#And i still got a six page essay to write

[simpforfandoms]

to be loved

please send in requests, it’s like the only way I have actual motivation to write. wrote this in an hour after writing a six page essay. sorry I haven’t been active

summary: you want to be lost in him, but not in this way.

pairing: bruce wayne x reader (no pronouns used (at least I don’t think))

genre: angst no comfort because in real life that doesn’t happen.

warnings: no editing

word count: 1.6k

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“You’re being so much like your father”

“My father was a good man.”

“Oh please, your father was a corrupt business man!”

The conversation is now a full blown argument. It wasn’t about getting your point across. It wasn’t about trying to state your mind. No it was a competition. Who could respond quicker? Who could hurt the other person more? Who would win? No more educated statements, only rash insults.

“Don’t you dare talk about my father that way!” He yells walking toward you, as to challenge you.

You shake your head at his tactics, “Everyone told me you got the worst qualities from your father. The self absorbness, the playboy facade, and the way you can never see when to give up. That you would never make a good husband” You scoff in disbelief. “And I defended you! Never noticing your red flags because you hid them so well!” You cry out

“Oh you want to present yourself as a victim to make yourself feel better? You and I both know you chose this life” He screams at you.

In every argument you have ever had, never once had he screamed at you. In all the rage and frustration, your beloved and devoted husband had never ever been as mad at you as he was now. His eyes were hardened and no matter how deep you looked into them you could find not a once of love. The very realization of this made you sick to your stomach, and you instantly feel tears well. Whether they were from shock, frustration, or sadness, you didn’t know. In truth, you knew you had no right to be upset at his words. You’re the one who started the argument. But some selfish part of you did want to play the victim. Deep down you knew there was truth to his words, not that you’d ever admit it.

“You wanted it until you didn’t.” He states much calmer than before. You assume this is probably because he noticed your tears or maybe it was because he just wanted to stop the yelling.

You shake your head rapidly, as if to stop the tears, “What choice did I have? I wanted you! Not the Batman. And when you told me that you couldn’t- No that you wouldn’t give up the mask, I understood, I really did. And when things started getting tough I was there for you because I love you. And to love you means to love every part of you including Batman. But now it seems you’re consumed by it, him. The man I fell in love with is no longer there. It’s just a shell of a man that once was. I don’t recognize you anymore. I look at you and all I see him”

You look him in the eyes to see anything, anything at all, but you see nothing but a mask. A mask he was putting on. You sigh. Maybe this is the end of it all. You didn’t want it to be. You love him. Hell, you had given your whole life to him. You didn’t go out and explore the world, unlike Bruce who left you for a 7 year journey. But you never once dated anyone else during that time. Remaining faithful. Because you loved him and couldn’t betray him like that even if you were on a break. When he said he had to leave to do something important, you promised him that you would be there when he came back with open arms. You’d know him since you were children, dated since you were teenagers, married since you were adults. Never once have you dared to look at another man. Bruce was the only man for you. You were sure of it. But sometimes you wondered what life would be like if you hadn’t waited for him all those years ago. You often get postcards from your old friends exploring the world. Each and everyone you read with a pinge of envy. Envious that they got to live their life while you’re here in Gotham, still with your Highschool sweet heart. Maybe that’s why you never went to any of the stupid highschool reunions. You knew they would judge you for being in the same spot and relationship you were in all those years ago. They would ask you what have you done? And you wouldn’t know how to respond. Truth is you’ve done nothing with your life but Bruce. He was your whole life. Your whole goddamn universe. But somewhere alone the line you got tired of it. Tired of it all. You felt stuck. And that’s the worse feeling in the whole world. A third wheel in your own relationship. You can’t just leave him because throughout the years it became a kind of codependency. He couldn’t function without you, and you without him. But you can’t do it anymore. It deteriorating you. Can’t he see your sunken eyes from staying up all night waiting for him? Your callused hands from stitching his wounds? Your biten lips from biting them every-time he goes out in fear he might not return? You love him with all your heart but sometimes love just isn’t enough.

He lets out a long breath and closes his eyes. He loves you. He knows that. He knows you better than anyone, but yet he doesn’t know what you want him to do. Perhaps he should do what he wants to do. But what he wants to do is run out and go punch some unsuspecting criminals to blow off steam. What good would that do if when he gets back you might not be there? However this is Bruce Wayne we’re talking about. The Bruce Wayne that is afraid. Afraid that even if he does try to talk it out you’ll admit something that will be harder to swallow than you just leaving unannounced. He wouldn’t know how’d he handle it if you ever blatantly told him you were leaving and why. He can stand you leaving without closure because then at least he can still have hope. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had to accept the truth. That it’s his fault that you’re leaving. So he did what he does best. Leave to go punch some bad guys.

You scoff through tears in disbelief, he had turned away from you to go on patrol. Typical Bruce. You wanted him to fight. To argue. To reassure you that everything was going to be alright. That he still loved you. That he cared. But he doesn’t. Instead he gets into the Batmobile and drives off. You don’t know why you expected more from him. You had almost yelled after him. But you didn’t. Now no amount of words can fix what’s already broken. It’s time you let go of this broken ship before it takes you down with it.

…

When Bruce gets back he’s not surprised that all of your stuff is gone. He anticipated it. But yet it still hurts. A part of him had hoped that you would be waiting when he got home. Opened armed and ready for his apology, like you had done so many times before. This time was different though. You had pulled your heart and soul out to him and he ignored you. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You finally came to your senses that you deserved better. Bruce let’s out a weak smile at the thought of you finally being happy in all the way he couldn’t make you. Your crinkled eyes as you smiled. Your laugh that you thought was the ugliest thing, but the most beautiful thing to him. You deserved to be like that all the time. You deserve it all, he thinks. He is taken back to the harsh reality of the situation by a soft knock. He can’t help the way his heart leaps at the thought that it might be you. But then he opens the door and sees Alfred. His hope instantly fading.

“Master Bruce, I brought you some sleeping tea. As I imagine that it might be hard for you to sleep.” That’s all Alfred says, and places the the tea tray on the bedside table.

Nothing more nothing less. That’s what everyone loves about Alfred. He knows not to bring up you gone because he knows Bruce isn’t ready to talk about it. But he’ll bring him tea to silently let him know that he’s knows and he’s there. Bruce wonders if he had done the same for you. Well comforted you as you were leaving. Reassured you that you’d be okay. He’s glad that Alfred brought him some tea so he can go to sleep where his dreams with you reside. Bruce can’t help but feel the ache in the top of his stomach at the thought of you. Guilt? Sadness? Anger? Perhaps all three. He’s mad at himself for not fighting for you when he had the chance. Guilt for not giving up the stupid Batman. He knew you would do it for him. Had he said the word you would do anything for him. If he had told you to stay you would’ve. Guilt for keeping you in a this relationship for so long when you deserved so much better. His subconscious knew that he couldn’t keep you trapped in a relationship with him forever. So he let you go. He loves you, and you him. But like they always say if you love something you have to let it go. But letting you go it is better than losing the love completely if he continued to drain you. It would grow to become a even more resentful marriage than it already was. At least now there was still love left, and cherished memories not ruined by hate and anguish.

#batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #Bruce wayne x reader angst #angst #no comfort #marrige #bruce wayne one shot #Bruce Wayne x reader one shot #Bruce wayne x you #Batman x reader #dc comics #dc comics imagine #Spotify

[justporo]

10 CHARACTERS!

rules: pick 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people!

aye, @tripleyeeet thank you for the tag - I'm sorry I take forever to do stuff like this mostly, I'm just a loser with these kinds of things, sorry...

Astarion - not to anyone's surprise, lol. But he has to go first - this character has me in a chokehold and goddamn he changed quite a few things in my life - for one, I started writing again and posting fanfics online and now I'm here!

2. Kaz Brekker - I prefer the book version though. He's such a great character, he's such a snarky genius and such a bastard - I love him. And Six of Crows was also my first read by Leigh Bardugo and now she's one of my favourite authors!

3. Big Boss/Venom Snake - For some still unkown reason I got really into MGS5 when it came out and am still a big fan of the MGS and Kojima to this day (although I haven't even played all the games, lol).

4. Ellie Miller - Last of Us Part 1 I could only watch as Lets Plays but I got into TLOU Part 2 myself and I love the story and Ellie especially although my heart still hurts - and probably always will.

5. Loki - I got into online fandoms because of that fucker. So in a way he paved the way for Astarion and my content today, adhwqfhef.

6. Hannibal Lecter - Gosh dang, he's such a perfect villain. One of my absolute faves. I could write you an 15 page essay on why I think Hannibal is a spectualar show over all - and also Mads Mikkelsen is amazing!

7. D.Va - Back when I was biiiig into Overwatch she was one of my absolute favourites. Girl in a big mecha wrecking ass - sign me up!

8. Jinx - I've loved her from when she was introduced to League. I love her design and how crazy she is and was especially happy she was such a big part in Arcane.

9. Geralt of Rivia - White-haired men just are my thing apparently... I love his grumpy ass and how his heart is ultimately in the right place despite him acting like he's an asshole.

10. Cristina Yang - I'm still not through with watching Grey's Anatomy but Cristina is and always will be my fave from the show!

I'm tagging: @megs-98 @tavdraws @tragedybunny @tatterings @micropoe10 @bearhugsandshrugs @azaani-art @the-littlest-raindrop @smaranshakthi @aurasyn (only if you wanna and also anyone else that wants to join!)

#astarion #geralt #jinx #hannibal #cristina yang #dva #loki #big boss #ellie miller #kaz brekker

[fastlikealambo]

C+|| Professor!Eddie Munson x Black!Fem Reader

Summary: After receiving a less than stellar grade on assignment, you receive a request to attend Professor Munson’s office hours. Stuck in a cozy office with your extremely hot professor, your anxiety takes hold and office hours take an unexpected turn.

Triggers: Panic attacks,  Mental Health

Minors, please dni.

Let’s chat during my office hours this week!

You thought about throwing that little post-it stuck to your failure of an essay on the romantic poets right into the garbage and pretending you never got it. Class was hard enough, the material was engaging, you were learning so much yet at the same time, you weren’t paying any fucking attention at all. 

Those salt and pepper curls, the way he chewed on his glasses, that weird little dance he did when someone made an interesting point or gave a correct answer.

That smile....

No, absolutely not.

You had a master’s degree.

You had a perfect GPA.

You qualified to be a Rhodes Scholar.

In kindergarten, your teacher said you were a pleasure to have in class.

You were pristine.

And now you were pristinely sweating in front of your professor’s office, desperately trying to ignore that prickling feeling in the back of your neck. You knocked firmly yet politely, about a few seconds from turning and running away when music from the other side of the door turned off and it was now or never.

The door swung open and there he was, tweed blazer gone, crisp white shirt a little more open than usual, sleeve rolled up to the elbow displaying tattoos you didn’t expect a professor of poetry to have. 

“Come in, I’m so glad you had time to come today!” He said brightly, pushing his tortoiseshell glasses to the top of his head, flattening himself against the door so you could pass.  

A faint whiff of cigarettes and some sort of earthy cologne had you melt but you straightened up immediately, pulling out your paper and notebook. He takes the chair opposite you, legs crossed, reaching for his own notes.

“So, how do you feel about this paper? Let’s start there.” He said brightly. 

The prickling on the back of your neck starts to become a buzzing and it feels like your whole head is vibrating but you ignore it.

“I felt pretty solid about it.I gave thoroughly checked research, provided more than necessary sources to support every claim about Keats’ work I presented, there were no grammar errors, and I ran it through six different plagiarism checkers. The word length is exactly as you required so I’m not sure I understand what I did wrong.” You said, honestly. 

He gently took the paper from your hands to inspect his own writing, your hands starting to shake as he went through each red marked page.

What else could those fingers do, you wondered.

“Your research was impeccable, your grammar and analysis were great, and there are exactly 5,000 words. However, as this was an opinion and analysis assignment, your opinion on the poem itself seems to be missing. You did an amazing analysis but that was only half the assignment and that’s why you received a low grade.”

“I don’t understand.” You said quietly, your hands started to shake and your chest felt really tight all of the sudden. His voice faded into static in your ears and you were really struggling to stay focused.

“I want to know how Keats' work made you feel as well as how the work has been regarded over time. You’re a person, not a research archive. Do you understand what I’m saying?” He asked, leaning in to meet your gaze.

“I read the instructions fifteen times, I analyzed the poem, I gave opinions, strong opinions.” You choked out.

“Other people’s opinions, dead old guy opinions, I wanted yours.” He said, leaning back in his chair.

Failure.

All that work, all that money, two degrees down and you were still just a failure.

“I did a full assignment, I didn’t do half the assignment, I would never do half the work required.” You muttered, trying to take a breath that wasn’t coming. 

 Eddie leaned forward, confused, studying your face before his own face softened with concern as he said your name, once, then again with no response from you.

“Can you hear me, sweetheart? Are you alright?”

You couldn’t breathe.

Okay, five things you could see.

Dirty carpet, empty coffee cup, worn books, your professor’s big brown eyes, oh fuck this was happening in front of an audience.

Another failure.

“Look at me, you’re okay, everything is okay. Fuck the paper, I’ll give you an A if you just take a breath, please breathe!” Professor Munson said, somehow looking worse than you felt. 

You tried to take a big breath but nothing but a rasping noise came out and the office was starting to get very blurry very quickly.  Eddie crouched down in front of you, hesitant.

“Can I touch you, is that okay?” He asked, voice soft and quiet as to not to scare you even more than you already were.

Please do.

How the fuck were you anxious and horny? One of those should cancel the other out.

You managed to nod and Eddie covered your hands with his own, squeezing gently. 

“ You’re okay, nothing in this room or in your head can hurt you, I’m right here. Breathe with me, okay? A nice deep breath, we’ve got all the time in the world.” He said slowly, taking a big breath and you mimicked him,allowing yourself to inhale deeply.

“Good job, sweetheart. Let’s try again, shall we?” He asked, thumb rubbing against your knuckles as you breathe together an additional time. It takes a few minutes before your breathing goes back to normal but he doesn’t let you go.

“There she is, welcome back, sweet girl.” He said with a soft smile, his hand reaching up to stroke your cheek and you put your hand over his time, closing your eyes. You both relaxed into each other’s embrace in the quiet of his office, breathing and being as one.

“I should let you go now.” He said, leaning back first with an awkward cough, looking anywhere but your face, running a hand through his hair.

“But-” You started.

Eddie looked back at you, eyes dark.

“But what?”

You brought your face close to his, not breaking eye contact.

“But what if I don’t want you to?”

Hope you liked this!

#eddie munson x reader #older!eddie munson #eddie munson x black!reader #older!eddie

[lonesomedotmp3]

can't sleep boooo mental disorders and suchlike!!! however if I get nooooo sleep I'm allowed to get another honey oat latte. which could be huge <3 in six hours I've got to talk about zombie yuck. what a yucky book. I still haven't finished the cipher btw and they still haven't fucked the hole they're just kind of dicking around but I've only got like thirty pages left so I really should finish it. but it's stupid :( at least nakota will be there doing something completely unhinged. did you guys know I have to write a comic book esque essay on riverdale soon. well it doesn't have to be about riverdale but that's what I have the ideas for. so can everyone go back to reblogging betty cooper horror movie parallel gifsets that would be very helpful for me personally <3 ok back to the old grindstone (bed.) good night or morning or whatever I'll probably be back in like ten minutes

#I'm losing my grip on reality AND. i need to start lost s2... #and i need to watch a fucking slasher movie before i go crazy!!!

[sherbet-shark]

💋5. “When you’re around, I feel so weightless and when we kiss, I can’t explain.” +🌸17. “At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love.” for Leona, thank you <//3

Kiss but Don’t tell

Author’s note: Heheheh HAHAHAHAHAHAH owo this prompt is from my closed 150 follower celebration.

Trigger Warning: LIGHT SUGGESTIVE MATERIAL, angst themes,

Word count: 1k

Summary: Finding respite from academic work in the Botanical Garden with your boyfriend Leona, you both breathe in the peaceful atmosphere.

Leona gruffly sighs as he lays sprawled out on the botanical garden grass, his arms crossed against his chest and his head propped up by a nice comfortable pillow. You. Well, more specifically, your lap. It was peaceful as you lightly played with Leona’s silky brown locks. You counted yourself lucky because knowing your boyfriend more or less demanded you to rest with him after a couple of very stressful and busy days. It helped you chill out even for a moment. The professors seemingly had no collaborative schedule to work out their assignments, and it felt as if they plotted for their student's demises at times, from a six-page essay to Alchemy lab write-ups. This was one of those times.

While you were only a first year, the professors didn't pull any punches on the first-year students. Leona would openly poke fun at your misery, slaving away with working on papers in the library or in your respective workrooms. Leona’s laidback and aloof philosophy on academic studies got on your nerves most definitely but today was a day where you begrudgingly took a page out of his book.

“I don’t need those textbooks. I already know what’s in them.” Kingscholar would nonchalantly shrug at your suffering and resume his napping, or, on the off chance, he’d cryptically help you with particular assignments. Now on your restful lunch break, under the shade of the large trees, your hideaway.

As much as Leona loved ruthlessly teasing you and your work ethic, he’d much rather have you like this. Relaxed and by his side. Those bags under your eyes and bitting attitude was a great change of pace, don’t get him wrong, but he’d rather not have you be sick or too stressed, but then again, it was your life too. He loved bossing you around on occasion, but there was a reason why he was dating you. The prefect wouldn’t roll on their stomach with their tail between their legs even to their stubborn lover.

Leona takes a deep breath in the mix of their scent, the floral perfumes in the garden set in the air, his head laying on his lover’s thighs. It felt perfect. He felt weightless in these moments like this, as cheesy as it was to think. The second prince would never tell you that, though. He couldn’t. He could never find the right words, nor did it feel right for him to say. Perhaps it’s because he’s never had a healthy relationship with his family and romantic partners.

You knew wholly well that he had a long way to go to have a thriving, healthy relationship with you. It wasn’t easy. You’d have passionate fights over things, unwillingness to let things go, stir up something. However, what made your heart melt was that he, no matter what would still be with you in his roundabout ways of checking up on you after days of fighting or, if he was heated, have Ruggie moreover see how you were holding up.

You knew that if he were tired of you and your relationship, Leona would push you away. Ignore your existence, and have Ruggie stop his check-ins, but the third year never did those things. That makes his actions all the more meaningful to you, encased in his arrogant manner and selfish pride. He was always with you. He may be horrible at saying that he loved you aloud. But in peaceful moments like this, he clarified his feelings to you.

“Hey. Space cadet. You listening to me?” Blinking away from your thoughts, Leona rose from his spot to snap his fingers in front of your face.

“Wh-what happened? I’m sorry, I was thinking about something.” You apologetically answer, looking into his intense emerald eyes.

“I guessed that much. I was saying; that the lunch break was over. Shouldn't you be running to your classes, herbivore?” The beast man rolls his eyes as he worse a smarmy expression. His words dripped his signature sarcasm and uncaring at your preoccupied mind.

“It did? Oh, shit!–” Hastily getting up from your comfortable spot, Leona amused watching you struggling to get your bearings. Scowling at his handsome face watching you with amusement gleaming, you moved to kiss that stupid look on his face. That would surely wipe that away.

Your hands grip the collar of his uniform, your lips pressing against his somewhat chapped lips, and playful aggression takes over you. This kiss wasn't as intense or passionate as you shared before but still had inklings of peaceful intentions. ‘He thinks he's so high and mighty; well, let's see about this.’

The hold on his orange vest still held firm as you could feel Leona’s guard drop as his eyes widened. All too soon, you release the surprised lion from your touch and make your escape. Finally, rising from the ground and tried to rush from his touch to class. Leona grasps your wrist and takes to his feet.

“You think you'd get away from me after that stunt,” Leona starts as he brings your hand to his lips and nips at your skin. “I think I'll come with you. To keep an eye on my quarry, of course.”

Your jaw dropped as heat warmed your cheeks. You watched with a flustered expression at your boyfriend nipping your hand; an annoyed huff escaped your lips as you moved your hand to intertwine your hand in his warm gloved hand.

“You better pay attention this time then, stupid lion.” You could still feel your cheeks burst to life; the heat felt sweltering as you leer at the prince. It wasn't the first time your boyfriend would accompany you under the guise of “being interested,” but in reality, he wanted to see how you'd act when and if he was in the same class as yours.

It was fun seeing your sparse glances at his form only to look back at the professor or your desk. No doubt embarrassed at the duality of being a student and being romantic partners.

“I will; I will. Stop bugging me about that.” Kingscholar brushed aside your worry as the two of you walked hand in hand out of the botanical garden.

He’d never admit that whenever he was with you. Those three foreign words were always at the tip of his tongue. The brown-haired man didn’t know if he’d say be able to express them anytime soon, but he’d make that moment worthwhile.

Tagging: @anevilbunnyinthehat for u bunny uwu, @rrasado

#twisted wonderland #twst #sherbet writes #twst leona #twst x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #song prompts #twisted wonderland leona #suggestive material

[bias-fan]

WORLD ENDING [kim seungmin x female!reader]

[01: outbreak - y/n]

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words counted: 905

you walk into the lotte department store with jisung, ryujin, changbin, mingi and winter, the six of them split into two different groups and decide in three hours they’ll meet up at the food court.

group one: y/n, winter and ryujin

group two: jisung, changbin and mingi

the girls head to coach as the guys head to prada. you talk with ryujin and winter about classes and how disrespectful one of her teachers are.

“i don’t know why mrs. kim expects our class to write a five page essay by tonight after assigning it up before class ended.” you rant to them.

ryujin pats your back, “and yet, you decided to go to the mall with us instead of doing the essay.” you smile as you nod your head proud.

“well, i don’t think i need this education for nursing. i just might move to america and be an onlyfans creator.” you groan out, grabbing a cute beige jacket, examining it. you put it in front of your outfit, “this is cute. should i get it?” you ask the two.

winter looks at it, examining it on you. “you definitely should. it’s so cute.” you smile and the three of you continue your conversation and shopping.

the six of you met up and got some food with all of you with at least two bags. you all start have small conversations while eating.

“y/n said she’s going to be a onlyfans creator.” ryujin casually says as she eats her food.

the guys all choke on their food at that as the girls start to giggle at their reactions. before any of them can say anything, a scream echoes throughout the mall. everyone looks around trying to see where the scream came from.

just from the scream alone, the whole area went silent. as the group of six look around, hurried footsteps can be heard from the silence. a girl bloodied is running over to the food court. jisung grabs your hand, ready to pull her away from the danger. not far behind the stranger, a group of seven to fifteen people who are also bloodier and look dead book it behind her. they start to rush closer, attacking people in the process, turning them into one of them.

jisung yanks you up, rushing away from the chaos with the others following. the six of you try to rush to the exit, but it’s blocked by strangers getting attack by the aggressive, bloodied strangers.

your grips harder on jisung’s hand, yanking him back. the zombie jumps past him. you saved his life, he didn’t even know it.

the mall is in complete chaos now, screaming, crying, blood, etc. you see that winter trying to push off a zombie, you try to rush over to her to help, but jisung held your hand tighter while strangers still run into you both. “jisung please. winter is in trouble.” you beg, trying to get to her.

“we can die, you can die, i don’t want that. come on.” he states, you can hear how shaky voice is and how shaky is hand is. “come on…”

you nod hesitantly, gripping his hand tighter as you watch the stranger bite into winter’s neck, blood getting all over her and the ground. tear well up in your eyes as you run with jisung, you quickly wipe your eyes as you ran.

you and jisung made it to a store with a few random people before the locked up the store. you see mingi and ryujin. you quickly ran over to them and hug them.

“where’s changbin?” jisung asks the two in a worried shaking voice.

you glance at him before back to the other two, “w-we for separated.” ryujin stutters. you look back to your best friend, who looked like he was going to have a panic attack. changbin is his other best friend other than you.

you bring yourself back to him, hugging him while rubbing his back as he starts to hyperventilate. “he’s fine, sungie.” you whisper to him. “he’s a buff guy, he won’t go down easily” jisung wraps his arms around you, trying to calm down, his grip tightening. “we’ll find him again, i can feel it.”

“i can’t loose you too.” his voice softly spoke, pulling you closer to his chest.

you nod against his chest, “you won’t, i’ll be with you the whole time.”

it’s been hours, the other five people in the store, you learned the names of:

san, chaeryeong, namjoon, suga, lia

you stayed by jisung as you all stayed quiet or were whispering and out of sight of the dead people wondering around. his head is on your shoulder, lost in thought.

you start to whisper with san, “are you all friends?”

he looks at you, nodding, “kinda. i’m friends with lia and namjoon.”

“at least we all have friends with us.” you tell him, just as the lights all turn off. you grab jisung, bringing him closer to you.

it’s just pure darkness, everyone turns their phones on to use as lights. everyone has messages from other friends and families. trying to message them back, no messages would go through. there’s no internet connection or service anymore.

the last notification they had was how the government is shutting down all internet and services during a disease throughout the country. leaving everyone alive not have any contact to ask for help.

#kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin imagines #kim seungmin #zombie apocolypse au #zombie apocalypse #zombie #angst #stray kids #skz #skz x reader #ateez #itzy #aespa #bts #sad #skz fanfic #x reader #female reader #kpop

[thatonebirdwrites]

Can I just say I fucking love Sam Arias? Of COURSE, she's back! Honestly, I think showrunners had to send her away because Lena wouldn't have gone to the darkest of places because Sam would have been there to remind her that there is some hope in humanity, because Sam never lied to her. Sam is basically her best buddy, her wingwoman.

Sam would have talked her out of Non Nocere by asking just the right questions, and Lena would likely say, "Ugh, Sam, stop making me think and feel."

Sam would reply, "You know, I think you need a hug now." Upon which, Lena would be all grouchy but allow it. And of course Ruby would appear out of nowhere to tackle Lena in a surprise hug, and who can be angsty and despairing with that kid around? In this essay I will....

EXCERPT From Near the Start of The Chapter:

“Hey.” Sam’s voice draws her out of her research haze. “You unable to sleep?” She stands in the kitchen’s archway, her eyebrows scrunched in concern. She’s wearing navy blue pajama pants and a large T-shirt with a crow on it, and her shoulder-length brown hair falls in soft waves.

Lena shrugs. “Nightowl. Why are you up? You should be resting.”

“I normally wake at six,” Sam says, amused. “May I join you?” Sam gestures to the other stool in front of the counter. 

“Sure.” Turning back to her search, she clicks through another record, the translation program she ad-hoc-ed for Irish in the other window. 

“What are you researching?” Sam fills a glass with water and settles on the stool next to her. 

“My adoption papers were missing,” Lena says, absently. The screen is a little hazy, so she reluctantly puts on her glasses back on. Later, she’ll switch to contacts. “Searching Irish records for my birth currently.” 

“Why would they be missing?” Sam frowns. 

Lena sighs. “Lillian hated that I was Irish. I thought she hated me in general, but when I put a truthseeker on her a few weeks ago, she…” The memory is laced with shock and pain still. “… she said she loved me. I don’t know what that means. Her actions have always been hurtful.” 

“Abusive people can still love, but that doesn’t mean it’s healthy,” Sam says, her voice soft.

Lena glances at her friend. “Therapy is making you wise, Sam.” 

“Well, it’s got to be good for something, right?” Sam sips her water. “Love is a complicated topic for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Lena clicks through to the next page and narrows the search on her birthdate. Or at least the one the Luthors have used for her. The more she digs into her Irish past, the more she realizes the lies her adopted family told her. It infuriates her. 

“What is love, Sam?” Lena pushes back from her laptop and looks at her friend. No, more than a friend. A sister - part of Lena’s chosen family. “I understand it scientifically. A series of chemicals in our brain and nervous system that induces feelings of connection.”

Sam studies her, her brown eyes thoughtful. “It’s more than that.”

Lena gestures for her to continue.

“Fair warning,” Sam holds up her hands. “I’m going to be super sappy now.” 

Lena rolls her eyes. “I don’t think you can defeat Kara’s sap.”

“Now that’s a challenge!” Sam grins, but then her smile fades, and her gaze unfocuses. “Love is warmth. Hope. A connection that bridges time and space. It’s how I survived Reign.” She pauses to rub her hand on her leg, a sure sign she’s nervous. “When I was trapped in that damn forest, I wrote Ruby’s name, my name, yours, and I kept writing it. It was my love for all of you that kept me fighting. Kept me hoping you’d find the cure, and you did. All of you did. That connection, that feeling of vulnerability love creates? It’s the strongest force in the universe. Not even Reign could destroy it, and we both know she tried.”

“Love as a force, that’s not one I’ve heard before,” Lena tries to quip, but instead, she finds herself tearing up again. She turns back to her laptop. “Dammit, I didn’t cry this much before Kara died and I resurrected her.” 

“Lena, what’s really going on?” Sam’s gentle concern only makes Lena want to cry more. 

“I think I’m in love with Kara,” Lena blurts it out before she loses her nerve. “But I don’t know how to trust her again. She lied to me for years, Sam. I keep telling her that I’m working through the hurt. I want to forgive her, but I just…” 

“You’re angry.” 

The moment Sam says it, Lena realizes she is. She is angry. So very angry. It surprises and alarms her. How much of her rage lately relates to Kara's confession then? How much to Kara's death, where Lena's rage and grief magically brings Kara back? Or at Lex orchestrating Kara’s death?

Unnerved, she traces her finger along the edge of the counter. Parsing intricately layered emotions like this feels insurmountable. Like she's climbing a massive mountain with little to no gear. It brings to mind that dark void Dreamer and her got stuck in when her attempt at a safe space imploded. For Jack's death, she was numb, the grief apparently shoved deep down, but for Kara, she is the exact opposite - a boiling cauldron of emotion.

#supercorp #sam arias #lena luthor #kara x lena #kara zor el #kara danvers #supergirl cw #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #read it on ao3 #Sam Arias appreciation post #Sam and Lena's friendship #fencing with Lena

[t-thathandsomedevil]

Day off || Lily Evans x fem! Reader

Author note <3

Hiiiiii Lily just has my heart like🙄 im in science class rn (im supposed to b playing blooket but it sucks dics) 

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING GRYFFINDOR X READER LIKE I ONLY DO SLYTHERINS (and my first time doing marauders era)

I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests. 

I appreciate your support 💞

Sé onr sverdar sitija hvass!

-Arii💕

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You were tired and your eyelids were heavy, but you ran your hand through your H/L H/C hair and turned your attention back to the piece of parchment in front of you, the lamp by its side casting it a warm glow.

You sighed and looked at the pages filled with writing, scribbling, and a few doodles in the corner, all written in black ink.

This is only two pages….. It should be five! You thought, sighing deeply and dipping your quill back into the ink.

Paragraph 4 — Werewolf lore, You wrote on your third piece of parchment, and though you only used two pages, your handwriting was small and if anyone else copied it onto their parchment, it would most likely take up five or six pages.

You scribbled with your quill for a few couple hours before your eyelids felt heavier than ever, like they were made of metal.

One more page… you thought encouragingly to yourself.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“Y/N?”

You groaned and ignored the voice.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

“Y/N!?” YOur eyelids fluttered open and you lifted your head abruptly, causing your vision to temporarily blur and your head to temporarily spin.

“Y/N, why were you sleeping in the common room with your quill?” Lily asked you with a look of concern on her face “Were you staying up to do your homework again?”

You flinched slightly as her tone suddenly went from worried to stern. “Uh” was the only thing you could say.

“Y/N, overworking is not good for you.” Lily said, knitting her eyebrows with a look of mingled concern and distress.

“It’s oka–”

“No, it's not!” Lily cut in, her eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown on her face “What time did you go to sleep, Y/N?”

You thought for a moment, biting your lip “I don’t know..”

Lily huffed and put her hands on her hips “You're not going to class today. I am going to get your absence excused and you will not do anything related to homework, school, or studying.”

YOu stared at Lily with a look of disbelief “But… My essay is due tomorrow and I only have four and a half pages done and I still have to do my essay for professor Slughorn and professor Dippet!”

Lily shook her head “No.”

You sighed and gave up trying to change Lily’s mind, since anyone who’s talked to her would know, if she decided on something, that decision is final and nobody can do anything to make her change her mind. “Okay. Fine.”

Lily’s expression became brighter immediately “Okay!” she said, beaming and pulling you up onto your feet.

You couldn’t help but smile at Lily’s adorableness. “Okay, Evans.” you said, rolling your eyes.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You sat on your bed, your sketchbook in your lap, doodling absentmindedly.

“Y/N!” Lily plopped onto the bed next to you “What are you drawing?”

“Uh,” You looked down at your paper “I’m just doodling… you were gone for a while and I got bored.”

Lily laughed, “It wasn’t that long! It was only like twenty minutes!”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Twenty minutes is a long time when you're sitting on the floor doing nothing!”

Lily pulled a look of fake consideration “Yea, sure.” 

You smiled and looked at Lily, your E/C eyes locking with Lily’s green ones for a split second before you looked away, feeling flustered for no reason. Get yourself together, Y/N. You silently chided yourself, ashamed of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You Okay?” Lily asked you, the smile slowly disappearing from her face, being replaced by a look of concern.

“Yea, I’m fine, just spaced out for a second.” You gave Lily a reassuring smile. “What do you want to do for the whole day without class?”

Lily’s smile reappeared immediately “I planned the whole day earlier!” She said excitedly, practically jumping with enthusiasm.

“How much earlier?” 

“When I was walking to Professor Dumbledoor’s classroom.”

You sighed, a smile on your face “I’ll trust you planned well in like, five or less minutes.”

“I did, promise.”

You nodded and rolled your eyes “Okay, what’s the plan?”

Lily grinned and smiled coyly “It’s a surprise!” 

“Humph.” You fake-glared at Lily “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

Lily rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, hauling you up off the bed, causing your sketchbook to fall with a thud off your lap and onto the ground.

“Lilu!” You protested as the sketchbook lay open on the ground, showing a page on which you drew Lily’s smiling face.

Lily also stared at the book before saying: “You drew me in your sketchbook?”

You felt heat rush to your face. “Yes..”

Lily grinned “It’s really good!”

“It’s not that good, it’s just a sketch.” You said, rubbing your burning neck in embarrassment.

Lily laughed and patted your shoulder. “Come on, Y/N! You don’t have to be so modest all the time!”

YOu frowned “I’m not being modest! The sketch is not that good!”

Lily sighed “If you say so,”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You followed Lily through the deserted hallways, passing classrooms with class in session, making you feel a little uncomfortable, since you were so used to being one of the first people in the classroom.

Lily walked out of the door, holding it open for you as you followed her out.

“Where are we going?” You asked, jogging to keep up with Lily.

“It’s a surprise!” Lily said, spinning around once excitedly, smiling at you. “Close your eyes~”

You blinked and stared before closing your eyes. “Make sure I don’t bump into anything.”

“Okay!” Lily said. You felt her hand around yours and she pulled you behind her, walking slowly and carefully.

“You can open your eyes now!” Lily said after a few minutes of walking blindly.

You opened your eyes, the light blinding you at first, but as your eyes adapted to the light, you saw a pretty garden, a big water fountain and many multi-colored flowers, green grass cut neatly and small green shrubs lined up perfectly along the cut grass,

“Wow.” You said, looking at the garden with awe in your eyes.

“I know right!” Lily said excitedly, grinning and hopping up and down on her heels.

You nodded and took a second to admire Lily’s smile then turned your attention back to the colorful garden.

“Come onnnn!” Lily gushed, grabbing your hand again and pulling you to a small bench and sitting down. You sat down next to her.

“Why are we here?” You asked LIly after a few seconds of admiring the scenery.

Lily smiled and turned to you, her emerald green eyes gleaming, “It’s called mindfulness, Y/N.”

“Why mindfulness?”

“I think you need it,”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Lily smiled. “Close your eyes and listen.” 

“What?” 

“Close your eyes and listen.”

“Why?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

You closed your eyes and listened to your surroundings, hearing the soft buzz of bees, and leaves rustling in the wind.

“What about it?”

“Just listen,” Lily said quietly “It’s called mindfulness.”

You sighed and listened again, thinking of nothing but the calming sounds around you.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, you felt Lily’s hand on yours. “You can open your eyes now,”

You opened your eyes, feeling refreshed and calm. “I can’t believe that worked.”

Lily rolled her eyes “Do you not trust my mindful exercises?”

“It seemed stupid at first.” You admitted.

“Rude.”

“Whatever.”

Lily laughed and scooted closer to you with a coy smile.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and your heartbeat quickened by six beats.

Lily noticed your blush and grinned “Why are you blushing?~”

You blushed harder “Uhm..” 

LIly smirked “Hmm?”

“It’s- it’s just.. Hot out here, you know?”

“You sure?”

“Y-yea..”

“Mmm, It doesn't feel hot,” 

“Maybe it’s just me.” You shrug.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You turned and looked at Lily’s perfect face, her wavy red hair was flying in the soft morning breeze and her freckles were as perfect as ever, sprinkling her nose and cheeks.

“Yes?” You asked, locking your eyes with her’s.

Lily’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again in a second, and she smiled. 

You tilted your head “Yes?” You repeated, ignoring Lily’s eyes flickering down to your lips from time to time.

“Can I kiss you?” LIly asked finally, looking at her knees, smiling shyly, and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“What?” You looked at Lily with a look of surprise. “Can you what?”

Lily looked up at you, her big green eyes sparking, “Can I kiss you?”

You looked at Lily then smiled “Okay, Evans.”

Lily’s face lit up and she smiled, caressing your forearm. “Thank you, Y/N” She whispered, moving her face closer to yours.

You blushed and put your hand softly onto her’s.

Lily put her hand on your hip and pressed her lips on yours, smiling.

The warm taste of chocolatey sweetness filled your mouth. Your hand went up Lily’s waist and to her neck, brushing your hand through her hair.

Lily pulled away after a few seconds, a warm blush sprinkling her freckled cheeks.

You smiled, also blushing lightly. “Wow..” 

Lily grinned and stood up, holding her hand out for you and you took it, grinning.

“I’m going to take you somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“I told you! It’s a secret”

You rolled your eyes “Whatever.”

#Lily Evans x fem! Reader #Lily Evans #Lily #Evans #x Fem! Reader #x reader #Fem! Reader #Harry Potter fanfiction #Harry Potter fanfic #Harry Potter #Harry #Potter #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Gryffindor girls #Gryffindor #GL #Smart reader againn #headstrong Lily Evans #Headstrong Lily #Headstrong Evans #Headstrong #Overworking #mindfulness #mindful #Hurt/comfort? #writing #By Ari sama #Tumblr

[ausetkmt]

Mississippi law says indecent exposure is a misdemeanor punishable by a $500 fine or less than six months imprisonment for adults. Chandler said the Youth Court Act allows officers to file a referral against children 10 years old if they commit an act otherwise illegal if they were an adult.

Updated as of 12/14/2023 at 10:20 p.m. ET

A 10-year-old boy was just handed a sentence in youth court following an incident that shocked the nation: a Mississippi officer tried to put him in cuffs for peeing in a parking lot.

Third grader Quantavious Eason was apprehended on Aug. 10 after a Senatobia police officer spotted him relieving himself next to his mother’s car while she was inside an attorney’s office. Attorney Carlos Moore argues any child would’ve done the same thing, considering he couldn’t locate a bathroom.

After she gave Quantavious her “You know better, don’t do that ish again,” talk, Eason said the officer let them off with a warning. However, the situation she thought was handled escalated only moments later.

Authorities say Quantavious wasn’t handcuffed but was taken down to the police station while his mother, Latonya Eason, followed. However, even after explaining the circumstances, the cops weren’t willing to let him off easy.

Read more from NBC News:

Quantavious was charged in youth court with being a child in need of supervision, Moore said. The child is required to check in with a probation officer once a month for three months, Moore said. “We are not going to appeal. He will not have a criminal record, this is probation. And he is a fan of Kobe Bryant, so he doesn’t mind writing the two-page report,” Moore said. “But, still, the principle of it — he should not have to do anything. He should be enjoying his Christmas holiday like the other kids.”

Eason isn’t letting up off the police, though: She announced her intentions of filing a lawsuit, claiming the only reason her son was approached by police was because of his skin color.

“My son is going through enough getting arrested and then for him having to see a probation officer and then write an essay, I don’t think it’s right or it’s fair,” she said.

Read more from CNN:

Then four other Senatobia police officers, including a lieutenant arrived, according to Eason. She said her son was arrested, put in a police vehicle and taken to a police station. Eason said the arresting officer said he had to take action. He “was like, ‘Yeah, I got to arrest him. He can’t do that.’ He made my son get out of the car, told my baby to put his hands behind his back and they took him to the patrol car.” Senatobia is located in northern Mississippi, less than 30 miles south of the Tennessee state line.

Though Senatobia Police Chief Richard Chandler asserted Quantavious wasn’t handcuffed in the incident, Moore said in a press conference that he was held in a cell for nearly an hour awaiting Youth Court Referral paperwork before being released back to his mother.

Mississippi law says indecent exposure is a misdemeanor punishable by a $500 fine or less than six months imprisonment for adults. Chandler said the Youth Court Act allows officers to file a referral against children 10 years old if they commit an act otherwise illegal if they were an adult.

He admitted that it was an error in judgement for the boy to be taken down to the station in a patrol car when his mother was present.

Following an internal investigation, one officer involved in the arrest left the department, per CNN’s report. However, Eason wants an apology and accountability from the rest of the officers.

“Termination ain’t good enough. You don’t let him just resign after he placed my son in the backseat of a car. You put my child in a cage like he was a dog or something,” she said. “My child didn’t deserve that.”

Moore said in a press conference they will file a federal lawsuit alleging Fourth and Fourteenth amendment violations.

#What Happened to a 10-Year-Old Black Boy Arrested for Urinating in a Parking Lot? #mississippi #racism #adultification of Black children #Quantavious Eason #sentobia mississippi #police misconduct #discrimination

[scotts220]

I have an essay due in six days and I still haven’t started it. It is a fairly easy essay, just about plastic. That’s the only prompt my professor gave the class.

“Write a 15 page paper about plastic. GO.”

I can’t do it. I don’t know why, I just can’t. I would rather do anything than that paper. I got a one-week extension on it because I didn’t start it last week, either. We have had this assignment for a month now, and it was on the calendar previous to a verbal assignment. Why is it so difficult?

So, here I am, writing about my struggle to write. Writing about my desire to write about how I can’t write this essay instead of writing the essay I can’t write. I have done more difficult things, like a 25 page research paper on drugs in ancient mummies, but I got to choose that. I chose that because it was interesting, and I was given creative freedom. This? This is awful. It’s sad, and as much as I like to focus on world issues, this is not what I have ever written about.

But, this is college. I just need to get over it.

#college #student #college student #struggles #college struggles #student struggles #plastic #waste #essay #paper #struggle #student issues #trans #transgender #bisexual #bi #lgbt #writer #writing #writer struggle #writer struggles #english #sociology

[starfiresyugiohocs]

OC Profile: Nana

Full Name: Nana Mutou. Nicknames: Sunbeam (by her grandparents), Na-chan, BaNana. Aliases: N/A. Nationality: Japanese. Birthplace: Domino City, Japan. Gender: Female (she/her). Sexuality: Lesbian, possibly polyamorous. Age: 18-20 years old. Birthday: November 7th. Star Sign: Scorpio. Occupation: Psychology & Fine Arts student; counter clerk at Kame Game. Voiceclaim: Mae Whitman

Hair Color: Red, with blonde bangs. Hairstyle: Goes a bit past her shoulders, absolutely wild and untamable, very thick and has just that little bit off spike and fluff to it. Her bangs fall in a similar manner to her brother's and grandfather's, just without the spikiness. Eye Color: Aqua blue. Skintone: Deep tan. Notable Features: Being a 6'3" giant in a family of hobbits is pretty notable. Excess amount of freckles all over, pierced ears. Outfit Style: Very vibrant and/or pastel colors. Loves jeans that she's painted or has embroidery on them, and graphic tees. Very comfy and easy to move around in. Also has a ton of workout clothes. Accessories: Anklets are a big thing and she still wears friendship bracelets.

Personality: Bright and bubbly personality. Easily excitable, especially when it comes to her friends. She wants to be a positive influence, always encouraging others to reach their full potential. Lot of warmth and compassion in her heart. Still tends to be a bit lonely, thankful for the dear friends she's made but she struggled with making friends outside of her group. Gets flustered very easily. Mom Friend 24/7. Constantly looks out for everyone. Protective of her little brother, always trying to stick up for him. Very determined, can be a little stubborn at times. Has a harder time managing stress but is thankful for her psychology classes to help give her some blueprints. Hobbies: Painting, drawing, making jewelry, jogging, baking, reading comics, collecting knick knacks (i.e. fun mugs).  Habits/Mannerisms: Tugging at her bangs when she's nervous, snorting when she laughs, smile through the pain, bear hugs and spinning people around when excited. Likes: Cozy games, watercolors, animated movies (esp Ghibli films), being at the beach, board games, summer, fireworks, festivals, butterflies. Dislikes: Driving, egotistical people, the cold, snow, first person shooters, writing essays, when it's pitch dark. Favorite Food: Oyakodon, cookie cakes. Least Favorite Food: Cold soba.

Deck: Elemental Heroes. Signature Card(s): Elemental Hero Lady Heat. Ranking: Isn't as active in the tournament scene herself, and just tends to enjoy the game. She doesn't have near the win streak Yugi and Yami have, and I don't think she's ever beaten her Grandpa, but she's got a few wins under her belt!

Parents: Asami Mutou (deceased) and Hanzo Inaba (absent completely). Was raised by her grandparents, Solomon Mutou and Hina Mutou (nee Shimada). Sibling(s): Yugi Mutou (younger brother). By extension, she also comes to view the spirit of the Puzzle, Yami, as her brother as well. Extended Family: I would say consult the family tree, but it's pretty straight forward and she doesn't really have any. Pet(s): A Shiba Inu named Taro. Love Interest(s): Ishizu Ishtar, Nami Izumi (credit: @icychill) Extensive Relationships: See page here (coming soon)

History:

Born as the eldest child to her parents, with Yugi following after two years. Her father disappeared from their life not long after her brother was born and she doesn't have any real memory of him and is happy enough not needing to seek him out.

Grew up with a group of friends very dear to her and she developed deep bonds with and are the exact reason Yugi craves that connection with people; he saw the example from her.

Their mother passed away when Nana was eight and Yugi was six, leading to them living with their grandparents at the game shop full time; they'd been helping watch after them since they were little after all.

Yugi finds the Puzzle a year afterwards and while Nana tried solving it herself, found it was better to let Yugi try (mostly because she got frustrated)

Started up college not long before the first fic and is excited to become a therapist so she can help others!

#oc tag: nana #oc profile: nana #yugioh ocs #ygo ocs #yugioh #ygo #wow i actually figured out nana's parent situation #yes i know technically yugi's mom is alive in the manga but like #do you ever see that lady #i saw her twice ever. once to yell at yugi about socks and the other time she was with gramps when he got discharged at the hospital #you never see her #as far as i am concerned that is a ghost

[jupitershirogane]

I realized that I have a fanfic that fits with yesterday’s prompt, so here it is: Teasing (a day late). (Again, it’s old, forgive the cringey writing, and any names that may have been left in English)

Study Buddies

Finally! Ichigo exhaled in relief as the last psycho cicada was put down. Ichigo was about to celebrate with the others, but then she remembered the mountain of homework (due tomorrow) waiting for her at home. Sigh… It was well past midnight; there was no way she was going to finish all of it before the morning. Ichigo slowly trudged her way up the restaurant’s walk; what was the point in rushing?

Ichigo walked through the front door and was surprised to find Ryou sitting at one of the dining tables with a mound of books stacked in front of him. He didn’t look up when Ichigo first entered, but continued to write in a notebook which looked like it contained half a dozen math problems, only stopping when Ichigo had crept closer to look over his shoulder, Ryou looked up.

“What are you doing?” Ichigo asked him, wondering why on earth he would want to do math this late at night. Ryou stared at her as if the answer was very obvious.

“Your homework,” he replied. Remembering Ryou’s earlier comment, Ichigo felt the insane urge to rip the pencil and notebook from Ryou’s hands before he could do more than Ichigo could afford.

“Shirogane, I don’t have two bucks for every question you do!” Ryou rolled his eyes.

“I’m not going to charge you, Ichigo.”

“You’re not?” She asked suspiciously.

“No,” he said simply. Ichigo stared at him, uncertain of what was really happening.

“What’s the catch?” She finally asked.

“No catch,” he answered innocently. “Now do you want help or not?”

“Okay…” Ichigo said slowly; still suspicious. Ryou motioned for her to sit in the chair next to him.

“Your essay on Moby Dick is done,” Ryou handed Ichigo a thick paper. “Although, you might want to read through it, in case your teacher has questions.” Ichigo stared at the pages in bewilderment.

“How did you read that entire book and still have time to write six pages on it?”

“I’ve read it before,” he answered absently, thumbing through the papers in front of him. “Your Biology homework is done, but again, you’re going to want to read through it,” he handed her another hefty stack of papers. “Something tells me you’re going to have a test on those tomorrow.” Ichigo gaped hopelessly at the diagrams and nonsense before her. “I’m about halfway through your math homework,” Ryou tapped the notebook he had been scribbling on before. “It shouldn’t take me much longer to finish; it’s pretty simple stuff.” Ichigo eyeballed the scribbles on the notebook, trying to make sense of the equations and wondering how they could possibly be described as “simple stuff.”

“So… what should I do?” Ichigo asked, hoping Ryou wouldn’t push the math book over. Ryou picked up a large book, which had been laying aside from the others.

“You should read chapters four and five in your history book; there’s no writing assignment with it, but your homework sheet did say there would be a test over it.” Ichigo sighed, wondering how she could read so many pages in so little time. Ichigo thumbed through the pages, deciding to skip the introduction and go straight to the chapter. She was a few pages in when something dawned on her.

“How did you get all my homework?” she asked Ryou. Ryou finished his math problem and set the pencil on top of the notebook.

“I went to your house and got it.” Ichigo set the history book down.

“I think I’m missing some details. You went to my house and got it how?” Ryou chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“I went to your house, knocked on your front door, and told your mother you needed your homework, she let me in, I got your homework, and I left.” Ichigo stared at him, mouth gaping.

“She let you in my room?” Ryou laughed.

“I’m surprised you even knew where it was, considering it looked like you had hardly touched it.”

“She let you in my room!?” Ichigo repeated.

“Yes, Ichigo, I was in your room. Hardly a crime, considering I just finished all your homework.” Ryou began to neatly place books into what Ichigo now realized was her own book bag. “I’ll even give you a ride home. That is,” Ryou raised an eyebrow, “unless you’re so mad about it that you’d rather walk?” Ichigo grumbled under her breath, roughly shoving the last book into the bag.

“I’ll take the ride.” Ichigo huffed. Ryou smiled.

“That’s what I thought.”

#ichigoxryouweekend #ichigo x ryou #ichigo momomiya #ryou shirogane #fanfic #day 1: teasing #tokyo mew mew

[flowercrowngods]

19, 21, 28, 40

oh boy this got so out of hand i have a lot to say apparently 🤡 you did this to yourself 🙏

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

i think it started with a story about a little girl who was visited by some faeries, about four or six a4 computer-written pages that i then printed and gifted mama for her birthday or something. no, it was before that, handwritten, but i only remember mention of a cat. a chubby cat i think. i definitely started writing these little stories in primary school, but never short stories, it was always works that were way bigger than little me, abandoned after three pages because i moved on to the next. and then in 6th grade or so my friend wanted to write a crime novel with me. god, we had no idea what we were doing. it just occurs to me how deeply rooted these let’s go all out on these characters tendencies are.

why did i start? because it was fun. it was fascinating. it was something people told me i’m good at, writing alternative endings to short stories in school, writing my own fables and short stories, even essays and all that. in primary school my teacher told me i’m gonna be a writer or a teacher. and here i am, on my way to becoming a teacher, and writing some funky little stories sometimes.

writing has always been the thing i just do. in 12th grade half my year was rooting for me going nanowrimo for the first time, and they’d check in every day, and when i told them i made the 50k, they asked how much that is, and when i told them, that awe in their face, that exasperation, that shake of head and a muttered, “you’re crazy”. that’s when i knew i had found my happy place, and if i ever end up writing something of my own, i already know there will be people who have my back, who will not be surprised, who will smile and say, “knew it”. it’s a bit of a thrilling feeling, knowing this.

but still there’s no way that i’m going, i’m just walking. there’s not even a road here, just grass, some hills, it’s freedom and it’s safe and it’s dangerous and devastating and i wonder why i ever set foot on this journey only to round a corner and find out once more, with a smile. there is a version of me, lost to the past, but possibly still out there somewhere, who thinks that evoking emotions is what humans are here on this earth to do. that making people feel joy or anger or sadness or wistfulness or any of that, with the power of stories, is the most base act of humanity — and the fact that i get to do that sometimes on the internet with you people? there’s something deeply humbling about that.

but also i’m just here to fuck around and find out i guess, whatever works

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

i don’t think i could, because there’s just. this itch. this need. the absolute certainty that my brain would eat itself, go into full self-destruct mode if by some external force i were made to quit writing. that’s not to say i think i’m necessarily good at it, in either language, but something about it seems to catch people, and i’m addicted to that. it’s like a drug, i think, learning to master this craft and getting the reactions for it. having people say, with certainly much exaggeration, “this is the best thing i’ve ever read”, it just. makes me understand being alive a bit more.

i frequently wish i could stop this need to write. because needing to write isn’t what will make the words sound good, and breaks are necessary, they are vital. but the brain doesn’t care for that, and i’ll be miserable on the floor without my words, knowing they’ll come back because they always do, but i wish i wouldn’t rely on them so much.

but even so, i think my wish to be able to quit writing isn’t that at all. it’s probably more a painful awareness that my self worth is tied directly to if and what i’m writing, this addiction to creation. i want to stop needing to write, i think.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

this might come as a surprise, but i love when my characters get to be happy. happy soft ridiculous giddy eddie as he gets in some scenes or in the tattoo shop au? that’s really fucking delightful. delighted characters will make a delighted writer, i think, so i’m gonna stick with that umbrella type answer

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

uh. you know i’m not a poet, but i guess i’ll try for you, dingus, even though you’re way better at this than me 🌷 it is, of course, about arson

they liken flames to tongues and i wonder how my name would taste for them. i wonder what they would say. i wonder if they would scream like me.

i wonder if they want to burn or if they’re made to like me.

i wonder what they would feel like on my skin, if warmth had any meaning then or if it were misplaced like me.

silent and still, it’s in my room, a spark waiting to become a blaze. waiting to serve a purpose. waiting to be so much more than it ought to be, yet recognised in its ability.

like me.

#weird asks #ask game answered #beloved dingus #can’t believe you made me write a poem this is a criminal offense to all poems

[mystical-flute]

Fallen Leaves: An Uncharted Waters Ficlet

Also on AO3

“Ugh, you wouldn’t believe the assignment Mr. Shizuki gave us,” Aiko whined as she and Reika wandered down the steps of Domino High after school ended. “He wants us to write a six page essay about War and Peace. War and Peace! Do you know how hard it is to read that book?”

Reika, though, was only half paying attention to what Aiko was whining about as she glanced  at the busy street. Seeing a news van drive in the direction of Kaiba Corp wasn’t unusual, but to see multiple of them cutting through traffic like they were first responders, and hearing sirens in the distance… either something had happened at one of the other buildings in the heart of Domino’s business district, or something had gone terribly wrong at Kaiba Corp.

A glance down at her phone, at the frantic group texts from the Young Five wondering where she was, and the voicemail that had come in from Leichter while she’d been in class, had her heart sinking as she realized it was, indeed, trouble at Kaiba Corp.

“Listen, Aiko, I gotta go. Something’s wrong at KC.”

Aiko frowned. “Oh, alright. Keep me posted.”

“Uh-huh!” she agreed, rushing down the street to the nearest train station, catching the train just before the doors closed.

Her knees bounced anxiously as the scenery sped by. What could possibly be so wrong at Kaiba Corp that it warranted emergency services and the news? Press conferences were regular, they had never needed the cops or firemen or… paramedics.

Oh no. Was someone hurt? Leichter’s voicemail had been frustratingly vague, only telling her to get to the building as soon as she could.

Her panicked thoughts didn’t settle as she ran from the train station to KC headquarters. The front door was absolutely packed with reporters - it seemed like other cities had gotten wind of something - and even some international outlets were there. Not to mention the throngs of curious civilians passing by.

She jumped, trying to see a path to the door.

There wasn’t one - not even a space for her to squeeze into to get just a little bit closer. She could barely tell what anyone was saying - everyone was talking over each other and speculation was running wild.

Fine. She’d go through the side door then.

She adjusted her bag and made her way along the side of the building, toward the side entrance she’d used several times before.

As she rounded the corner, she froze, stopped by the yellow police tape and officers and investigators milling around. No one noticed her, so she peaked a bit further, beyond an officer’s shoulder -

- And was immediately grabbed and pulled into the familiar embrace of Leichter, who blocked her view of the scene - not realizing that she had already seen the tarp on the ground, and the man in the salmon-colored suit surrounded by a pool of blood and glass.

Or if he did realize she saw it, he didn’t say anything, which was probably for the best.

“Miss Reika, excellent. You made good timing considering the distance,” Leichter said quickly, ushering her through the throngs of reporters and onlookers and through the doors of KaibaCorp. “Everyone else has arrived.”

“Mr. Leichter, what’s going on?” she finally got to ask as he guided her to an elevator, the lobby unusually quiet and still, with ashen-faced employees surrounding her. “You sounded so scared in your message. It’s not like you.”

Leichter took a deep breath when the elevator doors closed, beginning their ascent. “Mr. Kaiba - Gozaburo - is dead.”

She had realized that, of course, but hearing Leichter say it still had her inhaling sharply in a gasp, and her stomach twisting in an uncomfortable knot. “And - and what happens now? With the company? With - with the Young Five?”

“I don’t know. That’s what we’re going to discuss with Mr. Kaiba now. You are to wait in one of the other meeting rooms with the other Young Five members. Get some studying done, or something.”

“Yes sir,” she said quietly, and she was shuffled off to a conference room, while Leichter went into another. She placed her math textbook on the table in front of her and opened it, but couldn’t focus. She could tell the others were the same way, wearing the same ashen faces as the employees downstairs, faraway looks in their eyes.

“He jumped, you know,” Mei finally said, quietly. “That’s what my uncle said. Gozaburo jumped out the window after Seto got a majority of the company. He couldn’t stand that he lost and he just… jumped. In front of everyone.”

Hideo bit his lip. “What do you think happens now?”

“Seto’s going to be CEO now, right? I don’t see why anything would change. Besides, Seto’s our friend,” Reika questioned.

“Can we trust him though?” Katsuo asked, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “I mean, he was ruthless enough to yank KaibaCorp out from under Gozaburo… even if that’s what they wanted.”

Mei hummed. “Even so, he’s going to need allies in the wake of just… how all this happened.”

“Who better to be on his side than us? We were just in the news last week!” Sora added. “Plus, it would ease the people to know that we were behind Seto every step of the way, right?”

“You raise a good point,” Katsuo said. “I still think we should keep an eye on him though.”

Hideo rolled his eyes. “He’ll know we’re watching him at that point. Seto’s not dumb. If he was going to try to screw us over, he’d do something else. Something we don’t see coming.”

“You’re so comforting, Hideo.”

“I wasn’t trying to be. I was trying to be realistic. Seto’s not dumb. He knows we’re not dumb. If he tries to oust the Big Five, he’s going to be even sneakier about it.”

The words barely had time to settle when the door opened and the Big Five swept in, their faces worn, but seemingly okay.

“Mr. Leichter,” she said as his hand dropped to her shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

He smiled weakly and squeezed her shoulder. “Yes, Miss Reika. Everything is going to be just fine. We’re staying in our positions - and we’ve been given some very generous raises as well. And the Young Five program will continue as scheduled, although he does have other ideas for it in mind. But we’re all staying at Kaiba Corp.”

Relief flooded the room, and while a mini-celebration started, with other Seto loyalists sliding in, Reika took the opportunity to slide out of the room, and made her way to Seto’s office.

His back was to her, staring out the window at the steady rain that had started to fall, washing away any evidence the investigators may have left behind. Gozaburo had been taken to a morgue, although Reika doubted there would be an open-casket wake, if he really had jumped.

“I told you, Johnson, I’m through talking with you for the evening.”

“I’m not Johnson.”

She could see the tension in his shoulders leave, just slightly as he turned to face her. “Right, of course. They told me you were here.” He paused and furrowed his brow at her. “But why are you here? I would have thought you’d be with the rest of the Big and Young Five.”

Reika shrugged and stepped further into the room, then dropped into the chair in front of the desk. “It was getting a little cramped in there. It’s sort of turned into a… memorial service.”

Seto deadpanned. “You mean a party.”

“You said it, not me.”

“You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“Because no one told me how you were doing,” she said, glancing around. “Where’s Mokuba?” It wasn’t like the two of them to be separate for very long.

Seto finally moved away from the window and stood next to the chair, almost like he was afraid he’d get contaminated if he dared to sit down. “I sent him home. It was a long, stressful day and I didn’t need him to be any more worried than he was.”

She took a deep breath. “Mei said Gozaburo jumped. Did Mokuba - ”

“See it? No. Leichter seemed to be the first one who realized what was happening. He blocked Mokuba’s view just in time,” Seto replied, and despite not saying so, she could see the relief in his eyes.

Reika took a deep breath as she asked the question that had been on her mind since she’d arrived. “So… how are you? He’s gone, Kaiba Corp is yours, and you can finally change the company into something better than chaos and pain.”

“I feel happy.” 

He did not look anything close to the word.

“Oh, well, that’s good. I’m glad you’re happy.”

Things always happened behind closed doors. It was just the nature of being part of KaibaCorp, but everyone involved with Gozaburo knew Gozaburo had a dark side - how couldn’t he, given the nature of the company?

Reika didn’t know how far the dark side went, but she had seen Seto turn from a shy boy who liked to figure out problems and talk about games, into something cold and calculating, driven by desire to get what he wanted.

It frightened her a little, but she also got to see his softer sides too, especially with Mokuba, and when they had their dances. Not when they competed, of course, or if Gozaburo or any of the other adults were in the room, but still, it was a nice, quiet moment between the two of them.

“Things are going to be changing around here,” he said, glancing back toward the window, then at her. “Especially for Mokuba and I. Mokuba will be attending Domino Junior High, and I’ve enrolled myself in Domino High School.”

“You what?”

Seto Kaiba had said a lot of things to her. A lot of things that caught her off-guard, or made her question his sanity.

This was one of those things.

He turned back to her, a brow raised. “Is there a problem?”

“You… enrolled yourself in a public school?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Seto shrugged casually. “A change of pace, and a subtle way of forcing Gozaburo to spin in what will be his tomb.”

“You’re Seto Kaiba, though! You’ve had tutors from all over the world teaching you things that aren���t taught until college! Aren’t you going to be, I don’t know, bored listening to teachers try to get us to understand calculus or chemistry?”

“That’s why I’ll be working on designs for Kaiba Corp, should I get bored.”

It was her turn to deadpan. “You don’t know the first thing about school.”

“Well, you’re my partner. Won’t you teach me?”

She hated that she couldn’t stop the blush that raced to her cheeks. He’d been making her blush a lot lately, and she could not figure out a way to stop. “Well, I - I don’t know, Seto. I do have a reputation at the school, you know. I wouldn’t want you to ruin anything for me.”

“Please. Me, ruin something for you? If anything, I’ll bolster your reputation.”

Providing the press didn’t immediately cast him as someone who had murdered his father.

Reika rolled her eyes and scowled. “Okay, alright, fine. I’ll… be your guide to public education. But the first thing you should know is that the school will probably assign someone else for you.”

Seto smirked and leaned over the desk in her direction. “I’m Seto Kaiba. I get what I want. And what I want is for my partner to be the one to show me around Domino High.”

That word again, and the way he phrased it…

She leaned forward herself, elbows resting against the desk. “You know, it’s funny the way there are multiple meanings for the same word, isn’t it?”

“I can’t say I disagree.”

“Miss Reika! Are you in there?”

Leichter’s voice had them both snapping backwards, Seto into a rigid upright and her pressed back into the fine leather of the chair behind her.

“Yes, Mr. Leichter! Seto and I were just talking.”

She took a deep breath when Leichter opened the door, hoping it was enough time to dull the red in her cheeks.

“It’s about time we got you home, Miss Reika. Mr. Kaiba has a lot of work to get done, and I’m sure you didn’t have nearly enough time to finish your homework,” Leichter said, glancing down at her.

She met his gaze with a polite smile. “Yes, of course, sir. I have an exam on Friday that I should be studying for anyway.” As she rose to her feet, she looked at Seto. “Thank you for agreeing to keep us active in Kaiba Corp, Seto. We’ll speak soon.”

“Of course, Reika. It was… good to speak with you.”

When she and Leichter were alone in the hallway, he raised a brow at her. “Are you alright, Miss Reika? Your face looks a little flush.”

Damn, she hadn’t managed to make it fade. She needed to work on that. “Everything is fine, sir. I’m just… excited for the new era of Kaiba Corp.”

“As am I, Miss Reika. I have no doubt it will be Kaiba Corp’s greatest venture yet.”

None of them had any idea just how right Leichter was.

#fanfiction #yugioh #seto kaiba #seto kaiba x oc #original female character

[mamamittens]

As fun as it would be, it would be a massive pain in the ass to write Fin in Sword/Shield or Scarlet/Violet simply because I CANNOT IMAGINE HOW HORRIBLE IT WOULD BE TO DO GYM CHALLENGES WITH SOCIAL ANXIETY OR ANY FORM OF STAGE FRIGHT.

Hell, the classes often have teachers just call your ass out and that was literally my worst nightmare in public school.

Like, Galar is bad enough with every gym being nationally broadcasted but Paldea???!? Oh god, so many of them require crowd engagement or are straight up live streams. Larry's requires you to make a special off the menu item order. Ryme nearly turns into a rap battle. Psychic requires public performance of emotions in a group. And that's all without busting in and raiding bases of ex-bully victims.

Somehow, that seemed crueler than giving her a back-story where she loses her entire team moments after becoming champion and spends years in therapy just to accept a support pokemon. And then a further like, five to start trying to do pokemon battles again.

Say what you will about the tragic backstory, at least her ability to succeed in universe doesn't hinge on crowd management. For plot reasons she'll still have to do the gyms, but it's not nearly the spectator sport it turns into for later regions my god.

Also, how TF does this school work??? We gotta be missing classes or something cause no way this fancy academy only has 6 per subject. How do things make more sense when they shoved ten year olds out the door with a rat and said 'idk, figure it out!'?? This is the most relaxed school I've ever seen and not to be a crotchety old man or something, but I bet my bottom dollar the bullying wouldn't require like, 6 sentient cars to handle if they had regular ass classes and a gpa to worry about. Try and find time to pour milk on the loner nerd when you also have a six page essay for biology over the anatomy of angry pepper plants.

And this is the only school in the region--see how much free time they got when their only option to not stock shelves or preslice sandwich ingredients till they die is passing these damn classes. They can't all be gym leaders, and if Larry is any indication, it doesn't pay the bills either.

I'm having a blast btw, closest I've gotten to reliving school. I just take issue with some things lmao

#mittens rambles #it would be touching tho #maybe in the future I'll make another oc and plop em in here #it is engaging even if there's a lot of weird nonsense going on in the background

[lqfiles]

day 2874838 without checking lqfiles page… im losing the will to live…

jokes aside, its kind of sad that i cant send as many messages as i want to :( i’ll try to be more of a consistent anon but school here in Chile is ass, i have a seminar (i think thats how u say it in english) about circular economy and the impact of humans on natural resources and allat + chemistry test + english presentation + spanish essay + biology test this week. now im not even joking when i aay that sometimes i could js sitting in class and suddenly start thinking like hmmm i wonder if lqfiles is still on that break you spoke about, it sounds weird but trust me it isnt my intention 😪

now are u still on that break? i really hope u are and in case u aren’t, u must be doing a great job so far. sending prayers and love, hoping that safety surrounds you and danger refrains from making its way towards you and your loved ones ! <3

i know its disappointing… but i’ve only been able to read two chapters of pay the price 😞😞 IM REALLY SORRY but i still liked those two! sometimes i will read someone texting “istg” and instantly think of score that goal and it immediately makes me open your page and boom you’ve published six more chapters 🤣🤣🙏🏻 not funny, did not laugh, i’m aching to read them but if i open tumblr i will NOT close it and i can’t risk my grades since i really need the NEM rn (notas enseñanza media = high school grades i think) which basically determines whether i will get to the university i want or not based off the grades i’m currently getting 😟

HOWEVER i already had the two weeks filled w exams that i needed for this trimester so i can finally take a break !! i’ll make sure to read ptp and send as many messages as i can ! :D

p.d: whenever i get notis from your page i still get as happy as the first time i got them 🫶🏻🫶🏻 sending lots of love your way

- 🐣 anon, i almost forgot to put it lolz

IM TEARING UP OMG I MISSED SEEING YOU IB MY INBOX 😭😭😭😭 you’re still as cute as ever omg..

please don’t feel bad for not being active !!! i always encourage all of you to put your own personal life and everything else before my blog because i don’t want me or my work to be the thing holding you back from your full focus 😣 it seems like you’re in a stressful position tho :(( please take care and take enough breaks !!!! that sounds like a boring topic tbh lmao but i’m sure you’ll do well in all of those, i’ll be personally cheering you on i swear!! YOU’LL ACE THIS WEEKS TESTS AND THE UPCOMING ONES TOO‼️🔥

i truly don’t find it weird i find it sooo cute honestly like i never imagined ppl would think about me and my blog throughout their day other than when i post but to answer your question, i’m not </3 i did have the day off on monday tho so that was nice because that meant i had 4 days off in total (the weekend + monday and tuesday) so that made me happy :D you’re always so sweet i genuinely hope nothing but good fortune for you too i will personally pray for it :( <3

AGAIN, DONT FEEL BAD LMAOO put your own personal life first because that’s something i would do too, i’m currently not writing much either lol all these are chaps i managed to make in like a few days and had on my drafts lolll. DONT EGEN THINK OF PUTTING THIS FIRST WHEN THESE GRADES MATTER SO MUCH PLS.. i’d feel so guilty if you didn’t pass

THE IMPACT stg had, the way i always think of stg too whenever i type istg 😭😭😭😭 i’m happy you liked the two chaps tho and i hope that you’ll like the rest too when you have time :) i’m serious when i tell you i was literally thinking about you today or yesterday like i was thinking about your previous messages and was like “i hope they’re doing well..” i’m glad to see you again and and to know you still have my notifs on :) take care my love again i hope you sleep peacefully and i hope you eat well and gozar of good health!!!

#asks. #from 🐣 anon #YOURE THE CUTEST….. seriously