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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 1)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, homophobia (f slurs and d slur), panic attacks, toxic friends, mentions of attempted suicide/getting told to kill yourself

Word count: 6,377

(A/N): ok, so I definitely got carried away with this, so I had to split Thursday into two parts. If I kept it in one part, it’d probs be like 10k-11k words long lmao

You woke up feeling strangely more refreshed than usual. Glancing at your clock, you saw that you actually woke up about thirty minutes before your alarm went off. You got a whopping twelve hours of sleep, a stark contrast from your recent sleep schedule consisting of no more than four hours a night. You felt like you could rule the world with how much energy you had. Sure, you felt anxiety pooling in your stomach like you usually did and you had a terrible dream about Haley rejecting you and getting completely outed to the entire school, but that did not stop you from throwing your covers off your bed and walking down the hall to the kitchen with the most confidence you’ve had since starting high school.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw a dead looking Uncle Schlatt slumped at the table chugging coffee and a chipper Philza trying to make conversation. Usually, you would’ve joined Schlatt in being dead inside, but today was different. You were filled to the brim with energy that you haven’t had in years. As you walked through the door, their heads turned towards you.

“Mornin Dad, mornin Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle merely grunted before going back to guzzling down his coffee. Your dad smiled at you, “well, looks like someone’s well rested.”

“Yeah, I got like twelve hours of sleep last night.”

“Glad to hear it, hun. You really needed it.”

“Glad to hear someone’s feeling well rested,” your uncle grumbled into his coffee.

“Schlatt, don’t be such a downer all the time,” Philza rolled his eyes at your uncle.

“Fuck you Phil, I’m a ball of fuckin sunshine. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Dad, I don’t know what you’re talkin about. Uncle Schlatt’s the heart and soul of this house. Even if he doesn’t live here.”

Schlatt gave a booming laugh, “suck it Phil. And that, (y/n), is why you’re my favorite niece.”

“At least I’m someone’s- wait. I’m your only niece.”

“Still my favorite niece!”

You grinned happily, that was better than nothing. “Love ya, Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle’s cocky grin turned more sincere and he diverted his full attention to you, “love ya too, kid.”

“Love each other quieter, you woke me up.” Wilbur’s tired voice complained as he walked into the room and slumped into his chair next to Schlatt. Schlatt clapped a hand onto his shoulder and rustled his hair.

“My man! How’s Sally, huh?”

Wilbur flushed red and started sputtering as Philza turned his confused gaze to his son. “Who’s Sally, Wilbur?”

You couldn’t leave your brother high and dry when he accepted you for being yourself so readily yesterday, so you quickly jumped in for him. “Sally’s just one of his friends at school. They’re job shadowing together for their project. Right, Wilbur?” You turned towards the flustered man with a somewhat forced smile and raised eyebrows. He looked at you with immense relief and nodded vigorously, his hair flopping onto his forehead.

“Yes! We’re planning on job shadowing our band director, he said that it’d be a good idea if we want to major in music.”

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me about her before! You should invite her over for dinner, I’d love to meet her!” Oh, your dad did not buy your terrible excuse for Wilbur, that man is like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out lies. Poor, poor Wilbur.

Despite the blush remaining on his cheeks, Wilbur seemed to think that Philza actually bought his weak excuse. “I’ll invite her over soon. Does Friday night next week work?”

Philza grinned cheekily, “yes! I can’t believe you haven’t brought her over sooner if you’re close enough to job shadow with her!”

At this point, Schlatt’s face was cherry red with his almost failed attempt to hold in his laughter. “I’m not missin this. Me an’ Tubbs are comin over next Friday.”

Wilbur still hasn’t noticed that they hadn’t bought it, you thought he was more perceptive than that. Eventually, Philza started to make breakfast and conversation lulled into a comfortable silence as everybody waited for Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo. Deciding to pull out your phone, you scrolled through your notifi- wait. Why did you have forty-two messages from Adrian and Sammy? Why did they make a groupchat with everyone except Annie? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you opened the group chat. What you read made your breathing catch in your chest and your skin blanch, it wasn’t a dream. Everything was real.

Sammy <3

(y/n) you fucking pervert

How could you do this to us????

Adrian <3

We’ve given you everything and yet you’re still a disgusting person.

Fucking faggot

We thought we could fix you, but you’re broken

You’re always going to be

Sammy <3

And now, you’re gonna go to hell with all the other dykes and fairies.

It’ll probably be heaven for you, surrounded by perverts like yourself

You’re staying far away from Annie

Adrian <3

You’ve put her through so much shit and now this

We swear to god if you talk to her again we’re gonna make you wish you would’ve gone through with killing yourself freshman year

We’re leaking the pictures slut

You felt your anxiety melt away into betrayal. So they were yours and Haley’s stalkers? How dare they try to leak Haley’s pictures. They could leak yours, you didn’t give a shit if yours were leaked. You could learn to live with it, you always did after all the shit you put yourself through throughout the years, but Haley’s? She didn’t do anything. Even if her rejection was painful, you still deeply cared for her. She didn’t deserve that. You, however, did for not being normal. For making people around you uncomfortable with your presence.

(Y/n)

That was you guys?????

Why the fuck would you do that

I trusted you

All of you

Sammy <3

We trusted you too dyke

But you’re a two-faced bitch

And to think we actually thought you were our friend

Were you only friends with Ann and I so you could get into our pants?

I’m disgusted

You’re a fucking pervert.

Adrian <3

We shouldn’t have talked you out of suicide freshman year

You fucking deserve it

Make Annie’s life easier and just swan dive off a roof

You’ll be doing everyone a favor

(Y/n)

Listen, I don’t care if you leak my pictures.

Just don’t leak Haley’s

She has no part in this

I’ll leave you guys alone if you delete Haley’s pictures

Hell, I’ll do anything for you if you could release them after the final volleyball match today

It’s Haley’s time to shine and she deserves the attention as team captain

She’s worked so hard to get there all of high school and leaking my nudes would take the attention away from her

Let her have her moment

Sammy <3

For once she has a point

She probably manipulated the poor girl

Who knows what the fag would’ve done to her if we didn’t expose her

Adrian <3

Fine, we’ll delete Haley’s pictures and we’ll wait until after the game

But we’re leaking yours

You deserve it for what you did to Annie and Haley

“Kid, are you okay? You’re kinda pale over there buddy.”

Looking up from your phone, you saw everybody’s eyes on you. They each looked concerned, but Wilbur even more so. He was the only one in the room at the moment that knew about your panic attacks. He stood up from his spot and walked over to you with long strides.

“She just remembered the homework in stats that we forgot about. Techno asked us in the group chat about it, we were just about to go and see if he could help us.”

“But Wilbur, I thought you took statistics last year.”

“No, that was algebra two, I’m taking stats this year,” that was a lie, he was in pre-calculus this year. “C’mon (y/n), lets go finish that assignment.”

He grabbed your shoulder and hauled you into a stand before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs and into Techno’s room. Said pink-haired teenager looked up angrily. “What’d I say about kno- (y/n)?”

Wilbur closed the door and locked it behind him. He dragged you over to Techno’s bed and sat you down on the edge before kneeling down to look you in the eyes.

“(Y/n), can I touch you? Is that alright?”

After you shakily nodded, he grabbed your hand and placed it over his chest. “Breathe with me.” Like yesterday, you tried to copy his movements, but it wasn’t working. Your panic attack was just getting worse by the minute. Techno pushed Wilbur aside and took his place kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“(Y/n), can you tell me five things you can see around the room?”

When you didn’t move your wide eyes away from Techno’s face, he frowned and gently squeezed your hand. “You can get through this. What’re five things you can see around the room?”

You reluctantly tore your eyes away from his face and peered around the room. You hadn’t noticed that your blurred vision had tunneled until you realized that you couldn’t see anything in your peripheral vision. Your unseeing eyes flicked around the room.

You tried to swallow, but you couldn’t do anything through the lump in your throat. With a shaky voice, you gasped out “I-I can’t breathe. I-”

“Deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Follow me.”

You tried to breathe with him, and you eventually got to the point where you could speak. Your eyes flicked around the room once again and slowly recognized your surroundings.

“You… Wilbur… Desk… Window…”

“That’s good, just one more.”

Your eyes flicked around the room, “...Book.”

“Look back at me, you’re doing so good,” when you looked back at him, he had a small smile on his face. “Nice job. Now, four things you can feel. Can you do that for me?”

You shakily nodded and looked at your hands and around your surroundings. “Bed… Pants… You… Carpet.”

“Three things you can hear?”

“You… Birds… Breathing.”

“You’re almost there, I’m so proud of you. Two things you can smell?”

“Toast and… and burning?”

Despite his confusion about the sudden burning smell, he continued to smile at you. “Good, last one. One thing you can taste?”

You licked your lips before scrunching your nose slightly, “...snot.”

“Wilbur, can you go get her a few kleenexes and a glass of water?” Techno asked his brother without taking his eyes off you.

Wordlessly, he swiftly left the room. “Are you feeling better?”

You panted as you reached up to rub at your teary eyes, “yeah, how’d you know what to do?”

His smile turned slightly bashful, “I did some research last night. I’m glad I did, that was a bad panic attack. Can I- can I ask what caused it?”

You pulled out your phone and handed it to him, letting him scroll through the messages while you brought up your knees to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. You felt tired after that attack, however you had a little bit more energy than you usually did. Only a little bit more. It was probably because you slept for half the day and through the night yesterday. You watched your brother scroll through your texts with tired eyes.

He was emotionless as he scrolled, making you somewhat scared about what his reaction would be. He probably hasn’t gotten to the whole “go kill yourself” or the stalking parts. Judging by his set jaw and labored breathing, he was pissed already and he didn’t even get to the bad parts yet.

In the middle of his scrolling, Wilbur came back with a box of tissues, a glass of water, and a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. When you hardly moved to grab them, he sat on the bed beside you and handed you a tissue. After cleaning up, you took the glass of water and started to slowly sip at it. “Thanks, Wil.”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. When he looked over Techno’s shoulder at your phone, you saw his eyebrows furrow. “Tech, what’s-”

He was interrupted as Techno shoved your phone into his hands and stood up to start pacing around his room. “Read it yourself.” He sounded more monotone than usual. He was absolutely furious.

You watched Wilbur’s face as he read through your messages. Unlike Technoblade, he looked furious. His eyes were set ablaze as his entire face turned an angry red. “(Y/n), what the absolute fuck? Why didn’t you tell us this was happening?”

Shrinking in on yourself and pulling your knees closer to your chest, you murmured out a small “sorry.” You saw him quickly turn his head to you as his face softened. He pulled you into a full hug.

“This isn’t your fault. None of it is, it’s all their fault,” he spat with disgust. “How’d they even get your nudes? Did you send them to anyone?”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “that’s the thing, Wil. I’ve never taken nudes before. They took them through my window. I deserve it.”

You felt him freeze up and heard Techno pause his pacing to stomp over to you. He tore Wilbur’s arms off from you and held you out at arms length by your shoulders. He looked the most angry than you’ve ever seen him with his furious eyes burning into your own and his mouth set in a firm frown. It was terrifying to see him that angry.

“(Y/n), you don’t deserve a single fucking thing that’s happened to you. You were manipulated and gaslit by a group of self righteous assholes. You. Do. Not. Deserve. Anything. That. Happened. To. You. Do you understand me?”

Despite your fears of him, you were determined to protect your friends. “But I do deserve it though. I was a bad friend to them. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t be a good friend to them when they were always helping me. I’m just not a good person in general. I deserve it for not being normal.”

“(Y/n)-”

“Technoblade, that’s enough.” Wilbur cut him off with a firm tone, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“No it isn’t Wilbur. It’s not enough until she realizes how fucking toxic they are. What they’re doing is gaslighting. You’re in a psychology class, you should know what that is. Give me the definition of it. Now.”

“It’s when someone manipulates another person for their own personal gain… I’d know if I’m being gaslit, and I’m not. They’re just telling me the truth, they keep me in check. I could put more effort into my appearance and personality. I could stand to lose a couple of pounds.” “How do you not- ya know what? Listen. Just listen. That’s the definition of being gaslit. They’re constantly putting you down and making you self conscious about every. Little. Thing because they need to put someone down to fuel their own damaged egos and they laugh at you when you show that you’re hurt by their comments. That’s not a healthy friendship, (y/n). It’s toxic.

“Real friends would never, and I mean never, do that to you. Real friends would never tell you that you looked like shit when you’re as beautiful as Aphrodite. Real friends would never out you to the entire school when you weren’t ready. Real friends would never tell you to lose weight because they wouldn’t care about what you look like. Real friends care about your well being and they look out for you. They love you for you.”

You fell silent as you contemplated his words. Were they really that toxic? You were planning on being a psychology major in college, so why didn’t you notice that they were actually always against you? You learned in your class that manipulative people are naturally cunning and sneaky, but you couldn’t help but feel stupid. You thought that they were helping you when they were clearly toxic. It was right under your nose and you didn’t even see the signs. What kind of psychology student were you if you couldn’t recognize the obvious signs of manipulation?

On one hand, you were filled with betrayal. But on the other hand, you felt molten hot anger overwhelm and swirl around your entire body like a cyclone absolutely decimating everything in its path with its violent winds hurling in a blind rage anything and everything without a care of the outcome. You felt the burning hatred of a thousand suns rise up from deep within your being, filling you with a hatred that you didn’t know you were capable of.

They fucked up your entire life, not you. They were the ones with the ugly personalities, not you. They were the ones that needed to improve themselves, not you. They were bad friends, not you. They laughed at the pain they brought upon you purposefully. They completely humiliated you. They betrayed your trust. They took pictures of you without your consent. They fucked up your relationship with Haley. They violated Haley. They fucking stole her dignity from her with those disgusting pictures they took of her. They were truly vile creatures undeserving of any mercy. Not that you were actually considering being merciful, that would be too good for them. They deserved everything you were going to throw at them. You were going to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of your past self.

You felt yourself practically vibrate with fury as you held Technoblade’s intense gaze with one of your own. “Those bastards fucking used me for years. Literal years and I thought they were there for me,” you gave a sardonic laugh, your voice shaking with anger. “I-I’m gonna fuckin kill them the next time I see their sorry asses. Make them feel what it’s like to get tossed out of a car. Make them feel what it’s like to constantly get beaten down.”

Techno’s hands gripped your shoulders in a vice grip as his eyes sparked with a crazed delight and he grinned widely at you, “that’s the spirit! You’re gonna rain hellfire upon them, beat their asses (y/n)! Fuck em up! FUCK! EM! UP!”

Wilbur, always thinking about potential consequences and the voice of reason, spoke up with hesitance. “As much as I love that you’re finally realizing that they’re toxic as hell and want revenge, you’d have to wait at least until tomorrow. If you did it today, you wouldn’t be allowed to go to finals. Besides, I don’t think that you should even fight them. You would be out- wait. They’re the ones that opened the car door and fucked up your back?” Seeing you nod, his face darkened in anger. “...(Y/n), you’re gonna fuck em up as soon as you can tomorrow. We’ll back you up if they try to gang up on you, we aren’t eighteen yet, so it’s still legal. ”

“YES, SUCCUMB TO THE ANARCHY! WE’RE GONNA FUCK EM UP!”

“YOU ARE NOT FUCKING ANYONE UP ANYTIME SOON, TECHNOBLADE.” Philza’s voice boomed from behind the closed door. Said door swung open to reveal your father’s angry form and your uncle’s intrigued, slightly proud form.

You three stared at the two for a while with gaping mouths, your previous intensity substantially diminuendos into a quiet shock. No one fucks with an angry Dadza. Techno was the quickest to get over the shock. “...How long were you standing there?”

Your father sneered. “Well, long enough to hear that you three are going to fight someone! Why the hell would you do that?”

Your brothers looked at you in a silent question. Shaking your head, you answered in a small voice, “there’s just some people messing with me at school. They were just worried about me. We weren’t gonna actually fight someone, they were just talking about how it’d be nice to get some revenge for me. I was just about to tell them that I could handle myself and we didn’t need to fight.”

Immediately, your dad’s stiff stance relaxed slightly as his eyes pierced into your own, searching them to see if you’re lying to him or not. You felt a cold sweat drip down the back of your head at the intensity of his gaze, you hated when he did that. It always made you feel like he was staring right at your soul. Eventually, his gaze softened.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you through it.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. Plus, it’s nothing I can’t handle by myself.”

“But you looked really panicked earlier hun. Are you sure you can-”

“I just forgot about my stats homework until this morning and I thought I wouldn’t be able to get it done in time, but I did! No worries,” you spoke a little faster than usual. You prayed that he wouldn’t see through your lie.

“...Alright. Just let me know if it gets to be too much for you and I can talk with your principal about it. Now go eat something and get ready, you only have,” he glanced at the clock on the wall, “an hour before you have to be at school. Hurry up or you’re going to be late.”

Your dad turned around and walked down the hallway away from the room. Schlatt, however, loomed in the doorway for a while before he came into the room and closed the door behind him. You three watched him warily as he eyed you and your brothers.

“...Ya know, I approve,” after seeing your confused looks, he chuckled and spoke again. “I approve of you three fuckin em up. I heard part of your conversation, and those snot nosed brats deserve it for what they did to my favorite niece.”

You three stared at him with shock, making him laugh at you. “Close your mouths, you’re gonna catch flies.” He paused for a second before leaning towards you and whispering “now, you didn’t hear it from me, but the key to a good punch is following through with it. Don’t hesitate. Don’t tuck your thumb in, that’ll break it. Make sure you center your hit on your index and middle fingers, they are the strongest points of the hand. If you need to, go for the eyes, nose, and groin.”

“I-thank you Uncle Schlatt. I really appreciate it. Just- please don’t tell dad?”

“Of course not! I mean, if you don’t fuck em up enough I will. (Y/n), when you’re done, I want details.”

You saluted sarcastically, “yessir, will do!”

He gave a boisterous laugh, “you better. Now go get ready.”

As he was about to walk out of the room, he suddenly paused and his hand shot to his pants pocket. He pulled something out before putting it into your hand and turning again to walk out of the room. “This is from Tubbo and Tommy. They were worried about you.” In your hand laid three of your favorite candies. You felt your heart swell at their innocent, caring natures. They were honestly some of the sweetest kids you’ve ever met.

“Well boys, you get first pics!” You held out the candy to them.

Wilbur looked at you with knitted eyebrows, “but they gave those to you.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten through that panic attack without you guys helping me, so take this as a temporary thank you.” You watched as they glanced at each other before reaching out to grab a piece of candy.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get ready, you guys can take the bathroom before me. Love you guys!”

You went into your room and made sure your curtains were closed before turning to your closet. Humming in thought, you picked out a white button up and the nicest sweater you owned. You put on the collared button up then slipped the sweater on over it so that the collar poked out of the neck. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling more confident in yourself than you’ve felt since you started hanging out with them. Fuck them, they always lied to you. You looked great in anything you put on. You felt elated and basked in the spectacular feeling of being able to like what you wore.

While you waited for your brothers to leave the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts before you stopped on one: Haley’s. The girl that stole your heart and relentlessly stomped on it until it was a red puddle at her feet. Despite the pain, you still loved her. She was your everything. Your thumb hovered over her icon, contemplating on texting her. You had to tell her that she didn’t have to worry about her pictures anymore.

(Y/n)

Haley

I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I have good news

You don’t have to worry about your pics anymore

I took care of it.

You don’t have to reply to this

Just know that I took care of it and you don’t have to worry about it anymore.

You sat on your bed staring at your phone screen waiting for her to open your messages. You stared at the ‘delivered’ icon at the bottom of your message, waiting for it to say ‘read’. You stared for about ten minutes before you gave up, putting your phone in your pocket and standing up with a sigh. She would see it eventually. Just as you reached your door, you felt a vibration in your pocket. You whipped out your phone and smiled at Haley’s face on your screen. She was calling you.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you clicked the answer button, “hey Hales.”

“(Y/n), what’d you do?”

“I took care of it. That’s all you have to know.”

“I think I should know more. What’d you do?”

You paused for a moment before you hesitantly said, “I asked them to delete your pictures and they have to, it’s part of our deal.”

“...You found out who they were?”

“Yeah, but that’s not important. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“(Y/n), don’t tell me what to worry about. Who are they?”

“...Fine, it was Adrian Schnieder, Annie Lockhart, and Sammy McConnor. Ya know, you’re scary when you’re mad Hales. Remind me not to get on your bad side again.”

“It was them? You hang out around them all the time, I thought you were good friends. Why would they do that?”

Even though she couldn’t see you, you shrugged. “I dunno. I think they were just jealous. They’re assholes and I can’t believe I haven’t noticed it a lot sooner. I’m sorry they put you through that, you didn’t deserve what they did to you.”

“God (y/n),” she sighed out, you imagined that she was running a hand through her hair. “I can’t imagine how much that hurt you. You four were really close.”

“I know, but it was a long time coming. Like I said, I should’ve noticed that it was them. They’ve always been toxic as hell.”

“How’d you find out? What happened?”

“Did you hear about what they did to me yesterday?”

“Should I? If you’re not comfortable talking about it, that’s totally okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re gonna hear about it eventually, shit spreads like wildfire at Klinkver. Long story short, they outed me to the entire school and thought that I was only friends with them to get in their pants. They basically told me to kill myself,” you added nonchalantly. “But that’s not the important part about this. They told me that they were the people that took those pictures of you.”

“...(Y/n), how could you say that’s not important! They fucked up your life and all you care about is my pictures? What’d they say they’d do with yours?”

“I asked them to not leak them until after the match tonight so you could have the spotlight. You deserve it after all the hard work you’ve put in to get team captain. Zuri was hard to beat and you deserve the recognition for that.”

You heard her take a deep breath through her nose, “(y/n), for once in your life care about yourself over others. You’re gonna be exposed to the entire school and it bothers me that you’re being so nonchalant about that.”

“They’ve put me through worse. Besides,” you wove a hand in the air, “it’ll all blow over sooner or later when another person gets their nudes leaked. You remember how fast people forgot about Marlene’s nudes when May’s got leaked like a week later.”

“Still, it’s degrading to have people see you like that. No matter how fast they get over it, it doesn’t change the fact that they’ve seen you. You can’t come back from that sweetheart.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. Even if she called almost everybody that, you felt special. “I don’t care if people see my boobs, it wasn’t even a clear picture anyways. It was hella blurry.”

Your door swung open for the second time today. There stood Tommy, his eyes peering innocently at you. “Dad wanted me to tell you to hurry up.”

You smiled at him, “thank you buddy. Let him know I’ll be down in a minute. Oh, and thank you for the candy, it really made me happy.”

He beamed brightly before he sprinted down the stairs. “Was that Tommy? Is he gonna be at the match tonight?”

“Of course, he and Tubbo are our team’s mascots after all. They would never miss a game, especially our final match.”

“I can’t wait to see them, but we need to talk about this. It’s more serious than you paint it as. How are you not pissed at those dumbasses? You trusted them and they betrayed you.”

“Oh, believe me I’m furious. Heh, I’m actually kinda shaking right now because of how pissed I am. But for now, I’m just gonna imagine their faces on the ball so I can keep my mind off them until tomorrow.”

“...Please don’t tell me you’re gonna do something stupid tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t call it stupid per se, they deserve it for what they put you through. It’s more getting justice than being stupid.”

“(Y/n), I swear to god if you start a fight just to get back at them for me, I’m gonna slap you. Think about yourself every once and a while, they put you through so much. If you feel comfortable, you’re gonna tell me everything they did to you tonight on the bus coming home.”

“So we’re gonna sit together?” You tried and failed to stomp the hopeful tone from your voice.

Her laugh sounded angelic in your ear, “of course we are silly, you’re my best friend. I gotta go, my dad’s calling me. I’ll talk to you later!”

“See ya!” When you hung up, you danced around your room with joy. You- no, they- didn’t ruin your friendship with Haley after all! Oh, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest with joy. Even if she didn’t like you like you adored her, you still cherished your friendship. Looking back, Haley and the team always had your back, they genuinely cared about you. They were perhaps the only ones you would fully trust in the future.

“(Y/N), HURRY UP YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE!” Tommy’s voice outside your door shook you from your happy dance. “Coming!”

You ran to the bathroom and hastily went through your routine. Despite your rushing, you tried your best to look presentable. You were going to prove those snakes wrong, you were beautiful no matter what you wore or how you looked.

After running down the stairs with your bag, your dad stopped you before you could run out the door with your keys. “You look nice today hun.”

“Thanks Dad, I just wanted to dress up a bit for finals today. I’m honestly really pumped to play tonight.”

“That’s good,” he smiled at you before pulling you into a quick hug. “Just take it easy today, you need to save your energy for the match tonight... Listen, I don’t know what happened to you this morning and I don’t know exactly what’s going on in your life right now, but just know that I’m always gonna be here for you. Whether you need help with homework, advice, or if you want me to beat up someone else’s dad for you,” he chuckled, “I’ll do it.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, happy with the contact. You two stood in the hall for a moment before he pulled away and told you to leave for school.

The drive to the school was uneventful with your brothers mainly holding up the conversation. As you pulled into the parking lot, you realized that you needed to catch up on two full days of stats homework.

“Hey Tech?” He hummed, looking over to you.

“Sorry, but would I be able to maybe copy your stats notes from Tuesday?”

“Yeah, I’ll give em to you so you can copy it before school starts. We’d have to go to Mr. Mullins for yesterday’s notes though. We can just ask him about it before school starts.”

As you pulled into a space and moved to leave the car, a hand stopped you. “(Y/n), if any of those two-faced bitches bother you at all, let us know. Don’t deal with this on your own, we’re here for you,” Wilbur said genuinely.

“Yeah, if they say anything bad about you, it’s on sight.”

You laughed, “thanks guys, I’ll let you guys know if they do anything. We gotta get going though if Tech and I wanna get those notes done.”

In the school, you and Techno successfully got your notes done before the first bell rang. The rest of class went by without a hitch with you actually somewhat understanding mostly everything being taught. You even got a question right when you were called on! Turns out not feeling weighed down by toxic people helps a lot with concentration.

The only block you were dreading was the second block. You were sure that if you even glanced at Annie and Adrian, you’d go apeshit on them. Luckily for them, they didn’t show up to class today. They were probably comforting Annie after you “manipulated” her, you thought with an eye roll. Today was just another work day, so you pulled out your laptop and opened Google Docs. You saw Annie’s and Adrian’s unfinished and you were slapped in the face with inspiration.

They were still expecting you to finish their essays, so you were gonna finish them alright. You were going to completely rewrite their essays all about how they were terrible homophobes and how LGBT+ people are always facing some form of discrimination amongst their peers, complete with attached screenshots of them calling you slurs over text. You’d even write a little note at the beginning that would tell your teacher that they didn’t write this, but they made you write it so you deserved the credit for it. You didn’t care that this would take a while, the satisfaction that you would get would be worth it. This was going to completely screw up their grades, this essay was worth twenty five percent of your overall grade. Mr. Todd was really laid back, so he only had a few rules in the classroom. First was to respect your classmate’s time and work, second was to clean up after yourselves, and third (“the most important one” he said on the first day of school) was that he would never tolerate racism, sexism, transphobia, or homophobia in his classroom. Your masterpieces you were writing would definitely earn them a failing grade, a good scolding from Mr. Todd, and maybe a visit to the principal’s office. This would be first in a long line of gifts you have in mind for them.

At lunch, you were slightly stumped as to where you should sit. You didn’t really know anybody in your lunch period, so you just sat at the empty table Adrian, Annie, and Sammy left for you today and ate while working on your masterpieces. Finding sources was extremely easy for you, you remembered doing extensive research about discrimination when you first found out that you weren’t the straight girl you thought you were. Luckily for you, you still had the old Google Doc full of sources you wanted to save for later. Thank you, freshman you.

Third and fourth block went by relatively quickly, you completely finished the work in both classes with plenty of time left for you to continue typing up the essays. You had gotten Adrian’s completely done and Annie’s thesis written. Oh, revenge is sweet. You weren’t even done with what you had in store for them.

You had their parent’s phone numbers and you got Adrian’s boss’ number from Marlene, who worked with him as a waitress. Annie’s parents were total sweethearts that would be absolutely fuming if you showed them what she said to you. You weren’t sure about Adrian’s or Sammy’s parents, but you were going to send them screenshots anyways. If Adrian’s parents were as bigoted as he was, you still had his boss to fall back on. You could email the screenshots to the principal and the athletic director so that you could have something to rely on if Sammy’s parents had the same beliefs as she did. She valued cross country more than everything, so you could fuck that up for her. Revenge never tasted so sweet to you before, it felt like you were high with how giddy you were. Techno and Wilbur were going to love this.

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healpeony · 4 years ago

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Can you write a Levi x female!reader story with prompt 70 where his s/o is pregnant and goes into labor when Hange is off on a research expedition, so Levi has to deliver the baby with only his squad for assistance? Bonus points if someone on Levi Squad faints in the process!

First born child

Levi Ackerman x pregnant!reader

Hello dear anon!, So before I start I want to tell you that I have no idea how giving birth works, but I'll try my best. It would prob be easy since in old times they did it differently, so I hope you enjoy this!

They/Them pronouns for Hange/Hanji

Prompt/s:

#70 “You cursed me with this!”

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Warnings; cussing, labor, someone fainting?, Spoilers

The pain was unbearable, y/n thought it was never going to end. She couldn't remember exactly how she ended up in this situation with sweat dripping down her forehead, whines coming out of her mouth, while the inexperienced soldiers ran in and out of the room looking for whatever Levi needed.

Hange was in a research expedition, and y/n regretted telling them that it was ok to go. Y/n obviously didn't know that it would be the day that her baby was finally wanting to get out.

“Levi!, It fucking hurts! Get it out” she yelled at him, her face turning red

“Calm down, ok?” he responded, not really expecting an answer

Levi didn't know if he was telling himself or her to calm down, he was so nervous. What if he did something wrong and ended up hurting his wife and baby?

He shaked the possibilities out of his head focusing on the positive, his baby was finally going to be born.

Well that made him more nervous, more questions forming in his mind, all of them connecting to what he asked himself when y/n told him she was pregnant.

What if he wasn't a good father?

His mother raised him, he didn't really had a father figure apart from his uncle Kenny (if you could call a man who teaches you how to beat the shit out of someone a father figure).

Levi was taken out of his thoughts by Eren coming over with the medical stuff he needed, he took them all putting them on the bed, and look back at his wife taking a deep breath.

She was already in the right position, just ready to be told to start pushing.

“Okay Y/n, listen closely.” He said grabbing her attention “Take a deep breath and then I want you to push with all you got when I get to 3 ok?”

She nodded, not being able to form any words doing as told and taking a deep breath before Levi started counting.

1...

2..

3...

A scream came out of her mouth as she pushed with all she got like Levi told her. It hurt so much more than before.

Historia came over grabbing her hand, while Sasha also went over and grabbed the other hand.

“Come on, y/n!” said Sasha cheerfully “You can do this after everything is over we can go and eat all we want in the kitchen”

Typical Sasha, always thinking of food. Y/n would have laughed in any other situation, but right now she felt like she couldn't even breath properly.

“You're gonna do that again” Levi said

Historia squeeze her hand

1...

2...

3...

Y/n pushed, her scream coming out louder than before.

1...

2...

3...

Again Y/n pushed leaving her breathless

“This is your fault Levi!, You cursed me with this!” Y/n yell

“calm down, women!” Levi responded back

After some more strong (and tireing) pushes, Levi could finally see the head.

“The baby it's almost here Y/n, just a few more okay?” Levi said, trying to encourage her

Y/n nodded relieved that this was gonna end soon, while Levi put his hand, in the back of the baby's head.

1...

2...

3...

A cry filled the room, making Y/n eyes feel with happy tears.

“It's a girl” Levi said, he too had teary eyes but he was not going to cry infront of his squad members

Jean who had sweat dripping down his face felt relief washing over his entire body before he fainted.

Everybody turn to look at his body laying on the floor, except for Y/n who couldn't even move a muscle.

“Idiot” Levi murmured, before holding his child incredibility carefully to clean her up before giving her to her mother.

“Omg can I carry her!” Sasha said letting go of Y/n hand and going to where Levi was cleaning his baby with towel

“No.” he said, continuing with cleaning his daughter “Filthy” he said to the baby who had calm down from all the crying

“Are you calling our daughter filthy?” y/n asked tiredly

Levi ignore her, putting a little blanket around his little girl and finally walking over to his wife.

Y/n immediately sit up despite the pain in her lower region, leaning on all the pillows behind her back she stretched her arms out for Levi to give the baby girl to her.

After Levi carefully passed the baby to her, y/n looked at her little face noticing that all the features looked familiar to Levi's, but she had her skin color.

“She looks just like you” she whispered

Levi watched them, this was the cutest thing he had ever witness (not that he was going to admit it).

The little girl moved her arms, her little eyes opening revealing that grey color who y/n loved so much, Levi was shocked that she had his eyes.

“She looks absolutely beautiful, Captain Levi” Said Historia

Levi and Y/n both look up, and realized that the teenagers were still there all around the bed looking at the fragile looking creature in one of their superiors arms.

“Yeah, she does” Levi said

Even though Y/n loved the sight of her first born daughter in her arms, she was sure that she never wanted to have another one and if she does, Hange wasn't going to be in a research expedition for those entire 9 months.

I liked writing this!, Thank you so much for the request I loved! If you don't like it that's ok! Well have a good day/night/evening! (Sorry for any spelling mistakes)

#aot x reader #shingeki no kyoujin #aot oneshots #aot #attack on titan #aot fluff #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #snk levi #levi ackerman fluff #snk fandom #snk anime #levi ackerman smut

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whogirl42 · 3 years ago

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Gotta say, I'm really loving Hawkeye so far but I'm also really worried about how the fuck they're gonna manage to tie everything together in a way that makes sense. There's only 6 episodes to this series and the third episode already aired. That leaves 3 episodes to tie up:

The deal with Kate's shady mum and her shady fiance. Why was Armound killed? What are they mixed up in?

The relationship in general between Kate and her mum because there's obviously a lot of love there and they're both trying hard but they don't quite GET each other. Their relationship got a big focus in the first couple episodes and then almost completely disappeared in the third so that we could focus on Maya. (And like, Maya's awesome, more on her in a minute, but it did feel like a bit of a departure)

Whatever went on between Kate's parents before her dad died

Everything Maya

Maya wanting revenge on Ronin for killing her father (she doesn't even know it's Clint yet!)

Whatever the fuck is going on with Maya and the hot guy who knows ASL

The watch from the Avengers Tower that the mafia gang/Maya is after????

The mysterious uncle???

(In general, there's SO MUCH to delve into on the Maya plot line and I get that that's why she's getting her own show but it makes me wonder how satisfying the wrap up of it within THIS SHOW is gonna be. And if it'll manage to be satisfying without completely overshadowing the rest of the plot lines.)

Kate finding out Clint is Ronin, reckoning with that fact that her role model might not be who she's always thought he is. Her suffering some sort of hardship or loss to bring home to her the gravity of what it means to be in this sort of world. Kate then deciding to take on the Hawkeye mantle anyway (cause c'mon, that's obviously where this is going)

YELENA BELOVA????? Where the fuck is she???? This is my prob my biggest concern. How the fuck is the show gonna do a satisfying Clint-Yelena arc in 3 goddamm episodes? Especially with a billion of other shit also going on?

I'm waiting to see:

Yelena wanting to kill Clint to avenge Nat. The big angsty emotional showdown where Clint's grief and survivers guilt bubbling over (and maybe he even almost lets Yelena finish the job before Kate saves him/he's reminded that his family still needs him/he decides that he won't let Nat's sacrifice be in vain etc). Yelena realising that she's been lied to and that her shady boss is shady and was USING her grief to take out Clint for whatever reason. Finding out who the fuck that shady lady is and WHY she wanted Clint dead. Taking this lady down. Yelena-Clint bonding time. Yelena-Kate bonding time. Yelena's dog and Pizza Dog bonding time.

And like, HOW THE FUCK WILL THIS CONNECT WITH EVERYTHING ELSE? Yes, the show has name-dropped Nat in every episode but it's been subtle and overshadowed by all the other insane shit going on, and if this series was longer then this slow build up to Yelena would make perfect sense and work really well but because there's hardly any time to develop the story arc and see all it's emotional ramifications through I feel like it's just gonna come out from the left field and be very rushed.

Which is a shame cause honestly the Yelena plotline I detailed could have easily filled the entire 6 episodes. Or, you know, season 2. No need to squish a billion things into 6 episodes. This could easily be a 2 season thing. Or hell, just a normal 10-13 episode season. Split into parts A and B if you must.

Bottom line is, there's loads and loads of material here - great plot lines, incredible characters, complex relationships- and the only way to do any of it justice is to give each thing the time it requires.

I really hope I'm gonna be proven wrong, but like, I honestly don't see how they can deal with everything they've set up. Not within the tiny timeframe and not with the slow pace of the show. (And this isn't a complaint about the slow pacing. I LOVE this pacing, I think it works really well, I just don't know how it will allow the show to cover everything it needs to in 6. Fucking. Episodes.)

#I mean WandaVision also started slow and then was amazing #But also WandaVision was pretty upfront about being mainly about Wanda's grief #Hawkeye has so so SO many different themes and directions #Ugh #I really hope I'm gonna be proven wrong #Mine #hawkeye #hawkeye spoilers #hawkeye speculation #hawkeye series #clint barton #Kate Bishop #eleanor bishop #maya lopez #Echo #natasha romanoff #Yelena Belova #black widow #lucky the pizza dog

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xbabybajix · 3 years ago

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Patch Me Up

Chifuyuxf!reader

I apologize in advance for any errors made! I’ll proofread it again later but hope y’all enjoy! (This was also posted from my ao3 acc)

SUMMARY: You’re at home studying while your friend/crush Chifuyu decides to pay you a visit after receiving a beating from another brawl with some gang members… what he doesn’t know is that you’re tired of his constant teasing and decided it’s payback time.

It was another long night for you, having to stay up and pull an all nighter in hopes you’d pass your upcoming exams. You looked out your window, deciding that the stars in the night sky were far more entertaining than the math problem in your text book

“Hmmm wonder what chifuyu is up to..” you wondered out with a hand resting on your cheek.

You began to day dream about the things you’d like to do once exams were over and released a yawn. “Ahh, i think i will take a well deserved nap after this problem” you think to yourself. It was the first out of 15 you had ledt to do.

Once you got up and did a few stretches you decide to grab some water from your kitchen and a smal snack. After having set down your things, you hear a sudden noise that was hitting your window

You felt a vein pop on your head out of annoyance “these damn kids don’t have anything better to do.. it’s almost 2 am what the hell is their prob- CHIFUYU??”

You were quick to slide your window open to let him in, you noticed he seemed to be strugging getting onto your balcony first and helped him out

“Here hold onto my arm”

“Thank you y/n… damn your pretty strong, being able to pull me up with just one arm” he snickers.

“Yeah yeah whatever, you already know this since I beat you at arm wrestling all the time” you say as you sling chifuyu’s body onto your shoulders.

“Cmon, you look like shit chifuyu what happened??”

“Heh. Thanks y/n! I always get butterflies in my when you insult me <3”

“Stop flirting and go lay down, I’ll go get my supplies” you flicked his forehead began to head to your restroom

“Can’t wait!” Chifuyu flashes that cheeky grin you absolutely adore.

You closed the door to the restroom and took a big breath “he’s going to be the death of me.. but I’ll show him two can play at that game..” you smile mischievously while biting your nail.

Once you headed out with your newfound confidence you swing the door open and see chifuyu sitting casually on your bed

“Alright ‘fuyu I got everything ready, now lemme take a look”

You gently touched his jaw and tilted his head towards yours,

Did he just blush??

“Be gentle yeah? My eye feels so tender right now”

“Yeah sure, but before I do that can you lay down on the bed for me? I’ll have a better look if your laid flat”

“Uhm what” chifuyu’s mind went blank for a second

“You heard me. Go on make yourself comfy” you looked at him with curious eyes testing him.

After all that talk, chifuyu suddenly feels nervous, not knowing your intentions, he gulps and begins to settle himself onto your bed. Once he’s gotten himself comfortable he takes a peek at you.

“Y/n I’m ready now, i think it would’ve been fine if i just sat down you know- WOAH Y/N WHAT ARE YOU-“

“HEY SIT STILL OR ELSE IM GONNA POKE YUR EYE OUT”

Chifuyu was so shocked by your bold actions but here you were, the girl he’s been crushing for years now is straddled right on top of him.. their faces so close together, he takes a glance at your face and appreciates the curved edges that align your lips, so plump and kissable.. what were we doing again?

“Earth to chifuyu, you need to lay back down ok? I patched up your cheek so I just need your eye” wait… did i just space out and stare at her lips while she was treating my wound??? Man that’s so creepy ugh

“You ok?” You tilt your head at the boy, acting like you didn’t know what he’d been doing

“Yeah I’m fine”

You giggled softly at him and began to lean towards his face

“Now stay still okay fuyu?” Your face starts to heat up when you felt a hand grab onto your waist

“Is this ok? I figured if i hold onto you, I won’t move” you weren’t buying that innocent face he was giving you but you also didn’t mind it one bit. You loved this dynamic you and chifuyu shared. It was so thrilling to be able to tease your crush and watch him crumble over the simplest of gestures. It went both ways though, chifuyu was able to fluster you with just his words and seeing you become squirmy and speechless made it worth it every time. But there was something about this that made it feel a bit more intimate, for some reason everytime chifuyu came back from having a brawl with other gangs, he always came back and asked you to tend to his wounds. After a few minutes of silence you decided to pop up the question

“Why do you always have me clean up your wounds fuyu? You know it’s not that hard, i can teach y-“

His hand suddenly grabbed your arm and he looks at you with serious eyes for the first time tonight “I don’t want to learn how, i just want to be able to come back to you every time, I know I seem to tease you a lot, but i do it because I really like you y/n. You’re too cute for your own good sometimes and it drives me nuts. Being able to be close to you in this way fills my heart with so much love that I feel it might jt explode to be honest. I feel like I just fade into your touch sometimes… it’s become addicting to me”

Woah… the pounding in your chest hadn’t been able to stop since chifuyu looked at you..

“Chifuyu… do you mean that or are you just teasing..?” You looked into his eyes searching for a hint that it was all a joke, but found nothing.

“Meant every word y/n.. i like what we have right now, but I just wanted to let you know that it’s not just games to me”

For some reason fear was not present for you today so with chifuyu’s response you leaned in and pressed a soft but chaste kiss onto his cheek, nose and finally lips. Your lips stayed there for a few more seconds before llettinf go only to see chifuyu looking speechless with a drip of blood coming down his nose.

“Hey your nose is bleeding pervert” you laughed.

“I SWEAR ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I GOT PUNCHED IN THE NOSE EARLIER Y/N BELIEVE ME” he pleaded, but you knew he was just messing around like usual again.

“Yeah okay, well I’m done here now. You can go home” you began to lift yourself off of him until chifuyu pulled you down for another kiss.

“That’s payback for earlier, you’re not as slick as you think you are y/n, but you did manage to get me riled up I’ll admit” you rolled your eyes slightly and cuddled next to him.

“I’ll take that as a win then <3” let’s just say that the math problem remained unsolved that night.

#chifuyu matsuno #tokyo revengers #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu x y/n #you x chifuyu #chifuyu imagines #draken #ken ryuuguji x y/n #tokrev kazutora #tokyo manji gang #baji x reader

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kinktae · 3 years ago

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okay I’m about to tell y’all something I’ve never told anyone. IM SORRY FOR THE RANT 😣 Okay so i got to see bts in LA but getting tickets was literally HELL like so fucking bad I bought them off stubhub but THANK GOD THEY WERE LEGITIMATE. But um, it was so FAR like last row on the last nosebleed for $1,600 for 2 people from my OWN pocket and then I’m not even from California to begin with, I’m actually from Texas. So that was already a hassle itself PLUS it was after thanksgiving so the plane tickets were .. $$$$ 😀 And when I tell you I’ve been anticipating seeing bts for 5 years straight and I always told myself that will be the most happiest moment of my life. But tbh.. it was not. Throughout the whole trip, my friend was ABSOLUTELY pissing me off like we had to do everything she wanted but I never wanted to say anything bc throughout our WHOLE friendship I’ve never had an issue with her SO IT WAS WEIRD TO FEEL ANGRY AND ANNOYED AT HER ?? Anyways the day of the concert I was already drained from her, my account balance being so FUCKING low, and just the anxiety of seeing bts. I don’t know why but my anxiety the day of the concert was just unbelievable. I was crying before the concert even started because I was so emotional I was blessed enough to see all 7 of my best friends yk 😞( I miss them a lot still ) but my ANXIETY WAS BEING SUCH A BITCH TO ME :((( when ON (the first song) came on, i almost had an actual panic attack. It was so angry at myself because i should’ve been enjoying that DAMN concert that I’ve been wanting to see since I was 15 years old (almost 20 in a few months EW that’s old ) I calmed down and started doing breathing exercises in the middle of black swan 😞 i was so ashamed of myself and not gonna lie I still am. There were so army that wanted to see them and couldn’t and I WAS FUCKING THERE having a stupid panic attack. Then my eyesight is SO fucking bad so I could not see for shit 😞 please don’t get me wrong, going to that concert will always be a core memory of mine and will always have a special place in my heart because toward the middle of the concert my anxiety went away thank god and I actually had the time of my life. But GODDAMN that post concert depression already had me in fucking headlock on the plane ride home 😮‍💨 anyways I will be eternally grateful I got the chance to see them because I love them so much, putting it into words will never be enough and I worked my ASS off for 3 months straight everyday to be at that concert. Although, i wish i could redo it :/ and for some reason, I feel selfish and ungrateful to even think that

( ‾᷄⌂‾᷅) baby I’m so sorry you’ve been keeping this in! It’s definitely a complex situation yet somehow I understand exactly what ur feeling. like money guilt, then the icky kind of mad that comes from being upset with a friend, and then stress induced mental health attack, then not being able to see well and then guilt that you’re not enjoying something as much as you could.

I kind of sort of understand what it feels like to be doing smthn cool yet not fully living in the moment, to be thinking of other things what it happened. It’s not exactly the same but I struggled a lot with dissociation when I was in high school and I remember always doing things and being like “you’re having a good time remember? you are present and happy and living in the moment!” When really all I was doing was thinking about how dissociated from my surroundings I felt. I was going to concerts and birthday and hanging out w friends but i felt so guilty bc I wasn’t having as much fun as I usually do bc I am too in my head about dissociating. That prob makes noooo sense lmfao sorry I’m a little elevated rn 😭😭😭

#ask #secrets secrets #point is #it’s a very understandable situation #and I sympathize w feeling of guilt tremendously #you have the right attitude about it all so I think that in itself is okay #you’re self aware where u need to be self aware #u don’t owe anyone an explanation just feel what u need to feel bub!!#and I hope u can get a redo one day!!!

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moral-turpitudes · 4 years ago

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College Headcanons: Modern!Peaky Blinders Edition

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: This came to me in a dream. Enjoy.

Thomas Shelby:

Double Major: Political Science and Business Management (bc he likes to work himself to death) Minor: Military Sciences/ROTC

Likes debating and trying to outsmart the professor.

Often seen on campus with bloody knuckles from rocking someone’s jaw.

Would 100% punch a motherfucker for being mean to someone he cares about.

Doesn’t need to be in a fraternity to be known around campus, just don’t mess with him and you’ll be fine.

All the girls whisper as he walks by but he don’t give a fuck cuz he has to go to his lectures.

He’s on time for every class and pulls out his pocket watch if the professor is more than 5 minutes late. If the professor can’t bother showing up then he dips out.

Almost got suspended for one too many fist fights.

Has a “thing” for the barista at the campus Starbucks. He learned after frequent visits, that her name was Grace and that she liked black coffee just like him.

Mysterious and moody af. No one knows if they’ve ever seen him smile, except when chatting up Grace.

Tries his best to study, but ends up getting dragged into his siblings shenanigans or into his head about the family business.

Keeps to himself for the most part, except for having a few close friends.

Hates technology so he uses a typewriter and prefers receiving letters/mail over emails.

Can’t figure out how to use Grace the baristas phone when typing in his number and tells her to write it down instead.

Often tells her to meet him after her shift. 😏

Professors hate him because of his reliance on paper. Totes not eco-friendly but he doesn’t care. Tommy always gets his way.

Grace always gives him a cookie for free cuz she knows he forgets to eat.

Always seen smoking or sneaking drinks of whiskey in a flask, even at 7am lectures.

Binge drinks on weekends with his bros, and drunk calls barista Grace when he has maybe 3 working brain cells left for the night. On other weekends when he’s coherent, he meets with Polly and tries to discuss business plans since their dad dipped out like a bitch.

To make matters worse, after dating for a while, Grace just leaves him. He thinks his aunt Polly may have been too hard on her, but he didn’t know until later that she lied when she said she didn’t know about the business. But barista bitch knew everything, and was gonna expose them to her higher-ups in the criminal justice department before long.

Arthur Shelby:

Major: Agriculture Minor: Military Science/ROTC

Graduated just barely.

Ended up in some trouble with his peeps in the military science department, probs for cussing someone out.

Angry, loud, and emotional af.

Loved drinking with John and his frat boy friends.

No one messed with him if they valued their life.

Started one too many fights and got suspended for reals. Almost beat a man to death but we don’t talk about that.

He gets stressed really easily so in his free time he draws horses.

When he gets real mad he takes it to the campus boxing ring and punches to his hearts content.

On his way back to his dorm one night he saw a girl who was in his agriculture class. She was cute and also in a “Christian” ministry group on campus. He decided to chat her up when she was preaching, just to see what it was about.

They later dated but then she cheated around with a fellow churchy man and just went off the rails. When he found out it wasn’t pretty.

Her friends and pastor most likely shamed her cuz she be ✨sinning✨. Therefore not helping her mental state.

Her name was Linda. Never trust a Linda.

Everyone tried to console Arthur but only boxing and drinking at Johns frat house did the trick.

Tommy often had to run to his dorm in the middle of the night to talk him out his mental breakdowns. College is hard.

In the end, he was glad he did agriculture even if his crazy ex would constantly stare at him during lectures, probably plotting his demise.

Some days he’d take out his frustrations by chopping wood and helping out on the farm where he worked and studied most days.

But you bet your ass fuckin’ Linda showed up to his dorm one time though with a gun and tried to shoot him, but she didn’t know his brothers and aunt were there too. Polly may have shot her in the arm tho. But when the campus PD showed up shit really went down.

We don’t know where Linda is now, but that’s probs for the best.

John Shelby:

Major: Music (idk I felt like he’s a musical boi) Minor: Military Science/ROTC

He’s a frat boy through and through. He drops it low on the dance floor and is known to dive onto beer pong tables.

Constantly going to parties and hooking up with sorority girls, that is until he meets a girl named Esme who’d been dragged to the party by her friends.

Suddenly he ain’t no hoe no more, he’s head over boots in love with her and she loves him too.

They be sneaking around in various buildings, often having to make a run for it to escape security.

He’d play her songs after hard training days with his military buds cuz it helps him calm down.

He’s not as violent as his older brothers, but he’ll fuck a person up if needed.

His fraternity is the second most important thing to him besides his girl. He loves the energy of the fraternity, the partying, and acting a whole fool with his friends, but Esme has him whipped.

His studies are struggling though cuz he loves to get turnt. He hates the studying aspect of college.

Always getting his brothers into trouble.

Snorts coke off Esme’s tits on occasion at the frat parties. It’s a wild time.

Has the mouth of a sailor but a heart of gold.

Talks of kids with Esme after dating for a year. Can’t afford a ring yet tho, but their bud Jeremiah marries them anyway on a whim.

After Arthur and the Grace fiasco ensues, he drops out of college because Esme falls pregnant. In the end, she ends up getting the chickens and wild cottage!core house she’d always wanted. They both decide to raise their kids there, living their best lives until Tommy drags them into more family matters later on.

Ada Shelby:

Major: English Minor: Gender & Women’s Studies

Always seen in the most stylish clothes.

She’s quiet most times but can be very knowledgeable on various subjects.

She’s constantly going off on her older brothers and trying to smack some sense into them.

Feels like something is off with the barista Tommy’s been seeing, but it’s not her problem.

Can 100% find her chilling in the back of Starbucks reading old novels or writing literature reviews.

When she’s not there, she’s holed up in the library where she works part time, studying and practicing for debates.

10/10 would fuck in the library cuz she knows all the best secret places to go to. 😏

Organizes meetings with different campus associations and demands equality for students.

Spends her free time surfing the net for clothes or keeping an eye out for a potential new bae.

Is probably the best at studying. She earns the best grades let’s be honest.

Will not hesitate to call a bitch out. She may not throw hands but she’ll throw words that can cut you like a knife.

Works for the campus paper, spilling all the tea on campus life. Her brothers often reluctantly agree to be her mock interview subjects for a range of assignments.

She breaks necks when walking around campus, everyone moves out of their way for her.

She’s a bad bitch.

Finn Shelby:

Major: Photography Minor: English

He hates how violent his brothers are but would 10/10 back them up if needed.

Often asks Ada for advice on studying and girls.

Doesn’t like the frat boy scene like John, but goes to the parties anyways with his best friends Isiah and Bonnie.

He’s a freshman and you can tell. He still has a glimmer of life in his eyes and a pep in his step as he walks around campus.

When he’s not taking pictures for class, he’s taking pictures of his girlfriend.

She’s his muse even when doing the simplest of things like sitting in a chair or reading one of his English books.

Each week he’d surprise her with a picture he took when she wasn’t looking, telling her how beautiful she is.

He may not look strong, but after many nights at the boxing ring with Arthur, he knew how to throw a punch.

He almost flunked his studies a couple times, getting too caught up in partying or being with his girl, but Ada and his Aunt Polly set him straight.

Voted by his family as most likely to not get arrested or suspended from college.

He’d have deep conversations with his friends, often confusing them because it was just that deep.

In his spare time he’d go boxing with Arthur or would try to help Tommy with his essays, but Tommy would get frustrated and tell him to fuck off within the first 10 minutes.

Polly Gray:

Profession: Business Management Professor Side Job: Managing the blinder business with Tommy

When she’s not teaching class, she’s managing the blinder business that was left to her and Tommy to tackle. This also means covering up any suspicions that arise on campus. She has her hands full.

She’s Tommy’s only shred of common sense some days when he gets too stressed out from his 10,000 majors and minors, or wants to plan to overthrow the university.

Will not hesitate to slap someone, preferably her unruly nephews.

Anyone can lie to her but the truth always falls through the cracks, and when she finds out, you’d pray you faced the devil instead.

In her spare time she reads tea leaves and prays for the corrupt souls of her son and his cousins. She really just begs to god that they can come together for once to get the business in line, but even that may be asking too much.

Knows a snake when she sees one. *cough* *cough* Grace the barista.

She’s the first one to tell someone I told ya so, especially her students when they flunk her tests because they decided to get drunk the night before.

When she’s not yelling at her nephews or grading papers, she can be seen at the local bar chatting up coworkers and old flames, hoping to find “the one” eventually. She ends up having a “thing” for the quirky Philosophy professor though. He’s kind of shady cuz she finds out he’s in a similar business on the side, but it only makes her like him more. She craves the danger.

They later end up in a whirlwind romance similar to John and Esme, and everyone loves that for them.

She can also be seen with her head in her hands when trying to persuade Tommy to use technology.

“What is copy and paste Pol? Can’t I just write it down? What’s up with all these gadgets aye?”

“If you want your hand to fall off and to make me lose my mind, then yes, write it down. Grading is bloody hard enough as it is, let alone grading your papers. You’re just like your father ya know, always doing things the hard way.”

Tells Gina off when she gets the chance just like she did Grace. She didn’t shoot her like Linda though, she just hurt some feelings.

May have aided in Grace’s “sudden” departure…maybe…just a little bit.

Secretly ships Tommy with a woman named Lizzie who had been her assistant at her office. She knew she could trust her more, at least.

Despite her harshness, she’s just trying to keep her family from completely fucking up their lives.

Michael Gray:

Major: Accounting Minor: Business Management

Like Tommy, he doesn’t get the hype of fraternities so he just hangs out with his cousins or his small circle of friends, they aren’t saints though.

His mom, Polly is his business management professor. She always calls on him and gives him a hard time when he spaces out in class.

Is often seen around campus with a few friends or his girlfriend Gina who he met in business class. They’re sickening and it was like a whirlwind romance tbh.

He usually finds himself cleaning up his cousin’s messes when it comes to fighting, but if he has to throw some punches he will.

He’s not as impulsive when it comes to matters of business, but where matters of the heart are concerned that’s another story.

When the blinders and Polly were all at her house for dinner one night he announced he was going to marry Gina. Arthur and John laughed and Tommy smirked slightly, still butt-hurt after his Grace left him for little-to-no reason. Ada grinned and bared the news whilst Polly nearly smacked him on the head.

People didn’t dare mess with him, and that went for all his cousins as well.

He spent a majority of his days in class crunching numbers, and most his nights out with the boys getting drunk or fuckin’ with Gina.

Because his mom held him accountable, his grades rivaled Ada’s causing them to get into some friendly competition at times.

He’s cunning like Tommy though. He got into many a screaming match with the older blinder after trying to take over his position in the family business. It ended in some black eyes and Polly smacking both of them with her newspaper. He knew better than to mess with the devil himself.

Despite the tensions between the cousins at times, he’s always the one they go to when they can’t figure out their math homework, and he’d always have to meet one of them in the library at 3 am to smuggle in some cocaine and a drink to keep them studying.

#katies headcanons #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #ada shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #michael gray #peaky blinders headcanons #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders #can y’all tell I’m obsessed with the dark academia aesthetic lately?

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sunsetcarnation264 · 3 years ago

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So, uh, that DT17 finale huh?

I would've made this right after I watched the finale, but I wanted to give it a bit of time to sink in fully and made sure I thought everything through before giving my thoughts on it. Not the worst finale there is, but it definitely could've been way better in my opinion. I've heard about the finale from my friends who've seen it, which from the sounds of it I already wasn't liking it, but since I've seen the finale now, how I feel about it is now concrete and set in stone and I feel the same as before. Maybe how I feel about it is in the minority side, or maybe a majority side, I dunno but I don't care. It's not the best it could've been and I'll explain why below. If you like it, good for you I guess because everyone's tastes are different, but I personally don't and I feel like the show deserves a much better finale than this. HEAVY DUTY DISCLAIMER: Just because I'm criticizing the finale doesn't mean I don't love the series, in fact it's because I love the show that I'm giving criticism and give what I would’ve done instead, and if you're anything like me and you're hella late to the party then there'll be spoilers for the finale. If you haven't caught up on the last episode, then you're not missing much honestly, but if you don't like spoilers regardless then watch that first then come back

The first part of the finale starts off like any other DuckTales 2017 episode. It's Webby's birthday, everyone's keeping their eyes out for F.O.W.L. shit, and Webby's enjoying herself. After a bit everyone goes below Funso's and they end up in F.O.W.L.'s territory. F.O.W.L. sets everything up to be on self-destruct, so they gotta find them and stop the self-destruction. They did happen to do the latter, but the F.O.W.L. members already escaped with almost everything. Just almost. The gang end up finding May and June, who're clones and they presume they're clones of Webby. Now this is where I'm starting to not like the finale. Yeah, you can do clones as like a plot twist, but at the same time it feels a bit outta nowhere. Had they foreshadowed it in another episode or have it lead up to the whole "oh shit there's clones of a character we know and love" thing then I wouldn't have a problem, but this came outta nowhere and I kept an eye on possible foreshadowing during season 3 and the rest of season 2 post The Duck Knight Returns too so I would've picked something up. The only thing that could count as foreshadowing was when Beakley promised Webby that she won't keep anymore secrets from her and the harp was saying "fibbing fibbing fibbing", but that's just it. Part two of the finale, Gyro does tests on them to see who they might've been clones of. He tries to tell everyone what the results are but when Scrooge asks him, he said it didn't come up with anything for him to answer the question. Beakley thinks they're both dangerous and locks them up in a closet. Webby, being a naive little girl, wants to talk to them because they're essentially her 'sisters' and she wants to know them more even though Beakley straight up tells her not to interact with them. Webby disregards what Beakley says anyways and she frees them, talks to them, and tries to show them her family tree so they can figure out where May and June came from. May and June are basically like "ehhhh this is your family tree? Who tf are you related to besides Beakley?" yeah, as if extended family or found family still ain't family you jerks. In the meantime, Louie just wants to watch his Ottoman Empire finale which ends up being shitty foreshadowing for the last part of this finale. You'll see why I mentioned this later. They even see Lena and Violet on there and are like "okay but who're those" which Webby responds with how they're her best friends and guess what one of the two clones goes to do? One of them grabs scissors and tries to cut it. When she does cut it, Lena's like "aw hell no bitch" and uses magic on her. Webby being Webby, is completely upset about this because "that was my sister how could you do that" and runs off like how one of the clones ran off. Bitch you only knew her for like five seconds, just because y'all be related don't mean you automatically THIS close to each other like how you are with Lena, Violet, Huey, Dewey, Louie, and anybody else in the McDuck family. I personally believe that love, trust, and respect is what makes people family, not blood/DNA, adoption, or they were married into the family or a step sib/kid/etc. If they're a harmful dick (i.e. a bigot who's queerphobic and/or racist or if they're an abuser, murderer, etc.) then you don't gotta treat them like family or say that they're your family. But anyways we're probs getting off topic, point is that she should trust those who she's known forever instead of clones she knew for a few minutes. Everybody tries to find Webby and one of the clones that ran off. Webby bumped into Beakley as she was tryna find May or June (I think May tho, don't recall) and she tries to lie her way outta it but Beakley knows what's up lol. She says that Webby wants to see the clones, Webby goes with it, and the younger duck wants to know who her parents were. Beakley tells her who her parents were (which might've either been a lie or she was describing herself and a late significant other that we've seen in Webby's picture of her parents) and Webby accepts it. Cut to later when she catches May and June trying to steal the ancient artifacts that Scrooge and co. retrieved during the entirety of season 3. She's shocked that they're even doing this, they all fight each other, and May escaped while June got knocked out. Webby disguises herself as June while she takes her outside where F.O.W.L. awaited them with an aircraft, most importantly Bradford. We only find out Webby was disguising herself as June when everyone got on. Huey notices what's going on and he goes after them, somewhat hiding in the aircraft before everyone leaves for the F.O.W.L. hideout. Not gonna lie, that was a pretty smart plan by Webby. Considering they all look identical and Webby's good at imitation, she can actually get away with this pretty well. This I actually really like and I wouldn't change too much about this. When Huey reveals himself to the three, Webby reveals herself to him but tells him to play along so they ain't fucked over. Somewhat worked. Webby keeps making little slips here and there which makes May hella suspicious of her. They land at the hideout, Webby tries to get what info she can while Huey's taken away. Thanks to the help of Pepper (who I love btw and I think deserves the best ;____;), Webby ends up finding the document room where there's documents on May, June, and a third person with the codename of April. She watches it and oh, shit, it turns out Bentina Beakley actually snatched her ass from F.O.W.L. when she was a baby! What a shocker! She couldn't believe what she was seeing! This is actually fine to me, her possibly being a clone actually makes sense because she could've been a clone of Beakley. Plus it's also a huge reference to how Webby was created to be a combination of Daisy's nieces April, May, and June back in the original series, though I dunno how many people would catch that, especially younger fans who might not have done the research to getting all of the references and easter eggs here. When Beakley was brought in (essentially she knocked Scrooge out without hurting him, went to here alone to take care of F.O.W.L. once and for all just for Webby, but got defeated along with some of the McDucks), everyone leaves Beakley, Webby, and the Harp alone and Webby somewhat confronts Beakley about her past. Needless to say, Webby ain't excited about this and she gets captured and tied up. She's actually pretty depressed, which I mean in a way I don't blame her since she wanted to know if that shit was real or if F.O.W.L. was fabricating it. Cut to Huey being brought to Bradford. Apparently he was a fellow Woodchuck too, though he wasn't the best despite being the very first Woodchuck by his grandmother Isabella Finch, in fact he was the worst which hahaha yeah I can actually believe that. It does explain why he hates adventures and all of that shit, one of the only things I'm willing to accept from the finale. He talks about how he wants to complete the collection "for the better" because Scrooge and everyone else in the family were the only ones to have Isabella's lost journal. Huey believes this at first. He stops believing it once he ends up finding Gyro and everyone else who're locked up. In the meantime, Bradford drags Webby out to a sort of box along with May and June. She doesn't know why she's brought up here. When she gets close to the box, the papyrus appears because... She's the descendant of... Of Scrooge McDuck. Okay no, JUST NAH MAN. This is where my biggest issue in the finale lies, the fact that she's a clone/made from Scrooge's DNA and is technically his "daughter". Not everybody has to be related to Scrooge McDuck to be great, in fact doing this to her actually ruins Webby's character. Her trope is "found family," not "I'm secretly part of the family this whole time and not even I knew it" and this fucks with it so badly. This show is about family, and all different kinds of it. Being taken care of by your uncles/aunts instead of your parents but still having a good relationship, some kids don't have parents and they're gone for whatever reason, being loved and accepted by other family members, some families are awful and abusive, hell some families have two same sex/gendered parents with a kid who's def adopted and one might've been adopted or been from a previous relationship, and it's also how sometimes we find people to call family because we found them and they found us. Webby was the one to fill in the finding those to find family alongside her grandma, but I feel like they're disregarding that just to have a huge plot twist. Again aside from Beakley keeping secrets from Webby, there was no foreshadowing and it makes a previous episode from season two (Nightmare on Killmotor Hill) seem kinda creepy in hindsight since she's over here wanting to be Scrooge himself, and creepy overall due to how obsessive she was over the whole McDuck family in general. You could say it's foreshadowing this whole time, since some people might actually be like this before realizing that "oh hey I'm actually related to this person" due to someone being adopted, given to someone else to take care of, divorce and each parent keeps one of the kids and they don't meet again until way later in life, which in a way is a fair point but at the same time not everyone's gonna notice this even when they look back at the previous episodes. If you're gonna do foreshadowing and a plot twist, you have to do it where looking back everyone can notice little details, not just a certain group of people, and you gotta make sure it's good. Every plot twist has it's foreshadowings, and every good one has a good amount for people to take a guess. Every bad plot twist, however, is either forced in just to shock the viewers or has shitty foreshadowing that's either extremely little or none. I will make a comparison between this and Steven Universe (which if you're still watching or haven't touched yet but haven't gotten up to season five, please skip this part to avoid spoilers for the show) because in Steven Universe, there were PLENTY of hints and foreshadowing that Rose Quartz was actually Pink Diamond and it was even a theory too that Rose was actually Pink, alongside a theory that Pearl was actually the one to shatter Pink Diamond and not Rose which ended up being true in a way that both fits. This was a good plot twist that everyone can watch the show from start to end once again and notice every little bits of details that led up to that plot twist reveal. (End of SU spoilers) This, however, isn't a good plot twist. It's a terrible one and, again, forced in, messy, and there's not enough foreshadowing that can be used to be like "oh I kinda saw that coming" or "oh shit!" and think it's a genuinely good twist. Also the fact that Webby called Scrooge "Dad" T W I C E in the finale, it doesn't sound right, I even voiced out loud that OH EW THAT DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT WHY ARE YOU CALLING HIM DAD THIS IS GROSS STOP IT LIKE JUST CALL HIM UNCLE SCROOGE LIKE YOU'VE ALWAYS DONE- Oh and this is meant to be a throwback to that Ottoman Empire finale foreshadowing thing from earlier btw lol The last few things I can note about this is the fight between Scrooge and Bradford, where the latter reveals that he was the one to tell Della about the Spear of Selene (which pisses Scrooge off so damn BADLY and it's the other thing I can accept from the finale, it seems like Bradford to do that shit), and the fact that Donald almost died for fucking good due to Bradford pushing his ass into a machine that can erase anything and everything from existence when put in there. He did so with his minions, so he has no qualms about doing so to Scrooge's family unless he signed the papyrus as a contract. Not that it worked anyways, since "family is the greatest adventure of all" which Bradford didn't understand one bit lol But the finale? Not good, the show deserved so much better and Huey deserved way better because this was his season. What I would've done differently is mainly how Webby is a "clone" or whatever you want to call her. It makes no sense for all of her DNA to be from Scrooge McDuck, which raises way too many questions. Why not Beakley? Why not a warrior from F.O.W.L. with a mix of McDuck DNA? Why is Webby a girl while Scrooge isn't? You could argue that oh he might be a trans guy, which while I absolutely LOVE trans and nonbinary headcanons (due to the fact I'm a nonbinary woman myself), it just feels like a cheap escape goat of an excuse to explain that and Scrooge being trans because of that? Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh it doesn't feel right to me. If it was a combination of him and Beakley, then okay I'd get why she's like that, but it still has the problem of her being related to the family DNA-wise. Same with the clones honestly. Now what I would do differently is make it where she's a clone of someone (def not Scrooge) and make it where she has an identity-existential crisis. Who is she really? Is she this "April" character, or if she Webby like she's always known herself as her whole life? In the end, she accepts that she's herself, Webby Vanderquack, granddaughter of Bentina Beakley and an ally of Scrooge McDuck. May and June, on the other hand, are possibly failed attempts to recreate Webby, the perfect clone, in order to get the papyrus to appear which in of itself never stated it had to be a DIRECT heir to Scrooge McDuck (it just states that it requires an heir of Scrooge McDuck) like a daughter/son or whatever. You can go back to the episode "The First Adventure" to look at the papyrus if you want, but he wrote that it was to an HEIR not a descendant. It heavily supports how they changed a shit ton of things before the last season being this year instead of idk, try to make it better because they finished voicing the lines in January this year when they started doing season three around the time we got season two. Bradford gets frustrated, wondering how it couldn't have worked because HE HAS WEBBY RIGHT HERE. What he didn't realize was that it could've been someone within the family itself, one who's considered the smart one out of the bunch that wasn't Scrooge McDuck himself, someone who's also a fellow Junior Woodchuck. And that would be Hubert Duck, in which season three is meant to be his season. When he gets close, the papyrus appears but Bradford snatches it and runs off with it so he can finish up that contract he's spent FOREVER to make and force Scrooge to write his name there. As with May and June, I dunno what I would do with them, but if I rewrite the finale at some point (which I would be doing now with my mom, who watched the finale with me because we tend to watch stuff a lot, but I can't at the moment because I have a list of stuff to make and I can't afford to make it longer than it already is along with my WIP list) I'll figure out what to do with them. Overall, the finale is a 4 out of 10 for me. Not horrible enough for it to be the worst finale ever in the history of shows/series, but it's definitely got a lot of things that bothered me too much to genuinely enjoy it without getting stuck on something for too long. Again if you like it, good for you, but personally? It should've been much better and the series deserves a proper finale. If there's no surprise movie to make it better, then I'ma just pretend this finale doesn't exist like nah bye bitch dunno you lmao Besides with how messy this finale is, I hope you guys enjoyed reading my thoughts on it and I hope you guys have a great day

#DuckTales 2017 #DuckTales Reboot #Spoilers on the finale/The Last Adventure #Lil's Talks #Idk I just thought about it again and I'm just not that happy with it lol #Just put a lot of love and care into everything you work on guys #I'm up for discussion to see why you guys like it #just don't be a dick in the comments and reblogs please #That's all I ask for

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slightlymore · 5 years ago

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Pride | Part 3

The last place Johnny expected to see Doyoung was the gym.

It was a gloomy and wet day and he was feeling like shit. He dragged his body around the weights racks and eyed the cardio corner where Doyoung was. He wasn’t doing anything extreme, just running on the treadmill, eyes focused on nothing, ears made busy by some music. Johnny didn't want to approach him, or talk to him, or look at him, but his eyes continued to dart into his direction nevertheless.

He wondered what type of person Doyoung was. Was he funny? Was he really that thoughtful? Was he even that handsome? What made you start to like him? What did he have? Johnny looked away. He wasn’t so clueless - he was jealous. But he couldn’t understand why was that happening. He thought he was over you. He definitely had no right to feel that way, he knew it, he was the one to make you both meet, he knew it. A part of him was excited to see you finally with someone but a part of him he didn’t know existed, hated it. He called you that night after you abruptly went home from the McDonald’s. You had a very strange voice. It was weak, feeble, small. “Are you still feeling that bad?” he asked. It was strange to see Doyoung mention your cramps as you’ve never had such severe pain before. And he wasn’t blind. You came crying out of that bathroom after talking to Doyoung and Johnny doubted it was because of menstruations. “No, I’m fine now. Don’t worry” you replied. Johnny hummed. “Is Doyoung kind to you?” he asked after a moment. You went silent for a split second as if unsure. “Yes. Why are you asking?” you said. Johnny didn’t like that pause. “Is he there with you? Can he hear our conversation?” he questioned you again. You went quiet again. “No. I’m home already. Johnny, what’s wrong?” you asked.

Johnny felt a lump in his throat he couldn’t understand. He was invasive and rude and he didn’t like but he couldn’t stop himself. “Did you sleep together?” he asked on a whim. He regretted it a second after opening his mouth. “No, don’t tell me. I’m sorry” he added quickly after. “Listen,” he breathed in, “just be careful okay? Tell me if he’s hurting you or something. That’s all” he added. “Damn, John” you chuckled as if surprised. “Doyoung’s a good person. Why would he hurt me? Don’t worry about it” you reassured him. It was a fake laugh. He has seen you do that so many times and you’ve even joked about it before. He was worried. Then you stopped texting him as you used to do. The following week you were busy all the time, you couldn’t make it to lunch for 4 times, you wouldn’t sit with him during class and barely looked at him during it. Did he hurt you in some ways? He confronted you once. He blocked your way and he hated how you looked around for an escape. “Y/N, what’s going on?” he asked. You finally looked at him. “Did I do something?” he asked. Your eyes widened slightly. “What are you talking about? No” you replied shooking your head firmly. Johnny stared at you as if trying to read into your soul. “Y/N, talk to me. What’s wrong? You can tell me everything” he reassured you. “Why would something be wrong? I’ve been a little absent because I’m busy - if this is what you’re talking about” you smiled. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you” you added, playfully hitting him with your elbow. But you were uneasy. Johnny wanted to push you into opening up. “Are you sure?” he asked for the last time. “Definitely” you smiled again. Johnny crossed the gym. He could see how Doyoung noticed him approaching, thanks to the reflection of the window in front of him and saw how he stopped himself from sighing. He didn’t look particularly pleased to see him coming. Johnny couldn’t understand if that was just his personality or if Doyoung actually hated him. Maybe it was just a projection of his own feelings. He couldn’t stand Doyoung either. “Hey,” Doyoung said taking off one of his earbuds. He didn’t bother to look directly at him. “What’s up?” Johnny replied stepping on the machine and starting to jog lightly. “Nothing much,” replied Doyoung. They both ran for a while in silence, each with his own thoughts. Then Johnny spoke again. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something,” he said. “Yeah?” Doyoung replied, not that interested. “I know I kinda pushed you two together, but what are your intentions with Y/N?” he asked. Doyoung finally looked at him. Johnny looked back with the corners of his eyes. The rain was pouring, hitting on the window glass as a thousand fingers. A group of noisy people walked behind them, making it difficult to continue the conversation. It’s not like Doyoung had a quick answer anyways. What are my intentions, really? Doyoung thought. “I’ve got no intentions” he replied after a while. And it was the truth. He might have had intentions before, but not anymore. Johnny’s face was a mask Doyoung had difficulties to figure out. “You mean you don’t like her?” he asked. His voice was calm and collected and Doyoung knew it wasn't a good sign. Doyoung sighed. “I mean she doesn’t like me” he answered. Johnny furrowed his eyebrows as if the other was lying. Doyoung wouldn’t have been able to be that honest before because it would have hurt his pride a lot. But lately Doyoung understood that having too much pride meant to just have a big ugly ego. And he hated that. Seeing you so eager to deny your feelings for Johnny just to not look pathetic or weak taught him that he was doing the same. In all departments of his life. Doyoung wanted to be honest and proud of that. “But do you like her?” Johnny asked again, not letting the conversation die as Doyoung hoped. He stared at him. “Are you worried about something?” he asked, already irritated for the interrogatory. He thought better than starting some kind of fight with Johnny but Doyoung couldn’t stand all of those questions. “I just think that if you’ve got no intentions with her then just get off her” the other commented. Johnny didn’t mean to be that rude. He planned to just go there and ask a few questions and maybe kindly intimate the other guy to stop messing with his best friend. Okay, he wanted to be rude. Doyoung couldn't help himself to not snort at the other’s words. Then he opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, then he then laughed again, incredulous. Johnny looked at him not expecting that reaction. God, he wanted to punch him so badly. “What does that mean?” Doyoung asked, in the end. “Why shouldn’t I be allowed to be her friend?” “I mean, it’s not like you could have a healthy friendship if you like her and she doesn’t,” Johnny said, as if obvious. “If you actually like her though” he added. “You mean, I couldn’t have your type of friendship?” Doyoung asked without being able to stop himself from being shady. He was angry. He was laughing but he was fuming inside. Johnny rolled his eyes. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “That she likes me” he added.

Doyoung stopped the treadmill.

“You know” he simply said. It sounded like an accusation. Johnny continued to jog. He shook his head. “It’s not true” he commented. In most delirious states, Johnny also thought that maybe, only maybe, you actually liked him. But he had to wake up from that. Doyoung just stared at him, as if in shock. Or as if controlling himself from beating him up. Johnny stopped his treadmill as well and grabbed the towel to pat his face. “I thought she was in love with me too,” he said afterwards. “But she’s not. She said that herself” he added. Seeing Doyoung silent he chuckled. “What?” he asked. Johnny sighed and drank from his water bottle for a few moments leaving Doyoung to his realizations. It was during the last months of high school. You were in Johnny’s room, sprawled on the carpet, snacks all around you, chatting with your friends. “What? No fucking way” Johnny heard you laugh. He was behind the door, the tray of drinks slightly shaking in his hands. He didn’t have to stop and listen to you that way, but he knew you were talking about him and he couldn’t help but eavesdrop. “He’s like a brother to me” you added at the others’ disapproving. Johnny gulped. His throat was suddenly very dry. So that was it, huh, he thought. Johnny never thought about you that way. Okay, not true. Johnny thought about you a lot. But he thought he didn’t like you. At the same time, there was no real reason to not be in love with you, he liked hanging out with you, seeing you every day, text you as often as possible. But that was it. He enjoyed the way your relationship was and didn’t want to change that. Or so he thought. Because now, hearing you say that with your own mouth - the fact that you would never like him in ways beyond friendship - was like opening his third eye. He did like you, he understood. He was a little ashamed to admit even to himself, but he had been tempted multiple times to just kiss you on the spot, to push you on his bed and just make out with you. But he stopped himself every time. Because he was nervous. Because he didn’t have the courage. Now, standing there, balancing the tray on his palms, he was glad he didn’t try. He was glad to have maintained your friendship that way. It would have been too embarrassing. His pride would have been devastated.

Johnny would often forget about you. Not in a bad way. It was his coping mechanism to just stop thinking about you so much. He started to see other girls. He expected you to do the same. He waited patiently to see you get a boyfriend. He knew that in that exact moment he would finally be at peace. He flaunted his relationships. He talked about other girls. He wanted a reaction. Was it possible for you to actually not care about him at all?

When he understood that Doyoung was interested in you, he didn't expect much out of it. He was just another guy Johnny tried to set you up with. He was digging his own grave with setting you up with men but so far no one worked for you and a little devilish part of himself, was full of joy every time you talked badly about someone. Maybe this is how your relationship had to be.

But then he saw you at the party. Doyoung was shirtless and followed you into Johnny's room. What were you doing together? Were you trying to find an empty room? He saw how you panicked and for a split second, he thought the natural thing to think: you were embarrassed to see him that way. Maybe you were shocked. Maybe, just maybe, you were actually jealous for once. But then Doyoung came in and Johnny changed his mind. Were you actually embarrassed by the fact of being found out trying to hook up with him?

Then when he got downstairs he saw the way you were talking to him. He saw how Doyoung looked at you as if no one else was around besides you. Johnny felt something weird. He complimented you and said how well you matched. You smiled back at him as if happy.

That was it. It was over. You were with another man and Johnny was with another woman and it was fine. You were both fine.

It was fine.

He continued to repeat that to himself the whole night. It's fine. Doyoung was a good guy, he was taking you home. There was no need to worry. Johnny tried to gulp down the weird emotion he was feeling with his mantra. It's fine.

Fuck. He wanted to take you home by himself. No. He wanted to take you upstairs on his bed and tuck you in and maybe watch you sleep for a little while before getting ashamed of being so creepy for no reason and leave. But he snapped out of it. Wouldn't that just eliminate the whole progress he did? He was your friend. Just a friend. Doyoung could be something more. He should take care of you and he was doing it. Amazingly. In fact, Doyoung was so great that he couldn't stop himself from taking away some of his attributes when he called and saw you so eager to dismiss Johnny's actions in favour of Doyoung's ones. He hated himself and regretted saying that already while saying it, but he couldn't stand to see you consider Doyoung a more important man in your life so easily.

He beat himself up over that the whole day and night. He was a jerk. He was a selfish jerk that hated to see you in love with somebody else. This is not what he wanted to see himself like. He had to do something about it.

He told you he was dating that girl. And it was true. He had some feelings for her. Was he in love? Probably not. Was she in love? Also probably not. Would it be a long-lasting relationship? Johnny doubted that. But it came at the right moment. He would be fine afterwards. That was his plan.

Everything was fine.

But then he saw you hold his hand and he lost it.

God, he hated that. I'll take her home, he wanted to say. Why did you tell Doyoung about that and not me?

He wasn't worried that Doyoung did something to you. In reality, yes, it could be a possibility but it wasn't the whole problem. He did find weird that he saw you crying and he immediately thought it was Doyoung’s fault. But he was also jealous. He was so mad.

When he saw him at the gym he wanted to take him down the treadmill by the collar and punch him. Was he playing with your feelings? He knew that Doyoung probably wasn’t. He was a good guy and that made him even angrier - because he had no real excuse to hate him besides his own selfish reasons.

You didn't text him and wouldn't answer his calls. Were you already so in love with Doyoung that now you didn't even want to be friends anymore? Were you texting Doyoung instead? Did he lose you so easily?

But then Doyoung said it wasn't the case and Johnny felt so shocked that he had to stop himself from laughing. If you weren’t in love with him, if it wasn’t Doyoung’s fault, whose fault was it? What was going on? He needed answers and he needed them now.

When you opened your front door and saw Johnny you thought about the small part inside of you that was absolutely thrilled to see him. But Doyoung was right. You had to put a stop to that. Only you knew how hard it has been the past week, to not read his texts and not pick up his calls. It wasn’t the best thing to do, but you weren’t ready to just talk to him. Not so soon. You were afraid that you might end up saying the opposite of what you needed to say - that you love him and want to be with him and maybe beg, be pathetic, ask him embarrassing stuff, mortifying yourself and him as well. But Johnny didn’t want to wait. He brought snacks and drinks. You sat on the floor of your living room. He was weirdly silent and you couldn’t bring yourself up to say something either. “I spoke to Doyoung in the gym today,” he said after a little while. “Oh really?” you replied, glad that he started the conversation but also a little scared of what that conversation was about. You couldn’t lie and say that you weren’t afraid of Doyoung spilling all the tea about your feelings to Johnny. But the scariest part was that you somehow hoped that he would do it. It couldn’t worsen the situation, would it? You reached a point in which your friendship wasn’t as before and it was all your fault. You thought that you would be able to get over your own feelings for the sake of that friendship and now you were slowly destroying it. You were tired. You didn’t want to see Johnny for a while and you were tired to hide. But would it be better to see Johnny suddenly distant as well? He still called, he still texed, he was in your house in that exact moment, trying to salvage your relationship. Would he do the same if he knew? “He told me that you don’t like him” Johnny revealed. You breathed in and out. You expected him to say that Doyoung told him everything. That the reason why you didn’t like Doyoung was that you liked him instead. “Is it true?” he asked. You wondered what to say. “Yes” you said, honestly after a little while. Johnny hummed. “Is he bothering you in some ways because of that?” he asked again. You puffed. “Come on, you’re still onto this?” you commented. “He’s not bothering me” you explained, stuffing your mouth with the hot-dogs Johnny brought, hoping to have more time to answer his questions if chewing. He rolled his eyes at how you almost spilt ketchup on your shirt and handed you a napkin. “Y/N” he said after a few moments of silence. You hummed back. “I have feelings for you” he added. You choked.

Doyoung was sitting at his desk, the only light was the lamp on it and the computer screen. He knew that Johnny was probably talking to you at that right moment and he couldn’t concentrate. Johnny was so worried about you not talking to him and so sure that it was Doyoung’s fault that he almost told Johnny that you loved him. You would have hated him a lot. Or maybe thank him. He wasn’t sure. But what he knew was the fact that he couldn’t stand the situation anymore even if it had nothing to do with himself. His eyes kept staring at the silent phone until he got exasperated and had to get up and walk around. His back felt a weird shiver and a dark awareness painted his thoughts. As if something bad was about to happen anytime soon. What was he so worried about?

You imagined this moment many times before. It was either random, as you were playing videogames, or romantic while walking on the beach, or wordless, said only with a kiss.

But you never thought that you would feel this way. You didn't anticipate the aftermath. Your mind couldn't imagine what was going to come next. It stopped right into that moment and you never adventured into more. You never dared to.

So it felt almost ridiculous when the first thing that popped up in your mind after hearing Johnny's confession was Doyoung.

Just that.

Doyoung.

Maybe it was a case similar to when you're about to die and your mind makes you think about the most random thing ever, like that time your grandma made you lasagne or what Timmy said to you that day in the middle of the 2009's summer. It wasn't the most important thing to think about as you're dying, is it? So maybe Doyoung was just that. A coping mechanism your mind used to shelter itself.

"I have to process that" you commented after a while.

What would Doyoung say about this? What would his opinion be? Would he be glad? Would he be happy? It was the right thing to feel, right? Happiness. You were finally loved back by your crush. Everything you've ever wanted was happening right at that moment.

Yet you were drifting away.

Johnny looked at you for a little, giving you space and time but then he couldn’t stay silent anymore. “I’m sorry if it’s making you feel uncomfortable” he added. You shook your head. “What, no” you managed to say in a whisper. “I’m just...shocked. I’ve never thought you would like me back” you explained not being able to find the right words. Johnny’s eyes widened. You returned the look mirroring him. “You didn’t know?” you asked in a feeble voice. “You really didn’t realize?” you asked again. Johnny opened his mouth as to talk but no sound came out of it. He cleared his voice. “You told the others that I’m like a brother to you and that you would never like me” he managed to say. “Remember? The last year of high school?” You frowned.

It was during your high school days, yes, you remembered. You were hanging out with your friend group at Johnny’s home. He went downstairs for a while and the others started to mock you for having alleged feelings for each other. “Don’t be ridiculous” you commented. “He would never like me back” you explained. “Tell him how you’re feeling, Y/N” someone said. You shook your head. “I think he has a crush on you” someone else said as well. “No fucking way” you laughed, embarrassed. “He’s like a brother to me” you added. Not because he felt like a brother to you. But because he treated you like a little sister. You knew you couldn’t stand a chance with him. He was so popular. Every girl in your school liked him. But your friends’ words made you think. You decided to swallow your pride. That night, after everyone left you lingered on his bed for a while watching him playing videogames. You looked at the back of his head, and the line of his shoulders. “There’s something I have to tell you, Johnny” you whispered. “Me too” he replied turning to you. You both looked at each other for a little while. Your heart was beating very fast and your palms were sweating. Impossible, but what if...? “You know Kelly from that time we hung out at the mall? I’m thinking of asking her out. What do you think?” he asked.

“God, Y/N” Johnny said. “I was trying to make you jealous” he added. “I’m so sorry,” he said and held you even closer to his chest. You were on your unmade bed, Johnny’s legs intertwined with yours, his arm around your waist, his fingers drawing light circles on your bare skin. You chuckled. “Stop thinking about that already. We sorted everything out, didn’t we?” you commented. You couldn’t recall how you ended up sleeping together. Everything felt like a dream and you were still immersed in that. One second you were looking at Johnny’s eyes and the other one he was kissing you, lifting you up into his strong arms, freeing you of your clothes, making you mumble his name. Some phone started to ring. It was yours. As you tried to move to get it Johnny held you even tighter and whined. “Ignore it,” he said. You smiled and turned back to his hug and tried to fall asleep. Doyoung didn’t know what was he thinking when he left his apartment. Was he really going to your place for no reason?

He felt obnoxious.

He stopped in the middle of the road and turning around he walked a few steps, meaning to go back home.

Then he stopped again.

He breathed in and out. He thought about you, probably crying after Johnny talked to you. You probably sorted things out and you had to watch him saying how sorry he was, how he still loved you as a friend, you had to watch the pity in his eyes seeing you so devastated.

It made Doyoung feel sick with pain.

So he turned around again and walked into your direction. What if he was naive? Or stupid? Or pathetic? He loved you. He loved you a lot. He loved you so much that he just wanted to see you happy. He didn’t care if you loved him back or not. He wasn’t loving to receive. He just loved because you deserved it. He just loved.

He loved you. That was his last thought as his eyes got suddenly blind by a bright light while crossing the road. He brought his arm up to shelter his gaze as a reflex. His mind suddenly remembered one time he saw you while you were in class. He was walking in the hallway and stopped in front of your classroom, creeping in through the glass window, hoping no one would see you. You were talking to one of your friends, smiling, your eyes almost closed, your teeth showing, a strand of hair fallen out from your hairdo. You looked bright and kind. Why was he thinking about that? It took him a second to realize what was going on. A loud thud accompanied the smell of burnt. He felt cold and nauseous. Then the world collapsed.

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ALL FUCKIN 35 OF THEM SKLNWESDJFPXO

I SHOULDVE EXPECTED THIS FROM YOU

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

A three! I think I’m mid range cause I ain’t terrible but there is still shit I gotta improve and grow in my writing

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

to manifest what canon won’t give me and to write more! (though yes it is mainly about the smooching and the— I’ll stop there LOL)

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Hm! My weird research details? I’m that “fun fact, did you know...” in my fics sometimes LOL! I plan on giving a penthouse for erina in a fic and I went through penthouse listings in Japan for floor layouts and locations💀 my research gives me inspo and depth to stuff I think I lack in comparison to others sometimes.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

In terms of fellow fic writers, one of them I can’t name here but she’s an inspiration with her exceptional gift for prose period and her lovely skill at comedy! I want to be as funny as her when I write, I love her ironic situational humor. Other fic writers are @takoyakitenchou, @royaldragonsevgisi15 who I always love sharing ideas with and motivate me to create more! For non-fic writers it would be V.E. Schwab, Leigh Bardugo, Oda, and Horikoshi! The last two may be mangaka, however they are writers as well to create their stories! The depth these creators have given their worlds and interesting characters theyve given life to are all what I aspire to be like!

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

so far uh?? hm everything I’m currently writing are wips lol!! im proud of my wip that has been nicknamed ‘soma panics’ that is a multi-chapter fic that spans like probs 20 plus chapters maybe

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

dialogue! it’s so much fun! and character thoughts. I’ve said to people I may be better suited for script writing

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

I think it’s description, of like setting and showing action. also an expansion of my vocabulary LOL

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

erina! I think it’s because canon has shown us many of her different faces and range of emotion.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

SOMA!! chill ass mofo whos more carefree compared to the common shonen protagonist! for other shokugeki characters I’m not sure just yet because I haven’t flexed my fingers enough for the rest of them.

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

I guess I should say romance cause that’s what I mostly write LOL!

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

sorina and I try to get them to smooch eventually KEK and yeah it’s..usually romantic fluff lmao

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

HONESTLY ALL OF THEM but “soma panics” is my brain child

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

pretty sure it’s digimon....

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for?

currently shokugeki no soma!!!!

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for?

uhhhh I guess SNS? LMAO fandoms...all have their quirks to them.

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

characters cuddling!!!! or getting the urge to smooch!!!!

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

unrequited love GOOD FUCKIN BYEEEEEE

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

I have plot ideas thst can be wild potentially but so far nothing fits this criteria so far that I actually have written.

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

depends on the fandom, but if written well, all of it!

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff?

shippy 100% like I said I like smoochin

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

romantic is...*drumroll* SORINA! platonic, soutaku and erina and alice!

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Sometimes! There are times songs will be on loop and times I just shuffle a playlist. and if I’m writing in random bursts it’ll be with no music but it really does depend lmao I think music is when I’m forcing myself to write?

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

completely independent ideas, I’ve realized in the past prompts shoot me in the foot often unless I luckily figure something out. but I’m often driven by my own sporadic self interest with shitty ping ponging attention

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

multi-chap I guess cause I can post without being finished LOLLL but tbh can I really answer? I haven’t finished anything.....

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

I can’t answer this question imo because I haven’t finished a fic yet so technically stuff could all fit in the one fic?

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

MYSTERY AND CRIME! I love the genre and I have plot ideas once a blue moon but I can’t dive in because I want to make details that work and reduce plot holes where suspension of disbelief isn’t as needed. I need to study it more (I need to study all the details for any of my fics imo to be confident sometimes LOL)

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I don’t think I can say one comment was the nicest because I’ve gotten comments that have given me quite the smiles to my face many times! I know this is a cop out but it’s true!

IS WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY UNTIL REINA SENT ME THE FOLLOWING ON DISCORD LIKE TWENTY MINS AGO:

and also rad. i am never this vocal about my emotions like EVER but this needs to be said your fics are obviously far from perfect, as are mine and everyone else's. but the thing about your works is that they're so well-sanded that it's impossible to find any rough edges or faults in them in terms of cohesion to a plot. your cast is never OOC and the amount of effort you devote to developing your takes on the characters as accurately as possible is unimaginably awe-inspiring.

BITCH I WANNA CRY 😭

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

I’d like to believe I take it often well to try and improve because that’s always my goal. if someone is rude lol that’s not constructive snd is unhelpful. If I disagree with criticism I’ll explain why !

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Not yet, but I have some plot ideas I think will let me test this.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

F L U F F.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

elliott fuji, a japanese-american award winning photographer who is erina’s boyfriend in ‘soma panics’ which..causes soma’s panic LOL he’s 30 with slightly wavy black hair. I still haven’t pinpointed his personality just yet...he kind of humble brags for sure an artsy fucker and flirts maybe I’ll make him a lil shy though. he teaches sometimes, and becomes an adjunct photography professor in Tokyo so he can be with erina.

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

a cook is unfashionably late in realizing his feelings.

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

I am a slow. so slow. motivation who is she? I also write out of order, unfortunately a bit too often.

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

this should be for the fic ‘soma panics’ it’s either megumi or satoshi talkin to him rn, I’m leaning towards satoshi

“You thought she would always wait for you, didn’t you Soma-kun? To always welcome you home.”

Soma drags his palms down his face and groans. He doesn’t like this at all. He doesn’t shy from confrontation but this is a whole different ballgame. Soma doesn’t play any ball.

“I guess..?” Is his reply, because he thinks he isn’t sure how to answer that.

“You guess?”

Just being questioned again is enough to crack Soma’s pathetic facade as if it was dropped chinaware and he lets out the longest sigh.

“No.”

Coming home means coming home to Nakiri Erina too.

Nakiri Erina is his forever.

this is @takoyakitenchou’s excerpt she’s most proud of that I’ve written, which is also from you guessed it, the long fic soma panics

SOMA: I am, I mean I will be, I swear I will always come home to you, not spend as much time abroad, once I’m done with work I’ll come right back. I’ll make sure to message you. Nakiri, I’m in love you with you. Maybe for a really long time. You know how I say I dedicate my food to you? My dad—my dad said that the key to become a good chef is to find someone to dedicate your cooking to. A special someone. For my dad it was my mom, you know? For me it’s...

(this is a good piece of dialogue tbh so I am also proud of this)

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I’ve mentioned it throughout this but the WIP I’ve nicknamed ‘soma panics’ is something I’m super excited to write, but it’s going on slowly...and almost completely out of order. out of all of my writing it showed off that particular habit of mine, along with “what is this, a shoujo manga?!” though the latter is currently being written chronologically now that I’ve posted chapter one and is pretty solid in direction. it was originally supposed to be a one shot but I got impatient and wanted to post at least something for the sorina / soueri fandom.

however, because ‘soma panics’ (I won’t call it that LOL) is my baby I want to keep true to my rule of refusing to post it until I have a draft of the entire fic finished and I’m satisfied with the main points pretty much. due to my writing out of order, I’m worried I’ll change my mind about scenes or want to reflect things in earlier chapters for later ones etc etc

I joined the SnS fandom extremely late, as season five was airing. I was a fan of the manga five years ago and dropped it because I forgot to check for updates when I caught up 😔 I really want to bang out the different fics and aus for sorina that I have before the fandom fizzles out entirely but tbh I’m writing for myself, I’m manifesting what I want to see and I’ll just share it with all my friends to read if no one else will. cause I’m slow broski I dunno what writing fast even is like LMAO I do really want to write faster though, so I can contribute more and let the words free from the discord dms....

#ask meme #ask rad shit #writing #writing by rad #fanfic #reina girl u put me thru it I swear lol #thank u for sending!!#ur amazing!!!!

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