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Ooo I love the aizawa x fem reader fic with the tropes. This is so much fun lolll

Keep up the good work!!🖤🖤

Thank you! I'm still pretty new to this platform, so I'm so glad I already have support from the community🫶

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Aizawa x Fem! Reader (PART 3!!!!!)

Here's part two and one👇 maybe read these first

THERE'S ONLY ONE BED?!

ENEMIES TO LOVERS?!?!??!?!

(Not quite enemies but close enough)

I LOVE CLICHÉSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Your hero name is Shockwave, btw)

Your POV

The convention center was. Huge.

And hectic and very warm.

When I first got there, I was given an information packet and ushered by multiple bodyguards through the back entrance and into one of the many staff rooms. The door had a makeshift sign on it reading: "Following heroes only" and a list of four hero names, Shockwave being one of them I only recognized one other name on the sheet and-

"Oh jesus." I whined as I entered. Aizawa followed closely behind.

At this point, I felt like I was in some teenager's forced proximity fanfiction.

I took a seat on one of the plush couches that sat in the room, helping myself to a bottle of water that sat on a cooling tray on the coffee table. Opening the information packet, I found a schedule as well as an identification card on a ribbon.

Two other heroes entered the room, laughing with one another. They looked our way and introduced themselves.

"I'm Mandalay!" One of them chirped, holding up her large paw to wave as she used the other to push her brown hair out of her eyes.

"Pixie-Bob!" The other cheered. I was taken aback with their high energy.

"Eraserhead, and this is..." Aizawa trailed off, gesturing vaguely to me as he shook both of their..paws.

Mandalay perked up. "It's Shockwave: The Music Hero!" She chimed. "You're the one climbing the ranks like crazy!"

Once again, I felt my face heat up and smiled humbly. I still wasn't used to being recognized. I nodded as we all sat down once again.

"Yeah.. so I've heard," I responded sheepishly. I was having a hard time looking her in the eye and instead stared down at my schedule.

In the next hour, I had a meet and greet, a hero "togetherness panel," and a q and a.

"This all feels very..." Aizawa started, "superficial."

I agreed, but Pixie-Bob clearly didn't. She mewled before speaking.

"As heroes, it is our job not only to protect, but to inspire!" She chided. "If we don't put effort into interacting with the very people we live to serve, why would they trust us to continue in such a position?!"

Wow. She looked like she was about to cry.

Mandalay agreed, standing and pushing one giant paw into the air in a victory pose.

Aizawa sighed, resting his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes. He swallowed hard. I watched out of the side of my eye as the muscles of his shoulders and over his neck moved ever so slightly before turning my gaze away, embarrassed.

"At this time, would all of the present heroes please begin making their way to their first events. The public enters in... 27 minutes, yo!" Mic's very distinctive voice rang over a hidden speaker system. I wondered for the moment how he managed to get the staff to let him on the PA system.

We all stood, and Aizawa held the door open for me and the two other ladies. As I walked past, he whispered.

"Fix your costume. Your skirt is tucked into your belt."

I felt shivers run down my spine at the feeling of his voice so close to me. So much so that I nearly forgot to feel for the part of my skirt that had gotten moved upwards.

Surely enough, a small section of the skirt was moved up and tucked into my Soundwave belt. I nearly squeaked as I pulled it out and flattened the material to lay how it was supposed to.

The first event I was scheduled for was the meet-and-greet. I wandered around a little aimlessly until I found the booth I was assigned to and found a nearby staff member.

"Yeah so you're gonna be standing here and just wait for a line to form. Talk to the people and take pictures and whatnot."

I nodded and walked back in front of my booth. The paper behind me was decorated with music notes and Soundwaves. Cute.

Within the next few minutes, I faintly heard the large doors of the convention center open from across the facility, and people began pouring in. The excited chatter filled my ears as people lined up at the booths on either side of me.

And yet nobody in my line.

That is until-

"Shockwave!" A young girl cheered as she approached me with who I assumed was her mother. The woman smiled at me as she approached and pulled out her phone.

The girl came up to me with stars in her eyes. Her pupils were shaped like music notes, and I noticed that her wavy hair was actually in soundwave patterns. She wore a makeshift parody of my hero costume, complete with a piano print belt.

That detail she added herself.

I crouched down and smiled wide for the camera. Once the picture was taken I turned to the girl.

"What's your quirk, sweetheart?" I asked, trying not to let my self consciousness get the best of me.

She absolutely beamed before diving into detail about all the things her powers could do.

"Okay, honey, let's go meet the other heroes before we have to go!" The girl's mother reached out for her hand.

As the two walked away, I straightened to find a small line forming in front of my booth. I was shocked that so many people wanted to meet me.

For the next hour, I took photos, smiled, talked, and posed. There wasn't a moment after that little girl that I wasn't interacting with hero nerds from across the country.

Then, the people were ushered out of the large halls and into different auditoriums in the building. I made my way to the one that I was meant to be in and stood backstage, waiting to be let on by a staff member.

Honestly, the entire rest of the day went by in pretty much a blur. I answered questions for an hour or two, and then the civilians were all asked to leave as the heroes banquet began.

A few hundred famous heroes, all absolutely demolishing the tables upon tables of food set out for them.

I sat once again with Hawks, though this meal was much less tense and much more tired.

Who knew that meeting people for a few hours would be exhausting.

We were left to our own devices for a while before being asked to make our way back to our respective hotels.

As soon as I was back in the hotel, I took my high-heeled boots off and cursed the idea that my costume designers valued looks over practicality.

"You look tired," a deep voice commented as Aizawa entered the room.

I snickered. "Says you." I sat down on the bed, and I felt the weight of another person on the other side of the mattress.

He let out a sigh as he laid back, once again closing his eyes. I tried to just let the silence be, but after a while, I couldn't help it.

"How was your meet and greet?" I asked, turning my head slightly to wait for his answer.

He shrugged. "Boring. Not many people care to take pictures with a shadow man."

I hummed. My phone buzzed. I checked the caller ID and picked up.

"Get your ass down to the bar and hang out with us!" Hawk's voice rang. I furrowed my eyebrows and checked the ID again.

"How did you get Nemuri's phone?" I asked.

"I'm here, Y/n!" The woman's voice rang, then continued, "Come drink!"

There was loud music beating in the background of the call. I sighed.

"Ugh, fine. Just let me get out of my costume."

"Hurry up!" Hawks demanded jovially, then hung up.

I rolled my eyes and stood, stretching before grabbing new clothes and walking towards the bathroom to change.

"Going back down to the bar?" Aizawa asked when I entered the bedroom again. I nodded.

"Yeah. Hawks wanted me to go down and hang out."

"You two are getting close aren't you?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I guess. See ya."

The man nodded. "See ya."

Then he shuffled into a more comfortable position to sleep, and I left.

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I couldn’t last a week without drawing them… STANARRATOR SKETCHES

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TSP IS ROTTING MY BRAIN

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Aizawa x Fem! Reader (PART 2!!!!!)

Here's part one 👇 maybe read this first

THERE'S ONLY ONE BED?!

ENEMIES TO LOVERS?!?!??!?!

(Not quite enemies but close enough)

I LOVE CLICHÉSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Your hero name is Shockwave, btw)

I watched as Aizawa's form retreated to the bathroom, turning off the main bedroom light on his way.

Once he closed the door, I rolled over in the bed and faced the large window that overlooked the city. The convention center was just a short way away, and I could see trucks labeled "Hero Week!" Parked outside of it.

I sat up slightly to take a sip of the drink Aizawa had gotten me as sleep started to officially pull at the corners of my eyes.

Laying back down, I glared out the window as cars the size of matchboxes sped by.

The bathroom door opened, and Aizawa quietly walked back towards our bed. I could feel a tense, unpleasant silence settle over the two of us and genuinely couldn't think of anything to kill it with.

Aizawa spoke first. "Did you get your schedule for tomorrow?"

I let out a small sigh before responding. "Yeah," I said. The sudden rush of stress from my upcoming busy day made my already heavy eyelids pull down farther.

Aizawa hummed. "Go to sleep, L/n. We have work to do in the morning."

Nodding, I finally closed my eyes and let myself try to relax despite the other person in the room who I hadn't even considered as a teamate before.

Now, I felt more like he was my friend. I didn't want to admit it, but his sticking up for me at the bar and trying to help my eventual hangover was uncharacteristically kind of him.

I must have drifted off because I awoke to gentle poking on my face.

"L/n, wake up," a deep voice grunted. I lifted my head and opened my eyes to see none other than Aizawa, laying on his back in front of me.

And I had somehow managed to curl up against him and lay my head on his chest.

I pulled away in embarrassment, ignoring the slight pounding in my head and sitting up on the edge of the bed and putting my face in my hands. "Sorry," was all I could manage to mumble out.

The man shrugged, stood, and began picking out his hero costume for the conference. I decided to follow suit.

After a few moments of yet another awkward silence, Aizawa spoke. "How's your head?"

I thought for a moment. "It's... could be worse," I responded. He nodded before moving to change in the bathroom.

While Aizawa was in the bathroom, I decided it would be faster for me to just put my hero costume on and hope I was fast enough for him not to see anything. I quickly pulled my night shirt up and over my head, slipping on my outfit for the day and sitting down on the bed.

Just as I was pulling the bottom half of my costume on, Aizawa walked out of the bathroom. I shuffled to pull it up the rest of the way, but by the time he rounded the corner, I had only made it about halfway.

The man looked me over, muttered out a "nice" with a roll of his eyes, and grabbed his keycard.

Then he left.

I paused for a moment, fingers absent-mindedly pulling at the hem of my costume. What was his issue? One second, he's looking out for me, and the next he's... well, he's doing whatever it is that he just did.

Deciding that I was fighting a war I'd never win, I finished putting my costume on and grabbed my bag. I put my own keycard in my bag as well as grabbed my identification badge for the convention to put around my neck.

Nemuri and Mic met me in the hallway, arms once again linked in humor as the three of us walked.

"How's your head?" Mic asked, leaning forward to see me on the other side of Nemuri.

I shrugged. The headache was still there, but I felt as though it could have been much worse if it weren't for Aizawa trying to help.

Nemuri snapped her fingers and pulled out a small bag that hung around her hips. She quickly produced a tablet, handing it to me.

"Take this with breakfast. You'll feel better," she said. I thanked her.

"Shockwave!" A voice called as soon as the three of us turned a corner towards the hotel lobby where breakfast was being served.

I turned and watched as the blond approached me, his red wings fluttering behind him as he waved.

"The name's Takami, but you can call me Hawks, Sweetheart," the man introduced himself with a flourish, "it's great to finally meet you after hearing about you upcoming the ranks!"

I felt my cheeks flush in a modest embarrassment as I returned his greeting. "Oh, um I'm Shockwave," I introduced myself awkwardly, "but... you knew that already."

This was the first time I've ever been approached as a pro hero.

And by the number 2 ranked pro hero? I was honored to even be recognized and painfully aware of the fact that I was making a complete fool of myself.

Hawks held out a hand, flashing a charming smile my way. "I've been looking for you since I found out you'd be at the conference!"

I could hardly bring myself to look him in his piercing eyes. "O-oh, why's that?"

The man in front of me kept moving his head into my line of vision. Grinning at my flustered state.

"Wow, you're really not good with people, are you?" He asked, though it was more of a statement. "I wanted you to sit with me and Mirko for breakfast."

I looked at Nemuri, who had busied herself in a conversation with Mic, the both of them laughing quietly. She turned to me and smiled, sending me a thumbs up.

"Sure, I'll sit with you," I responded as I let the warm feeling of being accepted spread through my core.

Hawks walked me over to a booth, and I sat opposite him and Mirko. The Bunny Hero smiled at me, and a waiter appeared at the snap of Hawk's fingers.

A hotel with waiters? For breakfast? Holy shit.

We ordered, with me having to pick a dish quickly without getting to think much, then the two heros turned to me.

"So, Shockwave," Mirko started, "You're moving up the hero ranks pretty quickly."

I nodded, glancing around and catching Aizawa's gaze from where he stood at the other side of the room with Mic.

I averted my eyes down to the table as Mirko continued.

"You're shy, though. How do you deal with getting recognized in public?"

That question threw me off a little bit. "I... don't. I've never been recognized."

Hawks shook his head as the waiter returned with our dishes. That was fast. "I don't believe that. You're so memorable!"

My face flushed thoroughly. "Oh! Well, thank you, I appreciate that. I normally work in the background, so I'm not -"

He continued. "Do you mind telling me a little bit about your powers?" He leaned forward and paid me full attention, which only made my cheeks warm more.

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Aizawa's POV (3rd Person)

Aizawa watched as Y/n sat with her newfound friends. Hawks was already working his magic on her, and Aizawa could see the modest blush spreading over her, not just through a red hue, but through her facial expressions as well. From the looks of it, Hawks knew exactly what buttons to press to take a girl home for a night.

"Is Zawa getting jealous?" Nemuri asked, siding up to the hero in black.

The man shook his head. "No. I'm just admiring the fact that Hawks has her wrapped around his finger already. She's not nearly as observant as you'd think."

Mic piped up. "You're way too invested to not be at least a little jealous. We know you slept with her last night!"

Aizawa sputtered. "What the hell do you mean? We didn't-"

"I'm just messing with you!" Mic cut him off. "But seriously, wipe that look off your face, yo. You're obvious." Aizawa rolled his eyes and shot a glare at Mic at the same time.

But. His legs moved without him even realizing it. He stopped at the table.

"The limo is pulling up soon for the teachers. Get ready to go, L/n," He said.

Y/n's smile faltered slightly, "Oh.. um, alright." She turned to Hawks. "Thanks for inviting me over."

Hawks waved her off. "No problem, and don't worry about breakfast, I'll pay."

Y/n tried to deflect. "N-no, you don't have to do that," she tried.

"It's really okay, Shockwave, I can cover it!"

"She doesn't need it," Aizawa cut in, pulling his wallet out. He threw down more than enough money to cover Y/n's food, then grabbed her hand and led her in the direction of the exit, where the rest of the teachers were gathering to head to the convention center.

Once Aizawa and Y/n were out of Hawk's line of vision, Aizawa dropped her hand and walked away from her with his back turned in her direction.

The limousine pulled up to the hotel entrance, and the teacher heros all piled in.

Aizawa sat near the back, eyeing Y/n as she climbed into the vehicle.

He wasn't quite sure what came over him, but he did know that he needed it to stop or this would be a long convention.

A/n

Aaannnd a part 2! This is turning into a mini series I'm losing my mind. Thanks for reading ig and I'll put out a part 3 whenever I end up getting to it but it depends on how well this one does.

Please consider reading part 3!

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Aizawa x Fem! Reader

THERE'S ONLY ONE BED?!

ENEMIES TO LOVERS?!?!??!?!

(Not quite enemies but close enough)

I LOVE CLICHÉSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Your hero name is Shockwave, btw)

As the stretch limos pulled up to the hotel, I felt my stomach twist.

This is one of the nicest hotel in the area, only top-notch celebrities and heros get to stay here. One night can cost upwards of 18,000 dollars.

And I get to stay here for a heroes conference, free, with full amenities.

We walked into the lobby and Nezu walked toward the front desk. He spoke to the lady behind the desk for a few minutes before returning with multiple keycards in his hand.

Paw? Hand?

Hand.

"Mic, you're with Midnight," the principal said as he handed Mic a key card. The two linked arms in a humorous display before heading down the hallway.

Nezu continued. "Cementor, you're sharing a room with Snipe."

I watched as more and more teachers were paired up, and then I noticed the mischievous glint in Nezu's eyes.

No, no, no, no, no, Nezu don't.

But by the time he noticed my glare, it was too late.

"Shockwave, you're with Eraserhead."

The man himself, standing on the other end of the lobby, turned, and I could see the annoyance on his face.

"Must you always find ways to bother me, Nezu?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. Shota always felt the need to bitch about whatever situation he had found himself in.

The principal flashed a grin, looking between me and Eraserhead.

"I am not just trying to bother you, I'm simply trying to get you two to work together. Contempt between any two heroes can cause problems on the job."

I glanced at Aizawa, already knowing the next week was going to suck. Big-time. The man himself groaned, grabbing his bag and snatching our keycard from Nezu and disappearing down the hallway without so much as a second glance my way.

I looked down at my own card before sighing and making my way to the room.

By the time I got to the room, Shota had already made it there and settled. I opened the door, and what I saw made me want to scream.

"There's only one bed?!" I yelped, dropping my bag and turning to the hallway. I turned back to face the room and the king sized bed that sat in the middle. A bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne rested on the bedside table.

"It's mine, L/n, you can sleep in the window seat." I scowled at Shota as the words left his mouth.

"You got me fucked if you think you're taking this entire bed and leaving me with the window seat. Move over," I said as I dropped my bag on the other side of the bed from him.

An awkward silence settled over the two of us.

I pulled my phone out and texted Nemuri. She told me that the whole group was going down to the hotel bar for drinks, and asked me if I wanted to meet them down there.

I figured since the actual convention didn't start until the afternoon the next day, I could afford to have a couple drinks.

Maybe I'd meet someone.

So I agreed to at least show face down at the bar, then dug through my bag to find something less... hero costume-y.

Eventually, I found something agreeable. It was still pretty formal but slightly less so than the other convention clothes I had brought with me. I took the clothes into the bathroom along with my makeup bag while Shota browsed his phone grumpily.

Once I deemed myself presentable I exited the bathroom ans went to put my makeup bag back when I heard a huff come from the man sitting on the bed.

I turned to him. "What."

He barely looked up from his phone. "Nothing," he said simply. "You just cleaned up better than I thought you would. I've gotten so used to the leather."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. We're all going down to the bar. Maybe if you get a couple shots in you, you'll loosen up a bit."

Shota scoffed. I left.

"So, you're stuck with Eraser?" Nemuri asked as I slid into the bar stool next to her.

I nodded as she handed me a shot glass full of whatever and I downed it without thinking.

"It won't be so bad," Midnight said cheerfully as I grabbed another glass from in front of her.

Shrugging, I tipped my head back and threw the second shot down. "It won't be if he leaves me alone," I said once the glass was back down on the bar.

There was a momentary silence until she responded. "Or maybe you two will work it out."

I snickered. As if.

But I didn't want to say that so I just ordered a drink and sat silent as I sipped it.

After only a few minutes, I felt my muscles relax as my head began to swim ever-so-slightly. The undisclosed alcohol along with my ordered drink finally because to ease my inhibitions of the conference out of my subconscious.

That was until a figure slid into the stool next to me. He rested his hand on the small of my back.

"Why don't you let me get you a drink, sweetheart," the shady man snickered, calling the bartender over and calling for another four shots of tequila.

I shook my head, putting a hand up in front of myself and trying to think of a decent enough lie to tell.

"No thank you," was all I could think of as I took another sip from my own glass.

The man persisted. "Oh come on, you look miserable. At least let me help you loosen up." His hand slid down to my ass, tugging at the hem of my clothes.

Now listen. Most logical people would have gotten up and left, or at least told the man to bug off, but I am not most logical people.

I'm stupid.

So I took the shots. Free alcohol? At a bar where I'm already getting free alcohol? But where some sleazebag has to pay for it?

Absolutely I will.

So I pushed back both shots before turning away from the man, pushing his hand off my ass as I did.

"Oh come on, baby, I bought you something. The least you can do is pay me a little attention," he continued, moving his hand around to my thigh.

At this point, I wasn't in any position to be defending myself, so I nudged Nemuri and quietly asked her to deal with it.

She leaned back as I rested my head in my hands, my elbows on the bar.

"Thank you, sir, but my friend here isn't interested," she said, then whispered to me.

"Why would you let him buy you a drink?"

I shook my head. "I didn't mean to."

But the man was getting persistent, running his hand up my thigh.

"I believe she said she wasn't interested," a voice spoke up from behind me. I turned and groaned when I realized it was Shota.

The man sputtered for a moment, trying to think of something to say, before muttering about "ungrateful bitches" and stalking off.

I slumped against the bar, feeling my head swim. "You didn't have to do that." I snapped.

Shota scoffed. "Sure, stand there and watch you get groped. I don't care for you but even I'm better than that, stupid."

I felt something unfamiliar twist in my stomach ar the name.

Assuming it was nausea, I stood. "On that note I'm going back to the room."

Nemuri looked at me. "You sure?" She asked. I nodded.

"Do you need someone to walk you?" Hizashi offered as he rounded the corner with a glass in either hand. He handed one to Shota and they both took a sip. Hizashi sat in the stool I had just stood from.

I shook my head and started off.

"Hey!" Shota shouted from behind me. Stifling a groan, I turned towards him.

The man tossed my keycard at me. "You left this in the room."

I looked at him for a moment, only half taking note of the unrecognizable glint in his eye.

Then I turned and stumbled away from the hotel bar, into the hallway.

It took me a few minutes to actually find my room, and a few more to finally slide my key card in the door.

I looked around the room, letting out a tired sigh when I noticed Shota's stuff on his chosen side of the bed.

This week is gonna really suck.

Stumbling into the bathroom, I removed my makeup and stared myself down in the mirror.

"That was.. a mistake," I mumbled, pulling my hair out of its style. My head was still swimming and I was feeling nausea pull at the bottom of my stomach. I decided to drink some water and just try lying down.

I lay on my side for a while, half staring at the wall and half staring at the inside of my eyelids.

That was, until I heard the door unlock, and Shota walked in.

"Hey stupid," the man called into the room. I didn't move.

"I know you're awake because you snore like a fucking dump truck, Y/n. I got you a Gatorade. Here." The hero said, and less than a second later a bottle hit me in the ribs.

I looked at him, and once again noticed the unfamiliar.. something glint in his eyes.

"...thank you," I murmured.

Aizawa pulled his sweater up and over his head, rummaging through his bags for his pajamas. "Don't mention it," he grunted.

Then he walked into the bathroom to finish changing.

Part two and three!

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Bucky, bursting in: my day was just made!

Steve, not looking up from his report: What kind of cat was it?

Bucky: OraNge!!

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KENEANEBE

Peter: thanks for getting me home last night.

Harley: no worries. I'll always be there for you, just like Mufasa.

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although, let’s be honest, all of us use ao3

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Me: *sees a grown adult man with extreme trauma and probably depression* oh so a babygirl?

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Short Aizawa x fem! Reader because I'm rewatching and I'm becoming disgustingly obsessed with this man

"One second," the man said when he heard a knock at his office door.

The woman on the other side paused. "Making me wait at a time like this?" She teased.

Aizawa sighed, placing down his pen and standing. He walked over to the door and opened it. "A time like this? What is a time like this?"

I smiled slightly, checking my watch. "A time like seven thirteen at night, when you said you'd be home by six."

He frowned, glancing at the clock. "Shit, darling, I'm sorry. I got caught up-"

"Don't worry about it. I'm here now and even though we missed our reservation, we can pick up something quick to eat on the way home. How does that sound?"

The man reached out and tugged me into a hug by my shirt sleeve. "I am sorry though. I lost track of time." He let out another sigh.

I placed my hands on the sides of his face. "It's okay, I understand you're tired. Why don't we go home and get some rest?"

Aizawa nodded, and the two of us walked out of the school, hand in hand.

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Is this another place I can dump each one of my individual thoughts? Awesome

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@thorspop-tarts if you're seeing this I need a soft pretzel so goddamn bad help a guy out over here

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Zane would but he also would NEVER but he absolutely would

I don't know if this accurate and I'll doing it again with different characters.

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Me when I write for ten hours straight then wake up the next morning and hate all of it.

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My problem is that I'm an ankle sock girlie trying to live a combat boot life