters. His punctuation also suffered a lot, he only know full stops and commas and hardly uses them. A sentence for him is either one word or fifty without a single comma, no inbetween.
His hero title and an example of his writing.
(Bottom row, or what I like to call “fuck cursive” row)
7.- Magic man - Hyrule
I’m basic and I do agree with the popular headcanon of he not knowing how to write because well, y’all know his Hyrule. He only knows how to write his name because that’s important, same with numbers. I don’t see why would he write/read except checking the roadsigns. (he can even use this as an excuse for getting lost frequently; he thought it said something different.) But I do think that because his habitual reading consists of roadsigns, his ‘punctuation’ is weird af and places full stops/points/periods at the same level of his words and his commas/question/exclamation marks below them. Yk, creative license. Sadly, I don’t have much about my magic hands man so here’s what his writing would look like if he actually wrote a paragraph:
Man, I love Hyrule.
8.- Man, I don’t understand this boy - Wild
Cursive? ain’t nobody have the time for that. He woke up and had to save the world in his underwear while not knowing how to read nor write. He learnt during his journey and was taught by multiple people from different regions, that explains his inconsistent spelling of things and names for them. So Wild knows language variations for many items and uses them interchangeably (even if they aren’t exactly the same). Another headcanon related to writing/language skills that I’ve been thinking about is that if the shrine was able to cause amnesia, I’m sure there were other areas in the brain affected which leads us to language disorders such as agraphia and aphasia. But that’s a story for another day ksksksk
An example of his writing (after relearning)
9.- The best of sons - Wind
I don’t have much for him and that makes me sad. Look, he’s a kid, doing kid things like stabbing dudes on the head. This boy was taught cursive by his grandma, but could never do it and no one needs it anyway. His handwriting is good enough for his pirate life, Tetra is the one to handle Official stuff, he just gotta sign. Spelling and grammar mistakes abound. He is still relatively young and can correct his handwriting if he desires. But same as Wild, with how many times he’s been thrown out and hit his head, I’m starting to consider some language disorder for him as well.
An example of his writing:
aaand that’s it.
Thanks, y’all for showing interest in this silly thing uwu it was fun to finally talk about this. If you ever want to discuss ideas/headcanons(especially if they are related to language and culture), I’m your person (: I’m always happy to hear new headcanons. Feel free to add anything to this post either in a reply or in a reblog, I’d love to hear from y’all <3<3
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“Easter Holiday Break” || YEAR 3 – Ch.31 (HP au)
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Day posted: 11/10/2020
Word count: 3, 260
Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)
Rating: E for everyone
Warnings: none
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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.
This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D
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Heather was deep asleep early morning when her whole bed started shaking violently. Someone was banging on the girl’s dormitory door yelling her name. She sat up and groaned, remembering what Draco had said the night before. She leapt out of bed and dug in her trunk for her Quidditch uniform, hugging everything to her chest ready to run to the bathroom when she saw her stolen library books had become dislodged and fallen to the floor.
She picked them up quickly and shoved them in her trunk, locking it closed. No one else was awake, the violently shaking bed hardly made nose thumping around in its spot, and so she figured it was safe to continue getting dressed. Ten minutes later she was out in the common room with half the team waiting with Marcus as everyone else slowly came out.
“Hurry up! This is practice time you’re cutting into!” Marcus yelled into the boy’s dormitories and slammed the door.
Heather had never seen him so unraveled. He was pacing the common room, shoving furniture and pillows out of his way as his pacing circle widened. Finally, Draco and the Keeper, Miles Bletchley, came out with messy hair and half-lidded eyes, ready to leave.
They walked down to the Quidditch pitch and Heather and Draco broke off from the rest to get their brooms out of the shed. By the time they walked in, Marcus, the Keeper, and the two beaters were doing pull ups on their brooms which stayed suspended in the air, unmoving, as they raised themselves.
“What is this?” Draco motioned at the sweaty faces of Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole. “I’m a Seeker. I don’t need to do this, do I?”
Marcus jumped down from his perfect pull up and pointed at the empty spot next to him. “Both of you.”
“B-b-but – ”
Heather groaned and pulled a stuttering Draco along beside her. She placed her broom on the ground and held up her hand. “Up.” The broom lifted, following the motion of her hand and let her guide it up above her head until her outstretched arm could no longer guide it and it froze in place. She jumped and grabbed onto the broom, dangling from it and looked over at Draco who had done the same.
“One.” She nodded at Draco and together they heaved up. She closed her eyes and groaned, willing her tired arms to pull her up as high as they could. She felt the top of her head hit her broom and opened her eyes. “Just a bit more!” she whispered, trying to get her chin over the handle. Her arms shook and she glanced over at Draco, who was still dangling, arms fully extended, with a face as red as a tomato. She dropped down and covered her smile so Draco wouldn’t see in case he ever stopped squeezing his eyes so hard.
The cold blue morning turned warmer and pink as the sun started to rise just beyond the trees. Her arms were pounding and sore and her uniform was already soaked with sweat when Marcus started drills. They hopped on their brooms and practiced double the amounts they normally did. They went through play after play and every possible situation they could get into.
Heather was rolling, flipping, twirling, and diving all over the place until Marcus was assured she wouldn’t mess up any moves with the Quaffle under her arm. Peregrine and Lucian, whose drills normally consisted of aiming the Bludgers at apples and oranges that Marcus got from the kitchens, was now them aiming the Bludgers at each other and occasionally at Heather and Graham.
After Marcus blew the whistle, Heather touched down hard on the ground and fell off her broom landing on the wet grass like a dead fly swatted out of the sky. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t even feel her arms. At one point her braids had gone loose, probably during the diving roll where she dodged Lucian’s Bludger and almost lost her head and joined Nearly Headless nick.
“Careful!” She screamed as Draco fell down beside her and almost smacked her head with his broom.
“If it weren’t for your brother, we’d still be asleep!” He winced and groaned as he sat up. “You should have taken the broom and thrown it into the fire.” His hair dangled over his eyes as he glared at her. Whatever slicking gel he used for his hair had come off completely with his sweat.
“Practice tonight after Gryffindor’s. After dinner meet in the locker room and DON’T be late.” Marcus looked at everyone, making sure they all heard, and headed out.
Heather sat up now that she could feel her arms again and stretched as best she could. “So how’re you going to even up with Harry? The drills you were doing only help you fly steady and cut corners faster… You have to anticipate where he goes – ”
“Flint and I have it under control.” Draco pushed his hair back and looked up at Peregrine who had made his way over.
“I heard McGonagall suspended one of her Prefects from competing in the National Gobstone Championship last year for getting into a fight over what color the nose plugs should be.” Peregrine stared at Draco and raised his brow. “It’d be a shame if… Potter ended up not playing this match.”
“A real shame.” A wicked grin spread across Draco’s face. He turned to her and raised his brow. “Wouldn’t it, Potter?”
Heather looked at Peregrine to Draco and nodded reluctantly. She stood and left the Quidditch pitch, put away her broom and headed to breakfast. Her spoon shook, spilling half its contents of milk and granola oats before reaching her mouth. It took twice as long to eat and by the time she was done, Harry, Ron, and for a brief second Hermione, had arrived for breakfast.
“We’ll be at the Library,” Ron told her as she left the great hall.
She peeled off her uniform and threw it in her dorm room’s assigned hamper and took as fast a shower as possible, remembering all the essays they had been assigned over Easter break. She had one from Divination, one from Care of Magical creatures – about dragons even though all term they’d only been caring for Salamanders; two half ones from Herbology about two different sentient carnivorous plants, one long one from Transfigurations with tie-ins to Charms – Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had decided to team up to ruin their break this time; three four-inch ones from History of Magic about the three most controversial laws the Ministry had threatened to pass should the Puddlemere United Quidditch team not change their colors from moss green to mud brown in the late eighteen-hundreds, and one from Potions. The only teacher who hadn’t assigned anything was Professor Lupin.
She should be glad that she didn’t have an essay on cursed socks or hexed pet collars to complete on top of all the other assignments, but now that she had decided Defense Against the Dark Arts was her favorite class and that Professor Lupin was her new favorite teacher, she really wished he’d give out more work than just ‘read the next chapter if you’d like’. How could she improve if all that was normally required was reading ahead and writing short essays on creatures they should be learning about in Care of Magical Creatures?
She picked up her bag and headed down the main corridor towards the library when Neville came running down at full speed towards her.
“It’s happening!” he yelled, his arms flailing behind him as he pointed and ran. “H-hurry!”
“Already? But it’s only been two months!” Heather stopped Neville in his tracks by bracing herself as best she could for Neville to knock into her. She caught his shoulders and steadied him.
“Thanks. I thought I’d keep running until I tripped or something.” Neville’s eyes brightened and he pulled out a green leaf that was slowly turning purple in his hands. “Professor Sprout says it must have been a good batch!”
“Let’s go!” Heather took Neville arm and forced him back into a run towards the third green house.
As they ran they were joined by five other students of different years who had all also heard the great news. Two months ago Professor Sprout had let several eager students help plant several chilled seeds of various living death plants from the same family. They didn’t know which seeds they had gotten to plant, but Heather guessed she had gotten the Freezing Shudder plant by the feint spidery grey veins it had. If she guessed correctly, she’d earn five more points for Slytherin, putting them one-hundred and sixty points in the lead above Gryffindors for the House Cup.
They arrived at the green house and entered to see ten different large plants ready to bloom all lined up against the windows. At the center, sitting at the tables, were twenty or so other students. She stopped Neville from sitting at the first table and pulled him along to the last where Fred and George sat whispering to themselves.
“Why are you two here?” Heather sat across from them, suspicious and amused.
Fred and George smiled at her and crossed their arms.
“We like Herbology like everyone else here.” Fred poked at the table with his finger several times, “and you can’t prove otherwise.”
George leaned in. “And we especially love that plant right there.”
Heather turned to see the one she had planted. “The Frozen Shudder?”
It had the shortest of all the stems but the thickest by a good one or two inches. The green was slowly draining from its leaves and trunk-y stem as it died, replaced by a dark velvety purple. The buds on the very top looked swollen and ready to explode with all the other buds, like a balloon stretched to the max.
“Yeah. And you’re not the only one with a charmed pot.” George wiggled his eyebrows. “Hermione told us.”
Neville turned to her surprised. “Oh! What d’you have growing! Which charms does it have? I tried making one myself with an old pot from home, but everything I plant in it catches fire or grows a single grape.”
“I haven’t grown anything yet,” she lied. “I’m waiting for something good. What’s the point in growing grass or squirting Astrophytum Asterias if it’d be just as easy in a normal pot?” She avoided looking at Fred and George who were holding back smiles as Neville nodded.
Fred mouthed ‘for shame’ at her. “What a marvelous point you have. Which is why we’re going to grow our very own Frozen Shudder.”
Heather tilted her head at them. She was curious as to why they wanted it. It isn’t deadly, it’s most common as a show plant for winning ribbons and medals, and it wasn’t used for any potions she knew of. In fact, to use it at all, a saw is needed to cut off any part of the stem which is completely frozen.
“Oh my! So many here. Alright, I have the list here of everyone’s guesses. I hope you’re all ready – and cover your eyes when it happens!” Professor Sprout shut the green house door and took her seat, taking out a ceramic plate from under her desk and held it up like a shield.
Almost on cue, a feint whistling noise started from all the buds. They harmonized for about a minute, and just as everyone eagerly looked around at the plants, the buds exploded thick juicy petals, pelting everyone in the face and back. Everyone cheered as the last petals fell off the plants and Fred and George dove under the table to collect as many Freezing Shudder petals as they could. Heather looked down at them as they stuffed them into their robe pockets and took a few extra petals at random.
“There’s nothing to be worried about technically, but I am.” Neville looked around the room again as if double checking that the only plants to have exploded were only the non-deadly ones. “I mean its Fred and George isn’t it?”
Heather laughed and shrugged.
“Well. That seems to be the last of them.” Professor Sprout went by checking the plants and awarded five points to Slytherin for Heather’s correct guess and almost forty to Hufflepuff for all of their correct guesses as well.
Professor Sprout made everyone leave so she could clean up and Heather walked back to the castle with Neville, Fred, and George. Neville guessed why they’d want to grow Frozen Shudders the whole way but he either never guessed correctly or they refused to let them in on it.
Heather yawned as she pulled the library door open and quickly found Harry and Ron at a table in the back talking to a large pile of books. She approached and sat down. “Hello Hermione, how’s the studying?”
“Will everyone PLEASE stop distracting me?”
Ron shook his head. “She’s been like this since we got here. Harry, help me make another pile of books over here, they might be friendlier than this one.”
Heather laughed and took out all her sheets of parchment and her potions book. She stared at it and frowned, shoving it back in her bag and took out her transfigurations and charms ones.
“Oh can we copy!” Ron shuffled his papers around and flattened out his started essay with one sentence on it. He had his quill ready to write as he leaned over to see what she’d already written.
“I HOPE you��re joking, Ron.”
Harry rolled his eyes and moved Heather’s started essay for him and Ron to read.
“I’m not hearing a yes.”
Ron groaned. “Oh quiet, ‘Ancient Runes Made Easy’. And tell ‘Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles’ to mind her own business.”
“Humph.”
Heather wiped the smile off her face with the back of her wrist and turned to Harry. “You have practice today, don’t you? You should tell Wood that Derrick and Malfoy are planning to get you kicked off Quidditch.”
“Kicked off?”
“At least for just this match.”
Harry looked to Ron amused. “And how would they?”
“McGonagall would sooner set fire to her office than kick Harry off and lose the Quidditch Cup.” Ron leaned in. “I think she’ll lose her mind this year. Heard Snape mention it’d be seven years of winning and she almost hexed his pants off. He burst out of the staff room with singed robes.”
Heather snorted. “Well then, when we win I hope she does.” There was a pang of uneasiness in her chest but she ignored it. It was weird to hear that kind of talk come from her own lips and not Harry’s. It made it worse that Ron and Harry were looking at her slightly shocked. “Anyways. They think she’ll kick you out if they can get you in a fight. She let the Gobstone club lose their best player over a dumb fight.”
“Yeah but… That’s Gobstones…” Harry drummed his fingers and shrugged. “No one cares about Gobstones.”
Ron nodded. “Not even McGonagall. So you’ll be fine. I’ll be your second and there’s no way you’ll lose whatever fight – ”
Hermione stood over her stack of books and glared down at Ron. “Ronald! The point is for Harry NOT to get into a fight. Not to win it! Harry if you lose to Slytherin I’ll – I’ll – I don’t know WHAT I’ll do! I’ll get expelled for hexing Malfoy’s stupid face so DON’T get in a fight!”
“Alright!” Harry put up his hands. “I never said I would. Can we all go back to studying and not talk about how at any moment between now and the match I could get cornered by a pack of giant Slytherins?”
They all nodded and Hermione sat back down behind her books. They studied and wrote all day – although Ron and Harry left several times to use the ‘bathroom’ and they always came back half an hour later with smeared chocolate on their lips – and ate lunch in the courtyard on a stone bench just to breath in fresh air.
“How’s Hermione doing it? She hasn’t eaten all day since breakfast.” Harry motioned at the empty seat next to them. “I’d be starving but she says she’ll keep this up all break.”
“Maybe I should bring her a muffin or something. If she passes out and messes up her schedule, we’ll never hear the end of it.” Ron stood and left in the direction of the great hall.
Harry pinched off muffin crumbs and popped them into his mouth. “What would you do… If Sirius Black was knocked out on the ground in front of you? Wandless.”
What would she do? She’d tell a teacher of course… But that wasn’t really Harry’s question. “I wouldn’t kill him… If that’s what you’re wondering. He deserves to go back to prison. A more suitable prison for him. One that won’t lose their most dangerous prisoner.”
Harry nodded.
She looked at him, staring at his muffin, and wondered what Harry would do. He’d say he’d kill him… and she wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t.
“He betrayed them,” Harry whispered. “He took them from us. He took our lives from us. We could have lived as wizards. Already known… EVERYTHING. We wouldn’t be staring at our friends dumbly every time they say something we didn’t already know.”
She thought about what it would have been like to live in a village like Hogsmeade somewhere. Already immersed in wizard culture and learning about muggles from their mother… She felt a hole rip open in her heart and fill with sadness. She wasn’t hungry anymore, and yet she felt starved.
“I’d make him pay.” Harry finished his muffin and stood.
Heather nodded and stood with him, punching his shoulder lightly. “And like always, I’ll stop you from doing something stupid.”
They headed back into the library and after several more hours – and at least three finished essays later – Harry left for his Quidditch practice. Ron had copied several of Hermione’s essays that she kept stacking on top of her pile of books and Ron kept sneaking and by the time it was dinner, Ron had finished two more essays.
Heather sat with her team and ate a roasted chicken leg, mashed peas, a bowl of potato soup, and left early to nap in her dorm until it was time for Quidditch practice again. She met everyone by the lockers and noticed Draco whispering to Peregrine. Marcus didn’t make them do anymore pull ups but they had to sit for at least an hour and listen to Marcus go over strategies again – which revolved around brute strength for Peregrine, Lucian, and Graham, and borderline cheating-but-not-quite from Heather and Draco. Miles Bletchley’s younger brother was there too, who had agreed to help signal Draco if he spotted the Snitch since it wasn’t cheating for the crowd to yell if they saw it before the players.
After practice, Heather dragged her feet down to the girl’s bathrooms and got ready for bed, throwing her uniform in the hamper again and didn’t bother showering. In the common room she had seen Marcus get all of Slytherin’s attention about something but she didn’t have the energy to stay and listen. She fell into bed and closed her eyes, ready to open them up soon to start the day practically all over again until Easter break ended.
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decathect | jk (3)
1. to withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss
summary: if one thing was clear to you when you first met Jeon Jungkook, it was that he would never love you. at least, not the way you wanted him to.
pairing: jjk x reader genre: unrequited love au || angst || a bit of fluff || drabble series word count: 3.5k parts: « previous | 3 / ? | next » cw: none this chap, i think. maybe it’s a bit less angsty than the ones before. note: this chap (is rlly crap i APOLOGIZE) was meant to include another scene,, but idk how to write!!! properly!!! and the first scene got outta hand so :(( here it is. the next part i rotated for it to be on the next update. im so sorry it took long,, id rather not get into the personal specifics about it but i got bad writers block at certain points and just. didnt get to finish it for my own deadline 🥺 & im still developing my writing so please!! if anyone feels like something is off/like it dragged on for too long (which is what i felt), etc, etc please let me know. also i haven’t checked for mistakes so sfhdk there’s that aha
The last few days were hectic, with finals approaching and your mind on absolute overdrive. Your Intro to Thermal Physics course was biting you in the ass, which you had felt oddly thankful for. With no time to think about Jungkook or the girl in his painting, the hours blurred themselves into a continuous loop of exhaustion and academic focus: wake up, go to class, study, sleep, rinse and repeat. You’ve even gone as far as seeking out Hoseok, your astronomy lab partner and the busiest bastard you’ve ever met, to have extended study sessions within the Atrium’s library. The mixed efforts of passing the course with flying colors, and avoiding all trace to your fuckboy crush, had so far been a success—in some ways more than others.
Time spent around any hall (either within the dorms or elsewhere in the university) was minimally reduced to avoid any lingering shadows in the corners of your eyes, while each study session left you feeling more confident. Effective, convenient. Two birds, one worm. Yes, worm.
Two mouths, shared crumbs though. Your extreme devotion to the books had, after all, demanded social sacrifice.
You haven’t seen Tae nor Joon—nor any of the other boys in days, and while you aren’t ignoring them per se, they likely know why you were behaving the way you did up until yesterday.
That night, after dinner and after dark, Taehyung had found you with your face buried in his favorite pillow, with droopy eyes and a soft pout etched onto your lips. You didn’t need to tell him about your crush, nor did you have to speak. All he needed was a look at you, a single glance, for him to decide you needed his comfort but also some space.
But apparently enough was enough, and your presence was pointedly demanded the very minute after you handed in your last exam. The day of the week —Thursday— was thus dubbed “Movie-Theather-Night” effective immediately, so he said.
That’s why currently you find yourself staring at Jimin’s front door, phone held tight between your fingers. Tae told you he was already, conveniently, near the ticket stand so he would “obviously” buy the tickets in advance. That left you with the other side quest he couldn’t complete, which you blindly agreed to do.
Your job is simple: grab Jimin —yes, the little one with a penchant for lateness— and meet up with Tae before 7.
Swallowing a groan, you pointedly stared up at the imaginary heavens beyond the building’s ceiling. Praying it be on your side for a few hours longer at least, you tuck away your phone (Tae’s mild threat about stealing Jimin’s rings if the latter didn’t hurry getting dressed completely unnoticed by you), knock on the door by mere habit, and go in.
You don’t expect the loud moans, you really don’t.
Jimin’s name gets stuck halfway past your throat as the high-pitched whines continue pouring over the living room, stiffening your shoulders and rooting your legs to the floor just a step inside the flat—just enough for the door to close itself shut. It isn’t even loud enough to cover the sounds either. Your ears turn red in a heartbeat, embarrassment tugging your lips into a frown, when you note the timbre of low, soft grunts you know belong to one guy. They hide behind and below the higher pitched ones, but you somehow pick them up nonetheless.
They don’t last long. Or maybe time goes by alarmingly fast when you zone out, because not two, three minutes later, one of the muffled voices scoffs out in discontent, dulcet tones all gone.
“What? Now?” you hear, feeling the disbelief permeating the air along with underlying disappointment. “But I thought—”
The sudden thud of a door slamming open makes you jump, startling you into partial motion before the girl rushing out the hallway catches you like a deer in headlights.
You hate how quickly you notice that she’s not the girl from Jungkook’s painting. And it’s hard not to feel guilty when your heart quickens its pace at the idea that maybe both of them are nothing more than victims of his ways. Actually, you hope for it, because you can’t help but feel it’s equally jarring to see one of his choices so soon, and so up close, right after he’s done with her. Her disheveled hair and bruised neck, the traces he’s left, almost distract you from the heated glare she sends your way for blocking the door. Almost.
You move out of her way when she tries pushing past you, leaving with a huff and as quickly as she appeared.
Suddenly, this movie-theater-night sidequest thing seems like a really bad idea. A very bad idea. You hate it here.
“J-jiminie?” you move near the hall, voice shaky in all ways you don’t want it to be. “I’m here, let’s go.”
“Just a second! There’s finally some goddamn silence—”
His muffled voice carries over from your left, closer than the door of his room. You briefly debate waiting for him there, the aspect of continuing your naturally cryptic tendencies very seductive. On the other hand, you could raid his pantry for any and all m&ms, which sounds far more soothing to your rumbling stomach.
Decided entirely on candy—Taehyung would definitely enjoy mixing it with the bucket of popcorn he never fails to buy—and maybe some food, you turn around only to collide with something, hard.
The start of what sounds like a “boo!” trails to a low grunt upon impact. It drowns out your sharp gasp, and if it weren’t for the hands grabbing you by the elbows you’d have likely lost your footing entirely.
“Oh—shit”
Jungkook’s wide eyes and o-shaped lips greet you full force, his cheeks a soft pink hue you’ve been missing lately. They don’t exactly match the deeper flush painting you from ear to ear, your reactions to him far less graceful when so near in proximity. You can’t even speak, too enthralled by the warmth of his hands, by how his eyes shift over your body in evident worry. The way his lips tremble into a frown makes you want to smooth them into out just to see his face light up like you’re more used to, but a look to his neck is more than enough to remind you what happened just minutes ago. Right.
“Hey, sorry, didn’t think you’d turn around so quickly, are you alright?” he asks, hands moving lower on your arms and eyes searching, as if he’s testing if you’re steady enough. Taking the chance, you quickly pull back and rip them altogether from his hold. His lips form a pout you don’t catch.
“Yea, I’m, uh…”
Your mouth runs dry when you let your eyes travel lower, along exposed ink, sun-kissed skin and hardened muscle you had never seen before. A faint stripe of hairs peeks out from behind his gray sweats, the sight enough to make your mind wonder how he looks lower underneath. Would he be as pretty as you imagine him to be?
Fuck. Typical. Just your luck.
Pushing the thought away, you will yourself to grimace and take a step back, away from his heat and onto clearer ground. It helps that the sudden scent lingering on him isn’t the most pleasant one.
“I’m fine, thanks. Wasn’t it laundry day yesterday?” you ask, a weak attempt to defy the heat spreading up your neck once you fully process his touch, and to hopefully derail whatever thoughts he likely just formed of you.
“What?” Jungkook looks down at himself with mild amusement, a smirk growing on his lips before his eyes bore into yours again. “Do you want me to wear a shirt? Do you not like what you see?”
Again. You hate it here.
You ignore the way your stomach tightens, hating that what he’s implying is right. A part of you does, undeniably, like seeing his skin, you can’t deny that to yourself. But for all of that, an even bigger part of you exists that simply does not. Not when your head swims with the overwhelming idea of getting rid of the dot on his collarbone, be it by hiding it through makeup or painting it a deeper hue of violet all on your own. And much less when the smell of sex gets more distinct each passing second, making you scrunch your nose in distaste.
“No,” you grumble, crossing your arms and making your way past him and towards the kitchen.
“No you don’t want me to wear a shirt?” he counters, tilting his head to the side, round eyes faking innocence a few steps behind you.
You whip your head around without thinking, cheeks pink and eyebrows knitted together in annoyance as an unthought retort makes its way to your throat. Before you can say anything in return, though, he’s already grinning at your flustered state.
“I’m kidding,“ he laughs, “You’re just easy to tease, Y/N, sorry. I was going to go shower but apparently hyung’s still in there, and I haven’t seen you in a while, so."
That last bit goes completely over your head. ’Still’ is definitely worrying, but you’d rather not know how long he’s been there in total.
"Do you think he’ll be there for more than 10?” you ask, briefly looking at the clock and doing some math. If it’s 6:27 he has exactly 10 minutes to finish. Since the ride to the theater takes around 15 minutes, let’s say 5 is spent on parking, then you’d have exactly 3 minutes to find Tae before the clock strikes 7:00.
“Hopefully not, but who knows.”
“Very reassuring,” you deadpan. It comes out halfheartedly, your focus now on finding the candy stash they keep in the corner cabinet of their kitchen.
Jungkook trains his gaze on your shorter frame when you set your attention on the upper shelf, noticing your confusion at the sight of all the snacks up there. Grabbing a mini bottle of milk from the fridge, he watches on with amusement as you get on your tippy toes, hand trying and failing to grasp the giant yellow bag of m&m’s you’re determined to steal. Before today he’d wondered why Jimin keeps on buying two bags when the shorter strictly eats the peanut-less ones, and when Yoongi doesn’t even eat sweets, but now it makes more sense to him. He vaguely remembers you eating his bag without knowing it was his. Not that he ever corrected you.
Clearly, your struggles are new to you. The peanut m&ms were always on the bottom shelf, always. You had no clue the others decided just last week to stash the dorm’s snacks somewhere more unreachable, mostly so it’s partially forgotten and not inhaled in a single day as compared to how it’s been until then.
Exasperation reveals itself on your clenched jaw and dramatic pout, but just when you’re about to climb the counter, a pair of warm hands anchor themselves to your waist and joist you upwards.
“W-whoa, hey— w,what are you doing?” Your breath hitches and squeaks as you tense, unused to the touch but trying to work on automatic as warning signals immediately start to blare red.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Some of his warmth spreads through the thin fabric of the shirt you’re wearing, giving you goosebumps and speeding up your pulse. “I should be the one with questions, you shorty. Like, is there a reason you’re stealing our m&m’s?” Jungkook asks, tone light and in total contrast to the hot breath you feel against your back. It ignites a shiver to run down your spine, no permission given. Honestly, you’re surprised you hear him over the pulse continuously pounding in your ears.
“Is there a reason you’re helping me steal your m&m’s?” You counter with a mumble, voice small despite your tries to seem unbothered. Holding onto the wooden cabinets for some stability, you snatch up the bag.
Below you Jungkook drags out a hum as if he’s thinking it through, but with his chest millimeters from your back you can feel the subtle vibrations. You want to scream. Shovel it, Y/N. Shovel it.
“Eh, I don’t mind sharing food in times of need.”
“How do you—is it my dark circles? Do they look that bad?” After Tae’s message you had gone straight for a shower and a fresh change of clothes. Makeup had never been a source of comfort, and today was no different.
“Um…”
Peering down with the full intent of adding that he can bring you down now, you catch a glimpse of the fading marks on his knuckles seconds before his grip tightens around your waist. If Jungkook manages to hear your weak whimper he says nothing. He simply lowers you gently and without command, muscles flexing but no complaints of your weight present.
“Thanks,” you add, turning to face him but rooting yourself to the spot instead of following his touch like you want to do. There’s only so much you can take before all that’s left is to crumble, and you deny to let yourself seem that weak. It’s not like you’ve changed your mind regarding your crush, after all. The quicker you forget about it, the better. The more you suppress it, the easier it will be to forget. Right? “For the lift, I mean, and for allowing my petty crime.”
The fact that you find Jungkook halfway towards the island counter, mere seconds after he lets go, stays in the front of your mind. The distance between you two grows back to the one you’re used to faster than you expect.
“Y'welcome,” he says, words slurred together as his accent shows and that toothy, bunny smile of his gets shot your way. It’s blatantly infuriating how easily he manages to make your erratic heart thud, thud, thud. But you swallow the truth, suppress how you’ve long to see every little thing he keeps on doing. “And nah, you should’ve seen Yoongi hyung this morning. Still look exhausted though. When do you finish?”
“Today—”
Jungkook blinks. “Already?”
“—Mhm. Which is why Taetae wants to hang out, and why I need these,” you motion for the bag cradled in your arms as if it were your very own child—as if you’d ever want any. The small space on the counter becomes your new seat, feet swaying anxiously with each second Jimin doesn’t come out.
“Let me guess. Movies?” he asks, eyes starry as he slurps the remaining liquid from his bottle and extends an arm your way. You get the gist of what he wants when he makes grabby hands. He looks adorable, but the way his bare torso keeps on making your stomach flip and sink at any given glimpse tells you he’s actually at his most dangerous.
You simply nod, letting him grab some m&ms from your bag before you can come to regret it.
“Which one?”
“I… dunno yet,” you confess, head tilting. “It’s his turn to choose.” Truthfully, the question hadn’t come up. Movie sessions at the dorms always consist of rotating turns: one week him, one week Jimin, one week you. Considering Tae hadn’t even mentioned the name, you take it he’s claiming his turn. It’s been ages since you’ve been to the theater, as well, so no new or specific titles of your choice come to mind.
Sometimes it baffles Jungkook that he doesn’t really know how much time you spend with his friends. Tough maybe less when he met you first, lately whenever you’re available he’s busy trying to finish his latest piece, or getting x or y homework done with, or waiting for inspiration to strike, or de-stressing through a good fuck or some exercise. Or at least he thinks so. Whether you’re busy with astrophysics or something else he doesn’t ask, he only knows you’re often not there. So whenever he hears about you from his hyungs, he wonders just how close you’ve gotten to the most important people in his life, while completely skipping over his radar.
“Oh? ” he hums, mildly interested but unable to say or do much else besides munch.
An idea begins to play in your head as you pop a blue in your mouth, the recurring invite repeating itself like a broken record stuck in repeat, waiting to be talked about. Would he even want to go with you guys? Part of you figures he doesn’t, that he’s likely preoccupied with matters unknown to you so there’s no point in asking. The other half tells you to try anyway, that maybe officializing a… deeper friendship —if you had one in the first place— might be just what you need. To take him off the pedestal your heart built for him, to know a more real side of him, if he ever allows it.
“Hey, Jungkook? Would—”
“Incoming”
Your tongue gets tied to your throat the second Widowmaker’s voice travels around the kitchen, resounding loudly from whereyou guess is his pocket.
Jungkook gives you a sheepish look as he takes his phone out, a sorry halfway past his lips when his eyes catch the screen. He’s so entranced by whatever is catching his attention that his voice loses all volume. By the way his head suddenly cocks to the side, you know he’s either feeling challenged or having his ego massively stroked, but you can’t quite place the flush faintly covering his cheekbones.
Another apology tries leaving him when he notices your waiting stare, his fingers hurriedly tapping at his screen. But it’s a useless effort, since he’s cut off again, this time by ringtone.
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to answer, a slight smirk of his in place. You can’t help but squirm and look away.
“Gimme a sec babe—no I’m not, just give me—”
Oh.
The way his tone changes, the way his eyes glaze in less than a heartbeat, him. You drown it all out, drown him out. You don’t need this right now, or so soon, or at all.
As if knowing you need a saviour and a distraction, your forgotten phone begins to play Tae’s chosen ringtone. The clock reads 6:36 pm.
“Oh, fuck.” Scrambling, you pocket the bag of chocolates and stand up in a hurry.
“Wait, Y/N,” Jungkook calls from his seat. You see his phone pressed to his chest, as to muffle your conversation from being heard, or to ignore the loud voice still finding a way to be heard over his own. “What did you want to ask me?”
But it’s then that Jimin barrels out of the bathroom, loud and striking as if a new form of thunder. And like thunder, you hear his voice before his body.
“I’M DONE, Y/NNNNNN LET’S GOOoooo!"
His voice dies out the closer he gets to you, a confused sound replacing his words at the sight of his roommate. It’s clear he didn’t expect to find you and Jungkook in the same room, presumably… interacting.
Turning to the youngest, you offer a halfhearted shrug and an easy lie. "I kinda forgot already, sorry."
If he replies, you don’t know. You don’t register Jimin’s confused "huh? forgot what?” either. Tae’s call had gone to voicemail amidst all the noise, so you have to do damage control.
As expected, he picks up after the first ring. “Y/n?"
"Is that Tae?” Jimin suddenly asks, head whipping your way. His tiny hands reach for your phone without your confirmation, making you twist away to evade his wiggling fingers. t’s as if he somehow knows it’s his friend despite not being able to hear his voice, nor you giving any indication. “Kim Taehyung! Why aren’t you picking up my—”
“Hyung, can you lower your voice?” Jungkook calls from somewhere in the background, a bit exasperated at the commotion.
Your head hurts. Why couldn’t they both shut up?
“Hey, Jimin’s with me already, we’ll be on our way.”
“Ya, Jungkook, are you really asking me that? Just go talk somewhere else! And what are you doing without a shirt on? I told you not to harass Y/N.”
You can hear Taehyung whining from the other end of the line. Honestly, you missed it, missed him. “You haven’t left? Is that Jungkook? Why are you still in the dorms?”
“What? I didn’t do anything! If you didn’t take so long in the bathroom—wait—” a timbre shift. He’s not talking to Jimin anymore. “Did you really just disobey me?"
“Disgusting…” Jimin huffs from besides you, annoyed and equally embarrassed by his roommate’s lack of shame. It’s exactly what he needs to move into action, bidding the boy farewell with a simple “just behave while I’m gone.”
You can only roll your eyes at the background exchange, ignoring, ignoring, ignoring. "No, yes, and I’ve no idea why but we’re leaving now,” you answer. Jimin’s smaller hand grabs yours before you finish speaking, pulling you along until you fall into steps behind him. “Plus I bring m&ms so that’s a win.”
You don’t catch Jungkook’s warm see you later!, too caught up with Tae’s praise over your choice of chocolate and the rush to go once and for all.
And that’s okay. You wouldn’t have been able to answer, anyway. Not with the growing uncertainty in your chest.
Would a friendship with him be worth the impending heartache? Could you put yourself through that before you push your own feelings away?
Maybe you aren’t ready just yet.
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Wool’s Orphanage
Part 3: Float!
||Chara Bolton was left at Wool’s Orphanage when she was just a few months old. She has been living there ever since. Chara likes being alone and does not have many friends but upon realising that she and Tom Riddle have some special things in common, she wants to spend more time with him.
(All the rights belong to JK Rowling except for a few original characters)
I’m sorry if my writing sucks. This is my first story and English is not my first language. I also want to add a small trigger warning for depression, self-harm, violence and abusive relationships.||
Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 4
Chara didn't even bother trying to get to her favourite seat first, Tom was walking towards it without even throwing her an intimidating look. It was like he knew she wouldn't try it. So she just followed him and took the seat next to his. Everyone who had to help prepare lunch was walking in and out of the kitchen and a few children were already seated. Chara and Tom didn't talk during lunch, she tried to think of something to say but all that came to her mind were questions that she shouldn't ask while other children were there. Something Chara didn't understand was Tom's behaviour. He was always so angry and annoyed by everything. But why was he in such a bad mood all the time when he had these amazing powers? Chara couldn't stop smiling, she was amazed and a little scared that she would wake up to discover it was a dream. This just didn't feel real. She was a little discouraged because she wasn't able to let the pocket watch float but she would try again after lunch. Chara glanced over at Tom, he was a mystery to her, she had so many questions about this power and about him but she was too scared to ask any of them. Would he help her control it? He seemed so angry at her but then again he was always angry and aggressive. Maybe he hated her. Maybe he didn't want her to have this power too. She decided to stop thinking about Tom and focus on positive things. Chara was excited to get back to her room and practice letting things float. Her thoughts were interrupted by Miss Lester. "Remember that you all should be ready to go in an hour. We'll meet in the backyard where you're going to be separated into four groups. We will be back for dinner. Happy Halloween everyone!" "Don't forget to bring your dishes to the kitchen." Mrs Cole added. Chara had completely forgotten about Halloween. She didn't want to go, she wanted to practice! Everyone was getting up but to Chara's surprise, Tom was still sitting next to her. He was normally the first person to leave the room. She noticed that he had barely touched his food. Sure it didn't really taste good but here in Wool's Orphanage everyone was happy when they had enough. He suddenly looked at her, as if he knew what she was thinking, he had a smirk on his face but then it changed to a face of agony, he put his hands on his stomach and yelled over the loud chatter: "M-Mrs Cole? I don't feel so good" She immediately came over, put her hand on his forehead and looked at his plate with a concerned look. "Oh dear, you haven't eaten anything! I don't think you have a high temperature though, where does it hurt?" "My stomach, I couldn't get myself to eat more." he looked at Mrs Cole as if the pain was about to kill him. "Please go to your room, I will ask Martha to take a look at you and in the meantime I want you to rest and drink as much as possible. I'm afraid I can't let you walk through London today, I'm sorry. Chara please be a dear and bring Tom's plate to the kitchen for him" She left the food hall in a hurry probably to search for Martha. Chara couldn't believe this. He was obviously not sick! He just didn't want to go out! She didn't want to either. Chara was actually a little impressed by how easy it was for him to convince Mrs Cole that he was sick.
Tom was already at the door to his room when she caught up to him. "You're not sick, are you?!" She said when he opened the door. "What makes you think that?" He questioned innocently. "Too bad I can't go out today, I hope you have fun though." He added smirking. "I don't want to go either!" "That's not my problem." And with that, he closed the door. She wanted to go in but wasn't really sure what he would do. He was very scary sometimes. Tom probably didn't think about entering her room once, earlier today. Uncertain if this was the right decision she touched the doorknob and entered slowly. Chara realised that she had never been in his room before, to no surprise it looked nearly identical to hers just without a mirror. Tom was sitting on his bed with a book in his hand, ignoring her. She had actually expected him to yell at her or worse. With a little more confidence she closed the door behind her and just as she did so she felt something heavy hit her head. "What the-" Then another thing hit her shoulder, she tried to shield herself from whatever attacked her with her hands. Looking up she saw 5 rocks floating above her head and they then immediately came crashing down on her. "I don't remember inviting you in." Tom was standing now, with an intimidating look on his face. "I-I'm sorry" she was a little angry because he had entered her room too without an invitation. "Do you think we're friends now? Do you actually believe that I would show you how it works? That I would care or like that you might have the same powers as me?" He had taken a few steps forward while taking and Chara pressed herself against the door getting more scared of him with every step. "N-No! I- I was just-" he was right in front of her now. "Stop stuttering. It's annoying." "I was hoping you could help me come up with an excuse so I can stay here too." Chara was trying to sound confident but she was obviously shaking. "Why would I do that? Have I ever given you a reason to believe I would enjoy helping you?" He stared at her for a few more seconds before turning around walking towards his bed. Chara was just happy that he didn't attack her with more rocks so she opened the door to leave. "You know I actually thought you were more intelligent than other children, turns out you're just as dull" Tom said, not looking up from the book that he had just started reading again. "I-" Chara started. "Out of everyone here you have the best excuse to stay. You better talk to Miss Lester, she is way easier to persuade. Now, leave." He still didn't look at her. "I won't be bothering you again! I promise!" with that, she left the room as quickly and quietly as she could. Chara felt stupid. Why hadn't she thought of this? It was so obvious what she had to do! She ran down the stairs and saw Miss Lester walking into Mrs Cole's room. Chara was trying to think of what exactly she would say to her and rubbed her eyes intensely so they would look red as if she had cried. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Miss Lester come out of the room and Chara trotted towards her with her head down. "Miss Lester?" she said, still looking at the floor. "What is it Chara? Are you okay?" Miss Lester went on both knees so she could be face to face with Chara. "I- I can't go." she tried her best to look very sad and managed to make herself tear up. "Oh dear, why not? You were so excited a few days ago." "I can't stop crying. I keep asking myself why my parents abandoned me. Who are they? Was I not good enough? Do they hate me? I-" Miss Lester interrupted her with a hug. Chara was surprised and didn't really know how to react. She just stood there. "Oh, Chara!" Miss Lester let her go to look at her face and wiped a few tears away. "Let's go to your room and talk a little. Would you like that?" She gave Chara a reassuring smile. Actually, Chara had hoped this wouldn't take long but she couldn't just say no. "I guess." Chara muttered. Miss Lester had held Chara's hand all the way to her room which made her really uncomfortable but she continued to pretend that she was sad. They were sitting on Chara's bed and had been talking about her parents for about half an hour. Miss Lester kept saying things like how she should look forward to the future not back to her past and she shouldn't care about things she didn't know. Chara had no idea what to say next, she didn't actually care about her parents. "So you don't think going out with everyone else would make you feel better?" Miss Lester spoke up and gave her a small smile. "No." Chara answered hoping this conversation would be over soon. "But it might be a distraction and I promise you we'll have so much fun you'll forget all about the bad feelings this day brings for you." Chara could tell that Miss Lester really cared about her. "I would prefer not be around other children today. They- they can be so mean." Chara sobbed trying her best to make it look real. "What? Who is mean to you?" Miss Lester seemed surprised. "Uum- I don't-" "Please, I won't tell them that you said anything" Miss Lester took Chara's left hand in both of her hands and added, "If you don't tell me I can't make it better." Chara didn't know where this was going, she just kept on telling lie after lie. The most believable person to bully her was- "Betty." Chara said, avoiding eye contact. "That's what I suspected. Thanks for trusting me with this, Chara." She said while squeezing Chara's hand. "But I don't feel comfortable leaving you her all by yourself, crying in your room. I'm telling you, this will be a lot of fun!" Miss Lester gave her a big beautiful smile. "N-no! Please, I will be distracting myself with my new book! I can't go! I won't go! Please don't make me!" Chara broke into tears again and freed her left hand from Miss Lester to be extra dramatic. "Oh dear, I'm not making you do anything! I'm sorry, Chara. But please promise me that you'll tell me whenever you're feeling down or you have a problem. I'm always here for you. I want you to know that. You can always talk to me." She got up from the bed and added, "I have to leave with the others soon, maybe you'll change your mind but it's okay if you don't." And with that, she left Chara's room. Finally. She was alone. Chara wiped her tears away and got up to pick up the books that laid on the floor. She should feel bad about all that lying. Miss Lester was so nice and understanding, she had only been here for a month but Chara already liked her more than all the other adults. But she didn't feel guilty for lying to her. Chara got what she wanted and it felt good to get away with lying.
The others had gone out an hour ago. That's how long Chara had been staring at her pocket watch. She sat on the bed trying to make the watch fly through the room. It hadn't worked yet and she got more impatient by the minute. What was she doing wrong? She imagined the watch floating and concentrated so hard that her eyes were dry because she forgot to blink. She thought about what Tom had said: 'I'm just thinking about it. I command them to fly in my mind and with enough concentration, they start doing what I want them to do' Command? What did that even mean? She closed her eyes for a few seconds and tried to calm herself. "Float." Chara commanded.
Nothing happened.
"I SAID FLOAT YOU STUPID PIECE OF JUNK!" She was so angry and disappointed that she got up and kicked the chair so hard that it flew against the wall. Thankfully it didn't break. All her anger was concentrated on the watch even though she was the one not being able to make it float. She still blamed the watch. Tom had done it with books and rocks, maybe that was easier. She got a book from the desk and slammed it on the bed.
A few more hours flew by and she had tried it with every object in the room, she had gone outside to get sticks, stones and some flowers and she even tried gestures with her hand and muttering magic words she knew from books. Everyone was back from their trip through the neighbourhood and Chara could hear them chatting about how much fun they had. Chara felt like crying but they had just been called to dinner and she surely didn't want another awkward conversation with Miss Lester. Her room was a mess because she had kicked and thrown everything around in her rage. She wasn't as early as normally for dinner and a lot of children were already seated including Tom of course. He was in her favourite seat, she might never be able to sit at the end of that table again just because he liked it. This made her even angrier than she already was but she didn't say anything and just sat down next to him. "So how was your day?" He said with an unbearable amount of smugness. He probably heard her yelling and the noise of things hitting a wall. "Shut-" "Chara! Where have you been? We missed you!" Dennis Bishop had interrupted her and sat down next to her. "Dennis-" she started. "You normally love getting out of here right? Are you sick or something?" His brown eyes met her blue ones but she looked away quickly. "I wasn't feeling so good but now I'm better" she glanced at Tom for a second before she continued. "I slept the whole time you were gone"
Dinner had felt like it took ages to end but now she was finally back in her room. Dennis had kept talking about things Chara really didn't care about and she regretted sitting next to Tom because just his presence made her angry and maybe a little envious. How come he was so good at this and Chara wasn't? It just wasn't fair. Maybe he had caught her when she fell without realising it and she didn't have any powers after all. She was done with this day so she decided to go to sleep early, normally she would read until she was really tired. Chara didn't even bother cleaning up the mess she had made, she just changed into her sleepwear and went to bed.
Chara had a feeling of waking up. It was dark. She wasn't in her bed, she was standing. It was so dark she couldn't even see her hand when she held it right in front her face. There was a noise, maybe voices. She walked towards them. It got louder and louder with every step. It was more of a hissing, it was still too dark to see anything. She was in some kind of empty space. She continued to walk towards the hissing noise and suddenly there was screaming too. There was crying and screaming and it became so loud it was unbearable. Chara fell to her knees and tried to cover her ears but the mix of hissing, screaming and crying just got louder. She closed her eyes and yelled. Stop! Leave me alone! For some reason, she had the feeling that there was one person doing this to her. Suddenly she couldn't breathe anymore, she opened her eyes and tried to yell again but it didn't work. The noises were still unbearable to listen to. Just before she thought she would die it stopped. Everything stopped. It was quiet. Hello? Is someone here? She asked hopefully. Was it over? All of the sudden she could see something again. But the light wasn't coming from above or some kind of obvious source. It was her, it was like she was glowing. Pain. She looked at her right arm which had started hurting. 'pathetic' was carved into her skin. More pain. She looked at her left hand. 'idiot'
Pain on her left arm 'worthless'.
'alone' just above her knee.
Her legs hurt. 'unimportant'
'annoying' Her belly. 'stupid'
Face. 'unwanted'
There was blood coming from every limb of her body. I was so painful that she couldn't stand anymore. She dropped into a puddle of her own blood. More and more cuts appeared on her body. 'helpless' 'sad' 'unnecessary' 'incapable' 'oblivious' She stopped reading them.
Chara called for help. But nobody came.
She literally jumped out of her bed. She was crying. This was the worst nightmare she had ever had. Chara was still scared, her heart was pounding very fast. There was a sudden movement next to her and she leapt back to her bed, she could make out fast objects flying through her room. The light was dim but she instantly recognised who was standing in the middle of the room. "Tom?!"
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Hi there! I've been reading some of the works you all have made and I love them! I was wondering if you could do #4 and #19 with jungkook, please?
Adore You (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)
Prompt request: “I thought you didn’t want me.” + “Are you jealous?”
Summary: There are so many things you adore about Jungkook. But if there’s one thing you don’t like, it’s how kind he is to everyone else. Can’t you just keep him for yourself?
Word count: 1.2k words
You glanced at your seatmate from the corner of your eye. Jungkook had been sitting at your two-person desk since the beginning of the semester, and since then, you had begun to develop a crush. A pretty big crush, if you were being honest.
How could you not? Jungkook was kind, hardworking, and also incredibly good looking. You definitely weren’t alone in your infatuation, either. Almost every girl in your class eyed you enviously every day.
You slipped into your seat just as the bell rang. Jungkook was already there, and he glanced up at you as you arrived.
“Hey Y/N,” he greeted casually.
“Hey,” you smiled back, trying to stay nonchalant.
“Did you do the homework last night?” Jungkook asked, flipping through his binder. He was studious–far more than you, anyway.
“Nope,” you replied easily. Chemistry was the least of your priorities. “I had a late shift last night.”
“Oh, you want to copy?” Jungkook offered, pushing his binder towards you. “You’re still working? Aren’t you worried about your grades this year?”
“Thanks,” you said, pulling out your own notebook. “And not really. My grades are good enough for university.”
“Damn,” Jungkook commented with a smile, although you missed it because you were too focused on writing. “Impressive. Also, I didn’t get some of the questions. Sorry about that.”
“Wow, that’s new,” you smirked. “You’re a thousand times better at chem than me, though.”
The teacher arrived, clearing his throat as he set his supplies down at the front of the class. You and Jungkook lapsed into silence as the lesson began. During the course of the period, you nodded off numerous times. Jungkook nudged you awake every time.
“Just let me sleep,” you whined, keeping your volume low so you wouldn’t get in trouble. “This is so boring and I’m exhausted.”
“You should reconsider that job of yours,” Jungkook suggested haughtily, and you just laughed.
The girl sitting in front of you turned around and glared at you. At first, you thought she was angry at you for talking, but when her gaze slipped to Jungkook’s longingly, you realized she was just jealous.
She turned around quickly, and you figured she wouldn’t bother you.
But boy, were you wrong.
The next day in class, you arrived (nearly late, as always) to see someone sitting in your seat beside Jungkook. It was the jealous girl from yesterday. You walked up to your seat, eyebrow raised.
“Oh, Y/N,” Jungkook noticed, looking up from his binder, which was placed in the middle of the shared desk. “I’m just explaining something to Ara.”
“I can move if you want,” Ara offered sweetly, though her eyes were daring you to suggest otherwise.
“No, it’s fine,” you replied, a little amusedly. What else could you say? You slipped into the empty seat in front of your desk and retrieved your supplies from your bag.
Jungkook and Ara talked ceaselessly behind you. You heard her giggle, and it made you want to gag. But Jungkook replied enthusiastically, and you wondered if Jungkook enjoyed your company at all. Pushing your insecurities away, you focused your attention to the front of the room.
Of all days, your teacher was absent. A timid-looking substitute scurried into the classroom, stammering out some instructions. The volume of the class increased, and Jungkook and Ara laughed away.
Annoyed, you turned to your own work. The student sitting beside you was a quiet, nerdy boy. You figured he wouldn’t want to converse with you. Pulling out your phone, you put on earphones and blasted your music, trying to drown out Ara’s voice.
“Uh, excuse me,” the boy beside you said hesitantly. You turned to him, pulling out an earbud. “Your music is really loud. Can you turn it down a little?”
Your eye twitched in annoyance. Like the class wasn’t loud already. “Sure,” you replied through gritted teeth. Opting to turn your music off completely, you resorted to placing your head on the desk.
It was another long shift yesterday, too, so it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Still, the background noise of Jungkook and Ara never ceased and haunted you in your slumber.
The next day, Ara was sitting in your seat again. She and Jungkook were looking at something on her phone, laughing, and didn’t notice your arrival. More defeated than anything, you slumped into Ara’s empty seat without comment.
At the sound of your chair scraping against the ground, Jungkook’s head shot up. He opened his mouth, but you weren’t looking his way, so he said nothing. Instead, he continued to entertain Ara, too polite to do anything else.
You wished he would say something like, “This isn’t your seat” or “I want Y/N to sit here,” but you knew he wouldn’t. Maybe he didn’t care if you sat with him, anyway. Jungkook was nice to everyone, and you were probably just projecting your own affections onto him.
The teacher strode into the classroom just as the bell rang.
“I apologize for my absence yesterday,” he began sternly, as always. “We’ll be starting a lab today. You’ll have to work quickly today to make up for lost time. So before I explain this assignment, please get into pairs.”
Inwardly, you cursed Ara for stealing your opportunity to work with Jungkook. Sighing, you turned to the boy beside you to ask if he wanted to be partners. But just as you opened your mouth, a hand shot out and tapped the boy on the back.
“Hey,” Jungkook said once the boy turned in his seat. “Do you mind if we switch spots?”
Your eyes widened to surprise, flicking to Jungkook. He was looking intently at the nerdy boy, who stammered his agreement. Glancing at Ara, you couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly. On your desk, Ara’s fists were clenched.
Jungkook swiftly switched seats with the boy beside you.
“I was thinking we could be partners,” Jungkook said as he set his books down. “You look a little surprised, so I hope that’s okay with you.”
“No, of course it’s fine,” you hurried to respond. “I just thought you didn’t want me. As your lab partner, I mean.”
“Are you jealous?” Jungkook asked, his eyebrows rising. Your cheeks burned, and you hurried to deny that. “She kinda just sat there. I didn’t want to be mean and tell her to move.”
“How was I supposed to know?” you sulked, burying your nose in your textbook. Still, you were giddy at the fact that Jungkook had went out of his way to be your partner.
“Obviously I’d rather sit with you,” Jungkook replied, a little incredulously. “Don’t be dumb. You wanted to sit with me too, right?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled sheepishly, still blushing. Jungkook smiled at you fondly, but like always, you were too busy looking elsewhere to notice.
The teacher’s voice cut through the noise, and he continued with his instructions. You and Jungkook turned your attention to the front of the class, and your embarrassment lessened once Jungkook’s gaze was diverted.
There were many things you adored about Jungkook. But if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was how kind he was to everyone. Still, he made up for it by being nicest to you.
- Girl in Luv
Ok…these prompts were practically begging for Fuckboy!Jungkook, but I’ve written that so much and HE IS A SOFT BUN I can’t keep doing this! For real though, sometimes I think JK would be a real fuccboi if he grew up in North America. Like u seen the boy?? Still, he’s so cute, and I like writing sweet JK. You guys prefer fuckboy JK or smol bun JK?
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TRANSLATION: JOKER GAME 2ND YEAR D-CLASS, SAKUMA-SENSEI RETURNS!! PART 1
Hello.
I’m back to shitpost on the Joker Game tag. lol jk
This drama CD is all the weird things the fans wanted, I guess. ww
Warning: VERY LONG. As in 4789 words long. TN notes at the bottom. I’ll update this post once I’ve translated the other tracks.
Text inside 「these」means that Odagiri is talking via LINE, and italicized text inside asterisks like * these * means that it’s the characters’ thoughts.
Well then, let’s jump into the madness after the cut!
Part 2 - 第2話「the night of the school trip」 Part 3 - 第3話「All out! Evacuation Drill! 」
第1話 「an activity log of a certain day」
Sakuma: Yuuki Private Academy, Middle School Department. Because their previous adviser quit suddenly, starting the second semester, I became the class adviser for the 2nd Year, D-Class. The D-Class is a specially formed group, specifically for a group of problem students. And thus the daily lives of these exceptionally unique students continue.
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Yuuki: Your presence is a good catalyst for those boys in D-Class. How about it? Do you have the will to be their class adviser until they graduate?
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Sakuma: I wonder, would those guys graduate first or would my stomach be ridden with ulcers first? Though the Headmaster directly entrusted them to me, I should do my best to guide them! Okay, I’ll give my all today!
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Sakuma: Drama CD, Joker Game
Miyoshi: 2nd Year D-Class, Sakuma-sensei Returns!!
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Yuuki: This is a record of the daily lives of the D-Class. It starts in the early morning, 06:00 hours.
Sakuma: Hm?
Amari: Good morning, Sakuma-sensei!
Hatano: Morning~!
Sakuma: You guys are early, do you have morning practice for basketball club?
Hatano: Yes, since the tournament is approaching. Are you jogging, Sakuma-sensei?
Sakuma: Yeah, since I feel like my body would become weak if I don’t move. So recently, I’ve been jogging in the early morning.
Amari: If you’re interested in exercising, you should join our club. Hatano’s so Spartan in our training. Right~?
Hatano: It’s not like I want to be like that, whose fault do you think it is?! It’s because you keep slacking off here and there that I do it!
Amari: Life should be lived freely, one should grab that opportunity! It’s important to live it the way you want it~!
Hatano: Why you–…!!
Sakuma: Thanks for the invitation, but I’m not really interested in joining ball games.
Hatano: Oh yeah, Sensei’s specialty is kendo and judo, right?
Amari: We heard that you’ve even joined national tournaments during your high school days.
Sakuma: Y-you guys do know a lot huh… *Huh..? Did I ever tell anyone about this…?*
Hatano: You should be careful about your personal information being leaked~!
Sakuma: Don’t read my thoughts!
Hatano: We’ll go on ahead, then!
Amari: See you in the classroom!
Sakuma: Ah–… yeah. Do your best during training!
Amari: Hatano, you sure have low energy during mornings huh. Do you have low blood pressure? (1)
Hatano: Well, there’s that but I was also reading a book until late last night.
Amari: You should be careful not to stay up too late, or else you won’t grow any taller~!
Hatano: HAAAH?!
Amari: Ahaha! So you’ll get angry at that!
Sakuma: I should run a bit more.
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Yuuki: At around the same time…
Miyoshi: *sigh* I can’t fix it huh, this bed hair…
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Yuuki: 08:00 hours, before homeroom.
Tazaki: Good morning!
Jitsui: Good morning, Tazaki-san!
Fukumoto: Good morning!
Odagiri: 「Good morning~」
Tazaki: Hm? Your greeting sticker is energetic today, did something good happen, Odagiri?
Odagiri: 「Last night, Music Channel aired JG Musume’s(2) new release! It’s super god-like! 」
Tazaki: Wait one second, it’s not only Fukumoto who likes that idol group, JG Musume?
Fukumoto: The group’s new member looks a lot like Odagiri’s childhood friend, so I showed him their music video.
Jitsui: And he got so into it huh? What a simpleton.
Odagiri: 「Yuriri looks so much like Chizu-nee, it hurts! 」
Jitsui: I don’t care what you guys get into, but can you not live tweet everything while it’s being aired on TV? Look what happened to my timeline!
Tazaki: Truly, it’s just full of Odagiri and Fukumoto’s tweets.
Fukumoto: I apologize. I got caught in the moment, I need to let everyone know about JG Musume’s ultimate cuteness–…
Odagiri: 「I agree! 」
Jitsui: Please think about us who gets flooded with 10 or 20 tweets about the same thing. Well, I’ve already muted you both anyway.
Tazaki: Is it a good thing that he hasn’t blocked you guys yet?
Fukumoto: Tazaki, you also have a Twitter account right? I haven’t seen you tweet recently.
Tazaki: Ah, I’ve recently put up a channel in YouTube, so I’ve been uploading the new sleight of hand tricks that I’ve learned there.
Odagiri: 「Tazaki, you’re a YouTuber?!」
Tazaki: It’s not that big of a deal. Here.
Tazaki: I have here the Joker card. I’ll crumple it inside my left hand and count to three, to change the card into something else! One, two, three!
Fukumoto: That’s amazing. It changed into a pigeon in an instant.
Jitsui: Is it really that amazing? Rather than that, what I’m bothered by is his channel’s username.
Odagiri: 「Tazakin(3). lololol」
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Yuuki: At the same time…
Miyoshi: Not a hair is out of place, the perfect hairstyle! A cat? Don’t come after me.
Kaminaga: Good morning~! It’s not like I want to go with you anyway~!
Miyoshi: Kaminaga, I’m not talking to you.
Kaminaga: Hm? Oh! A black cat! How cute~! Here, here~! Ooh~ you’ve got such soft and silky fur! If you were a human, you’d definitely a black haired beauty!
Miyoshi: That cat’s a male though.
Kaminaga: Eh?!
Miyoshi: Well, you’ll know when you look at it.
Kaminaga: Miyoshi, even though you claim to hate cats, you know a lot about them huh. Besides, why do you even hate them?! Is it because their fur sticks to everything?
Miyoshi: It doesn’t matter.
Kaminaga: But if this guy’s a stray, then it’s worrying. There’s been cases of someone abusing strays around this area.
Miyoshi: If we don’t get a move on, we’ll be late.
Kaminaga: Ehh… then, Cat-chan, well, Cat-kun, bye bye~!
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Mutou: Your skirt is too short! And you, your necktie is crooked!
Kaminaga: Geh. It’s vice-principal Mutou! Is it inspection day today?!
Miyoshi: The committee is not with him. Isn’t he just doing it for nothing?
Mutou: D-Class… you guys are almost late! I know that you’re all troublesome students, so I suppose that you won’t have any complaints if we expel you!
Kaminaga: Did we cause trouble~?
Mutou: Stop playing dumb! Kaminaga! I’ve heard that you’ve been going around, seducing all the female students in this school!
Kaminaga: I haven’t actually gone to that extent…
Mutou: No excuses! Miyoshi! Where’s your school badge?! Not wearing the school badge inside the school grounds is a violation of the rules–…
Miyoshi: Mutou-sensei, we only have 4 minutes and 20 seconds before homeroom starts. And because you stopped us, we’ve already wasted 30 seconds, are you still going to continue? Even though you’re the vice-principal, you’re going to make students late? We won’t stop you though.
Mutou: Ugh.. hurry up and go!
Miyoshi: Thank you very much.
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Yuuki: 10:00 hours, second period, Japanese Language.
Sakuma: I’ll be handing out the results for the short test the other day. When I call your name, come here and get it. Amari!
Amari: Yes~!
Sakuma: Odagiri!
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Sakuma: All of you in this class are very intelligent, but for some reason, all of you always gets one question wrong. This time, it’s question number 5.
Amari: “Take into account Howard’s emotions in the underlined parts and write your interpretation of it in 30 words or less.”
Kaminaga: Ah, it’s marked wrong on mine as well.
Sakuma: Interpreting how a human being’s emotions, for some strange reason, all of you repeatedly get these kinds of questions wrong. To reflect on where you went wrong, I’ll have all of you read your answers out loud one by one.
Odagiri: 「 It’s a public execution lololol 」
Sakuma: First up, Miyoshi!
Miyoshi: I don’t want to reflect on it.
Hatano: He actually refused!?
Sakuma: That’s right, even I was surprised that I had to grade a rejection.
Miyoshi: Isn’t there no right or wrong when it comes to considering people’s emotions? Putting those kinds of questions in the test is nonsense.
Jitsui: You have a point, you’ll need to confirm with the person themselves about it.
Sakuma: It’s not that I don’t understand you, but as long as it’s on the test, there’s a right answer for it. If you’re not going to answer, then I’ll be forced to mark it down.
Miyoshi: I’ll take note of that.
Sakuma: Next up is Kaminaga, read it out loud.
Kaminaga: “OMG this is crazy! Seriously crazy! Super crazy!"
Tazaki: It looks like his vocabulary died.
Sakuma: What warranted this line?
Odagiri: Pfft… fufufu… fufufu that’s seriously dumb fufuhehehe…
Fukumoto: It seems like it sold well to Odagiri, he’ll be laughing for a long time because of this.
Amari: Thanks to Kaminaga, Odagiri who normally doesn’t laugh is now laughing out loud. I guess you can count this one as a good thing.
Hatano: Just what kind of logic is that?!
Sakuma: Odagiri! You’re not one to laugh at other people’s mistakes! What do you mean by "The rest of my answers are online.”?!
Kaminaga: That’s even worse than mine!
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Yuuki: 12:00 hours, lunch break.
Hatano: Success!! Success!!
Fukumoto: Were you able to buy the bread you wanted?
Hatano: Of course! The Yuuki Academy special Black Iberian Pork Cutlet Sandwich, only 3 pieces are made and sold only on Fridays! This is really good~!
Fukumoto: Did you also buy those pork cutlet sandwiches, Tazaki?
Tazaki: Nah, I just bought the daily meal. I’m not like Hatano, I don’t have enough confidence to brave that bargain sale like mob.
Odagiri: 「As expected of the only guy with a logical mind in the D-Class! 」
Hatano: Anyway, why haven’t you guys eaten yet? It would’ve been okay to eat ahead of us.
Fukumoto: My bento today is a work of art. I wanted to show it to you guys.
Hatano: Wha–… what is this?!
Tazaki: A kyaraben(4) huh? But which character is this?
Fukumoto: It’s Nezujirou III.
Tazaki: Ne… ne… nezu… ??
Odagiri: 「It’s the official mascot character for JG Musume. Patterned after Fukumoto’s favorite, Marron-chan’s illustration.」
Hatano: Is this a mouse? Why is it yellow?
Fukumoto: IF MARRON-CHAN SAYS IT’S YELLOW, THEN A MOUSE IS YELLOW.
Hatano: You’re scary…
Odagiri: 「Can I take a pic and up it on Twitter?」
Fukumoto: Yeah.
Hatano: It’s all the rage now huh, omurice, nori and ham cut outs, it’s all totally impossible for me.
Tazaki: You make it by yourself every morning, right? That’s amazing.
Fukumoto: Today’s is just special. I usually just use the left overs from dinner and some easily prepared stuff so it’s not much work. Odagiri, you have a bento today, right?
Odagiri: 「Yeah, Chizu-nee made one for me!」
Hatano: Ah, your childhood friend that lives next to you?
Odagiri: 「She said she put my favorite in there!」
Fukumoto: That’s exciting!
Tazaki: Hm? Odagiri’s favorite…
Hatano: Ah… how do you say it…
Fukumoto: …it’s all just…
Odagiri: ….white rice…
Tazaki: …right?
Hatano: W-well! You never know! Maybe there’s some side dishes underneath all that rice!
Odagiri: 「There’s none…」
Tazaki: Oh… ah… well, Odagiri, you like onigiri, right? So maybe she thought you’ll be happy about it!
Odagiri: Hn.. hm…
Fukumoto: I’ll give you some of my tamagoyaki and octopus wieners…
Hatano: I’ll give you a bit of my pork cutlets too…
Tazaki: Have some of my karaage and cheer up!
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Yuuki: At the same time…
*A lot of girls chattering in the BG*
Miyoshi: How stifling. Going to the cafeteria was a mistake.
Kaminaga: Isn’t Miyoshi the one who said he wanted to eat the Triple S Meal Set?
Jitsui: It can’t be helped, Kaminaga-san and Amari-san are both very popular with the girls.
Kaminaga: Oh no~ sorry about being popular~!
Jitsui: How about you try being modest?
Amari: Ahh… I’m sorry, but we’re eating, I’ll be glad if you girls would quiet down a little~.
Jitsui: As expected, the difference of how Amari-san and Kaminaga-san treat girls are widely different.
Kaminaga: That just now was supposed to diss me, wasn’t it?!
Amari: Hm? Isn’t it about how Kaminaga has his own good points?
Kaminaga: Amariiii~!
Miyoshi: You’re both just playboys, you’re just the same.
Kaminaga: Oh? A man’s jealousy is unsightly, Narcissist-kun who’s friends with the mirror~!
Amari: Speaking of which, our underclassmen in the basketball club all say that “If you look closely, Miyoshi-san from D-Class is really good looking!”.
Kaminaga: “If you look closely!"
Jitsui: Underclassmen from the club? Those are guys, right?
Amari: Whether it’s guys or girls, isn’t being liked better than being hated?
Jitsui: That’s not the point.
Miyoshi: I don’t care about what people think of me. It’s annoying so I’d rather they leave me alone.
Kaminaga: Ah! It made me remember, instead of the underclassmen, Jitsui is really popular with the older ladies. They all fawn over him, saying "He’s really cute~!”.
Amari: Yeah, we see that a lot.
Jitsui: It’s an honor. Thank you.
Kaminaga: But truthfully speaking, as a guy, isn’t it kinda off, being called “cute”?
Jitsui: Is that so? I happen to like this appearance of mine. I feel like I can use it for something.
Kaminaga: What a scary child.
Miyoshi: Jitsui, didn’t you say that you wanted to return books to the library? If you don’t go soon, our break would be over.
Jitsui: Oh! Thank you for reminding me, Miyoshi-san. Then I’ll be going on ahead.
Amari: See you later~!
Kaminaga: Underneath that innocent face lies a demon, huh?
Miyoshi: That’s what you call cunning or more like, black-hearted.
Amari: Between Jitsui and Hatano, Hatano’s smaller, right?
Kaminaga: Amari, do we really need that information right now?
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Hatano: Ah, Jitsui.
Jitsui: Oh, what a coincidence. Hatano-san, are you returning books as well?
Hatano: No, I’m looking for books to borrow. We cross paths a lot in the library, huh? Is there some books you… can… re..commend…? *Eh?! Wait?! “Everyone Can Do It! Black Magic Manual”?! “Medieval Torture Methods Made Easy”?! Just what kind of books is this guy borrowing?!*
Jitsui: Oh, this?
Hatano: Ah… ah… y-you’re drawing manga for your club activities, right? I-is that for research? Ahaha..ha…
Jitsui: No, this is just for my hobby.
Hatano: Your hobby?!
Jitsui: These books are very interesting, I recommend them! Everything is easily explained, so even beginners can read them! If you have time, please read them!
Hatano: Ah.. ah… t-the next period is gym right?! I need to go change! Later then!
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Yuuki: 13:00 hours, fifth period, gym class.
Mutou: For today’s class, since Gordon-sensei is on leave, he prepared a special course for you guys!
Hatano: Geh. And to make things worse, Mutou is the sub.
Tazaki: Well, he does have his eyes on us. Looks like we can’t slack off today.
Mutou: No complaints! Today you’ll be swimming with your clothes on!
Kaminaga: Aaaah, so that’s why he made us wear our jersey over our swimsuit.
Fukumoto: I thought he’ll just make us clean the pool again.
Miyoshi: I don’t want to do that ever again.
Mutou: Didn’t I tell you to shut it?! You all would swim 1 kilometer while wearing your jerseys! That means you’ll do 40 laps on this 25 meter pool! The time limit is 30 minutes!
*An adult man would usually take 30 minutes to swim 1 kilometer. Held back by their jerseys, I’m sure they can’t do it within 30 minutes. This is my chance to get rid of this D-Class!*
Tazaki: The weather is just perfect for a swim huh.
Odagiri: 「I didn’t bring a waterproof case for my phone. I’m done for.」
Jitsui: That means you just have to finish before your withdrawal symptoms appear.
Amari: Wouldn’t our jerseys come off while swimming though?
Hatano: That just means that your swimming form is bad.
Fukumoto: If it comes off, I’ll pick it up for you. Though, even if we’re all guys, it’s better to take care not to get stripped off.
Kaminaga: Exciting! All Guys Swimming With Clothes On! With A Chance of Stripping!
Miyoshi: There’s no such thing.
Odagiri: My smartphone… it’ll just be a temporary separation!!
Mutou: *Laugh while you still can…* Get ready, go to your positions! We’ll begin the 1 kilometer course now! Ready!
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Miyoshi: We’re all done.
Mutou: Wh-what?! *These guys! Not only they made it within the time limit, they’re not tired in the slightest, even after swimming! Impossible!*
Miyoshi: “Impossible!”, is what your face says. Would you like us to do it again?
Mutou: Uh–… uooooo!!
Amari: Ah, he fainted. What do we do?
Miyoshi: Leave him be, blood just rushed to his head due to his anger. He’ll be fine even if we leave him be.
Kaminaga: Score! Then that means we’ll be free for the rest of the period! Let’s play underwater volleyball!
Tazaki: Do we have a ball for it?
Hatano: I think I saw one in the changing room!
Fukumoto: I’ll go and look for it.
Odagiri: I missed you… I missed you!
Jitsui: Don’t cry while clutching your smartphone like that, Odagiri-san.
Miyoshi: I’ll go ahead and change, my hair is all messed up.
Kaminaga: Are you gonna spend 2 hours setting it again?
Miyoshi: Shut it.
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Yuuki: 16:00 hours, after class.
Hatano: Hmm… Okay, it looks like those gaggle of girls aren’t around today! The tournament is coming close, I need to concentrate and train hard–…
Amari: Hatano, Hatano!
Hatano: What do you want?! Your fan club is not around today!
Amari: I know that. But instead, there’s a cat!
Hatano: Huh, cat? Whoa! Where did this come from?!
Amari: Earlier, when Hatano was checking out the scene outside, it slipped right between your feet. That was amazing~!
Hatano: If you noticed then you should’ve said something!
Amari: I’m more of a dog person, but cats are cute too, right~? Ahahaha~ that tickles~! Is it because I ate some snacks before that I smell tasty?
Hatano: Guide it outside! If we left that here, it’ll be in the way of our practice!
Amari: Don’t be so cold! Let’s just leave him here!
Hatano: What good would leaving it here be?! Are you planning to keep it here in the gym? Stop being irresponsible–… AH! WHOA?! The club room’s key–…!!
Amari: Did the cat take it? What do we do?
Hatano: What else do you think we should do?! Run after it!
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Kaminaga: Aaah~ the best thing about the Cooking Club is that I can slack off and Fukumoto would make snacks and then Miyoshi would pour tea~!
Miyoshi: Don’t put your feet on the sofa.
Fukumoto: You’re gonna choke if you eat while lying down.
Kaminaga: You guys are seriously like a nagging mother-in-law and a mom.
Hatano: I’ll come at it from the right!
Kaminaga: Hm?
Hatano: Amari! It went that way! Corner it in!
Amari: Roger! Ah!
Hatano: Aah!! Only a little bit more!
Kaminaga: What are those two doing in the courtyard?
Fukumoto: They seem to be chasing a black cat.
Kaminaga: That’s obvious enough while watching them…
Miyoshi: Wouldn’t it be that, that cat took something from Hatano, so they’re chasing it to get it back. Since Amari is with him, it must have something to do with the basketball club, like the club room’s key… that cat…
Fukumoto: Hm? Are you interested in the cat?
Miyoshi: Not really.
Kaminaga: Isn’t that the cat that was following Miyoshi this morning? It ended up here in school after all! It must really have taken a liking to Miyoshi!
Fukumoto: If it’s a stray cat, then it must be hungry.
Miyoshi: Even so, don’t give food to it. If it gets used to that, it’ll just be troublesome
Kaminaga: What an evil guy~!
Fukumoto: No, Miyoshi’s right. It was my mistake.
*Kaminaga’s phone rings*
Kaminaga: Huh? A call from Tazaki?
Fukumoto: That’s rare.
Kaminaga: Hello~!
Tazaki: Help me, Kaminaga! I have only you now!
Kaminaga: Eh?! What happened?
Tazaki: Well, the thing is…
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Jitsui: Virtual Scientific and Cultural Research Club! Today’s agenda is this!
Tazaki: Hm? A horror game?
Odagiri: Hiie?!
Jitsui: You worded it wrong. It’s an action game where you run and fight zombies! The graphics, the music, the motions! It’s a super scary game being celebrated on the internet! I’d like you two play this for me.
Odagiri: W-w-w-w-w-why?!
Tazaki: Odagiri, calm down.
Jitsui: I want my next work to be a romance story born out of running away from zombies! A gory, shocking love suspense story! So, if you could help me with that…
Odagiri: W–…. wh–…. why–…
Tazaki: I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve asked this but, Jitsui, you’re writing a shoujo manga, right?
Jitsui: Yes, that’s right. But I’m sure that the readers are all tired of that school love story trope. I’ll use this for a bit of a change!
Tazaki: I think it’s too big of a change.
Odagiri: 「I’m begging you, horror genres are truly impossible, I’m so sorry.」
Tazaki: Odagiri is making it rain dogeza(5) stickers…
Jitsui: So it’s really impossible, huh? I don’t have anyone else but you two… I’m sorry, it was wrong of me, please forget it.
Tazaki: Odagiri.
Odagiri: 「F-f-f-fine.」
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Tazaki: And so, we’re playing the said game in our club room…
Odagiri: I-…impossible! Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!
Jitsui: IT’S NOT IMPOSSIBLE!
Odagiri: AAAAAHH!! NOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGHH!!!
Jitsui: DON’T LET GO OF THE CONTROLLER!
Odagiri: AAAH!! ARRRRHHH!! AAAAARGHH!!
Tazaki: As you can hear, Odagiri’s HP is almost at 0. I’d take his place but, Jitsui said it’s pointless to make people who aren’t scared to play it.
Kaminaga: So you mean–…
Tazaki: Kaminaga, you’re no good with horror, right? I beg you, please take Odagiri’s place! I’ll be waiting for you in the club room!
Kaminaga: W-wait–…! How can one so unreasonable?!
Miyoshi: Why don’t you hurry and go?
Fukumoto: Bring them some of the madeleines I baked earlier.
Kaminaga: You two are so cold!
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Hatano: You have nowhere to run to!
Amari: Eh~ who knew that there’s a vacant lot here~
Hatano: Who cares about that?! Give me back the club room’s key! Alright! Seriously, giving us all that trouble!
Amari: Wait one second, Hatano. There’s something else that dropped.
Hatano: Huh? Our school’s badge?
Amari: There seems to be something engraved on the back, but it’s so small, it’ll be impossible to know whose this is with just this…
Hatano: It might be…
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Yuuki: 18:00, the end of the school day.
Miyoshi: I seriously don’t understand why Kaminaga and Odagiri find zombies scary. Let’s go home already.
Amari: Miyoshi!
Hatano: Don’t move from there!
Miyoshi: Huh?
Hatano: This, is yours, right?
Miyoshi: My school badge…
Amari: Hatano saw the mark on the back and said that it definitely belongs to you.
Hatano: You always put a mark on your personal belongings, right? Because you hate to have them get mistaken for someone else’s.
Miyoshi: Where did you find it?
Hatano: In the vacant lot up ahead in the shopping district behind the school. We found it when we were chasing that stray cat who took our club room’s key.
Amari: Though it looked to me that the cat was trying to leas us there.
Hatano: The cat? If so, then that’s helpful of him. But how come you dropped it in that place?
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Kaminaga: But if this guy’s a stray, then it’s worrying. There’s been cases of someone abusing strays around this area.
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Miyoshi: Hm? A guy swinging around a baseball bat in a sparsely trafficked vacant lot? He could be nothing more than a suspicious person. And here I thought it’ll be facing someone more worthy.
*cat snarling*
*Miyoshi takes a photo*
Suspect: W-who are you?!
Miyoshi: Ah, please don’t mind me, I just love taking photos of cats. It’ll be alright if I post this photo online, right?
Suspect: Give me that!
Miyoshi: If you continue doing such things, you’ll get arrested not only for abuse but also for assault. A middle schooler getting caught abusing a cat? I’m pretty sure that the news would go crazy about it, how about that? I hope you take that into understanding.*
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Miyoshi: It’s nothing important.
Hatano: Well, whatever, as long as I’ve handed it over.
Amari: Make sure you don’t lose it again!
Miyoshi: A cat returning a favor, huh?
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Yuuki: 21:00 hours.
Sakuma: Making a new lesson plan, preparing questions for the mid-term exams, planning the itinerary for the school trip… what a busy week it has been. Maybe I should go and drop by the convenience store and buy beer… hm? A cat? It’s dark so I can’t see it well… Ahaha, you’re quite used to humans huh, are you a stray? I see, I see! But my place is a cramped apartment and due to work, I’m not always at home, it’s not a good environment to keep a cat in. I’m sure some good natured person would pick you up… I’m sorry. Come on, don’t go after me! Didn’t I tell you not to go after me? Fine, do you want to go home with me? Ah-! Wait! Don’t pull on my clothes! Your claws hurt! Ow!
* With fur as black as an unlit night road, I took him home and named him Yoru.*
TN notes:
1 – Japanese people believe that people that have low blood pressure are not morning people
2 – JG Musume, a parody on Morning Musume
3 – Tazakin sounds like saikin (bacteria)
4 – Character bento
5 – dogeza / kneeling down on the ground; prostrate oneself as an apologyPart 3 - 第3話「All out! Evacuation Drill! 」 Part 3 - 第3話「All out! Evacuation Drill! 」
#joker game#spy boys shenanigans#drama cd translation#is this still joker game?!#is it?! tell me!?#amari please stop#sakuma is a pushover pass it on#jitsui is my one true son#satan's spawn
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could i ask something abt your stories? what are, like, the basic concepts? main themes?
Lord, sure you can! But you better prepare for WAAAY too much of my rambling, because I freaking love talking about my stories.
The main theme in most of my stories is the human mind I guess. This goes from dreams to the feeling of living a irreal life to dying without dying? It’s hard to explain. The other big theme are contrasts. Like, totally different people befriending or two days in the life of different people. But there are also roadtrips and dumb superheroes because I also love stories with these themes.
That alone would answer your question, the rest is just me rambling about my stories in detail, so it’s up to you if you want to read on.
Still there? Probably not. If yes, VERY cool.
The first story I’ve ever posted on the internet was really bad written (I was 12 back then) and about a girl waking up without many memories (she just knows her name, Alice, how old she is and that she doesn’t live here) in an unfamiliar room and finding herself in a strange city she never heard about. It starts with a man running away from someone and then it’s black.After this the real story begins. She befriends a passenger and the longer she lives there the more she likes it. Her dreams come true one by one and she thinks it couldn’t get any better. The passenger who got her friend also introduces her to his friends and they all get along really good. Okay,but after a time Alice notices more and more strange things. First of all she can’t get into all areas of the city anymore like in the beginning and she realizes that with every of her wishes coming true a bit of her freedom is taken from her (I still don’t know how I got that idea back then).She tries to find out more about the city and finds a notebook in a abandoned locker of her school. It was written by one of her friends, Castiel (oml I was so edgy). He writes about he got into the city searching for his best friend and finally finding him. But he’s somehow really afraid of Castiel (and he still is, Alice knows this guy too) and Castiel tries to find an exit and answers. Well,he only found half of this things. Apparently there is a person controlling all the people in the city. After he brought the newest person under his control he invites the next. And Alice knows she has to find out who this person is to stop him/her but she also knows she’s running out of time because her wishes continue to come true and she’s losing more and more of her freedom. Pretty much at the end she finds out that it was one of her friends all along but before she can confront him her time runs out. He comes to her, says he’s sorry because he really liked her and everything gets black as she loses her soul.There was actually more but I have to shorten it a bit, you see how long it already got like this. Also please forgive me changing tenses every sentence.
Second story called “Who taught me living”, I make it short: Again a nihilistic girl called Alice (I loved this name some years ago) moves to Canada and meets there Damien while he’s observing birds (robins and god, this names!). He’s full of life and stuff and he decides to show Alice how good life can be (many good ideas) and I guess Alice began to slowly fall into love with him, but he died in a car accident at the end while he wanted to pick her up to a new adventure. Also backstory and stuff. She flies home to her parents and comes back to Canada after a time. Story ends when she comes out of the airport and smiles for the first time in a long while because she sees a robin.
Next one is about a boy living two different lifes. Everytime he goes to sleep he wakes up in world/life A and after falling there asleep in world/life B. He switches every day between them and tries to figure out which one is real and which one is not. I still like that concept but I never found a good ending for this one.
This one is pretty similiar to the story above. A boy lives and when he dies he awakes i a completely new, bizarre world. After a time he dies also there and awakes again in a completely new world. After years and many, many deaths he has got numb and just kills himself if a world is too boring for him. Many adventures. Story ends as he’s running away from some bad guys, jumping into his death once again to save himself, but for this time it’s permanent. He’s dead for real. Here I don’t really love the story, but I like the ending.
One of my most recent stories: “Captain Cent”. It’s about a superhero with the really dumb power to attract copper like a magnet. It plays after a nuclear war Trump caused, a man with another superpowers, “Commander Dollar” now leads the destroyed country. Matt (Captain Cents alter ego) knew Commander Dollar’s alter ego when he was small and after CD takes over the prevalence CD wants to eliminate Matt to keep his secrets secret. Matt almost dies and backtracks to one of the many, many poor quarters where he discovers his powers. He worked as a captain in a paper factory before and with his new power he attracts the cupper in the small cent pieces and gives the money to the poor people who start calling him Captain Cent after a while. He gets pretty known under the people and really, really admired by them. Many details, he gets a robot companion and starts planning how to kill(?) Commander Dollar. Time passes, he sneaks into his residence, big epic battle: Captain Cent is really badly wounded, it looks like CD is winning. But then Matt spots the little pouch with cent pieces he always carrys with him and lost while fighting. He attracts it and it hits Commander Dollar really hurt and wounds him, but not bad enough. Commander Dollar kills Matt. He steps outside and brags with this and when the poor people hear they all get furious, wake up from their numbness and kill the commander in a angry mob. It’s a really built out world with many characters but again.I had to short it.
Last one (like, I got more but that’s the last one I tell y’all about for now) is about a roadtrip three friends make (and maybe my favourite story? Tho it’s really dumb, I’m working rn on it). It all starts with the death of Seth’s computer (i’m gonna change the names).They bury it on an animals graveyard btw, but let’s get over with this. So Seth always wanted to be a writer and just finished his first story, but it was on the computer that died (computers name is Ned btw, just like my computer that also died rip). And just on this computer and a usb stick because plot reasons. Jk, Seth hadn’t any save space left on his cloud. His two friends are Pete (who steals cars and sells them) and Isaac (who appears to be a drug dealer but he’s a undercover cop. nobody knows ofc). Because Seth hasn’t a own car he always drives together with Isaac.Okay, back from the funeral Isaac parks at Pete’s sales hall, as always (he got an own park place reserved). First problem: A new “employer” accidentally sells Isaac’s car. Second problem: Seth can’t find his usb stick anymore because it’s in Isaac’s car.Okay, so they all go with Pete’s car on a roadtrip and try to track Isaac’s car down. They meet many, many people with different stories. And at the beginning Isaac is really nervous for some reason, but he calms down the farer they are from their home town. Seth at the start just hurries and never takes the time to talk to people, he just wants to track down the car as fast as possible, but the longer they’re on the road, the more chill he gets. At some point they find Isaac’s car and drive home, Pete in his car and Seth and Isaac in the other one. Isaac got really calm after a call he received and he drops Seth by his apartment and drives to his own home. Seth suddenly remembers the usb stik and drives with his bycicle to Isaacs apartment. When he arrives the door is open, Seth gets really worried and enters the flat, finding Isaac lying shot down on the ground, his apartment completely devastated. He runs to him, calls an ambulance and just wants to know what happened and that’s the moment Isaac tells him he was an undercover cop all along (I’ve got a great line prepared for that!). The ambulance comes, taking isaac to the hospital, but he doesn’t make it.Seth doesn’t leave the house till the funeral (I always imagine that song playing at the funeral). He needs some time, but after the funeral he washes his laundry and in one of his jeans, in the pocket, he finds the usb stick.Completely wet, he tries if it still works. It doesn’t. And he just smiles because it was with him at the journey all along and he decides to write a new book. One about the roadtrip they made together.
I also thought about it being Pete’s car and not Isaac’s,so that Isaac just would join them to escape the drug ring, I’m still not sure if I shouldn’t change that back.
Argh,that’s so much? Oh my god, it’s so late in my time zone, I’m gonna sleep now, but if you read this all: khfijh, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT?ARE YA CRAZY? OMG I FEEL SO HONORED!!! YOU BLESSED SOUL
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“Back at Hogwarts” || YEAR 3 – Ch.8 (HP au)
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Day posted: 8/4/2020
Word count: 3,200
Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)
Rating: E for everyone
Warnings: none
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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.
This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D
Apologizing in advance for any extra spelling or grammar errors than normal! I didn’t have as much time with this chapter as usual because I am in the process of moving and its very hectic right now XD Thanks for reading tho! :D
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“What happened? You feinted and scared us all to death is what happened!” Ron shook his head and sat back down.
“Are you alright?” Hermione helped Harry back up to his seat.
Heather sat back and watched him piece together what had just gone down.
“Did you hear that woman screaming?” He looked around as if there was an extra person hidden somewhere on the compartment.
“You heard screaming? None of us heard it,” Heather looked at Ron and Hermione worried. They were all thinking the same thing. “Was it another snake? Was it that thing?”
Harry shook his head, “No. No it was a woman.”
There was a snap and a surprised squeal from Neville. Everyone turned towards Professor Lupin who was offering up pieces of stale chocolate.
“Here, everyone. Take some,” Professor Lupin handed out all the chunks of a chocolate bar and sat back down.
“What was that thing?” Neville pointed a shaking chocolate smudged finger at the door.
“A dementor. Or as I’m sure you’re more familiar with… an ‘Azkaban Guard’.”
They all stared at him hoping he’d go on, but he simply put away the leftover chocolate and stood, making his way out the compartment door.
“I’ll go speak with the driver. Everything’s fine now.”
Heather stuck her hand on Harry’s forehead, “You’re really ok? Do you want my piece?”
Harry shook her hand off him and looked around at everyone once more, “No one heard the scream? What happened then?”
“It was horrible!” Neville scooted as far back from the door as possible. “It stuck it’s head in and… and…”
“Everything went cold and I remembered when that spider seized me up around my waist… It was weird,” Ron shivered. “I’d forgotten what happiness felt like.”
Hermione nodded and put her arm over Ginny who was still sobbing into her sweater sleeves.
Harry looked at Heather, “Did you fall off your seat too?”
“No, but I remembered some stuff I thought I’d forgotten.” She looked down at her hands and rolled them into fists, squeezing tight and let go. “It looked at you and you were closest… so I’m sure that’s it. That must be why it affected you so bad.”
The compartment door opened and they all jumped. Professor Lupin was back with a smile.
“We’ll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes. Better get your robes on.”
The train stopped at Hogsmeade station and every student hurried to get off, excited for a new year. Nothing seemed too different, not at first glance. There was the usual horde of older years, the bossy voices of Prefects and Head students cutting through eager chatter, and Hagrid who still stood as tall as the carriages trying to herd all the first years to the boats. What was different this year, was the cold and rainy atmosphere instead of the usual somewhat warm and sunny one.
Hagrid noticed them as they walked towards the carriages and waved. They waved back and spotted an empty carriage and made their way inside. Heather pressed herself to the window and watched as the castle grew and grew as they got closer. Her excitement was seeping from her body and all she wanted to do was jump out and run the rest of the way there. The carriage stopped and she jumped out, pulling Harry off faster. They helped push the crowd to move faster, wanting to get to the feast as soon as possible.
“Heard you feinted, Potter!” Draco’s voice hushed the crowd of students pushing up the stairs.
Everyone stopped and looked down, up, and to the side for Harry and Heather. She was about to respond with ‘I didn’t feint’ but thought better of it. She didn’t want to throw Harry under the bus, at least not when he couldn’t help his reaction to the horrible creature.
“Weasley, did you feint too? I can imagine it now, a pile of rags crumpled to the floor under a scawy dementor!” Draco hopped up the steps to level with Harry. “Which one of you looked more stupid?”
Heather frowned and put her hand up to stop Ron, “No one feinted, Malfoy.”
Draco turned on his heels and pointed at Neville, “Calling Longbottom a liar then?”
Neville made himself as small as possible behind two Gryffindor boys, “Sorry, Harry! I was telling Dean…”
“Why don’t you shove off!” Ron pushed passed Heather and Hermione.
“Or what.”
He looked at Harry, who nodded. “Or we’ll make you.”
“That won’t be necessary, will it?” Professor Lupin came up the steps behind them and put his hands on Ron and Harry’s shoulders. He stared down at Draco with a grin.
Draco looked him up and down, taking in the little tears and undone seams at the edges of Professor Lupin’s teaching robes and chuckled. “Of course not, Professor.” He turned around and headed up the steps followed by Crabbe and Goyle.
“Everyone keep heading up, now,” Professor Lupin smiled down at the four of them and led everyone into the castle.
They made their way into the Great Hall and split up, taking their seats in their respective houses. Heather sat across from Pansy and rolled her eyes at her annoying smirk. Draco crossed his arms and stared at the podium looking bored out of his mind. There were decorations everywhere with hundreds of candles hovering above them and their house banners swaying gently over their heads. The golden plates and cups were spotless and everyone wore sparkling smiles.
After everyone was settled, Professor McGonagall marched dozens of scared looking first years up towards the stage to begin the sorting ceremony. She unrolled her parchment and picked up the sorting hat, calling the first years up one by one. Each house applauded for their new members, even Draco added to the cheers for new Slytherins.
“Can’t we hurry this up? Why can’t they arrive early or something for this,” Draco dropped his head on his arms over the table.
“I agree. They should take a different train. Or get sorted over the summer!”
Heather rolled her eyes at Pansy’s annoying neediness. Draco didn’t even reply to her and she was smiling like he’d just given her a compliment.
“Are there ever any students here during the summer?” Heather didn’t think they’d know, being pruebloods and having no need or interest in staying in school, but it was worth an ask.
“Oh, poor Heather. Can’t stand those muggles anymore? Why don’t you just stay with your other family? Or.. oh, woops. Sorry,” Pansy pushed her lower lip out in a pout.
“You’re forgiven, Pansy. I know remembering things can sometimes be hard for you,” Heather quickly turned up towards the High Table for fear Pansy’s gaping mouth would make her burst out into a laughing fit.
“Merlin. It’s finally over,” Draco sat back up. “Now this old toad has to make a speech.”
Professor Dumbledore stood up at the podium and smiled at every house, lingered on Gryffindors, and more specifically Harry. He smiled at everyone and started his usual beginning of term speech. “Welcome everyone!” He paused for the applause to end. “It is a new year at Hogwarts, and so I have some new things to say. The most serious of them being, the dementors of Azkaban.”
Heather looked over at Harry, who eyed her back.
“They have been placed here by the Ministry of Magic… to guard the school.” Professor Dumbledore sounded annoyed and tapped his fingers on the podium. “Because of their presence, I will be asking everyone not to leave the school without permission. There is no fooling dementors. Not with disguises or even any invisibility cloak.”
Heather stared at Harry until he looked away at Ron, who was also being stared at by Hermione. Heather’s heart started beating faster and her palms got sweaty. If the dementors were so dangerous, why was the ministry placing them at school? What if Harry DID try to leave school with an invisibility cloak? She looked over at Draco and then at Marcus far down the table. They were laughing at almost all of the warning. Maybe she should have stayed to get the permission slips signed somehow. So that Harry wouldn’t even be tempted to try anything. She tuned back into Professor Dumbledore’s speech.
“They only know how to be predators and how to identify prey. So please, do not give them any reason to want to hurt or harm any of you. Prefects and Head Boys and Girls, I am putting my faith in you to enforce these rules. For the safety of others.” He looked around at all the prefects and Head students.
Heather heard quiet snorts and scoffs from the Slytherin table and saw a few students with badges rolling their eyes.
Draco chuckled and leaned towards her, “Wouldn’t want anyone feinting, oh no. How embarrassing it would be.”
“Please welcome Professor Lupin, our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher” Professor Dumbledore motioned for him. “And Professor Hagrid, our new Care of Magical Creatures teacher.”
Heather clapped under the table where no one could see. Only a few other students clapped, mostly those who knew Hagrid and then those in the same compartment as Professor Lupin on the train. Again, Heather felt she had to hide her enthusiasm, hardly anyone from her table even looked amused in the slightest. All of the Gryffindor table was clapping though, and the hall was so loud she was sure the other tables must be clapping as well.
Heather looked up at Professor Lupin and Hagrid standing awkwardly and nodding at the applause. Professor Lupin didn’t look like the normal teachers. His robes looked second hand, with tatters and patches just barely noticeable. Either he didn’t care how he looked – except the way he looked awkwardly around and fidgeted with where to place his hands told her otherwise – or he couldn’t afford to purchase new teaching robes. He sat back down quickly and shook Professor McGonagall’s hand to his right, turned to his left where Professor Snape sat looking away, and quickly turned back to Professor McGonagall again.
“See that? Professor Snape won’t even look at him. I bet he’s just as worthless as the last one,” Draco turned to the food that had just appeared before them.
Pansy nodded, “Maybe it’s because he applied again for the position and was refused it!”
Heather pulled a chicken leg off the large plate and plopped some steamed vegetables on her own. “Maybe it’s harder to find a good potions teacher?”
“So typical of Dumbledore to value POTIONS over DARK ARTS,” Draco ripped some meat off the chicken bone.
Pansy ran her tongue over her teeth behind closed lips and nodded, cutting her bone out with a fork and knife. “I was just about to say that.”
Heather laughed, “No you weren’t.”
Pansy’s head shot up, “Of course I was, Potter! You think just because you’re a stupid Potter you’re a genius or something?”
Crabe banged his goblet down, “They physically can’t be. Duh.”
Goyle nodded and Draco and Pansy snickered to themselves. Heather stared down at her food, stabbing it calmly, trying to pretend she didn’t know what he meant. Does Draco think she can’t beat him at potions because she’s not a pureblood like him? She’s only ever heard him make fun of muggleborns… but there was absolutely no reason he wouldn’t think less of her too. She imagined his face on the tiny carrot pieces she was stabbing and breathed out. She needed him for Quidditch. If anyone could help convince Marcus again it’d be him – at least until her muscles set in. A darker part of her mind wanted to try out for Seeker, just to see Draco crying with fury, but she could feel how horrible of an idea that was all throughout her current bruise-less body.
The rest of the feast Heather kept her eyes down and ate, even during dessert. She soon heard people getting up to leave and waited in her seat until most of the Slytherins had gone. As soon as the Quidditch team, the older students, and Draco, his goons, and Pansy had left she got up and sat in front of Harry and Ron and between Neville and Hermione.
“I hope you heard that one specific part,” Heather eyed Harry menacingly.
“What part? I was too busy thinking about getting expelled,” Harry laughed and avoided a well-deserved slap on the wrist from both Heather and Hermione.
“Oh look! Most everyone’s gone!” Ron got up and led them to the High Table.
“Hagrid congratulations!” Hermione jumped up and down.
Hagrid looked down shyly, “Now now, I’m sure yeh won’t be saying that after I start teachin’.”
Professor Sprout tisked at him, “You’ll do fine Hagrid! Don’t you worry! It’s just the new teacher jeebees. Believe me.”
“You’ll do great,” Harry gave him a thumbs up.
“I always… I always…” Hagrid blew his nose with a napkin and dabbed at the small tears forming in his large eyes. “Always wanted tuh teach.”
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat next to them, “Mr. Potter, Mrs. Granger. If you would please follow me back to my office.” She got up from her chair and started walking around the table.
“What did you do now!” Heather pinched Harry.
“Ow! I haven’t done anything!”
“Well I certainly haven’t.” Hermione waited for Professor McGonagall to walk around the table.
“On your way, please.” Professor McGonagall started walking towards the large wood doors.
Ron and Heather watched them leave with arms crossed.
“Why them?”
“They’re not in trouble… I don’t think Hermione would ever be stupid enough to get caught doing anything,” Ron tapped his chin thoughtfully.
Professor Sprout cleared her throat, having heard the part about Hermione not getting caught. “I’m sure she wouldn’t do anything worth getting in trouble over. Regardless if she got caught or not…”
Hagrid laughed, almost spitting out his wine.
“Do the ‘creatures’ count as animals?” Heather thought she should change the subject with anything. She didn’t get why she always heard the word ‘beast’ and ‘creature’ when it came to large snakes and color-changing foxes and toads and other animals like that.
“Merlin, you’re as bad as Hermione.” Ron took her arm and led her away from the table.
She pulled her arm back and punched his arm, running away before he could exclaim anything. She ran towards Professor McGonagall’s office, Ron following close behind, and spotted Harry walking out.
“What was that about?”
He shook his head, his cheeks were going red. “Nothing.”
Ron huffed next to Heather, punched her arm back, and stood straight. “What d’you mean ‘nothing’?”
Hermione came out, smiling. “And you’re sure you’re ok? Madam Pomfrey said it was perfectly normal to still feel some effects after – ”
“I’m fine!”
Heather couldn’t help laughing with Ron. It was both impressive and disgusting how quick news spread around the school to the point even teachers had heard about the dementor mishap. She felt guilty about being glad it hadn’t been her that feinted. Maybe the fear of feinting again would do a good enough job at keeping Harry put in school.
“We should go before the Prefects enter the common rooms.” Hermione started up the stairs.
“I should go too.” Heather waved goodbye and headed down.
She was on the last few stairs when she saw the tall Slytherin Prefect girl waiting by the corner of the Slytherin passageway and locked eyes with her. She gave a smile and walked deeper in. Heather’s anxiety rose like a busted fire hydrant and ran to the common room door just in time to watch her close the door with a single nasally ‘HA’.
Heather groaned and banged on the door several times. She figured she’d still receive some hate for Slytherin losing the house cup for the first time in almost a decade because of Harry. Why couldn’t they understand she was just as devastated about it as them! She banged harder and gasped when her fist didn’t meet the door like always. Pansy stood at the entrance and looked her up and down.
“Heather! Don’t you know you’re supposed to be here in time for the password?” She shrugged and stepped aside, “You’ll have to ask Professor Snape for it tomorrow.”
Heather stepped through with her arms crossed. She smiled, “Oh, no need.” She spotted Draco quickly and ran over, slowing down just in time to appear calm and collected by his side. She looked over her shoulder at Pansy who slammed the door and stared her down. She turned to Draco and dropped the act. “What’s the password? I wasn’t here for it.”
He scratched his head, “Poison Pines.”
“Thanks.” Heather headed into the girls’ dormitories and into the room with her, Pansy’s, and the two other girls from last year and the year before’s names on the door written with some type of permanent chalk.
She smiled at Toad sleeping peacefully in his cage, curled under his little overgrown moss. She ran to her trunk and took out her new potions guide, new herbology guide, and the sketchbook from last year and stuffed them under her pillow before anyone else walked in the room. She jumped on the bed, pulled the emerald curtains shut, and took out her sketchbook. She opened it up to the last page where she had written down her goals.
She circled the words ‘Dark Arts’ and triple underlined them like she had potions and herbology. “Hopefully this year Defense isn’t a total waste of time… and I guess it wouldn’t matter if Hermione is better at the other subjects.” She didn’t like hearing those words coming out of her own mouth. She wanted to be the best at everything, but this stuff was good enough… hopefully. She’d be able to rub it in Draco’s face and she could at least handle being tied for smartest with Hermione.
She went to change into her pjs in the bathroom and came back to see Pansy sitting up on her bed with her hands folded. Heather crawled into her own bed and waited for her to speak, knowing it had something to do with her.
“You know, I think maybe I’ll ask Draco to include me in his potion’s lessons with Professor Snape.”
Heather’s annoyed smirk dropped. Pansy smiled and laid down, pulling the sheets up and snuggled in. Heather gripped her sheets and threw them over her, crossing her arms over her chest and rolled away from Pansy. She couldn’t tell if Pansy was just saying that to annoy her and regardless if Pansy just confirmed the potions lessons were real, it bothered Heather to a new extreme. She could handle Draco boasting about being top of the class… but if Pansy did it too…
Heather shook her head refusing to think on it more. She was about to close her eyes when she remembered her workouts. She carefully slipped out of bed onto the floor and quietly did the barrel pushes and a few forward pulls before sliding back into bed and forcing herself to sleep, thinking only of what the next day would bring.
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