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[hero-next-door]

Defending Nathan

(From Every Accusation)

All fact proven & common sense theory

No bullshit.

I suck at grammar. Deal with it.

I've replayed the game far too many times to gather this. I read into everything and even read into and WATCHED people who have suffered the same mental illness and situations Nathan has been in.

What I'll be covering:

Illness, rib breaking, dead animals, bdsm, Chloes pic, Rachel, gun on campus, Kate, Pompidou, Jefferson, wealth and his father.

And dont even THINK about skiping ahead!

Everything here is tied into one another. Read from start to finish. You're on this post to understand right? Or to argue? Im not here to argue so, bye.

Lets start from the top...

Nathans downfall was caused by society and all who failed him. He's driven by hatred of others who don't understand him and the game purposly wrote him off that way. They want players to hate him from what sides of the stories we've experienced. They gave this character controversial hobbies and a cynical bully attitude to really keep you suspecting him and not guessing Jefferson. The game isn't about Nathan. Its about Max. We learn so much about Max and everyone close to her. The tears they shed, the pains they've endorsed. Same with Chloe and Rachel's story. My heart goes out to all of them. We don't get to see that with other characters, therefore we don't care for them...or that's the games intentions. We don't know the ins and outs of Nathan. Only what the game shows us which are all negative. So of course disliking Nathan is only reasonable.

Mental Illness

We start with mental illness. He has Psychosis. Lots of proof, but i'm assuming you've seen it all already. Do people know what Psychosis is? Like do they REALLY know what it is? Because this ALONE changes everything. And not Psychopathy ..Psychosis. Two different things pookie. Psychopathy is the one where part of the brain is missing or disturbed. THEY'RE the ones that don't have empathy. Psychosis is different. Anybody can get it. This illness can take your empathy and awarness away then bring it all back after the harm is done, leaving you to process that. Schizo and Bipolar are also all quite a handful to deal with too. Loud Noises/downgrading voices in your head SO LOUD that people will do anything to calm them. (Dont be shy, youtube: "28- Psychotic Episode" by Collège d'Alma) The feeling of loosing your mind is something I notice a lot of haters dont empathize on especially if they killed or hurt sombody. The brain slips into a state so disconnected that interviews with recovering patients I've seen describe it as confusing and scary and dont recall saying the stories they told and actions they did others. Imagine not being able to remember the hurtful things you've said and done. Imagine being told you killed sombody...with your own hands? And you can hardly remember what happened. Like... how would you react? Think about it. Anybody can get psychosis with enough trauma or a kick in the noggin. Some people that were interviewed that had psychosis said that they found relief when getting high or drunk. Little did they know the symptoms could bounce back up to 5x during withdraw. But they were so desperate to get rid of the voices they abused the drugs. Like....wow the game really did their research to create such a complicated character. Anyway..moving on.

Now lets break down everything else...

Shooting Chloe

Just rewatch it. Aims gun, Chloe pushes him, it tightens grip, ACCIDENTLY shoots her, immediately drops gun and gets really scared of he's done, checking to see if shes alive! If you specifically rewatch the ending of Lis1 when Chloe gets shot, they extend his reaction. He goes back and forth checking her body. If he wanted to kill her, you check pulse then run. Not sticking around crying about it. There's your empathy you're all saying he doesnt have. Other times where he could have showed more empathy ties with his Psychosis. Some people with the illness said that the voices loudly in their head will convince them that everyone around you is your enemy. Everyone is after you. It can twist your brain to feel anger and fear towards others. Nathan is always hung up on how everyone is using him and trying to control him. Which people ..DO use him. So now hes convinced that everyone is. He's not choosing to feel this way. He just needs psychiatric help.

Breaking Ribs

In Before The Storm his entire demeanor is completely different than the Lis 1. He's more cowardly and not loud and aggressive. We'll be mentioning his creepy "pervy" binder, later. Nathan isn't violent until the end IF you let Nathan get bullied and push his life the negative direction. Sure its not Chloe's responsibility but this is the game's way of showing you his downfall. We need to remember the game hides scenes and expect you to make up what happened behind the scenes. He broke Samantha's ribs over ..what? Shes always so desperate to defend Nathan and even gets upset with Chloe when she doesn't help. So if you tell her the wrong option to pressure kindness into Nathan it results in him breaking ribs. How though? Haters immediately hop on and say cause hes a mean and abusive non-empathic nut head. You sure he didnt just push her away and her clumsiness just fell over? She did say she was clumsy. You don't think she wouldnt have tried to hug or touch him in anyway. Ok ok...calm down... lets take a step back.. You get this "breaking ribs" ending from letting Nathan get bullied and embarrass himself during the play that his father pressured him about! Adding a little "..fuck you.." to the audience. Showing his start to his villian career and the start of him hating everyone and you tell Samantha to go hug him!? This is the start of his mental spiral if you let things play out this way. But hurting her with intention? No. Lets tie this in with the other endings to their relationship. You get the clumsy one. She hurts herself differently and Nathan is with her in the hospital. Saying how he feels bad that she got hurt. (empathy bell) And they continue yo talk about her photo or whatever. Tie this with the rib one, tie this with the Chloe getting shot incident and tie this with his mental illness. Come on do i gotta spell it out for you.. Hurting someone is not what he attends to do. Like he quotes in his voice mail. (Speaking of that voice mail, empathy bell.) He does get angry at Samantha and hurts her and we as players dont know the full story. But what was playing in his head seconds before and the entirety of the game that lead up to this IS the reason why he accidentally hurts her. Getting her away was his goal, not breaking ribs! And then.. The good ending. Him sitting beside her smiling. Oh wait! Hes a little psycho with no human emotion? Psychosis has all parts of the brain attached, pookie. For most cases, It can be cured and helped. I can get it, YOU can get it. He has human emotions when he is at his very rare peaceful moments like with this good ending, when with Victoria ig and other scenes we tend to forget. Because painting him as the villian was the games goal. Jefferson was the plot twist.

Daddy Issues, Smug talk and a Gun on campus

Simple guys. Simple. You represent this school. You represent our name. This is a legacy. You will not embarrass me. This isn't about you or your problems!

Sure YOU wouldn't crumble under that pressure but Nathan sure did. Sure child abuse isn't an excuse to "kill" people. But is it the child's fault? Sean-beanbag prescott should be arrested for not taking his boy to the asylum. Instead he argues with a doctor!? Goofy bro. But so many people are fueled with anger towards Nathan Instead. Its whatever. Prescott literally being his name was already a red flag to other characters and chose to hate and bully him over it. Drew hated for what his FATHER did. Nathan did ..what again? Notice how that "rich Malfoy talk" wasnt really present in Before The Storm. Sure he tried to burn Drew with a family financial situation insult but the "Im rich, my father owns everything, I got a lawyer, money this and that" wasn't in his character in the Before the Storm. I believe being a prescott wasn't really in his future goals and he wasnt ever really passionate about it. Its all in the annoyance in his tone with his father before the play. Lis1 he uses it so oftenly to show that hes the boss and in control. Hes Influenced by representation for his family/school, wealth, intimidation, and of course hatred and believing everyone hates him. In his mind everyone is against him, after him and wanting to use him. Again, he doesn't choose to think this way. Let me explain my last sentence clearly though. Imagine being surrounded by a ton of people. All their attention is on you. They hate who you are. They talk about you. You have a defensless stomach sinking feeling and scared because all these people surrounding you, are looking at you and all your insecurities and laughing at you. Well..obviously some of that is not going on in reality. But to Nathan, that IS his reality and he has no control over it. Anyways I shouldn't have to keep explaining mental illness and how it stresses the brain. Bottom line is, His status and waving a gun around is what he thinks keep others out of his head. He can barley throw a punch. He had to use his head on warren and did you catch when Max hit him in that scene? Dude was literally holding onto his face like he'd been battered. Like she did NOT hit that hard lmao. He's weak. He's always been the same tiny Nathan from before the storm. Just now he uses masks for intimidation to stop his bullies and anyone he thinks is "after him." He never meant to use a gun on anybody, just a threat. During the second scene where warren reunited a head butt with Nathan.. If you pull off warren, he barley even aims the gun when he ran away towards his room. Cowardly. He feels that he has to, to protect himself. He also uses his father as a threat, but clearly that never worked. Also notice him crying when you let Warren get crazy on him? Dudes apologizing and sobing? Guess thats not his first rodeo, rip.

BDSM and Dead Animals

Ok..so hes a little frisky. Y'all need to remember this is a fictional game first, okay? Lol Anyway, I can't defend him much here but I got something. Firstly, the game WANTS you to suspect Nathan. Can't keep his room pretty and pink, they have to make it freaky and spooky. They paint Nathan as the villian for you to only focus on him as a suspect. So that everyones jaws are dropped with Jefferson twirls in.

Well start with the dead animals so you can skip the BDSM part if you want.

There is no proof he hurt animals. Thats not really like him. He does have a list of illness but Psychopathy isn't one of them. Y'all can keep yappin but its not. Clearly NOT one of them. He could have hurt an animal during an unaware episode, but there will not be any awareness behind it. Anyways, there are plenty of artists that do the same thing. Nathan is very passionate about photography and protraying solitary but not in the same way Jefferson does. Jefferson certainly uses that manipulation but we'll get to that later. There are artists that like to shine on death in positive light and in sorrow. There's also beauty in anatomy. Not my cup of tea but someone close to me can name me all kinds of gross organs and would be down to disect any animal. Yuck. But to them.. its fascinating and they are the greatest person in my life. In love and in empathy. (NOT comparing my pookie to Nathan, PAUSE.) In anatomy theres Education and surprise. Death is also a theme and style too. Skulls and gore, super "rad" fukin "knarly."

BDSM Skip to next part if needed

Finally...defending BDSM? This can bring trauma to those who have experienced it negativly or view it negativly. So skip to the Frank defense or read more if you want.

Bdsm relationships are very controversial. Some people see it as unhealthy, abusive and sick. But if you have talked to or listened to other people within these relationships they state that its completely consensual, safe, harmless, a breach of deep trust with their partners and simply a fetish or kink. The goal is to have fun at your limit..not pass the limit. There are twisted people who have broke that barrier and made it not fun and abusive. Thats were I can't argue. If you feel that way towards the topic, I completly empathize with you.

Nathan has shown in his other photos a black and white theme of solitary. And you can tell that he might have took those bdsm photos himself. As the quality is almost like the Pompidou photo. Everyone blends him taking bdsm photos with is angry behavior and "non empathic" demeanor. But this is where I loop back to Before The Storm hugging-my-binder Nathan. Its shown that in one of his endings he took photos of Samantha. Obviously NOT bdsm photos, his binder was a school project. But Samantha obviously consented and Nathan was passionate enough to show her. He sees them as art. Naked girls have been models for sculptures and paintings. Its beauty. Thats IF she was naked in some way in those photos. Which I still doubt. School project. Im sure the photos were gentle and strange and misunderstood and Drew was just in his bully era. His reaction would have been a lot more eye opening if he had a face full of tits or straps. Nathan begged for his binder back and even nervously reacted showing he had love for his work and 'took time with it' (as he quotes when Drew throws it). I bring this up here to show that the women in his photos were indeed given consent and if hes passionate about depicting his art, hurting them wouldn't be on his agenda. As we all learned today that hurting people was never his intentions, until drugs and illness met with pressure and intimidation clouds his brain.

I read up on other artists that painted things similar. In their paintings they expressed dread, vulnerability, feeling traped and ..feeling used. If Nathan did find the images he took arousing, then why would he hang them up like everything else in his room like art? I believe that they're depicted in an artful way and in its black and white shading brings a sad darkness. If its anything like the painters I mentioned, maybe Nathan has a deep level of empathy we don't understand.

Frank and Pompidou

I didn't even know he took a picture of Franks hurt dog in the road because you little freaks threw his treat in the street!? This will also tie in to chloes pic but we'll get to that. Frank first, as its pretty simple. Nathan runs some system with frank. And its pretty obvious its the same thing Drew was doing in Before the storm. Nathan clearly doesn't like it as he finds it controling but getting his hands on drugs is a great way to forget his flaws and calm his illness symptoms. Which only created a loop of his symptoms worsening, as talked about before. His illness is very active towards the end of Before the Storm. You can tell by his huge character difference that drugs only made it worse.

Pompidou is a good dog but just remember he's not the one who hurt him. This ties in with what we explained in the dead animal phase. The Imagine is black and white. Its a strange art most people don't understand. Man, I don't even understand it. But these people aren't heartless and they're simply expressing pain. Or..he took it for the same reason he took Chloes pic. To feel that hes in control, thinking this will help his mental reality of thinking everyone can use him, as explained earlier. But i doubt it. One is in color and Pompidou is not. One is misguided and one is "art."

Jefferson, Rachel, Kate, Chloes pic

If i see one more person throw him in the same trash bin as Jefferson im going to puke. Anyway I've twisted my head around this story so many times, begging to see the bigger picture. No pun attended. Jefferson was pulling the strings all along ..you know that right? If Nathan was never there, Jefferson would have still done his disgusting projects. He certainly brought Victoria over without Nathan's usage. He didn't need Nathan, Nathan just made it easier cause he can easily be manipulated. Making Nathan do it all so the consequences will fall on him. Jefferson is smart and knows the right words to say. Nathan is missing the kindness of a father figure, all he has to do is play with his feelings. Nathan falls too easily to kindness. He felt the kindness of Samantha during the good ending and He felt the kindness from Victoria..but Victoria toxic bully nature wasn't helping. Bottom line is Jefferson easily manipulated him and understood his mental reality and used that against him. Adding thoughts into Nathans head. Jefferson learned to use Nathan's illness to his advantage. Nathan trusted Jefferson as did everyone in that school did. Why on earth would Jefferson wrong him? He looked up to him so when Jefferson slowly brought him into his plans of drugging girls, Nathan thought that it was all ..moral. In reality you and I know obviously thats not okay but to Nathan (and his severe illness) he trusted Jefferson was doing no wrong. We don't understand the mental strain he was under, manipulation goes a long way. Heres how he did it. He probaby said things like 'We are the same Nathan, this is art just like yours.' It starts small, Nathan gets him the drugs. Then he pulls him in, Nathan start drugging the girls for me. Start driving them here. Start helping me inside the dark room. Start helping me inject my victims. Jefferson had so much power over him. He was connected with his father. He can threaten his grade, his representation and his future in art. He knew all the right things to say and do. He knew how his head worked. Clog him up with drugs, keep him quiet. Heal his missing father needs and demand him for your needs. Does this not make Nathan a victim too?

Then ...the Rachel incident happened. Nathan was NOT mentally aware of what he's done. The excited "Rachel!" when he saw Max at the diner clearly shows that he truly expected her to pull up. This mixes with the symptoms we've discussed. He only remembers bits and pieces as obviously it was beyond traumatizing. Sending him in an insane spiral and the infamous psychosis drawing. (Don't be afraid, google psychosis drawings. Damn. Just imagine you recovered from psychosis and laying eyes on that and not remembering you drew that..ugh...I'd cry.) Someone with Psychopathy wouldnt feel traumatized from such events, debunking the fact everyone thinks Nathan has Psychopathy. He doesn't have Psychopathy, he has psychosis. Moving on. Jefferson was certainly angry with him and drugged Nathan himself after the incident which really helped Nathan to forget what he's done. But Jefferson's anger and not talking to him tore him apart. His emotional attachment clearly wasn't having it. The note he wrote Jefferson in desperate attempt to bring him back after ruining Jefferson plans goes to show just how much he wants that sense of being cared for. If only it was someone else that wasnt Jefferson ..or his dad can do is fucking job too.

Alcohol was certainly a great method of forgetting what he did. So then comes Chloes interaction with him. We know the story. He did not SA her, I can say that right here and now. Nothing like that was behind this. You can tell by the way Chloe presented the story to Max, there wasn't an uncomfortable tone to her story. She didn't seem traumatized but more shocked and "it was pretty crazy." She also wasn't drugged for that long, she woke up very soon, fully clothed. What obviously happened is that Nathan used this to feel in control like mentioned way above. Drugs and Psychosis is no joke. Who knows what hell is playing in his mind but I unfortunately believe that this was to try to win back Jefferson. He had been angry at him and ignoring him and even tho he hates drugging, his confusion and drunk state led him to this. He's cowardly and his mind is slipping and tries to do what he thinks is right for him. He's misguided and lead down the wrong path.

Nathan did not SA Kate! Kate story breaks my heart into a million pieces but if she was SA-ed, it wasn't Nathan. After everything I said above you can tell that, that isnt in his character. But here I want bring up the voicemail. Nathan claims multiple times that he never wanted to hurt anybody, implying that he felt forced to do harm. Something he DID NOT want to do. Why on earth would anybody have felt forced to SA somebody!? I'm not saying Kate WASN'T SA-ed as I can only assume maybe the boys she was shown with in the video did something or Jefferson. Victoria was Kates bully!!! Nathan wanted to be liked by Victoria and was influenced by her nature. He's desperate for attention and kindness. Victoria did far more to hurt Kate and her reason as to why was shit. You go THAT FAR to one up your photography game. Girl, bye. She spread that video and she still has empathy too? Her regretting everything? Did she reallyy regret? Or she wanted to make herself look good for her representation? She showed regret via text message in Before The Storm too? She doesn't have a mental illness but the game gave her an act of forgiveness and used her as a victim so the audience will sympathize with her. Goes to show you the game controls what they want you to feel. If they were to do that with Nathan..would opinons be different? Taking us into his mind and how he sees the world around him. They could have..but didnt. Well.. We have the voicemail but obviously that didnt stop the haters. It's unfortunate. But the game gave me just enough little clues for me to shine light on in this post. They put so much into his character but never showed the audience the truth.

Conclusion

What we've learned today is that Nathan isn't the villian you think. He's been manipulated, used and needs mental help but im sure my old Nathan-defending friends have said this time and time again. Im here to add something....

Its been PROVEN that he's capable of all human emotions, you just refuse to believe it because you're mistaking his illness and claiming all of this was intentional. Psychosis can be temporary. Its a like a hand that steals your common sense, feelings, empathy, sympathy and you're only left with acting on pure chaos and negative or fearful emotions. After long treatment your sense of reality returns, your feelings, your empathy, your sympathy.. And all you have now is guilt and regret and self blame that you hurt somebody. If you let Nathan kill Chloe, he is arrested. He had doctors aware of his illness and would have been charged with illness in mind. Forcing the treatment he needed ages ago. By the time Lis 2 came out...I wonder how he's taking it all in? What he did to everyone, what he did to Rachel.

He was written off to die, be locked up and blamed. Unfortunately he was caught in the crossfires of the harm of our favorite characters. If he was born in a different family and away from Jeff, he would have never hurt anybody. Matter a fact, he would never have suffered with his listed mental illnesses.

This goes out to all real accidental murder cases. There will always be a great divide in opinions. I hate comparing fictional games with real life but I find it crazy that we call others nonempathtic when they aren't empathic themselves. Its like the word "accidental" is worthless.

Its always a debate..

Do we feel bad for the lives lost and their families

or

Do we feel bad for the mental crumble of the one who never meant to kill and how their familes have to deal with that.

Are they worthy to walk this earth? Are they worthy to see the daylight again? Are they still human too? Should they die too? Is redemption possible?

Who knows. Peoples opinions wont change unless them, themselves fall onto the opposing team. If they were to suffer the chaos of accidentally murdering someone or the greif of loosing someone from an accidental murder.

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[mitsua]

Hello my precious stories! Hope you're enjoying Christmas and will have a happy New Year 🤍

I've got many notifications on the last post, thank you so much for that! That's whyyy, today's topic it's:

BNHA CHARACTERS AT:

SPENDING THEIR FIRST CHRISTMAS WITH THEIR S/O

{⚠️}Warnings:

[☻️]Bad grammar and spelling mistakes.

[🤬]Maybe a lil cursing.

{〰️}Genre:

[☁️]Fluff.

Serie : 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐍𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

Y / n 's . . . GN !

🎄Izuku Midoriya🎄

You both accord to meet at a restaurant with your families, this was an special and unique ocasion at the year, and your clothing had to show it.

When you locked your eyes with his, you sense the nervousness filling the air, from the two of you.

However, this moment was interrupted by your family greeting Izuku's mom.

Once everyone was in their seats, at the moment of reading the menu, you took a better look to Izuku's wearing, it was a black suit, the white and some gold details in it highlighting his green waved hair and emerald eyes.

When he caught you looking at him, you could barely see his now slightly pink cheeks, since he turned to the other side hiding his embarrassment.

At the moment the food arrived, everyone was talking to each other, random topics, between Izuku and you, you were talking about the school, some other experiences in your life.

"What if you come to our house?" Your mother suggested to Inko and Izuku, this two answering with a noth and grateful for the invitation.

The glance to your house at the inside and outside of it, left them impressed, your family, including you had always loved Christmas and New Year, and the passion and effort you put decoring your home did demostrate it.

The atmosphere was great, kind and comfortable.

At the end of the night, Izuku gave you a gift, which consisted in a gold clip for your hair, with the figure of (your favorite animal); as soon as you thanked him, you handed his gift and to his mother.

Izuku's gift was a framed picture your mother took of the two of you at the end of the sports festival, this same one reflected many emotions you had at the moment the winners were told. And you knew he and you, would never forget about it.

"The best Christmas, is and will always be, with my beatiful Y/n, definitely". -Izuku thought and whispered to himself, while hugging you.

🎄Bakugo Katsuki🎄

"I'll be there at 6, don't worry"

"You better, if not I won't invite you here never again...YEAH I'M COMING, JUST WAIT A DAMN MORE MINUTE OLD HAG!"

"Looks like someone has to go, it's okay, goodbye Kats!"

"Whatever...bye teddybear" -You both hung up the call and went to prepare everything to be at 6 o'clock, with Bakugo's family, at Christmas.

You tried and did your best to wear something more elegant than you ever did, just as Bakugo.

At 5:57 you were at his house since you didn't want to be scolded by your own boyfriend...heh, who would have thought that-sorry.

Masaru was the one who opened the door, inviting you inside, as you thanked him, he couldn't help but notice the three gift bags you were holding, asides your own bag with your own things.

Smiling and recognizing the shouts from the kitchen, you both came in to the dinner room, were the table was already settled and minutes later you saw your boyfriend coming out from the kitchen, with a black suit, and an apron, with a visible delicious plate.

-"How much did you heard about this fight?" -Katsuki asked, -"nothing really..." -"Good".

After eating the surprisingly good food, which your blonde haired porcupine said he did, along with his mother (but he clearly omitted this part), you were guided to the living room, were the big tree was decored with many different colors and figures.

You took back the three gift bags and gave them to Mitsuri first, Masaru, and lasty, Katsuki.

The young couple thanked you and Katsuki just muttered something you guessed it was his thanks.

You gave Katsuki a black T-shirt, and a clip with a porcupine figure.

When you were about to leave, after a long talk with Katsuki and his parents...and maybe or not, some fights, your loved one gave you a little box wrapped with a (favourite color) coloured paper.

-"Open it when you arrive to your house". -"Thank you, porcupine".

. He gifted you a gold necklace with a small silver stone, with a little card that said: "thank you for everything ♥︎".

🎄Shoto Todoroki🎄

Todoroki was invited by you, to your house to celebrate Christmas, this was new for the both of you; first because, he'd spent a Christmas without his family (he definitely didn't wanna see his father's face at dinner time), and two, it would be your first holiday together, as a couple.

Of course this did mean a lot, and you gave your best preparing the food, decoration and your clothes.

Your parents even thought you weren't you, since they always saw you as 'lazy'.

Now they know how to tease you to do your chores...but it's worth it.

You prepared a classic dish from your family at Christmas time, with an apple salad mixed with some other fruits, your tree was just as big as your first floor, the lights were a bit warm and you just changed some of the flowers which were adorning more the environment.

At the time you were finished with everything, your parents still shocked by the effort you put on each plate and craft to adorn and the gift you prepared for Todoroki, the doorbell was heard, and you ran up to the door and peeked from the hole in it.

You turned quick to your parents and announced his arrive, to be greeted by your heterochromatic boyfriend with a bouquet of some white and red flowers, yes, just as his hair, and as the typical for Christmas, along with some other gift bags and dressed with a blue suit.

He seemed a bit serious, his normal expression, but deeper he felt a bit nervous, this wasn't just because it was Christmas or his first holiday with you, but because he was going to meet your parents too.

You told him the way over the dining room and there were your parents waiting for you, they were smiling and your father raised his hand to shake with Shoto's, who thought for a second but took it.

As you placed the flowers inside a flower vase, your mother asked for Todoroki's family, that's why yoh tried to do faster and don't let him in such an uncomfortable situation.

The talk was fluid, easy to go with, and Todoroki, from time to time, started to feel relieved and happy to be accepted, as what your parents reflected with his actions of being kind and smile almost every time.

He thanked for the food and asked for the recipe a bit later, to probably "give it to Fuyumi", he said, at what you giggled and said of course.

When his time of leaving was coming, your parents offered going to the living room to you to give Shoto his gift...you blushed a bit in embarrassment, but he agreed with a smile.

You gave him a sweatshirt, a fully white one, and a little card made by you, which said:

-for my sparkle, thanks for each moment you gave me during this year, I know you're passing through many things and situation, but I need you to know I'll always be with you, so count with me ♥︎

You couldn't describe his face, he was excited and at the same time...simply undescriptible.

He gifted you a pair of earrings to which you recognized were the ones you stared at that time you went shopping, and smiled even brighter, causing him to do the same.

Before you were about to go, your parents took you a photo next to the tree, Shoto was with his left arm wrapped around your shoulders, while you were smiling holding both of your gifts.

Best Christmas Ever 💖

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the banning sex was so damn good😫💕i just have so many imagines going through my head to send you for mha! would you be able to do the same concept but for midoriya, todoroki, bakugou, and tamaki?💕💕

yes i can! :)) my inbox is always open for request. just make sure to read the rules so you know what to request.

(apologies for any grammar errors.)(and the long wait.)

✰ characters: Izuku Midoriya, Todoroki Shouto, Katsuki Bakugou, Amajiki Tamaki.

✰ banning Shouto, Midoriya, Bakugou, and Tamaki from sex for three week? what’s there reactions?

Shouto Todoroki

how did we end up here? huh?

why would Shouto get banned from sex?

easy. he was trying to make you jealous

you two decided to link with the 1A gang

but what no one knew was that you and Todo secretly had a thing going on

while at the event , Shouto had been talking to Momo , trying to make her laugh and even touching her from time to time

his hand would rest of her knee and shoulder , he’d even brushed her hair out her face , glancing over at you with a smirk

you’d roll your eyes as you felt your blood boil hot

some of the others like Mina and Deku would notice and ask if you were alright

you simply nodded you head and put on a fake smile

“i’m doing just great.” you reassured them

“you think you so slick huh?” you scoffed at Todoroki. he gasps and puts his hand on top of his heart. “me? never.” he said with a smirk. oh how much you wanted to smack that look of his beautiful face. he stepped closer to you and you stepped back, your legs hitting the bed in the process, causing you to sit down. he pushed you back, causing your upper body to fall against the bed.

he took this opportunity to straddle your waist, trapping you between his knees. his hands traveled to the hem of you shirt, pulling it up over your chest. “i saw the way you was looking at Momo tonight,” he whispers, tracing down your cleavage. “pure jealousy on your face. wishing it was you that i was touching.” he pulled at your bra strap, snapping it against your skin. he looked deep into your eyes. “if you wanted me, you could’ve told me.” leaning down, he captures your lips on his. you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in closer.

you took the opportunity to push him off you and straddle him instead. this time, your the one in control. you kiss down jawline to his collarbone. you suck marks on them. he lets out small groans, kneading your thighs each time. you could feel him get more and more excited as he started to grow against you. you teasingly grind into him dragging out a prolonged groan from him. “fuck, i need you.” he wraps his arms around your waist. but before he could do anything, you pull away from his grasp. “to bad. no sex from me for three week baby.” and with that you walked out his room.

for the next two weeks, Shouto been silent. anytime you would try and talk to him, he goes mute. you weren’t even mad cause you found it funny. he could literally be talking with Midoriya and Iida and as soon and you join the convo he shuts up. he acts this way until the last day of the punishment. literally when the clock sticks 12 midnight, he’s at your door. “let’s not waste time, shall we.”

Midoriya Izuku

let’s see why this cinnamon roll would end up in this situation

he did something...

something you deliberately told him not to do

but did he listen, nope!

no matter how many time you told him

you warned him over and over again , begging him to not do this

“if you ever do this i will knock the day light out you.” you sternly say , but deep down your worrying

instead he completely tuned out your warnings

now you are in this situation where he is hurt and wounded

none of this had to happen , could’ve been avoided

“why?” you could feel angry, sadness and worry flow all through out your body as you look at a wounded Deku at your door. there’s nothing but silence from him. you pull him straight to your bathroom. you sit him down on the closed toliet seat. “remove your shirt.” you instruct as you rummage through your bathroom looking for a medkit. he did as told without any problem.

“kitten, y-y/n, look i’m sorry.” he held you arm as you clean the wounds on his face and neck. you pull your arm from him, turning away. “i told you not to - i told not, NOT get into it with Katsuki, and what do you do? go against my word.” you feel the tears start to form in your eyes. “why, just why would you go against me? i don’t get it.” you feel his hand on your waist trying to turn you around but you don’t. “y/n you got to believe me. i-i didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“so then what did you mean to do? how you end up like this?” you finally turn around to face Deku, tears rolling down your cheeks. his face contorted in complete hurt. “nothing. i wasn’t thinking, believe me baby.” he reached for your hand. “no Izuku. y-you have to go.” you say. turns start to well up in his eyes. “what do you mean?” you felt the angry that you once felt return. “get out! don’t talk to me! and also no sex. for three fucking week. now leave.” you turn your back to him, waiting for him to leave. “but-“ “no! leave.” and with that he left, door closing behind him.

for the next three weeks Deku spent his time apologizing and letting you know how sorry he is, and how wrong he was for not listening to you. call after call, text after text. he would let you know how bad he felt and wanted your forgiveness. finally on the last day of his punishment he would arrive at your door with flowers and a gift. once you pull him in a passionate kiss, he knew what that meant. “kitten let me show you a proper apology .”

Katsuki Bakugou

let’s be honest here

there are many ways that you can ban this man from sex

but in this particular case , you two got into an argument

was it a necessary? no

but ofc is escalated a bit too quickly

literally over something small that you had mentioned about to Bakugo

harsh words and profanities were exchanged between you two

“you know you’re really starting to get on my fucking nerves y/n. you always complain!” he raises

you go back and forth at , at each other’s neck

“well then if i complain so fucking much then get the fuck out.” you raised your voice louder than his. you walk a bit closer to him so that you two were only inches away. “since i get on your nerves, you could just leave.” his red eyes stare deep into your own.

“is that what you want? you want me to leave?” he said leaning dangerously close to your face. you nodded your head, “very much so.” you smile. he leans back with his arms folded. “if that what you want, then surely i will do so.” he said. you walked right over to your door, opening it for him to walk through. “then leave, peace out.” you gestured out the door.

he walked through the door hands shoved deep in his pockets, huffing in the process. he turns around one last time to look at you. “oh and since i complain all the time and get on your nerves, i guess it’s best if you don’t get sex for three weeks right?” you could see his expression of shock and regret. he was going to say something but you cut him short. “yeah that does makes sense, bye.”

for the next few weeks he is physical, mentally and sexually frustrated. anytime he’d see you and he’d look at you and scowl but it’s unintentional. he just doesn’t know what to do. he literally counts down the days on his fingers. he would eventually apologize like three, two days before the punishment is over. so as soon as he sees you on that last day, it’s on sight. he’s not wasting any time. “y/n, i’m sorry. and i wanna show how much i’m sorry.”

Amajiki Tamaki

he didn’t do anything

i really don’t see the little baby causing any trouble

you were just bored and had a random thought popped into your brain

you thought of a way to torture him

what if you banned sex from him for three weeks

just as an experiment for fun

so when you were with him you told him

“Tama.” you called to him. he turned to you from his game. his face pure with an innocent smile. he hummed. “i think we shouldn’t have sex.” you told. he rose his eyebrow. “huh?” confusion clear in voice. he held back a laugh. “for three weeks.”

surprise falls on his face. his mouth hung open as he stuttered to find words. “t-three we-weeks? wh- what did i do.” he says, bit a of sadness in his voice. you only smiled. “nothing.” he pouts at your one word answer. “so then why n-no, making love?” you just couldn’t hold back your giggles anymore, he sound like a little toddler. “Tama, you didn’t do anything, this is just a test.” you explained to him.

“if you could go a the whole three weeks, i will give you a reward at the end.” you said. a shy smile creeped on his face and he turned back around to face the game. “o-okay.” he said lowly. you went over to him and give him a hug from behind. “your too cute.” you kiss him on his cheek.

for the next three weeks, Tamaki has been trying his best not to fail your test. he missed touching you an incredible amount. he didn’t even know how much he craved your touch until now. some nights he would lie awake in bed, thinking about how much he missed your body pressed against his in, make sweet love to you for hours. when the weeks were up, he encountered you on your way home and followed you along. “y-you said that you h-have a reward for me?”

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Gryffindor Scum

A/N: WOOH PART THREE IS FINALLY OUT! There was so many ways I could have written this part and I actually rewrote it a few times. This part is more centered on Draco rather than the reader but I guess this series is mostly on Draco. Feel free to give me feedback/ideas!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Summary: Draco has an unwelcoming experience with Blaise and Pansy. 

Warnings: Implied depression, Pansy, and a few swear words. Perhaps spelling/grammar mistakes as well. 

Word Count: 1,9k

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Draco laid wide awake on his bed, staring onto the ceiling. He spent hours tossing and turning, just wanting to fall asleep just like everyone else in the house, however, his body refused to shut down. Draco continued to glance down to Harry’s muggle alarm clock he had on his nightstand, 3:46am it read. He let out a sigh, your mum wanted everyone up by 6am. So much for a good night’s rest, he thought to himself. 

His stomach was filled with the nervous feeling, his whole life had changed for him during the summer and he knew life at Hogwarts would also change. If someone told his past self that he would be dating a half blood or better yet living amongst Gryffindors, he would’ve laughed in their faces and told them to fuck off. Draco would have never imagined that this would be his life now, not that he hated it. He loved it, every second of it. He loved being in a household which held warmth, love, and security. He loved having parental figures that asked him on the daily if he was okay but most of all, he loved having you at his side. 

You were there for him for anything he needed the minute he stepped foot into your house. At first, Draco was scared your relationship would have declined when he moved in but instead it got stronger and the love was blooming more than ever. They spent many nights together alone, talking about the present and the future. 

“If I become a professional Quidditch player and you a healer, you can help with any injuring I get.” You said while picking on the grass you were laying on. 

Draco chuckled besides you, “I’ll also be on the stands cheering you on and being the loudest there.” 

Those moments the two of you had are what kept Draco going. You were his world and his yours. He got so used to spending each day with you that he wasn’t sure if he’ll be the same spending less amounts together at school. Now, Draco wasn’t much of the clingy type but after living in the same house for almost three months only to go back to school and being separated by house rivalry but going to take its toll. 

Draco scoffed to himself, whoever created such things and made him believe them were children, he thought. House rivalry was nonsense. Draco looked over to the clock once again, not much time has passed since he last checked it. He rolled onto his side and decided to at least get some sleep to avoid being an awful mood the in the morning. 

Draco was woken up by the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. He looked over to Harry’s bed to see it empty and unmade, no doubt already waiting for the delicious delights Lily was cooking.

Draco was still getting used to seeing a human cook rather than house elves. Lily wasn’t the only person who cooked in the Potter household, he also learned that you, along with Harry were taught some things. James, however, was often kicked out of the kitchen after his many, many, failed attempts on cooking. 

He got up from his bed and quickly made it along with Harry’s. Although your twin brother was fully capable of making his own bed, Draco hated a messy room and often opted into making your brothers bed. Heading downstairs, he saw your luggage packed and ready to go by the front door. Lily made the three you do it the night prior. 

“Ah, he’s up.” He heard you say, you stood on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his cheek. You always complained about your shortness to him, and how it wasn’t fair the Harry got the tall gene. 

“Come sit down, there’s pancakes, eggs, and bacon on the table already. Help yourself.” You said to him. 

Draco nodded and took an empty seat next to James. He began adding foods onto his plate, before he could start eating, James began speaking to him loud enough for him to only hear. 

“Draco as you know, the trial between your parents and us is still happening.” Draco nodded as James spoke. 

The trial was taking longer than expected and although it was unrealistic to think it would end with an agreement immediately, Draco wish it was over. Both parties refused to step down. Not that Draco wanted your parents to give up, he knew they wouldn’t. He just wished his own parents would come to terms that Draco wasn’t returning to them and to drop whatever they doing to claim themselves as the best wizarding parents out there. 

Well, he just wished his father would stop. He knew his mother couldn’t do much, she was just there to be a wife of a pureblood and a mother to heirs. Draco knew she tried to be there for him but the way she was raised proved that the only way she could try to show her love for her son was to buy him things and spoil him with anything and everything he asked for. 

Narcissa still sent him letters once a week, whether it was sending him money, treats, or asking a simple ‘How are you doing?’. 

Draco stared at James and nodded his head allowing James to continue. 

“Word has gotten out and it’ll most likely be in the papers soon which means people will say things to you. Don’t let them get to you and force you to pick a side, in the end it’s you who decides.” 

Draco already had a side picked but he knew Mr. Potter was right. His ‘friends’ will no doubt try to make him change his mind about everything and force him back into being the self-centered prick he was. 

Once everyone finished the very delicious breakfast and got into the muggle car Lily owned, with complaints from you for having to sit in the middle seat, the five of you headed towards the train station. 

“Harry move your bloody elbow!” You yelled out to your brother. “It’s stabbing me in the side!” 

“Maybe it’s you who should move, my elbow is fine where it is!” 

Draco slightly laughed at the interaction, leave it to the two of you to cause some sort of chaos in any given situation. He sat back in his seat and looked out the window, watching all the cars drive by. 

His stomach was getting the same feeling it had during the night. He began chewing on his lip, a habit he had of doing whenever he was nervous. Taking notice of this, you took his hand into yours. 

“Are you okay?” You asked looking at him. Concern was written all over your face as he looked at you. Looking at you is what made him more present and calmer. He loved looking at you, you were always so beautiful to him. 

“Yes, I’m fine.” He responded, giving you a genuine smile. You reciprocated the smile and leaned your head on his shoulder. 

Draco let out a yawn, his lack of sleep getting to him. Perhaps he’d be able to nap on the train. 

Arriving at the station, the three of you said goodbye to your parents. Lily was making sure everyone had everything they needed while James looked ready to cry. Regardless of this being the fifth year of doing this, he was never ready to say goodbye to his children. 

Draco noticed some Slytherins giving him weird looks as he stood with the Potters, a few gasps were heard from others when he hugged James and Lily goodbye. He didn’t care though; it was a bit amusing to see some of his peers sporting confused looks. 

“Alright kids be safe and be good, I don’t want to hear about any more pranks on teachers or students,” Lily said, looking directly at you and Harry. “Includes you now, Draco. These three gremlins can be quite the influence.” 

“Three?!” 

“Yes James, three.” 

“Now that’s not fair, Sirius should be in that list too!” James said. Lily shook her head as if her point was proven. 

Draco followed Harry and you onto the train, he saw a few first years still waving goodbye to their parents through the windows. He saw you poke your head out of one as well, he wanted to laugh at the fact that you looked no different than a first year, but he knew it was best not to as he didn’t want to make you mad. 

“Tell Uncle Moony that I say hi!” He heard James yell. You replied with a ‘will do’ and pulled your head back as the train began to move. Draco could’ve sworn he saw James wipe a few tears from his eyes. 

“Are you going to come sit with us? Harry already went with Hermione and Ron to find an empty compartment.” You asked your boyfriend. 

Draco shook his head, “It’s best if I go sit with the others, Granger and Weasley aren’t much used to having me around unlike Harry and you.” 

“Alright well if anything happens, you can come find us.” 

Draco nodded, allowing you to place a kiss on his lips as a short bye. Watching you skip as you went to find the others, Draco went on his way to find the people he calls his friends. 

The compartment in which they were in wasn’t hard to find, upon entering it Draco placed his luggage above and sat down next to Blaise. 

“Strange,” he heard Blaise say. “We didn’t think you’d be joining us.” 

“And why is that?” Draco asked turning his head to look at Blaise. 

Blaise continued to look down at the book he was reading, “It seemed to us that your alliance has changed.” 

Draco scoffed but before he could speak back, Pansy had already taken the stage. 

“You left us Draco.” She said, forcefully making herself sit in-between Draco and Blaise. She placed her arms around Draco’s neck. 

“Come back to us Draco, we know you’re still in there.” She shook him as she spoke, “We know they brainwashed you now come back.” 

Draco threw Pansy’s arms off of him with a bit of force, making her pout. “No one has brainwashed me.” 

“They clearly did, you don’t even want to be with me anymore!” She screeched. Draco rolled his eyes at her delusional self. 

Blaise closed his book and made Pansy go back to her original seat. He looked directly at Draco as he spoke. 

“We don’t want you here anymore, Draco. You made it clear to us that you no longer want to be in this friend group the minute you hugged that mudblood and her blood traitor husband. Not to mention how friendly you’ve gotten with Y/n Potter.” 

Draco felt his body becoming hot with anger as Blaise targeted the slurs towards your parents. 

“Now leave us and perhaps you’d want to change your house tie as well, seeing as you’ve become Gryffindor scum.” Blaise finished. 

Draco angrily stood up, glaring at Blaise as he grabbed his luggage and stormed out slamming the compartment door with such force. He stood there for a few seconds, taking notice that his hands were shaking as he rubbed his eyes with them.

“This is going to be one long fucking year.”

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"Komaeda? He’s sick today.”

[Oneshot/Imagine]

Pairing: Nagito Komaeda x Reader

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Summary: You didn’t see Komaeda in school, worried, you asked your instructor to learn that he was sick. So after school, you decided on visiting him, and maybe taking care of him too.

Warning: Mikan’s clumsiness, Nagito’s death picture/burial mention (don’t worry he’s fine), grammar errors, 

Genre: Fluff,

Keys:

Y/n- your name, L/n- last name,

A/n: I might make a part 2.. Cause why not?

Reader: Neutral

Click here to see the other part(s) - Part 1 (Here) - Part 2 - Part 3

Made by: ??? (Please tell me who owns the art so I could credit them!)

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“Instructor, Where is Nagito?” You suddenly asked when she was in the classroom. “Oh? Komaeda’s sick today. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine soon.” Your instructor, Chisa Yukizome, answered. You could hear the others say “Oh thank god!” “At least nothing bad won’t ever happen to me again..” “The rain was heavy yesterday..” “I hope he’ll be fine soon.” and so on, so forth.

‘Nagito’s sick? What did he do?...’ You sighed to yourself. Resting your cheek on your hand as you listened to Yukizome discuss. Few minutes later, you were zoned out, blankly staring at the window. You felt a small tap on your shoulder so you quickly looked at the person.

“Y/n, You should pay attention to the lesson.” Yukizome mentioned. You blushed in embarrassment and gave her a small apology. “It’s fine, Just don’t zone out in the middle of the lesson, kay?” She chirped. You nodded and actually paid attention this time.

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After the lesson, break came. Mahiru immediately came to you, worried. “Are you okay, Y/n? You seem gloomy today...” She asked in a worried tone. “I’m fine, Mahiru. Just worried.” She gave you a skeptical look. “Worried?” You nodded. “Nagito’s sick right? I’m just worried of him. His luck is just too... Unpredictable that it worries me.. He’s my friend too.”

She placed her hand on your shoulder to reassure you. “Don’t worry Y/n, he’ll be fine. You’re just overreacting. You can check on him later.” She gave your shoulder a gently squeeze and gave you a small smile. “Your not coming with me?” She shooked her head. “Apparently, no. I’m going to be with my friend later and we planned on spending time together. Sorry...”

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have asked.. I-”

“Big sis!” Hiyoko shouted, running towards her with a picture in hand. “Is this picture okay?” She showed the picture of Komaeda to Mahiru who was confused. “What’s this for?” Mahiru asked. “It’s for Komaeda’s burial of course! He’ll die soon so we need a good picture!” Hiyoko stated proudly.

“B-B-BURIAL?!” You jumped at Mikan’s sudden outburst. You snapped your head to the loud sound to see a squirming Mikan on the floor with a bag on her chest and a fallen chair between her legs. You quickly went beside her and tried to help her. When she was free, you gave the laughing Hiyoko a glare. “I-I’M SO SORRY!!” Mikan cried. While you, Yukizome, and Ibuki tried to comfort her.

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“Alright, Class dismissed! See you tomorrow!” Yukizome announced. Everyone gathered their things and left, saying their farewells. You were the last person in the classroom with Yukizome. “Instructor.” You called to her. Her attention changed from the door to you. “Yes, Y/n?” She looked at you, curious. “May I ask why Nagito’s sick?”

“Ah.. Sadly, Komaeda’s butler didn’t mention to me why he was sick.” You nodded at her statement. “I see.. Thank you. See you tomorrow Instructor Chisa!” You both waved at each other before you left the classroom.

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You were in front of Komaeda’s home, mansion. You didn’t even tried to go back to your house and change. Ringing the doorbell, you patiently waited. You heard the door opening and saw one of Komaeda’s butlers. “Ah, Hello Madam/Sir L/n. Are you here to see Master Komaeda? He is sick.” The said butler bowed. You did a small bow and nodded. “Yes, Is he feeling better?” You asked, as the butler went to the side of the door, you went inside. (A/n: I suck at this.)

“I’m afraid not. His illness just got worse earlier this morning.” The butler sighed, escorting you to Komaeda’s room. “Though, I advise you to not get too close... Master might get worried of you getting sick. May I know the reason you came here Madam/Sir L/n?”

“I was worried when he didn’t came to school earlier and Instructor Chisa said he was sick so I thought on visiting him to check if he was okay. Maybe even take care of him for a while..” You admitted sheepishly, as you both passed other maids and butlers. Some even greeting you when they have noticed you. The butler let out a quiet chuckle.

“You and Master are very close. I know Master’s very happy of you being his close friend.” Then the two of you continued to walk to Komaeda’s room in comfortable silence. The butler opened Komaeda’s door for you and you gave him a small ‘Thank you’ and went inside the room.

“Oh, Do I have to take another me- Y/n?” Nagito looked at you with wide eyes. “Why are you here?” You stood in front of him and smiled. You first noticed him still in his pajamas. “I came to visit you here, Instructor Chisa said you were sick and I was worried. I thought I could also help you if I can.” You explained.

“No need- I have enough people taking care of me. I don’t need more people- especially you- to take care of me. You might get sick- I don’t want an ultimate risking their life just to take care of a trash like me.” You furrowed your brows at his words. Him? A trash? As much as you heard him say that you would never get used to it.

You stepped closer to Komaeda and held his hand. He tried to pry it away from you and move away to a safe distance but you held it tighter. “Nagito. How many times have I told you your not a trash? And I will also take care of you. Even if I get sick, at least it was worth it. Plus, didn’t I tell you I’ll be beside you no matter what?”

He covered his face with the blanket surrounding him. “It’s not worth it, Y/n. Please go home.” “No.” He sighed in defeat, lowering the blanket a bit so he could look at you. “Fine, you can ‘take care’ of me. But please keep a safe distance. I don’t want you getting sick.” You grinned and backed away, nodding.

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“Are you hungry, Nagito?” You asked him as you dipped the wet cloth and placed it on his head. “Hm....Mhm.. Please grab me food.” He grumbled. You nodded and quietly walked out of the door. But before you left, Komaeda said “And please tell them they can have an hour break, they’ve been working since the morning...” You hummed, telling him that you heard it and left, making sure that you closed the door quietly. 

You went to the kitchen and saw two maids cleaning. “Nice to meet you again, Madam/Sir L/n. How is Master Komaeda?” One of the maids asked. “Hello, Nagito’s feeling a bit better. Can you please make Nagito a snack? He’s hungry.” The maid nodded and began pulling out food from the refrigerator.

“You can go back to Master Komaeda’s room. We could bring the food there instead.” The maid suggested. You shooked your head and explained you want to be the one who gives Komaeda the snacks. “Oh, And Nagito said for all of you to take an hour break. He told me that you’ve been working since the morning. You all are such kind and hardworking people. Please tell the others to have a break too.” The maids lightly blushed and nodded, continuing their work. 

“How are you Madam/Sir L/n? It’s been a while since we have seen you.” The other maid tried to make a conversation. “I’m doing well. School’s the same but my grades are improving.” You stated with a proud smile. The maids only giggled in response.

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You were walking back to Komaeda’s room with a tray of foods on your hands. You were near his room until a maid noticed you and immediately volunteered on opening the door for you. “Thank you.” You said, giving the maid a small bow and went inside the room.

“Your still here?” He asked, looking at you questioningly. “Yep. I’ll probably leave at 6.” He quirked his brow in confusion. “It’s not 6 yet? It felt like hours ever since you left the room.” You placed the tray on the table beside the bed and helped him sit. Then sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Do you miss me that much?” You joked. You saw his face go on a deep red. “Of course! Your an Ultimate of course!” He exclaimed. “Hm? I feel like that’s not the only reason~” You said seductively slowly leaning to him and stopping until his inches away from you. “Y-Y/n... I’m sick remember? Please keep your distance..”

You backed away and giggled. “I was just joking with you Nagito. Your so fun to tease y’know?” You took a spoonful of the food on the tray. “Say ahh, Nagito.” “A-ahh?” He opened his mouth and you slowly began to feed him. “T-there’s no need to feed me, My Ultimate hope! I- I can feed myself. You don’t need to feed a tra-” You placed a finger on his lip that immediately shushed him.

“If you want this to end, you better cooperate or else your sickness will get worse.” You deadpanned. ‘But I don’t want this to end...’ Komaeda thought. He sighed and nodded. You continued feeding him, checking his temperature. Every few minutes, someone will go in the room to check on Komaeda.

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“You’re leaving already..?” He asked in an almost whined tone. You nodded sadly. “I have to, Nagito. My parents might get angry at me staying for the night.” He pouted. “Can- Nevermind... I’ll probably bother you... You can leave I guess... Good bye.” He said sadly. You looked at him and gave him a quick hug.

Taken aback by your action, he said, surprised. “I told you to keep a safe distance! You’ll get sick.!” You ignored his statement and gave him a smile. “See you tomorrow kay? Bye!”

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When you were walking towards your house, you remembered the cute pet name Komaeda told you earlier.

“My Ultimate hope huh?” You chuckled to yourself. “Cute..”

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[hongnanglen-arina]

The Ulzzang Project - Part 3 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre: a little fluff and angst, crack

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: well, not too angsty I guess but I didn’t re-read.. oh and alcohol consuming

Words: 3.3k

A/N: Hello hello! Sorry for the rather long wait! I thought it could spice it up if someone else is thrown into the pot hehehe (: as always, I’d be happy to know your thoughts about it. Please remember that English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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You tapped the pencil against your chin. Working on a presentation wasn’t your thing and especially the beginning was the most stressful part, always. A brainstorming sketch was on a sheet of paper in front of you and between the person you were with. It was nice to work on it at a public place and you loved to have cafe sounds in the background. That’s why you suggested this cafe in the first place. You’ve already finished on a couple of presentations here and the vibe this cafe was giving you helped a lot. But you weren’t sure if it was the right decision today - for this presentation. You couldn’t hear the familiar sounds of people talking and relaxing with the coffee machine preparing the next order. All you could hear was whispering. Loud whispering. And you could feel the stares shooting holes in your body from every angle possible.

“We should write down some notes for the first part. Hasn’t be too much. Like in 20 minutes we compare our notes and decide what’s best?” You tried to ignore the glares you got, looking at the boy in front of you.

Yoon Jeonghan.

Actually you liked your professor but his idea to team you up with Jeonghan for this statistics project was stupid. All your prayers that he would change his mind or that Jeonghan would complain so much that you would get a different partner were useless. After he saw who you were, he even insisted doing it with you and you didn’t understand why.

So you just settled with the thought of doing it. Not that you had another option anyways.

But all those girls who were watching you two made you uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

Your project partner leaned back. “I’m fine if you start. I’m sure your pretty head is very useful for this.”

Somehow it didn’t surprise you. His attitude was exactly like you had assumed after everything you head… and also after seeing his Instagram. Was this boy really of no use? Tall and handsome but an asshole? Although you weren’t surprised, you still had some hope that not all good looking people were bad. Best example, your best friend Wonwoo.

The thought of Wonwoo caused you to sigh. Yesterday at this time, you were sitting outside on a bench with your friends. You could even see the place from where you were stuck with Jeonghan if you looked outside the window. After you discovered the new post with Wonwoo’s text, your break was over and everyone left for their next subject. Up until now you weren’t sure what he meant with it. It had to be a joke. Just something to gain more followers and likes. Something fitting for your fake couple page. But why did it make your heart skip a beat when you first saw it? You didn’t know what to say to your best friend or how to address the topic so you thought you would let him take the first step, which hadn’t happened. It made you angry for no reason.

You sighed again. This time louder.

“Are you mad at me?”

Jeonghan’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “What?”

“You didn’t react when I was talking to you so I got worried.”

Quickly lowering your gaze, you flipped around an empty page, readjusting the pencil in your hand. “Oh no no, don’t worry. Everything’s okay. I already have some ideas for our project. Just give me a moment.”

The person in front of you smiled widely at your reply, which you missed out on because you were already scribbling down while your brain was working and distracting itself from your male best friend.

“Oh great! I can leave then, yes? Thank you y/n. We can discuss our project later. Maybe tomorrow, same time same place?” He got up from his chair and was about to turn around with a ‘bye’ when you stood up as well, calling his name.

“Yoon Jeonghan, let me remind you. This is a group project. A group project is supposed to be done as a group. In a group. You may decide who will focus on which part but what you just said sounded as if you expect me to do everything alone. Please tell me I’m wrong.”

He turned around to face you again, the smile still on his lips. “I knew your pretty head was useful. You got it absolutely right. I’m looking forward to the outcome. See you tomorrow then, y/n!”

He really was an asshole.

“Stop you little shit!”

Suddenly it was quiet around you but you didn’t care. You were angry.

“The fact that I was writing and actually trying to be productive wasn’t a hint for you to stand up and go away. I want to do this because I have to. No matter if you’re my partner or someone else. Knowing you better shows me that I would probably be happier with someone else that’s not as ignorant and dumb as you. I really hoped you would prove me wrong but it’s just the looks that you have. Everything else is bad. Anyways, if you leave now, I will talk to our prof and tell him about it. I won’t do it with you if you let me work alone. I will give you one more chance or I’m the one that’s off. So?”

Jeonghan looked at you with wide eyes. 

You were the first girl. The first that wasn’t following him. That wasn’t only agreeing to everything he said. The first girl that wasn’t head over heels for him.

You were different.

“So?” You repeated, slightly impatient. There were quite some places you would rather be right now than here with Yoon Jeonghan and is admires who were glaring at you for not treating him as the hottest and most wanted man on campus. Who came up with this nonsense anyways!?

“What.. do you… want me to do?” He finally asked you and the way he was standing in front of you seemed as if he was confused, scared even.

“The presentation. It has to be done. And for that, you and I will sit here and work on it.”

He slowly flops down on his chair again and for once you thought he looked cute but you quickly shook the thought off before sitting down again as well, taking your pencil again.

As you wanted to continue writing, you heard him clear his throat, causing you to look up from your paper. “What is it?”

“… can you give me a pen and paper?” 

It took you a second until you gave him the things he asked you for. Maybe he had nothing to write. Whatever the reason, you felt great that you made the ‘holy’ Jeonghan work on the project. Maybe he wasn’t an asshole after all.

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You sat on the floor, back resting against you bed as you took a sip of the new smoothie your mother made. There were too many ingredients, you could only remember it had apple, chia, spinach and banana in it. 

Without noticing, your sleepy mind trailed from how you were working on your presentation with Jeonghan to the boy from your shared Instagram account. There was still no message on your phone from him. Did he just write it underneath the post without a meaning? Were you the only one who was trying to read between the lines to understand what he might wanted to say?

Absentmindedly you grabbed your phone to catch up with the things you missed while being with Jeonghan the whole day after your classes. After seeing again that there was no new message from Wonwoo in you chat app - only one from Chan, asking you if you had seen the new choreography video of a dance team you two liked - you changed the app and scrolled through your Instagram feed. Nothing interesting nor new. On Wonwoo’s personal page was no update. On your shared one was no update. Bored, you clicked the like button on a photo of Dokyeom and his selfmade pizza which looked amazing and a photo of Hoshi’s tiger plushie with the text ‘horanghae’. 

Sighing, the thought of your friend still bothered you. It unusual for him to be this quiet all day. Maybe you should take the first step and just start a conversation? Casually? There was still a high possibility that he wrote the sentence without a meaning so why not say hi?

[Y/n] Hey, what’s up?

Was that casual enough?

2 Minutes passed. No response.

5 Minutes passed. Still no response.

“Why is he like this?!” You whined, letting yourself fall to the side so you were lying on the floor when your mother came into your room after knocking twice. 

“Are you alright dear? Are you exhausted from uni? Or is my smoothie bad?? You can tell me honestly, I won’t get mad, I promise.”

You pouted and mouthed ‘uni’ and she nodded understandingly. “Rest then. You know, if you need anything, tell me. I can cook your favorite dish or prepare dessert. I can read you a book or cuddle you to sleep-“

“Mom!”

She laughed and waved apologetic. “Understand. My little girl isn’t so little anymore. Just call whenever you need me. I’ll be in the living room watching my drama.”

You thanked her and watched her leave your room.

Automatically you looked at your phone again, opening Instagram. While you were working on your presentation with Jeonghan, you two exchanged numbers and followed each other on the app. You had an actually nice conversation and got to know him a little better. He wasn’t so snobbish as you though he would be.

Your eyes were glued on Jeonghan’s update from 2 hours ago. It was a photo of you how you were concentrated on writing down your part from your project, two milkshakes in front of you. His had less while your own drink was almost full and untouched because you had a rush of ideas and decided to write them down before it disappeared. You didn’t know he took a photo. That’s when you saw the text he added to the photo.

Interesting. She might become a candidate (:

A candidate for what?? Cocking your head to the side, you wanted to know what he meant with it when your phone chimed, telling you about a new message. When you saw that it was from Wonwoo, your fingers tapped faster to read it.

[Wonwoo] Bored to death. You?

[Y/n] Same. Park in 30? Crave ice cream…

Maybe you replied too fast but you didn’t care. You were just happy he was talking to you even though you weren’t sure why you were worried he wouldn’t. There was no issue between the two of you or was it?

[Wonwoo] Deal. See ya

Although you were relieved he replied and even agreed to seeing you but something in you was still worried for some reason. But you couldn’t deny the little excitement in the back of your mind.

After finishing your smoothie and making your mother happy with it, you complimented her before leaving the apartment to meet up with Wonwoo. Even though it was dark outside, the fact that you were going to meet your childhood friend made your mother worry less. She knew that he was a good person and if something scary would occur, he would defend or help you first. 

With the familiar cheers and wishes that ‘your mother would be overly happy if you two would finally get together as a couple’, you left your home and made your way to the little park. You wondered if Wonwoo was already there. 

While you were walking, your thoughts traveled to everything that happened over the last few days. 

Last weekend, when you decided to start your shared Instagram and act as an ulzzang couple just to see how many likes and followers you could get within a month. The seemingly normal texts under his posts that made your heart skip a beat. The way he babied you more than once which he had never done before. The overall vide he gave was different. You could still recognize your bestie but there was something that had changed but you weren’t able to tell why that was or what it caused. 

Then to uni. Your presentation with the infamous Yoon Jeonghan who you disliked from the second you were introduced to him through your friends and their knowledge about him. He was too handsome that he just had to be arrogant and ignorant. It turned out that he is from the outside but strangely after you scolded him in front of everyone else in the cafe, he was very nice and cooperative all of a sudden. He even told you that he would work on the middle part and you could go through it tomorrow. You still didn’t fully believe him so you might prepare something in case it was all a lie. But you could do that tomorrow. Today your priority was Wonwoo.

When you arrived at the park, he wasn’t there. Maybe you were too happy and walked too fast?

Looking around and making sure that he really wasn’t around, you slowly made your way to the swing and sat down, slightly moving back and forth with your feet on the ground and hands around the chains on each side. You looked down when out of nowhere fear crept up your spine. 

Oh your friends: the ‘what if’s’.

What if he was disappointed in you for whatever reason? Maybe for not texting him sooner? What if he was mad at you for not using your shared account? At least not as often as he did? What if he wasn’t happy about Jeonghan teaming up with you for the presentation? But then again, it wasn’t your decision. He couldn’t blame you.

You shook your head. Those questions should go away. 

You knew why they have appeared.

Because you missed your best friend.

And combined with the fact that you felt his attitude was different over the last week just added to your pile of anxiety. 

A soft tap on your shoulder caused you to snap out of your thoughts. Wonwoo was standing beside you with melon ice cream in his hands, offering you one.

“Heard you wanted ice cream?”

Immediately, you smiled at him, a warmth rushing through your body as you finally saw your friend again and him paying attention to you intensified the relieve.

“Thank you.”

You took one and started eating it while Wonwoo sat down on the other swing, both of you enjoying your ice cream in silence. The noises of your surroundings were kind of far away from you, looking for words to start a conversation.

Once you finished, you looked at the boy beside you, just to notice that he was looking at you too.

“I missed you,” you said in unison and the moment your brains progressed it, you two looked away sheepishly.

It was stupid, you had to admit. It only had been a little over 1 day that you haven’t seen your friend but because of the overall situation, you were were like this.

Again, you were looking for words to form a sentence and to distract yourself from the red cheeks. “W-what were you doing when I sent the message?”

His head turned back to you when he started to talk, “I was playing an online game but it wasn’t my day today. They always killed me with ease. Wherever I was hiding, whatever I thought was a good tactic, they found me and ended my sad life. Your message helped. What about you?”

“Did nothing. Well, complimenting my mother on her new smoothie?”

Suddenly Wonwoo was chuckling. “Sometimes I envy you for not living alone as I do.”

“You’re not alone. I’m literally always at your place.”

Your reply made Wonwoo sigh and you tried to figure out why he was feeling down all of a sudden, waiting for him to answer your silent question but he asked you something else, changing the topic.

“How is your presentation going?”

It took you by surprise but you decided to give him an honest answer, just being happy to have a topic to talk about.

“At first I hated Jeonghan but he’s okay. Really. After I got angry at him, he actually worked on it with me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he even volunteered to prepare the middle part. You know, the most important part of the whole thing. He also listened to me and-“

“You got angry at him?”

“U-uh… yeah. That dude wanted to leave me alone and don’t help with it. Can you imagine? He really thought he could get away with it. But not with me, ha!”

He chuckled again, seemingly approving your previous outburst of anger with the other.

While you were watching Wonwoo from the side and admiring his crunched laughter, you remembered his Instagram post and started chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Wonwoo didn’t notice your nervousness as he was shaking his head at the thought of you making a scene in front of his fanclub. He wished he would have seen it happening. Something told him that it wouldn’t be the only occasion for you to lose your temper with him and that he may see it the next time if he sticked to you more often.

“Wanna skip tomorrow’s morning lectures with me?”

The question left your lips faster than you could think and surprised you as well as him when you met Wonwoo’s expression, but his was quickly followed by a smirk.

“Do I smell a mario kart session with greasy food?”

“Yep.”

Hearing his amused snort made you happy for some reason and when he got up and held his hand out for you to grab and follow him, you did as he wordlessly asked and went to his place, hand in hand. Like you often did.

It seemed as if your anxiety was for nothing. He was the same when you arrived at his place, got out of your shoes and offered you a can of beer. He was the same when he asked you what you wanted to eat. He was even the same when he took the last bite of your dish without asking beforehand. And he was the same when he started a fight when he lost against you at mario kart 4 matches in a row. You felt as if it had been a decade since you laughed as much.

You made a mental note not to think too much again when it comes to your best friend.

After a while you two changed to more comfortable clothes as you opened your third can of beer, Wonwoo was on his fourth. That was exactly what you needed. Although it wasn’t the best decision but numbing your previous doubts and fears and enjoying the company of your bestie was the best right now.

“I love spending time with you y/n.”

Thanks to the alcohol in your system, you weren’t too shy to react to his words and felt kind of adventurous. “Thanks for the kind words but to be honest I expected to hear that you want to take your sexy photos now that I’m drunk.”

“Ha ha ah… you’re not completely wrong though.” Wonwoo readjusted his glasses and took a sip of his beer when you said, “Okay. let’s do this.” Your friend nearly choked on the alcohol but asked again what you just said, just in case he heard wrong.

“I said, let’s take those photos for our Instagram.”

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[seunhasyogurt]

post-timeskip atsumu x actress!reader

✩↣ soulmate!AU: Soulmate!au: physically feel the pain whenever your soulmate gets hurt. vice versa. (ah, I'm not good at explaining)

✩↣ a/n: no one proofread this so i may say that this will be poorly written and will edit out grammar mistakes or mistakes in general tomorrow.

✩↣ a/n 2: this was a wip from two months ago, which i just continued writing to get rid of my writers block, so again, halfway through this drabble will be poorly written.

✩↣ word count: 861

"Y/n!" You heard from a distance, turning around seeing someone walking fast towards you. "Hey, mister director! What brings?" You closed your eyes and waved at the so called Director, stopping in front of you, holding his knees, breathing heavily.

"H-here's the script for the next shooting!" Handing you stacked-stapled papers, "Oh! Thank you!" You took the script. "Oh and, when's the shooting?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'll just text you, but please memorize your lines as soon as possible!" The Director answered, still panting.

"Ah!" You closed your eyes, putting your hand on the bridge your nose, feeling pain, like something hit it hard, really hard. "Are you okay? Y/n?" The director looked at you, wearing a concerned face. You ignored the question, still holding your nose, breathing heavily by the pain, forcing your eyelids to close. The director is sure that you're not okay, so he decided to pat your back to make you a bit better, its the only way he can help at the moment. He knows that you've been feeling pain for the past couple of days, "Your soulmate seems to hurt themselves alot." He broke the only sound of you groaning and panting, still patting your back. "Well yeah, they might be in a fight or something, god." you pinched your nose to where it hurts, guess what, it made the pain even more worse. "Come on y/n, please rest and wait for that pain to fade." The director continued patting your back, "I'll drive you home."

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You woke up to your apartment, no one being there, remembering who drove you in. Covering yourself with your own blanket, waking up in your own cozy bed.

"Hm?" you heard ringing and vibrating, you looked at the table beside you, "Mr. Director?" You asked yourself as you pick up your phone, seeing the name displaying in your phone that you said seconds ago.

You answered the call, "Hello?"

"Ah y/n! You're awake!" Hearing the street sounds and a bit of the cars engines running through the phone.

"Is your nose fine now? Sorry if I have to leave early though, my niece got hit hard on accident so I had to leave immediately." The director added.

"Oh, it's okay! How long was I asleep?" Your eyebrows narrowed, in the need for answers.

"Not that long, you slept immediately when I put you on the bed." "OH! I also cooked curry for you, it's on the table at the kitchen!"

"Oh, thank you, and I hope your niece will be okay..!"

"Thank you, y/n. I gotta go now, bye and rest." He hung up. Your nose still hurts but it didn't hurt much compared to before.

You lay down again, unable to get off the bed, feeling your nose aching, making you have less energy to do something, anything.

After some minutes of just laying on the bed and consciously staring at the ceiling, you finally decided to get off bed and walked to the kitchen to eat the curry that the director cooked and left for you.

After some time your nose didn't hurt that much anymore, so you decided to watch tv. as you were watching your phone ringed. another call from the manager.

you picked it up, with the manager saying: ” hey y/n, can you come here at where you passed out? i think i just found your soulmate. ”

your eyes furrowed by the words the director have said. my soulmate?— you asked yourself. you never prioritized on finding the one, but if the director is serious about this then might as well know who this person is.

” ahh, okay i'll go there now. thanks for the curry again, mr. director ” you smiled as you were about to pick up your car keys, leaving your apartment, locking the door and dipped.

you arrived at the said place, you saw the director just right there with another person, with blonde messy hair, giving you off the bad boy sweaty guy vibe.

you were not impressed by your vision of the man who you assumed was the said soulmate. ” so uhm, I'm gonna assume that this is my soulmate? ” you said, worried.

” okay uhh, y/n.. can you feel this? ” he did a little nudge on the blondie's nose, he flinched and so did you. the director keeps lightly tapping atsumu's bruised nose, with you reacting the same as him.

” hey hey hey okay okay okay! we get it we're soulmates! ” you spread your arms to make the director stop ” ah great! ”

both you and atsumu narrowed your eyebrows, not only that you two just met, you two are also chosen as soulmates, making this situation a bit awkward.

” Y/n meet atsumu, pro-volleyball player and atsumu meet y/n a movie star and is also a cast in my upcoming film! ” the director giggled knowing two closest people he know, are made for each other.

atsumu raised his arm for a handshake, ” nice to meet you y/n. ”

you accepted the handshake, ” nice to meet you too, atsumu. ”

” so wanna hang out some time and get to know each other? ”

” sure, go heal that nose of yours first before we do so. ”

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #post-timeskip atsumu #atsumu miya x reader #fem!reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu x reader

[thecomfywriter]

Complex Worldbuilding pt 2

So! We’re at part 3 of this series. Hot damn. I swear I’ll try and keep this one a bit shorter. I’m not sure if I have much to ramble on in culture, to be honest, because a lot of it is based on your own interpretation and creativity. But, per usual, if you like this post, make sure to like this post. Reblog to show some ~spicy love~ and comment for any specifics or anything you have to say. Here are my plugs:

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And without further ado, let’s get into it.

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OKAY! So culture is one of my favourite aspects of worldbuilding because history. It is the aspect of worldbuilding that actually makes the world feel like home for your characters. It brings it to life, in my opinion, so nailing and detailing this part is probably the most important. Unfortunately, that also means a lot of that comes from you, so imma do my best to outline some things to make it a bit easier. 

Arts: 

How do people express their thoughts through art?

Is positive art more valued or more negative vibes? 

Is realism more valued or abstract art? 

Do people require creativity and originality in art or do they think it should capture the essence of the moment?

Landscapes? Portraits? Murals? Sculptures? Holograms? Moving imagery? Movies, if they exist? Abstract? Geometric? Retro? Animated? Cartoon? What’s the popular style?

What do different colours represent?

This sounds like a super specific and tedious question, but if you set colours up as symbols, you can actually do a lot with it

i.e. a variety colours are more expensive in my society because the dyes are harder to access (from another region), so only royalty wears a wide range of colour; the rest of society wear the cheaper colours, or none at all

Colours are used to show the wealth gap between the rich and the poor, as the main character in the book is a prince who changes his outfit every day to vibrant, beautifully coloured clothing. It is only when he makes an offhand remark about why everyone around him chooses to dress so dull that he realizes they all don’t have the same access to things he does 

Colours can also represent emotions

The first book in my series had colours expressing Aura’s. So when a person’s Aura was described as yellow, they were curious, cheerful, happy, filled with positivity, or bubbling with irritancy. When they were red, they were passionate, angry, remorseful, lustful, etc. Blue was guarded and secretive, etc. Grey was wisdom, etc. Depending on the shade and context, sometimes the readers were set out to figure what the colour meant on their own 

Colours can be used for history and culturally present/significant things!

Consider the name of colours. Navy blue because it was used in the navy. Wine red because that’s the colour of wine if the grapes are red. Army green because— you guess it! — the army. 

Adding historical significance to colours is honestly not at all necessary but it is fun

i.e. in my book, there is a shade of this electric, buzzing indigo, passionate and elegant and royal, and it is reserved only for royalty. Why? Because the colour is named after a gem, which is named after the first queen who wore that gem on her crown. Both the gem and that colour now have history, and there is now an emotion and power attached to both of those objects

What is art used for? What is its purpose in society?

In my book, art is used to express history, emotions and primarily religion 

You’ll find sculptures and frescos of the gods from the mythologies, or murals of the royals

It is used to honour something in society, and to give it significance and value 

ALSO, art is considered necessary because of religion 

There is a belief that art must be blessed from the temples and kept within each person’s home in order to please the gods. If there is a home without art, the gods will take offense and bring misfortune to that household

Whether it's true or not does not take the value of art away. It might even be a scam for the religious and artist sector to profit more, but regardless, that's what the people in that faith believe in, so that is the purpose decor plays in society 

Music: 

Is it considered art? 

What genres?

When is it played?

Who is it for? 

What is the difference of music between populations?

Fashion: 

Current trends? 

Past trends?

Fashion statements?

Difference based on socio-economic class?

Different fashion articles?

Pant styles 

Top styles 

Accessories 

Tattoos and piercings?

Other important articles 

Language: 

I was actually gonna do an entire post on how to make a fictional language… but anyways! 

What language do they speak? Is it real or fake?

Develop a little bit of a lexicon for you to refer back to 

What grammar style do they use?

What’s their sentence structure (SVO?)

Common words?

How is language different amongst different populations?

Socio-economic status? 

Education levels 

Dialects?

Regional accents? 

Slang?

Is slang considered bad or rude?

What is profanity like? Does it exist? Is it frowned upon 

As a Punjabi, LOL profanity is so much fun 

You get to swear in your accent and it rolls off the tongue better than any other dialect, I feel, just because Punjabi’s already have such loud voices and passionate tones, so to everyone else it sounds like we’re always angry, when in fact we’re not 

Profanity is sometimes used in languages as terms of endearment or casual names ; differentiate between the two or whether that difference even exists 

How has this language evolved over time?

Again, this is totally extra LOL but its fun 

In my book, the official language of the kingdom is called Gich, but Galka is the tongue of magic and dragons, so it has outlasted Gich

The evolution of language goes as follows: Old Galka —> Modern Galka —> Gich 

Therefore, the alphabets and some words are different 

Sciences: 

What are different branches of science?

Biology?

Chemistry?

Physics? (there are your big three)

Magic?

Medical Sciences?

Social Sciences?

Psych

Anthro

Socio

Geography?

Quantum Physics?

Space Science! 

Interrelated branches of science?

Technological sciences?

Who studies these sciences?

How specialized are they?

Are they valued in society?

How educated do they have to be, if at all?

How credited are they?

Are they supported by society?

The government?

Religion?

What is the role of science in society?

How does it play a part in culture?

In history?

In faith?

In daily life + practices (i.e. hygiene)?

In technological advancements?

In expansion??

To the environment?

Technology:

Types of technology 

military / weaponized technology 

Research and informational 

Internet 

Communication 

Innovative (daily life use i.e electric toothbrushes) 

transportation

Technology and magic— are they integrated?

How does this affect the world?

What is the consequence of these advancements?

Is it more destructive or assisting?

Who develops this technology?

How accessible is it?

Is it only for some classes or is it accessible to all?

History:

AHHH i’m so excited for this 

How did this civilization come to be?

What are their origins? 

How does mythology/faith play a role in this 

How have they evolved/expanded?

What are some significant events from history?

How does that affect the current (political) climate of the world today 

How is history remembered/recorded 

Oral history

Music

Storytelling (+who tells these stories? Do they have a specific role or it it a familial thing)

Written history 

Transcripts 

Records 

Books

History books

Pictures 

How is history different in the eyes of different perspectives?

Biases 

Winners vs loser 

Patriotism 

Include alliances, enemies, wars, battles, forging/rising civilizations, innovative technology, trade, expansion etc

i.e. in one of my books, there is a huge world war that happened that forged all of the current politics and laws and magic of their current world 

Originally, magic was outcasted and punished with death if caught, but during this war, the supernaturals of the world rose up and overthrew many weak government when they were vulnerable, and instead started executing humans 

For this reason, the world no longer has humans in it, and humans are banned as a whole; only supernaturals can live here 

Also, the alliances that were formed in this war dictate the trade systems and thus the resources of each country; it also dictates the political power and the subtle animosity within different countries 

When the plague occurred in one country, it spread to all the nations it was trading with, thus crippling all their economies and nations 

Okay, imma cut it off now, but I will do the last part soon! Bye all! 

Happy Writing :)

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Salvere: Chapter 2

A/N: I apologize that these chapters are somewhat short, I'm trying my best :)

Word Count: 1,540 CW(s): mentions of nausea

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Yamaguchi sat on his bed, legs crossed and school work scattered around him in an arc. Textbooks, loose papers, and pens were sprawled across his covers. He had been attempting to study for English for hours, but his mind was racing, prohibiting him from even attempting his school work.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking. “Tadashi?” the melodic voice of his mother called.

“Upstairs.” he shouted back. He could hear his mother shuffling, most likely removing her shoes and coat. Footsteps began to approach the stairs, followed by the creaking of their old wooden staircase. His mother popped her head through the doorway.

“How’re you feeling?”

Tadashi shrugged in response. “The same.” She nodded in acknowledgement. He watched as she made her way into his room, pushing aside scattered papers so she could sit next to him.

She ran her fingers through his hair as she spoke, “So I was able to get a doctor’s appointment-” he immediately opened his mouth in protest but she raised her hand in a silencing gesture, “and you’re going to go.” Yamaguchi slightly deflated. Going to the doctor meant accepting something was wrong, and he was still hoping that he’d wake up after months of feeling ill and finally be okay again. A part of him didn’t want to know what was wrong out of fear, but the other part was desperate to have an opportunity to fix his ailing body.

“Tadashi?” his mother’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked over to her and could see the expression that had become all too familiar to him: worry.

“Okay.” he acknowledged his mother’s earlier statement. She sighed, stood up, and made her way to the doorway where she paused. “I love you, Tadashi.”

“Love you too mom.”

He flopped backwards into his pillows, suddenly incredibly tired. He felt horrible that he had to visit the doctor knowing that bills existed and volleyball equipment was an expense already beginning to burden his mother. He eyed his sports bag in the corner of his room. It felt like it was mocking him, laughing at the money they spent on it and its contents only to have the sport ripped right out of his hands. The urge to cover the bag began to overwhelm him, so he removed his sweatshirt and tossed it across his room, it landing atop the bag. He breathed a sigh of relief when it was no longer clearly visible.

He turned his head to face the ceiling. There, above him, were the old glow-in-the-dark stars he had forced Tsukishima to help him put up when they were younger. In an attempt to steady his mind, he dug into the back of his brain for the constellations they had placed. He raised his arm and traced the shapes of Ursa Major and Minor with his finger, dragging it along until he found Leo, and Lynx, and then he couldn't remember the rest of the names.

“You’re pointing at Draco.” Yamaguchi snapped his head to the side and of course, there leaning against his doorway was Tsukishima, “or so I’m assuming. And your mom said I could come up. Before you ask I haven’t been standing here long.” The blonde righted himself and made his way to Yamaguchi’s bed. He moved Yamaguchi’s papers to the floor, and laid down next to the other boy. “Over there is Gemini,” he explained, pointing as he spoke. “And by that is…” Tsukishima’s voice trailed off in Yamaguchi’s head. No longer was he staring at the ceiling, but instead at his best friend’s features. His eyes grazed up the sharpness of his jawline, he looked to his eyes and traced the slope of his nose. Sometimes he forgot just how beautiful Kei was.

Yamaguchi could remember back when they were children, lying in the grass and looking through Kei’s telescope. He could practically hear the sound of laughter as fireflies buzzed around them. Kei always compared them to stars you could hold in your hand.

He thought back to when they first put the stars up in his room. He had begged his mother to buy him the stick-on stars and promptly invited Tsukishima to help him. His friend had showed up with a reference book and a grin, and together they got to work planning out the constellations that would fit on Yamaguchi’s ceiling. Kei was determined to have it be accurate, leading him to check, double check, and recheck again.

“Are you even listening?” Tsukishima tapped the center of the other boy’s forehead, effectively pulling Tadashi out of his memories. He realized he had been staring, and with a warmth to his face he looked away.

“Sorry, Tsukki. I was just remembering when we put those up.”

“Oh, yeah. I remember. You had trouble reaching the ceiling so I had to put most of them up.”

“It’s not my fault you’re freakishly tall!” Yamaguchi laughed. He could sense Tsukishima rolling his eyes, followed by the sound of the bed creaking under the taller boy’s weight as he shifted to face Yamaguchi. Tadashi couldn’t help but flush under his friend’s gaze.

“Are you okay?” Kei’s soft words fell like feathers onto Yamaguchi’s ears. He was being quiet, as if sharing a secret.

“I don’t know,” Yamaguchi responded honestly in the same hushed tone, “I know I’m going to the doctor in the next couple of days but I’m torn. On one hand I want answers because answers means treatment, but going to the doctor means accepting something is wrong when I don’t want anything to be wrong.” Yamaguchi darted his eyes to the right, momentarily interlocking glances with the same intimacy as holding hands. He wanted to look away, afraid of his own impulsivity at this small distance, but he was so engulfed in the concept of Tsukishima that he didn’t dare look away. “I don’t want to be dramatic but what if I can’t play volleyball? I’ve also been missing some classes from getting sick so what if I fail? I guess I’m just kind of lost and confused and I want things to go back to how they were but at the same time I know it’s impossible but I’m terrified of what the future holds.” Tsukishima nodded. It was obvious he didn’t know how to respond, and he could tell Yamaguchi wasn’t expecting him to.

A song loudly began to play from behind Tsukihima’s head, and a groan from the blond quickly followed. “It’s your phone,” he said. Yamaguchi sat up and reached over Tsukishima’s body, quickly recoiling back as soon as he grabbed his phone from embarrassment of the position they were almost in. A part of him wanted to stay close and over Tsukishima, but in an effort to fight that urge he reeled back, effectively smashing his head against his wall. Tsukishima couldn’t help but snicker as Yamaguchi rubbed the back of his head. Tadashi looked down at the caller ID. ‘Suga.’

“Hey, Suga.”

“Hey, Yamaguchi!” he could hear another voice in the background but it was hard to pinpoint who’s it was, “I was just wondering how you were doing.”

“Oh. I’m fine. Tsukishima’s actually over right now so..”

“So you don’t want to talk? I got it. Well if you need anything just now the whole team is here for you. Bye!”

“Bye.” Yamaguchi hung his head and let out a sigh as soon as he heard the line drop. Tsukishima nudged him, causing him to look up. Tsukishima quirked an eyebrow, a silent question of ‘what happened’.

“Suga was just checking on me, and I get why but having everyone wanting to keep an eye on me has never felt so frustrating. It feels like everyone is handling me like glass, like if they don’t protect me I’ll shatter. I’ve just gotten sick a couple times-” Tsukishima gave Yamaguchi a look, “okay, multiple times, but I’m not dying.” Yamaguchi lowered his head again, his voice following suit. “It’s just so frustrating to know that for most of my life I’ve felt invisible, but the moment something seems to be wrong with me and I want to be invisible, suddenly all eyes are on me.” Tsukishima nodded once more in acknowledgement, although this time the brunette didn’t see it.

“You know,” Yamaguchi turned his head to face Tsukishima who unexpectedly spoke, “I rarely ever see you this frustrated.” A smirk played against his lips. Yamaguchi couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

“Shut up, Tsukki.”

“You’re stealing my line.” Yamaguchi couldn’t help but laugh again at the comment.

“What made you come over anyways?” Tadashi changed the subject.

“I saw you struggling with english earlier so I thought I’d come help.”

“Thanks, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi was delighted for his best friend and the help he offered. The shorter boy slowly made his way off his bed, making sure to climb over Kei, and eventually found himself sitting on the floor with his school books. Tsukishima soon followed. He thumbed open the book and began to explain the material, “Okay so first what you’re going to want to know is these grammar rules.”

And for a moment, Yamaguchi Tadashi felt normal again.

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2. A HERO OF EVERY RANDOM GIRL

One long while later, Julia sat in a train, stuck between her own backpack, the ancient rusty bike frame and the not so ancient Dave.

She was thirsty, sweaty, probably smelled worse than she could imagine (which wasn't a compliment at all), exhausted and a little bit annoyed but still in somehow good mood. There were only nine of them left now, sitting in a train from Redding to Portland, including herself, Dave, both Jack's, a way-too-sweet-and-cheesy couple, and three other guys. The rest of the great group she had met in the inn said their goodbyes to the most of their members on a way to Redding, making Julia stand by and watch everyone saying their hurried seeyousoooon's, patting each others shoulders and giving friendly, firm hugs and handshakes for nearly half an hour. As Julia stood by and later, when she remembered the small details over their long, boring train ride, she couldn't think of one person she had known back home she could possibly might want to give a hug and promise she'll see them soon somewhen again, let alone someone from America. Dave, whom she knew for a day was at that time probably one of the people who got the closest to her, which speaks for itself.

She was getting too lost in her own thoughts when Jack brought her back to reality with his rather loud, drunken exclamation:

"Fuck man, my woman better be there, 'cause I ain't..-" he hiccupped, gave a though to the possibility the sound might have come from someone else, abandoned the thought and finally found out he had no idea where he left off.

"We know, darling boy," Dave interrupted, "you got no more patience with these stinky trains, and stinky bikes with fuckin' leather seats that get all sucked to your ass when you try to sit on them for a while, and stinky.. well, I guess I made my point. We've already heard all that, man. Maybe calm down."

Dave watched him for a while with a clearly exhausted look on his face, then turned to Julia and shrugged his shoulders.

"He's just tired, as we all are," she pointed out.

Dave nodded, then leaned closer to her, if it even was physically achievable.

"Irons told me earlier today we'll have to head up to Seattle pretty soon."

Julia waited for some other information to follow, then urged him with a little nudge.

"We'll take a detour from Portland, to drive some fellas back to where they belong, and then return these stinky bikes to their rightful owner."

"Why do you have them anyway?"

"You know, it hasn't come to that yet. Or, it has, I just wasn't there when it happened, so I don't have all the information," Dave trailed off, then remembered what he was saying, "you see, it should work like that: When the guy who check's the tickets comes, we ain't got any tickets, so he'll-"

"-WE DON'T NEED NO TICKETS!"

Julia and Dave both turned just in time to see Jack Irons gesture wildly to a small, old lady who seemed to be just the person they were talking about.

"We're here on bikes. We got these unlimited tickets for train rides. For one month. With bikes. Yes, we payed for them on the train station. There's the price down there. Yes, there really is such option."

The lady didn't seem to comprehend what he was saying, so he tried again.

"See these bikes? We got a ticket, which we bought and paid for at the train station, that allows us to travel, for one month straight, whichever train we choose, as if we had bought the ticket for exactly this train. It was an offer for bikers and hitch hikers and god knows who else. Yes lady, we I got the ticket right there," Jack explained.

The poor lady finally resigned and made her way to the next couple of passengers. Jack turned to us, held his thumbs up and grinned.

"Yeah, that's what I was saying, right there, " Dave added matter-of-factly. Julia chuckled a bit, giving the leather seat a friendly pat. She thought of the lady telling the story to her daughter, waving with her hands all around and wearing an outraged and somewhat still confused expression. She envied the lady for knowing where she was going, and she envied Dave and Jack and Jack and the other people for knowing where they were going. She'd like to know too, or to have someone make that decision for her. But all she knew was she might and might not go to Seattle, or Montana, or Alaska, or she might and might not leave the group wherever their next stop is.

She came to America just the same way. She didn't mind, but it did annoy her now and then a little, just like now.

"D'you know any drinking games?" Jack asked. There were a few suggestions, but unfortunately they had to wait. Obviously the train just stopped in Portland, where Irons should have his van parked, waiting for taking a detour to Seattle.

They got off, said bye to Jack, who was way too drunk to properly understand there was already his girlfriend waiting for him, and found Jack Irons's van. It was once white, had only 6 seats and a big trunk. They managed go fit all their backpacks and two bicycles in there, then quickly seated Julia on Dave's knees (just temporarily, as she was assured) and the same procedure repeated with the one couple in their group.

Soon, there were eight of them in the van, listening to a cassette record from some Seattle band Green River, a band Julia had never heard of but was obviously well known to the rest, chatting and playing one of the games that had been suggested earlier, but without the drinking part.

Julia didn't participate at first, but when the couple got off some half an hour later, she decided to play truth or dare with the rest.

"Soo..what do you do for a living?" Dave tilted his head as it was his time to give a question to Julia.

"You mean, apart from having obviously no job?"

He nodded seriously.

"I was working on becoming a tattoo artist back home. Worked in a studio since I turned 18, it's like the 21 here in America. Started tattooing when I was 16, so I had some experience. I also worked as a part-time waitress, to earn enough money to pay my rent and save some little extra."

"So you're a real tattoo artist then?"

She nodded, glad they didn't seem to mind.

Now, it was Dave's turn and he wisely chose a dare, because, as he said "why fucking not".

"I dare you to get a tattoo of our very own design when Julia gets a place in some studio," Irons said calmly.

Everyone else nodded enthusiasticly and expectantly turned their heads to Julia.

"Woah guys, I don't even know if someone will have me.."

"Of course they will, we leave you at someone's doorstep in Seattle and come back in two months to get the tattoo done."

She turned unbelievably to Irons, then to the rest of them.

"You're not joking, are you?"

"No. You want to go to Seattle?"

Julia hesitated. Did she want to go to Seattle? Did she finally have a direction, a destination for a while? Did she want one?

"I guess I do," she exhaled.

Loud cheering came, then one of the men returned their attention to the previous topic:

"I suggest you get a limp dick with some nice tribal pattern tattooed."

That started a very soulful discussion:

"Man, how could I-"

"How 'bout a teddy bear?"

"A vacuum?"

"Get a lacy panties, dude."

"Why not just some text?"

"Yeah, tribal limp dick in a very stylish, pink letters."

"That's sick man, one hell of a tattoo."

"Fuck off, assholes."

"So the panties, right?"

The conversation continued for a while, leaving Julia stunned at how stupid some ideas could be. After a while, Irons summoned some notebook and a pen and got Dave to describe his vision of the tattoo.

"I want a space to be there, some astronaut with stars and planets and all that shit. Uhh should represent, like, how great our mind can be..."

Julia started sketching, somehow feeling this design is going to be great.

"Oh, and one planet's gonna wear lacy panties, like, pink or purple or something," one of the guys interrupted.

"And the astronaut's gonna wear sunglasses, that'll do great man."

"He'll be floating near the she-planet."

"And there'll be, like, a galaxy and Uranus and everything in the background."

"Uranus? That's just disgusting, man."

"Oh and some text above it, like Girl power, or Ladies night."

"In pink! Make it match to the panties!"

"What happened with the vacuum?"

"How about 'Girls night in the vacuum'?"

"That's stupid."

"Well, it'll match you, perfect. Asshole."

"No, it's great, come on man."

"Girls night in the vacuum?"

There was a collective "Yeaaaaah" of approval and Dave sank defeated in his seat.

Some minutes later Julia finished her drawing and showed it to the rest of them. Dave's face lightened up, Irons held his thumb up and the rest cheered and screamed and compliment each other.

"I'll buy that picture from you, to torture him with it," Irons said finally.

"What?"

"Yeah, it's good."

"I mean, you can have it for free.. but, out of curiosity, what would you trade it for?"

Irons smiled knowingly, then, in an offhand manner, he noted:

"A place in Seattle. I know a guy who might be looking for a roommate."

Julia grinned wildly, then pushed the paper in his hand, together with a loud peck on a cheek.

"You, mister, are a hero of every random girl you pick up in California," she exclaimed and met with other round of cheers.

Author's note: I'll try to post my own version of the tattoo design somewhen soon (hopefully). Yeah anywayy hope you liked it, it's got like 1 (ONE) note so it's already exceeded my expectations 😂😍 In the next chapter I want to finally have some MLB/Pearl Jam content so the storyline can get somewhat less random! also sorry for any grammar errors, I'm not a native speaker and I'm too lazy to look up every second word or proof read so..

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The Yandere Nurse

[Oneshot/Imagine]

Pairing: Mikan Tsumiki x Reader

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Summary: When you first met Mikan, you had a bad feeling but you brushed it off. She was starting to get clingy as time passes by. Telling you stories about ‘her’. Slowly, she decided on keeping you away from the others. So she made a liquid to syringe you to forget people. After adding the liquid in your arm, you now forgot about everything. Starting a new life. Mikan was the first one to introduce herself. Others thought it was the despair disease, but your forehead wasn’t burning. Mikan decided on secretly kidnapping you. Then killing you and herself. For you to meet ‘her’ and finally live together. 

Warning: Swearing, some wrong grammars, mentions of needle, reader getting amnesia, mentions of blood, reader murdered, not the same as the original (Maybe) since i haven’t watched it. Mentions of Mikan constantly touching reader (Like hands, shoulders, thighs, etc.) Slight Nsfw, Trigger warnings, murder and suicide,

Genre: Angst, little fluff, yandere Mikan, 

Keys:

Y/n- your name, L/n- last name,

Reader: Female

Made by: ??? (Please tell me who owns this art so i could credit them!)

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You woke up in a empty classroom. No one was there with you. That was weird... You didn’t remember coming here in the first place.

As you roamed around the classroom, gathering your previous memory. It was when you were near the door. You were going to go inside when something had knocked you out. 

You heard noises when you left the classroom. You slowly tip toed to the door and pressed your ear onto it to hear the people talking.

Opening the door since you thought it was fine. The door creaked, turning the attention to you. 

“Were all 17, Correct?” The guy with glasses asked, eyes not leaving you. Mikan felt butterflies. 

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After being in an island for 2 hours. You plopped onto your bed, tired on walking and introducing yourself to everyone you previously saw. You then heard knocking at your door. You groaned. 

“Coming!” You told them. You lazily stood up and walked to the door. When you opened the door, it was no other than Mikan. She looked at the floor. Her face flushed pink.

“What is it Mikan?” You asked her. Trying not to be rude since she disturbed you. “I-i’m sorry if i d-disturbed you o-or a-anything. i just wanted to know i-f you’d like to h-hang out-” Slowly, her voice became a whisper. “IF Y-YOU WANT TO O-OF COURSE!” You flinched at the sudden loudness she had. “I-i’m s-so so- sorry!!!!” She turned the other way and began to run away. But you caught her wrist before she had done something. “Sure. I’d like to.” Mikan perked up at the answer. This is great!

“Good! Let’s go now!” She says excitingly as she took your hand and began to drag you to the places you went earlier. 

You couldn’t help but feel uneasy about her. When she first came to your door, she was shy. But after agreeing to her offer, she gained confidence almost immediately. 

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Each day, Mikan kept on clinging at you. Asking if she could come with you when your going somewhere. 

You barely have enough space to breath. She always sits near you. Too close. Always touches your hands without permission. Even she made you uncomfortable. You couldn’t tell her to go away since you might hurt her feelings.

There are also pros. She would always defend you when you seem suspicious. She would immediately nurse you when you have injuries, an excuse on keeping contact with your skin. While with the others, she would walk her way to her room to grab the first aid.

Who ever looks at you will die. When she keeps getting bullied by Hiyoko, she would cry and come to you for comfort. Excuse for cuddling and hugging you. 

You flinch at her cold skin. She purposely trips on you. She loves you. She’s giving you hints! Love her too please!

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One time, when she asked you to have a sleepover at her place, you reluctantly agreed. Hoping nothing bad will happen. 

You went to her dorm before the night announcement. Just as she said. You knocked at her door. Silence... Then you knocked once more. You heard a click meaning the door is opening. As the door opens, you saw Mikan in her same clothes.

“Ah! Y-you came! Good thing... I was worried you might ignore such a ugly peasant like me...” 

“No! no! Your not ugly Mikan! Your beautiful!” She blushed at your words. She took hold of your hand and welcomed you in her room.

After some talking, both of you lied on the bed. You tried to distance yourself from her. You were very uncomfortable when someone breaks your comfort bubble. To your dismay, you were at the edge of the bed. Meaning that you couldn’t more further. She wiggles her way next to you. Shoulders touching. 

You ignore her talking about ‘her’ or whoever she is. You tried your best on passing out and sleep. 

“- That’s how i love her!- Y/n, a-are you listening?” She looked at you with worry and confusion. You ignore her as you look at the ceiling. 

She pouts. “Y/nn!” She whines this time. Holding your arm. Silence once again. That made her pissed. Don’t ignore her while she’s talking to you! 

“Y/n!” She shouted. You looked at her with wide eyes. Heart racing as her voice was filled with venom. 

“Were you listening?” She asked you in a sweet voice this time. Your guts tell you to run and leave but you ignored the gut feeling. Again, you didn’t want to break the nurse’s fragile heart and leave her. 

“No..... Can you- repeat it?” You asked watching her expression. You were expecting an angry Mikan telling you to listen but you got was a smile while she talked about her and her love. 

You listened this time. Her love died and she wanted her to live again. But why was Mikan clingy to you? Wasn’t she supposed to be like that to her love life?

You wanted to ask her the questions swirling around your head. As she continued to talk. More and more unanswered questions come to your head. 

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You slept on her other rambles about ‘her’. When Mikan asked you a question, you didn’t answer so she looked at you. Her eyes softens and hearts float around her. 

“Your going to be ours Y/n... Mine and hers. She will love you....!” She murmured as she caress your cheek. She hugged your sleeping form tightly before sleeping herself. Smiling.

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The next day, she holds your hand as you woke up. “Good morning lo- Y/n!” She greeted, you did the same. As you both went to where the others were, she purposely dragged you away from the others and told you to stay still. You watched her as she got food for both of you. 

You sat at a chair, greeting the others who greeted you.

She came back with healthy food. She insisted on feeding you but you declined. She frowned at the answer but brushed it off. ‘Both of you with her will be lovers. That matters.’ Mikan nodded to herself as she thought of a plan of keeping you away from the others. Since their just going to keep you away from her grasp.

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“If i could just make something that makes Y/n forget everything, she’ll be ours my love! Ours!” She looked at the moon as she drooled of the thought of having 2 wives. “Now... How could i do that? It’ll be so hard to find the ingredients..” She sighed. 

Then Monokuma came out of nowhere. “No problem with that!” He exclaimed. She yelped. “H-huh??!” 

“I’ll give you the ingredients on the certain liquid you’d like! Then just syringe it to Y/n then. Poof! They forgets everything!” He explained. Mikan looked at him confused, why was he helping her? 

“W-what do you want in r-return?” She asked. “Oh nothing. I just want to see and watch! It’s great content!” He laughed to himself.

“So deal?” He handed his paw to her. “Deal.” She shooked his paw. “Great! Then i’ll give it to you tomorrow at 10 at night! Bye.” He waves then left in a blink of an eye. 

‘Well, that was easy.. I guess that’s settled!’ She laughed maniacally as she think of you clinging to her.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The next night at 10, Monokuma waited as Mikan was running towards him. “Geez, you’re late. Here take this. Bye!” Then in a blink of an eye, he was gone.

Mikan looked at the palm of her hands which the ingredients are lying on. She smiled. Nothing will ruin her plan. 

She jogged her way back to her dorm. Impatient into making you hers. She immediately placed the ingredients on the table as she grabbed everything she needed. 

After adding the ingredients inside a bowl, she mixed it. The liquid’s color turned into black. She looked at it in admiration. Her smile wicked. She placed it in a container then went to sleep.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You heard knocking when you were brushing your teeth. “Cwominghh!” You exclaimed, knowing it was Mikan. 

You opened the door to see the person who always was there. Mikan. “G-good morning Y/n!” She greeted, happier than normal. Which was weird. “Good morning.” You greeted back. “Come in, you could stay here for a while.” You added. She happily nodded. 

She stepped in your room. The room tensions. You felt it. You had a bad feeling about this.. You shrugged it off.

You continued to brush your teeth as she looked at you creepily. You tensed at her stare so you closed the door. She frowned. ‘... Oh well. You can hate me whenever you’d like. You’ll be mine sooner anyways.!’ She thought.

After grooming and stuff, you went out to the bathroom. You were going to walk out the door with Mikan but she pinned you. 

“This is for your own good Y/n! You’ll be ours! Ours and ours only! I know ‘She’ approves of you! Your talent, you personality.... You’ll help us! We’ll be lovers! Maybe even more!-” She drooled. As she held a syringe with a black liquid in it. 

“You’ll love her for sure! One day, sooner or later- You’ll finally meet her! She’s beautiful! Just like you!” She looked at you with heart eyes. “And this syringe will make you forget everything! Even your family!” The word ‘family’ made you squirm. As you try on getting out, Mikan only adds more weight making it more harder for you to escape.

“Stop squirming you bitch! You’re mine! YOU’RE OURS! Now hold still damnit!” She shouted at you. Somehow, the others have not heard Mikan’s shouts.

She stabbed your right arm, injecting the liquid. You cried loudly at the pain. “STOP! STOP IT!!” You cried.

“MIKAN!!! MIKAN!!!” 

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.......

Now silence. ‘Who is.... Mikan?’ You asked yourself. You looked at the girl whose pinning you, confused. “Who.. Are you?” You asked confused. 

‘It worked.... IT WORKED!’ She grinned. “I-i’m Mikan. Mikan Tsumiki!” She exclaimed, happy it worked. “Nice to meet you. I’m...... I’m...” 

“You’re Y/n L/n! I know!” She smiled at you. You looked at her alarmed. How could you even forget your own name, but she knows it. You never even know her by memory or anything at all..

She stood and helped you stand up. Then she dragged you. “Where are we going?” You asked. “Where the ‘others’ are!” She said in a sickenly sweet tone. That made you shiver.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“Good morning, Y/n, Mikan.” Hajime greeted. You looked at him confused. “Who are you?” Hajime looked taken aback, so did everyone else. “Who all are you?” 

“Ufufufufu~” A voice laughed. You looked around to find the source but failed. “I guess they have despair disease!” A robotic bear, half white, half black. The thing that made you hide in fear is his eye. 

“Despair disease?” 

“Yep! A Reaaaally annoying disease where you get a high fever, along with various other symptoms that are full of despair!” He answered. “Nagito Komeada was afflicted by the Liar Disease, Akane Owari had the Coward Disease, and Ibuki Mioda had the Gullible Disease.”

“And Y/n?” Someone asked. 

“Oh, they have the despair disease too! Forgetful Disease! Making them forget about everything!” He played along. Which Mikan silently thanked for.

Hajime touched everyone who has the despair disease. Everyone except for you had high fever. “Hey, Why doesn’t they have hot feve-” Monokuma left. 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You laid on a hospital bed, confused. ‘Why am i here? Despair disease? I don’t have high fever.’ You checked your forehead and you were correct. You don’t have despair disease. Do you? 

Night time, Mikan decided on hiding you in her room. To finally let you meet her. It’ll be great! ‘She’ll love you as she loved Mikan!

Mikan quietly carried you to her dorm with all of her might. Then she took a knife in one of the kitchen. Luckily everyone was asleep. So she stabbed you multiple times. Until you weren’t breathing anymore. You felt your chest hurt. Tears fell as you feel pain through your chest. 

After a few minutes of stabbing, she could finally confirm you died since you have no more pulse left. She looked at your helpless corpse. She smiled then began on stabbing herself until she was weak to stab herself. 

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[threeletterslife]

chana, what are some of your pet peeves while reading a story? like things such as bad grammar. btw i love your works!!

god i love this question so much. and thank you for reading! 🥺🥺🥺i really appreciate the love!

i’m seriously going to sound like a grumpy ol’ bitch saying this but i have a LOT of pet peeves lol. i have such specific, meticulous taste that it’s hard for me to find stories (internet fics and irl books alike) that pertain to my weirdass standards 😀

quick disclaimer! just because i don’t like some of these popular/infamous/adored tropes doesn’t mean they’re not bad at all! remember, i’m just rEALLy picky! here goes:

fake dating. (i hate it. i can’t stand it when a story’s main idea is fake dating. i just can’t seem to understand why anyone would want to fake date. the scenarios always seem so bs-ed or middle school-esque to me. but someone is always welcome to prove me wrong.)

bad grammar. (this one speaks for itself. i can’t stand bad grammar. this doesn’t mean i’ll jump on you if you make oNE little mistake <because, i mean, we’re all human, you know>. but if the grammar mistakes are consistent... and far too many... i will be pissed 😀😀😀) honorary mention common mistakes: every day vs everyday; your vs you’re; .” vs ”. ; affect vs effect; anymore vs any more; their vs they’re vs there; lay vs lie; except vs accept; then vs than; -- vs —

bland/generic y/n. (i love writing in 2nd pov. but just because this ‘y/n’ character doesn’t technically have a name... doesn’t mean... she isn’t allowed to have a personality. a bland or mary sue-type y/n with zero dimension can single-handedly deter me from reading the rest of the story. remember, y/n deserves a personality too 😭😭)

starting the story with “I woke up in my bed after hearing my eomma call my name from downstairs.” (this is just a very specific pet peeve of mine that triggers my fight or flight. i’m blaming this on wattpad.)

using honorifics and romanized korean. (this is going to be very controversial. but... i think it kinda has to be said. i do not want to read an english story that is very obviously not set in korea and have to go through words like “eomma” “oppa” “jagi” “saranghae” “hyung” “jimin-ah” “taehyung-ie” “unnie” “noona” and sometimes a whole SENTENCE in romanized korean. as someone who is korean, i find it—for the lack of a better word—cringy. because of some of the stories i’ve seen, i can’t even speak my own language sometimes without cringing. you could NEVER catch me calling my older cousins “oppa” anymore even though i’m supposed to out of literal respect and culture. and it’s thanks to the fact that some (thankfully, a minority of) fanfiction authors romanticize/sexualize it. don’t even get me started on my younger cousins/siblings calling me “noona.” i wanna d-word every time i hear it because it’s been so sexualized in the ff community that i just don’t feel comfortable with them calling me that for platonic/respectful reasons. but i digress. if i can tell the author has done research and it is written well and correctly and in a non-sexualized manner, then i don’t have a problem with it. still wouldn’t read though 😭😭)

idol au’s. (also controversial. but this is mainly my fault LMAO. once upon a time, long ago, little chana first stumbled upon bangtan and decided she wanted to venture into the fanfiction world for them. her first fanfiction was a jungkook idol au. and now she will probably never write another idol au again because she is scarred. but seriously. idol au’s make me want to cry inside because 1. they’re unrealistic 2. the writers usually do little to no research on korea/the music industry 3. personal (humiliating) history 😔which again, is totally on me. i feel like this pet peeve of mine is unjustifiable tho lmao. a lot of people adore idol au’s. but i just can’t get into them)

adding photos in the middle of the story. (this just boils my blood for no reason i’m sorry 😭😭to me, it seems unprofessional. BOOKS may have illustrations. but only if the illustrations are showing a SCENE that the writing describes. not necessarily an outfit. usually, when internet authors put photos in their stories, it’s to show the ootd/makeup/hairstyle/what y/n is supposed to look like. i’m personally not into that. i think that should all be up to the reader’s imagination! that’s why we read, isn’t it? to be able to create our own faces and scene layouts from scratch!)

social media au’s. (VERY controversial. and kinda ironic since i’ve actually made a whole ass text fic. but lemme tell you it was not fun and i will never do it again 😭i don’t know. i’m not very big on social media lol. and a possible romance developing from such unauthentic apps like instagram, twitter, snapchat doesn’t sit right with me. i’m more into traditional/authentic romance! the kind where you sit down face to face and talk and giggle for hours—without the presence of devices)

a bad ending. (man this one’s a very personal pet peeve of mine. imagine slaving away reading a 100k+ fic just to find out the ending is abrupt, the strings are left untied and your favorite character just... dies. for no reason at all. i hate that feeling of no closure. a bad ending doesn’t necessarily mean a SAD one. i prefer sad/angsty endings to a happily ever after. but i think the ending makes up the whole story. and to have a good ending, the ending must somehow still connect to the rest of the story.)

character inconsistencies. (i love character development as much as the dude next door but just because a character does a 180 out of nowhere doesn’t mean they actually developed at all. real people take time to change!!)

when there are author’s notes IN THE MIDDLE of the story. (believe it or not, i’ve seen this happen. it interrupts the flow of the plot and it looks unprofessional. and the fact that i used to do this when i first started writing ff’s bYE—)

when the romance escalates from 0 to 100. (i’m guilty of this. but it’s also a pet peeve of mine to read something like this LOL. but i get it. writing subtle developments in romance is hard 😭😭but it doesn’t excuse itself from being one of my major pet peeves 😀😀)

when mental illness, domestic abuse, trauma is romanticized. (this is a given, i think. don’t romanticize someone else’s struggles for your fictional pleasure, please!!)

telling instead of showing. (probably one of the biggest pet peeves of mine. too often, i see writers outright telling me that their oc is ‘independent’ and ‘strong’ or that oc and jimin’s romance is ‘unparalleled.’ but if i don’t feel that from the writing itself, i’m not going to be able to believe it. but if you show me that oc is independent and that oc and jimin are meant to be with little scenarios and anecdotes, that’s gonna be a lot more effective!)

when’s there’s no chemistry between the couple. (this is probably everyone’s pet peeve LMAO)

the “oh no! there’s only one bed!” trope. (i never understood this because. damn just take the couch or sleep on the floor. OR just sleep in the same bed with a pillow barrier. it’s literally not a big deal 😭unless 👀 idk this one 100% depends on execution)

and i saved the worst for last:

when you read 50+ chapters for an ‘ongoing’ fic but when you get to the ‘end’... you realize it’s been discontinued since 2017 😀😀😀(the pain is fucking real y’all)

um.... that was a lot 😭😭i’m sorry. i actually thought i’d be a lot pickier, but i guess i’m actually really lenient on types of tropes and au’s. i’m okay with basically 99.9% of all tropes (yes, including vampire, abo, love triangle, etc) because i believe all tropes depend solely on EXECUTION. so generally, i keep an open mind. (with the exception of fake dating, idol au’s, social media au’s and the tHeRe’S oNlY oNe bEd trope lmaoo) 

basically, i’m quick to give things a chance but quick to leave too 😔😔

i swear i have more penchants than pet peeves 😭😭but that’s a story for another time!!

#ask #anon #chana #i had fun answering but i might've gotten too heated LMAO #if anyone can prove me wrong... please do #i want to prove myself wrong too 😭😭

[ofmythsandmadness]

i need a favour - two.

PART TWO - don’t call me baby. or, klaus always knows how to make things a little bit more tense, even without meaning to (but no one can ever hate him for it)

WORD COUNT: 3000 or so. PREVIOUS PART(s): part one

A/N: i was surprised at honestly the good response? i wasn’t considering anyone liking it, but i’m glad. i’ve got a little series tag list going on for those who requested to be updated on this - if you want to be added, just ask and I can do that :) I’m updating this at three in the morning, because I didn’t have much inspo for finishing it til now? if it’s badly written and honestly, i feel that with the ending, i’m super sorry. but on another note, there’ll be more parts if I can get my shit together, at least a couple more chapters because i want to have a proper growth session (yee haw, buckle up i guess). I’m still getting used to writing x reader things, I don’t normally even read them, but this is pretty fun and it’s something I can do. and i’m happy people enjoy reading it. (sorry for the super long a/n.)

FOR MOST, IT WOULD BE STRANGE TO SEE a teacher smiling as they went through a stack of to-be papers. Frowns, or grumblings were more common, only covered by a constant reaching for more coffee to keep them alert. But for Y/N and her creative writing class, it was nothing unusual. She largely favoured the course to teaching AP English, and most of the time enjoyed reading what the students came up with. The prompts were fun and the followup even better - no matter the spelling and grammar mistakes, the students were not without creativity. If she was being honest, it might just be the greatest opportunity a young teacher in her position could get. And she was not without appreciation for that.

The prompt that week perhaps made her marking job even more entertaining. She asked them to tell her about their childhood hero, and a large portion of the class had chosen to write about the infamous ‘Umbrella Academy’. Even if they were on the younger age and only saw the group in the later years, more than half of her students still fawned and gushed about the super-beings. The one in hand just then particularly favoured a certain Number Two - citing him as their first childhood crush, someone that their small self quite adored.

She snorted at their shy confession. If only they knew Diego like she did - maybe the mask and knives would not be so attractive.

Just before she could turn to the next page, her phone lit up and she had to place the red pen down. The number was not recognised by her phone, but she hardly spared a thought on that, sighing before bringing the device to her ear. “Hello, Y/N Y/L/N here.”

“Well, don’t you sound professional.”

Speak of the devil. She fought back a smile. “You really have to get your own phone, you know.”

“Why, so you can get even more excited it’s me?”

“No. So I know not to answer.”

“Ouch. You’d say that to the love of your life?”

Y/N transferred the phone to her other ear, pressing it into her next and jaw as she fixed her piles. “Okay, hold on. Thought you were my fake boyfriend, not ‘the love of my life’. Did I miss that in our agreement?”

“Ain’t that the same thing?”

“No,” she shot back. There was no point elaborating, she knew he was joking - and yet for some reason, the casual question did sting a little. She quickly brushed the thought away, though, and continued. “Why are you calling me? I’m working.”

“I’m calling on your break, aren’t I?”

“Sure, but you’re interrupting my paper-grading.”

She could practically see the teasing smirk on his face, imagining him leaning against the telephone booth with the device pressed up to his ear. Trying to be stupidly suave. What she wouldn’t give to trip him up. “Sorry to interrupt that, I didn’t know you were having such a great time.”

“Well, I’ll have you know I-” she cut herself short as the door swung open. Her frown quickly shifted to a polite smile and Y/N gestured for the student to come in, motioning silently to her phone. She turned back with a lower voice and new sense of urgency. “Do you need something, Diego, or are you just calling to tease me?”

“C’mon, don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m about three seconds from hanging up-”

“-okay, sure. I do have a question.”

She shifted in her seat, sparing another glance to the waiting student just to make sure she was still there. The girl stood patiently - well, in the sense of trying her very best to pick up on just what the conversation was without being obvious. Y/N smiled a little at that.

“What is it, then?”

“They’re moving dinner to Sunday. Can you make that?”

Y/N did not have to rack her brain to know her answer. “Yeah, probably. I’ll have to bump all my plans around, but I guess I can make it work.”

“Oh, right. Cause you have so much going on.”

“Screw off, Diego, ‘else I might just be too busy to show up to dinner.”

He sobered up then, though he did force an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. Thanks.”

“Uh-huh. We can talk later about details but-” she shot another glance the girl’s way, gesturing she would just be one more minute, “-I have to actually go. Okay?”

He laughed softly into the phone. “Sure. See you, sweetheart.”

“Bye, loser - and don’t call me that!”

He hung up with nothing more as a response, leaving Y/N to sigh and slam the phone back down to her desk. She smiled apologetically at the teen. “Sorry about that, Trish.”

“Oh, no worries,” the girl grinned. The smile was sly - a look only a curious high schooler knew best. “Everything all good?”

“Oh, n...yes, yeah.” Guess she had to go along with the teasing remark - not that Trisha had been sent as a spy by the Hargreeves siblings, trying to test the validity of their very not real relationship. But it did not hurt to push the narrative. “Yeah, that’s just my...uh...boyfriend. Confirming plans, no big deal.”

Trish’s smile grew larger. “Sounds cute.”

How someone could sound cute, especially when she had not even heard him actually speak, Y/N could not say. But she just laughed it off, played the part she had dealt herself. “Yeah, he’s...great. But anyways, how can I help you?”

||

AT THE FIRST KNOCK, Y/N was throwing the door open, rubbing at her eyes so she could take in the situation properly. Her eyes flitted down Diego, scanning frantically for any wounds or issues that would need serious work, or just any sign in his face of what could be an urgent matter. There was no bloody giveaways on his clothes this time, though, and his face was warped into strangely, a stiff grin, instead of a look of pain.

“Well, at least you used the door this time,” she sighed, opening it wider so he could come in. She stiffened, though, as he moved closer than normally, brushing her into a one-armed hug before pulling away. Y/N’s mouth fell open to question the embrace, but fortunately her eyes fell on the answer before she could be made a fool. “Oh. Oh. Hi, Klaus...?”

“Long story,” Diego mumbled into her ear, disguising the whisper with a kiss to her temple. She tried to focus only on the word and not how the strange shiver shot down her back at his touch, no matter how she felt. “Picked him up, he wouldn’t leave me alone and I really didn’t want him wasted up somewhere bad.”

She only nodded in response and turned her arms to Klaus, wrapping him up in a hug. He felt warmer than he had the last time they hung out - a bit more meat seemed to be on his bones, too, though he was still a willowy, langly man. A somewhat sober nature did suit him.

“My darling Y/N - congratulations!”

“Congr-”

“-you managed to do the impossible - and oh! How happy I am to welcome you to our crazy family!”

Oh, right. That.

“I always had a feeling that there was something between the two of you, but I never knew that the day would come where you’d actually admit it..” Klaus’ arms slung easily around both Diego and Y/N, drawing them close to him with a ferocity neither expected. Their heads very nearly knocked together, before Diego could wriggle out of the hold. “My dear little Y/N, tying down this grumpy asshole.”

She laughed semi-nervously. “Guess that’s me, yeah.”

“You two always looked good together, so adorable,” he continued, letting them go without a second thought. Luckily, he missed her glare to her supposed boyfriend, as well as the mouthed apology, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. “And between all the pining looks and - well, I don’t think anyone should be surprised you two finally decided to bump uglies!”

If there was any water in her mouth, Y/N would have done a classic spit take right then and there. As it were, she could just choke on air and attempt to keep her exposure in the face of a bold-face lie. 

Fortunately, Diego was there to swoop in - somewhat. “I did not pick you up so you could badger Y/N about our sex life, Klaus. Say your shit or get out.” He sank into her couch and Y/N did not miss the flash of pain across his face - there was something wrong. She could already feel the frown of concern forming.

“You’re the one who forced me into your car.”

“Yeah, well,” he shot back through gritted teeth, “you were gonna get yourself killed, dumbass.”

“So now I can’t go anywhere without a babysitter, simply because of a slight issue in the past?”

“You are a recovering add-”

“-the details don’t matter, Diego,” Klaus muttered, only flinching the slightest bit under Diego’s withering stare. “And it’s not my fault everyone’s now so busy with their lives. I mean, you do really show up at the worst of times, just to bust me and not to catch up on all that quality ‘bro’ time we missed out on!”

Y/N gently pushed him forward and into a seat before moving onto Diego. She fished out the little aid kit kept under the kitchen sink and sank into the couch beside him. “Show me what’s wrong. And Klaus, what about Luther? Allison?”

“Both too far,” he whined back.

“Okay...stop squirming Di...uh, don’t you have Five?”

“Five can’t legally do anything except for like, drive. And even then, is he even old enough to have a license yet?” He paused for dramatics, only to sigh when neither gave much response. “I just worry for that boy, I can’t be the only one questioning this.”

“Vanya, then.”

Klaus shook his head once more. “I love the girl, but sometimes, a bit too dry for me. We don’t have the same tastes, and I’m afraid I might be tone-deaf. Severely so. Incurably so, darling.”

“Aw, Klaus.” She poked at Diego’s side, sticking her tongue out when he tried to push her away. “Shirt up, let me see how bad it is.”

He rolled his eyes. “S’barely a scratch. Let it be.”

“C’mon, I don’t want it getting infected, let me see!” She poked again, forcing him to lift the shirt up and reveal the nasty scratch. He still fought her hands away, even when she was obviously going to win the fight. She swatted his calloused fingers off, however, and inspected the wound despite his protests.

Diego was just about to shoot another insult her way, eyes a-flashing in that sly, tired way that only came out in the wee hours, when they were both cut off.

“Oh, don’t tell me I’m going to be interrupting a moment here?”

Immediately Y/N felt herself stiffen and everything feel a little bit colder. She could not lift her gaze from his wound, too anxious to look and see how Diego was reacting to the comment.

“I can leave, if that’s wanted? I understand the whole new couple thing, believe me. Been there, done that, and I’m always ready to try and start that over again tonight!”

She bit back a groan.

In all the fuss of getting them in and dealing with Diego, she had hardly spared a thought to the night ahead. Sure, she had realised it was going to be awkward every time a Hargreeve mentioned their ‘relationship’, but not like this - not where she would be left stammering, trying to defend herself to one of her closest friends. Not even defend, but...well, she was not sure what she was supposed to be trying to do. Aside from not combust from all the hot blood rushing straight to her face.

And all she had wanted was to sleep.

But there was no way she would kick either or both of them out, not in their states. Diego would end up staying anyways just like he always did, grumbling as she fussed over him - and she would not just kick Klaus out like that. She adored the both of them and had made a promise. 

So, Y/N sucked in a breath and forced a gentle smile. “You’re not interrupting anything, hush.”

“Oh, I don’t mi-”

“-you wanna stay a while, Klaus? I have a feeling Diego’s not gonna be moving, and I don’t want you wand’ring the streets alone in your state.”

Diego’s eyes immediately shot to her, but she ignored the pointed stare.

“Oh, I’d hate to intrude on your relaxation session. Truly, I’ll just go!”

Gross, Klaus, she mused to herself - the guy was injured, for hell’s sake. “Seriously, you’re not. Please, just stay. There’s plenty a’room and I had nothing going on, anyways.” Aside from sleep - but that had been thrown out the window the second the pair had shown up, anyways.

A smile broke out on Klaus’ face and he shot up, moving to awkwardly hug Diego’s shoulder - much to the man’s chagrin. “I don’t know how you managed to convince her to like a prick like you. She’s an angel - you’re an angel, Y/N really.”

“You’re too sweet, but seriously, I don’t mind the company,” she grinned, swatting Klaus’ hands away. Hers were pressed against Diego’s torso, trying to wipe away the blood already drying around the wound. It, luckily, was not too bad- though serious enough to need serious attention. “Make yourself comfortable, just please don’t touch the booze!”

As his brother’s laugh floated away, Diego groaned. “Can’t we kick him out?”

“The more the merrier,” she sang back, ignoring the glare shot her way. “C’mon, I promise I’ll make it up to you later, baby.”

Diego did not bother to even try and hide him flipping her off. If anything, he brandished the action proudly. She just grinned back, trying to fight back her beating heart and flushed cheeks. She just had to deal with this - it was what she agreed to and it was just them. She hung out with the two of them for years and years. The only difference now was that she and Diego were supposed to be ‘bumping uglies’, but she could deal with Klaus’ comments.

Right?

||

“YOU COULD TRY AND BE A LITTLE NICER,” she said, swatting at him with a towel. “He is your brother.”

Diego rolled his eyes. “He’s an asshole, is what he is.”

“Why, he interrupted our quote-on-quote ‘alone time’?”

“No,” he grumbled, “but I didn’t really come here to put on a show.”

Y/N wanted desperately to then ask, ‘well why did you come’, but the words just would not come out. Instead, she just shook her head and played along with ignoring the implication. “C’mon, dummy. Would you rather we kicked him out and left him to do...well, whatever Klaus does? That wouldn’t be good.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Y/N watched as he absent-mindedly stroked the silvery scar carved into his head, a motion she thought probably was not even intentional. “I know. I know. S’why I brought him here.”

“So…”

“...all I’m saying is, I didn’t expect to have ‘im here all night.”

She shot him a teasing smile before twisting away, reaching up towards her top cupboards. Her fingers grazed the wood but could not quite reach the glasses pushed to the far back. How had she reached them before? 

“If you wanted to just hang out with me, Diego, you could’a just said. I mean, I get it. I am irresistible and adorable in every which way.”

“I agree. You are super irritating and annoying.”

“Oh, wow, those are some big words!” Y/N gritted her teeth, stretching as far as she could forward to grab the glass - but ended up just sinking back to her toes with a sigh. “You been reading that dictionary I bought you?”

“You really just carry that teacher voice around wherever you go, don’t you,” he grinned. With ease, he reached up and brought down the glass she had been reaching for, earning a muttered ‘thanks’. “And for your information, I don’t even know where that thing is.”

“Liar.”

“Not kidding.” 

“You lost my heartfelt gift to you?”

“Nah, I probably used it as target practice.”

She rolled her eyes, even if he could not see her face when focused on her hands. She poured a little more than halfway, pausing before shrugging and bringing it up to her lips. Still turned away, she swallowed. “You’re maybe the most insufferable boyfriend I’ve ever had, you know.”

“Oh, come on. That can’t be true.”

“No, I mean that. I don’t normally date people who bicker with me and lose my hard thought-out gifts like that. Assholes like you.”

“Yeah? What about Ty?”

“What about him?”

“He was an asshole.”

Y/N shrugged and focused her gaze on the cupboards opposite her. Better that than his face, right then. “Sure he was. But I think he took care and kept the presents I gave him. I mean, ‘til shit hit the fan, but still. They were appreciated.”

“You’re really comparing me to one of the biggest dicks because I didn’t value your joke gift?”

At that, she chuckled and finally looked his way. One glass of wine down and her sense of smart humour was already fleeing fast. “Can’t compare what I don’t know, can I? Though, he, he was packing, I will tell you that.”

That did not even make much sense, but her messily dirty joke still took a jab his way. Immediately, Diego’s face fell into a look of disgust - though, funnily enough, his cheeks shone red in the dim kitchen light - and Y/N could not keep her laughter in. 

“Sorry, that didn’t even make any sense...”

“You’re gross,” he grinned back, shaking his head in fake disgust. “Don’t know what I see in you.”

She giggled mercilessly at him, ignoring his mumbles to keep quiet, caught up in the adorable face he made.

Wait, she interrupted, not adorable. Not in the adorable nature as - well, it was cute, but like in a little kid sort of way. Yeah. Was that a better way to look at it? She was not sure, but it still left her sobering up pretty quickly.

Her eyes fell down to the counter, tracing the swirls of wood before lifting once more. A low hum left her lips. “Nah, you’re right. He sucked. And you do too, don’t get me wrong, but not as much as Ty, or Todd. Or - pretty much all of them.”

“Well, I’m flattered.”

She grinned, but it was softer, weaker as she sipped her second glass. “Sure. Not like it’s much of a competition - I don’t think I have very good taste, sadly.”

“Sure you do,” Diego shot back, bending to pick out a bottle from the fridge. He leaned against the counter across from her, eyes slightly squinted as he took her in. “I mean, you’re dating me.”

“Ha, ha. This - this is a business arrangement, darling, not a relationship. And I didn’t even choose to be in this!”

“Well shit, tell me how you really feel, Y/L/N!”

“I mean nothin’ against you, ‘course,” she hummed. Why was she feeling awkward, all of a sudden? “It’s just not the same as actually having someone who genuinely cares about me - in the like, romantic sense.”

Diego nodded somewhat solemnly at that. “Mm. Sorry, I think?”

“Eh, don’t be. I agreed to this. And I still appreciate you, even if you aren’t interested in me past what benefits you.”

Her words were supposed to come out teasingly, a joke in the most bitter, light-hearted sense, but that was not the case. Instead, they came out all wobbly and unsure, like she had been biting them back but could not hold onto the feeling any longer. Which, was not really the case, she was not desperate for a hand to hold and certainly not from him - but she could not change the words said.

His eyes averted and hers softened, half from embarrassment and half unconsciously at the face he had pulled. She pulled away from the counter. “You still hungry? I can get you something.”

“Nah, I should - get him home.”

Y/N glanced back at Klaus’ silhouette, sound asleep and slightly snoring on the couch. “I think he’s okay, Diego.”

“Yeah, but it’s late. You’ve got work tomorrow and I got shit to get to.”

“Do you have to get to it?”

His smile was tired, like he was barely holding back a sad secret behind the pretty grin. Honestly, with a look like that? He was already half out the door and there was no point to arguing. “Who else is gonna keep this city from burnin’ down?”

She did not bother to argue with him - there was no point to giving him logical points, because he just deflected them all. Diego Hargreeves was a lot of things, but reasonable, he rarely could claim. At least not when it came to his own wellbeing.

Instead, Y/N just leant back and watched as Diego moved to his brother and in surprising tenderness, woke him up. It was rare to see him so gentle, but also a sign that made her smile - no matter what the man said, he truly loved his siblings. Especially Klaus.

“Hey, Diego?”

The man stopped, holding a half-asleep Klaus carefully upright in her doorway. She fought back the urge to smile at his lolling head.  “Yeah?”

“Be safe.”

“Sure-”

“-no, I mean that,” she interrupted, “truly. You’re too reckless sometimes and it’s gonna get you killed.”

Diego grinned. “Aww. You gettin’ soft on me, Y/N?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, trying to will her face to not heat up at the accusation. “I’d just rather not have to pretend to cry at your funeral and play the grieving girlfriend role.”

“Ha. Love you too, baby.”

Y/N did not bother to throw any comeback after his retreating figure. She was too shaken by the way those four words had left his lips - sure, they were sarcastic, but they still sat heavy on her tongue as she silent repeated them. They made her feel weird, tingly in a sense she could not quite understand.

The door slammed shut, and she let her forehead fall after it, resting on the cool wind with fists at her side and questions swirling in her mind. Maybe she could do with another glass and miss out on attempting to sleep - not like she ever could after nights like this.

She sighed and made a mental note, one she knew she was going to forget in minutes, to yell at him about calling her baby again. 

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Random Pokémon Concept

This is a random thought/idea thing that popped into my head and wouldn’t leave. What if you were in the Pokémon world as a berry farmer in charge of your own farm (kinda like in the Pokémon X and Y games). Anyway this idea wouldn’t go away so I made a (semi complete) Pokémon team for it. (Sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes).

First off is a Shiny Meganium (yes shiny because my shiny Chikorita is what started this whole thing). The reason I chose Meganium is because well.... I like it, plus it looks like a big flower so... yeah. Anyway it would probably have moves like grassy terrain and leaf whistle, the first to help promote berry growth and the second to help deal with any pesky bug types that get aggressive. Also might have frenzy plant to dig wholes to plant trees and vine whip to help pick the berries.

Next would be Castform. This one is here because it’s basically a portable bio Dome type thing. So obviously it would have sunny day and rain dance to help the berry trees to grow.

Then it would be Arcanine. Mostly because it’s a big doggo and I love him but also to help maintain a fire break around the farm as well as burn off any dead or dying plants to help promote new growth and fertile soil. Plus they could carry berry basket things that would hang by his sides and sit like a harness to help with picking. Obviously they would have a fire type move like flamethrower or something and maybe extreme speed to help with moving around the farm easier/faster? Might have Odor Sleuth as well to help see if the berries are ripe or not.

The next pick would have to be Sneasel or Weavile. They could help picking some of the harder to reach berries because they’re so fast and agile. Plus they could help trim and prune the trees with their claws. Not too sure about the move set for this one other then maybe fury swipes or slash.

Lastly I would have a Manectric. Once again because they’re a doggo and I love them but also to help protect the farm from flying or bird Pokémon. It could also patrol the farm area as a sort of guard dog and alert people in case there’s any danger. Not sure about the moves for this one either but obviously would have some kind of electric type move like thunderbolt or thunder but other than that I’m not sure.

Anyway that’s it, now I know I only have 5 Pokémon but I can’t for the life of me think of another one would could fulfil a different role and not just do the same thing as one of there others listed. Maybe a bug or flying type but I’m not sure quite yet. Anyway that’s my little random idea finished, if anyone actually reads this all be surprised but at least I got it out of my head. Please don’t copyright (even though I don’t think anyone will but eh).

So bye for now, might post some other random idea I have might not, guess we’ll see.

#Pokémon