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awkwardlesbianwriter · 5 days

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Chapter 3

Nancy toss her small bag on the floor and just lay her body lazily on her bed her mind occupied by Robin's locker “Does Robin likes girls? or she just like scribbiling it, and admiring women just like being artist.” She place a pillow on her face, Nancy knows about queer people but she never have any close encounter with them. She read a lot of news paper articles, also watch news in her younger days but her dad turn off the TV, when it's about queer people. She pursue journalism because she hates injustice and discrimination. Other people likes to avoid social issues, as if they are not affected of it. Nancy wants to be vocal about human rights. It's hard to adjust in her time but one thing she only knew that in the future. People are welcoming and educated, thinking out of the box. People will learn about the history to avoid doing it again. She stares at the ceiling, thinking again while having an eye to eye with a lizard that stick on the wall, until her phone rings.

“Uh hello Nance, I know it's already midnight but I would like thank you for lending a helping hand earlier” Robin gulp. She knew that Nancy might as sleep now, and not wanting to disturb her sleepy dream state. “That's what's make us friends, supporting each other. I know that our grades are important for college admission, you are trying to maintain your grades by not wanting to miss it but also take care of yourself.” Nancy's said in sleepy voice her eyes become puffy while she's yawning.

It's already past 2 am. When everyone is sleeping, the two girls are still awake. talking about something their own school clubs.

“Oh, I guess you are sleepy now, did I disturb you? I'm not intended to do that Nancy, I know sleeping is important to you. we can talk tommorow Goodnight!”

No one actually received Goodnight at 3am basically it's day time.

In the next day, Robin listening to her walkman. They decided to continue the group work at Nancy's house because it's not too far away at school. Robin walking with her bike Nancy is in the other side of her, the two are too quite as if they don't want to talk. There's a steal glance going on while continuesly walking towards the paths. Robin can't take anymore, she break the silence.

“Let's watch movie after the group work” Robin suggest even though the plan is I'm not sleeping early “I don't have a time to watch, the group work will be take a too much time to finish.” Robin understand her reason, she go back staring at the street again.

Their conversation become awkward more and more. After a minutes she saw Nancy's house, a few meters away from them as they go inside Nancy's Mom greet them. “Oh hello..Robin good to see you here again” Mrs Wheeler said happily. Both of Robin and Nancy's parents are close to each other. “Yeah, Mrs Wheeler, it's group works stuff” Robin said in smiley face, Nancy just staring at the two. “Ohhhh enjoy here feel at home, as you used to sweetie...Nancy didn't tell to me that you are going today. Anyway, are you two doing well in school?”

“Yeah Mom, were kind of busy right now talk to you later” Nancy lead Robin to her bed room. “Alright, I'll call you two when dinner is ready” Mrs. Wheeler shouted before Nancy close the door.

To be continue...

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1-danid · 2 months

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No cause why am I replaying this idea in my head with all my ocs and cc.

Imagine working in the palace, your mother is the housekeeper and you're the head maid or princess' lady in waiting. You've been working triple time to prove your dedication to your mother and the queen to ensure you become housekeeper like your family always has. Now your best friend the princess' personal guard has noticed your tired gaze and distant look, she's worried about you and after days, with your continued lack of self-regard, she confronts you about it. Thing is the two of you have always wanted to be more than friends, but the law forbade that and that meant your mother would too and while the princess shipped the both of you, you valued your mother's approval way more. Anyway, she confronts you whilst you're at the palace study/library. Her patrol has just ended and she's been given the night off by the princess’ herself, however you were not privy to that infomation. So when you bumped into her chest with a book in hand (imaging she’s like 6’0ft or something [my 5’0 ass really be looking at a giant]) you were certainly confused.

"What are you doing here? Nevermind that I must go and attend to the princess I have been gone for an hour. You should be guarding her door, not lottering in the libary."

The stress in you voice was clear as you tried to walk past her to find the door only to huff in frustration when you found it locked. Wiping your hands across your dress as you calmed your quick temper turning to face her.

Voice steady you pestered her with a series of questions,

"Why did you lock the door? We need to attend to the princess. Look I love you but I can't lose my job because of you. Don't you have a partol to do or something? Do you even have the key? You're infurating sometimes you know that right."

The poor girl couldn't get a word in so to guide your silence she rasied the key, to your freedom above her 6'0ft of height.(Honsetly a meanie move) A smile on her face as she did so.

"I'm here to help you relax and more importantly rest. We're all worried about you, the princess ordered my to leave my partol and attend to you. She said that she was going to go to bed early so that you won't have to worry about her. And to answer your final question I do indeed have the key, if you want it you'll simply have to get it."

She finsihed with a smirk on her face as she wiggled the key way above your reach. Refusing to play her game you went back to the desk you were previously working at. Neither relaxing or resting as you previously hidden frown grew back on your face. At this your friend was upset, usually you'd be glad to be in the library, a smile never leaving your face. Sometimes you would even read the lastest ficitional piece to her, but instead you buried yourself in stress and responsiblity.

Now she wouldn't have this so your giant did the first thing that can to mind putting the key in her pouch she slowly and silently strode to you. Before you could react she grabs the book your reading and runs. This is where you lose it, instead of chasing her, you walked straight to the closed door. Searching your pockets for your library key, given to you by your mother with the Queen's approval.

You turnned and said 1 sentence with the powerful words,

"Goodbye *name*. I can't do this with you I need to focuss, I need to make her proud. I've moved on and grown up you should too. I'll see you tommorow goodnight."

With that you leave and the princess your dearst friend, who did not get an early night but watched the scene unfold from her fathers study, wondered if this was all her fault. And where things had all gone wrong for them to have lost you.

So please tell me why am I imaging myself as the princess for my ocs and the lady in waating for my ccs. Please explain why.

#‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ dani writes ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿#old concept

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kattwritesuwu · 3 years

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Can I request a Clingy!monsterTom x Depressed!Reader? Maybe with cutting and suicidal thoughts?

I sure can!!! I LOVE angst!!!!!

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Fandom: Eddsworld

Character: Tom

Reader: Depressed

Fic type: Comfort/angst

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: This WILL heavily mention suic/de, blood, and perhaps other triggering topics, read at your own risk!!

Notes: People, I'm not trying to make depression and similar illness romantic, this is simply for comfort.

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I hate everything.

Well, not everything, but the majority, y'know? Everything just...sucks. Life in general, it's all terrible.

People are terrible. Sure, I've found a few choice people that aren't the bane of my existence, but even they have their flaws.

Am I saying that I'm some heaven sent angel? Hell no I'm not. I'm just as terrible if not more! I hate everyone, including myself.

Am I lying? Yeah. Do I have a crush on someone? Yeah. Am I gonna do something about it? Nope.

Why should I? It's not like I'll be here longer anyways...

I'm planning to kill myself.

Am I scared? Kind of. But at this point I don't care. I'm always scared anyways. Always on my guard around people.

Most people don't know the fear and pain of constantly feeling...numb.

It's not like I never feel anything, it's just so rare. My most common emotion is pain. I just want to curl up in a ball and die. But all I can ever being myself to do is cry, and even that's a rare occurrence at this point.

I feel so alone.

Friends? Yeah I have a few.... they're all a bit odd in their own way. Can't complain though, they're like family to me.

My real family? Not many immediate ones, plus, I moved to England five years ago. They called me everyday for the first couple of months. Nowadays, I can barely get a text back... I get that they have their own lives in their respective country, but man, it just makes me so cold-feeling...

I guess where I was going with this, is that I'm scared. Not of my inevitable death, but everything else.

I'm scared of anything and everything now that I think about it. I don't exactly mean common fears they talk about in elementary school, I'm talking real world problems.

I'm scared of failure, not sure why. I've failed enough in my life....it shouldn't even faze me at this point.

Im especially scared of people.

My friends? Yeah them too. What if I make a fool of myself and they think I'm an idiot? What if I make the wrong move, and they hate me? They probably hate me enough as it is...

That why I won't confess to Tom. He'll hate me afterwards. There's just no point in ruining something for nothing in return.

These were the thoughts that ran through my head as my arms and legs were sliced up by a blade driven by my own hands. It's wasn't like it hurt. All it really did was sting, I'm just that used to being hurt, I suppose.

As I was wrapping up my little 'session' I heard a knock on my door,

"(Y/N)! You in there? It's dinner time! I made breakfast for dinner!" A British accent leaked through my door.

I didn't scramble around at the thought of him walking in, my door was locked after all. It's not like I'm that stupid.

" I'll be there in a few minutes, Edd." I spoke back in a raspy voice, not bothering to yell. Edd has good ears, he can somehow hear a whisper from across the house.

It takes me a minute or two to get up and walk into the bathroom that connects to my room. I stumble a bit with the loss of blood.

Once I get in there I take a quick shower, just barely long enough to stop the bleeding and make it appear as if you just took an actual shower.

Once I get out of the shower, I slip on my (favorite color) hoodie.

That was an easy part of hiding my self abuse. Everyone in the house wore a hoodie of their own designated color.

I also slipped on a longer article of clothing to go onto my legs. Couldn't let them see my thighs either.

Once I finished the rest of my cleaning up, I headed out of my little bathroom, and in front of my door. I took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked out.

I got about halfway down the stairs before a screech startled me, causing me to trip a bit,

" (Y/N) IS HERE! YAY!" The high pitch British scream could only belong to the narcissistic ginger known as Matt.

Once I got my balance back into my feet, I continued down the stairs and greeted Matt with a wave.

" Yeah she lives here, idiot. She's not going anywhere." A deeper voice had spoken, I turned around and Tom was there as expected. I smile shrunk a bit at his last comment.

" Sup (y/n)." You snapped out of your thoughts and responded with a casual 'yo.'

The three of us then heard a thick accent cursing in the kitchen, no doubt it was Tord,

" For jævla skyld! Just let me have the last piece!!"

Sure enough, when we walked into the kitchen, Edd and Tord were fighting over the last piece of bacon. I let out a sigh, and the two boys finally acknowledged our existence. That alone didn't stop their argument though.

I didn't even bother attempting to break up the fight, I never could anyways. Their little fuss always ends one of two ways. Edd steals the bacon from under Tord's nose, or vise versa.

I just grabbed a small portion of food, and sat down.

I knew I would be gone by the end of tonight...but I wanted to taste Edd's cooking one last time.

Something interesting happened, instead of one of the two boys getting the bacon, they halved it and sat down. Of all my four years living in this house with these people, they've never shared their bacon.

Strange.

Dinner wasn't as talkative as it usually was when we all ate at the table. Usually we'd all have a big group discussion about our day, or week. Tonight was quiet, giving me an opportunity,

" Hey, guys?" Each one of their heads turned to me, and Edd signalled me to continue,

" I just wanted to say, thank you." Their brows furrowed but I held out a hand to tell them to let me finish,

" You four have helped me with so much over the past few years. From when you let me live here when I couldn't find proper housing situations, to letting me borrow the car. I just wanted to formally tell you all how grateful I really am. You are truly the kindest people I've ever met." As I went on talking, I realized how bad of an idea this actually was.

I mean, will they get suspicious? I'm just showing gratitude right? It shouldn't sound like a cry for help or anything...

As I snapped out of thought for the fiftieth time today, I notice that all of the boys have some type of smile on their face, even Tom!

Edd was smiling like a proud mother,

Matt was smiling giddily,

Tord had a smug, 'cool guy' smile,

And Tom had the smallest smile that made my heart melt.

I awkwardly continued my fake smile, and sat down.

Conversation continued on as would on a normal night, with the topic being past pleasant memories.

I volunteered to wash the dishes, it was the least I could do. There was only one problem. For some ungodly reason, Tom had insisted on helping me.

I couldn't figure out why at first, untill it dawned on me that he probably needed something from me.

So as I scrubbed the forgetten food off of the ceramic plate, he rinsed and dried them. We did this in silence, aside from the running water. Tom's the first one to break the tension filled silence,

" So, how have you been?" It was such a simple question, I could have simply faked a toothy grin, and said that I was great. I could have thanked him for asking. I could have asked him back.

But I only did one of those things.

" I've been doing just as good as I always do." I reply with a small sad smile. I tear my eyes away from the dish water," How about you? You've been awfully quiet tonight."

He chuckles lowly," Just had a lot on my mind, trying to face some of my problems, that's all." I stop what I'm doing and look over at him,

" Do you want to talk about it? I think the others are asleep already."

Normally when Tom is having any type of problem, he comes to me for advice, or even just for someone to listen to him rant when he's drunk. I even gave him a spare key to my room if he ever needs me while I'm asleep. He's offered the same for me, but I told him that I have a counselor. I try not to lie to my housemates all the time, only when necessary.

He simply shakes his head in response," Nah, this is one I have to deal with on my own," I sigh,

" Alright then, but keep my offer in mind. Just try to remember to see me before I go to bed, I'm...going to bed early tonight. I have something to do tommorow." He nods in understanding.

After we finish the dishes, we say our goodnights,

" I'll see you in the morning, (y/n)." I give one last fake smile,

" Same to you, Tom. Sleep well." I see him nod and walk down the hall as I close my door and lock it for the final time.

I walk into my bathroom and look into the mirror. All I see is a monstrosity of a person glaring back at me.

The bags under my eyes had only gotten worse after the sleepless nights I spent writing my suicide note.

I decided to skip reading over it one last time, I want nothing that could alter my decision at hand here. If I read my dying love letter that's written to Tom, I might stop myself in some kind of silly hope that everything could be okay again. It was too late for all that now.

So, I grabbed my blade that had served me well over the years, and stepped into the bathtub. I didn't cry, I didn't shake in fear of what I was about to do. I sadly smiled instead. As I took my hoodie off, revealing a tank top that no one knew I owned. I set my hoodie softly onto the floor, and turned on the hot water.

I took a deep breath in, and sigh, grabbing my blade and getting to work on my first artery. It took me a couple tries to find it.

But once I did, it started the red tint in the once clear bath water. I took in a shaky breath, adjusting to the dizziness of loosing so much blood so quickly.

At this point I couldn't even hear the bathwater running, everything was muffled.

I reached to turn it off, and a hand was placed onto mine. It takes me a good second to register that there was someone next to the tub, yelling my name right next to my face.

I try my best to focus on who could have caught me. Yet it's so difficult to take in my surroundings at this point.

So as I stare at the person beside my bathtub with fading eyes. I feel pressure on my wound, and see something being wrapped around it.

I start panicking, trying to say no, to let me die.

But I just can't. I just watch as my life is saved against my will.

Suddenly I can see that I'm moving, I can't figure out how until I notice the arms carrying me bridal style to a soft surface. That's when I lost consciousness for the next hour.

I didn't exactly 'wake up' more like fazed into existence. It's like I just gradually became aware of what was around me.

I became aware of the sobs coming from my bedside, and of the pressure squeezing my hand.

I forced my eyes open and tried to sit up. Yet I instantly regretted my decision, pain shot throughout my body. I glance over to my hand and up the....purple arm....

Who is this? Or perhaps I should say, what is this?

It's some kind of...monster? Hybrid? It looked kind of human... I could only see the torso and up. Even then, the arms grew bigger the farther down the arms stretched, and turned a deeper and deeper shade of purple. Horns poked out of the head laying slightly onto my shin, poking me a bit.

" Am-" I hold my throat. That hurt. I clear my throat of the mucus and start again as the unknown monster wakes up,

" Am I dead?"

The monsters head shoots up, and I can't help but recognize the 'eyes' that I've grown to love.

" T-Tom..."

He tries to smile for me, but it twists into a sad frown as his black orbs start to water,

" (Y/n)....(y/n) you're...y-you're okay! You're okay..." He said this over and over again as he cupped my cheeks with his transformed hands.

I grab onto his forearm to steady his shaking. This was starting to scare me.

I had never seen this man shed a tear in front of me, yet alone bawl into my shoulder like he was doing now,

" Tom, it's okay, I'm right here." I whispered this, and many other reassurances into his ear. Confirming to him that it was going to be okay and that, to my displeasure, I wasn't going anywhere.

He seemed to get angry after a few minutes, he ripped himself away from me and took hold of my shoulders,

" WHAT IF YOU WEREN'T RIGHT HERE? WHAT IF I HADN'T OF WALKED IN!! WHAT THEN HUH? YOU WOULDN'T BE RIGHT HERE!!! YOU'D BE GONE!! I would have...lost you..." He slid down the side of my bed as he finished his outburst. He sat crying into his knees.

I didn't know what to do. Is he mad at me? But despite the questions, I acted without thinking.

I began to run my fingers through his hair, almost brushing it. He seemed surprised at first, before he leaned into my touch.

" I'm sorry Tom. I didn't think it would effect you like this..." All was silent for a few moments. Until,

" Why..?" He sniffled a few times before I could respond.

" Why? Why what?" He looked up to me,

" Why would you try to leave me?" I couldn't even bring myself to say anything after that. Tom seemed to sense the frog in my throat, and continued,

" You don't realize, (y/n). You don't realize how special you are. To your family, your friends. I mean bloody hell (y/n)! What about us?! Edd would be heartbroken! And how are we supposed to explain something like that to Matt?" I avoided the possible eye contact and twidled my thumbs in my lap,

" What about me (y/n)? How am I supposed to go on living with myself if you, the love of my life, killed herself?" My mind went blank. He took my hand in between both of his,

" I know this isn't the greatest time for this, but if it'll boost your self esteem even a little bit, I don't care about embarrassing myself. (Y/n) (L/n), I am deeply in love with you, and have been since you moved in. I've loved you since you helped me to bed when I came in drunk all those years ago. I've loved you since you beat my Pac-Man score at the arcade, I acted so mad, but you were just so cute so excited like that... (Y/n)... Please let me help you love yourself by loving you..."

By the time he was done with his speech, I was in tears, a small frown on my face. He seemed to get the wrong idea as he instantly dropped my hand and got up,

" I got the message, I'll just uhm... I'll just g-" I grabbed his hoodie strings and pulled him in for a kiss.

We could both tell that there would be many more to come.

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I'm sorry if it's extremely long, I just love to write angst haha...

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Before i continue let me just explain..this is NOT a romance story. This is if anything a dad pro hero izuku story

This is also a self insert story cause I kinda wanna just write about my new oc 👉👈 don't judge me

That's what kiseichū looks like if y'all wanted to know and again I know this isnt everyone's tea I just wanted to write it.

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Izuku wasn't sure how he felt about kids, he was always comfortable around them though as far as taking care of them he wasn't the best. As got older he learned to understand children a lot better he's not sure how he got into this situation he has though. He found kiseichū half dead in some alleyway so he did what any hero would do and got him help, when he heard that the boy didnt have any family and was going to get sent to foster care something parental stirred within him. He wasn't sure what it was but the next day he returned ready to discharge him from the hospital and take him home.

His name was Kiseichū and if having a name that literally meant parasite wasn't sad enough he had some sort of leech quirk where he absorbed the life of others to gain their attributes and even a weak version of their quirk, though he was sickly. If kiseichū didn't absorb something living every few hours bad shit happens. Izuku remembered when he first found out about his quirk, he returned home to find the kid half dead desperately reaching for a potted plant he kept near the windowsill. After a two hour cry filled scolding the two promised to better communicate their needs to each other.

" Kise, I'm home! " izuku shouted expecting to see the boy come rushing to him to see what he brought like always but this time the house was eeriely silent and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Izuku looked at the time before his eyes widened and he quickly walked to his own bedroom only to open the door and see kise laying in bed wheezing and coughing, the sight was utterly terrifying. Izuku dropped the small bag he had in his hand before opening it op and showing the boy a small brown rat, he watched him grab it before slowly sitting up the creature squeaking and soon turning into a black inky mush in kise's hands. "...welcome home deku" kise spoke in a soft and deadpan tone as he stared at the hero who looked like he was going to have a heart attack. Izuku reached out roughly yanking the boy's cheeks stretching them with a panicked yet annoyed huff, this kid was going to kill him! "What did we promise?! You scared me half to death kise! You can't keep doing this!" Izuku whined in a panicked tone only for kise to wince lightly.

"deku that hurts.. you're pulling too hard" izuku let go before resting his head in the boy's lap with a low groan. Maybe they needed a better way to communicate? Izuku wasn't sure but he always felt scared to leave him alone but taking him with him wasn't a good idea.

"kise, you're six years old it's okay to ask me for things y'know I bought you a phone for thst reason" izuku glanced up at the boy only to see his light blue eyes staring back at him before an idea popped into his head and he shot up with a soarkle in his eyes. "Hey! Wanna come with me to work tommorow? You get to meet my friends and hang around the agency, plus it's still too dangerous to send you to school so this is perfect" izuku clearly seemed excited for this and for even more excited when the boy gave a soft nod.

"can I wash my hands now?" His question confused the hero until he realized the black slime like liquid was still in his hands and dripping down his arms, izuku panicked and gasped before rushing to the bathroom before running the bathtub.

"bath time! You're getting it all over the floor!"

After the two took a bath kise sat on the bed while izuku hummed blow-drying his hair, izuku loved kise's hair it was a curly mess and the colors were beautiful though detangling it was a workout in its own. "Deku..?" Izuku stopped with a small hum when he heard the boy before watching him turn around to face him. "When are you sending me away?" Izuku nearly choked at such a question before dropping the blow dryer in his hands now panicked as to why he would thing such a thing. "W-what?! Why would you say that? Did I say something bad?! Huh?!" Izuku frantically so using big hand motions as he tried to remember anything he said wrong that would make kise think he was being given away.

"no one has ever kept me for this long...I don't think. I'm a handful, I have to always wear gloves which is annoying" Kise looked down as he spoke and gazed at the black mittens he had on to prevent his quirk from activating. Izuku paused as he watched the boy and noticed his hands were shaking, was he scared? It's only been a week but izuku knew he was getting used to being here and clearly didn't want to go. The hero reached out ruffling kise's hair softly with a soft smile on his face "you aren't going anywhere kise, you can stay here for as long as you want." The two locked eyes and it was silent for a few moments before kise spoke up

"..... you're crying."

"h-huh?! I am?!" Izuku touched his face only to feel that he actually wasn't, kise crawled into his side of the bed before giving a small smile before planting his head on the pillow and sticking his tongue out at the fuming pro hero who laid next to him and faced him.

"that wasn't funny!"

"...yeah it was.."

Izuku cracked a smile before reaching out and softly flicking lose on the nose playfully before turning away from the boy. "Don't worry in a few days I'll get your room set up so you can sleep in your own ro-" izuku felt the boy softly grab his shirt and hold it softly. "I don't want my own room..I don't want to sleep alone.."

Izuku turned back to kise before flashing a bright smile to the boy "you don't have to then I guess" with that kise let go and closed his eyes with a gentle relaxed sigh

"goodnight, deku..."

"goodnight, kiseichū.."

#bnha imagines #self insert #izuku midoriya #bnha #my hero academia oc #bnha original character

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