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Synopsis;

Perhaps the most important question is not; "How did you end up in this place?"

it's, will you be able to finish the pending matters that your self from this world left pending?.

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Quotev & Wattpad

it would probably be me on any given day-

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𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘰𝘮𝘪-𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮— 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 1

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characters: cassandra cain my girl nedds more love, okey 😭?;; some character mentions  

genre: bad comedy-

warnings: fem!reader, strong social anxiety disorder and many communication problems.

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𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜.

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Lmao let's say you're in the same classroom as Cass. 

You arrive at your classroom, you are new and you feel the gaze of the people who see you go by. 

Your legs shake with anxiety but you try to hide it as best you can. When you finally get to your desk is when you inwardly let out a sigh of relief.

And suddenly this unknown girl comes in, with beautiful Asian features, she just sits next to you without saying a word, which gives you incredible peace... until you feel her gaze on you. That's when you recognize her.

‘The locker girl’, you had seen her when you were leaving various things in your locker when you first arrived. She was putting some notebooks in her own locker when she looked at you, both of you had made eye contact, but you had gotten so anxious that you had just walked away as fast as your legs would carry you while still looking elegant.

You expected her to just ignore you and go about her business, you actually wanted to disappear, but you couldn't do that. Due to your good grades you had accidentally gotten your parents to decide to send you to the prestigious Gotham High which meant moving to another city, you really didn't want to go, but your parents argued that this would be a great opportunity for you to study in such a unique place. 

The quiet moment of recess was interrupted when people from your classroom crowded around your desk to buy you a meal. And It was a pity that due to your difficulty in communicating you could not say that you wanted to eat with these people. It seemed like reaching your goal of making 100 friends this year was going to be difficult.

 Seeing that you were alone, you asked yourself: “why can't I talk to people?” It was an innocent question, it really was. And you definitely didn't notice that the girl sitting next to you was standing right at the entrance of the classroom.

You almost passed out, luckily it didn't happen. So you ran to the other door that was in the corner.

 “Do you have trouble communicating with people?” It was the first thing out of her mouth, which in turn stopped you from your swift escape. 

You timidly turned to her, and tried to speak, but only incoherent and anxious sounds came out of your mouth. 

 "Y/N" spoke in a calm voice, stopping the soft sounds abruptly. She remembered your name, well, you wrote it in front of everyone when your teacher asked you to introduce yourself, even though it was actually still written… 

 It seemed that Cassandra was thinking of a way to communicate with you. 

Despite only spending a few classes together, Cassandra seemed as quiet as you, but the only difference was that she spoke when she needed to. She could communicate her desires, her thoughts… 

And then, you could barely think of what you wanted without a mental breakdown. 

 Oh- it seems that she already came up with something... Pointing with one of her delicate fingers, she spoke: "board" 

 you got the message 

 Grabbing the chalk, you began to write everything you felt. 

What came to torment you, how difficult primary school was, how difficult it was to communicate with people.

When you finished writing, Cassandra picked up the other piece of chalk. She had also started to write, but instead of writing something like what you wrote on the board, she wrote: "I would like to meet you"

The little Joy you felt in your chest was overwhelming. The first thing you wrote was that you liked cats, to which she replied that she liked ballet.

Little by little, the big board was filled with your conversation, with her likes and dislikes. You learned that Cassandra has seven siblings, that she loves her “grandpa's” cookies and loves the movies she watches with her sisters.

When you both got to the subject of the dreams that you two wanted to fulfill; Cassandra wrote that she wasn't so sure she had a definite dream, you on the other hand wrote that your dream was to have a hundred friends.

For a moment you thought she was going to make fun of it, after all it was a childish dream, such a childish wish. but she didn't, instead she wrote something that made your heart skip: "I'll help you with that."

No one.

No one told you that before, but looking into her eyes. Seeing her determination in her eyes.

You knew she was serious.

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Cassandra was waiting for you by your locker when you arrived. When you finished grabbing some books that you needed, you both walked towards your classroom. 

 30 minutes were left before classes began. So you still had time.

You were going up the empty stairs when Cassandra stopped you.

“Yesterday, I was looking for ways how you could ask someone to be your friend…” Oh, so she looked for ways to help you. "You could start by saying, 'Do you want to be my friend?'. Do you want to try saying it?"

Talk. 

She was asking you to talk…-oK Ok ok calm down, calm down, you just have to say it.

Taking a soft breath, you began, “D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D—“  No, You can not.

Your body did not stop shaking, and your mind did not stop tormenting itself with many insecurities.

"uhhh- Y/N are you alright?"

Ah, it happened again. Your nerves could against you.

“Well then, I know someone who is very good at talking. Come on, we still have time." Taking the notebook and pencil, you wrote; "Okey"

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Now you both were in front of Class 1-B. 

 Cass spoke as she opened the classroom door a little more, "The person I was talking about is my sister, her name is Stephanie– she has a great ability to talk to people. Although my big brother Dick is good at it too."

The few students that were inside didn't pay attention to you, they were too focused on talking among themselves. 

 The pretty long blonde hair of a girl who had her back turned was the first thing that caught your eye when you looked closely at the classroom.

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Fandom vs Canon PT 3

What is with the hate for shipping Itachi with anyone in the fandom? Itachi suffers and then he dies a painfully excruciating death. Let the man have his wives. Let him get a little sumthinsumthin and let the shippers ship him with as many self-inserts as they want. What is with this extreme canon mindset where he's "not allowed" to know a single second of peace wtf. There's this widespread disillusioned way of thinking that believes Itachi is only happy alone. Itachi HATED his life. He's not going to be happy in isolation 24/7. Why does he deserve to be in isolation 24/7 I can't understand this. Is he in self imposed jail? You think that's peace? Where the voices in his head eat away at his sanity? Wow. Talk about mental torture. For some reason that's qualified as peace. Instead of being loved by his S/O and healing together and growing together and lovemaking and having kids like anyone else. Itachi isn't a psychopath or a sociopath or whatever, he doesn't need extreme amounts of alone time. I'll agree he's introverted but to condemn him to self imposed exile sounds like punishment. So what because he hates the role he played he thinks he deserves to be removed from society, so we can only ship him with himself? WHAT? LET ITACHI HAVE LOVE AND KNOW LOVE AND BE LOVED. LET ITACHI BE LOVED. NO ONE DESERVES IT MORE (ok a lot of the Naruto characters do don't argue with me) THE POOR GUY CAN'T EVEN HAVE FANFIC WHERE HE'S HAPPY BECAUSE HIS SO CALLED STANS WON'T LET HIM BE HAPPY. KEEP WRITING THOSE X READER FICS LADIES SELF INSERT THE HELL OUT OF YOUR SHIPS. WRITE YOUR ITACHI X OC FICS. SHIP HIM WITH WHOEVER. ITACHI DESERVES TO BE WHOLE AGAIN AND BE LOVED BY ALL THE GIRLIES. (or guys, whatever is your preference I'm not picky the man faces enough agony).

When are you going to open the requests 😭😭😭??!!

haha, never

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just kidding, soon :)