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Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

After Tony’s B.A.R.F presentation at the MIT Alumni event,you watch as he simply stares at the final words on the teleprompter he was suppose to say to the audience.”Now I would like to introduce the head of the foundation: Pepper Potts.”

Tony and Pepper had recently hit a pretty rough spot in their relationship.Because of this,Pepper hadn’t showed to the event.Tony new about this and was fine until those words came up.It made him realize just had big of a part she had in all of it,and how much he had missed her.

You immediately beat yourself up about the incident even though it was out of your hands.Because Pepper had canceled last minute,they didn’t have time to change it before Tony went on.You tried to tell him this as he walked off stage to which he replied: “It’s…fine.I’ll be right back.”He then made his way to the restroom,leaving you feeling guilty about not just the incident,but about Pepper not showing up as well.

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After a while,you went looking for Tony to make sure he was okay.Finding him staring down the hallway at a retreating woman,you approached him cautiously and asked if he was okay.After a moment,he placed a hand on your arm.”Yeah,” he said “let’s get out of here.”

After Tony rounded up Steve and Sam.

Steve looks at the wall of various monitors,focusing on the one that shows his closest companion locked up in a metal box.

“Hey,you wanna see something cool?” Tony says,bringing Steve’s attention to him.Tony holds up a slinder,black box.”I pulled it from Dad’s archives.Felt timely.” He puts his coat down as Steve takes a seat at the table.

Tony puts the box on the table,opening it then turning it towards Steve.”FDR signed the Lend-Lease bill with these in 1941.Provided support to the Allies when they needed it most.”Steve studied the black box with a shake of his head.”Some would say it brought our country closer to war.”

Tony stops and chooses his words wisely before saying with a teasing smirk “See?If not for these,you wouldn’t be here.I’m trying to…what do you call it?”He sits down with a grunt as he tries to think of the right term.”That’s an olive branch.Is that what you call it?” Tony rubs his hand over his mouth,a signal of stress and discomfort.He doesn’t know where this conversation is going,but he wants it to end with Steve signing those papers.Realizing that was possibly Tony’s angle,Steve decides to change the subject.

“Sam tells me his sister,Alana,is your new assistant.How’d that come to be?”he asks.Tony remembers it like it was yesterday.

“Some how knowing he visited me there,she came to my office looking for him.Instead of just telling her where he was,I sat her at my desk where my business phone was constantly ringing and told her to take care of it while I handle some things.I wasn’t thinking and I expected to come back to a catastrophe,but she handled like a pro.”He recalled with a fond smile. “Now she’s here somewhere,doing what she does.” He waves his hand aimlessly then puts it back under his chin.

Steve smiles at the story,not knowing what he expected but definitely knowing it wasn’t that.

After Baron’s evaluation with Bucky.

After a very long and stressful day,Tony was eventually able to make his way back home.He coops himself up in his lab,as he always does,and tries to wrap his head around everything that has happened in the last few days.You eventually disturb his peace,approaching him and smiling when he looks up.

“It’s late,Lay.” He says tiredly,but with no real heat behind it.If anything,he was glad you were still there.You couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony. “Says the one who’s cooped up in his lab at 1:00 am.”As you’re able to really get a good look at him,you become more serious.”Looking like he’s balancing the weight of the world on his shoulders.And I’m sure this feud between you and Pepper isn’t helping.”He sighs and rubs his hands over his face.

“Yeah,’feud’ is one way to put it.”

“I know it’s not my place as an assistant,but as a friend-” you start but as he finally turns to you fully at the mention of the word that didn’t fully describe what you were to them,you became a bit timid.”I’m worried.About both of you.”

He takes your hands in his,bringing one up to his lips and kissing it tenderly. “There’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about,Alana.”

“I-“ you start,but huff when you realized you didn’t know how to respond.He started talking again before you could think of something anyway. “And with that being said,I want you to get out of these clothes.” he begins,making you look at him in shock.Noticing your face,he chuckles.”And I want you to get some rest.You’re going to see Pepper in the morning,and you’ll be with her until further notice.” He finished.

You gawked at him. “You’re under enough stress as it is,Tony,I don’t think sending the help away is the right way to go.”

“Don’t call yourself that.You know you’re so much more to us than that.”He said,making you shy all over again. “I just want her to have someone right now.” He says quietly,as if he’s scared to admit the fact that she’s probably hurting just as much as him.You get it,you really do.But like you said,you were worried about him.

“And what about you?” You asked.He smiled a pained smile.

“I’ll be alright.”

You didn’t believe him,obviously.Instead of pressing the matter though,you pulled him up by his hands - putting his arms around your waist then putting yours around his neck in a warm embrace.

(A/N:This one is a little rough around the edges,but I think I like it?I dunno,enjoy!)

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(The chapter is told from Prue’s point of view. Anytime, that you see italicized words, that means Prue is speaking via her internal monologue).

Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy, Comedy-Drama

Warnings: 18+, depictions of mental health, mental disorders, depression, talks of suicide, and sexual abuse. (Please do not read, if you may be triggered).

*Any depictions of mental health are based on MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCES. Please do not think I’m making fun or or mocking anyone, again these experiences are based on what I have seen and, or been through myself. Also, I am not intending to romanticize mental health or disorders in anyway. Lastly, If you do decided to read this story I am very thankful and I hope you enjoy it. : )

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Prue’s P.O.V

After getting the courage to talk to both of my parents (mainly, my mother) about reviving my hobby of art I can say I feel somewhat relieved? Content? Maybe happiness? I have to say I don’t really remember a lot of things that used to make me happy before I went to the hospital. I feel as though I was working at a job I liked, that I could see myself doing but what else was there too it. I feel like the beginning of my adult life was this constant battle of passion vs security. Did I want to take the chance and journey to reach my dreams or did I just want something I know I could fall back on? Who knows, maybe if I would have taken the risk, I could’ve been a modern-day Vincent Van Gogh or Frida Kahlo.

Choosing between my passion and something I knew would make my parents proud always made me feel like I never had a life of my own. Especially with my mother being the strict traditionalist, she was everything had to be exactly her way and I wanted nothing more than to rebel as a child because she was a rationalist and I was always an idealist. She based everything on logic and me on emotions.

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(The chapter is told from Prue’s point of view. Anytime, that you see italicized words, that means Prue is speaking via her internal monologue).

Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy, Comedy-Drama

Warnings: 18+, depictions of mental health, mental disorders, depression, talks of suicide, and sexual abuse. (Please do not read, if you may be triggered).

*Any depictions of mental health are based on MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCES. Please do not think I’m making fun or or mocking anyone, again these experiences are based on what I have seen and, or been through myself. Also, I am not intending to romanticize mental health or disorders in anyway. Lastly, If you do decided to read this story I am very thankful and I hope you enjoy it. : )

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Prue’s P.O.V

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(Picture of Prue laying in bed)

My body jolted me awake, I screamed feeling confused and panic-stricken. My body shook violently as I kicked the sheets off of me. I sporadically looked side to side looking around trying to sense my location. My heartbeat so rapidly, I could barely breathe. Where was I? What time was it?

I screamed in panic and fear again not being able to remember what happened last. I racked my hands through the front of my hair. I then crawled to the beginning of my bed and pushed my legs up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around my legs and began to squeeze them tightly. I placed my head down onto my leg and began to sob loudly.

I then heard the sound of my bedroom door swinging opening.

“Prue! Prue! Are you okay? Are you alright?” My father yelled as he came to sit in front of my bed.

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”Fine…Not like I care.”

turns out I can draw ppl… Noice!

Also QnA Time boisssss!!!

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(Reblogs and notes are greatly appreciated!!!)

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(The chapter is told from Prue’s point of view. Anytime, that you see italicized words, that means Prue is speaking via her internal monologue).

Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy, Comedy-Drama

Warnings: 18+, depictions of mental health, mental disorders, depression, suicide, and sexual abuse. (Please do not read, if you may be triggered).

*Any depictions of mental health are based on MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCES. Please do not think I’m making fun or or mocking anyone, again these experiences are based on what I have seen and, or been through myself. Also, I am not intending to romanticize mental health or disorders in anyway. Lastly, If you do decided to read this story I am very thankful and I hope you enjoy it. : )

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Prue’s P.O.V

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(Picture of Prue)

I looked to the side of the bed at the digital alarm clock. The time read 8:35 AM in glaring red lights. I didn’t get much sleep last night, but that wasn’t too unusual for me. One thing, I can say for sure is that my stomach doesn’t hurt any longer and the pounding in my head has subsided. Maybe this is a sign that today will be a better day.

Even though I struggle to get any sleep, ironically enough I’m a morning person. Don’t get me wrong you definitely will not find me singing from the rooftop like Marry Poppins, but I tried not to be grumpy to anyone, I come in contact with. When I first wake up, I still like to have my own space and to be in mind a little bit before I truly and fully interact with anyone.

I swung my legs over the left side of the bed. I then scratched my head, I sighed knowing that my curls were knotted in my head.

That’s what I get for not sleeping with a headscarf or bonnet. But let’s be honest after all that happened did, I have time to be practical for once in my life?

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(Picture of the guest room Prue had slept in)

I proceed to place my feet on the smooth carpet as I scratched my lower back with my left hand. I let out a small yawn and rubbed the crust out of my eyes. I then started to make up the bed, first smoothing down the fitted sheet. I then looked down at the floor as I picked up the flat sheet and the comforter.

What? I’m a wild sleeper. I can’t tell you myself why my sheets ended up on the floor.

I placed the flat sheet on the bed, followed by the comforter and neatly folded, tucked in the sheets. I made sure to fluff the pillows, ensuring that the bed looked exactly how it did before I slept in it. I then gathered up my clothes from yesterday and folded them over my left arm and grabbed my sneakers and carried them in my left hand. As I exited the room, I made sure to close the door behind me.

For some reason, no matter the room or the place I always needed for all doors to be closed.

I walked a few feet down the hallway and into the bathroom. I softly closed the door. I looked around the bathroom and again I was not shocked. This bathroom was glammed up. There were Marble and rustic appliances.

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(Picture of Mallory and Jahmal’s guest bathroom)

I brushed my hands down and over the bathroom sink and I continued to admire the hard work and dedication that I knew Mallory had taken to remodel this room. I paused to look in the mirror at my matted curls. I slumped my shoulders and groaned as I am mentally prepared for the pain that was to come with this detangling process.

I crouched down and searched the cabinet underneath the sink for a detangler brush. I scavenged through the cabinet and didn’t see one. I saw band-aids, cotton balls, a box of tampons, and a pack of brand-new toothbrushes. I grabbed the pack of toothbrushes and placed them down next to me. I leaned forward to get a closer look into the cabinet, this time trying to see if I could at least find a wide-tooth comb. After a few moments of moving items around, I concluded that I would not find a brush or a comb in here. I scrunched up my lips trying to think of another solution.

I came down to my last possible solution.

Finger detangling.

Yeah, this was going to hurt.

Before I started this process, I wanted to search the small medicine cabinet for some hair clips so that I can separate my hair into sections to speed up the detangling process. I glanced over the medicine cabinet and saw two clips and a large scrunchie. I closed my right hand into a fist and pumped it into the air and cheered to myself quietly. I then closed the cabinet and turned on the faucet water. I made sure the water was warm and the stream was light.

I guided my hand down the middle of my hair, where it naturally parted and separated the left section of my hair into two parts, then did the same with the right side of my hair. I quickly twirled the top section on my left side and clipped it up and proceeded to do the same with the right side.

I put my hand underneath the faucet and cupped some water into my hand and gathered the bottom left section my hair and began to finger detangle. I continued this motion until I had completed it on all four of my sections.

After taking out the clips I looked up into the mirror. I twisted up my lips, contemplating whether or not to leave my hair as it is or try and attempt to do something with the hair tie I had found. I moved my head side to side as I continued to contemplate what I should do.

I had to weigh my options. It was the beginning of fall and wet curls never stand against the temperature transitions between the summer heat and winter cold. Also, I didn’t have any product are tools to help me style it so wearing it out doesn’t seem like the most logical option right now.

I looked into the mirror scrunching my face up in distaste.

Hmm, a ponytail? Maybe? I thought as I gathered my hair up into a ponytail. I turned my head from left to right with my hair still gathered in a ponytail.

Nope. I hate it.

I decided against that style as I saw my damped curls hanging from my hands. I let go of my hair and let it hang loose. I bit my bottom lip and squinted my eyes and I came to a conclusion. I moved a foot away from the sink and hunched over. I gathered up my hair once more and wrapped the scrunched around it twice, folding my hair over itself.

I stood up straight and stared into the mirror one last time. And may I present to you, the messiest bun. Despite it being messy, I kind of liked it.

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(Picture of Prue and her messy bun)

Feeling pretty content with the style, I opened up the cabinet and place the clips back where I found them. I then got dressed into my clothes from yesterday and laced my sneakers up. I neatly folded the pink pajamas my sister lent me and exited the bathroom. I quickly, went back into the guest room and placed the pajamas on the bed.

I then left the room, closing the door behind me and went downstairs in search for Mallory. She never mentioned to what time we would be heading to our parent’s house. I had assumed early in the morning due to our parents being very particular about people’s arrivals. They had always preferred the morning rather than the afternoon.

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(Picture of Mallory)

As soon as I came downstairs, I saw Mallory slipping on her second shoe along as she went to gather her keys of the key holder. I walked closer to her. She turned around with her keys in her right hand and glanced over me. She opened the door and walked out. I followed behind her, keeping my distance. I looked back at her I watched the door. She clicked her car keys and the doors opened. I took my respective seat on the passenger’s side and hers on the driver’s. She slightly drove off in the direction of our parent’s house.

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(Picture of Mallory’s car)

I knew that Mallory was beyond angry at me. She was disappointed, hurt, and confused. I can tell. I desperately wanted to apologize. I am more than aware that what I did- no how I acted was wrong. But I hate confrontation. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I hate for people, especially the ones I love to be angry at me and to avoid me. I would do anything for them to forgive me, but I never knew how. I’m not an argumentative person at all. I just want to please people in anyway I can.

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THE PRICE OF GOOD PRESS  🗞️ 📷 ⚖️

with secrets around every corner, these two will discover tragedy, horror, romance, and the TRUTH in… THE PRICE OF GOOD PRESS!

i think we need more butch/butch romance, especially between justice-seeking journalists and risk-taking photographers as they toil to reveal the filthy underbelly of the glamorous roaring 20s… 🤩
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Anon Request: Don’t wanna bombard you with anything, but could you write a fic where Erik comes home from year long deployment?! It could be fluffy, angst, smut…whatever you decided

I hope you enjoy Anon. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to take this story but I enjoyed writing it.

Warnings; Language, Smut, Fluff, Angst

*I don’t own the images used. I used them strictly for inspiration.

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(The chapter is told from Prue’s point of view. Anytime, that you see italicized words, that means Prue is speaking via her internal monologue). 

Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy, Comedy-Drama

Warnings: 18+, depictions of mental health, mental disorders, depression, suicide, and sexual abuse. (Please do not read, if you may be triggered).

*Any depictions of mental health are based on MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCES. Please do not think I’m making fun or or mocking anyone, again these experiences are based on what I have seen and, or been through myself. Also, I am not intending to romanticize mental health or disorders in anyway. Lastly, If you do decided to read this story I am very thankful and I hope you enjoy it. : )

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(Picture of Prue)

Prue’s P.O.V

Isn’t funny how in an instant- and with a snap of your fingers your life can turn completely upside-down. I mean really think about it. One day you’re just doing your average daily routine, completely minding your own business. Then next thing you know, something happens- and incident. Imagine that said incident happens at your job of all places and you end up in a place like this. Who would’ve known, huh? Who would’ve known that one incident, no one mistake could make you end up in the nuthouse? Not, me.

“Prue! Time to go!” I heard a voice yell in the distance from behind me. I ignored the voice as I laid down on the grassy field of the psychiatric hospital’s courtyard.

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(Psychiatric Hospital Courtyard)

I kind of like it out here. It brings me peace. I can breathe some fresh air and get away from it all. The meds, the therapist, and the patients. Being out here was as close to freedom as I was going to get for a while. But, to tell you the truth I’ve grown to like this place, the institution as a whole wasn’t so bad, when I really think about. The meds keep me stable, I guess. The therapist actually treats me like a normal human being, and I can relate to the other patients. This place was sort of like a sanctuary for me. For the first time in a long time I feel like I belong. For the first time in my life I actually feel like I fit in. I think I’ve made up my mind. Yeah… I’ve definitely did. I’m never leaving. Never.

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I’m thinking about droppin a DCEU fic but I’m not sure if this me wanting to do it because I want to OR if its just because I’m tired of not reading any Justice League or DCEU fics/hc/etc..with black and brown girls in em. 

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Originally posted by biscuitsarenice

Chapter OneChapter TwoChapter Three

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: So I’ve been noticing this story slightly gaining traction and I’m eternally grateful for that. Sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Pairings: Collins X OC

The Tuesday date that Alice and Jack had planned led into several more dates between the two of them. For Alice, this came as a shock, that fateful night at the Garden Rouge should have been a one off thing. She didn’t expect to see Jack again, let alone for him to show up at her other job two days later. Meeting Jack was a like breath of fresh air for Alice, he was like a hammer shattering the monotonous everyday life.

Alice flicked on a couple of lights and looked around her home. The flat was of an average size, not too small but neither too big. It was one bedroom with an en-suite bathroom which was down the hall. Her living room, where Jack and Alice were currently standing in was connected to the kitchen.

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Series: BNHA
Genre: General/Fluff
Posted:  March 29, 2020
Rated: T (For Kachan’s potty mouth)
Written by: @rikareena

Summary: A new student at UA catches Midoriya’s eye.  Who is she?

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A/N: Okayy….I’m gonna post this because if I don’t I probably never will.

1) I honestly still don’t quite know where I’m going with this, so please bear with me! I’ve got to find my rhythm for this.

2) This is LONG. I didn’t mean for it to be, but it just happened.

3) This is PART 1.  What I’m more eager to write is Part 2, but I felt like I had to get through Part 1 first to set the stage, which is probably why this feels long and rambl-y.

4) The focus of this is to  introduce Falene as Deku has seen her so far; but Part 2 is when they’ll bond a bit more, as Deku learns more about what Falene’s story and her character.

5). I haven’t seen the UA Sports Festival Arc in a while, so if anyone sees anything I need to adjust/modify/clear up for that, please let me know.

6. I may change the title later?  But I feel like this will do for now…

PS: There’s a reason why not a lot of people at the school know about her, even though she goes there.  I’ll explain that in Part 2!!!

Anyway, here’s my first attempt at this! (I may go back and edit later). Enjoy!

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           The first time he saw her…

           He couldn’t take his eyes of her, and who could blame him? She definitely stood out among the rest of the students of UA high.

          Her dark, caramel brown skin looked so smooth as it glistened under the sun’s rays—and it looked like it’d be soft to touch.  So soft.  

           He swallowed at the thought and shook his head rapidly.

           Why was he thinking like that?  He didn’t even KNOW the girl…but still…

           Her hair…was in an interesting style, he thought—starting off with lines of braids atop her head that smoothly feel like waterfalls down to her right side with golden clips decorating the individual plaits. She wore ruby red lipstick that just seemed to pop against her skin, and her long, brown legs were crossed at the ankles as she focused on intently writing….something in her notebook.

           She was sitting on steps of the school, seemingly ignoring the other students who passed her as they walked into the building.

           Yes, Izuku Midoriya thought she was beautiful; and as a side thought he realized…he couldn’t exactly remember the last time he’d seen someone…like her…as a student at UA. Was this her first day?

           “Hey, morning guys.” He said, as he approached his classmates at the doors of the school.

          “Deku, good morning!” Ochako beamed.

          “Ah, yes!  Good morning to you, Midoriya!” Iida greeted, enthusiastically.  The boy couldn’t help but to grin at their energy.

          “Right.   Um…hey, do you guys know who that girl is?” he asked

           “What girl, Midoriya?” Mina asked.

           “That girl there.  I’ve never seen her before.” He craned his head back to the mystery girl, and the small huddle of classmates surrounding him also turned their attention to her.

           “Pft.  Who the fuck cares, shitty nerd?” Bakugo growled as he walked up the stairs and past his classmates. “It’s too early for this shit.  She’ ain’t no different from any of the other thousands of students here at this weak-ass school.  Don’t make it a fuckin’ big deal,” he didn’t even stop to pretend to entertain the conversation. He kept walking, making a beeline straight for their classroom.

           “Well…yeah but—“

           “My understanding is that she’s a transfer student, Midoriya.” Iida spoke up, cutting him off.

           “Transfer?” The green-haired boy tore his eyes away from the girl and turned his attention to their class rep. Iida nodded.

           “She hails from the states!  Apparently they have a prominent institution over there similar to our prestigious UA High that’s also dedicated to training heroes, and she’s here as part of their Study Abroad Program.”

           “I didn’t know they had academics for becoming heroes in other countries,” Ochako said.

           “It would make sense. Japan isn’t the only country that deals with villains,” Todoroki said.  Still…Midoriya didn’t realize that those pursuing hero studies could travel to other countries as part of their training.

           “How-how long has she been here?” he asked, turning to look at her again.

           “Not sure. I’ve seen her around here and there, but I don’t know when she came to our school,” Iida supplied.

           Deku pressed his lips together, debating on whether he should introduce himself or leave her alone.  He definitely wanted to find out more about her but….she seemed engrossed in her notebook.

           Later. …He’d learn more about her later.  Maybe he could ask around the school without having to talk to her directly?  After all, he didn’t want to bother her…that and he didn’t do so hot when it came to initial introductions with girls.  Better to avoid the embarrassment altogether, he thought.

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So…

Just started writing my first bnha fic to introduce my OC, Falene.

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Only a few lines in and I realize, I don’t really know where I’m going with this! 😅

I know what I WANT to do, I just hope I can convey it through the bnha universe well and do the show and its characters justice.

Ugh…I’m actually nervous. Probably because it’s my first fic for this fandom and I don’t really know how my OC’s role is gonna play out.

Wish me luck!

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