#I know this is crap and not ideal but please just try to remember that

[one-sunny]

Wrong Time | Old Friend

Sanji x F!Reader, Modern AU series, Artist!Reader

07: When you move to a new town, you don’t expect to run into your high school sweetheart. Old feelings begin to arise and you are suddenly faced with the complexity of relationships, communication, and the struggle for true connection.

Warning: 18+ only. contains sexual themes and content, toxic behaviors, destructive behaviors, miscommunications, complex feelings, jealousy, anxiety, loneliness, some reader x other characters (fwb), slow burn, angst, reader x Kid content

Many say that art is a form of emotional expression. Some say that, even when trying to express something entirely different, an artists feelings can be discerned through their works. Even if you’re trying to express a childlike joy, you can see the negative emotions there, hidden in the brush strokes.

You collapse into your seat with a deep seated scowl, glaring at the oil paints that were beginning to give you a headache. It was off. All of it was off. An entire days work was just off. And you needed to get out of the room before you smear away all your hard work on the still damp oil paints.

You trail out of the room, pacing around the halls and through the common space. There was no goal or particular route in mind. Just a mental break.

After your third stretch down the hall of various studios, one of the doors fly open. The firey hair that pops out is joined with a deep scowl as Kid turns to glare at the cause of the insistent footsteps. His nostrils flare as his eyes land on your figure walking closer towards his room.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Who were you expecting, the Pope?” Your response holds an extra layer of sass that even you weren’t expecting. It had been a very, very long day in the studio.

“Snippy today, huh?” Kid smirks at you, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Trying to do something about all that tension you’re carrying?”

“Ugh, are you always this desperate?”

“Desperate?” He muses, teasing grin on his red lips. “I seem to remember being the one to receive a text last night.”

You exaggeratedly roll your eyes at him. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“You’re just mad I was busy.”

You huff out a breath, arms crossing your chest. “Yeah, as if that would bother me.” It did, deep down. But not for that fact that you missed out on seeing him, but for the fact that you had to find a new way to distract yourself. In other news, you managed to find a new hobby and would likely have a new, hand crafted top in one to twenty business days.

“Come on, brat. You free tonight?”

“What, trying to make it up to me?” You mock and Kid rolls his eyes.

“Look, with this whole stupid charity thing coming up, we’re both stressed.” Kid reasons, metal hand working to squeeze the tension out of his other arm. “I can always go to the gym, but those guys get on my nerves, so any other form of stress relief is ideal.”

“Like that’s new.” You scoff. “Doesn’t everything get on your nerves?”

“Yeah. Trust me, you’re not an exception.”

“So what? I’m the lesser of two evils?”

A wicked smirk pulls to his lips, “Yeah, I figured if i’m gonna get all sweaty i’d rather do it while making a brat like you go a little dumb.” His head tips and heat burns over your skin.

You take a deep breath, eyes flickering away at such a proposition, before you clear your throat. “Fine.”

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes. “Go get your crap.”

“Now?”

“Now. Go.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You grumble in annoyance. To your surprise, Kid ignores this, stalking off to collect his things. As you wonder back to your studio, you note the door still thrown open, except now Nami stands before the piece you were working on. “Oh, hey.”

Nami twirls around at the sound of your voice with a bright smile. “There you are!” She then points a finger to the large canvas. “Everything okay? Seems a little-“

“I know, please don’t.” You shake your head dejectedly.

“Right,” She nods slowly. “Anyways, I came by to see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat?”

Your lips roll together as loud footsteps echo down the hall. “Can I take a rain check? I have, uh, plans.”

“Yeah that’s no prob-“ Her words falter and her eyes narrow towards the doorway. You don’t even have to turn around to know that Kid lingers at your door. “So that’s your plans,” Nami exaggeratedly shakes her head. “I don’t need that mental image.”

Kid clicks his tongue, “In your dreams, princess.”

“More like my nightmares.” Nami bites back.

“Okay, before this gets worse, why doesn’t everyone get out of my studio?” You wave the two off, grabbing your bag, and rushing them both out into the hall.

“She doesn’t belong to you, you know?”

“Someone jealous?” Kid smirks, earning a scoff. The two fall back into their bickering as you lock your studio up. As you turn, you note Kid looming over Nami tauntingly and the woman refusing to back down.

“Hey, children.” You call out, earning glares that hold different levels of heat. “Let’s go.” Shoving at Kids shoulder, you urge him towards the front doors, throwing a wave back at Nami.

Nami watches as the two of you go, hands cupping over her mouth to shout out to you. “Hey, be careful! Watch out for the devil horns, they’ll poke your eye out.”

“Nami.” You scold, but cannot hold your smile from breaking through.

“She’s-“

“Enough.” Poking a finger into Kids side causes him to glare, but he effectively shuts up.

Kid leads you towards the obnoxiously large SUV, climbing in silently. You follow his lead and eventually settle into the deep silence of his car. Neither of you make an effort at small talk as Kid flicks on the radio, a heavy rock beat shaking the speakers. You stare mindlessly out the window, watching buildings pass by and mentally mapping the route in effort to distract yourself. That’s when you notice a missed turn.

Then another.

“Uh, Kid?” You prompt warily. “Where are we going?”

“Ah, you know what they say. Never follow to a secondary location.” He jokes darkly, laughing as you glare at him. “Getting something to eat.”

Your brows shoot up in shock and confusion. “Uh, you asking me on a date here, Eustass?”

“What? No.” His face twists at the idea. “But i’m starving and you’ve been at the studio just as long. Need you to have your strength for what I plan to do to you tonight.”

You huff out a laugh, “Well, yes sir. Long as you’re paying.”

“Tch, whatever.”

Once Kid throws the car into park, you follow him off towards the restaurant, not trusting him to order for you. Being out with the gruff man made you laugh, watching him interact with the general public and scowl away any particularly chatty individuals. Ordering is straight to the point and he very reluctantly pays for your meal as well.

They’re rather quick on the delivery, likely wanting Kid out of their hair quick, pushing the plastic bag over the counter. Kid quickly snatches it up and you both head for the door. But instead of the calm day and nice weather, you’re met with an absolute downpour. The setting sun is now muddied and gray as dark clouds throw angry drops of rain.

The two of you stop under the awning for a moment. That’s when your eyes turn to Kid, batting your lashes at him. Your mouth opens to speak-

But he is instantly shutting you down. “Not a chance. You can walk.” He huffs out.

“Come on! You parked so far away!”

“Yeah and that wasn’t a problem for you before.”

“Because it wasn’t raining before.”

“Come on, brat, can’t you just walk in the rain.” Kid rolls his eyes dramatically at you.

But you bat your eyelashes at him, “Sugar melts in the rain.” Your stubbornness matches his easily, much to the man’s dismay.

Kids jaw locks and his eyes flutter closed. A deep breath flares his nostrils. Then he sighs loudly and leans in closer, “You’re so gonna get it later.”

“Looking forward to it.”

You watch as he tugs his hood over spiked hair, making the fabric look comically long. A laugh catches in your throat but you quickly push it down lest he makes you walk in the rain anyways.

“Y/N?” Sanji’s voice catches your attention and has you quickly whipping around. Your eyes widen slightly as he gives a sideways glance towards Kid, who is angrily muttering to himself as he ventures into the rain.

“Sanji,” You force a smile. “Hi.”

“Are, uh, you doing okay?” His smile is tense as he glances to the empty space that Kid once occupied.

“Yeah, uh, yup i’m all good.” You rock on your heels for a moment and feel heat creeping up your collar. It didn’t even make sense to you, but embarrassment burned at your very being. Especially when Sanji makes that face at you. That stupid snarl of his lip that drips a condescending attitude. “Come on, what’s with the face?” Arms cross defensively over your chest.

“Nothing, nothing.” He holds his hands up in defense but a smile threatens to break his features.

“What?” You snap.

Sanji hums in response, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as a particular emotions flickers across his features. “Nothing, I just didn’t expect that little interaction out of someone you’re dating.” He smooths a hand down his jacket. “I remember you always wanting to be treated a bit softer than that.”

Something defensive rises in you- not for Kids sake but for your own. “He treats me just fine.” You snip.

His eyes narrow at you for a brief moment, blue eyes taking you in long enough to make heat rise to your skin. “Sure, sure.” Sanji can’t hold back his smile as he looks at you. “Maybe it’s just me, but I like spoiling my girl without being asked.”

Despite the conflicting emotions welling up within you, you smile at him. “Oh, I remember.” And those simple words seem to make the air still as you hold eye contact with the man. His face flashes to surprise but that fades away and he cannot bring himself to look away from you. You’re smiling again- until cherry red lips flash into your mind. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “And, uh, I’m sure Vera appreciates it too.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sanji raises a hand to ruffle through his blonde locks. “We actually broke up.”

Your mouth falls open in shock as Sanji looks back at you. “Oh, uh, sorry to hear-“

A loud honking catches your shared attention. The large SUV blocks the road, the window rolling down to reveal an agitated Kid staring at you through the passenger seat. “Get in.” He orders before rolling the window back up to avoid more rain getting into his car.

“Right, well, I better-“

“Yeah, yeah you should go.” Sanji swallows hard. “Be careful, okay?” The way his head tips towards you gives way to a deeper meaning. A deeper emotion. One that makes your chest squeeze.

“Yeah, I will.” Your smile is tense, before you’re turning to hop into the car. Kid is driving off before you even have your seat belt on and your eyes catch Sanji’s figure in the rear view, watching the car as it drives off.

“Who was that?”

Kids voice makes you jump. “Ah, just an old friend.” You wave a hand, trying to appear more casual than you feel, turning your eyes towards him. “Why? You jealous?”

He lets out a long breath, “You’re insufferable.”

✐ ᝰ ✐ ᝰ ✐ ᝰ ✐ ᝰ ✐ ᝰ

“Come on, what’s with the face?” The words tumble from your lips with familiarity. Eyes zero in on the silhouette before you, but it’s hazy, blue eyes barely breaking through the fog.

“Nothing, I just know that I can treat you so much better.” The voice is smooth and too familiar for your liking. Despite the hesitance you feel, you’re suddenly falling and the fog overwhelms your senses for a brief moment.

Was this all just a dream?

When did you even fall asleep?

Your back suddenly jolts against a soft cushion, as if being thrown onto a bed. Familiar. Aligned with certain events that happened before you passed out for the night.

Were you having a dream about Kid??

But that thought it stunted at the loving kiss pressed against your throat. Soft. Gentle. Certainly not something you were used to. Definitely not Kid.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, preventing you from seeing whoever hovers over you. Open your eyes! Even as soft hands tip up your chin, lips locking with yours in the most intoxicating kiss that is tinged with tobacco. It couldn’t be… right?

Was this all a dream?

It seems too real. Feels too real. As if your skin will be buzzing for days with his touch.

A gasp pulls from your lips as hands wonder lower. Lower. Lower… Until fingertips dip into your unbuttoned jeans. Fingers press between your legs, grazing over the lacey fabric of your underwear, and a groan suddenly rattles above you.

“You’re soaked, my love, do you really want me that bad?” The voice that accompanies the words send pleasant shivers down your spine. It fills you with longing and need. At a desperate drag against the frabric, your eyes snap open finally. Finally. Finally you see him. Sanji. Hovering above you. That stupid, love sick expression on his face. The very thing you’ve been longing for. “I’ve been craving you all day,” He leans in until his lips are on your throat again. “Think you can be good for me, pretty girl?”

An explosion of satisfaction follows.

You’re lost.

Drunk on it.

And then you wake up…

Your eyes are bleary and the room you’re in is… definitely not yours. But it’s also not the room from your dream and that floods a mix of relief and something else into your system.

As you look to your side, Kid’s face is smushed into his pillow and quiet snores slip from the corner of his mouth. Even sleep does no good in softening the gruff man’s features. You slowly sit up in an attempt to collect your bearings.

Everything felt far too real. Your skin still ablaze. Your breaths panting. Your heart thundering in your chest.

Slipping from the sheets, you realize that you’re completely naked. You make a fumbled attempt to collect your clothes, only coming up with your underwear and a Eustass sized shirt, but you decide that was his loss. Slipping the garments on, nearly stumbling onto the sleeping man, you push out of the room to find the bathroom.

You hate that you already know the path.

The lights are blinding as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair is a mess and your eyes are dazed. There’s a new mark on your collarbone. That certainly wouldn’t have happened in your dream scenario… unless asked…

And that thought has you flicking the sink on to throw freezing water in your face.

What had possessed you to have such a dream? You were an adult. A fully grown woman. But yet you were reduced to a horny teen after… after what? After seeing Sanji? After hearing he was single?

Did he truly have that strong of a hold on you? After all these years?

You attempt to find face wash in the mess that is Kid’s bathroom but you’re out of luck. Much to your dismay, all the shower holds is a single bottle- a three in one wash with the picture of a roaring bear on it. That almost makes you laugh in spite of yourself. The drawers are equally as disappointing with only extra strength hair gels and red dye.

By the time you trail back into the room, Kid is awake and glaring at you. “That’s my shirt.” He grumbles, voice deepened by the sleep still clinging to him.

“Feel free to get up and help me find my clothes.” You shoot back with a glare.

“Tch.” Kid grunts. “Thought i got rid of that bratty attitude last night.”

“Guess not.” You mutter in annoyance as you go about finding pants. Kid watches you from his place, buff arms propped behind his head, and a curious look in his eye. “What?” You snipe.

“Nothin’.” He huffs, watching you in interest. Teeth tease at his bottom lip before he makes his decision, “Come here.”

“What?”

“I said come here.” Kid rolls his eyes in annoyance. Your feet are moving before your tired brain can even catch up, standing at the bed side. Kid reaches out to you, tugging you so that you fall directly on top of him.

“What are you-“

“Hush.” He grumbles, leaning forwards to press a hot kiss against your throat. It’s soft and very un-Kid of him. “You were whimperin’ in your sleep. What were you dreamin’ about?”

Heat floods your cheeks at the question. You couldn’t very well tell him who was haunting your dreams. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You bite back.

“I would, yeah.” He confirms, hands pushing up into the shirt. His shirt. “This is mine.” The fabric drags slowly up your stomach.

“Guess you better take it off for me.”

With a cocky smile, Kid rips the shirt off your form, before he locks his lips with your own. You play into him but thoughts flood your mind to distract you from his touch. There was a very thin line between unconsciously dreaming about the man, and thinking about him while actively in Kids lap. You try to push forwards and get rid of that thought.

But Kid pulls back, eyes narrowing. “You’re off.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said you’re off.” Kid repeats, head tipping to the side. “Still wanna do this?” His fingers squeeze at your hip and you’re very well aware of his want even through the thick comforter still between you. You distraction must be evident if he had to ask.

And you do, you decide, want to do this. With Kid. Yes, him specifically. So you suck in a breath, “Well, if i’m off, you better put in more work turning me on.”

“Tch, you really are a brat, huh?” And then you’re falling, pressed into the mattress and pinned below him. The comforter is twisted between you but that is a distant thought. Be present. Don’t let something so small throw you off.

Because Sanji’s presence in your life is small to you… isn’t it?

Series Masterlist | Chapter 08

Taglist: @thekatisspooky @teacarby @zoecelestine @vespidphoenix

[gleamingtempest]

DRDT - Final Murderer Predictions

Please share your final murderer prediction on this post. : ) Feel free to share theories as well. Below will be a list of potential murder motive for every remaining student. There are spoilers.

CW: Suicide, Derealization

It is an equal failing to trust everybody, and to trust no one at all.

Distrust is Teruko's folly. Teruko killed to protect herself from danger.

If you forgot it, then it probably wasn’t important to begin with. None of those memories should ever be kept, anyway.

Charles forgot. Charles killed so that he could learn the truth behind his secret & the trauma of the event caused him to forget the truth.

You can’t go back, no matter how hard you try.

Regret. Eden clings to a regret she has in the outside world, so tightly that she seeks release from the pressure of the Killing Game. She killed out of desperation.

Why should I own up for the mistakes that someone else made?

Nico hated the victim. Their resentment boiled over and they compulsively organized a murder for the victim.

I don’t know what to do with myself anymore.

Ace was terrified of dying so he killed in order to escape. Having seen his life flash before his eyes, he now clings to life more desperately than before.

I want to pay for what I’ve done. But even then, I still want to live.

Hu killed for the sake of living itself. A desperation to cling to something which has been fleeting for her entire life. She was given a reason to live by the killing game itself and she won't let go of it now that she finally has it.

Once something is broken, it can never be pieced together in quite the same way again. The same goes for people.

Veronika was bored. The killing game wasn't up to her entertainment standards, so she wanted to spice things up.

In the end, the only thing I can do is watch my wretched life go on.

Rose was exhausted. Her nightmares, memories, the present and the future all blended into one and Rose lost her sense of reality. Without even realizing what she was doing, Rose killed the victim.

Please don’t call me your daughter ever again.

J killed the victim for the sake of vengeance. This group threw & disregarded her problems, so why should she give a crap about them? She clearly doesn't matter to them.

You hated them, but even that doesn’t justify what you did.

Arturo killed the victim for personal vengeance. The victim slighted him so he wanted them to pay for what they'd done. That day should never have been remembered.

I always believed that a person is defined by their actions alone. But maybe that’s just a poor excuse for my heartlessness.

Levi killed for self preservation. Not bothered by the result one way or another, Levi saw killing to escape as the most practical solution to the Killing Game scenario. It was nothing personal.

We tend to idolize the dead.

Whit killed the victim. (???)

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I wish you could just die.

David killed the victim for his ideal. There's something which matters more than all of your lives; now - die for it.

[theyanderespecialist]

The Marston's Darling (Headcanons) Yanderes Abigail & John X Reader (Red Dead Redemption)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter, and this one is with Abigail and John being Yandere for you, this listener! So please enjoy this chapter here!] 

(Disclaimer: Abigail and John Marston are not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)  -Yandere Headcanons With Yanderes Abigail and John Marston X Gender Neutral Reader From Red Dead Redemption Series- 

.Now they are both one of the healthiest relationships in the Red Dead Series 

.They love each other, and once married, they have both been pretty loyal to each other. 

.Abigail and John have had their issues in the past. 

.Where John thought that their son Jack Marston was not his son. 

.Of course, Abigail hated when John would say this, and how John would not accept their son was his son. 

.But there was one thing that Abigail and John could agree on, and that was they both were in love with you, (Name) (Last Name), their darling! 

.They both were indeed in love with you and wanted you to be their darling, and their darling alone. 

.They would agree that they were the best for you and that they had to 

.John would be the one that is more protective of the two, although they are both very overprotective of you. 

.He is the one keeping you out of dangerous situations and willing to put his life on the line for you and go shoot up anyone that dares to harm you! 

.He is the type of man who would not let anyone put their hands on you, but if they were a woman who harmed you, he would not shoot them, of course; instead, he would deal with them a different way. 

.Abigail don't give two fucks if they are man or woman she would fuck up any man or woman that put a hand on you, sometimes so much that John has to hold her back. 

.They both do not want you sleeping around with anyone other than them, and so they do their best to make sure you are not sleeping around. 

.This includes isolating you from rest of the gang members, stalking you, and also breaking up any of the flirting you do in the saloons. 

.You did not need to be doing all of that when you had the two of them. 

.They would both make sure to do their best at keeping you at the camps. 

.They do their best to keep you busy and if you do go in town to make money, with stealing, scamming, or what have you. 

.You can bet that John is being very protective of you. 

.For example, if you were a person that would sell your body for money and such he would make sure to break it up before the sex parts happen, and he would make sure no one could get too handsy with you. 

.Of course he would make sure you got your money, acting like he was your angry pimp. 

.Anyone that tried to fight him on this would get a gun in their mouth and a bullet in their brains. 

.Abigail is the one to be more strict with you. John could be considered the fun yandere in that he lets you go on train robbing with him and such. 

.Abigail is scolding you when you are far too reckless and making sure you keep your nose clean and stay out of trouble. 

.They would both not tolerate rivals at all.  .Abigail is the one to deal with the female rivals mainly and she is more than willing to put them in their place. 

.John deals with the men and man does he beat the crap out of any man that gets to close to trying to steal you from them. 

.He makes sure that it is clear that you are taken and that you belong to him and that no one else is allowed to be with you but him and Abigail. 

.John and Abigail are as loyal yanderes as they come. As they knew when they met you, they wanted you to be their spouse as well. 

.When John proposed to Abigail, he proposed to you as well, and they both made sure you would marry them as well. 

.It is a threeways marriage indeed they would not let you have a choice in the matter. 

.They confessed to you the same day John proposed to you; this is when they fully laid out their feelings for you. 

.If you said yes and accepted their love, then it would have been all the easier for you in the long run. 

.If you turned down their love and said no, it did not matter; you would have been forced to marry them, and then you would never have been allowed away from them. 

.In the end, you would have adjusted to their love, and they would have you in their life. 

.Sadly, John does not stay with you and Abigail. 

.But he does say goodbye to you, he is honest with you about what he wants but that he would always love you and Abigail. 

.You stay with Abigail mostly out of guilt because he husband left her and their son, and you now have been a co-parent to Jack. 

.You step up and be the other parent Jack needs. 

.John never stops in his obsessive love for you and comes to his senses to win you and Abigail back. 

.In the end, you three live happily ever after and become a stronger thrupple together. 

.May you have been willing at first or not, you would have accepted their love and now are loyal to your husband and wife as much as they are to you. 

.Hell if you have a uterus you might be pregnant with John's child and if you have a penis you might be the father to children with Abigail. 

.It was the wild-west and you could easily have become the parent to your own biological children, expanding the family unit you had with your yandere partners (hehe) and your stepchild Jack Marston. 

.Either way, you now live your days out as a rancher with your yandere husband and wife, and all the while you wonder, what would life be if you ran away in the dead of night? 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[iryeoni05]

{The Boy Is Mine}

Pairing: Lee Sohee × fem!reader, best friend! Park Wonbin

Synopsis: You always thought of Wonbin as your best friend and at the same time your ideal. You knew each other since high school and shared all your joys and sorrows. Wonbin was the person who always supported you when you were having a hard time and cheered you up when you were sad. He was the friend who was feared by all the guys who tried to win your attention. At some point, you started to think you liked him. One time you even agreed to pretend to be a couple to blow off some asshole. Those memories were sweet to you, but for a completely different reason...

Genre: angst (a little bit), smut 18+

Warning: fingering!, Wonbin has a male!boyfriend

Word count: 3,4k~

Author's note: for my darling who loves Sohee so much ㅎㅎㅎ

When you first started university, some guy from 4-year group tried to hit on you. Cute, tall, well-mannered, good sense of humor. But the biggest downside is he's a fucking womanizer. I can't count the number of girls he's been with on the fingers of hand. Who knows, maybe his feet, too. You knew it right away, but you wanted to make sure you didn't.

‘’Are you seriously go on a date with him?” asked Wonbin, sitting at lunch in the dining room. ‘’What a load of crap.’’

Sipping your strong coffee, you grinned and shook your head.

‘’There needs to be a plan. And you're going to help me with it, agreed?” you uttered a little quieter.

Wonbin squinted his eyes and looked at you in disbelief. But suddenly his eyes brightened and he waved his hand.

‘’Sohee, come to us,’’ he shouted into the crowd.

Turning back, your eyes met with Wonbin's friend. The cutest creature from junior year, always shaggy-haired and scowling. Funny guy - that's what you told all your friends about him.

‘’Hi,’’ he said to Wonbin, sitting down next to you for some reason. ‘’Y/N, hi.’’

You wave your hand at him, smiling and blushing when Sohee calls you that and immediately look away.

‘’Remember that jerk who was hitting on Ms. Park?” Wonbin asked Sohee. He just stared at him and nodded, pretending to remember who he was talking about. ‘’He called Y/N for a date.’’

The wands immediately fell out of Sohee's hands, and he himself frowned even more. A cute frowning hippo. You immediately shushed Wonbin, who was smiling contentedly as he watched his friend. Sohee's behavior seemed perfectly appropriate to you. What would a nice guy do when he finds out that some womanizer is trying to finger a nice girl?

‘’Come on, Wonbin. Nothing's going to happen,’’ you assured your friend. ‘’I just want you to help me get rid of him. I'm sick of his persuasion.’’

While your friend pondered over your suggestion, Sohee stared down at his plate of unfinished lunch and finally picked up his chopsticks from the floor. You immediately hold out your wand set to him. Sohee only wanted to refuse, but your hand covering his palm made him finally shut up and agree.

‘’Take mine, please, Sohee,’’ you said affectionately. ‘’I'm not hungry at all, and you should eat. There's more than one lecture today after all.’’

The guy smiled embarrassedly and nodded to you. The quiet ‘’Thank you’’ made your heart skip a beat for some reason. A real nice boy.

‘’I can just walk over to the cafe where you agreed to meet him. Call me as your boyfriend and take away from this cunt,’’ Wonbin voiced his idea, conducting his chopsticks in the air.

‘’Deal,’’ you immediately agree. ‘’Tomorrow at 7 p.m. at Sonsudong.’’

***

Back home, you take a quick shower and plop into bed. Not five minutes later, Wonbin texted you.

Wonbin: ‘’Not sleeping, babygirl?’’

You smile and quickly reply to him, wiggling your feet.

Y/N: ‘’Not yet, but I think I'll definitely go to bed in an hour. I feel weird, maybe tired.’’

Wonbin: ‘’You need to get some rest. Don't worry about tomorrow, I won't be alone. Sohee said he'll come to support XD’’

The mere mention of Sohee made you crouch down in bed. The strange pounding of your heart deafened your thoughts and you wondered.

Y/N: ‘’That's so nice ㅜㅜ It'll be nice to see you both. Just no nonsense, I beg you.’’

Wonbin: ‘’No promises, but I'll try my best! By the way, maybe Sohee will be much more helpful than me, she's trying her best right now”

Y/N: “What do you mean.....”

Wonbin: *video*.

Fucking Wonbin. Fuckin' Park fuckin' Wonbin. Opening the chat photo, you opened your mouth slightly. At first you thought it was just another prank from a friend, but it was the actual video. Putting your phone away on the other end of the bed, you took a deep breath. Shit! In the next second, you reached for your phone again, opening your correspondence with Wonbin and turning on the video to take another look at what your friend had just sent.

Gym. Wonbin sits in a white T-shirt on an exercise machine wearing gloves and sweatpants, waving his palm and zooming into the background, where a shirtless Sohee stands in just shorts, pumping his arms. You were ready to believe that cute little hippos could talk like humans and walk on two legs, but not that Sohee always hid SUCH a body under his clothes. Shit!

Y/N: “What the fuck are you doin’? How am I supposed to react to this?”

Rude because you can feel your face blushing and your panties getting wetter than ever. What has happened in the last week to make Sohee seem attractive to you? Without realizing it, you put your phone away and ignore the messages from Wonbin.

***

It's been three hours and you still can't sleep. You're having wild fantasies with Sohee. Tomorrow, you'll definitely kill Wonbin for such a prank. You don't want to miss your classes at the university because of lack of sleep and the excitement that came at the wrong time. You close your eyes, but then you feel your phone vibrate. Several notifications in a row from someone. Definitely not Wonbin, because notifications were already turned off for him. You turn the phone over, and there he is. In black letters in a white frame, it's Lee Sohee 1st year.

Fuck, not him!

You're embarrassed and worried that you won't be able to sleep now.

Sohee: “Y/N, I'm sorry for writing to you so late, but I wanted to know something.”

Sohee: “Can I ask?”

His hands are shaking pleasantly, you don't even know what to expect from him.

Y/N: “It's okay 😊 I'm still awake and ready to talk.”

You fall back on the bed and sigh. Your cheeks, your head, your body, everything burns with fire when you think about that video. A strange excitement that suddenly came on and wasn't going to leave you.

A minute has passed, but all Sohee does is typing the text message. You feel slightly anxious. You bite your lips and start thinking something absurd, but you don't voice it out loud.

Sohee: “Make sure you answer Wonbin. He's worried about you and wants you to get a good night's sleep. I hope you don't mind if I come tomorrow too. I want to face that asshole. I don't want anything to happen to you... This is going to sound weird, but I want to protect you!”

You hold your breath as you read his text, then smile. It's hard to suppress the emotion when you imagine him saying it.

Y/N: “Oh, Sohee... Of course I don't mind. Thanks for helping out!”

You send it and wonder if you should write him something else. You don't think with your head anymore and write what you think.

Y/N: “I'll be waiting for you tomorrow, my hero. Sweet dreams 😊”

Stupid, stupid! You scold yourself in your head and go to bed. You cover yourself with a blanket and close your eyes.

Once again the notification bothers you, but you open your eyes and squint at the screen. A smile reappears on your face and a quiet beeping sounds out of your mouth.

Sohee: “Good night, princess. I'll guard your sleep.”

Fucking Sohee. Fucking Lee Sohee. Who knew he could write such things? It's going to be a gentle night.

***

It was a sunny day. You didn't sleep very well, but when you thought back to the events of the late night, you couldn't help but feel glad that the date would finally break. Because Wonbin was coming. And of course Sohee, who you wanted to see the most.

The date with Jihoon, the handsome guy that all the girls at the university were pining for, was ordinary at first. At first you met, enjoying the nature in the park, talking and laughing, discussing ordinary things. When you walked into the coffee shop, you immediately saw Wonbin sipping a large mug of cappuccino. Sitting lurking in his hat and nice black-rimmed glasses, he peered over at you. Jihoon didn't notice anything suspicious and was in a good mood, ordered his coffee and went back to his seat, continuing to make jokes and making you laugh.

The only thing that kept you from concentrating on the 'date' was Sohee's lack of being around. He promised to come to your rescue, but somehow things turned out differently. Behavior got ahead of your thoughts, and you already had time to feel sad.

“Is something wrong?” asked Jihoon, stirring his coffee and sliding the mug towards you.

You get distracted from your own thoughts and grin, denying it.

“It's fine, it's just that I...”

You hear the bell ringing as you enter the establishment, and you hold back as hard as you can from turning around. You hear a familiar voice and deep down, you're glad. From the side, you notice Sohee sitting down next to Wonbin and quietly discussing something with him.

“ ...I'm just tired after yesterday's exams and today's lectures, I can't wait for the end of the year.”

Jihoon nods and smiles at you.

“Do you want to come over to my place after the cafe? We'll watch a movie together, relax...”

You hum and want to laugh like a wicked witch, but instead you sigh in boredom. You're annoyed by this kind of behavior in guys and want to teach him a lesson.

“How many girls have fallen for this already? I'm curious, I'm just doing research on the topic of 'Probability of meeting a jerk on the first date.'”

This clearly hurt Jihoon's feelings. But instead of answering you in the same tone, he abruptly grabbed your hand under the table.

“You think I'd let a bitch like you refuse me now? I get rejected by everyone.”

Pissing you off was easy. You stand up abruptly, almost knocking over the table, and immediately feel yourself being dragged by the hand outside. Not Sohee like you wanted, but fucking Jihoon. You resist as hard as you can, trying to break free, but you feel someone else's hands on your waist close to your chest. It gets nasty, and you start to fight, but the guy is stronger.

Where the fuck is Wonbin? Where the fuck is Sohee? You want to sob, but you're strong enough to pull away from the ugly dude and squint, and then you hear a thud. You're afraid to open your eyes, but when you do, you see Jihoon lying on the floor. Sohee is standing next to him, rubbing the knuckles of his right hand. You've never seen a guy look so tough in your eyes. A man! Meanwhile, Jihoon's nose is bleeding, he swears under his breath and immediately jumps up. You get scared that a guy like him is about to punch you back. A moment later, Sohee hides you behind his back and misses a punch. You feel Wonbin pull you back and pull you against him. You hug your friend and watch Sohee skillfully deal with Jihoon in man-to-man. You start to feel really bad that things didn't go according to plan.

***

It's already dark and cold, and you and your boys are sitting on a bench in the park sipping water. Wonbin reprimanded Sohee for failing to stop and making things worse. On one hand, you're glad, but on the other... Now you're sitting next to Sohee and putting a glass of ice on his lip and nose. In the back of your mind you are cursing yourself for what has already happened. Thankfully Jihoon was taken to the police station for disorderly conduct, and Sohee managed to get off by telling the kind policeman that YOUR boyfriend stood up for you in an altercation with a customer who started harassing you.

“Honestly, I thought you wouldn't let him live,” Wonbin muttered irritably and folded his arms across his chest, standing in front of Sohee and scrutinizing his face. “Good thing that got around this...”

Sohee tried to relax and calm down, but every cold touch on his abrasions made him feel uncomfortable and he frowned. The only thing that surprised you was that he held your hand and wouldn't let go. Or you were holding him and not letting go - it didn't matter.

“What could I do when he was already in the middle of hitting on Y/N?” fretted Sohee and raised his voice at Wonbin. “You got lost in your messages altogether, all you kept showing me was your correspondence with your Shotaro. Your boyfriend is nice, of course, but a little more and that fucker would have taken Y/N far away... “

Only you tried to interject into the conversation, but the words got stuck in throat. You didn't know how to react to what just heard.

“What other guy? Wonbin????”

But he just only blushed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Let me tell you later, please. Well, I happen to like him. Yeah” blurted out Wonbin, driving his sneakers on the ground from side to side. ‘’God, give me a break!’’

Sohee grinned and immediately hissed, squinting. You immediately put a clean handkerchief to his lip and stroke your thumb on his palm, which he also continues to hold. You meet your gaze and both of you blush.

“Okay, that's it, Shotaro's here to pick me up. I'll run” muttered Wonbin and slowly started to step in the opposite direction. “Don't forget to walk Y/N home or they'll steal it.”

Looking at your friend strangely and barely holding back laughter. Left alone, it has become difficult to utter anything. You feel Sohee turn to you and put his arm around your shoulders. It became so warm inside.

“Come on, I'll walk you out.”

***

The drive home was interminable, especially when you didn't say a word. Sohee held your hand and smiled every time you looked in his direction. You didn't have the courage to say anything to him, but it was clear enough. Stopping near your house, he finally let go of you and looked into your eyes.

“Sorry again about today,” he said timidly and pouted his lips. “If I had known this Jihoon was such a jerk, I would have confessed as early as tonight.”

Not really understanding at first what the guy is talking about, you suddenly look at him in surprise. The embarrassment builds up gradually.

“Confess?...” is the only thing you can repeat.

You felt your heart beat faster as Sohee took a step closer and leaned towards you.

“Been meaning to tell you this for a long time,” he touched your forearm. “I really like you.”

A moment and Sohee's lips covered yours. The kiss was tender and reverent, as if he wanted to capture this moment forever. You respond to his kiss by closing your eyes and savoring the warmth of his lips. Sweet Sohee. Oh my god, your sweet Sohee made you completely lose your mind.

“You to me too,” breaking away for a second, you uttered. “Recently, yeah...”

Sohee was slightly embarrassed and smiled. For a moment, you even thought he was scared, but the joy in his eyes was obvious.

“I didn't want to rush, but... I just couldn't help myself when I heard from Wonbin yesterday about that guy and...” he admitted, blushing slightly. “You're very important to me.”

You felt your heart filled with warmth again.

“I don't want to share you with anyone else,” Sohee added, and in his voice you could hear the sincerity you appreciated most.

It's still awkward, but you take a step closer to him and put your arms around his neck. You look at his face and notice the dried wound on his lip. You stroke your finger gently over the bruise and lead it up to his nose. Still trying to fight the guilt, you want to protect this guy as much as he protects you. Feeling like the last fool if you don't invite him over to your place. Although you're worried that it's late and it turns out there's nothing left to do but stay the night... Isn't it early? But you didn't give a fuck when he's around you.

“Sohee, I'm insanely embarrassed, but do you want to stay the night at my place?” you suggested, hoping that he would share this crazy idea. “I don't want you to leave.”

Sohee blurted out a smile and nodded many times, his eyes shining with happiness. “Alright, we can watch something together for the night.”

***

When Sohee walked around and looked at your room, you thought you were going to go crazy. He looked insanely cute and masculine in just your father's gym shorts and T-shirt. It was a blessing to have clothes for him at all. For a moment, you thought Sohee would wander around the apartment just like in the very video Wonbin had sent you.

“I like the picture of you as a child,” Sohee scrutinized the gold-framed photo. “Beautiful, sweet and little princess in an enchanting dress... And why would I get such a precious gift?”

You exchanged glances full of tenderness and joy. You decided to take a step forward and put your arms around Sohee's waist and pressed yourself against him. He also hugged you tightly and securely.

“Thank you for what you are,” you said quietly, causing a blush to appear on his face. “You're my prince now, Sohee.”

“How sweet you are, my girl,” he murmured embarrassedly, wrapping his arms around your hips and lifting you into his arms.

In that moment, you realized that not only was he the most beautiful man on the planet, but he was strong. Really strong. In his arms, you felt like a lightweight flake, and you were afraid to feel the strength of his muscles when you touched his shoulders. They really were rock hard. Just the thought of him all yours slowly made you go crazy. Oh, no. But it was okay. That's what you thought.

Everything was fine, you got comfortable on the bed. Not the first time, for Sohee insisted he would sleep on the floor so as not to disturb you. But you insisted that you were unlikely to fall asleep without his embrace. You turned on a common as it turned out favorite YouTube blog and started laughing at the jokes of the bloggers.

Time flew by, and soon they were both oblivious to the fact that something was happening on the screen. Kissing, snuggling up against each other. As his fingers run down your waist line, dipping behind the elastic band of your pajama pants, noticing the lack of underwear. His face immediately turns red and he burrows into your hair with indignation, the vanilla scented shampoo completely clouding his senses as his hand makes its way to your groin.

Sohee takes his time, gently and sweetly kissing the back of your neck, hugging your body as his fingers finally make contact with your already wet pussy. His fingers glide lightly over your folds, a hiss escapes Sohee's lips at the feel of your pussy needing his fingers. Feeling your ass pressing against his aroused cock, Sohee moans softly into your ear as his fingers finally penetrate where you need them most.

As Sohee gently massages your clit, the quiet call of his name makes him feel as if he's being driven mad - lust has completely clouded his judgment, and the only thought skittering through the hollow corners of his mind is you.

His deep voice whispers in your ear, his breath blowing against your soft skin. You can't believe what's happening, gasping with happiness. Your quiet whimpering turns into gasping moans and sighs. You don't notice when your hips slip carelessly onto Sohee's fingers.

Your body shudders at his touch, and your lips press together as his finger begins to move inside your pussy, curving to instantly touch the sweet spot deep inside you.

“I got you, honey, I'm here,” Sohee whispers hoarsely in your ear, and your eyes widen to look away and meet your boyfriend's gaze.

“Is this what you were dreaming about yesterday?” he teases, knowing exactly what the answer will be. You already want to resent him, shaking your head from side to side and whimpering. One of his eyebrows quirks up before he plunges another finger deep into your pussy, making your body quiver and arch in his hands.

“Answer me, Y/N” he bites your neck gently, making you speak.

“Yeah...I've only dreamed of you.... please...” you reply, your eyes closing quickly at the feel of his fingers working their magic in your velvety walls. Sohee hums, his chest vibrating. Everything around you is hot and wet. You feel your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the bedding below, making your cheeks heat up in beautiful shades of pink and red.

“Really? What do you want me to do now, sweetheart?” asks Sohee, making you need him. His fingers move faster inside you, and your hands come up to grasp his bicep, which tenses under your fingers.

“Anything you want... I feel so good,” your eyes squeeze shut and moans come off your lips.

“Good girl... so beautiful to me, do you like it when I touch you with my fingers, baby? Do you?” you frantically nod your head, causing a deep chuckle to escape from his mouth.

You feel consciousness slipping from your body, and you try your hardest to hold on to him for as long as possible, and Sohee realizes from the look on your face how close you are to falling apart in his arms. He changes his position so that he's still lying on your side, but he lifts himself up slightly, holding himself over your trembling body on his forearm above your head.

Sohee looks down at you, watching your expression as he splits you in half with just his fingers. He enjoys watching the volume of your voice change.

“Fuck, Y/N... Cum for me, baby,” you blush and try to look into his deep brown irises. Sohee kisses you softly on your cheeks and neck.

You don't notice as you whimper at the top of your voice, your hands gripping his biceps so roughly that your nails dig into the skin. Oh, that Sohee!

His fingertips caress your sweet spot now and then, making tears come to your eyes, you squeeze your eyes shut and feel yourself crying. With happiness. Your hands slide from his abs to his biceps to his shoulder, clutching at him like he's a work of art.

“Sohee, honey... yes, fuck,” you beg, your whole body shaking.

“I'm here, love,” you bite your lower lip sharply, cumming loudly.

A moment and you feel sleep cover you both like a warm blanket, but before it does, you hear Sohee speak weakly in your ear:

“Y/N, you're incredible, I love you so much...love you so much,'' a deep blush has appeared on your cheeks, and your body goes soft in his arms.

[fictionkinfessions]

[《 Fandom this post is about : «“Persona ５”»｜«“Persona ５ ROYAL”» 》]

[CW : Mentions of death(?), locking people inside ____, potential depersonalization regarding __mi__ (name is a spoiler), maybe some other stuff but those are the major ones I believe?]

[WARNING : This post contains major, MAJOR spoilers for (if I recall correctly) the last parts of «“Persona ５ ROYAL”», please scroll if you haven't finished the game or plan on doing so!]

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♧ – « “Oh god, I just realized that my first post may somewhat imply (depending on how you look at it) that I actually took Maruki's deal oh crap” »

♤ – « “heyyy, guys.. I hope that's not what anyone thought, that was just me remembering stuff and being sad because we all went our separate ways and also because someone I really cared about was freaking 💀 😞” »

◇ – « “That being said, it would have been horrifying to be in such a reality. Especially because the whole ‘solution’ was just: ‘oh, you're sad? Bingo!!! NOT ANYMORE!!!!!!!’, and it didn't really get rid of the root problem.” »

々– « “It felt more of a childish solution to (almost) every problem there could have been. Simply being “happy” all of the time..” »

♡ – « “Not to mention, Sumire wouldn't have even gotten her sister back, she would just have stayed as Kasumi forever, but you know what's somehow WORSE?” »

❅ – « “That it would have been just an idealized version of Kasumi. 😕” »

✪– « “It didn't really feel like he was that same trustworthy therapist I kept going to whenever I felt sad, or whenever I just wanted someone to talk to for all of those months.” »

☆ – « “Which is sad.” »

❀ – « “It's always been sad, seeing how people you have grown to like, or even those you didn't, show their true colors like that.” »

✸ – « “He didn't have bad intentions, of course, but that doesn't remove what he was doing. Good intentions don't remove the wrong actions someone can take to fulfill something.” »

❆ – « “That's why he had a palace, no?” »

✧ – « “But.. even with that being said.. even despite everything that happened.. I feel as though, somehow, I still can't say that I hate him with complete confidence that it's true. I just.. don't know what to feel or think about him. I didn't want my friends to be caged in such a reality, but if they were all going to have the very things they longed for.. was breaking that bubble really the right thing to do? No, of course it was, but sometimes it feels like I did something wrong by not accepting that deal, as terrible it would have been.” »

❂ – « “So if any Maruki is reading this.. please get a therapist for yourself and refrain from giving anyone therapy until you no longer feel like running away from problems or traumatic stuff is somehow better than accepting that they happened. Seriously.” »

✮ – « “Have a nice day, doctor, but please don't try to come near any of my friends or even acquaintances until then. That's the least you could do after that.” »

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[ Side notes : ]

— #❂🥞🐈‍⬛✮

(《✮ «“Ren Amamiya”» ✮｜❂ «Akira Kurusu» ❂｜♧ «“Joker”» ♤ fictive + fictionkin》)

(How I managed to forget to put the custom tag in post number 6 I will never know.. side effects from using symbols and decorations on excess 😞)

(I should start making more shout outs to certain people in the side notes actually..)

(shout out to Yusuke and Ann!!)

(FINALLY FINISHED DECORATING EVERYTHING, WAR IS OVER 😭😭 I know I said I liked doing this, but sometimes I just wanna share little silly stuff that happens to me.. and then I find myself suffering because I just so happened to believe that decorations on the last few posts I made was the GREATEST idea ever 😞 this is why I forgot to put the custom tag I swear to god 💔)

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(slowly becoming a regular here..)

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[smootbrainchicken]

Without me

Part 1

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I can see it even now, the road under him, cars rushing around trying to get home, the streetlight on his face, his hair falling in halos around his head, the bliss of the moment.

Don’t do it please. Just stay put. Please. Don’t trust it.

I can beg all that I want but the ending always stays the same.

Oh why did you have to be without me?

September 2, 2024

Monday morning, the first day of junior year, I genuinely never thought I would get here after the crap I went through last year. During the last week of school last year I made a choice to leave my friend group, it was a big deal at the time because believe it or not I was part of the “popular” girls so when I left my, now best friend Daniela Jenkins or Danni, went with me. Obviously the whole school was up in our space trying to figure out what the hell happened for the cool kids to lose two members, and honestly it’s not that deep, those people are shallow, only care about how they look in others eyes, pretty, sexy, sassy, funny, girly, helpless, you get the point.

Danni and I were not informed of some major switches in our group because apparently we weren’t fitting “the ideal look” of the group, so we left. I remember exactly what I said to the “leader” of the group Allison.

“Look, I'm not interested in being one of your puppets that you drag along until you need me. If you don’t like me and don’t want to be my friend that’s fine but don’t make up stupid excuses like “i don’t fit the look” honestly nobody actually likes you they’re just scared of you, and how you will make their life hell if they stopped following you around.”

It might have been a little harsh, but she needed to hear it and the rest of the group needed to know it was okay to not fall in line behind her meaninglessly. She was also dating the boy I had the fattest crush on, so I might have been a little unnecessarily mean, but that doesn’t really matter anymore because they broke up over summer and I took my chance. That makes me seem shallow. I didn't just swoop in while he was hurting and ask him out because he was finally free of that brat of a girlfriend he had, I'm not that girl. Instead i waited 3 weeks then asked if he wanted to go to a small get together, a party, with me. Theo and I have been neighbors for our whole lives, so it’s not that strange that I would talk to him outside of school hallways. He said yes to me and one thing led to another and we were hanging out all the time, at least twice a week over the summer.

Me being me I knew that i couldn’t just go up and date him, not after the stunt i pulled with Allison at school. They aren’t dating anymore but he has been accepted into the male side of that friend group so he is still… salty, I guess about her. By the end of August I thought I had made great progress with him and was finally ready to ask him out on a date, when he totally friend-zoned me. He told me that I was his best friend and he is glad we started talking again after drifting apart in 8th, 9th, and 10th grade. Great, I’ve been best friended, exactly not what I wanted, but we will make it work. For the sake of my little middle school self and her crush on Theo I can't screw this up.

I am in my little black sports car my mom bought for me last christmas for all of 30 seconds before I remember that I forgot to grab my lunch off of the counter. Everyday for the past 11 years my mom has reminded me to grab my lunch before school while she watches the cartoon reruns on the TV, not anymore because half way through summer my parents decided to be selfish and cheat on eachother. And I do mean each other, they accidentally booked the same hotel for the same night with their side pieces, they ran into each other there and when I got home the next day I was told they are getting divorced. After it was finalized rather than go to court about it they just said i would live in the house with whomever stays there, that ended up being my dad, it’s not like I’m mad about it i love my dad but mom and i had a rhythm and now she just buys me stuff like that’s parenting.

I ran into the house and got my lunch bag then ran back out to my car. Danni got into a wreck last month so her car is totaled and i've been picking her up a lot ever since, so naturally i have to pick her up from school today too. I'm about to pull out of the driveway when I see Theo waving and jogging towards me. I roll down the window to say hi but he gets over to me faster and opens up the passenger door.

“I'm so sorry to ask but would you mind taking me to school today? Mom’s car won’t start so she took mine and dad already left for work-” he’s talking super fast as if he’s scared i'll say no to him. Except he doesn’t know that I can't say no to him, not when he bats his pretty gray eyes at me, and has his pink lips parted ever so slightly cause he ran over here.

“No, of course I'll take you. Just hop in, we have to pick up Danni so i’ve got to go now though” oh no, i agreed to quickly. Maybe he won’t notice it or maybe he will just not read into it too far.

He face relaxes as soon as the words left my mouth, “You are a lifesaver seriously I owe you Lyd,”

“I'll hold you to that” I laughed at him, “but for real i need to go so in or out?”

“In. I'm in, don’t want you to be late. Lydia May Vandyke, ms. perfect, never missed a class or been late in her whole school career.” he teases.

I scoff as I pull out of the driveway and drive towards Danni’s house, “Oh you know that’s not true, I got chicken pox in 5th grade and missed a whole week of school. We went on a field trip to the aquarium and I cried because I had to miss it so you brought me back a stuffed shark to make me feel better.”

“Oh yeah that’s right and everyone at school kept asking if you were my girlfriend and if you were dying.” he laughs softly at the memory.

The rest of the ride to Danni's is mainly in silence, but not the suffocating kind; it was a soft comfortable silence, like old friends just enjoying each other's presence after being across the ocean from each other. When she gets into the car she looks at me and raises her eyebrows, a clear sign of confusion and questioning. I shake my head towards her hoping she will drop it for now so I can explain the situation to her without the main subject in the room with us. Danni is the type of person to be quiet around people she’s not super close with, so the ride to school consists of me talking to them individually rather than a group conversation until the topic of Allison is brought up.

Theo is finally at the point where we can talk about Allison and he talks about all the shit she put him through rather than how much he misses her and how he wishes she had given more signs before ending it with him, but when Danni brings up the fact that we have nowhere to sit because we are not friends with her anymore and he gets visibly tense. Danni sees it and gets an idea.

“So…? Are you going to sit with the B.I.O.T.C.H. today?” she asks in an accusatory tone.

Theo spins around in his seat to look at her as soon as the words have left her mouth, “Who is the biotch?”

Danni laughs and says, “Oh that’s Allison.”

“B.I.O.T.C.H. is an acronym, Beast of burden, Inbred, Oxygen thief, Twitter feminist, Coffee slurper, Hypocrite." I explained, inserting myself into their conversation.

“Well jeez you guys, that's a little harsh. And though it doesn’t matter, yes I was planning on sitting with my friends today,” I can’t quite tell if he’s offended over the way we talk about her or if he’s just not putting up with our bullshit.

“Don’t get snappy, I was just asking” Danni raises her hands in mock surrender.

He hangs his head is small defeat, “I know, it’s just been a long day”

I turn into the school parking lot, “It’s not even 8 o'clock hun”

He mimics me in a silly voice, “I’m aware of the time Lydia”

“Ok, ok” I laughed softly, “Keep your eyes peeled people, we need to get a good parking spot.

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This is part one of hopefully many, please let me know what you think it would be greatly appreciated. Bye lovelies <3

[colorfulwastelandvoid]

The show wasn’t about classism or a colonial divide it was about magic. What do you think Arcane means? Again why do you you think League fans was cussing yall out back in season 1? Pull whatever parallels to real world events as you please. It’s fandom we should and will continue to do so but remember your interpretation is not canon nor was it intended to be so. Like I said yall are more concerned with looking nuanced but lack the empathy and intelligence to do so. Yall keep repeating each other no matter how many times show runners, League players or people who watched the show tell how you are wrong.

Let me get this straight you not only don’t like Vander but question Ekko’s ideology?

But you glaze Silco? Are we being for real? Am I on candid camera right now?😭 You critique the man who built a community where people look out for each other and wanted to protect his kids and one of said kids who in turn did the same and created a safe place amongst all the chaos that Silco was doing for? I’m genuinely confuse by this mentality? Since you want to pull up real world stuff let’s do it. The Black Panther Party, the rainbow coalition and literally any civil rights organization worth a damn stress the need to build community. It is paramount amongst the disenfranchised to do so. Hell there is abolitionists writing that echos the same sentiments. So there is that. So I don’t know what you’re trying to infer about me and the need for community amongst us all but I can tell you how you look glazing the white drug kingpin who terrorized his community but crap on the other white man who did the best with what he has and the young black man who made a mountain out of a molehill for his community. Again there is a reason why Vander got a statue and not Silco.

I see Mel as a hero cause she is a hero and was always written that way. That throw away line about her being the poorest Medarda had nothing to do with money or power but everything to do with her insecurity about her place in life. You even mentioned Mel’s insecurity, I’m not sure why you are not connecting this dot. That was a throwaway self deprecating jab. The whole point of Mel’s character was to be a red herring. The show runners have officially gone on record saying just that. Both in interviews and in the official Arcane artbook and (respectfully) you don’t even need those two sources cause the show goes to painstaking detail show Mel’s sincerity if you stopped looking at the surface of these characters you will noticed. You were duped, bamboozled even about Mel, it’s okay everyone but like 5 people were too. Also I’m gonna be a 100% honest with you. If your takes on Mel are like this then unless you’ve read Ambessa’s book, Mel’s on motion comic, her league bio or literally any of the stuff Riot has put out about then we really shouldn’t talk about her. Cause it’s clear you got such a small frame of reference of who you want her to be vs who Riot made her out to be. Cause the stuff you say about her Riot has content to contradict that. 

She tries to convince Jayce to make weapons cause they need weapons. Zaun got shimmer and chem tanks and besides Caitlyn, enforcers got the aim of stormtroopers. They need something. Also Piltover was bombed one of the Hexgems and lab notes were stolen by Jinx. She was already weaponizing Hextech before Jayce or Vik could even try. What do you think Fishbones is.

Mel knows war she grew up in Noxus. She has lived through a pretty violent and personal civil war before she got banished. She knows what’s coming. The soft spined idealism is her thinking that diplomacy can still win out and that the presence of weapons is enough of a deterrent. Ambessa literally calls Mel out on this on the pier. Mel knows this to, that her inaction( not cause she doesn’t care but cause of her trauma surrounding violence) is leading her down the middle path. She needs to choose and she did she choose compassion and diplomacy.That’s why at the end of season 1 Jayce tells Mel she was always right.

Ps this is a prequel setting up main league of legends lore. The writing was on the wall for how this stuff will end/be. Have your headcanons but please comeback and engage with the canon, the kids miss you.

People who say that all the councilors had it coming except Mel are pussies. Mel absolutely had it coming lol literally the richest person in Piltover and that was before the hexgates, so really there was only one way for her to get that kind of money. I think she had the potential to be a really good character but everything that was interesting about her was completely sidelined and at the end she was just boring. Like show me her backstory, show me her corruptness, her prejudice, don’t act like she was simply ignorant of the oppression when she was literally a part of the government.

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

hi my pronouns are they/them. I am not female. please refer to me accordingly.

I might have been afab but that does not make me a woman. I might have a vagina and tits and all that shit but that does not make me a woman. I might pass for a woman but that does not fucking make me one.

[fantasyinvader]

Two things tonight.

1) A while back I posted about a headcanon of mine where Edelgard, in line with the Byleth/Constance ending, begins bodysnatching her successors in order to keep the empire under her command. With it being confirmed she uses Slither tech to maintain “peace” in her empire and how Hopes all but say this is the secret to TWSITD’s bodies, this is a real possibility... expecially when you remember Edelgard’s line to Claude about not being able to entrust Fodlan to him because ‘he doesn’t know it’s history” despite acknowledging their ideals are similar. Combine that with the endings where Edelgard retires while disappearing from the public eye, I think this isn’t a headcanon anymore.

I think this was something that the game was meant to imply more heavily, That in Edelgard’s quest to make Fodlan believe what she believes, she still throws away her humanity. Stealing the bodies of successor after successor, maintaining her control over Fodlan, always making sure it follows her beliefs rather than taking a chance of entrusting it to someone else and hoping they follow her path exactly. Throwing away her humanity, replacing the goddess with herself.

2) Rhea sending assassins after Count Varley...makes sense to me.

We know that the Southern Church was restored under Edelgard’s control, something she does post-CF. We also know from Azure Gleam that Edelgard’s Church is preaching different things, in all likelihood they’re preaching Edelgard’s social Darwinist meritocracy crap. Instead of telling people not to abuse their power and abilities, we instead have a church telling them that those with those qualities need to be the ones on the top of the food chain. A church that will cut safety nets instead of providing charity.

And they’re saying this all is what Sothis believed. Varley’s church is saying Sothis taught people the same lessons Nemesis espoused, the same Nemesis who killed Sothis along with the rest of Rhea’s people. The Western Church may have been racist as fuck, but at least from what we see it still preached the same morals as the others.

What’s more, remember the Japanese version of Hanneman and Dorothea’s support, where the nobility was founded on the idea that they would use their power to protect and guide the people? Not the meritocracy treehouse replaced it with? Remember how the history text in the library says, in the Japanese version, Wilhelm crushed houses who tried to increase their own power? Now we have a Church under Edelgard’s control as she, as Hubert puts it, coddles the nobility and oppresses the commoners with her reforms in order to please the former group. Kinda sounds like Hanneman saying the nobility just used their power to cement their position while keeping the common folk down.

We have a Church that is now endorsing the same way of thinking that led to the moral decline of the Empire, justifying Edelgard’s corruption and oppression of the people as “the will of the goddess.”  And if Edelgard is trying to replace the teachings of the goddess with her own, then it’s a pretty big point towards “Edelgard is replacing the goddess with herself.”

We also know Rhea still has feeling for Wilhelm and is upset to fight his/possibly their descendant, so she would be less inclined to go after Edelgard over this (especially if it means killing a member of her family). So she goes after Varley first, hoping that his death would solve it.

[dysfunctionalcrab]

cute vets, pets, and boys

Pairing: Quackity x reader

Pronouns: Gender neutral

Description: Tiger needs to go to vets. Over there, his owner meets a cute veterinary assistant (yes, I mean you)

Notes: Doctor Anderson is the name of an actual doctor I shadowed I couldn’t think of anything else okay, leave me alone.

His knee bounced up and down impatiently. The place was unusually packed today.

Tiger sat in his basket, loafed and with his eyes closed. Quackity’s heart ached for the small cat, the poor animal had stopped his regular eating habits. When he filled his bowl, it was only half finished, which was abnormal, since Tiger was usually finished within 10 minutes, and then meowed for some more.

He glanced at the clock, sighing after calculating that he had been been waiting for almost a whole hour, until a vaguely familiar man walked into the room with a clipboard. He was a middle aged man, grey hair and and stubble. He wore giant glasses with black frames. It was only when Quackity’s eyes landed on the name tag pinned to the pocket of his white lab coat, did he realise this was their regular vet.

“Alex!” He called out, looking up from his clipboard and locking eyes with him

Tiger hadn’t been to vet in ages, and when he did, it was usually his mom who took him, so to see him so enthusiastic, or even remember his name, startled him quite a bit.

He stood up, clutching the handle of the cat basket and lifting it off the floor.

“Doctor Anderson?” He tried to play it off as if he wasn’t reading his badge to remember his name.

“How have you been?” The doctor asked him.

“I’ve been good, busy, but good,”

“How are you? How is your mom?”

Quackity tried to be polite, answering all the questions he had. But in reality, he didn’t care about catching up with his vet, especially after waiting an hour of waiting just to even be spoken to while his cat sat miserably in his basket. It had entirely ruined his mood. He just wanted to know what was wrong with his cat.

He was relieved when Doctor Anderson finally ushered him into the room.

The doctor walked in with another man, he looked young. This man was going to be the final patient you assist before finally finishing the veterinary experience course. You took a deep breath and approached them both.

The doctor walked in with another man, he looked young. This man was going to be the final patient you assist before finally finishing the veterinary experience course. You took a deep breath and approached them both.

The doctor walked in with another man, he looked young. This man was going to be the final patient you assist before finally finishing the veterinary experience course. You took a deep breath and approached them both.

The other guy looked you, not in a weird way, but just to curious to who you were. You offered him a kind smile, and when you started to think wasnt going to, he returned it. Doctor Anderson watched the interaction from across the room.

“This is [Y/N],” he introduced, putting a gentle hand behind your back. “They’ve been shadowing me for the last 2 months, today is their final day,”

Quackity nodded, glancing towards you again, but less soft. Your smile dropped. You started to assume he wasn’t in a good mood today, especially since he probably had a sick animal with you. So, you resorted to standing in the corner of the room, just to observe.

“So then, how can I help you?” The doctor asked him

“I don’t know,” You watched him as he distressedly pushed his hair away, alongside fiddling and adjusting his beanie anxiously. “Tiger just hasn’t been eating lately and it’s been worrying me,”

Doctor Anderson opened up the basket and took out a small tabby cat who you now knew was named ‘Tiger’. Your heart awed at the cat, you loved cats. I mean, you loved animals in general, which was the reason you wanted to help them.

You watched as he started to check the cat, feeling his fur and his body for any irregularities. His face was fully focused, eyebrows furrowing. You could tell the owner was nervous since he was rubbing the seam of his shirt aggressively between his finger and thumb.

“Has Tiger ever-“

The door suddenly swung open with a loud creak. All your heads snapped towards the entrance, another doctor stood there, her face a little sweaty and she was huffing, completely out of breath

“Doctor- we need you please, it’s urgent,” She stated.

The doctor looked at you, and then looked at the cat, and then looked back at you. You felt yourself freeze in fear. You knew what he was asking, and you frantically shook your head, pleading with your eyes that he didn’t leave you alone.

“You’ll be fine,” he whispered, before taking off and dashing out the room,‘following the tinder woman. He accidentally slammed the door a little hard that the noise startled Tiger. He let out a small and scared meow.

You pursed your lips, looking down sympathetically at the cat. You then looked at his owner, he was giving you a blank, expressionless stare, his brown eyes told you he was a mixture of tired, irritated but concerned. You wondered how long he’d been waiting.

Quackity was nervous around pretty people, he was far from confident. After the way you smiled at him, he felt himself heat up. He’d be lying he if he said he didn’t find you cute.

If you weren’t in such a formal environment, he’d be initiating some sort of casual conversation with you to start things going, if he even knew how to. But now, especially since he had a sick cat with him, wasn’t the ideal situation. Your voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

“So,” you gnawed at your lip nervously. “He’s lost his appetite?

Quackity nodded slowly.

You hummed, observing her on the table. He was a cute little cat, his eyes were glossy and wide. You felt a pain in your chest at the poor thing. You had never been left alone with a patient before, so you were anxious to say the least.

“Has this ever happened before?” You asked

He shook his head. “Uh- no. No it hasn’t.”

You stroked her, he immediately nuzzled into your palm. You and him both locked eyes at the adorable moment.

“He’s cute,” You stated.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “He is.”

He picked up a mental note of your interaction with him. It was uncommon that Tiger relaxed at someone’s touch so easily, usually he would do that at-least within a week of knowing or playing with them. He was also quite aggressive, living up to his name.

“You don’t need to worry, you know, I’m sure he’s fine, the worst it could be is like- kidney disease or something,”

His eyes widened

“Not that it is!” You took back, wishing you could swallow your words back up again. “I didn’t mean it like that, I was just saying that he could-“

He raised an eyebrow at you, this time out of confusion of your rambling.

“I’ll stop talking now.” You muttered to yourself

You felt ridiculous, being so nervous. You couldn’t tell if it was from the pressure, or the fact he had a strong gaze on you.

“I’m going to check his teeth, if that’s okay?” You asked

Quackity stepped back abit from the table. “Yeah, yeah, of course, do whatever you need,”

You patted her head before positioning her so you could look at her mouth. You gently held her head and used your fingers carefully to pull her jaw open. It all looked pretty normal, until your eye fixated on one of her canines that were looking black at the root.

You sighed, observing it a little longer. You smiled, thankful that you found the problem. It was funny to you how this guy hadn’t even thought to check her mouth before-hand.

“Well, we’ve found the problem,” you said. Quackity stepped closer and watched to where you finger was pointing. “Just a bad tooth, it most likely hurts when he eats,”

You smiled at him reassuringly and he relaxed. His Tiger was going to be just fine

“So now what?” Quackity asked you, petting Tiger. He quietly purred

You ran your tongue at the seam of your lips. “I don’t know, I guess. I don’t think if it’s legally permissible for me to diagnose anything or 8 anything- I think,” you spoke awkwardly. “It’s better to just wait for the doctor to come back,”

He nodded again. The silence in the room was making it a little uncomfortable for the both of you, the only thing making it less... weird, was the cute little cat laying on the table.

“So, how long have you been shadowing him again?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, he was clearly just trying to make conversation with you to diffuse the awkwardness.

“For two months,” you answered. “Today is actually my last day.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, kind of disappointed actually, this experience has been quite nice. Now it’s back to textbooks and PowerPoint presentations, it’s like being stuck back in high school”

“I get that. Law school is just case after case and it can get boring sometimes,”

“Law school? Holy crap,” you said, before throwing a hand over your mouth, remembering he was still just a patient. “Sorry, excuse the language,”

He giggled nervously. “Don’t worry about about it,”

Conversation with him from then on was easy. It flowed quite smoothly, from talking about about school to other general things.

He liked the way you listened, Quackity knew that he waffled on about certain subjects a whole lot. But you seemed to actually be interested, your face lighting up every time. You found it sweet the way he talked so passionately about things, for a stranger, you were pretty intrigued.

You enjoyed his company for the next 30 minutes, still waiting for Doctor Anderson to come back after rushing out of the door. To be fair, It was nice to have conversation during the day that wasn’t with a fifty five year old man for once.

“But we have restaurants here like Chipotle, or Taco bell!” You exclaimed, now sitting beside him on one of the blue chairs.

“They’ve never been as good as the ones I’ve had in Mexico,” he told you.

“Well then I guess-“

Again. The noisy door swung open. Both your heads simultaneously turning towards it. The doctor walked back into the room, his hair was a little ruffled and messy. He came in as if he was looking for a certain something, and then his eyes landed on you.

“[Y/N]? What are you still doing here?” He questioned, looking at his watch. “It’s past four o’clock,”

You took out your phone from your back pocket. Damn, time really flew by and you didn’t even realise.

“We were just talking about Tiger, he’s got a bad tooth,” you said

The doctor smiled at you. “Good work, [Y/N]!” He said, pride overtaking his voice. “But it’s really time for you to go home. You can pack up your things now and relax! You’re finally finished!”

“Oh-,” you said, feeling the slightest bit disappointed as you looked at Quackity. “Thank you,”

You stood up and hesitantly slipped off the spare white lab coat, folding it up and placing it in on a nearby counter.

You looked at Quackity again, his eyes were almost saying ‘sorry’ for you having to leave.

Quackity watched you leave the room. His mood dropping straight away. He knew he wasn’t going to speak to you again after this.

The doctor started talking to him again, giving him advice for Tiger and how they would deal with the problem. However, the unfortunate problem was, his attention was focused on you. You know sometimes you talk to someone once and then for the rest of the year you constantly think about that interaction? Yeah, that’s how he was feeling. He had no idea why you had suddenly invaded all his thoughts.

Too bad you’d left without so much of a goodbye.

If only he built up the courage and asked for your number.

———

Masterlist

Taglist: @inniterhq @basilly @nite-land @bunnyloo @siriushxney @notphilosopherstudentblog @tinyegg @dreamiewrites @kai-was-here @shiyanchan

[operahousebookworm]

I've started and deleted like six dissertations in response to this, I swear...

Much ink has been spilled about the ways that "how are you" acts as a prelude to conversation, rather being part of the conversation itself. So when you reply with anything other than "(neutral-to-positive sentiment), how about you?" it throws people off not because they don't want to hear an "honest" answer, but because it breaks the pattern. They're called "pleasantries" for a reason.

But really, I think you're asking the wrong question. Rather than trying to gauge the other person's interest in your well-being, you need to ask yourself Is this the time and place to get into detail?

Let's say that you're at work, and you pass by your favorite person in the office as you're both on your way to separate meetings. You say, "How are you?" They reply, "Pretty terrible, actually."

Would you just say, "Cool, see you later"? Or would you want to stop and find out more of what's going on and see if you can provide any comfort or help?

I'm guessing it's probably the latter. You care about this person, after all. But there are gonna be other people around and your friend may not want those people to know the details of this. And you both have meetings to get to...

Remember that humans are pack animals. So when you tell someone--even a total stranger--that you're not okay, most people are naturally inclined to register that there's trouble in the pack and want to help fix it. It feels heartless just to say, "Good luck with that, I guess. Is this for here or to go?"

Let's avoid the common framing around this issue, which is whether or not to answer "honestly." (I have a whole separate rant about how it's dangerous to equate honesty with total unfiltered access to your brain, and also how the concept of masking as it's usually discussed is alienating bullshit. You can shapeshift as the situation requires and still be you.) Instead, you should base your answer around whether follow-up questions are a good thing or a bad thing right this second.

(The right this second part is important. You can always come back to this topic later in the same conversation! And if someone asks how you're doing after the pleasantries are out of the way, they're almost certainly seeking more detail.)

No Follow-ups Please

Purpose: Politely close the subject of your current status and put the conversation back in the other person's hands

Examples:

"Hanging in there, how about you?"

"I'm good [for the purposes of this conversation], you?"

"Same old same old, how about you?"

Reasons to use:

One of you is being paid to interact with the other

One or both of you is en route somewhere or in the middle of something

The entire interaction will ideally be over in two minutes or less

You might know their first name, probably do not know their last name, and almost certainly do not know any significant personal details

You aren't in the mood for conversation

You don't know, like, or trust this person enough to get into specifics

(These last two are important! "How are you?" is not a subpoena. Even if they're fishing for details and/or even if it's a close friend, you are allowed to be vague and deflect if you don't want to make it a full conversation.)

Follow-ups Welcome, but Not Necessary

Purpose: Give the other person the option to either pursue the topic of your current status or change the subject, without either option seeming rude

Examples:

"Just had a bunch of crap dumped on me, but I'm dealing. How about you?"

"Oh, family stuff, you know how it is. How are you?"

"I've been better. What about you?"

Reasons to use:

You're somewhere chummy but not fully social, like work or an organized activity group

You've got a few minutes to talk but might get interrupted

You definitely know their first name, probably know their last name, and might know some significant personal details

You have doubts that this is the right person or time for a potentially heavy conversation so you're testing the waters

You want to get to know this person better so are opening up a bit to level up the friendship

You want to provide an easy out if you might be misreading if this is a good time to talk

There are other people around and you don't want to take over the conversation/don't want them to be part of discussing this topic

Please Ask Follow-Ups

Purpose: Propose a deeper discussion, then PAUSE and give the other person a chance to react and respond. The pause is important because this is a two-way conversation and you still want to allow them an out if they really need it.

Examples:

"Oh my god, you won't believe the shit my mom just pulled."

"Welp, my car blew its tires on top of everything else, so that's great."

"Not gonna lie, I could really use a chance to vent."

Reasons to use:

You're in a private space, one-on-one or with only trusted friends

You're in an ongoing text-based discussion where venting is not against the rules

You know this person's first name, last name, immediate family tree, relationship status, and hobbies (and they know that you specifically know this, parasocial relationships don't qualify)

You've got at least 10-15 minutes clear to get into the details

You want advice from this person specifically

You've previously established with this person that they're cool with you skipping the pleasantries

They've asked how you are outside the structure of a ritual greeting

One last thing to remember: because "how are you" is generally understood to be a polite formality, people who want the details will specifically ask for them using other words! They will also often ask for specific information rather than a general statement.

Examples of that:

How are you holding up?

I haven't gotten to talk to you since the breakup. How have you been?

How have you been since the funeral?

How are you adjusting to the new place?

While it's still courteous to be wary of monologuing and time constraints, there's little danger of oversharing or getting too heavy here because the other person is using word choices that clearly convey they're prepared to hear about the Bad Thing and/or they already understand that things aren't great.

ok seriously though, how am i supposed to know if someone's genuinely asking how i'm doing or if they're just asking to be polite??

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Bringer of Chaos

With the reveal of you as the UA traitor, 1-A and the Pro Heroes now have to face the war coming to them. By the Bringer of Chaos.

Words- 6.6K

UA!Traitor x MHA, Tomura Shigaraki x Reader (Sibling Relationship)

Warnings: MAJOR Character death, violence, death, Stockholm syndrome, angst, and lots of sadness

A/N: For the readers quirk it’s chaos magic just like Scarlet Witch as well as hero costume. This isn’t a crossover making the reader Scarlet Witch, just that that quirk works for the story and I couldn’t think of any other villain costume. Anyways hope you all enjoy.

Was it fear that she felt.

All their eyes on her.

Heroes think they were in the right but how many people died by their hands. Why say you're a hero if you can’t save them all right?

You had always had a dangerous quirk when you were younger, both your parents were quirkless but when they had you, you had one. Chaos Magic is what they called it the ability to tap into and utilizes the chaotic forces of the universe, capable of warping, manipulating and/or reconstructing reality and probability as well as the very fabric of existence. They had no clue where it came from and from which side of the family passed it down. Two quirkless parents raising a child with a strong quirk, they had no clue what to do.

You were pulled out of school after your quirk had manifested and you made a stuffed animal bear come to life, scaring the class and teacher and forcing you to transform it back to a regular toy. With such a strong quirk your parents were afraid that you could hurt someone when your quirk grew stronger and you were homeschooled for the safety of you but mostly the safety of others.

Society deemed people without quirks useless and not successful, if you had one you better hope it was powerful and flashy or you wouldn’t be going anywhere with your life. When you were younger you looked up to heroes, they saved the day and kept everyone safe from the bad guys. You remembered sitting on the couch with your parents watching the news and seeing the heroes save the day and you would stand up and turn to your parents saying you would become a hero and save everyone. They would smile and tell you if you worked hard enough you would be the next number one hero. With your childhood you were happy everyone was safe, until they weren’t.

The police and heroes said there was nothing they could have done to save them, it was a break-in. They had shown up and slaughtered your parents leaving you there sitting in between their bleeding bodies alone. That was when you knew heroes couldn’t save everyone, the society they live among is corrupt. Heroes looking after popularity votes and looks instead of actually saving lives. Ironically there were others they had similar ideals as you did. You were passed around from foster home to foster home but, no one wanted to deal with a child whose quirk was too dangerous; they didn’t want a villain-like kid.

You were six when you ran away after another foster family sent you back after you had made the dog they had got as a welcoming gift disappear never to return. You kept running until your legs wouldn’t let you move anymore and that’s when he found you.

A portal had opened in the alleyway you had collapsed in and out came a man followed by a boy. The man wore a some sort of ventilator mask that covered the entire of his face and neck, next to him was a boy who had a disembodied hand covering his face. The man never told you his name just holding his hand telling you that you would be able to get revenge on the heroes. You grew to see him as your new father and the boy who told you his name was Tomura as a brother. He was a few years older than you but the time you spent together was when you were meeting father or him watching you train your quirk. Another person in your life when you joined what was now the League of Villains was Kurogiri, father was rarely around so he watched after you and Tomura, he taught you everything you would need to know.

When you joined UA you main goal was to bring down the hero society following after Tomura’s lead, him always reminding you that you would get your revenge. You played your part well not holding back when in fights against villains during the USJ, Kamino Ward, everything fell into place. With talk about the UA traitor within the teachers no one suspected the girl who seemed to have little hold on her quirk, but how wrong they were. All this led to now your former friends looking at you in fear and horror, when it was revealed you were the traitor.

You were completely surrounded by her former teachers standing around you ready to take you down and you kept your gaze on your class.

“Y/n don’t make this harder than it is, please just surrender.” Mr. Aizawa held his scarf in both hands ready to attack if you made any sudden moves.

“And if I don’t? Can you really stop me?” You glance at your teacher and he faltered slightly in his stance.

“You’re completely surrounded by pro heroes, so we can take you down.” Present Mic said making you smirk they have only seen what you showed at progression with your quirk. UA only knows the most you could do is change the integrity of a few objects, nothing on a large scale. They barely gave you time to react with Mr. Aizawa sends his capture weapon towards you to wrap it around you, activating his quirk making his hair rise up and float. The weapon goes straight to you half of it landing on the ground behind you.

You look at him with a bored expression, finding humor in him and the others' shocked expression. “Did you think it would be that easy?” You knelt grabbing the end of his capture weapon and he tries to use it but it doesn’t affect you. “What would a simple cloth feel like if it weighed more than that.” A red haze covers the cloth leading up to his neck and slams into the ground, the weight of the scarf alone slowly starts to suffocate him. Present Mic and Midnight rush to him trying to pry the scarf off him.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Class 1-A yells seeing their teacher struggle. Dropping the scarf from your end you look around at your teachers who know they can’t stop you and your classmates.

“Don’t think this is over,” You hear an explosion and someone running towards you, “You bastard get back here!” Bakugo yells, holding his hand out sending a huge explosion. The smoke clears and there is Bakugo panting out of breath looking around for you, but you’re nowhere to be found. The red haze surrounding Aizawa’s scarf disappears, sending him shooting upwards, throwing it off him as he coughs and wheezes. The 1-A and the Pros look to where you once stood, if that was just some of your power, they had no clue what was in store for them if you came back.

In an abandoned warehouse the league hears footsteps heading towards the room they were in. Each of them ready to fight and kill the intruder, the footsteps getting louder until it was right in front of the room.

“That’s funny thinking your quirks could stop me.” A familiar voice calls out through the door as they open it. You stand in front of them and they relax welcoming you in. Standing away from them was Tomura Shigaraki, he was scratching his neck frantically but stopped when he heard your voice. You walked closer to the man you saw as a mentor, as a brother. You stood next to him as he looked out the warehouse window showing the vast city that was part of Japan.

“Tomura...it’s time.”

With your reveal as the UA traitor the school was put on lockdown immediately once you left in fear you would return but not alone. Your face was plaster across the news worldwide ranking you as national alert. News articles found everything about you with your parent’s death, your disappearance from the orphanage to your life at UA. They speculated that you could be in correlation to the league which made you more of a threat, if you had connections to All for One or Tomura Shigaraki.

“Funny how one moment you were just a UA student, now you’re public enemy number one.” Spinner smirks, tossing you the latest newspaper that talked about you. You smirked as you made the newspaper disappear before it could hit you and reappear behind Spinner hitting him in the back of the head.

“They say the same crap as always, not my fault heroes don’t know how to do their jobs.” You go back to laying on the couch closing your eyes, blocking out the noise of the villains around you. You hear the door open and footsteps bounding towards you jumping on the couch crushing you under their weight. 

“Y/nnnnnn I missed you so much when you were gone. It’s boring being the only girl here with Mange gone and you always at UA.” Toga wraps her arms around you squeezing the living life out of you.

“Toga if you don’t let me go, I swear I will turn you into a bug.” You open one eye glaring at her and she sighs getting off you mumbling under her breath.

“How much longer do we have to keep waiting we’ve been in this stupid warehouse for the past week.” Dabi said, kicking a can away from where he was standing.

“Yeah I wanna fight, no let’s relax.” Twice responses, god they were annoying as hell.

You huff sitting up look at them, “When Tomura says he’s ready we’ll go until then shut up and let me rest.”

“And why should we listen to what you have to say, you’re younger than any of us.” Dabi gets up in your face and you clench your jaw waiting for him to do something.

“You should watch what you say next, we know who could win in this fight.” You stand both of you up in each other's face.

“Yeah what are you gonna do about it, huh” He smirks and he goes to speak again but his breath hitches as he grabs his throat.

“What’s the problem Dabi? Have something to say?” He falls to his knees as he tries to breath but is unable to. “You feel that right your lungs are failing on you, do you know how easy it is to kill you right now.” You squat in front of him grabbing his face, your hand covered in a red haze when you use your quirk. 

“You made your point Y/n stop it.” Toga grabs your shoulder.

“No, he seems like he has something to say right, Dabi.” Tears fill his eyes as he is practically blue in the face.

“That’s enough Y/n.” Tomura calls out and you stop using your quirk as him and Mr. Compress enter the room. Dabi sucks in air coughing profusely Twice, Toga, and Spinner goes to his aid as he regulates his breath lightheaded from the rush of new oxygen. “You all act like children.” Tomura says walking past you all going to the window looking out to the city.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes sitting back on the couch. “The Nomus are ready, my army is ready.” He turns to look at you all. “You all know what you have to do, so get to it.” He says and they all leave, Dabi walking past you glaring at you with you glaring back. Leaving only the two of you left in the room, you stand next to him as you both look at the calm city that will be thrown into chaos. 

“Father would be proud of you Tomura.” You place your hand on his shoulder and he nods.

“You know what to do, you are the biggest piece in the puzzle. You know UA in and out, give them hell.” You nod looking at the man you see as family, the calm before the storm.

“I’ll see you on the other side Tomura.”

The van you were in stopped a few blocks away and you climbed out of it looking back at the villains sitting in it. “Don’t fuck it up Y/n.” Dabi says and you smirk. “You just do your job.” The clothes you were wearing transform into your old school uniform. The league drives away leaving you to walk the rest to UA, they would have no clue what hit them.

With your disappearance UA had been hesitant but continued school as normal, with the dorms they had up campus security and included a strict curfew for the safety of the students. Many students were surprised when they heard  that you were the traitor while others found it ironic that someone from 1-A the hero course was actually a villain. 1-A atmosphere had definitely change since the reveal, some were easier at coming to peace that who they thought was their friend was actually a traitor while others still couldn’t believe it. The class seemed dull with you gone. You had put on a convincing performance, actually forming friendships with your classmates some seeing you as family which broke them even more. Midoriya lost some sort of sparkle since you had left, he saw you as one of his closest friends and felt like this seemed like his fault why didn’t he see the signs. Your curiosity for everyone’s quirk specifically his, you seemed to have a love for heroes and he had shown you his notebook with list upon list of everyone with their quirks and their strength and weakness. He let her get exactly what she needed that would affect heroes and the students because he saw her as a friend.

Mr. Aizawa went on about the lesson but Izuku drowned out most of his talking his gaze to the window showing the walkway to the front of the school. Every few minutes he could see cars driving past the entrance, but what caught his eye was someone walking down the path that led to the building. From this distance he couldn’t make out a face but they were a student from the uniform, but why were they there? It was already the middle of the school day and they should be in class. As if his questions were answered an alarm went off shocking the students

“Intruder alert! Please evacuate the building. Intruder alert!” The intercoms repeat as the alarm continues.

Everyone is grabbing their bags, “It’s probably just the press like last time.” Kirishima says as they get ready to leave, but Midoriya is still locked onto the figure walking to the building, they had no school bag and didn’t seem like they were in a hurry as they got closer. Whoever was walking looked up towards the building and Midoriya felt ice enter his veins seeing their face.

“Hey Deku come on we have to go.” Uraraka grabs his arm to pull him away from the window but he is frozen in shock and fear. His classmates look at him confused at his unnaturally pale face.

“Deku you idiot we have to leave.” Bakugo yells at him standing at the door where Mr. Aizawa was waiting impatiently as they needed to evacuate as a group.

“She’s here.” Midoriya said, and the class had a pretty good idea who “she” was. 

“None of you leave this classroom, you got it.” Mr. Aizawa pushed them back in, closing the door, locking it and rushing to go to the other teachers leaving 1-A locked in the class unable to do anything but watch out the window.

“This is crazy, why is she back?” Kaminari said as they all tried to look out the window to see you.

“Whatever reason the Pros will stop her.” Ida said having faith in the heroes. 

“You saw what she did last time she was here she almost killed Mr. Aizawa!” Mineta cried out.

“If it’s a fight that’s coming I’m not gonna sit around and wait for her to get here. Where’s the button to open our lockers” Bakugo yelled, going to Mr. Aizawa's desk looking for the button so they could get their hero costumes.

“That isn’t smart Kacchan we thought she wasn’t that advanced with her quirk but if she is that strong and involved with the league of villains we are ants compared to her.” Midoriya tried to reason with him.

“I think Bakugo is right,” Momo said which shocked most of the class, “We need to be logical with this, she’s back here for a reason, she wouldn't be coming back if she didn’t have a plan or someone specific she’s after. She is not our friend anymore right now she’s the enemy and if we want any chance of surviving this we can’t be on a lower level than her.” With Momo’s speech their thoughts were decided, they would have to prepare to fight if they wanted to come out of this alive.

You knew the Pros would be here any minute after you heard the alarm go off. You stood in front of the fountain waiting for them to arrive, you knew that this fight some people wouldn’t make it out but the heroes need to get the punishment they deserve. The loud screech from Present Mic when using his quirk could bring anyone down caused you to press your hands against your ears. You could endure this if it meant saving up energy for your quirk. You felt the capture weapon surround your body and the screaming stop and you collapsed to the ground.

“Ms. Y/n we weren’t expecting you to show up but it seems that we were still able to take you down.” You knew you couldn’t use your quirk unlike last time when that had been an illusion you just needed to wait.

“Funny Nezu you always think you're one step ahead.” You smirk looking up at the principal, “I know I’m always one step ahead.” You could smell the fire and there it was the blue flames growing from the forest.

“It’s the League of Villains!” Midnight gasped coming out of the forest were hordes of Nomus each with different quirks.

“You're sure you’re one step ahead?” You smirk and they knew you were just a decoy. The teachers outside had no choice but to deal with the Nomus heading towards the school and to where you were.

Leaving just Aizawa and Nezu to deal with you, “You are much smarter than I expected.” You shrugged and Aizawa tightened his weapon making you laugh

“I was told to give them hell.” With that you swept your foot out from under Nezu and Aizawa causing them both to jump back, with the split second it that Aizawa eyes closed you vanished from his binds. “Truly wonderful time seeing you again, but the fight has barely begun.” Aizawa doesn’t have time to fight you as he is attacked by a Nomu.

Nezu studies you and you stare back at him, “I don’t understand why you’ve done this but we will stop you.”

You grin “You heroes say that but we both know how this ends.” You disappeared from the battle leaving the teachers fighting the Nomus and the students inside defenseless against you.

“Where did she go?!” Sero said seeing you disappear from their view. With the doors locked they couldn’t leave so they stood in the classroom in their hero costumes waiting for the fight to come to them.

“We know that she’s with the league for all we know they could be in the building already and with the teachers outside we would open for an attack.” Midoriya said seeing you easily get captured only for you to be a decoy for the league to appear, it was genius.

“Midoriya, always thinking about the correct things, that was something I liked about you.” You said making the class turn from the window to where you were sitting on top of your desk in the back. “Great to see you all again.” You smiled and your classmates grimaced at you.

“You're a bitch you know that.” Bakugo hissed, making you frown.

“That hurts my feeling, Kacchan.” You hopped off your desk walking towards them, none of them moving  when you stood in front of your classmates.

“You guys are smart putting on your costumes, cause out there seems like the final battle, but this is the beginning of the war.” You said and conveniently when you finished rumbling when through the building and loud explosions went off. 

Out the window the view showed buildings away from UA erupting into flames explosions happening every few blocks. 1-A watched in horror that this is what she meant by war not just UA and the league, the entirety of villains and heroes battling it out; utter chaos. “With that we sadly won’t be needing you all. I say this as your former classmate and friend, stay the hell out of my way I don’t wanna hurt you.” The class doesn’t have time to fight back or anything when it feels like the ground is taking out from under them and they are warped away.

The teachers outside are struggling with Nomus keep showing up, suddenly they all freeze and walk away from the heroes heading to the building stopping in front of it as if they were guarding it. Aizawa wipes away the blood from his face “What the hell is this.” He sighs.

“Mr. Aizawa!” He hears his students yell out to him and sees them running towards him.

“What are you all doing here I told you to stay inside.” He scolds them

Ida steps up from the group, “It was Y/n she appeared in the class and then warped us all away, there were other students as well. I believe everyone in the building is now outside.” Aizawa looked back to the building that was guarded by Nomus.

“We don’t know why they would take the building but remove the students but we need to take headcount to see if everyone is actually outside. With what is happening in the city and here heroes are spread thin. This is exactly what they had planned but why go after UA and how is Y/n involved in all this.” The teachers didn’t deal with any problems with the league or Nomu they all just seemed to stop after the students were outside. Part of the forest that was destroyed by the flames was used as a base for heroes and students, everyone was outside not a single student was missing. Which put out the question of what they were after.

“Not a single student is missing, heroes from outside of Musutafu are coming in, but even then we don’t know how many villains or Nomus they might have.” Midnight told Nezu. Some of the teachers were together discussing their next plan while others were watching the students.

“We can assume that the League is in the building, we need to figure out a plan to fight them but also keep the students safe.” Aizawa said, looking over to where his class was.

“The only two people that have a decent amount of info on the league would be Aizawa and All Might.” Nezu said, “You had Y/n as a student though she never showed us the full potential of her quirk, you know her as a student. Whether her personality she showed to everyone was a lie, lies are built on truth. We need to remember she is still a child she could be manipulated to believe what she’s doing is right.” The teachers nodded, you were just a child that could be forced in the middle of this war, “Does anyone know where All Might we need some more information on the League.” The teachers looked at each other, no one had seen All Might at all. With him becoming quirkless because of Kamino he wasn’t outside when the heroes fought the Nomus. Then it hit the heroes, that’s what they were after.

“You think they figured out you are gone yet? All Might.” You asked, turning away from the window to where All Might sat tied up. “Think the new Symbol of Peace is going to be able to stop this.” You walked over to where he was and sat down in front of him.

“Y/n I don’t know why you’ve done this, but being with the League of Villains will not help you get what you want.” He tries to reason with you.

“What I want you can’t give, the next best thing is getting revenge on those who failed to save them.” You looked at the frail man sitting in front of you. “Do you know what it’s like losing everyone in your life? My parents died because you heroes failed to protect them. You call yourself a hero but you still fail to help those in need. I wanted to become a hero but my quirk was too dangerous for the public. I had no one when they died, no one wanted the girl whose quirk was literally chaos. They found me, took me in and raised me, they were the only ones who actually cared for me.” You said, tears forming in your eyes recalling your horrible childhood.

“They took you in because they saw your quirk. All for One only saw you as a pawn in his game, Shigaraki “raised” you so you would fight alongside him instead of against him.” All Might explained and you stood up, the chair behind you slamming against the floor.

“You’re wrong..they care for me.” You point your finger at him proving to him but he could see that you were doubting yourself.

“They’re using you Y/n what you are doing is leading you down a path that you can’t turn back from.” You turned away from him looking out the window seeing the Pros standing on the pathway, waiting for the fight to begin. 

You could see heroes all around Japan here ready to fight, you could also see UA students ready to fight including 1-A. “Those idiots.” You mumbled. “This is the end for heroes All Might, I will get my revenge.” You exit the room walking down the hallway to the main conference room where the League was waiting as well as villains from all over Japan.

Tomura looks at you and you nod telling him you're ready, “Our time for hiding in the shadows is over, the reign of heroes will end today.” The villains cheer rushing out going to fight the heroes. You don’t move as villains pass by you including members of the League leaving as well. You feel a hand on your shoulder making you look up, “Are you alright?” Tomura asks and you nod, the sick feeling still in your stomach from what All Might said to you.

“Tomura...I’m not a pawn in all this.” You knew that you were needed in getting your revenge that’s what father told you, but were you expendable if need be. 

“You are the one that is going to change the future, a bringer of chaos, Master will be proud of us both.” Tomura said and you felt the tension in you loosen a bit, “You be safe okay Tomura.” He doesn’t say anything just nodded and left you alone. What you were doing was right, the path you were following was dark but was the right one.

The showdown between villains and heroes as they stood on opposite sides neither moving yet. “We have visuals on Shigaraki and other members of the League, no visual of Y/l/n.” Aizawa heard through the comm links everyone was given, there were four squads made, squad 1 deals with underground villains, squad 2 deals with the Nomus surrounding the building, squad 3 will deal with the League and Y/n if she shows up on the field, and squad 4 will being helping in the rescue of All Might. Most of the top Pros were involved in squad 2 and 3 while lesser heroes dealt with the lesser villains and the All Might rescue.

“How long are they going to keep standing here, either fight or surrender.” Endeavor said looking at the villains standing there waiting.

“Everyone behind us!” The heroes turned and there was Y/n with villains behind her as well as a few Nomus.

“It’s an ambush!” Aizawa yells and the villains on both sides rush to attack the heroes in the middle. The thundering footsteps rush past you as they attack heroes in front of you, with your entrance on the field you disappear appearing back in the room where All Might was in.

From the window you could see Villains and heroes fought for their lives, many getting injured, some fatally wounded. “You see this All Might, heroes and villains together fighting for their lives, where’s the peace now. There is only chaos.” You glanced behind you looking at the former Pro before turning back to watch the fight.

“I’m sorry.” You hear All Might say, “I’m sorry we couldn’t save your parents, you don’t deserve to have all this hate and sadness in your life.”

You froze staring down watching your comrades and allies being hurt and your former friends and mentors dying due to your goals. “I wanted to help people. I wanted to be the kind of hero that saves everyone so no one is alone in their life. You can’t save me All Might you said so yourself I’m too far down this path to be saved.” You turn to him and he sees glimpses of the person you were in school, a curious girl with a strong quirk ready to help anyone in her class. You were just a child but you have had more problems than anyone has dealt with in a lifetime. 

“We can help you, just help us stop this, we can get you the life you always wanted.” All Might pulled against the restraints pleading to you.

“We both know how this fight ends, I’m never going to get that happy ending.” You turned around to look back at the fight when you saw the door entering the room was slightly open. “Smart All Might, distract me with some sappy excuse so the heroes could get in and save you. Who’s here, someone who could be invisible, Hagakure or Asui I know you were working on camouflage with your quirk.” You call out a red haze surrounding your hands ready to fight the intruder. You have no time to react when the window you were standing in front of shatters due to an explosion, another being sent to you sending you flying across the room. You hit the wall, denting it slightly, looking up to see Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki, as well some heroes and other students from other classes. “You’re all so good, coming to save him it’s pathetic.” You spit out blood that pooled in your mouth.

“Fight then, though a school uniform wouldn’t be the best suited for this.” Bakugo smirks looking at the uniform you were still in. You smirk getting up groaning slightly from how hard you hit the wall.

“Let’s change into something more suitable.” You slowly walk to them your outfit changing as a red haze starts from your feet changing your clothes. You now wore a red chestplate with angular faulds extending into an ankle-length skirt, elbow-length red fingerless gloves, black trousers and thigh-high boots, and an intricate red crown.

“You had to ask.” Todoroki looks over to Bakugo. Bakugo rushes towards you sending an explosion at your face but it fazes right through you.

“Gonna have to try harder then that.” You laugh now on the other side of the room holding All Might in your grasp blasting the people by him away. A blast of ice is sent to you but you dodge out of the way, with the ice distracting you. Midoriya punches you in the gut sending you flying out of the building down to where the fight was. Bakugo jumps out of the building grabbing onto you using his other hand to send an explosion sending you both shooting straight into the ground making a small crater.

Bakugo hears a groan and smirks, “Not that quick are you..” The dust clears out and Bakugo is shocked to see Midoriya underneath him instead of you. “How the hell did she.” He gets up pulling up Midoriya who holds his ribs in pain. “Where the hell did she go.” He looks around at the fighting around him not given much time to think as villains attack him.

You smirk running through the fight trying to find Tomura even if they were able to rescue All Might the heroes had just as many casualties then you did. You see Tomura disintegrate someone's arm pushing them away, but you could see he was getting overwhelmed with many Pros after him. You rush towards him but a wall of orange flames blocks you from reaching him. You turn to see who sent the flames and there was the number one hero Endeavor.

“You killed innocent people.” He says making his way towards you.

“I’m reshaping the future” You get ready to fight and Endeavor sends a blast of fire towards you and you could feel the heat from the blast. Before it could hit you blue flames appear blocking the attack.

“Go we both have our jobs.” You see Dabi standing in front of you, the flames growing in both men’s hands, both him and Endeavor ready to fight. You nodded running off to Tomura, Dabi can handle himself, like he said we each had our own jobs. You see Snipe aiming his gun towards Tomura and you stand in front of him. The bullets float in midair and you send them flying back in different directions. Some hitting heroes, others hitting villains you couldn’t care as long as Tomura was safe.

“They got All Might, what now.” You stand back to back with him using your quirk to break heroes bones, sending people flying across the field.

“Get the league here we leave now.” He answers, pressing his hand on a hero's face instantly disintegrating them. You spread your hands out closing your eyes, getting a picture of each member on the field and warping them to your location. 

“That was a weird feeling.” Toga giggles, throwing a knife into someone’s leg. 

“Time to go now.” Tomura says.

You hold your hands out and a portal opens up in front of you. Villains that are close to the portal rush to it as they don’t want to be left behind, and the heroes see this and rush to stop you all.

“You guys go, I can handle them.” You sent a wave of energy towards the heroes nearby, sending them back. “See I got thi-”

You heard it before you felt it. In all the noise and chaos happening around you it’s funny how this small noise from far away you heard. Maybe your quirk knew what was going to happen and in some sick way warned you knowing you wouldn’t be fast enough to stop it. Two sharp pains went through your body and you jolted a bit when they hit you. Why did it suddenly feel like everything was in slow motion, why was it hard to breath, god why is everything so quiet.

You look over at the League and you see Toga screaming but being held back by Mr. Compress, Spinner was standing there shocked looking at you, and Twice and Dabi were holding Tomura back as he struggled in their grasp screaming your name. All this was happening but it was quiet. You look down at your costume and you see two bullet holes blood staining it, one in your chest where your heart is the other in your stomach. Time sped up and the noise returned as you fell to your knees coughing out blood.

“Y/N! NO LET ME GO!” You hear Tomura scream, you hold out your hand.

“Go!” You wheeze, grabbing your chest as you cough up more blood. You look at each of them taking in an image of them as Mr. Compress pulls Toga through the portal, Spinner following after him, you see Tomura still struggling trying to get to you. You make eye contact with Dabi and just nod and he gives you a solemn one back using all his and Twice’s strength to pull Tomura through. You look at Tomura and smile, you would see each other some day.

“Tomura you look after me just like a big brother does! That’s what Kurogiri told me when I asked him.” A younger version of you smiles up to Tomura and he looks at you kneeling down to your height.

“I’ll always be with you and protect you.” He placed his hand on your head making sure to keep one finger up. You smile and giggle hugging him tightly burying your face in your chest.

“Thanks Tomura.”

With the last amount of strength left in you, you wave your hand closing the portal once Tomura has completely disappeared. You feel your weight shift unable to keep yourself up on your knees and fall to the ground. You saw green lightning and they caught you before you hit the ground. You see Midoriya’s face above you yelling out to someone but you're focused on the sky and how you could see the colors change as it almost reaches sunset.

“Hey come on stay awake help is on the way just stay awake.” You see his tear filled eyes stare down at you.

“Why..I’m a bad guy.” You wheeze and he laughs, tears filling his eyes.

“No one is ever truly bad.” You smile looking back towards the sky, “Hey come on don’t give up on me.”

You hear footsteps run up and it’s Aizawa and All Might. “Come on Midoriya.” Aizawa goes to pull him away but you grab Izuku’s arm.

“Please don’t leave me.” You whimper, tears filling your eyes. Izuku nods with tears in his eyes falling. “You heroes...always see the good.. in others...it’s nice.” You smile looking up at the sky and a tear slides down your face, and you wince feeling the sharpness in your chest. “I don’t wanna die.” You cry and that breaks the heroes standing in front of you.

“Your not going to help is going to be here any minute.” Aizawa reassures you and nods.

“The sky it’s pretty…tell them I’m sorry.” You cough your breathing getting more shallow and faint and you could swear you saw two figures standing above you. “momma... papa.”

She felt fear at first but it was inner peace as you saw a bright light.

Midoriya looks down ready to comfort you to tell you that help is coming, but stops when he sees you. Your gaze is on the sky, your eyes blank, a small smile on your face finally at peace.

Izuku lets out an anguish cry when he sees your chest not rising anymore. He cries for many reasons, the pain you went through to make you a villain, the hate you must have felt fighting your former friends, and him and all the heroes failing you.

The battlefield was silent as they looked at the young boy holding her body, many heroes felt guilt ebb at them for letting a misguided child die due to this life. Students from UA are lost at words from the loss of a former friend and student, they never expected this to come this far. Students from 1-A cry, seeing their classmate hold the body of their former classmate. Teachers and heroes that knew her look away not wanting to see her body in fear they would fall apart or cry in front of others.

This day would be remembered for years to come as the day the heroes failed at saving one girl that needed the most saving.

[exilethegame]

Okay okay imagine this, ROs had memory loss and only remembered MC with the first time RO met them (like that movie 50 First Dates) and commander told them they were actually dating, how would they react?

(Please Nikke would be do confused 😭)

I am a fool so I have not seen that movie 😔 Some of these are purposefully vague/a bit inaccurate just because you don’t technically know when or how some of them first met...

Vethna: Blinks a few times and just looks so lost that it’s almost sad. “Wh-- we...we’re...as in..like... we’re dating?” Would, in a very embarrassed manner, look The Commander up and down and go red. Would be one of the most calm and probably just ask The Commander to explain everything from the beginning, and from there see if there’s a way to get their memory back via. magic. They’d definitely be the quickest to fall for The Commander again if, for some reason, their memory didn’t come back.

Nikke: Immediately tries to stab MC on sight. It would take a good few minutes of beating the crap out of each other to tie him up or get him to listen long enough to realize that, as stupid as it sounds, MC’s explanation makes the most sense for the current situation. He’d be even less accepting of his emotions than the first time around. It wouldn’t be ideal, honestly, and it might reach the point that unless he gets his memories back he’ll never forgive MC like his past self did.

Amilia: She’d just laugh it off because, hey, this just has to be some big prank, right? And obviously this random person is lying about being The Commander of Plaithus. She'd let MC try to explain themselves and what happened but it’d be very clear she doesn’t believe a single word of it and would try to leave to go back to her old life as soon as possible. It would take a lot to actually get her to begin to believe MC. She’d be incredibly hesitant about the entire thing.

Sabir: Is also one of the most calm. He’d just ask for a drink or something before sitting with MC and listening to what happened. He would be very stunned by the events that have happened (and have yet to happen in the story) that led to them coming together, but he also wouldn’t have any reason to doubt MC. He’d also try to focus on a way to get his memories back, but he’d be 100% trusting of The Commander. He’d be pretty shameless in flirting, too, to see if that spark actually was there.

Syfyn: This woman has known MC since they were literally eight. She’d completely believe MC, but she’d be in utter distress from quite literally forgetting most of her life to the point she’d be in a very poor mental state that, unless she gets her memories back, she’ll likely not recover from. Quite frankly, MC and Syfyn have played such huge roles in each other’s lives that it’s impossible to remove one from the other without literally removing half of their life.

???: Stares at MC and, very slowly goes: “Oh fuck.”

[cozycottagetarot]

Pick A Pile: Your Next 6 Months

July - December 2021

Disclaimer: All readings and tarot/blog games are for fun and entertainment purposes only. It is in no way meant to act as or replace professional advice of any kind. You know yourself and what’s going on in your life best so I asks that you trust yourself above all else. Finally please take only what resonates from the reading which may be some of it, all of it, or none at all.

Reading Specific Disclaimer: Keep in mind this is just for fun and ultimately your actions and things you can’t control are the factors that will truly determine how the next 6 months pan out for you.

PILE 1

Theme // The Lovers Rx — Hello Pile 1! The theme for your next 6 months are all about finding your passion and building a relationship with yourself. Are you going through a rough patch right now Pile 1? Because I’m seeing you getting out of it or having a major shift by the end of the year.

July // Knight of Cups — With the knight of cups, I see you need to get your mood and mindset in check during the month of July. The energy you are in right now could be sooo much better my love. I feel like you’re holding back, there’s this brooding energy I’m picking up on. Focus on expressing yourself in some format (creatively, journaling, when talking to others) because if you do so I see you can allow yourself to begin this journey of transformation.

August // Seven of Pentacles — I’m picking up this energy you may potentially have of “when will things start to get better?” The answer— when you start putting in the work. That’s what August is about. Take some time during this month to really check your strategy at whatever it is you’re brooding about and come up with a game plan.

September // Ten of Swords Rx — So far if you’ve taken the tarot’s advice, then in September you’ll find yourself finding your momentum and strength again as the Ten of Swords Rx can signal getting off of rock bottom in a sense.

October // Ace of Pentacles — To me aces represent new beginnings. During the month of October something you’ve been manifesting (remember August?) is going to start coming thru. I’m also picking up on your financial situation improving or new financial opportunity coming through.

November // Ace of Swords — Your are going to be able to think and see things much clearer during November Pile 1. I don’t see a major ‘aha’ moment, but I do sense a subtle "oh my gosh look how well I’ve been doing" type of energy. 6 may also be a number of importance for you here too.

December // Death — Finally we’ve made it to December and I feel so much good vibes. The previous months may have been… challenging and have pushed you to grow, but when I look at the cards I see something beautiful, and I see progression. You started out, Pile 1, with the knight of cups riding forward with his/their white horse, cup in hand (an intention of sorts) and end with Death on their white horse but now a skeleton holding a flag of what we’ll call victory. I know, it sounds morbid, but the point I’m trying to make is that Death represents transitions and endings, and that is what December had in stored for you.

Oracle Card — Chant//Invoke

Yogi Tea Messages — “In every moment of life, you should be what you ought to be.” | “If we are happy, everybody looks up and shares our happiness.”

PILE 2

Theme // The Fool — Pile 2, I’m not sure the cards wanted you to know what’s in store for you over the course of the next three months. Therefore your reading is kind of short so if you have specific questions just send it in an asks. The general energy is very guarded. The fool here represents, beginnings and potential.

July // Ace of Cups — Ace of Cups is mainly about love and peace. I felt inclined to draw another card and out popped the Ten of Swords. Maybe you’ve had a not-so great experience happen recently, and July is about healing from it and trying to find a place of love and peace within yourself.

August // The Hermit — On this idea or energy, I see The Hermit as hinting that during the month of August you may find yourself doing a lot of self reflection Pile 2. I wanted to know what you were potentially doing self reflection on and out came the Six of Wands which, summarised, is about success and recognition. Self reflection on your progress maybe?

September // Death Rx — During the month of September beware of being resistant. Alternately, things maybe moving slowly and in wanting things to move faster, you maybe creating resistance to your blessings coming thru. Ultimately going with the flow.

October // Eight of Wands — I moved the eight of wands and under it was The Star which I hadn’t realised and was pleasantly surprised. With these two cards, I’m hearing if you heed death’s advice of being aware of your resistance to whatever is going on, you’ll see a sudden improvement in your situation. In October things are picking up and the things you’ve been wishing for will come to you.

November // The Chariot — One of the first things to come to me with this card was ‘faith, trust and pixie dust’. I have no idea why but maybe you do Pile 2. I see you having lots of motivation with The Chariot, finding balance, and success with a problem or situation you maybe having.

December // Four of pentacles Stability will be yours by the end of the year pile 2. However there’s an energy I’m not feeling. I pulled a card to clarify and got the Knight of Swords. Things are coming through for you in December but there is also a message to be aware that the chariot energy you’re carrying from November to December doesn’t morph into an energy stemming from greed and superiority.

Oracle Cards  — Mystery//Dream & Align//Ignite

Yogi Tea Messages — “Think seriously and think honestly.” | “We are born wise, we are born complete.”

PILE 3

Theme // 10 of Swords — Have no fear pile 3,   I’m reading this card as the next 6 months marking completion to a rough  phase in your life.

July // 6 of Wands — Success and   victory you’ve been growing and working on yourself or a creative endeavor. During July you may find yourself acknowledging your progress,  or other’s may comment on how well you’re doing.

August // 8 of Swords Rx — If you have been feeling powerless or trapped Pile 3, that is going to change. You may be opening your eyes to a situation or a truth maybe revealed.

September // King of Swords — I’m seeing you stepping up and being in-charge... being more levelheaded. With the butterflied on the throne, I’m thinking maybe you were more erratic in thought or and emotion? Or maybe during September butterflied will be of importance. Honesty and good communication is also key.

October // 6 of Cups — During October you maybe taking a trip down memory lane, or indulging in old/childhood enjoyments. Someone from your past may also be showing back up in your life.

November // 10 of Pentacles — I see you coming into abundance. It could be material abundance but it doesn’t have to be. There’s also a message of keep doing what you’re doing.

December // 9 of Cups — To end the year off you maybe feeling more content and satisfied with the things you’ve been doing. Keep up the mindset you’ve seemingly come into and enjoy the good things life has to offer.

Oracle Card —  Love//Empathy

Yogi Tea Messages — “People who love are giving.” | “Let your energy be used to build not destroy.”

PILE 4

Theme // 6 of Swords Rx — Pile 4, my chaotic little bunch. With the 6 of Swords reversed I feel you maybe regressing if you’re not careful.

July // 5 of Wands Rx — Here this card represents the end of conflict and moving on. I don’t know if it’s working out for you... I feel like you might just be like ‘screw it’ and move on. Throughout the reading I kept feeling like it was related to familial disagreements so for some of you that could be it.

August // The Fool —  The fool is about fresh starts, potential and being carefree. While I do see that, in this reading the dog by the fool’s foot jumps out at me as a warning of sorts. While new beginnings may be in the works, be careful of making rash decisions and not thinking things through.

September // Justice — I see things as balanced for you during September Pile 4, maintain that energy of balance going forward.

October // Queen of Wands — For me this is one of my favourite cards because I see it as being in your ideal energy, being your own muse. It’s time to come into that healthy, attractive, confident, creative energy.

November // Queen of Cups Rx — Why would you be wallowing Pile 4? You were doing so well and now the cards show me you finding yourself in an upset and moody energy. This is where familial disagreements really came to me since depending where you live the holiday season really kicks off in November and potentially so does family tension. Regardless of what it is, during November you may need to show yourself some extra love and prioritize self care.

December // 5 of Swords — You’re fiery Pile 4, and I don’t see you as they type to take crap from anyone. You know your situation best and the people around you best so there are two main messages with this card. The first message being one of ‘the world doesn’t revolve around you’. While you need to put yourself first, you also need to understand your actions and decisions affects those around you. Alternately — you need to claim control your rights, your power... whatever you want to see it as. If someone is taking advantage of you, you need to break free and be able to choose yourself.

Oracle Card —  Spiral//Cycle

Yogi Tea Messages — “Life is a flow of love; your participation is requested.” | “An attitude of gratitude brings opportunities.”

[heavymetalchemist]

From this @mingcheng-prompts prompt.

“Wei-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said earnestly, leaning forward with his closed fan clutched tightly in his hands. “Our brothers… are together.”

Wei Wuxian blinked back at him, then poured himself another cup of wine. “Yeah, Jiang Cheng told me they were going to the hockey game tonight. That’s why he’s not here with us. But we don’t need him, Nie-xiong! Let me tell you what my Lan Zhan did the other day, he actually spent five hours on the broth for—“

“Wei Wuxian!” The closed fan hit the table. “I don’t mean they’re together right now, I mean they’re together romantically! Our brothers are dating!”

Wei Wuxian burst into bright, cheerful laughter. “Those two? No way! They’ve never so much as held hands! Besides they’re both so, y’know, grr,” Wei Wuxian made a frowny face. “They’re too alike, it would never work. And don’t you remember? I’ve told you about Jiang Cheng’s little list. Nie Mingjue? Gentle and obedient? Please!”

Huffing in irritation, Nie Huaisang tried again. “You know as well as I do that a list someone makes when they’re thirteen is bullshit. I live with my brother, you think I don’t know?”

“Ah, Nie-xiong, you always say you don’t know anything! Here, have some more wine and pass me those peanuts.”

“I’ll prove it,” Nie Huaisang said, but he passed the peanuts over and let it drop.

He’d just have to get evidence.

— —

The plan was simple. Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue spent plenty of time together. All Nie Huaisang had to do was get someone — Wei Wuxian ideally, but Lan Wangji or Jin Zixuan would do in a pinch — to witness them holding hands or something. Even Lan Xichen or Jin Guangyao, after all, they were friends of his Da-ge, right? Although they were still in that very early stage of the relationship where they only thought about dating each other.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were disgustingly wrapped up in each other all of the time, but their relationship had at least progressed to remembering other people existed.

It was with a heavy heart that Nie Huaisang put his plan into action. Sacrifices had to be made. But he knew his brother.

“Huaisang!” Nie Mingjue yelled from the kitchen.

“Yes, Da-ge?” he replied innocently, not moving from his slump on the couch.

Nie Mingjue clomped into the living room. “Do you know why the coffee maker isn’t working?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s not?” Nie Huaisang said, all wide-eyed surprise. “I just had tea this morning, Da-ge. I don’t know why it wouldn’t be working.” He gestured towards his teacup, artfully placed so it would be obvious there were no other beverages.

Nie Mingjue scowled. “Don’t you usually have coffee in the morning?”

“Usually isn’t always. I really didn’t know it was broken!”

“It was working fine yesterday.”

“Da-geeee,” Nie Huaisang whined. “Do you really think I wouldn’t complain right away if it wasn’t working? How is it even broken?”

Nie Mingjue narrowed his eyes. “I’m not sure. It’s plugged in and everything looks okay, but it’s not turning on.”

That’s because last night I took it apart and cut the wires, Nie Huaisang thought. “If you don’t know, then how would I know?” he said.

Clenching his jaw in irritation, Nie Mingjue finally admitted defeat. “Okay, fine. But if it’s not working then I guess we have to get a new one. Let’s go this afternoon.”

“Oh, I’m busy today, Da-ge. Why don’t you go with Jiang Cheng? He has coffee here a lot too, after all,” Nie Huaisang said airily, deftly maneuvering Nie Mingjue into his trap.

“Hmph. Fine,” Nie Mingjue grunted, then stalked off. He was always extra-grumpy before he had his coffee.

Once his brother was out of sight, Nie Huaisang allowed himself a smug smile. Everything was going according to plan.

— —

Of course Nie Huaisang already knew which store that they would go to for a new coffee maker, because Jiang Cheng only bought kitchen items from a certain specialty kitchen store. So there was no need to worry about them deciding to go to a department store — once Nie Mingjue asked Jiang Cheng to help him buy the coffee maker, their fate was sealed.

And of course Nie Huaisang had already made plans to meet Wei Wuxian (and by extension, Lan Wangji) at the clothing store right next to the kitchen store for a fun afternoon of shopping.

How would he know when Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng arrived at the kitchen store? Simple! Nie Huaisang had already asked his Da-ge if they could pick him up a new set of wine cups, since they were going to the fancy store anyway. And since he obviously didn’t know what the store had in stock, Nie Mingjue could just text him some pictures! Nie Mingjue had grumbled, but agreed — after Nie Huaisang had assured him he’d pay him back.

Wei Wuxian was posing in a slinky red silk blouse with far too many buttons undone, looking coyly over his shoulder at a red-eared Lan Wangji, when Nie Huaisang’s phone finally chimed.

“Yes, yes, Wei-xiong, I think it looks great. And Lan Wangji agrees, don’t you?” Nie Huaisang said, trying to keep his tone even.

“Mn,” Lan Wangji said, moving forward to grab Wei Wuxian by the waist. “It looks great,” he said lowly, before burying his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck where the shoulder was exposed.

Wei Wuxian squealed in delight. “Oh my! Lan Zhan!”

Closing his eyes, Nie Huaisang took a breath, held it a second, then let it out. “Guys. Listen to me. Let’s buy the shirt, I just remembered that I have something I need to get next door.” There was another squeal of delight. Nie Huaisang keenly felt the pain of being in public with Wangxian and bravely throttled down his desire to just leave them there next to the changing rooms and quickly distance himself so that he wouldn’t also be banned from the clothing store. “Wei-xiong, come on, you promised you’d shop with me!” he tried desperately.

“Ahaha, oh, right, yes,” Wei Wuxian managed. “Come on Lan Zhan, we can go home and, you know…”

Lan Wangji finally lifted his head away from Wei Wuxian’s neck, eyes bright. “Mn. I will buy the shirt for you.”

It seemed to take forever for them to get Wei Wuxian back into his own clothes and make their purchases — of course Huaisang also had to buy his own beautiful hand-painted silk shirt, it would have been suspicious if he didn’t! — but by forcing Nie Mingjue to send him pictures of every possible option he managed to stall long enough to get them out of the store while Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng were still in the kitchen store.

“Okay, listen,” Nie Huaisang said, once they were outside. “My Da-ge and Jiang Cheng are in there.”

“What? Chengcheng is here?” Wei Wuxian said, delighted.

“Yes, they are shopping for a new coffee maker. Together. Because they’re dating!” Nie Huaisang said. “And I’ll prove it to you now! Be quiet when we go in and you’ll see!”

Both of them looked skeptical, but Wei Wuxian shrugged and nodded in agreement. Lan Wangji, of course, would have been quiet either way.

Nie Huaisang cautiously led them inside. They snuck around the shelves until they could found Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng.

“That’s all of them, he just has to pick one now,” Jiang Cheng said with a scowl.

Crap! Nie Huaisang thought, fumbling his phone out. He scrolled through the pictures and sent back a request for the ones he actually really liked, a set of porcelain cups painted with small birds.

Nie Mingjue looked down at his phone and huffed. “I knew it was going to be the birds. It’s always the birds. All right, let’s look at the coffee makers.”

Nie Huaisang frowned — he wasn’t that predictable! — but waved Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to follow them anyway.

However, no matter how closely they watched (and Nie Huaisang had to keep reminding Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to watch because they kept trying to grope each other) Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng never touched. They discussed the pros and cons of the coffee makers with no mention whatsoever of the time that Nie Huaisang came home after a night out and Jiang Cheng was somehow already in their apartment with suspiciously rumpled clothes, drinking coffee at the table with Nie Mingjue as if it were perfectly normal. No flirting about what Jiang Cheng would like best first thing in the morning. Just a boring conversation about how much the different models cost and their features.

Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue made their purchases and left. Wei Wuxian looked at Nie Huaisang with that mildly condescending look he got. “Ah, Nie-xiong. It looks like your Da-ge just wanted Jiang Cheng’s advice. I don’t think it’s that deep. After all, look at me and Lan Zhan! They’re nothing like that. And neither of them was all flustered and trying too hard like how that stupid peacock gets. I think you’re overthinking it. There was nothing between them at all!”

“But, Wei-xiong, they hang out all the time and Jiang Cheng comes over when I’m not there and—!”

“Nie-xiong, people can have friends! Besides, for some reason Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to hang out with me when Lan Zhan is there. It’s good that he’s branched out and gotten new friends!”

Nie Huaisang glared at him. “He doesn’t want to hang out with you two because you’re shameless. Lan Wangji’s hands are in your back pockets right now.”

Wei Wuxian just laughed.

— —

“Are they still watching?” Nie Mingjue asked once they were outside.

Jiang Cheng casually glanced over his shoulder. “Nope. Huaisang is hitting Wei Wuxian with his fan and Lan Wangji is glaring at him.”

“Good,” Nie Mingjue said, and led Jiang Cheng around the side of the building to a sheltered corner. Once out of sight, he cupped Jiang Cheng’s cheek in his hand and tilted his face up for a kiss.

[writingadvice365]

I have two massive writing projects due next week and I've procrastinated on both. The first, which is about mental illness, is because I'm intimidated by my own research. I scare the crap out of myself every time I look through that massive document and realise how much thought I really need to put into it. The second is just a short story about a car crash, but I've hit a complete standstill. Not because I don't know where I'm going with it, but because I just... can't do it. My writing is stilted and unnatural, doesn't flow, and it feels like I've written paragraphs when in reality I've barely written a sentence. This is mostly me rambling (sorry) but I've been staying up until 3 am every night for almost a week now and have gotten nothing done. At all. To be honest I don't even know what I'm looking for here, but any advice at all would be appreciated. I'm dying. Thanks (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

Ooof that is rough! There is nothing worse than being daunted by a intensive task that you need to complete but you just can't seem to start. Let's see if we can shake things up to get you writing!

Remember, you know more than you think you do! You have written plenty of papers before and you will do it again with this one! Without looking at all your research, write a bullet point list of all the important things you need to talk about. Take about 5 minutes to do this and preferably write it out by hand on an scrap piece of paper with a colored pen. Then elaborate on each point, adding whatever details are important.

Type up what you have written and continue elaborating as you do so, referencing your research as needed. Ideally, paragraphs will start forming as you continue to add information and the paper will start taking shape. Tackle it in small bits and if you find yourself stuck, work on a different section.

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For the short story, try freewriting about it for 15 minutes, either as yourself or from the perspective of one of the characters. A good way to start is to write "I KNOW..." or "I REMEMBER..." and then continue the thought with whatever comes to mind. Try to keep your pencil moving or fingers typing for the entire 15 minutes and don't correct anything you write. Just keep moving forward. The idea is to outrun the thoughts holding you back. If you trail off, refocus by writing "I KNOW..." or "I REMEMBER..." again and continue.

Another thing to try is to write the short story like it is a traditional fairy tale. Literally start with "Once upon a time, there was..." and continue on. I found this method frees me of the expectations I put on myself because in fairy tales things just happen and the reader accepts it because it's a fairy tale, and that means you don't have to stress out about making everything work absolutely flawlessly. Plus, in fairy tales, the focus is usually not on physical descriptions but on what happens, which keeps you from getting hung up on the small stuff.

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Also, please get your sleep!! While it might seem like taking away time from working, getting enough sleep will actually help you work better. Try to go to bed at 1 am instead of 3 am. Two hours more of sleep will do wonders for your ability to focus.

Make sure you are eating wholesome food and staying hydrated!!

Take short breaks when you are working!! Use a timer. Every 25-30 minutes, get up and stretch for 5-10 minutes, drink some water/tea, listen to a favorite song, give yourself a pat on the back and tell yourself 'well done', then set the timer again and continue working.

I really hope something here helps but please let me know if you need more ideas or help! Sending you lots of good vibes and positive thoughts!

You know more than you think you know and you write better than you think you do so you for sure can complete both of your assignments!! I believe in you! \^o^/