#GET OUT DUSK YOU'RE NOT DOING HOMEWORK

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I am 10 years late to discovering the joys of filling out meme templates but HERE I AM Featuring the Alolan Gang and Dusk for some reason

#pokemon sun and moon #guzma #team skull #pokemon #gladion #pokemon memes #els alolan adventures #alola #hau #pokemon lillie #hala #hele #NO REALLY WHY IS DUSK IN HERE #HE'S THE ONLY NON-HUMAN #GET OUT DUSK YOU'RE NOT DOING HOMEWORK #Hala and Hele coming in as the proper teachers who sit down with their kids to finish their homework #the only adults in the room jfgdjkgjkgfj #Lillie would no doubt offer private lessons for the kids I have a feeling she'd be a star student if she were a bit more outgoing #my art #elbdot art #elbdot

[cowgurrrl]

Old Friends Die Hard

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: WOAH WOAH WOAH (ps fic named after this baller song)

Summary: You go back to work. Decisions are made. But everything’s fine, right? Right? [3.6k]

Warnings: arguing, drama conflama, language, the tiniest bit of spice, PTSD symptoms, I think that’s it??

You leave Joel's the day after movie night with the girls. You watched A Knight's Tale and giggled with them about how cute Heath Ledger is, tucked under Joel's arm as the city sparkled just in the distance. Blankets from around the world covered the four of you as you laid on the couch in one giant heap. Joel covered Ellie's eyes when William and Jocelyn kissed while Sarah squealed excitedly. Then, you slept with your back to Joel, and he drove you home in the morning. 

He apologized after your argument and spending time on different sides of the house, processing your feelings. He said he didn't mean it, that he was sorry, that he was just tired. You apologized, too, and that was that. It was supposed to be that easy. But things feel different now. You tell yourself it's just the terror that flies through your body whenever you hear tires squeal down the road or the concussion that still makes light hurt your eyes. You tell yourself you're still adjusting to letting him take care of you. You tell yourself it's nothing because it has to be nothing, but you've been home for a few days now and had little to no contact with Joel. 

Ellie and Sarah, however, constantly text you, asking you about outfits and homework questions. They send you TikToks they think are funny and will even shoot you songs they're listening to. You respond as often as possible between looking for a new car and reviewing the scenes you're supposed to reshoot. Sarah begs you to come back over, and you respond, "Soon, sweet girl ❤️." You don't know if Joel is aware of how often you talk to his daughters, but if he has a problem with it, he doesn't make it known.

On the day of reshoots, Joel picks you up from your house before the sun is even up, a cup of coffee waiting for you in the cupholder when you climb in. He's wearing square glasses you've never seen before and a plain grey hoodie. He looks exceptionally cozy in the frigid (sixty-three-degree) California dusk, and you smile as you kiss him. His beard scratches your face, and he tastes like coffee, and it feels familiar and safe. 

"You okay?" He asks, and you nod. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your jaw, and glances over the bumpy scar left behind now that your stitches are out, taking a deep breath. "Are we okay?" His voice is unsure and a little shaky. You bite the inside of your cheek and kiss his wrist.

"We're working toward being okay," you say. He purses his lips a little like that's not the answer he wanted. "Bringing me coffee at five in the morning is, like, at least five points for you." You add, and he chuckles, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I got you the biggest one they had."

"I see that." You smile as you look at the huge coffee. There's probably an ungodly amount of espresso in it, and you're sure you'll need two more to get through the day. 

"Y'know, you don't have to go through with this, right?" He asks, the tiniest sliver of hope that you'll get back in bed poking through, and you nod. You don't trust yourself to say anything, not wanting to cause another fight, so you just kiss him again and settle back into your seat. He idles in front of your house for another five seconds before changing gears. He drives slowly and with a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into your leggings when your chest tightens at intersections. You get to set about ten minutes late because of how careful he was driving, but nobody questions it because Ryan rolls up shortly after you and Joel do. 

All morning, Joel follows you around like a puppy. When you're whisked away to hair and makeup, he shakes Jenna and Alexa's hands and sits on the other side of you and Ryan. He asks them how long they've been working as stylists and what they like about it. He even jokes about taking over when Jenna complains about her hairdresser-induced carpal tunnel, and they eat it up. Before you can leave the trailer, all made up to resemble your character, Alexa grabs you and whispers, "he's perfect," in your ear, and you laugh. On the walk to set, Joel grabs your hand and swings it like a little kid, and you're all smiles and whispered jokes until you get to the sound stage, where a PA stops you. 

"Sorry, sir, we're a closed set today." He says to Joel, and you give him a confused look. You can feel Joel already getting annoyed, so you hold up a hand to let him know you have it handled, and he backs down. So, he has learned something, you think to yourself.

"Why is it a closed set? All the scenes we're filming today don't call for that." 

"Director changed her mind. We're shooting the cabin scene first thing today, thus, a closed set." 

"What's the cabin scene?" Joel asks, and you gape at him, half-hoping that the PA is joking. But, sure enough, when you glance into the stage, there's the set for the room in the cabin, and your intimacy coordinator, Tanya, is talking with Emily, the director. You slowly turn your back to the PA and put gentle hands on Joel's chest.

"You should wait in my trailer until we finish this scene." You say quietly, and Joel gives you a look.

"Why? What's the cabin scene?"

You giggle as you and Ryan stumble into the cabin, drunken blushes painted on both your cheeks. He kisses you the second the door closes behind him, his hands wandering in the choreographed pattern you practiced for months. Your hands land on his wrists and slowly pull them away before you break the kiss, turn, and walk toward the kitchen.

"'M hungry," you whine, Ryan closely following behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your neck. "You're distracting."

"Good." He says, spinning you so your chests are pressed together, and he's kissing you again. He grabs at the backs of your thighs and carries you to sit on the counter. Then, it all happens in a perfectly rehearsed sequence. You can't feel anything through your three layers of protection on either side, but you wouldn't be able to tell based on the shaky, exaggerated moans leaving both of you and the jerking of Ryan's hips. The scene goes on for another minute before Emily finally calls cuts, and you and Ryan dissolve into a fit of giggles, your hands still on his shoulders as you sit on the counter.

"We have the weirdest fucking job." He says as he kisses your cheek and hugs you tightly. You laugh and rub his back, squeezing him.

"Oh, God, I know." You say. Tanya comes over to check in with both of you and make sure everything went as planned, even offering some alternative actions, which you both listen to intently. You avoid Joel's lingering eyes from the corner the whole time you're talking with her. It's all fake. You don't feel anything. You know that better than anyone, but it still feels weird pretending to have sex with someone else while your boyfriend is not even a hundred yards away. It doesn't help that you're pretending to have sex with one of your best friends. 

Emily, thankfully, breaks for lunch which you both desperately need after running that scene so many goddamn times. At one point, you thought she was just calling for more takes to fuck with you because you ran it so much. As Ryan helps you hop down from the counter for, hopefully, the last time, he glances between you and Joel's looming figure.

"Joel really decided to make a set visit on the worst day, huh?" He says, and you nod.

"I tried to get him to wait in my trailer, but he'd already decided. Not my fault," you say as Joel starts walking over. "Speak of the devil." Ryan turns and shakes hands with Joel before quickly making himself scarce. You know Joel would never say or do anything to Ryan for doing his job, but watching him be scared of Joel is a little funny. You smile and wrap your arms around Joel's neck once he's close enough.

"Hey there, handsome," you say, and he raises his eyebrows before resting his hands on your waist, not caring about who might see. You try to kiss him, but he dodges your lips dramatically. "Joel!"

"I can't believe you're tryna make Ryan and me spit sisters." He says, and you laugh. 

"I can't believe you didn't know you and Ryan have been spit sisters," you say, kissing him firmly. A PA passive-aggressively bumps you with a prop, and you turn to see them taking the set apart. 

"Oh, thank God, you're done with that scene," Joel breathes. You grab his hand and pull him away from the giant moving set pieces. Together, you start walking back to your trailer, occasionally stopping to say hello to someone you haven't seen since you wrapped all your scenes. You wait until you're out of earshot of any eavesdroppers to press into Joel's side.

"Were you jealous, Miller?" You tease, and Joel smirks, shaking his head as he thinks. You disappear between the massive trailers at base camp, and Joel crowds you against your trailer. 

"What if I was?" He asks in a low voice, his hands already teasing the hemline of your skirt. He shifts so his knee is pressing against you, and it takes everything in you to not gasp. With the emergency with Ellie, the car accident, and the fight afterward, it's been a hot second since he's had his hands on you. Based on his uneven breathing and the way his hard cock is lightly poking you, you'd say he thinks the same.

"I would tell you not to be," you whisper, raking your nails down his neck to make him shiver. "Nobody fucks me as good as you do. 'M all yours, Joel." As soon as the words leave your mouth, he kisses you roughly and blindly reaches for the door handle. You have half a mind to laugh about him suddenly not caring about who you've been kissing, but your thoughts are interrupted when he picks you up and carries you into the trailer. It's a miracle he doesn't trip, but the second he can, he lays you down on the couch and reaches under your skirt.

"You have thirty minutes." You manage to get out as you tug at the neck of his shirt.

"I only need twenty." His fingers barely graze the lace of your underwear when someone clears their throat behind you, making you jump away from each other. You turn and find Melanie sitting at the small dining table in the kitchenette, her hands folded in front of her. 

"Mel! What are you doing here?" You ask as you and Joel scramble to get it together. You smooth your skirt down and push him off you so you can stand, feeling a lot like a horny teenager who just got caught by their parents.

"I thought I'd stop in and see how things were going. I didn't know you'd have..." She looks at Joel. "Visitors."

"Joel was just, um..." 

"I was just gonna stop by catering. D'you want anythin'?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"No, I'm okay."

"Okay."

"Okay." You repeat, for some fucking reason, and Joel stands there for another beat before finally walking out the door and probably dying of embarrassment. You sigh and run a hand through your hair as you look at her. Her eyebrows are pinched— or as pinched as they can look with Botox— and she shifts in her seat.

"Were you two going to-"

'Why are you here, Mel?" You cut her off, not ready or willing to even think about trying to explain that to her.

"Right," she starts, getting right down to business like the goddamn professional she is. "So, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

"Bad news."

"Bad news is I don't have any auditions lined up for you." She says like she didn't just drop a bomb on your entire world. Your ears ring, and you blink at her like you didn't hear her correctly.

"What?"

"I tried rescheduling some so you could recover, but nobody wanted to work with me!"

"Did you tell them I was in a car accident?"

"Of course I did, but these studios are on tight schedules. By the time you would've fully recovered, they needed to be getting actors to film locations." She says, and you sigh, pacing the carpet. "But, I'm poking around. I'll find something."

"Is this when you give me the good news?"

"Good news is, Joel's team is really happy with how this is all turning out, and they agreed to terminate the contract earlier than expected. You're free to go on with your life after the premiere." She's almost giddy with the information, but you can't catch your breath. For some reason, you laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"That's it? That's your good news?" You ask, and she stands. 

"I thought you'd be happier," she says. "Honey, you'll go on to do great things without him. You don't need to keep carting him around. You'll be so much better off without him in your life."

"What if I don't want that?"

"What?" She asks, and you put your hands on your hips, gearing for a fight.

"What if I want him to stay in my life? What, then?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Because that wasn't a part of the contract."

"Bullshit," you spit. "Legally, you can't dictate my relationships outside of this singular contract, and once it's up, I'm free to make my own decisions again, right?"

"Right." She answers through gritted teeth. That picture-perfect attitude is slowly breaking; you can't fight how good that makes you feel.

"So, why don't you think it's a good idea for me to keep seeing him? Is it because I stopped responding to your every beck and call? Or because I'm actually happy and care about someone other than myself, and that threatens my career?"

"I don't think it's a good idea because he's a divorced father of two with a shitty reputation. Do you really think he's gonna keep being the charming guy you see now? He's just doing it for the cameras."

"He stayed overnight in the hospital with me. He let me stay in his house. He let me meet his kids. None of that was for the cameras. Plus, you weren't even there."

"Contrary to popular belief, my world does not revolve around you." Maybe it's how she says it with her familiar venom or because you finally realize how awful she is to you, but you feel the dam of molten anger break in your chest. 

"I could've died, Mel! Ryan and I could've died, and you wanted to know about my fucking schedule! You didn't even ask what hospital I was in or if I was okay! We've known each other for four fucking years, and you can't even ask me how I'm doing?! Do you realize how shitty that is?"

"You wouldn't be anyone without me. We both know that." She snaps, and you scoff, turning away from her. "Look, why don't we just take a breather and come back to this later, okay?" She grabs her bag and makes for the door, but you shake your head.

"You're right," you stop her. "I probably wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for you. I needed someone ruthless to get me started, and you were that person, and I'm grateful for everything you did. But we're done. Once we get through these reshoots, I'm gonna start looking for another manager, and we are gonna go our separate ways." She looks over you like a snake looking at its prey, and you clench your jaw. 

"You're firing me?" She asks, and you nod. "You're firing me because you fell in love with Joel fucking Miller? He will leave you in six months for the next shiny young actress who comes his way, and you're firing me?"

"Yep." 

"You're dumber than I thought you were."

"Goodbye, Melanie." You say, and she scoffs. She stands there for another second before walking to the door in a huff, her heels furiously moving against the carpet.

"I hope he's worth it." She calls over her shoulder before slamming the door behind her, rattling the entire trailer. You let out an unsteady exhale and feel your molars buzzing as your head spins from what just happened. You shake out your hands and sit down on the couch. 

"Me too." You mumble. You've never been in Hollywood without representation. You don't know what comes next. You don't even know if you care enough to worry about it right now. You barely have time to think about anything else or even take another breath before the door opens again. You stand shakily, ready to pretend to be ruthless like her if she came back to yell at you, but you just see Joel with his phone next to his ear.

"Hey, somethin' came up, and I need to go. Can you come over for dinner?" He asks frantically. You struggle to keep up with what he's saying but nod anyways.

"I'll ask Ryan to drop me off."

"Okay, I'll see you later." He says as he pecks your lips and disappears as fast as he appeared. Then, you're standing in the middle of your trailer, feeling like you could throw up, and you're alone. The ache in your core has been replaced with motion sickness, and you slowly sit on the floor. 

Did Joel hear you and Melanie arguing? Did he see her leave? Did anybody else see or hear anything? The contract is up. You have no jobs lined up once you're done with Hyde. You have no manager. You just have Ryan, Carolina, Joel, and the girls. Four years of busting your ass, and you might've (probably) just fucked it all up. The scar from the car accident pulses with pain, and you wonder if your brain is pushing its way out of your skull in an attempt to save itself. You pull your knees to your chest and push your hair out of your face, resting your elbows on your knees.

"What the fuck just happened?" You ask yourself. "I have to talk to Joel."

You're exhausted when Ryan drops you off at Joel's. You got all the reshoots done in one day, which is virtually unheard of, but thankfully, Emily just needed a few scenes done, and she knew exactly what she wanted to change. Still, you were there from before the sun came up until after the sun went down. Oh, and you single-handedly doomed your career, but it's fine. Everything's gonna be fine. You really just want to hug Joel. You imagine you'll probably collapse against his chest and cry and barely be able to get the words out. He'll help you figure out what's next. Maybe you'll watch another movie with the girls. That'd be nice. But, right now, you need to cry and maybe have a huge glass of wine. 

You don't knock on Joel's door. You just open and walk through the door, shrugging off your jacket like it's your own place. Something delicious is cooking in the kitchen and the smell wafts throughout the house. Maybe pasta? You can hear low music playing and the girls giggling as they no doubt push their dad around for space on the stovetop. You smile and feel your shoulders drop and your jaw unclench for the first time since you argued with Mel. Everything's gonna be fine.

You turn the corner to see into the living room and the kitchen and find Ellie and Sarah laughing with a woman you've never seen before. She's tall with beautiful dark skin and brown coily hair. Your heart stops in your chest, and the expansive house is suddenly all too small.

"Alright, I couldn't find pesto, but I did find," Joel says as he exits the garage with a can in his hand, stopping in his tracks when he sees you. He looks shocked and says your name like he forgot the syllables. Ellie, Sarah, and the mystery woman look up from their food, and Sarah lights up, repeating your name excitedly.

"I'm so happy you're here! This is my mom, Angela!"

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #tlou au #the last of us au #the last of us hbo

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OMG HI I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE AKITO!! may i request akito x reader cuddling after a long, rough day? if thats cool. oneshot if you do :) have a good one 🤞

oneshot - tired cuddles with akito

you're the coffee that i need in the morning; you're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring

an: OUUYDHDHHDFH TYSM !! 🫶🫶 tbh i thought the other akito oneshot would end up being garbage bc i'm not as familiar with him or vivid bad squad (*'-'*) tbh i've been feeling touch starved lately so im gonna focus more on the affection here lolz (worry not it'll be a balance of fluff and mild angst)

tags: gender neutral reader, just a tidbit of angst (having a shitty day), intimacy

there's no way today could possibly get any worse.

at least, you hope so. sometimes you hit rock bottom and think it can only go uphill from there, but life comes back with a pickaxe, ready to dig until you're truly at your worst.

like today. you think you must've woken up on the wrong side, since absolutely nothing went right – you spilled cereal on your kamiyama high school uniform in a hurry, almost missed the bus, nearly fell asleep (and got yelled at for it) in math class, noticed your backpack was ripping just a second too late, and came home at the wrong moment, when the sprinklers were on, and ended walking inside completely soaked. needless to say, you’ve had a miserable day.

the thick piles and piles of homework to do don't help, either. as you lay in bed, mindlessly scrolling through pinterest, the deep pit in your stomach envelopes you in guilt. even though you've been trying to get up and start doing whatever you can get your hands on, maybe pre-calculus worksheets or an analysis of “the most dangerous game,” you find you simply can't, being too drained to do anything but lament in your head. mentally and physically, you barely have the strength to make it through the rest of the day.

hours go by, the bright afternoon sky becoming a beautiful purple-pink sunset around dusk, and you still haven't moved from your bed. your parents came in a handful of times to try and get you to let it out, but to no avail – you don’t foresee yourself getting up any time soon. it's only when your stomach rumbles that you sit up and pad downstairs to grab a snack from the kitchen.

pouring out a handful of cheerios into a bowl, you zone out, staring out the window overlooking the backyard. although you feel slightly better after a session of moping and lying in bed for hours on end, time goes by viscously; you find you’re still not out of the mental slump, and everything feels too overwhelming. the hair on your arms is too prickly, your sweatshirt too warm, and you have the sudden urge to claw at your skin. sighing, you trudge back upstairs and quietly shut the door, sitting down at your desk. after putting your phone on silent, you browse soap2day for a random movie to drown everything out with (and hopefully forget about the rest of the day).

after finish watching howl’s moving castle for the nth time, you sit up in your chair, stretching and yawning. although you still somehow feel like garbage, imagining yourself as a character sure felt relieving (and fed your escapism, but that’s a worry for another day). shutting your laptop down, you crawl into bed to try and sleep; the analog clock on your night stand reads 11:37. placing your phone on the table, you pull the covers over yourself in attempt to drift off.

unfortunately, your attempts were only fruitful for forty-five minutes at most. you awake to an abrupt thud on your window. brows furrowed, you shrug off the covers to see just what’s going on; opening the window, you’re met with the unexpected presence of an abashed akito crouched on the roof.

“akito? what the hell are you doing here, and at this hour?” you ask, eyes wide.

“can you let me in first? it’s cold and windy and i think i might fall.” facepalming, you help him crawl through the window, shivering at the suddend draft and closing it.

“so, care to answer my question?” you pick at him, flopping down on the bed and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“i should be asking you that, honestly,” he shrugs, “i tried texting and calling you but i didn’t get anything back, so here i am.”

“oh…” you laugh sheepishly, “sorry about that, i had a shitty day and couldn’t stand having my phone go off.”

“aw, what happened?” akito asks, joining you in bed. you glance at the door, checking to see if it’s locked. although your parents are more than welcoming of akito, seeing him with you alone would be a bit of an unpleasant shock. leaning on his shoulder and pulling the blanket over the two of you, you recount your eventful day to him as he fiddles with a lock of your hair.

“and i didn’t even get to have lunch in between all that.” you add, whining. although you now find the events just a little funny, you still cringe in embarrassment when thinking about being yelled at by a teacher in public.

“i’m sorry all that happened,” says akito, pulling you closer to him, “but you know you can talk to me about it if you want to, right?”

“yeah,” you pout.

“well, are you feeling any better than before? if not, i know just what to do.”

“i think so? i watched howl’s moving castle and it made me feel a little better.”

“i think christian bale tends to have that effect on people.”

“for sure!” you not, “but yeah, i feel…icky, i guess.”

“maybe you should take a shower, sometimes that helps,” he offers, “but you should probably do that in the morning, you’ll get sick if you shower now.” you roll your eyes.

“really? that’s such a mom thing to say.”

“hey, don’t come to me if you shower and get a cold!”

“nah, i’m too tired to shower right now. since, y’know, i was in the middle of sleeping until someone woke me up.” akito laughs sheepishly.

“is it really my fault if you made me worried sick? i mean, i was just fulfilling my role as the caring boyfriend, don’t you think?”

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you laugh, laying down on his lap.

the two of you spend a while chatting in bed until god-knows-what time, when you’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. akito makes a show out of tucking you in, giving you a quick peck before climbing back out the window. you melt away into a dreamy sleep, feeling warm and fuzzy at the thought of akito’s warm embrace.

#akito shinonome #pjsk #project sekai #akito imagines #akito x reader #akito oneshots #pjsk x reader #pjsk imagines #pjsk oneshots #gn reader #gender-neutral reader

[vulture-writes-stuff]

Here is part 2 to my silly thing with Jacq, featuring Lycanmom and Librarian reader

Jacq X Male Reader - Part 2

Jacq has a massive crush on him. He's pretty sure he's being subtle and cool about it, but he definitely isn't. Gay chaos ensues.

Reader is not the SV protagonist. He's a pretty normal dude all things considered - his only explicitly mentioned Pokemon is a dusk form Lycanroc.

Author's note: Clusterfuck of gay chaos

There was nothing Jacq disliked more than phone calls.

Then again, nobody really liked making phone calls. You only ever called when it was something really important, or something you needed to be professional with.

He couldn't decide if this was a matter that he needed to be super professional with.

Jacq had saved ____'s number to his phone, and was currently blankly staring at the contact. He was weighing the potential outcomes in his head - he could call right now to tell ____ when his classes were, but if he called at an awkward moment then ____ would get upset with him.

He could send a text, which was generally his more preferred method of communication.... But he had no idea if ____ had given him his mobile number, or the number to the bookshop. A text might not go through at all, which would end up being a hassle.

Jacq dropped his rotom phone on his desk, sinking his head into his hands. He hated overthinking. He should just trust his gut, go with the flow! Prendre les choses comme elles viennent, as Salvatore would surely tell him.

After a few moments of silent pondering, Jacq finally decided on sending a text. He scooped his phone back up, opening up a chat with ____ and... Once again, sitting there and staring.

He spent a few more minutes trying to figure out what exactly to say. It was too late for a good morning, but too early for a good evening! Good afternoon would work, but would that be too formal? Maybe just a hello.... Yes, that would work fine. He had his schedule typed out in mere moments, just because that was the easy part. But how should he finish it?

"Can't wait to see you!" Was way too forward. Maybe "Let me know whenever's most convenient for you"? Or a "Looking forward to hearing back from you," but that sounded too pushy. Oh, just asking for the most convenient time was fine! He couldn't overthink this! It was just a text!

A text to ____. ____, the cute librarian with a nice smile and a nicer laugh... Jacq vigorously shook his head. Not now, he scolded himself internally, fixing his glasses. Just get this done and then you can go daydream, if you want to get in trouble with Clavell again. You might be better off grading homework.

He set his phone down again, resisting the urge to check it every few seconds as though it wouldn't let him know he had a message the moment ____ responded. As much as he wanted to get things done, his mind ran amok with anxiety-filled rambling. What if ____ never saw it? What if he thought it was weird? What if he just gave up on the idea of coming to talk, so it would be awkward to try and talk to him any further? What if he-

Ro-to-to.

Jacq nearly knocked his little cup of pencils off his desk grabbing his phone, frantically checking his notifications. ____ had responded! That was faster than he thought!

'Hey Jacq :] any day works for me haha, I don't do much!! If you're doing classes tomorrow, I can come in? Sound good to you?'

Jacq sat there staring at that little smiley face, trying to figure out how to respond. Tomorrow would be perfect, but how casual should he be? Ugh, he hated overthinking.

'Tomorrow works great! Can't wait :D'

Was that too forward? Probably. Jacq made to delete the last part, but of course hit send prematurely. He panicked, nearly dropping his phone - thank goodness Rotom caught itself with an annoyed buzz, floating in lazy circles around his head as he fumbled to catch it.

Before he could delete the message and play dumb about it, ____ had replied.

'Cool, cya then! xx'

....Huh. Maybe it wasn't too forward after all. Jacq let out a long sigh, burying his face in his hands. Oh, he was an absolute mess. He needed a coffee.

Jacq was hardly aware of how fast time went by until he was laying in bed that night, staring blankly at the ceiling. He hadn't felt this anxious about a class since his first day as a teacher, but he supposed that wasn't all too long ago...

Tomorrow would be fine.

He was early the next morning, pacing around the plaza in front of the school. ____ had already texted to say he was on his way to Mesagoza, and he had to be there to take him up to his class.

Jacq kept nervously fixing his hair, as if any attempt of tidying it would work. He was certain he looked a mess, maybe this was a bad idea-

"Jacq!" A familiar voice broke him out of his own head, and he quickly spotted the source. ____ jogged up to him, a bright smile on his face. He was dressed more casually than his usual work uniform, a small bag tucked under his arm. Lycanroc trotted along at his side, obviously enjoying the sunshine. "Sorry if I kept you waiting."

"No, not at all!" Jacq cleared his throat, already feeling his face burn. "We've still got a bit before my first class starts, why don't I show you up to the classroom first?"

"Sounds good - lead the way." ____ fetched a PokeBall out of his bag, returning Lycanroc. Jacq heard her grumble in disapproval as she disappeared.

The two walked through the front doors together, and ____ paused to look at the gigantic bookshelves.

"Wow," He breathed. "This is a lot bigger than I was expecting. I'm even more surprised you came by my shop." Jacq chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head. He had zero regrets going to the bookshop over hunting down reading material here.

"My class is upstairs, but it isn't too far. There's probably going to be a few students in there already, they like to hang out before classes start for the day." Jacq gestured to the large staircase in front of them.

They carried onwards in an almost awkward silence, walking rather close to eachother... Jacq was the first to speak.

"I've been curious - how did you meet Lycanroc?" He glanced over at ____.

"Haha, it's a funny story. I've known her as long as I can remember. Back when I was little, only three or four, she came right up to me when I was playing outside. According to my mom, she tried to 'bite' me, but knowing her... She was probably just checking me out." ____ reminisced fondly. "Even when my parents shooed her away or tried to catch her themselves, she always left and came back. Only when I was outside, though."

"Oh, wow, I hadn't realized you'd known her that long... I suppose I'd assumed you'd met her as a Rockruff, haha."

"Nope - I caught her when I was seven. She didn't fight, she didn't try to run from me. My guess is she wanted to protect me, even if she's not exactly a battler. She's stuck by my side ever since, always looking out for me and caring for me... I call her Lycanmom sometimes because of that." ____ laughed warmly, shoulder bumping lightly against Jacq's as they walked through the halls. He swore he felt his heart stop for a moment.

"That's, ah, very interesting!" Jacq stuttered a moment. "Almost all the research I've seen points to Dusk Lycanroc being elusive and aggressive... I wonder why she decided to approach you in particular."

"Dunno. I can ask her all I want, but she can't really tell me. I'd love to hear her full story though." ____ paused. "Oh, is this your classroom?"

Jacq hadn't even noticed he'd walked right past the door - ____ had only stopped because he saw the biology lab sign on the wall.

"Er- Y-Yes, it is, sorry, I was lost in thought." He wheeled back to open the door. "Here, let me get the door for you!"

"Oh, thanks, haha." ____ entered, pausing briefly to brush a few stray bits of fur off of himself. Jacq followed after him, making sure the door shut properly. The classroom was completely empty, save for the two of them. Jacq supposed it was a little too early for students to want to hang out in school.

"I guess I should probably get everything ready for today's lesson - oh, ah, and explain how this is going to work." Jacq rubbed the back of his neck out of habit. "So our lessons recently have, er, mostly been about- about alternate forms, I did tell you that. Today I'm mostly just going to talk about Pokemon with unique evolutions, and Lycanroc is the center of today's lecture."

"And you wanted a Dusk Lycanroc as an example?" ____ hummed thoughtfully, leaning againsd Jacq's desk.

"Exactly! All you'll need to do is, ah, tell them about what you know. And talk about Lycanroc's mannerisms and behaviors, you know?"

"Sure. I know a lot about dusks, as you're probably aware of... But I should probably make a few notes so I can be prepared. Mind if I borrow your pen?"

"Oh, not at all!" Jacq made a move to grab the pen on his desk at the same time as ____, his hand landing on top of the other's. The two stood there silently for a moment, ____'s wrist slightly pinned to the desk by Jacq's hand. They were only a few inches apart, making awkward eye contact.

"Ah... Uh, this is-" ____ stuttered, and Jacq suddenly snapped back into reality. He practically flew back, face burning, yelping as his back hit the board behind him.

"I'm so sorry! I-I, uh, I didn't think, I didn't mean to-" Jacq applogized frantically, but ____ only giggled.

"It's- D-Don't worry about it, Jacq, it's alright." He stepped forward a bit, fidgeting with the pen in his hands. "I'm not... I'm not upset."

The two were quite close again, ____ reaching forward to gently fix Jacq's labcoat. Jacq's eyes flickered across ____'s face, admiring his eyes, his lips... His lips... Jacq swallowed back the lump in his throat. Oh boy.

____ was blushing, gaze turning down as Jacq's eyes wandered. Neither of them spoke, though Jacq was faintly aware of how they drew closer and closer... His hands trembled slightly, reaching up to caress ____'s cheek. They were so close, Jacq swore he felt their noses bump together-

"Buenos dias, Mr. Jacq!" The door opened, and ____ flung himself backwards to make himself look busy. Jacq frantically turned, taking his phone out to browse through it casually.

Juliana walked in alongside Nemona, humming merrily with her notebook in her arms. The two sat down at their desks, before starting up a conversation that Jacq wasn't particularly listening to.

He pondered what had happened only a few seconds prior, felt his heart skip a beat or two. Had they really almost kissed...? Jacq shuddered without meaning to, before leaning forward and lightly whacking his forehead on the board in front of him. Oh, he was a mess.

Students filed in over time, and Jacq had finally settled his racing thoughts. He'd have time at the end of the day to think about it. The bell rang, knocking on his brain like a hammer to remind him that he still had a job to do.

"Morning, everyone!" Jacq said after clearing his throat, turning around to face the classroom. "I'm sure you all remember our lessons about alternative forms, no? Well, today I thought I'd bring in a good example! ____, if you would?"

"Of course." ____ casually plucked the PokeBall out of his bag, before sending out Lycanroc. She stood by his side peacefully, eyeing the students. A few leaned to the sides in their seats to get a better look, and Jacq swore he saw Nemona's eyes light up. "I'm sure most of you have seen - or even used - Lycanroc's other forms. They're a very interesting Pokemon, and their change in evolution is very unique. Dusk Lycanroc are remarkably rare, and have a unique temperament in comparison to their kin."

____ patted Lycanroc's head, and she began to pad around the classroom, tail wagging lazily as she strolled between the various desks. She seemed remarkably calm, even when a few of the bolder students gave her a pat or touched her.

"They're also quite powerful, and boast a ferocious fighting spirit. Most trainers who come across them are swiftly reminded of this fact. Wild Dusk Lycanroc are very solitary, and prefer to live alone rather than in packs - nobody really knows why that is, but that reclusiveness makes them even more appealing to find." ____ folded his arms. "As you can see, Lycanroc bears many similarities to both Midday and Midnight forms - if it were sunset, you'd have a hard time differentiating between her and a Midday Lycanroc! In fact, a lot of people believed Dusk Lycanroc were a myth made up by somebody who just saw a regular Lycanroc in a different lighting."

Lycanroc finally made her rounds, sitting down at the front of the classroom. She looked quite regal, holding her head up high.

"Lycanroc are a fascinating example of evolution. To undergo such significant changes in personality and appearance just because of the time of day is incredible, especially when compared to other species of pokemon with similar evolutionary changes." He summarized, walking up to Lycanroc to pet her again. "Learning about how our Pokemon adapt will only bring us closer to them, so it's important to study as much as we can."

The rest of the class went on as usual, with Lycanroc occasionally walking about to the students who seemed particularly interested in her. Jacq was fascinated - she was amazingly gentle with all of them, even his older students.

When class ended and students began to leave, Jacq and ____ stood at the front of the classroom. Tension weighed heavy in the air, thick as a wool blanket. Neither could quite make eye contact, silent until the door finally shut behind the last student.

Jacq couldn't figure out to say, and spent the rest of his day repeating the same introduction to the rest of his classes. ____ looked thrilled to take part, and Lycanroc seemed to relish in the attention. He wondered briefly if he'd been staring too much... He was just enraptured by ____'s excitement, the way he spoke with such passion and love. He could make a good researcher.

Finally, his work day was over, and Jacq felt like he could finally breathe. All of the various anxieties that stewed in his brain had built into a festering, writhing mass of of tiny little Tarountula that skittered across his nerves.

"Jacq," ____ said, tapping his shoulder gently. He snapped to attention, already aware of the fact that his heart had dropped directly into his stomach. "Ah... About earlier..."

"I'm- I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I just- w-well, I find you very attractive, and-" Jacq wheezed. Had he really just said that? What an opener. "I-I mean, I, ah-"

"N-No, I'm not upset! I... Find you- well, what I'm trying to say is- oh, forget it." ____ groaned, finally grabbing Jacq by the shirt and tugging him close. Their lips met, and Jacq felt fireworks go off inside his head. He didn't know what to do with his hands at first, shuddering as ____'s hand rested lightly upon the back of his neck. He finally settled for winding his arms around the other's hips, leaning into the touch he didn't realize he'd been so starved for.

His glasses fell crooked when they finally parted, both slightly out of breath and completely frazzled.

"...Do you want to go get a coffee?" ____ asked as though that hadn't just happened. Jacq's brain needed a moment to reboot before he could answer that.

"Y-Yeah, I mean- of course I do." He nodded, half aware of the fact that he still had ____ pulled flush against him.

"Then let's go." ____ smiled, affectionately fixing his glasses. Jacq finally let him go, though ____'s hand casually slipped into his even as he took a step back.

"My treat this time." He didn't pull his hand back, relishing in the point of contact.

"Alright, you win." ____ gave his hand a gentle squeeze, before suddenly tugging him along. "I know a good place here!"

Oh, Jacq was a mess. But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

Part 3 to this might be a smut if anyone wants that

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[blackswan446]

CORRUPTED || six.

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✩✩✩

the small cafe had mostly cleared out by now. dusk had taken over the neighborhood, it's deep orange and maroon skies flooding through the windows like water. serenity hung in the atmosphere, the lively energy of daytime having quieted down. you sat at the wooden table, school supplies sprawled out all over the surface. hoseok sat opposite you, typing away on his computer. the reflection of a word document with lots of writing was visible in his glasses and he donned a pair of airpods. you hadn't seen him this focused on anything in a while.

which is why you didn't start panicking when you saw 7 missed calls from yoongi.

instead you scrolled through his dozens of texts, all asking in one way or another where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing. the sight of these frantic messages and the knowledge that he was upset and worried because he hadn't heard from you made your stomach flip. without saying a word, you redialed his number and put the phone to your ear. it had barely even dialed before he picked up, sounding both concerned and furious.

"finally, you answer!" he roared. you cringed a bit at his tone as he continued ranting "where the hell have you been? i thought you got kidnapped or something!" he said, the aggravation in his voice turning to a tone of genuine concern. "are you alright? where are you?"

"i'm at a cafe, i'm studying." you said quietly, contrasting with the loud volume of his voice through your phone. you shifted in your chair, lowering the volume on your phone. "i'm sorry, i had my phone silenced."

he sighed harshly before responding. "but you couldn't keep my notifications on?! all you had to do was respond to one text, and then i would've left you alone, but no, you can't even do that?" he said irritated. you thought over his words, he made a good point. but that didn't cancel out the fact that he was still being kind of...mean.

"my phone distracts me, yoongi, i have stuff to get done!" you said firmly, "i don't know what else to say!" he scoffed at your defense. "jesus christ, no wonder your parents don't talk to you. you're crazy. do you ignore their texts, too?!" he asked, his tone bitter and angry. your heart sank at his words, you didn't think he'd go that low. "hey, don't go there. that's unnecessary. i told you i was sorry." you said sadly.

you heard a sigh from the other line. "okay, i'm sorry i said that. i was just worried about you. you know i care about you, more than anything, right?" he said, his tone having switched from cold and low to sugary and kind. you muttered a quiet agreement, looking down at your homework and textbooks. hoseok was still writing, totally oblivious to what was happening right in front of him.

"when do you think you'll be done? i want to see you." he said sweetly. you thought for a moment, you had been there for about two hours. you still had more work to do, but this was a priority right now. "i don't know, we'll be leaving really soon. probably half an hour?" you said, coming out as a question instead of an answer. "we? who's we, [name]?" yoongi said, his tone slightly more rigid than before. "are you there with ho-suck, or whatever his name is?"

you looked up at hoseok nervously, who was still blissfully unaware of the raging war between you and your boyfriend. "yeah." you said quietly. yoongi sighed roughly. "fine. whatever. as long as you're not alone." he seethed "but you text me as soon as you get back home, okay? and you don't go anywhere after this. straight home." he said, hanging up right after. you sighed, and looked at your supplies once again. you hated to disrupt hoseok's work by saying goodbye, but what choice did you have? you had worried yoongi enough tonight, it was just better for you to go home.

you started to put your things back into your bag, which caught hoseok's attention. "ready to go?" he asked, taking one of his headphones out. you nodded. "i am, but don't feel like you have to go with me. i'm fine to go by myself." you said, zipping your bag shut. "no way, i don't want to stay here alone." he said, slamming his computer shut. "besides, i'm pretty much done with the paper. it was a bitch to write, though."

you laughed. "really? because you looked pretty focused to me. i don't think i've ever seen you concentrate on anything like that." you said, smiling at the recent memory of him looking at his computer like it was the only thing in the entire world. "oh, [n/n], have more faith in me. i know what i'm doing." he said playfully. you chuckled as he went on about knowing more than he let on and how you needed to believe in him.

you tried to laugh along with his humorous rant, and you tried to stay in the moment with him, but you couldn't get your mind off of you and yoongi's disagreement. his words were dark and murky, they clouded the skies of your mind and pushed the happiness out of your heart. of course, he was right. you knew that. he was just worried about you. wouldn't you act the same way for him?

in reality, you knew that you wouldn't bombard him with messages and calls when you didn't know where he was or who he was with. did that mean you didn't care for him, like he did for you? shame inundated your conscience, the dark, dreadful feeling of guilt not creeping up on you slowly, but jumping out in front and shoving you into the dark alley it called home.

you were so lost in your own emotions, that you almost didn't realize that you had gotten back home. hoseok, who was still telling his story, stopped walking before you did. "[name]." he said confused. you stopped and looked around. "oh." he looked at you, his expressing showing slight concern as he met your eyes. "are you okay? you barely said anything the whole way home." he asked, putting his hand on the gate that led into your yard. you nodded. "yeah, i'm fine." you said softly as you fumbled for your key. "i just have a headache. i need to lie down." you lied. he shook his head. "i get it. get some rest, okay?" he said, patting your shoulder lightly. "i'll see you tomorrow, [n/n]." with that, he started walking again. his favorite yellow shoes hit the ground hard as he strolled away. you unlocked the gate with a tired sigh, and unlocked the house.

taking out your phone to text yoongi, you looked around the empty house. it looked like a family had never lived there, the only signs of life being your shoes and a little, tiny framed photo of you and hoseok from high school. his words barged into your mind again, and you couldn't help but wonder...

was he right?

✩✩✩ 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

#yandere bts #yandere hoseok #yandere jung hoseok #yandere bts x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere kpop #yandere kpop x reader #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #fanfic #jung hoseok #jhope #bts hoseok #jhope x reader

[catacomb231]

Parental Figure|Dadzawa x Student! Reader (part One?)

A/N:So like, I haven't made an official cover for this cuz I've been obsessed with Dadzawa recently and wanna turn this into a series but idk. So.. lemme know if you want it to be a series or not. Even just one comment will do.

Sum:Aizawa has known for a while that your home life isn't the greatest, so he's just done all he could to make you comfortable at school. It's worked well but soon he learns something that ends up being the last straw.

To say that Aizawa was a role model to you was an understatement.

He was the father you never had!

Your parents divorced a few months ago and your mother gained custody of you. She hasn't physically hurt you yet, but she doesn't care for you a lot and sometimes verbally puts you down.

So when you're at school around your friends and teacher, they're like a real family!

And after Aizawa had gotten you to open up about it all, he glady started helping you out when needed. Like training one on one with you, giving extensions on assignments you didn't get finished, etc.

And some nights when you go home and your mother doesn't cook you any dinner, he allowed you to come to his house and he's make you some.

So yeah he was basically your new dad in your eyes! Especially since your old one was so crappy.

The reason why your mother doesn't cook you food and take care of you, is because she's too busy moping and crying and sometimes just can't get out of bed!

Almost every day, you come home to your mother still lying in bed, curtains closed, dark bedroom, still in her dirty pink bathroom and slippers with her unkept hair and puffy tired eyes, with soda cans littered all around her room.

Some days she's sitting on the couch of your apartment watching one of her soap operas while bawling her eyes out because her "husband left her" even though they both agreed to divorce!

The the VERY rare days, she actually makes you something small like a grilled cheese! But that only happened at least once every few months.

So it's no surprise that your mother doesn't notice when you come and leave. You could up and leave and not come back right now! But you haven't. Not YET at least.

So that's why you go over to Aizawa's house for food. And he's more than happy to take you in.

-

Today wasn't any different.

You've been home for about 2 hours now and you just finished your homework and studying for you math test. So you get up from your desk and leave your room, making your way to the living room.

As expected, your mother wasn't in the kitchen or on the couch. So she was in bed. So you just left your apartment, headed down the stars, and walked down the dusk filled streets to Aizawa's house. It was only a couple of blocks away from your apartment complex.

You knock on his door and soon opens it. "Hey kid. You're here a bit earlier. Dinner's not quite ready yet." He tells you ask he lets you in, closing the door behind you.

"Yeah but I finished all of my school work faster than normal. So I decided to just come early. Didn't have anything to do at my place anyway." You reply sitting down on the couch.

Aizawa just nods and headed back to the kitchen, while you sat on the couch and happily pet Aizawa's cat Sushi. (THAT'S RIGHT! SUSHI IS BACK Y'ALL!)

You loved it at Aizawa's house!

It was always so nice and quiet, different from your house where in the silence all you hear is your mother's sobbing. And Sushi is adorable! Plus Aizawa is pretty chill too and makes AMAZING FOOD!

"How's your mother?" He asks. He doesn't usually ask about your mother because talking about it may make you uncomfortable and it's pretty obvious what you'll say but still. "Eh, same as always. Lying in bed.

"I see." He replies and leaves it there.

The food is soon finished and you two sit down, eating. You happily scarf down all of the food. It was like heaven in my mouth.

-

You arrive back at my apartment and walk in, closing the door. Surprisingly you hear shuffling from the kitchen and You look up to see your mother! Up and out of bed, carrying a plate of canned heated up cinnamon rolls she probably got from the vending machine downstairs.

She looks at you, red puffy eyes with tired bags underneath meeting yours. "Where did you go?" She asks as she saw you walk in. "Oh, uh, studying with a friend." You lie to her. Luckily, she didn't question it any further and just sighed before shuffling back to her dark bedroom.

You sigh of relief. You didn't want to risk her forbidding you from going to Aizawa's house or something. You headed back to your room and head to sleep.

I sometimes wish Aizawa was my dad.

#mha #bnha #mha reader insert #fluff #mha oneshots #mha aizawa shota #mha aizawa x reader #mha aizawa x reader platonic #platonic #mha aizawa platonic #bnha aizwa x y/n #bnha aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa platonic

[show-choir-gal]

How You Two Meet - Slashers Preference

Masterlist of Masterslists

Thomas Hewitt: You were walking by the house after escaping a potential assaulter You had been walking for what seemed like hours. You had sliced clothes and open wounds. You were shivering uncontrollably and your eyes were swollen from sobbing. It was dusk when you came across a lone farm house in the middle of who knows where. You were so tired from walking, the attempted assault, and crying. Your body was finally starting to give out. You started to trip over almost every little thing. A sheriff car rolled up behind you. "Hey there, I'm sheriff Hoyt. Are you lost?" The man said as he rolled down his window to talk to you. That was the last straw and your body finally let go and you fell to the ground crying. Hoyt got out of his car and grabbed you and placed you in the passenger seat. Once you two were parked by the farm house, Hoyt called for a woman as he grabbed you and carried you into the house. He placed you down on a chair in the kitchen and a woman came running in. "Oh gosh, what happened?" The woman asked as she looked at you then Hoyt. "I don't know, she was just walking when I found her." A man in a leather mask walked into the room and immediately he was drawn to you. He stared lovingly at the woman in front of him. "Thomas, please stitch this young lady up so she can get better." The woman said as she sent the man to fetch his supplies. "I'm Luda May. I think Thomas really likes you. He'll stitch you right up and I'll fetch you a glass of water and you can explain everything, alright?"

Bubba Sawyer: Your car broke down by the farmhouse You were driving down a long dirt road when all of a sudden your car started to make a strange noise. You tried to power through it but to no avail. The car slowly came to a stop and would not turn back on. You screamed at the top of your lungs. When you looked back to the scenery in front of you, you can see two men walking towards you. "Everything good?" One of them said. "M-my car just broke down." You replied. "Ah yes, that often happens on this road. I'm Nubbins." The second man said as he smiled. "I'm sorry miss, I should've introduced myself. I'm Drayton. Nubbins and his brother are pretty good at cars and can get you on your way in no time. Would you like to come into the house to get away from this dreaded Texas heat while they work on your car?" "That would be great actually. I really appreciate the help. I'm Y/N." Nubbins stayed behind and Drayton walked you to the house. "We have a guest!" Drayton yelled as he lead you around the house and then finally lead you to the living room where an old man and another man with a mask. You sat down as Drayton explained what happend. Every now and again the other man, named Bubba, was always seeming to be staring at you. As soon as Drayton left, the old man spoke up. "Could you help me into th-" He started to ask with a smirk. "No." Bubba declared, which startled you. The old man began laughing, "Bubba seems to really like you."

Michael Meyers: You were stalked during your babysitting Your parents were going to a Halloween party and called you to come and babysit your little brother. You drove from your college to your childhood house and greeted your family as they waited for you in the living room. They handed you $20 for dinner and kissed you and your brother goodbye. You two ordered some pizza and fries and hung out for a little bit until you looked at your brother and told him that he needs to do his homework. "But why?" He begged. "Because I don't want to be yelled at for letting you get away with not doing homework. Besides, I'll do homework with you so you're not alone. After we're both done we can bake some Halloween cookies, deal?" He took and your hand and shook it, "Deal." "Alright kiddo, we got this." You two finished your homework about an hour and a half later and then once that was cleaned up you two started on the cookies. The cookies finished baking and you took them out of the oven and put them on a cooling rack. "Yo, who is that? Is that a friend of yours?" Your brother asked as he looked back out the window. "What are you talking about?" "Look!" You looked out the window to find some person in coveralls and a pale white mask, "I have no idea who that is, they're probably just trying to scare us." You grabbed a sandwich baggie and put some cookies in it and grabbed a handful of candy that was meant for tomorrow and you opened the door and looked in the direction the person was originally standing. "Halloween is tomorrow asshole, but I like your spirit. Here's some candy and cookies for the night. Make sure you stay warm, it's a bit chilly out." You placed the items on a little stool on your porch, "Have a goodnight." You said before you went inside. Michael was hiding in the woods, but suddenly felt this warmth inside him when he witnessed your kindness and just not being scared or freaked out by him.

Brahms Heelshire: You were looking after Brahms (in doll form, obvi) This goes right along with the movie, but before Greta. Forget Greta even happened.

Jason Voorhees: You were renting a cabin for the summer You just wanted a nice and peaceful summer, so you rented a cabin right by the popular Camp Crystal Lake a few towns over. You pulled up to your cabin and took a little tour before you started to bring your bags inside. Unbeknownst to you though, while you were bringing your bags inside, Jason was watching you bring your bags inside. Jason would normally be observing to kill but, he was intrigued by you. You weren't loud and partying, you didn't dress in only sleazy tops and short shorts. You were by yourself, quiet, kept to yourself. He watched as you finished unpacking and sat on the front porch and...just started to read a book . The wind was blowing your hair out of your face and you were smiling gently to yourself. Jason really liked that about you. You were different to the people he killed, and he liked and appreciated different.

Billy Loomis: He saw you at the local coffee shop You had just moved to Woodsboro with your parents. You moved because your father found a better studio to write for and so you all moved with him. You weren't one to complain, this could be worse, it could be a lot worse even. Once the final moving boxes were put away, you kissed your parents goodbye and heading to find some nice places around the town. You found some nice boutiques and parks and a beautiful movie theatre but you came across a really cute coffee shop and chose to stop by. You ordered a latte and a muffin and started to subtly people watch. Your eyes were caught on a boy who was already looking in your direction. You smiled at him and he smiled back and you finished your latte and you left. Stu was going on and on about how he should make a move, but Billy just watched you as you left the shop, a smile never leaving his face.

Stu Macher: You were assigned as partners for a project This was the final English project before midterms and you were just hoping that you didn't do all the work again. Your teacher was assigning groups aloud when she called your name, "You're working with Stu Macher." Kids snickered and the teacher shushed them all and you just slung your head back. "If you can get him to do his work, I owe you a spa day." Your best friend whispered in your ear. "You just earned yourself a bet!" You exclaimed in a whisper as you held you hand out to shake. The project was a breakdown of a book turned movie and the differences between the two. Class eventually ended and you packed up your things and headed straight to Stu's locker. You spotted him and made your way over. "Hey Stu, we got assigned as partners for an English. We can talk about the project tomorrow in class. I chose Psycho for our project, I think I remember you talking about it a few times so I hope you don't mind. See you tomorrow." You said with a smile as you walked away to your own locker.

Bo Sinclair: You stop for gas at his gas station You were on your way to visit some friends and had to make a quick pit stop to use the restroom and get gas. You pulled into this run of the mill gas station and went inside to use the restroom. Bo had been staring at you since you pulled up but you brushed it off thinking that it's just his job. You walked out after washing your hands and grabbed a few snacks on the way to the counter. You placed your items in front of the gas station attendant - Bo. "What is a pretty young thing doing here today?" He asked with a smirk. "Just making a pit stop while heading to see some friends." You replied with a smile. "Well they must be lucky to have a friend like you. How much do you want on your pump?" "$17 please." "Snacks are on me, as long as you give me your number." He said with a wink. You blushed and wrote your number down on some receipt paper and handed it to him. You grabbed your snacks and headed out to your car and then started to fill it up.

Vincent Sinclair: Bo takes you home to kill you You were just chilling at the local bar when gas station attendant Bo started to strike up a conversation with you. You two hit it off pretty well so you two decided to ditch the grimy club and head over to his place. Bo was a gentleman and opened all the doors for you. He gave you a brief tour of his house and led you to the living room, he had you sit on the couch and he asked if you wanted anything to drink. You said you only wanted a water and he smiled and went to the kitchen but there was immediately some commotion. Vincent came out to see Bo's newest victim, but when he looked at you he fell head over heels for you. Bo didn't like this, but Vincent never felt this type of way for anyone so Bo gave up his blood thirsty ideas. He came back with some water and said, "My brother Vincent thinks you're pretty and wants to get to know you." Bo said with a smile

#slashers #slasher #slasher preference #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #michael meyers #brahms heelshire #friday the 13th #billy loomis #stu macher #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #preference #show-choir-gal

[probablygayattorneys]

Hold it!

Welcome to my blog! Please read this get to know me before continuing.

I'm Parker (the artist formally known as Cody and/or Katie), I'm 26, and pronoun neutral. (She/he/they- it is all okay! Gender is like religion to me, I recognize that it can mean a lot to someone and give them some sort of comfort and meaning, but personally I am not in a place where I'm one of those people, and I'll respect your view as long as you respect mine.) By day, I’m a mild mannered front desk representative at a hotel, and by night, I’m mild mannered front desk representative… sleeping. I’m also autistic but I’m also a silly goose, so if something seems odd, it might be because something isn’t clicking or it also might be because I’m doing a bit. I also have dyscalculia (which is a lot like dyslexia but for math) and often joke that I never learned how to count. I change my profile picture like once a week for no real reason other than I'm vibing with a different character now.

I grew up on the puzzle games of the early aughts but sort of fell out of love with them somewhere in the last 10 years and have only been getting back into it over the past few years. I have played the original Ace Attorney trilogy, both Great Ace Attorney Chronicles games, both Ace Attorney Investigations games, the “Apollo Justice trilogy” (derogatory), Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright, both Layton trilogies, Layton Brothers Mystery Room, Layton’s Mystery Journey, OneShot, Trace Memory, Another Code: Two Memories and Ghost Trick. I am currently playing Another Code: Recollection and replaying Hotel Dusk inbetween going back through the Layton games to finish all the minigames and solve all the puzzles. I plan to play Last Window: Secrets of Cape West, and Death Trick: Double Blind. I try to be mindful of tagging spoilers appropriately, but proceed with caution regardless. I also queue my posts way in advance but then shuffle it regularly so what I’m playing may get posts immediately or may not get any for three months.

Also, Donkey Kong is my mortal enemy. He is my death and I am his. We are connected by the opposite of the red invisible string of fate. We are destined to destroy each other time and time again until we go over the Reichenbach Falls together.

Most of my fandom contributions are shitposts, but sometimes I'll also make graphic edits (most commonly text post memes) or video edits. Sometimes I also will cross post a piece of fanfiction from Ao3 (which is the same username as here). My tag for these is look what I made. For the most part this blog just is original posts because I don’t follow any other fandom blogs. For a long time this blog was just Ace Attorney, but now it’s just my general video game blog.

My personal favorite characters are Miles, Kay, Susato, Ema, Katrielle, Ashley Mizuki Robbins, and Kyle Hyde. I ship Wrightworth and Miego but I'm not, like, horny about it, and don't really give a shit about shipping discourse. Ship if you want, don't ship if you don't want, I don't really care. Even if I don't agree with your ships, I'm not here to start a fight.

My only real other passions are musical theatre, public libraries, Taylor Swift, and The Mountain Goats but I'll only post about them if it's also somehow crossing over to puzzle games. I also love a good farming simulator, such as Story of Seasons, my favorite being A Wonderful Life.

My ask box and submissions are both open, and you can always DM me. It doesn't matter if we've never spoken before, you can start a conversation with me for anything from homework help to "phantom of the opera aa au" and my response will always be trying to help (I'm better at language arts but I'll do my best with STEM) or "are we going with original POTO or LND and is godot the phantom”. I will only ignore you if you're making me uncomfortable, and even then, I'll probably tell you that due to the inappropriate nature the conversation has taken, I'm terminating it. My queue tag is 'queue takumi defense squad'.

That's all I can think of for now. If you've actually read this far, thank you and welcome to my blog!

#personal #just making this so it can be my pinned post #feel free to ignore if youre a follower

[fallenflowersfromgrace]

Luz Appreciation Week Day 6 (Shipping Day)

Alright so I've had this one ready to go since October 6th. Why? Because it is literally my own experience. Well the "oh" realization. I've never actually crushed on anyone.

(I'm not good with romance so I would've skipped this but I was determined to give Luz all the love she deserves, dammit!)

Crushes and romance fell into a category Luz Noceda was not an expert on. While yes, she's written fanfics regarding the topic and has watched her favorite characters fall in love and squeal over her OTP, realistically speaking, it wasn't something she herself was familiar with.

She's had her moments back on earth where she found the smart band kid who sat in the middle row of her science class cute or the volleyball player attractive because they were in similar fandoms but nothing serious.

And then Grom happened. Of course she didn't realize how much it bugged her that Amity was going to ask someone out, until after. When she asked if she could help the witch ask out her crush which was a pretty stupid thing to do.

But now that things had sorta calmed down and Luz didn't have to worry about her mentor’s curse (as much.) She was able to breathe and relax and figure out how to deal with her complicated feelings towards Amity.

At least they were friends if today was anything to go by. Amity had started hanging around her more and the two of them had sat outside their potion class while waiting for the next period to start.

"So since we're going to have a sub today, that means no homework." Amity casually stated as she leaned against the classroom door. "And from what I've heard you had a lot of test today, right? So no homework either?"

"Yep," Luz nodded brightly as she sighed. "Gosh, it's nice to be free."

"Hm, well I'll be training after school. My parents are finally letting me out of the house more."

"Amity, that's awesome! Where are you training at?"

"The area around the Grom tree. It's pretty quiet there."

"Tell me how it goes. You're super powerful so you'll do great."

"Do you wanna come with?" Amity asked and Luz swore the tips of the witch’s ears were red.

"Not after school," Luz shrugged.

"Please?" Luz blinked in surprise and part of her felt really bad to reject her friend's request. She wanted Luz to train with her.

"Sorry, Amity," Luz sighed sympathetically. "I can't. I have plans with Eda."

"It's fine!" Amity blurted out and Luz easily brushed it off. "Maybe another time."

///

It was closer to dusk and Luz found herself in the living room skimming over a book Eda was planning on tossing out. There were several other things she rather be doing than helping her mentor sort through her unorganized piles of books, but Eda had lost a bet and Luz had found herself dragged into it.

The teen picked up a very disregarded book that she could clearly tell was a badly written romance novel and the earlier events of the day caught up with her.

"I think I got asked out."

A sound that reminded Luz of a cat choking on a hair ball escaped Eda as she choked on her cup of apple blood, a thud followed via King dropping whatever he was holding, and Lilith slammed her book shut. Luz found the sight amusing of three pairs of wide eyes staring at her.

"You think?" Lilith repeated in confusion but no judgment was in her tone.

"Umm yeah," Luz smiled sheepishly and she quickly explained the story.

"Wow," King huffed in amusement when Luz finished.

"So umm...did I get asked out?" Luz questioned as she desperately looked at Eda and Lilith for an answer.

"Ya, kid you did," Eda chuckled as the teen groaned and hid her face in her hands due to embarrassment.

"I didn't notice," Luz sighed in defeat she she leaned into her mentor’s shoulder.

"Luz," King sighed deeply as he rubbed his skull. "HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE THAT?"

"I'm sorry!" The teenager let out another groan of embarrassment as Eda ruffled her hair. "I don't get asked out. How was I supposed to know?!"

"Luz." King groaned and pointed to Lilith who was hiding her facial expressions behind her book, "Even Lilith knows you got asked out."

"Does everyone know besides me?" Luz looked up Eda with pleading eyes.

"Sorry, kiddo." Eda gave no protest when the teenager demanded a hug.

"Now I have to fix this!" Luz screamed and Eda began to rub comforting circles on the teen's back.

"Fix?" Lilith questioned and Luz noted the book was down.

"Amity probably thinks I rejected her!" Luz pulled out of the hug and began pacing. "She asked me out and I said no! I didn't know she asked me out. I have to-"

"Wait." Eda grabbed her student by her hood with a smirk on her face. "You like her, don't you?"

"Yes!" Luz couldn't remember to be embarrassed or flustered at confessing. "Eda, how do I fix this?"

"Oh, geez." The witch in question glanced at the demon nearby and he quickly made his way to excuse himself.

"Nope," King shook his head. "I'm not apart of this. Good luck, Luz."

"Edaaaaa," Luz sent her mentor a desperate look and Eda scratched the back of her hair awkwardly.

"Um, Lily-"

"She asked you for help." Lilith raised an eyebrow, "And I'm amused to believe you think I am qualified for this."

"Kid," Eda sighed in defeat.

"Yeah?" Luz responded with an excited gasp.

"Would kidnapping her be considered too much?"

#luz appreciation week #day 6 #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #edalyn clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #toh lilith #toh eda #toh luz #toh king #my posts #my writing

[lovemalecforever]

Chapter 4

Confrontations and Truths

It was almost 5:30, the dusk was setting in as Alec walked out of his office, mumbling something under his breath. He looked around to find a taxi which he got after 5 minutes, then got in and left for Catarina's house.

*At Catarina's apartment*

Catarina was pacing in her living room, glancing at the clock again and again. Her worries were deepening with each passing second when her doorbell rang. Sighing, she waved her hands and opened the door.

Alec walked inside and gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry, Cat! I'm.... 15 minutes late." He said while hugging her gently.

"That's not what I'm concerned about Alec, you asked me to meet you urgently and not tell Magnus about our meeting at all, what's going on!?"

He was about to answer when a soft voice echoed the whole house.

"Aallleeecccc!"

Madzie came running down the hall and hugged Alec's leg who was around Alec's waist height now. She was growing faster and learned a lot in all these years. Catarina had officially adopted her, and they formed a really great bond over the course of years.

A wide smile appeared on Alec's face as he bent down to her height and gave her a tight hug. "Hey, sweet pea!"

"Magnus didn't come?" She asked in a sad voice.

"No, sweet pea, I had some important work with your mom, that's why I came. We'll surely come soon to meet you, okay?"

"Okay!" she said enthusiastically, her sadness completely gone.

"Hey Mads! Go to your room sweetheart, we have some important work to discuss." Catarina said to her softly but a slight tone of worry was visible in her voice.

"Okay mommy, bye Alecc!"

"Bye, sweet pea!"

After she left, Catarina sighed, crossed her arms above her chest, and glared at Alec. "Alec! Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Cat! Calm down, can we please sit and talk?"

Catarina sighed yet again. They walked towards her mini balcony where there was a coffee table with two wooden chairs placed around it. She waved her hands and summoned a hot coffee for herself and hot chocolate with marshmallows for Alec.

"Thank you!" Alec said as he sat down on the chair.

Catarina was still looking at him firmly.

"So, to answer your question, Magnus is not fine."

"What!? Alec! What happened to him, has his powers-"

"Cat! Cat! Calm down! There's nothing wrong with him. He's completely fine, he's just not fine emotionally."

"Emotionally!?"

"Look, Cat, it's our anniversary in 6 days, I want to do something for him for which I'll be needing the help of a warlock, and I obviously can't take Magnus' help, so that's why I wanted to meet you."

Catarina let out a breath of relief, which she didn't know was holding. "Alec, I'm still confused, how is Magnus' mental health and your surprise plan related?"

Alec took a deep breath and composed himself before speaking. "You're aware of the biggest attack that happened in Alicante about a month ago, which almost resulted in war?"

"Yes, Alec, I obviously am, that's the reason I'm in Alicante. They needed the powerful warlocks from around the globe to fix the broken wards, you know it really well those are no ordinary wards. But, what about it?" a frown appeared on her forehead, not understanding where this was headed.

"Well, in that attack, I was in the field and Magnus was also called. It was not a small attack so they called everyone that can fight that battle. We both were on the field fighting side by side, but..." Alec cleared his throat, his eyes starting to flood with tears with those memories.

"Alec?" Catarina asked softly.

Alec closed his eyes and a teardrop fell on his cheek. "I... I almost died in that battle."

"What!?" Catarina's eyes went wide. "Oh my god! Alec... why nobody told me about this!? Why am I hearing about it now?"

"You were at the Spiral Labyrinth, Cat. We wouldn't be able to contact you even if we wanted. And, you know Magnus, he hates talking about things like these."

Catarina sighed and gave a slow nod.

"Anyways, I was in a coma for 10 days. My recovery was really slow, but I recovered. I knew Magnus was by my side the whole time, I was able to hear him, hear everything happening beside me, I heard him crying, begging me to wake up, to not leave him this soon, that... he won't be able to live without me, he cried on my arms, didn't sleep for a day!" He paused as tears kept running down his face.

Catarina gently squeezed his arms.

"When I recovered and went back home, he didn't allow me to go back to work for days. I had to convince him, remind him that I'm an inquisitor, I don't have that much fieldwork now, but... he never was able to get over it." He took a deep breath and continued.

"He told me he was fine, but I know he's not Cat! He still cries at night, thinking I'm asleep and not hearing him. whenever I've come home early, I've heard him crying, saying things like... like I'll die someday in a battle or I'll grow old one day and die and leave him forever. But I've always ignored it, knowing that I won't be able to comfort him no matter how hard I try to. And also, because he thinks he's hiding from me. If I confront him, he'll become defensive and more secretive, he'll push me away."

He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Catarina reached out and gave his shoulder a light squeeze. When he opened his eyes, tears were shining brightly in them.

"I... I can't see him like that, Cat! He had a past full of pain, he had been in and out of relationships, had bad ones like Camille. You know all about it better than me, I know he's scared that I'll grow old one day and die. My mortality is scaring him, I love him and I'm worried about him."

"Oh my! Alec... I can't believe Magnus didn't say a word to me. But how can I help you with this?"

"I... Is... I... I... Is...."

"Alec!?" Catarina frowned, her mind going only in one direction with Alec's confrontation.

"I want to become immortal!" He announced.

At first, Catarina's eyes went wide, but then a light smile appeared on her face. "Look, Alec, I'm happy to see the love you have for Magnus, but becoming immortal-"

"It's not just for Magnus, Cat! I'm doing it for myself as well. I want to be with Magnus forever. I can't think of being apart from him even for a day, and, about watching my whole family dying in front of my eyes, with Magnus being by my side, I know I'll handle it!"

Catarina was so awestruck by his determination. 'Magnus is really lucky to have Alec, I'm so happy for you Magnus Bane!' she thought. "But there's one more problem, Alec, you have pure angel blood running in your veins, if you want to become immortal-"

"You think I came without homework, Cat!?" He took out a piece of paper from his pants pocket and kept it on the table. She took it and carefully opened it but then her eyes went wide.

"Wha... Alec, from where did you get this?"

"I was looking through the history of Shadowhunters and Immortals when I got this. The only thing I got to know this far is that," he pointed at the sketch on paper, "his name was Kasper Windermere, the first Shadowhunter to become immortal, half angel and half Shadowhunter, he became half-angel through a spell, but I'm not able to find the rest of it."

Catarina's eyes were wide. Noticing that, Alec took her hand in his catching her attention.

"Look, Cat, I want to become immortal, but Shadowhunting is my life, my career, it's what I've taught since childhood, I can't just give up on it. And I know I'll regret if I become immortal by using demon blood, you all know me. So that's the only option I have. Please, help me Cat!"

She couldn't help but give a wide smile at Alec.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You know, Magnus has been my best friend for centuries, I've seen him falling in and out of love, being with people, caring for them, and getting heartbroken but I've never seen anyone caring for Magnus the way you do. Magnus is really lucky to have you in his life. I'm really happy for both of you."

Alec's cheeks flushed red at this. "Thank you, Cat!"

"But for what you want, we need to search in every place possible. We can start with Book of White; Magnus gave it to me to keep it safe, I'll bring it."

"Okay, let's do it."

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* A Few hours later*

"There's only a small part of the spell mentioned in it, Alec." Catarina rubbed her temples as she turned the book towards Alec. They searched for hours but were only able to find a few details.

"Hmm... but that means it's possible right? We just need to find the rest of it." He was really happy with their findings.

"Alec, are you really sure? There's little mention of it, and... it's written there that it has consequences, that's why it's removed."

"What consequences?" He frowned.

"This spell is irreversible, so you can never turn back to mortal ever again and the only means that can kill you is.... is your own will, as an angel you'll only die when you desire to be."

"How is the other one a consequence?" He asked, confused.

"Alec, no one desires to die, and there's no mention whether Kasper Windermere is alive or dead."

"I don't see any problem with any of the above!"

Catarina sighed. "You are so determined, aren't you?"

"Cat, I can't see Magnus like this anymore. With our anniversary coming, I want to surprise him in the best way possible. I want our anniversary to be about him, his happiness, and I know he'll be happy, so yes, I'm determined to do anything which will make him happy. I'll look for more information tomorrow at Gard's library."

Catarina grinned then out of nowhere, giving him a tight hug. "Magnus Bane is a hell of a lucky man!"

Alec pulled out of the hug but then his eyes fell on his watch, it was 10:30. "Shit! Oh, no! Shit! Shit!"

"Alec, what happened?"

"We planned a dinner at 7 today and it's 10:30, Magnus is going to kill me, I need to run!" He said in a hurried tone.

Catarina laughed and shook her head. "Go, get your husband Alec!"

"Bye, Cat!" With that, Alec rushed out of Catarina's house.

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Magnus was pacing in their living room, eyeing the cold food kept at the kitchen counter and at the clock alternatively. It was almost 10:45. His eyes were filled with the pool of tears that were ready to shed at any moment.

'Where are you, Alexander? You promised you'd make it for dinner.' He sighed and started pacing again when a sudden thought struck him. 'Is... Is he all right? Did something happen to him? Did he go for the hunt? No, No! But he should be home by now then!'

He was about to change into his regular clothes to go out in search of him when he heard the jingle of keys and the door opened making him let out a breath of relief.

Alec walked in and noticed that Magnus was standing in the center of the living room with worry-filled eyes. 'Shit! I'm screwed' he thought then cleared his throat before speaking.

"I'm sorry, Magnus, I... Umm... I...." He kept shuffling in his place, unable to meet the eyes with his husband's.

"Where were you, Alexander?" Magnus almost choked on his words.

Alec noticed this, 'he was crying again, shit! I'm sorry Mags. Just a few more days and you never have to worry about it ever again' he thought.

"I... I was actually with Izzy; she was at the meeting too... I met her after a long time, so after we were both done with our work and meetings we decided to meet for a coffee. We met and started chatting and didn't realize the time. I'm sorry Mags! I should've texted you, I forgot, I'm really sorry." He said half truthfully, Izzy was at the meeting, but she was in a hurry so they only talked for 5 minutes, then she left but she's still in Alicante.

He then took out the flower bouquet he was hiding the whole time, with a sorry card placed on top of it. "I hope this will make up for it, I'm so sorry Magnus!"

Magnus was completely on the verge of crying right now, he was trying to hold his tears back, as he kept glancing between the bouquet and his husband. 'I missed my chance again, how am I supposed to say anything when you keep doing things like this' he thought, unable to keep his tears back he started crying.

"Magnus!?" Alec kept the bouquet on the couch then hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry Magnus, I'm sorry!" 'I know why you're crying Magnus, please don't be scared love, just a few more days!'

Magnus cried on Alec's shoulders, holding his jacket in his fists tightly. 'how am I supposed to tell you, Alexander, how am I supposed to tell you that... that I want to end our marriage, that I want to end us. I can't take it anymore, thinking that you'll be gone forever someday, and I, I'll have to live with those memories. I can't create more memories with you, Alexander. What happened a month ago had hurt me in ways you can't imagine. I can't do this anymore, the more I'll be with you, the more it'll hurt me when you'll be gone. I won't be able to bear that pain, I have to end us, I need to end us, but how am I even going to say it, when you keep showering me with your love' he cried harder on his shoulders.

#happily married #malec forever #malec fic #magnus bane #malec #asaab #angst with a happy ending #angst #fanfic authors #alec lightwood #fanfiction #fanfic #lightwood bane family #fantasy #wattpad writer #wattpad

[warm-suggestions]

you're posts make me super happy and they're so lovely !! i was wondering if u had any advice for someone struggling to stay motivated to do school work and stop procrastinating? thank u in advance !! 💕💕

Sure thing! I’m a junior in college and I’m pretty intense about my school work, so I can tell you what I do to stay on top of things (I almost never procrastinate and actually get things done early a lot).  

1. Use a planner. Use. A. Planner. Or a calendar, or a notebook, or some system where you physically write down all of your month’s due dates. Then make a daily to-do list where you basically break up the assignments into how much you want/need to get done for that day. So I used a weekly planner and in the monthly part I write all the due dates and things, and then in the weekly part, I use each day to write what I wanna do. So say I have 80 pages of reading due in two days on Wednesday. On Monday I write “read 40 pages” and on Tuesday I write “read 40 pages.” This leads to my next tip. 

2. Break things up. This will help you stop procrastinating by making the work into small more reasonable chunks. So instead of dreading writing a 10-page paper, you just need to outline it one day. So use the planning from the step above to break it into really really small steps that you will do every day. Taking things step by step makes it so much easier, and you can just chip away at it. 

3. Take care of yourself. So as important as this stuff is, your health comes first. This means, getting enough sleep, water, food, and exercise (if exercise is something you can do/makes you feel good). You won’t be able to focus on anything if you don’t have your fundamental health needs met. So even though it seems like you don’t have enough time for lunch or sleeping, just take a break and make time. Health is not only more important than school but being in good health means you will be more focused and do better in school. 

5. You don’t need to do everything (in college at least). So I came from a super intense and high achieving high school that conditioned me to do everything and be a perfectionist. So freshman year of college I literally did all of the reading and all of the assignments. I would be doing homework dusk till dawn just because of all that reading. However, the next year, when my work load went up, I realized that there literally was no time to do all of the reading. So basically I learned to skim and/or use spark notes for some reading assignments that just weren’t realistic or even that relevant. I’m not saying don’t read. Reading actually helps you get good grades. But you don’t need to read every second of every page because there literally isn’t enough time in the day for that. 

4. Stay positive. I’m a pessimist and I have anxiety, so it’s a constant struggle to keep my mental health in check during school. I try to think positive and give myself lots of love for what I’m accomplishing. This means not being too hard on myself, and give yourself love in ways that you like. Live for yourself and in a way that makes you happy. 

Hope this helps! Good luck!  

PS check out my studyblr @warmstudiess! I'm gonna be talking about this stuff and posting pics of my college life in less than a few weeks!

#college #school #studyblr #university #motivation #study #winggaurdiumleviosa

[catacomb231]

Deku, Bakugou, & Todoroki x Quirkless! Reader

Sum:You are on a date with your boyfriend when you get attacked! Luckily, they come to your rescue.

Suggested by one of my Discord friends!

Izuku Midoriya/Deku

When he first met you and found out you were quirkless, he FELL. IN. LOVE.

He admired how you still got into UA despite not having a quirk, and he loved hearing you ramble on about your gadgets you made to make it easier to fight.

You also loved to listen to him ramble on about the pros!

It wasn't long before you two began dating!

You just loved each other so much! You two loved having movie nights and cuddles during weekends, then on school nights you two study and do homework together, or prepare for exams together. You two also liked training together.

The first time, Deku didn't use NEARLY as much power as he could as he didn't want to hurt you, but you reassured him and said for him to go all out.

He was shocked Pikachu meme when he saw well you dodged his attacks and Smashes, and was able to dodge his incredible speed, and even land quite a few hits on him!

It was obvious you were pretty capable!

Although one day, not so much..

On a bright sunny Saturday, you and Deku went out to town to get some food. He went into the fast food restaurant while you waited outside. As you did, a loud crash and screams were heard.

You snap your head towards where it came from and saw a villain broke out of a store with money. "Hey! Put that down!" You shout as you run over there.

The villain looks over at you and scoffs. "I don't take orders from you!" He shouts and tackles you to the ground. You kicked and squirmed but couldn't get free. For once, you really felt powerless.

The villain raises a knife and your eyes widen as he goes to plunge it into your heart, but the villain was suddenly kicked off of you by Deku with his Shoot Style.

"Are you okay Y/N??" He asks, looking at you concerned. "I'm okay." You reassure him as he helped you up.

It didn't take long before Deku knocked the villain out and the police took him away.

Afterwards, Deku hugs you tightly.

"I'm so glad you're okay."

Katsuki Bakugou/Dynamight

He was pretty shocked and didn't really know how to react at first.

For a while though, he hated you because you were quirkless. But, he couldn't help but develop feelings for you, as he was honestly pretty impressed at how you managed to get in despite it.

It was very ironic.

But you two soon started dating and got together.

One day, while you two went out to the mall, he needed to use that bathroom so you just stood outside the Men's Bathroom as you waited for him.

That's when a man comes up to you. "Hello there beautiful/handsome~! Wanna come with me?" He asks, but you scrunch your nose. "Uhm no thanks."

"Aww don't be like that! Come on!"

"I said no!" You say a bit more harshly.

That's when the man tackled you, his quirk making him REALLY strong so you couldn't escape. "Too bad! You're coming!" He yells but suddenly the man is blasted off you.

You look over to see Bakugou was the cause of it. And he was PISSED. He helps you up and holds you close to him by your waist. "STAY AWAY FROM THEM DOUCHEBAG!" Bakugou yells and leaves the store with you.

"It's a good thing I came for you." He grumbles. You giggle and give him a kiss peck on his cheek, making him blush hard.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR IDIOT?!"

Shoto Todoroki

Poor precious baby was so confused yet impressed when he found out you were quirkless.

How you just got in like it was nothing. And you were pretty strong too! Able to take him on pretty easily in training.

But today wasn't one of those moments.

You two went out on a short dusk was, when Todoroki quickly ran back to help an old lady cross the street. So you waited.

But suddenly someone comes up from behind you and puts his hand over your mouth to keep you from screaming. "Come with me beautiful~" he rasps, dragging you into a nearby alleyway.

You kick and struggled and manage to bite his hand, causing him to wince and pull it away. He then slammed you against the wall, causing you to call out in pain.

He was about to hit you but he was suddenly frozen. You look over to see it was Shoto.

"Stay away from them." He says glaring.

After the police take the man away, he sighs of relief and kisses you.

"I'm so glad you are okay.."

I hope I did it justice!

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