#idk I was bored in school an saw this image

[willdisappearintothelonely]

[ayrastv]

you’re just..an eyesore of a brother.

sypnosis : rin’s older brother bested him at everything, even his crush.

content : pretty much angst no comfort, you basically get together with sae later, cursing, NOT spoiler free, also not proofread and idk what else to put ^^

tagging @megutime !

you’re parents had a good relationship with the itoshi’s parents, leading you and the itoshi bro’s to have a pretty good friendship aswell.

you were a year older than rin, yet sae liked to say you caused even more trouble than him, you would retort that sae is just boring.

your appearance in rin’s life made a big impact, even sae’s—atleast not everything was about soccer for sae at that time. he’d take you and rin for icecream, you know, the usual. you and rin even went to the same school.

you teased him about having to call you senior since you’re older than him.

soon sae introduced rin to soccer, inviting him to play whenever he practices. you liked to sit as audience in these matches, you had no idea what was going on but you cheered them both and rin would always go, “you have to cheer for me, only me.” with a pout—you both were kids, of course you wouldn’t pick up on the meaning behind that.

with sae’s help, rin was doing really good on the soccer team at his school. he got his first win against the opposing school and he was extremely proud about it!

sae treated him to icecream later, and unironically rin got the winning stick.

“you know, nii-san, i like hanging out with her.” rin blurts out. “mhm.” sae replied mundanely.

soon enough, sae left for spain. he was a prodigy— of course he wasn’t going to stick around in japan’s lukewarm soccer. you came to see him go, a pout on your face.

“we’ll miss you!!” you yell as sae heads for the plane, just waving with his hand, not bothering to look back.

ever since then, rin decided he was going to replace his brother—their shared dream of becoming the best striker motivated him to no end.

you supported him, ever since sae left, you and rin became quite close.

doing almost everything together with rin after classes were done, you’d watch him practice, maybe grab something on the way as he walks you home.

whats this strange feeling in both of your chests?

you were the first one to realise you like your bestfriend rin itoshi, it baffled you because all this time you swore you only saw him as a brother. yet your cheeks heating each time he comes close or your mind going crazy whenever you spot him—it doesn’t lie.

rin however, was in denial. what do you mean he likes you? it cant be, its probably just some fleeting emotions that would go as quickly as they came.

he was so wrong.

everyday he just seemed to think more and more about you, images of you flooding his mind—he cant escape it, he likes you.

of course, he keeps these feelings bottled up. who knows whether you like him back or not?

unfortunately, this leads you to think he doesn’t like you back, you want to be delusional and think maybe he does like you…but what if you get rejected? thats the last thing you want.

however, you drop subtle hints. no reaction. is he dense or does he not like you back? you wonder.

one day, you and rin were on your way to get some boba.

“rin,” you call out. “what flavor are you gonna get this time? its on me by the way!” you smile.

“i don’t know, same as you probably.” he shrugs, not putting much thought into it. “im gonna have a match in a few days, so ill be really busy practicing. cant say we’ll be able to meet up that often.” his answer makes you pout.

“aw..goodluck, though i know you’re gonna win!” you say proudly, causing him to smile.

“i know, i will. for you.”

the last part catches you off guard, a blush appearing on your cheeks—its a pretty color, he thinks. you decide not to comment on the last part.

you’re both sitting on a bench in a quiet park as you sip your bubble tea. “its getting late, ill walk you home.” rin offers, as if he doesn’t do that everyday.

“how gentlemanly of you.” you tease, and rin huffs, a pink color spreading across his cheeks. “shut it.”

soon he walks you home, you wave at him as you enter your house. “bye rin!” and he waves back. sighing to himself, you’re gonna be the death of him.

soon came his match, you sat excitedly in the crowd. upto this day, you don’t know much about football—but seeing rin play was always fun.

rin looked for your face in the crowd, when he saw you there, he smiled to himself. today, he’s gonna win, for you.

today’s also the day sae is suppose to return, he’ll win this game and make his older brother proud, to show that he’s worthy of becoming a striker.

“you fucking disgust me.” sae yells at rin, glaring at him with a frown. “never make me your reason to play soccer ever again, you fucking eyesore.” the rude words come out of his mouth as he leaves with his luggage.

rin’s on the ground, shocked, angry, sad, so many emotions going through him, contrast to his happiness when he won the game earlier.

is this really the sae he knows? a midfielder? what kind of stupid bullshit is that? what did he mean the match was nothing but a lukewarm game between kids?

rin is filled with anger to the brim, his brother has really abandoned their dream, what purpose does he have for playing soccer now?

ill defeat him, shitty lukewarm brother.

thats how rin flipped, like a switch.

the next day, you have a bouquet in your hands and a congratulatory love letter for rin, you’re extremely scared to confess your feelings. but you also feel confident he’ll like you back.

you find him practicing in the field, but it feels off. he looks much more cold, and his playstyle is suddenly aggressive—maybe you dont know much about soccer, but you can tell rin doesn’t play like that.

you decide to ignore it and head over to him, a blush spread across your cheeks as you shyly call out. “rin?”

he takes a moment to process it and then turns around—you’re caught off guard by the look on his face, no warmth, all blank. “uhh.” you wonder if this is really the right time for this.

“so..uh, i wanted to say congratulations for winning the game yesterday! you did really good, im so proud of you.” your words make him go back to what sae said, your match was nothing but kids playing a stupid lukewarm game.

a vein pops on his head, yet you don’t notice it.

“i also wanted to say..i uh, i’ve really liked you for a while. these are for you.” you stretch out your hands to give him the flowers and letter. “will you go out with me?” you look away.

its like rin doesn’t remember everything you both have been through, sae’s words have completely changed him, and in the snap of a second—

“this is fucking lukewarm.” rin rejects your confession, glaring at you with cold eyes as he pushes you away. “i dont want your stupid bouquet, or letter, im going to surpass my brother.”

you’re confused, and angry. horror fills your eyes, tears welling up in them as you try to fight them back. “rin, what the hell?! whats gotten into you?!” you yell at him. he didn’t have to be this harsh if he didn’t like you back.

he ignores you, he’s too caught up on surpassing his brother, the hatred consuming him and you just watch him continue practicing.

you don’t know whats happening, what happened to your bestfriend, what happened with sae. but all you know right now is that you don’t want anything to do with him.

you run off hastily, the tears falling down your cheeks, you couldn’t believe rin could be such a big jerk like that.

you find yourself at your favorite spot to sit with rin and just talk, although now seeing the bench reminds you of the harsh rejection that just landed on you.

you bawl your eyes out, no one’s around anyway. or so you thought.

“hey.” you hear a familiar voice behind you, its sae! you immediately spring your head around—its been so long since you’ve seen him. oh hey! he doesn’t have his choppy bangs anymore.

“sae?” you wipe your tears, “i heard from rin you’re back in japan, i didn’t think i’d see you like this..” you try to downplay the situation, forcing a smile.

“mhm.” he puts his hand in his pockets. “who are those flowers for?” you’re hesitant to tell him, but you do so anyway.

“well..i uh, they were for rin, but he rejected me, he called my confession lukewarm and went on something about surpassing you.” you admit.

sae scoffs. “really?” he’s amused by his brother.

“yeah, he’s like a completely different person now.” the tears are daring to fall from your eyes again. yet suddenly, sae wipes them.

“i wouldn’t do that to you.” what is he trying to do here?

“oh, uh.” you can feel your cheeks turning red again. “so, how was everything in spain?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

you both end up catching up, sae hasn’t changed much except maybe having a bit more attitude. he even treats you to a little dinner before driving you home.

well, maybe getting rejected wasn’t so bad afterall.

the few days sae stayed in japan, was spent with you. he took you to a few places and forced you to listen to him ramble about how japan soccer is trash.

before sae left, you both exchanged numbers, hoping to stay in contact.

while you were feeling a lot better about the rejection, rin wasn’t. he regrets saying what he said, he feels like a dumbass.

yet he cant bring himself to apologise, cant even bring himself to face you, that would be lukewarm, wouldn’t it?

you’ve already blocked him anyway, so does it really matter?

he wants to apologise, he wants to, really. to tell you he likes you too, to tell you how pretty you are and you didn’t deserve that at all.

unfortunately, his love for soccer won over his love for you.

he completely erased you from his mind, or atleast he tried. there would still be nights where cant stop thinking of you, of the tears falling down your cheeks. all because of him.

when he joined blue lock, it was much easier for him to focus on football and not you. when he heard that he’ll get to fight his brother if he passes the 3rd selection, he was even more motivated. training harder than ever.

at this time, sae seems to be quite uninterested in blue lock, in his words they’re all a bunch of lukewarm kids. but shidou’s potential convinces him enough to play.

sae visits your house, you’ve been dying to see him ever since he told you he’s coming to japan.

“sae!” you see him as you open the door, you give him a hug, he’s standing there stiff but reluctantly hugs you back, but he pulls away as fast as he hugged you.

“i missed you, i heard you’re gonna have a match here! i thought you said you’d rather die than play for japan though?” you ask curiously.

“yeah.” he verifies your statement. “im playing against blue lock, they’re all lukewarm but one of them seems okay enough. the match will probably be boring anyway.”

sae grunts, walking inside your home. you both sit down at the couch. “ill be rooting for you!” you smile. his expression softens for a second, he nods at your words.

“well, you better be.” he says, making you laugh.

its time for the match, you’ve got yourself a ticket and you’re in the crowd. you found out rin was one of the players on the opposing team, but that made you cheer for sae even more.

at the end of the game, sae didn’t win but thats okay! you were still happy to watch him play in person after a while, yet the end of the game shocked you, sae really did crush all rin’s hope.

“you did well!” you tell sae, and he just scoffs. “mhm. yoichi’s not bad.” sae admits, yet he’s quickly taking your hand and walking away with you before any of the paparazzi catch drift.

no crazy fangirls or interviewers saw, but someone did.

“shitty fucking brother..” rin grits his teeth.

of course, he’ll always be behind sae. he’ll never be able to surpass him.

he’ll never be acknowledged by him.

sae took away his dream,

yet the last thing rin expected

was for him to take away his crush as well.

a/n : first fic!!! 😭😭 i honestly dont know how to feel, it feels rushed but at the same time i didn’t really know what to add..also feels REAL cringy, but here you go!! i might not like it but i hope you guys do..🥹

please feel free to leave some tips/criticism!!

[empthy1]

heyyy I was wondering if you’d be up to maybe writing a Victoria Nueman fic where maybe the reader is like a supe who’s not well known at all in like their personal life, antisocial, they’re very exclusive and maybe they’re genuinely like a myth, like some sort of phantom or something and maybe they’ve been tasked(by themselves, after hearing about how she was in danger) to watch over Victoria from afar until they actually have to step in and save her from being jumped and maybe her powers were blocked so she couldn’t fight back and so reader finishes them off for her? and maybe like it turns out that they were also at red river when they were young and them and Victoria were friends so that’s why they had been watching over her. Like a guardian angel or like a guard dog. so like a gn!reader.

- 👁

Guardian Angel - Victoria Neuman

omg yesssss ty warnings: none? idk lmk

Most Supes weren’t exactly… subtle. Big, flashy displays and exaggeration of power were Vought’s M.O. Snatching up every Supe that made it to the top of the rankings, perfected super speed and strength and showmanship, with an ego the size of Texas.

You were… less like that.

With powers that allowed you to slip into shadow, and the personality to match, Vought overlooked you. Saw a mediocre crime fighting major and didn’t think twice. You liked it that way.

After school, you were assigned to any small town. Some place that led you to disappear even more, somewhere with no more troubles than cats stuck in trees and dumb teen robbing the gas station. Most of the time, the police dealt with everything, not needing you to even intervene.

It allowed you to slip away whenever you wished, exploring the country through its shadows. Slipping in and out of places hadn’t always been this easy. But, with years sneaking yourself (and another, once upon a time) out of the orphanage had lead to a skill honed liked a knife. It also led you to… interesting career paths. Let’s just say that.

Being a PI was boring and thankless. Cheating spouses and pending divorcees were your usual clientele. Occasionally, though, you’d get an interesting case. Like protecting the soon-to-be Vice President.

Sneaking into her house was easy. Even with the increased security, and random cameras on every corner of NYC, slipping in under the door, body melding with the shadows was so, so easy. What caught you off guard was not the government files you found in her office, no—but the countless familiar items, sparking childhood memories. Not of Victoria Neuman, but Nadia. Your scared little friend, who was attached to your hip day and night (really. You slept in the same bed more nights than not).

A locket, showing her parents. The same one she revealed with trembling fingers one cold night, months into your joined stay. Or maybe her journal, pages delicate and yellowed from age.

The kicker—the one thing that truly incriminated her was her daughter. You didn’t mean to see her. You usually only survey rooms and leave, planting cameras in the dark corners. Yet, there she was, sleeping. A spitting image of the girl you once knew, young and soft.

You had to get out of there, but not before seeing her. There, sat at her desk, head a weary weight on one hand. Even with small marks of stress and age, she's still recognizable. This is about so much more than the money now.

Weeks of surveillance. It’s more time than you usually take. Instead of pictures of infidelity and sin, notes about drug drop-offs and mistress names, you’re greeted by pictures of her, notes that don’t relate to her protection. How she likes her bagels, or her coffee. How long she works, when she gets home. There are even a few notes about her daughter’s preferences—a favorite color, beloved character, and how she’s doing in school.

You were bound to get caught, one of these days. Sneaking around her house, knowing how protective she is about her daughter? Oh, you had a death wish. It’s just a normal surveillance—slipping through the shadows, notepad tucked in your pocket and a digital camera against your breast—

Unceremoniously, you’re grabbed, yanked from the protection of darkness. Sent sprawling and tumbling over the hardwood floors of her office, the one you’d almost memorized by now, you’re greeted by a familiar, pissed face.

“If you don’t tell me why you’re here, I’m calling the police—“ when your mask is ripped off by her callous hand, she gapes as wide as her training will allow her—barely a brief widening of eyes. A breath of your name is breathed, before she’s rearing back again. “What are you doing in my house. You didn’t think I wouldn’t catch you?”

No more sweet bedmate. She’s gone steely in your view, drawing back as if to protect herself.

“Nadia—I’m not here for… I was here for a job. Protect you.” Immediately comes your reasoning. Please, please believe me.

She seems too, if only minutely. Softening, just that little bit.

“You promise?” She murmurs lowly, a wary note to her words. Even then, she’s still idealistic—trusting of the ones she loves. Are you still one of them?

“Promise.” Is equally low and murmured, a pinky automatically extended. The juvenile routine, still ingrained in both your minds. Your hands meet pinky first, other fingers tentatively twining after the promise as she hauls you up.

Warmth is all you can feel as you’re barreled into. She’s not tall by any means—but she’s solid, with warm hands and soft hair against your skin. Wrapping you up in that all-too-familiar bear hug, as though you’d never reunite. Mumbled words against your skin and soft breaths meld, in this unlikely place. Meeting again, a decade-and-a-half later.

[papil0nglegs]

Hello hello helloooo. Saw you wanted tf2 request! So herr comes something.

What about the mercs with a gnSO who has a puppy crush on them? I think that would be really cute. Eould really want spy in there but pick whoever you want :))

Tf2 x Puppy love!Reader

warning: suggestive, manipulation, situationship?, knife-play

A/n: you can tell I had no idea what to put for the images LOL!! Anyways I’m finally going to write tf2 cuz I can, uhm idk what other mercs to put so I just put 3 ;-; I might make a pt 2 with the rest depending on how this does soooo

Spy

He catches on so quickly

He doesn’t do anything about it of course, cmon it’s spy

He’s an observer, so spy is just waiting for you to do something

You getting shy around him is just so amusing to him, he can’t help but let your little situation continue

“ahem, Hey spy! Ggreat-good-youspy-you did good on the battlefield today 🙂”

Oh my god someone kill you please

“..uh huh”

UGHH, the pain you felt after that

You screamed in your pillow for hours

His amusement later turned into toying with you, he got kinda bored from you just asking him lame questions and trying to start conversations

He’d offer you his cigarette after a stressful day of fighting, if you accept you’d be a coughing mess because of how nervous you were around him

‘omg does this mean he likes me? No spy doesn’t like anyone,, is it a blue spy? Why is he acting so weird?? Is he about to ask me for something?’

You’d just be taking the cancer stick while staring at the floor, thoughts flooding your mind.

Meanwhile spy was simply eyeing you, watching as you became a silent nervous wreck

After that interaction he’d notice you making it more obvious that you liked him.

Whenever he gave his little speeches you’d stare at him with puppy eyes, not hearing a single word he said

He knew that he could get you to do anything for him at that moment

Sometimes it’d get you in or out of trouble

Once he called you over to him just for you to get shot by a sniper so that he could use you as a distraction

You weren’t mad cuz you were deep in it at that point

Oh boy were you all over that man, you just kept having this mentality that you’d eventually have him at the end of the day

like whenever he’s pissed at the mercs after another failed mission he avoids you for the most part

It’s better than having him pissed at you, otherwise you’d feel like you really fucked up

If anything your relationship would become more sensual, I see him finding the whole ‘puppy love’ thing more cute than turning it into a whole relationship

He’d randomly have whole make out sessions to fuck with you, sometimes even bringing his butterfly knife into the mix

He’d call you his ‘Jolie’ and ‘beau’, names that none of the other mercs would find sus because god forbid some of them can’t even read

He was your poison, and you were his plaything

Scout

Stop

He has a puppy crush on you too ☹️

We’ve all seen the expiration date short, he has no idea how to deal with it

And lord knows he’s going to spy, again

Imagine how he interacted with Ms Pauling on the little computer thing except you’re acting like that too

yeah, a mess

“Wassup”

“Hi!!”

“Oh no you first-“

“What? No you went up to me so pshh“

“Nono it’s okay I went to bother you-“

“Pfft didn’t bother me what! It’s fine you go first”

Jesus.

Sometimes you’d do that thing where you stare at him, then he glances at you making you two immediately look away from each other in embarrassment

Pls don’t let him know you have a crush on him, it’ll raise his ego like no other

Spy would straight up let him know, I mean it was pretty obvious

“oh… oh”

Oh no!! He’s going to do cringey shit now :((

During a ‘meeting’, his adidas met your shoes

When you looked over at him he was just snickering at you like some school boy, biting his lip

Holy fuck were you flustered, he thought he had you wrapped around his finger but if anything he was wrapped around yours just as much as you were

You flashed your lashes at him, wrapping your ankle around his, making the situation a mutual thing

He’d try to impress you so much on the battlefield

Whenever he saw a fight you were clearly winning, he’d still run in to “save” you

“Yup, I just did that.”

Was it corny? Sure, but you still admired him

“Fffuck scout, you’re so cool..”

Even when you guys aren’t fighting he’d still try to impress you

“Hey y/n!! This one’s for you!!”

He’d throw a blu spy’s head in the air (that he totally ‘borrowed’ from medic) and completely miss with his bat

He reached your limit at that point, everything about that moment was just so him

“HOLY FUCK THAT WAS DOGSHIT!! I NEED YOU INSIDE OF ME RIGHT NOW”

You screamed with heart eyes, the whole base probably heard you

“OH OKAY?? BET”

You guys slobbered all over each other’s faces as you made your way to his bedroom

Spy didn’t know if he should feel proud or disappointed, either way he was sorta happy scout found love here

Medic

This man could breath around you and you’d be impressed

You idolize him sm

You really shouldn’t, but you do!!

You’d watch him while he does his surgery’s, he’d call you his ‘assistant’ since you (obv) assist him

But sometimes you daydream into him too much, and when he asks for assistance..

“Towel forceps..”

“👁️👁️”

“….towel forceps?”

“You’re so smart..”

“vat??”

You simply kept admiring him, he just looked back at his hands that were digging into his patients insides, then back at you in utter confusion

When you tell scout about your little crush he gets excited about it until you tell him who it is

“Toots, tell me who it is.”

“Medic 💕”

“😐”

LMAO he hates you so much for that

If medic pockets you you’d get so flustered

Like “oh 🤭 little ol’ me?😚😚”

It gives you so much motivation when he Ubers you, if you fail then your done for!! You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him!! :(

Once he feels the same way about you he makes it obvious in.. his way??

“Maus!! I’ve gotten you a gift ☺️”

“gasp omg what’d you get me??”

“a bird heart specimen”

“wow..!”

I mean it’s a gift?

He’d be the one to confess first because Yk medic, he’s not one to shy away from his feelings

He’d confess by putting a small present on your bed, once you opened it you found a yellow rose with red tips, and a letter written in cursive (done by spy)

“It hurts me everyday, to see you. So elegant, so sweet, I yearn to be with you, to hear every heart beat.

I pray that I’ll never live the pain, that I’ll stay in solitary, alone in my grave.

So while our blood flows, and while our hearts beat. Just know our lives are short, will you spend yours with me?”

You squealed so much, screaming into your mattress and kicking your feet

Once you saw him again, you immediately went in for a kiss

How could you hold back after such a sweet letter?

[yandere-wishes]

With who would you ship yourself in MHA? 👀

@yandere-romanticaa

Omg, it's been a hot minute since I dabbled in MHA… But let me crack open the vault real quick.

So first off, and this should be obvious…

Dabi! The reason I started the show in the first place!! This boy's Frankenstein aesthetic had me swooning from the moment I saw a GIF of him!! And unconventional colored flames that probably symbolize a deep-seated trauma!! YES!! I honestly think we would make a good couple, kinda like Frankenstein and his bride (in a romanticized way), we'd have the Goth BF x Lolita GF vibes which are a bonus. I also get the inkling we'd share the same taste in music (Chase Atlantic, Neighborhood, Mr.Kitty)

Shigaraki is next and tbh I don't really know when I feel for him. Just that at one point he was all I could think about. I think it's something about his twisted legacy and conflicting nature that has rendered him into a decaying amalgamation of hate and misplaced ambitions, that really gets a girl's heart beating out of her chest, you know? He was always like an odd species that I came across in the backyard one day and had to analyze under a microscope. Desperate to learn his fundamentals, to unravel his soul. Understand him in the same way an archaeologist longs to understand the past.

I think our love is something like that of an obsessive scientist and her new discovery. Chaotic and all-consuming yet so frail and feeble to onlookers. A tame fire that leaves one utterly devoured, yet still longing for more. I think we'd be pretty good for each other.

NINE! He appeared in one movie and I was SO obsessed with him!! I had a countdown for when his movie would release. I remember for my 16th birthday we went to the fancy movie theater in town just to watch this guy on the big screen. And then all my friends burst out laughing when he died at the end. Ultimately my 2 month long craze over him died in that dark movie theater. TBH I don't really think we'd make a good couple, maybe just a casual fling or some hookups when life gets tough/boring. Nothing serious yet still a fundamental part of each other's lives.

Finally, we have Bakugo, the love-hate relationship I had with this guy was crazy. I was so madly in love with him one minute and the other I just wanted to suffocate him!! IDK what it was he was just so irritating and lovable at the same time. Another relationship that wouldn't work out. I don't even think he'd notice me in school and I'd just be in the corner secretly hating him because he has the perfect life. Popular, lots of friends, good grades. Even if we were in UA together I still don't think we'd end up together. Maybe a slight nod of acknowledgment in the halls one time when he's in a particularly good mood. But that's about it.

Now that I'm revisiting my tween crushes, I got a fun little au for Bakugo.

Imagine being Pro-Hero Bakugo's mistress. Just his girl on the side. For whatever reason you can't be together in public, you'd ruin each other's images. I think the reader kinda wants to ruin Bakugo's life just because she hated him in middle/high school. But Bakugo becomes too infatuated with her to let her leave him. Somehow they both end up destroying each other's lives. Yet ultimately Bakougou couldn't be happier.

This was such a long awnser🤣🤣

[gaybatmanenthusiast]

A KILLING HEARTBREAK (oneshot)

(billy loomis x gn! reader)

⋆★ word count : 1,275

⋆★ warnings : angst, severe sadness, mentions of death, idk what else to warn abt!!

⋆★ abt : reader and Billy are all lovey dovey, then it all goes down hill from there

⋆★ extra : n/a

You were a new student at Woodsboro High School, and you didn't really know anyone. You sat alone in the cafeteria when a group of students walked in. You recognized one of them as Billy Loomis, the most popular guy in school. Most girls talked about him so you picked up quick on that. He was surrounded by his friends, but he looked bored and uninterested in their conversation.

You couldn't help but stare at him. He was tall, with dark hair and dark brown eyes that you could get lost in. You had seen him around school before, but you had never talked to him. He was always surrounded by his friends, and you were far too shy to approach him.

But one day, you were walking home from school when you saw Billy sitting alone on a bench. He was staring at the ground, clearly lost in thought. You mustered up the courage to approach him. Thinking your head it was a bad idea once you got close enough.

"Hey, Billy," you said, trying to sound casual. you failed at that, you were obviously nervous.

He looked up at you, surprised. "Hey," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. eyes locked on yours.

You sat down next to him, and there was an awkward silence between you. You didn't know what to say, and he seemed to be lost in thought again.

After a few minutes, he spoke up. "I'm sorry if I seem out of it," he said. "I just have a lot on my mind."

You nodded, not knowing what else to say. But then he surprised you by opening up to you. He told you about his parents' divorce, and how he was struggling to deal with it. He talked about how he felt like he had to put on a brave face for his friends, but how he was really hurting inside.

You listened to him, and you could tell that he was relieved to have someone to talk to. You didn't judge him or try to fix his problems. You just listened and offered him a sympathetic ear.

From that day on, you and Billy became friends. You would often see him sitting alone on the bench, lost in thought, and you would sit down next to him. You would talk about anything and everything, and he would open up to you more and more.

Eventually, your friendship turned into something more. You would sneak away from school and spend hours talking in private. He would hold your hand and tell you how much he appreciated you. You would kiss under the stars, and he would tell you that he loved you.

You never would have guessed that the most popular guy in school would fall for you, but he did.

THIS IS WHERE IT GOES DOWN HILL SO ⚠️

Skip to 13 months in the future, a month or so after your one year anniversary. Your relationship with Billy was going strong, and you were happy. But then, everything changed. People in your town started getting murdered, and the killer was still on the loose. You were scared, but you had Billy to protect you. He was strong and brave, and he promised to keep you safe.

But then, you found out that Billy was the killer. That night at the party, You weren’t supposed to be there, but you snuck over anyways later on because Tatum wanted you there. Little did you know that night was going to ruin you forever. You arrived late, the front door was locked and you knocked a couple of times no one answered. So you went around the back to get in the garage way, or the back door at-least. You saw Tatum hanging from the small doggie door, on the garage door. You’d let out the most piercing and raw scream, tears filling your eyes you couldn’t handle seeing her like this. You’d ran over to her trying to wake her up, it didn’t work you knew it wouldn’t but you had to try. After trying to regain your composure, it obviously didn’t work. You still tried though, but that image of her will always be ingrained into your brain.

Then the worry and hurt started to get worse, adrenaline building up. You knew Billy was at this party so you walked past Tatums body and went inside. It was a stupid idea but you weren’t thinking about your safety only his. You started to feel the tears coming again; the thoughts of Billy gone flooding your head. Then you heard it, as you reached the door. Sidney panicking over to Stu, then the ghostface voice “Surprise Sidney “.

The shock you felt couldn’t be described, then again it got worse. He and Billy then revealed that they were both the killer. You couldn’t handle it, this and Tatum you started sobbing hard. You got scared knowing how loud you were and that they definitely would have heard you; you started backing away from the garage door that lead into the house, then Billy came into the garage knife in hand, covered in blood.

You’d never felt so betrayed and hurt in your life, it was a gut wrenching discovery. At first you didn’t want to believe it, your Billy? your sweet Billy, the man you’ve spent the last 13 months with; laughing, bonding and most of all trusting each other. He had opened up to you let you in and you had done the same, you knew things were bad with him and his mental health. But you hadn’t thought he could have done such heinous acts. He had been working with his friend Stu to.. murder people. Your classmates. Your principal. You just couldn't believe that the person you loved was capable of such terrible things.

Billy tried to explain himself, but you couldn't listen. You blocked everything he said out, everything was a blur at this point. Your head feeling hazy and your mind going blank. You were too hurt, betrayed, tired, everything just happened so fast. You ran away from him, and you didn't look back. You ran so fast and so far, you didn’t even notice how far you had ran until you collapsed on the side of the road. You then called the police, you did it so fast you could barely comprehend that you did it.

You were traumatized by what had happened, even if it wasn’t directly at you the pain and guilt of being with a man so sinister. Him being so evil right under your nose and you didn’t even notice. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, and you couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. You felt like your world had been turned upside down.

You tried to talk to your therapist about what had happened, but they didn't understand. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know what it was like to be scared all the time. You felt like you were alone in the world, and you didn't know how to cope. You started having panic attacks, and you couldn't leave your house without feeling like all eyes were on you.

It took a long time for you to heal from what had happened. You went to therapy, and you talked to your family about your feelings. You slowly started to feel like yourself again. But you knew that you would never be the same. You would always carry the scars of what had happened with you. You would always wonder how you could have been so blind to Billy's true nature. You would always be scared of falling in love again.

[maiavonsneeper]

Am bored so heres my headcanon on what kpop artists Yakuza characters would listen to.

Disclaimer: I'm not that familiar with anything recent in the kpop. The most recent you would see here is around mid-2010s.

Kiryu

Of course his no. 1 idol is Haruka. But for kpop it would have to be Girls Generation.

Its all because while playing Y5 where hes a taxi driver and takes place in 2012. I concluded that he has to have listened to Mr Taxi and was like "thats me :)" and i guess from then on he considered himself a SONE (or just a fan idk if he would know about fandom names lol)

Majima

A girl group/solo artists stan.

Definitely a huge inspiration for Goromi and her performances lol

And his collection of albums played for all the Majima Construction crew while they work.

I made a Goromi playlist (priv atm) which I just put in a bunch of female kpop artists in.

This includes artists like Kara, 9Muses, EXID, Miss A, Sunmi, Hyuna, AOA, Sistar, T-ara, Brown Eyed Girls, Lee Hyori, After School...and yeah alot of artists i put in lol

Akiyama

This was all based on a meme I saw on twitter where Akiyama is a Blackjack on stan twitter lol

So I can see Akiyama being a fan of 2NE1. Started listening to them when he saw it was popular with the hostesses and staff of club Elise and they shared it with him.

Tanimura

He would listen to a general amount of artists but would have a lot of interest in artists that have an international appeal...Wonder Girls "nobody" anyone?

(...OK that is the thing with kpop lol especially since it has a presence in Japan for awhile)

I mean like a multicultural image or just have non-Korean members. I can see Tanimura immediately taking interest in those types.

And of course anything that's popular with the Little Asia community lol

Artists: Miss A, Super Junior-M, f(x), Twice, U-Kiss, Wonder Girls, Momoland, 2NE1, Blackpink, 2PM, Big Bang

Shinada

Definitely into girl groups. Particularly ones that would have sexy dance moves which become popular and iconic later on.

And look Shinada has certain assets...

So he really likes to try out popular dances that usually involve using his tush in some way lmao.

Ex. Girls Day "Expectation" "Female President", Sistar "So Cool" "Touch my Body", AoA "Miniskirt", Kara "Mister"

Mine

This is probably very biased of me XD giving my favorite character my ultimate bias group.

Ahh yes Infinite the "Idols of Obsession" ...hmmm..

I imagine he isn't the type to follow celebrities nor have the time or interest to.

BUT BUT one day he listened to one of their songs and couldn't help but think of...a certain someone...

He doesn't considers himself a inspirit but he did walk into a music shop and bought a few albums, went home and spent his break listening to their discography while having AMVs take place in his brain.

Daigo

I'm aware of his emo taste so I tried here ^_^*

I decided to go with that Daigo listens to kpop bands. From my head it'd be CN Blue, FT island, LEDapple.

A non-band it HAS to be Dreamcatcher, another one maybe Vixx'; their dark concept songs mainly.

Haruka

I can see the idol herself listening to some idols for inspo lol

Few artists I thought of were Orange Caramel, Crayon Pop, Twice, f(x), Wonder Girls, Blackpink..

I can see her getting into some boy groups especially when it's what her friends and peers are into.

[bomberqueen17]

oops

lol yet again i missed doing my friday update schedule. in my defense, a lot's been going on. before I say anything else I should also say-- DMs on Tumblr currently do not work for me, the message thing shows me the preview but if I click on it, I absolutely cannot open the window, it will hang for literal days. I have the square blank in the corner of this tab as I am composing and no longer remember what I was trying to get it to open. So if you send me an IM on Tumblr I will only be able to read whatever of it is in the preview! So don't be offended if I never respond, because I can't write back because the window literally never opens. I got one to open yesterday but it was about 45 minutes and a lot of window reloading. I think it's safe to say that feature's just gotta be dead to me. RIP.

Anyway what's been up! my BFF from high school came thru Thursday night with her kids to stay in my cabin and i was a bit frantic getting the place ready, as it's not exactly listed on AirBnB. (She was like "oh wow this is a lot bigger and nicer than i thought" girl you were going to cram your children and yourself into a tiny half-finished shack with me? what??? jeez) and at the last minute Dude was like "oh i'm coming too" which, fortunately, I had put myself into a full-size bed on the pull-out couch so there was room for him to be there too but if this were any smaller a tiny house that would not have been possible. see, this is why i didn't actually build a tiny tiny house, it wouldn't have worked.

Anyway they left friday and i spent the day making sausage as fast as i could, and then in the afternoon dude helped me package it and then! i had! two full days! off! (ok i'm in the second of those days rn) so

saturday being My Birthday I made a snap decision that we were going to go see some art, so we drove over to the Clark Institute in Williamsburg MA (like a long half-hour away, it's not far) and saw some of my good buddies in the permanent collection.

(Mom used to take us kids there when we were little, and there are a lot of Renoirs and John Singer Sargent and some Frederic Rembrandt and Winslow Homer and whatnot, many of which I have seen so often as to consider old friends. (This Bougereau, Mom had a poster of on her bedroom wall, and I have always loved it. Apparently, my grandpa upon seeing it-- not the letters grandpa, the other one-- exclaimed of the one whose back faces the viewer "Oh Betty, it's you!" Betty being my grandma.)

I discovered quite by accident, while fucking around on my phone, that there was a Pokestop out in the courtyard, and the Pokestop was titled something about Jenny Holtzer, and i was like wait what and sure enough. There's a set of four white granite benches out there with Jenny Holtzer engravings on them.

This one is fucking brutal, as her shit tends to be:

[image description: a white granite bench engraved with the following text, somewhat darkened by pooled rainwater: "BY YOUR REPONSE TO DANGER IT IS EASY TO TELL HOW YOU HAVE LIVED AND WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO YOU YOU SHOW WHETHER YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE, WHETHER YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO, AND WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT'S ANY GOOD TO ACT."]

There was also a temporary exhibition of paintings and woodcuts/lithographs/prints by Norwegian artist Edvard Munch, yes including a lithograph of That Painting. Fairly stunning! Running thru October, I recommend it if you're in the area!

ok idk what else has been happening. i am so tired. i might play some pokey mans today but i also might just. not. really. do much of anything. which is boring and dumb and won't make me feel better next week when i have to go back and do more work and have achieved none of my personal goals. but sometimes brain no worky, and that's that.

[sasoxichomoshi]

there's something so charming about hunter, but in a soothing way

it doesnt mean she cant be silly ofc, but her eyes reflect so much of her moods and personality

when she's with the eagle she looks calm and gentle and much of the expressions she makes are towards the eagle; when nimue gets the bird, when the godslayer stuns the eagle and got one of the flaps and at the end of the game when he corrupts the eagle completely there were always a close at her face to show us how worried hunter was towards her friend

it's as if the eagle highlights hunter in some way, cause if you think about it hunter is not really an important person; she's an outsider and a stranger, and eagle mother is there not only to push her forwards, but she also works like this excuse to develop what lies inside hunter - her feelings

the more i think about, like no human(oid) character in the pathless have a mouth, which is an interesting decision - may it be because the animator said "nuh uh i aint doing this" or because they had other intentions - having no mouth makes it harder to humanize a character cause to do so you work around facial expression mostly

for characters like the diver or the little guy from journey it works cause humanizing them is not the focus - they are vessels for the player to experience the message of the game, much like a blank page, but hunter is a more defined type of character, she's not only for the player to control; there are instance where she speaks for herself (literally), she reacts towards her environment (like when she groans when she hits the ground), it's a bit of "i exist in relation to others" kind of thing i dont even know if this explanations make sense

the thing is, if you gonna hide the mouth (and it's funny cause they got rid of the mouths but not of the speech), to deliver something believable you have to put extra attention in other places, like eyes (which is probably the reason why they made her eyes big, for emphasis) and corporal expression (i love all of hunter animations like ALL of them, the idles are so cool and my favorite has to be the climbing one HAVE YOU SEEN THAT CREATURE)

another aspect that locks my eyes on hunter is her color palette; she feels a bit like 60% red and 40% black which an almost dangerous distribution cause it gets near the boring looking too evenly palette, but i feel like this problem is partially solved by the color choice cause black and red is very iconic (but i see that this can be subjective, so take it with a grain of salt)

to give some examples: im typing from an nitro acer (black red palette), you can see cars with that bright red (+black of the tires), and i can name a few characters with red+black combination, like matoi ryuko from kill la kill, kaguya, that masochist from that cassino games school (she's iconic i will recognize but i wont lose my time googling it i dont wanna know details about that anime)

(also if i had to point a match for hunter from another media....... kikyo my beloved i fucking love you my gay awakening i kept watching inuyasha cause i wanted to see you on my screen omg)

but at the same time her color scheme puzzles me: what does it mean? usually color is used for storytelling or readability purposes

hunter red black contrasts very well against the greens/whites/oranges of the landscape, mostly bc it's highly saturated; but then you get to the boss fight and......

i know that the boss fights dont take as many screen time as exploration but considering that they are the action moment hmm idk the math aint mathing here

well what's about storytelling? a bit of the same problem shown on the above image; hunter shares the color scheme with the corrupted tall ones and godslayer which makes things even more confusing

(seriously am i stupid and didnt see the obvious hint everyone else saw and im just here staring at the walls idk)

that said i have come up with my own worms to explain this and it comes down to: it's not from the land/natural

godslayer and the corrupted tall ones shouldnt exist, they are not natural to this world and actually an evil twist of the reality; hunter not necessarily is corrupted, but is also not natural (from the island), she's an outsider, it's about this feeling of not-belonging

however in the end of the day the color choice is also about readability and keeping things cohesive; stretching the color palette of the entire game just to give hunter a different look would do more damage than helping, imagine changing to something not that far like a pink or yellow, things still would change drastically

in the end i still love hunter very much ma babegurl <3 sillly stupid<333 my dear blorbo<333 hope she finds a lot of hobbies <33333

[notsodailycake]

Hey CHAOS CAKE, how are you doing?

I am doing quite well all things considered

I just want to share a bunch of things because I'm bored

1. I competed at another robot event where I did a bit better than last time... marginally (fight links)

(I think this image of Chloride sums it up nicely)

2. Somehow my silly ideas post has managed to get over 2000 views, which I am still dumbfounded by.

3. Big one here, @rinzay made a little comic of idea 5! Link

You probably already saw this, but I still find it amazing that one of MY ideas was able to inspire the creation of something so wonderful!

I would also just like to say, thank you.

You were one of the people who gave me the confidence to start publicly posting my ideas back when I was first getting started.

It eventually got me to start reaching out to other people to try and turn my outlines into full fledged stories, since I can't write dialogue. This is something that I would never have even thought of doing as recently as June! And I really owe most of that to you cake.

So, just know that I am grateful for all the help you have provided me. I hope that school isn't being too hard on you, and that you are getting enough time to destress and relax! I wish you luck in your comic and hope to see it inspire more people as it did me.

I do want to return the favor, so if you ever need any assistance with your projects, just ask!

Sorry of this was awkward to read, as I have stated many times before, I am not good at writing stuff like this lol

I- i-

Bro I actually shed a tear, no joke,,

Awe man, ok, uhm, I'm so happy. I'm glad i was anle to inspire you, like, i was actually able to genuinely help you out, and and,, idk i dont have the words for this

But I'm also thankful, thanks for actually feeling comfortable enough to share them with me, they were really fun, and congrats on all your accomplishments (yes i saw the comic, loved it)

I honestly just, I'm really happy, it's stupid maybe, but for me, this is like my own accomplishment, that i was able to help out and inspire someone

So keep up the work, even if I'm no longer available, I'm cheering from the sidelines!

And thank you so much, my comic is going good so far. Unfortunately tho, school isn't being the best at the moment, but i can manage. I've been able to desstress when getting back home ^^

And thank you for the offer as well, I'll keep that in mind

Also, haha, poor Chloride,, definitely a tough fight XD

[urwatchingdisneychannel]

hiii sorry i disappeared!! i'll ask one question for each day i was gone: 1) what's your favorite non-musical 2010s dcom and why? 2) do you have a favorite holiday themed disney channel episode? 3) i don't think i've asked you about those music videos yet, so what are some jonas brothers songs (or any song in general) you wish you could direct mvs for and what would you want to do? - 🎄

All good! School has kept me super busy so I get it

1) non musical 2010s fave is either Avalon High or Geek Charming (though the actor kinda ruined that one for me because he was creepy in real life so…). I never read Avalon high but I love the way they integrated legend into the story in a way that made sense but still was fun. Also apparently it was a lot of peoples gay awakening? So that’s fun. And I love the film storyline of geek charming. I would love to work in the film industry so I found it cool that there was a film aspect to it.

2) I mean the tslozac one that recreates the story of Christmas is a classic. I also like the proud family Kwanzaa episode. One of the characters has the same name as me but also it wasn’t a holiday I saw outside this so it was cool they included it

3) there are so many. I studied film in school (though my focus was education) and I’d love to have the opportunity to work in the industry. My dream was always to direct music videos so I have all these dreams of things I would do. I won’t bore you with too many details but the one that always stuck in my head most was World War III by the Jonas Brothers. I have this image in my head of like a stage and three vignettes each being lit up individually and there’s like a huge company that storms the stage being led by the main character in this “war”. Like it’s all so clear in my head and idk why that song stuck out the most to me but it did. So yeah

[kai-wanted-doa]

Me typing too much cos im alone now

I played maplestory in like the 6th grade up until idk freshmen year and during that time I made a friend and we'd allllways play together we had a lil group of friends that we'd often play with. he and i eventually added each other on MySpace, but as we got older we all got busier and played less and my laptop at some point could NOT run maple without having a total hot dramatic breakdown (she's so like me). But throughout the years this friend and I would every once in a loooong ass while log back into MySpace (I'm surprised I even remember my email/password. Everytime I log in I'm like -welp this'll be the last time I recall this information- I don't even have access to that email anymore)

I can't remember when I did, but some years after we had lost contact I randomly logged into maplestory and sent him a message saying something like -hey was feeling nostalgic and logged back into MySpace. Don't know if you'll ever see this, but just wanted to say i used to have so much fun playing maple with everyone and i hope you're doing well.- this was really a shot in the dark bcos yall, MYSPACE IS DEAD each time I log back in it gets PROGRESSIVELY WORSE AND WORSE. I have no access to my photos no more I can't see my page nobody's images work its laggy as hell, but hey, our songs are still on there 😆 I always liked visiting his page becos the song on there hasn't changed in yeeeeeeeeeears. It reminds me of the good past. He and I played the dance Audition game for a bit after maplestory and his favorite song was Stay in Me

After sending that message, I waited about 1-3(?) Years before logging back in and to my surprise, he had been on MySpace in that time frame and responded. I can't remember the timeline it mightve been during that exchange or a few exchanges later (which each message we send/respond to takes 1-3 years bcos we're both rarely checking this thing but nonetheless we always come back LMAO) he eventually gave me his number so I could text him instead of using MySpace and I did but I didn't have data (no true need since i didnt go out often or have friends that id constantly call/text) so I used a number i received via a text app, but that text app was super fucked, we exchanged a few texts but it was on my end that we lost that connection. While we texted, he was like -hey remember ___ this girl we used to play with? Turns out I know her irl!!! We went to the same school together!! Found out years later. Small world- hahahaha crazy. I love hearing these stories about ppl meeting their maplefriends. My ex said he used to play too and saw a character with the same area code as us. My ex confirmed the city and they asked each other how old/what school. The next day in high school, he's dapping up his good friend and they're over the moon finding out they found each other on maple. All cos the friend used his graffiti tag name x area code number, and my ex was able to ID him hahaha

Anyway, i hadn't logged onto MySpace in awhile cos I was in college, got my degree, started my career, and got a boyfriend I was madly distracted by

May(?) 2022 i caught covid and quarantined. Bored out of my mind I log back into MySpace and sent him a message saying -hey! I caught covid! Quarantine led me here. Hope you're doing well.-

My parents left for Laos this week and I needed to add them on Facebook to communicate just in case. Logging into Facebook reminded me of logging into MySpace. Another year and I still remember it whew 😮‍💨

My maple friend responded again!!! In May 2023. Almost exactly a year after I sent the message in May 2022. MySpace is so dumb u can see the month and date of the message but not the year, so I literally had to inspect the coding on the page to find out when this message was sent. He gave me his number again and said lets connect or play games. I finally saved it in my phone. He mentions that at this point, we are really like penpal friends LOLLL OTL I laugh cos I'm dragging him through this painful way of communicating

I'm pretty messed up in my life right now. I'm pretty much trying to let go of the career path my parents put me on, I just got out of a breakup. I haven't responded to my friend yet. I want to clear my head a lil more and get it out of my system to avoid trauma dumping lmaooooo he don't need to hear alla that!!!!

I own up to the fact I don't have close friends cos I'm poor at keeping close connections. I literally have a friend in my IG dm reaching out to see if I'm ok cos I left the friend group chat that included my ex. I just got major trust issues maaaan lmfaooooo what can I say!!!! My ex best friend flirted with my ex. My ex went and had sex with her. I asked him repeatedly if it happened. He kept saying no. Fucking gaslit me. I finally really interrogated him about it last weekend. He finally broke and told me the truth.

So yeah hahah I'm pretty fucked up

[ravenintraining]

MAG 1- Anglerfish

I hate hearing the first episodes of anything over again because the voices lack all of the personality they grow into over time. Especially this posh prick I'm hearing right now.(/j)

(analysis under cut so i don't feel bad)

Anyways, let's get down to business.

I've spent many of the last few weeks trying to visualize the layout of the Archives(for fic writing purposes), and the part where he can see thousands just from where he's sitting (in a room with a door separating it from the rest of the area, as is mentioned later) really throws all of that off. I like to think he saw a bunch of boxes full of papers and assumed those were statements, even though in the event that his predecessor wasn't an eldritch horror they're probably be print-offs from seminars or audit logs or literally anything else. In my head all of them are actually mounds of scrap paper from a local school so that Elias has to deal with the information overload of creative writing classes.

"so the only thing in most of the files are the statements themselves" this is REALLY outing Jon for not understanding what an Archive does. Why, pray tell, would the research be down in long-term storage? When you have a whole section of this Institute called RESEARCH DIVISION? Obviously they'd keep their OWN RECORDS UP THERE. Probably digitized by now because you all had your own computers. Give me a BREAK.

"he's not likely to contribute anything but deh-LAYS >://" i think you should re-adjust that stick up your ass it's starting to effect your Brain. you've known this dude for all of an hour tops calm your tits. Technically speaking so far the only one that's delayed you was your inability to record something digitally and so it's You who is currently delaying the Archives. Chomp my dick loserboy.

Just remembered that these recordings are available to the public. Dog no college student gives a shit about you and your problems they're just gonna make fun of you on the internet. Actually I think a really funny socmed au could come out of the twitter commentary of someone reading the statements from the magnus institute bc the transcriber drops his drama ALL OVER them.

they must have gotten SO many statements in 2012. I mean, people thought the world was going to end. This of course is the largest part behind why I think the Extinction isn't real and is just a version of the End, because it would have manifested in either 1999 or 2012 when everyone was so worried the world would end. (which also, sidenote, i think could have been perfect explanations of end rituals that failed. i think end avatars would 100% try at least a few times)

sorry I haven't even gotten to the statement yet. idk this one really isnt even that interesting? like oooo dude trips on brick path, stranger ignores that he hurt himself and wants to bum a cigarette. i think it would be better if the anglerfish like actually got its hand(s?) on him and then he got away instead bc without that the only scary part is the implications the episode name gives you. it leads to a great reveal of what happened to the victims later on in the melanie statement (stapling her skin back on) but without that context it's just a dude who's talking to you without opening his mouth.

"el oh el" i bet tim and sasha took the tape after he recorded it just to hear how jon would pronounce 'lol.' i only think that bc that's what I would do.

it is interesting that the body doesnt show up in the images though. like i figured considering the way the stranger loves manipulating digital tech that it would get a kick out of the picture showing the guy just floating there boreing its eyes into your skull. like i get it was meant to be the "light" of the anglerfish creating the illusion of a harmless creature that then turns out to not be there but come onnnn is that Really a stranger thing to do. could be so much better. the stranger should get a suggestion box i have some thoughts.

okay that's all folks. catch you tomorrow for the same shenanigans

[miekasa]

I just can't stop thinking about Dilf! Levi!!!

Like him being oblivious and frankly a bit put off by the flirting of the other mums at the soccer games of his daughter, but the second one of the dads gives you a compliment he is by your side: Death Stare.

When his daughter has a little break and joines you on the side of the field, he'll tell her about the weaknesses he saw in the competition.

Keeping a special place in the house for all her trophies.

The way he would march down to his daughters school, murder in his eyes when he hears about that one teacher that has been giving her hell. And even though she is tough, there is only so much a child should have to deal with. (My little sister had a teacher like that and I was furious. Espc cus have her rules only applied for the girls).

When you and your daugther come home form grocery shopping and you daughter proudly declares how she fliped of a man that tried to flirt with you. Levi wearing a proud smirk which turnes into a heavy sigh and a reluctent scolding when he sees your death stare.

(Honestly, I feel like the reader has to be a milf just to complete the power couple imagine!)

HELP Levi coaching his daughter is so funny omfg… idk if you’ve ever seen avatar, but why am I getting the image of him crouching down to his daughter’s height to give an Azula-esque pep talk: “The center forward always leans left. Keep the ball on her right, and you’ll get through offense and defense easily.” And after she scores she turns her head to Levi and they both give each other a little thumbs up. He keeps at least one of her trophies in his office at work, maybe two if he has the space; the rest are very neatly placed on a shelf he built just to display them at home. 

His kids is pretty quiet at school—doesn’t cause trouble, usually the apple of the teacher’s eye just by default of being a well-behaved student, so when you and Levi get a call that she was in trouble and waiting in the front office, you’re both stunned. You can’t be too surprised to hear that she (allegedly) cursed out a teacher given Levi’s own affinity for swear words, but it does shock you given the context. It’s not until Levi coaxes her to tell you guys her side of the story that it all makes sense—and Levi insists that your daughter did nothing wrong; in fact, he had a few choice words for the teacher that was bothering her himself. 

(Your kid was gonna get off on a warning regardless, pros of being friends with vice principal Hange, but Levi still gave Hange an earful—“I know you didn’t know before, but deal with that teacher, or I will, four-eyes”). ((Hange is also the only person to openly refer to the two of you as a dilf and milf and poor Levi’s eye twitches every single time bye)). 

While most kids don’t really get the direct concept of flirting, they are good at blocking it whether they mean to or not 😭😭 in the event that someone is trying to talk you up and unashamedly flirt, your daughter wouldn’t necessarily get that it’s flirting, but she would get that she’s bored as shit. Tugs on your shirt mid-conversation to be like, “Can we go back to daddy now?” Generally, even Levi himself does little to stop people from flirting with you; he just tosses in the phrase “my wife,” into the conversation shortly after and watches them put it all together, relishes in the embarrassment that washes over them. 

[zv5x]

idea i have for yan!senpai. him but with a hikikomori s/o whos very shy

Okay, I have no idea what took me so long to get to this but I absolutely love this idea. Having a character as extroverted and as charismatic as Sen with an s/o who you could consider hikikonori is an interesting idea enough, so I'm definitely gonna enjoy adding the yandere trope into it teehee. Thank you for your request, Anon! Feel free to request anything else you want me to do any time! Hope you enjoy this!

(Might do a part two to this later, idk😌)

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You were quite the anomaly, weren't you?

To the rest of the school you were, at least.

You were the cutest thing, really, but agonizingly shy. Your voice was so soft and beautiful to listen to, but to bad he barely ever got to hear it. The girls, his followers, they picked on you. They saw your shyness as a sign of weakness that they jumped at the opportunity to exploit it, and it made him sick to his stomach.

Everyday he tried lecturing them about the basics, right as they gathered towards him at the beginning of the day : bullying is bad, it's okay to be shy, and not hanging onto his backpack every second of the day doesn't make someone a subhuman. You know, the usual things teachers would tell younger students at painfully long assemblies and lectures. But they never seemed to listen.

They always had those excuses that made Sen want to grip them up by their throats, face almost blue with rage and a desire for revenge. But he never did. It wouldn't be very Senpai-like to do that in the public eye now would it?

Speaking of "not very Senpai-like" actions, it was about lunchtime, which meant it was time for his favorite part of the day. His legs wobbled in anticipation as he carried himself to his destination, the air feeling cleaner than it usually did. Maybe that was a sign, he wasn't sure. What he was sure of however, is that you would be sitting in your usual spot for lunch period, like you did every other day. It's not like anyone else accompanied you to lunch, so he understands why you're all alone. Sometimes it's better to just accept isolation than to force yourself to into the presence of people who could never appreciate you. It's nothing to feel bad about. If Sen himself were in your position, he wouldn't do anything but the same.

Seeing you sitting under that same cherry tree made his heart flutter. The falling petals perfectly complemented every part of you, it was as if this was some scene in a cheesy romance visual novel. Humming to himself, he fixed his loose tie and called out to you by your name. You instantly looked up, a cute look of surprise on your face, and your eyes instantly widened upon seeing who was calling to you.

"S-Senpai?" Your voice quivered, and he only giggled to himself as he made his way to your seat.

"May I sit here?" He asked in a soft tone, smiling. It was a sweet smile, an alluring one, and you felt as if you had no choice than to nod your head.

In all honesty, Senpai was just about the last person you would expect to be sitting next to you right now. Pretty, popular, extroverted, adored. He had every last trait you felt would make up a person that would spit on your image without a shread of hesitation. You were intimidated by him, especially considering every single person who seemed to want to bother you was one of his hopelessly devoted followers. He didn't have a reason to be sitting next to you right now. Did he pity you? Was he bored? You didn't know for sure, and you couldn't tell if that intrigued you or scared you even further.

"So, (Y/N), I was thinking..." Sen twirled a strand of his hair around on his finger, drawing out the sound of his words cutely. You popped right back to the moment, looking at him and awaiting his next words. "How about you come to my house after school?" He looked at you and smiled, tilting his head. You froze. Senpai's house? After school? Today? It just didn't make any sense to you.

However, your shoulders dropped as you realized you wouldn't be able to take the opportunity. You had plans with a close friend, an extremely close one, and you didn't want to let them down. After all, you were sure they hated Senpai. They'd be especially angry if you ditched them for him.

"I'm sorry, Senpai, I can't..." You sighed, and looked away just as Senpai's face dropped and his eyes widened. In the future, Sen would be decently proud you missed that.

"Can't...can't come? W-why?"

Senpai felt his heart shatter right in his chest. This couldn't be. You couldn't come? Why not? It doesn't make any sense to him! He had everything planned out perfectly. This day was supposed to be perfect! He takes you home, he confesses to you, you tell him you love him too, you kiss and hold each other and spend the rest of the day together, he had everything planned! Why were you trying to ruin that for him? How could you be so selfish? He had to know your reason, though. Perhaps it was important, perhaps it would be something he could wrap his pretty head around, and then everything would go right back on track after the two of you settled on a reschedule date.

"Well, why not, if I may ask?" Senpai questioned, pulling himself together enough to sound sophisticated once more. You smiled at him weakly.

"A good friend already made plans with me after school...." You tapped your chin with your finger, as Senpai felt his entire body go numb. Someone...else? A friend? No. That couldn't be right. You were a liar. Sen watched you intensively for the past few months. He didn't see anyone close enough to you on school grounds to be able to make a plan with you.

"W-well, it will only be for a bit! Please, I assure you I won't take up too much of your time!" Senpai pleaded, finding himself placing both of his hands onto a single one of your own, his throat beginning to tighten from his agonizing feeling of helplessness. You looked up at him, saw the desperateness that shone in his eyes, and sighed.

Maybe an hour with him wouldn't hurt.

"Alright Sen, I-I think I can make out some time with you. Just, meet me at the gate, alright?" Senpai after you finished your instructions nodded quickly, happy to have convinced you.

Soon, the sound of the end of period bell rang, and the two of you got up, Senpai doing so a little bit quicker than anyone usually would. He smiled at you one more time, patting you on the head and bidding you farewell, and he left before you could give him a response back.

Senpai was glad he was able to convince you, and he was even gladder that he was so quick to figure out a plan for your meeting.

The sedative was packed nicely in his pocket, the syringe he was planning on using was wrapped neatly in the other. He was planning on only using those if completely warrented. For example, if you demanded him to let you leave. But, now he sees that the scum of the world are already kicking down your door and demanding your time. He's not the only one who wants you anymore, and that fact alone makes Senpai's blood boil. You're his. You belong to him. He thought the shyness you had was a plus, but now he sees you're falling victim to bleeding-heart worms who only wish to be with you for pity reasons. It made him sick.

You deserve better.

And by the time this day is done, he's going to finally be able to give you better.

[h34rtizuku]

𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶

i hate angst without happy endings, but i’m also self-destructive. therapy is expensive, but ripping your own heart out and bearing your insecurities into a full-fledged story for you and others to read? free.

warnings : angst without a happy ending, insecurities, jealousy, mayhaps toxic behavior?? idk if ur looking for a good time, this isn’t for you bestie <3 also i might misspell uraraka’s name wrong a few times, i’ll fix them later :*

being quirkless had its advantages. with such a small number of us being born without powers, it left a lot of the mundane jobs open.

which is why, as soon as pro-hero deku opened his agency, i came to him with the request to be his assistant.

on the daily, he had people coming up to him asking for internships or to be his sidekick. but he never had anyone ask to be his assistant.

being the number one hero often meant that every day things, things one may take for granted or deem insignificant became just another list of things on the busy man’s to-do list.

therefore the appeal of having someone file his paper work and run to get him coffee in the morning was great enough to hire me.

and i was glad he did.

this is what i have been working for since i was a first year in high school. after watching the freckled boy break limb after limb to defeat his opponent.

yeah, i saw it as irresponsible and stupid that he had to break his own body to save others. but i was willing to overlook it.

my one goal during my remaining years of high school and up to college was that wherever that little green haired boy went, i would follow.

and that reigned true as his assistant. i would shuffle after him like a duckling following it’s mother, wherever he needed me.

if he needed me in a briefing to take notes for him, i was there. if he needed me to put in overtime to help him file the last minute paperwork, i was there. if he wanted a particular pastry from a specific bakery half way across town, i was there.

izuku was never mean, or demanding. always thanking me profusely for anything i ever did for him. leaving me to remind him that this was my job, and any way to make his life easier was good enough for me.

but maybe i should have held onto those blushed cheeks and crinkled eyes as he thanked me for the coffee that he didn’t even know he needed, for a just a little bit longer.

you know how a child will open a new toy on christmas and it quickly becomes their new favorite toy? playing with it non-stop, taking it wherever they go. until one day, they grow bored of it and never touch it again as it grows dusty at the bottom of their toy bin.

i know izuku wasn’t doing it on purpose, he didn’t have an intentionally mean bone in his body. i guess you could say, some other toys came around and took his attention away.

and that toy, was a particularly difficult mission in collaboration with uravity’s agency.

the two spent long hours cooped in his office as they went over notes, plans, intel, etc. until the conversation melted into talk about the old days and the wonderful memories they had together in high school.

i went to work the following days with absolutely no energy to handle whatever would be thrown at me. i hadn’t been able to get much sleep, as when i closed my eyes the only thing i could see was the look in his eyes when he saw her.

my patience was already thin given the events of the most recent week, but when the printer started malfunctioning leaving me unable to fax the papers izuku wanted me send, you could say that was the first domino.

i swatted and kicked and pressed any button on the stupid machine. telling myself i was merely trying to get to stupid thing to work, but deep down i knew that the printer was just my temporary punching bag. an outlet to unleash my anger and emotions onto something instead of letting them fester inside me.

so when one of izuku’s sidekicks came by, giving a snarky comment about my behavior, i was able to brush it off with a roll of my eyes and an equally snippy comment back.

but as the hunk of plastic remained steady in its plan to ruin my day, the lack of sleep and lingering resentment started to bubble within me once more.

i heard footsteps behind me and a joking voice say, “having a bit of trouble are we?”

if it weren’t for the white hot anger buzzing in my ears i may have been able to identify the voice before i lashed out on them. but we already established this was not my day.

so as my hands moved to clutch the machine below me, most likely to restrain my abuse to merely verbal instead of physical. i spit out, “listen i’m fucking trying okay? so how about you get off my ass and do something useful.”

i turned around to face who i thought would be another sidekick sent to push my buttons. but i instead came face-to-face with the green haired man himself.

eyes blown wide, mouth agape in shock, a light blush dusted under his freckles as he fought to handle the situation the best way he could.

but i beat him to it with a deep bow and an endless flow of apologies, opting to only blame my anger on the malfunctioning piece of junk behind me and not the several other reasons i was plotting murder in my head.

with a gentle smile and a soft chuckle he placed his hand to the back of his head, rubbing at the baby jade hairs of his undercut. “i see. bad days happen to the best of us.” he replied, his voice like honey.

i became drunk on the minor interaction he was giving me, bringing me back to the beginning days at this job where we would spend late nights trying to keep each other awake under the only singular yellow light as we finished paperwork. or where sometimes he’d invite me to spend lunch with him as he felt he’d enjoy the company.

i got lost in the intricacies of his face as he tampered with the printer. thin eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip captured between his thick scarred fingers as he muttered to himself.

i fell in a trance, locked on the slope of his button nose, his gemstone eyes, and chubby caramel cheeks dusted in freckles.

he looked essentially like the same boy i saw on the screen all those years ago, yet matured and hardened by the realities of life.

i wanted nothing more than to reach out and protect him any way my small quirkless body could. to be there for him the same way he was for everyone else.

he eventually got the printer to work with a boyish smile on his face as he told me that despite the good roughing up i gave the machine, he was able to locate and handle the issue. “next time, skip the punching and come find me, yeah? i’ll help with any problems you face.” he joked as he made his way into his office to resume his work.

i didn’t know it was possible to fall harder for that man, but he proved with every day of his existence that the impossible didn’t apply to him.

i was finally able to get some sleep the next few nights as my eyelids filled with the blush on his cheekbones and his gaze of concentration.

but my trip to cloud 9 didn’t last very long as the occasional meeting with uraraka became trips to her agency, and occasional meetings in civilian clothes to civilian places, like coffee shops and corner stores.

to anyone else, those would read as dates. to me, they read as dates. but izuku assured the gossiping sidekicks that it was strictly professional ~ nothing more, nothing less.

i knew that i would end up with more fits of restlessness and sleepless nights as i pictured the two of them laughing over a cup of coffee. so i sought out a replacement.

a moment. a look. a sentence.

anything directed at me that would choke out the ugly thoughts and images my brain would show me of the two of them together.

so that afternoon as i brought him his lunch, i placed the box safely onto the table beside him as he continued skimming through the papers littered across the desk.

he muttered a small ‘thank you’ but it wasn’t enough. as my hand moved to place his drink that i held in my other hand next to his food, a different idea popped in my head.

my hand moved faster than my brain could register what it had just planned to do. squeezing just enough for the lid to pop off and slip from my fingers to tumble into his lap.

as soon as the liquid and ice hit his lap he flew up from his seat and away from his desk.

my hands flew up to my mouth as a string of apologies fell from my lips. eyes watering in guilt as they moved around the room trying to locate something to soak up the mess with.

“i am so sorry, my fingers slipped and before i knew it i had lost control of the cup. i-i can’t tell you how sorry i am.” i rambled as i took my blazer off to wipe at the wet stains starting to form at the bottom of his teal suit.

“hey, hey, hey.” he said softly, taking my tinier hands into his large and battered ones. warmth enveloped my clutched sticky hands as he gently urged me to stand from my crouching position in front of him.

“it was an accident. no harm, no foul.” he said with a soft smile.

i should feel bad, as it wasn’t entirely an accident. but the warm and gentle look in his eyes made what little guilt i felt crumble away.

his thumbs rubbing soft circles to my skin as he worked to get the tears to stop streaming from my eyes was enough to get me to sleep like a baby for a good 2 weeks.

until it became a cycle. he would spend too much time around uraraka, and then i would do something all in the name of garnering his attention back on me.

was it wrong of me to do, to take advantage of his kindness? to take advantage of the fact that he was naive to my true intentions? maybe.

but i felt i deserved it. i felt i deserved to be looked at the same way he looked at her.

i wasn’t any different than she was. with the way she used her big brown eyes to pull him in. or the way her cute behavior made him blush. or the way her sweet way of talking made him laugh.

i can’t be her, or compare to her. so i found my own way around it. and no one could fault me for doing so. they just couldn’t.

at the end of the mission, uravity decided to throw a party in celebration of their win. a nice formal gathering, with everyone she had involved.

when izuku pulled me aside one late night to tell me that he was extending the invitation to me felt akin to a marriage proposal.

i wasn’t involved much in the case, merely being used as the one who provided them their lunch on their long meeting days. or filing and organizing the paperwork and notes that they would compile. i wasn’t out in the field, breaking bones like izuku or saving lives like uraraka.

i didn’t deserve to go, but i didn’t care. izuku had invited me personally and damn it, i was gonna be there.

yet, i shouldn’t have gone.

i shouldn’t have spent the hours on my makeup. i shouldn’t have enlisted the help of my best friend to do my hair as i gushed about how izuku had personally invited me, how he was the most perfect man ever, and how i was undoubtedly in love with him.

i shouldn’t have spent the week leading up to the event going from shop to shop trying to find the prettiest dress that was just the exact color of his eyes. i shouldn’t have spent about half my paycheck on said dress when i found it.

i shouldn’t have decided to face my fears and step out of my comfort zone to join a group of heroes that i knew were old classmates of izuku’s as they whispered about something that clearly was a raving topic.

because then i wouldn’t have heard how izuku was planning on confessing to uraraka. i wouldn’t have heard how this mission caused old high school feelings to rekindle. i should have known my place.

and that was far away from here, from the hero scene. i should have grown up to be an accountant or a chef.

when my father took me to get that checkup when i was 5, to confirm that there truly resides no quirk inside me.

i should have left it at that.

when i was riding my bike that day as a first year and i saw the group of boys huddled around a screen as they tuned into the u-a sports festival, i should have kept riding.

as maybe it would have saved me a lot of pain.

i backed away slowly, heels tapping against the tile floor as i hurried out of the building.

i didn’t realize how suffocated i felt until the chilly autumn hair brushed my face and into my lungs.

my whole body felt hot, i felt numb. i stumbled onto the sidewalk as i looked into the dark azure sky glittered with stars.

the tears finally spilled from my eyes as the stars muddled together into a messy blur. my stomach swirled and tensed as pit of nausea sunk in my stomach.

my chest heaved as it tried to process the crisp cold air into oxygen, but my throat was too tight to let much in.

i gasped and sobbed as my back hit the brick behind me, my legs wobbling unable to carry my weight much longer.

i slid into a crouched position as my tears mixed with the black of my mascara. streaming in pools down my cheeks, neck, and chest.

in the midst of my sobbing and heaving, i called my friend who was still at my apartment awaiting details of that night when i came home.

knowing it was far too early for me to be calling her she picked up the phone with confusion. it didn’t take much words from me, not like i gave her much, to convince her that she needed to come pick me up.

as she hung up the phone, my hand slipped from my ear, falling limp to my side as i placed my head into my other arm resting atop my knees.

this was inevitable and i knew it. no matter how many ways i was able to manipulate a sweet glance from him, it didn’t mean anything.

izuku was nice to everybody. sweet to everyone. kind to anyone.

but with her, it was different. he treated her that way, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

they had years of memories, of laughs. they were perfect for each other, both smart, and kind, and always looking to help others. never acting selfishly or for personal gain.

they shared soft touches like they did old stories. they looked at each other with the same respect and admiration.

i was wrong. uraraka and i are nothing alike. she didn’t have to beg izuku to look at her like she hung the moon, he did so without asking.

unbeknownst to me, as i was manipulating izuku into these fabricated moments of gentle gazes and kind words, i was manipulating myself.

lying to the deepest parts of me that knew that this wasn’t real. that i wasn’t her. that he didn’t think of us the same way.

to him, uraraka is an old friend, who views the world the same way he does, who shares his same passions, who built her quirk to do some good within this world.

to him, i was a coffee-getter, the girl who knew his lunch orders like the back of her hand, the girl who filed his papers. the quirkless little fangirl who practically begged him to give her a job under him.

i heard the metal door open and snap shut announcing that someone was now outside with me. however, i just assumed it was a party-goer stepping outside for a smoke or a phone call so i didn’t bother to look up.

i also wasn’t in the mood for if the person happened to be a drunk girl who was ready to become my therapist as she saw me crouched on the sidewalk wishing to become one with the cement and simply cease to exist.

“there you are, i was wondering where you went?”

i would have taken the amateur therapist over this.

the voice belonged to izuku, dripping with sugar and default kindness.

if i could become one with the bricks just a little bit faster that would be great.

“hey, are you alright?” his tone became worried but i still didn’t dare to look up from my arms.

“do you feel sick? did something happen? do i need to take you home?” there he goes, into hero mode. ready to drop anything to help anyone facing the slightest of inconveniences.

“please just leave me alone.” i mumbled, throat tight and voice wavering as i try to hold the tears that still remain to fall.

“what did you say? i didn’t quite hear you.” he said softly, gently setting his large hands onto my exposed shoulder.

they should feel like welcoming warmth, but instead they felt blistering hot as i shoved them away as quickly as i could.

“i said leave me alone.” i said, slightly louder as i no longer was stuffed in my arms and knees.

he immediately saw the mess my face was in, i could tell by the way he quickly reverted fully into deku.

“hey, what’s wrong? whatever it is, i can help. didn’t i say you could come to me whenever you ne-“

“oh my god just stop! i can’t take it anymore.” i snapped, finally able to look him in the face.

but not for long as i saw the same look on his complexion as the first time i snapped at him.

“you’re too fucking nice. leaving you vulnerable for people to take advantage of you. giving them a reason to be selfish.”

“i dont-“ he tried to start but i cut him off.

“i don’t need a hero, izuku. there are people you just can’t save.”

as he worked to wrap his head around what was happening, my friend pulled up in my getaway car.

i bent down and grabbed my purse, but before i could fully escape this night, izuku grabbed my wrist causing me to stare into his eyes.

now lit aflame with desperation, “please just tell me what’s wrong. let me help you.” he encouraged softly.

but i wasn’t going to fall for it, not again.

i wasn’t gonna be played for the fool as i took the soft look in his eyes for anything but the gaze of a hero hoping to add another save to their statistics.

“god you never know when to quit!” i yelled as i yanked my wrist back. “and i hate that i-“

loved that about you?

no, love that about you.

i shook my head, thankful that for once my brain caught my actions before i spilled and made a mess again.

i walked quickly to the car, opening the passenger door almost as fast in hopes that within its metal sanctuary i could finally escape this hell.

“y/n- i-“

“mr. midoriya.” i just about whispered, my energy long since drained.

he laughed gently and i cursed the way my heart squeezed a little at the sound.

still head over heels for the angelic sound.

“you haven’t called me that in a long-“

“i quit.”

“w-what?” he muttered in disbelief.

i wouldn’t believe it either, not after the way i came to him nearly 4 years ago saying i would even be willing to clean toilets if he asked me to, so long as i got to work for him.

“i quit.” i repeated.

“you don’t mean that.”

he’s right i didn’t, not really.

hot tears started to dribble as my lower lip puckered in a sour quiver.

“no i do, sir.” i shook. “i will send someone to collect my things on monday.”

and with that i closed the door.

“drive.” i whispered to my friend who after a moment of looking at me, trying to read me, silently put the car into drive and started forward.

leaving izuku behind to stumble after the car, mouth muttering, trying to form any sort of sentence or sense.

but i couldn’t see him, knowing not to look at the mirrors situated on the side of the vehicle.

for they too are liars, as objects in the mirror are farther than they appear.

*** my little blue bitch working overtime

🧼 also mayhaps “soap” by melanie martinez fits this story… unintentionally ~ but if i’m wrong it’s cuz i haven’t listened to it in a while