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yanderedrabbles · 3 months ago

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Yandere Movie Week [review]

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Yandere Score: 9/10

Overall Score: 6/10

I hate to only give this movie a 6/10, because I really enjoyed it.

But it's the kind of fun, turn-your-brain-off flick best enjoyed with ice cream and zero critical thinking skills.

The premise is solid - our heroine Jennifer (Brenda Song) wakes up with amnesia after being chased down by a masked killer. A great set up for tension, and a pretty classic intro to a thriller.

The opening scene yanks us straight into the action. A rainy night. A mysterious, knife wielding stranger. A desperate dash for safety. (If only they could have kept this pace up for the entire movie, sigh).

You can see where I'm going with this. It doesn't go well for our girl.

After she wakes up in the hospital, we're introduced to her husband, Russel (Mike Vogel). His character design had two words on it and those were "buff nerd." Biceps and bifocals.

He's with her through every step of her recovery, sweet and steadfast while she grapples with the guilt of not remembering him, or their life together.

But most importantly, he's here to whisk her away to safety! That safety being a gorgeous house out in the mountains.

With no cell service or nearby neighbours.

I love the cabin chic look Jen, but maybe not the best place to be when there's a killer out for blood.

As you can expect, things go south and they go south fast. Not even half an hour in and we get our first on screen murder. Trust me, this particular yandere is not shy about his intentions.

He works hard to earn his 9/10 rating. He's been obsessed with Jen for years, and her getting married is the final straw. Either she can be his, or she can join his rapidly growing list of victims.

We've got plenty of the classic tropes. Cameras in her bedroom. Isolation. Chaining her to the bed. A total catch, no idea why Jen was never into him.

He's the quintessential "If I can't have you, no one can" sort of guy. Doing whatever he has to to keep his girl. He gets creative with it too. How many yanderes can say they broke out Photoshop as part of their grand plan?

Unfortunately, he's far from perfect. And I don't mean the murders. (Hot guys can do a little murder sometimes, as a treat).

His plan hinges on people just... not checking ID? You're lucky you made it as far as you did, pretty boy. Guess some deranged killers get all the luck.

On top of that, the chemistry between him and Jen is terribly lukewarm. A few tense moments, but nothing simmering hot.

For the most part, he isn't very scary or emotive. Which is a HUGE missed opportunity.

Show us the passion that led him to this point! Show us a man on the end of his tether, desperate to keep his girl! Give us something more than bland acting, and a range beyond straight-faced and slightly-less-straight-faced.

Despite his long list of crimes, he just isn't intimidating.

Maybe the intention was to have this non-threatening guy do all these things as a way to ratchet up the tension, but I don't think the movie had the budget or the time to pull it off.

He gets much better in the third act - more demanding, more handsy. But it never reaches the point where I'm at the edge of my seat wondering if he's about to lose his shit.

Jennifer as a character is moderately likeable. Despite spending quite a bit of time with her, I struggle to think of anything majorly distinctive. Not great. Not terrible. I think it's Brenda Song herself rather than Jennifer who I end up liking.

She's also - how do I say this politely - not always the smartest. And I get it girl, it's hard to think under pressure. But how the hell do you manage to lock your keys inside your car when you're being chased by a killer?

She's lucky she has her golden retriever man to protect her, really.

In terms of technicals, I'd say they're okay. Not very eloquent of me, but that's exactly what they are.

The cinematography is passable. There weren't a lot of shots that made me pause and stare. It has that glossy look that a lot of direct-to-streaming movies have, where you can tell the budget is stretched a bit thin, and the camera guy is antsy to get his cheque.

The score doesn't stick out to me at all. Hate to say it.

Don't go in expecting a blockbuster, high budget film. It's fun but utterly mid-teir in budget, story and characters. The premise has promise, but it fails to deliver as much tension and terror as it could.

Would I recommend? Despite its issues, I'd say it's worth picking up. Not the scariest or prettiest movie on this list, but it's a quick fix of yandere to get you through the day.

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Day 4 - The Perfect Guy (2015)

Day 5 - The Boy Next Door (2015)

Day 6 - The Invisible Man (2020)

Day 7 - Til Death Do Us Part (2017)

Taglist: @jsprien213 @trolleri-trollera @mel-vaz

#Yandere Movie Week Reviews #yandere #Yandere blog #Yandere movies #yandere x reader

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bloodchapell · 4 months ago

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loved to meet you — senku i.

brief summary: thinking about model!reader x senku

what to expect: suggestive content, all lowercase

your sword's note: little drable for my senku brainrot 🫶🏻, yk the drill, more on my mistresslist

before petrification you were a really famous model, despite being a shy nerd your beauty surpassed every other model's and you were a favorite for many designers and brands.

"where did you get discovered?" the reporter asks you in the interview.

"it was actually a convention." you answer laughing. "i was not cosplaying or anything."

after life is resumed in the stone age, you start modeling yuzuriha's clothes, she is so excited to have you model her clothes that she approaches you, only to be met with an unrealistically, serving, lethal face card. she is dazzled and walks away shyly without even speaking. you turn around to your coworker to wiggle excitedly at having met one of the members of the kingdom of science.

"rumor goes that despite being a total babe, you are a pro-gamer." minami asks.

"yeah." you shift around. "i am a pretty looking loser."

"well tell us, you are one of the most famous models of the world yet you haven't publicly dated anyone. is there a secret lover?" the blonde asks with a smile.

"not really." you push the frame of your glasses up your nose and smile at the camera.

"what about a celebriry crush?"

"a celebrity crush?" you think for a second, "senku ishigami, i would love to meet him."

somewhere else, the entire room breaks into laughter. initially yuzuriha had turned on the tv to watch the interview minami was doing with you, telling taiju how she had met you but chickened out and didn't talk to you because you had such a striking beauty that she was intimidated. ryusui walked into the room and immediately pointed out that you took the victory of the championship of a videogame against him before petrification. looked like you were a total loser blessed by the gods. they kept watching the interview and when minami asked about your love life and you replied, everyone broke into laughter.

"senku has always been popular!" taiju exclaimed remembering their high school days.

the scientists is not baffled. he won't lie and say you aren't a goddess, but it's not like he cares, he has real important stuff to take care of rather than paying attention to this kinds of stuff.

next fashion week, yuzuriha invites senku to her show. by that point you already got the courage of talking to her and she was fascinated to come to learn that despite having such a striking beauty you were a kind and smart person. you instantly became close and you would praise the other one for her work.

"she is my muse!" yuzuriha jumps around grabbing taiju's hands.

nonetheless you open her show. the most beautiful piece she has ever made, delicately put like an art piece for you to showcase it. she is sitting front row with her taiju, senku and nikki, excited talking about her concept for the collection, they listen with attention until the show starts. you walk out with a rythm so precise that it's hypnotic. at the end of the walk you kneel down by yuzuriha and ask for her hand, which you kiss. it was already planned (though poor yuzuriha didn't know and almost died of excitement), and it went flawless until you got distracted by the sight beside her. your eyes met with the crimson of senku's and it took every fiber in your body to not lose it. you then stood up and walked back, waiting backstage to change since you were also closing the show (that is how much yuzu loved you).

at the end of the show, you walk out with yuzuriha as they do in fashion shows, the designer and her muse.

"you did amazing!" she jumps excited once the show is over. "i was not expecting the hand kiss."

"we all had it planned." you wink at her putting your glasses back on, only to go back to your usual shy demeanor when you remember what happened. "i actually made eye contact with him, it was really difficult to pretend nothing happened."

"you are really professional." she pats your back.

after the event, there is a private celebration, some of the models and crew members that are close with yuzuriha and her friends of course.

"ha! we meet again." ryusui clicks his fingers.

"hello." you wave shyly, your 10/10 body adorned by a dress made by yours truly yuzuriha.

you chat for a little with ryusui, some of the members of the kingdom of science pry in the conversation with an eyebrow raised (ginro get out) but surprisingly your takk with ryusui is strictly about videogames. it could have gone forever and none of you would have minded but yuzuriha grabbed your hand and took you with her.

"you will finally meet taiju!" with a smile yuzuriha says, you smile too, having heard wonders of taiju, "and you will meet senku too."

your smile slowly fades away into a disgraceful grin of nervousness and even though you try to free yourself from yuzuriha's gentle but firm grasp, it is too late.

"she is prettier in person right?" yuzuriha pats your back knowing exactly what she is doing.

taiju nods agreeing and senku simply huffs. your eyes meet his again and you dissolve back into your middle school self, an embarrassed girl fidgeting with her rings.

you sit with them and talk with yuzuriha and taiju, ignoring senku or otherwise your brain might shortcut. after a while, yuzuriha says she and taiju forgot something and even though taiju denies forgetting anything, she takes him and leaves.

oh how you love yuzuriha, but she was crazy for that. you sit quietly while senku looks at you.

"so you can announce something like that on tv but in person you are a shy mess." he affirms folding his arms.

"as a public figure i must be professional." you say pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

"doesn't feel like you are loving to meet me."

you finally lift your gaze to meet his. in that point what else is a girl to do but to explode, having THE senku ishigami face to face, with his little damn mischievous grin on his lips and his eyes scanning you.

your heart beats fast in your chest. you don't find anything else to play with to have your hands busy.

"i admire you a lot..." you start but he cuts you off.

"i don't care about these formalities, let's go straight to the point." his hands on the table and a serious face, "i heard you beat the 2017 version."

you immediately know what he is talking about, your whole demeanor changes. he was referring to a video game that was notoriously complicated and very few could complete. by that point you kinda forgot what was happening (meeting your crush) and simply let yourself go on about the game. he listened attentively and groaned annoyed at himself when you revealed the methods you used to finish the game that seemed obvious now but he didn't realize before.

later on, when the party is at its peak, yuzuriha seems to realize you are nowhere to be found. she looks for you and gives up when she doesn't find you, retouching her makeup in the bathroom.

in one of the stalls, senku holds your waist with one of his hands while the other one covers your mouth very gently. you look at each other with a mix of fear and excitement and once you both hear the door close, his hand on your mouth leaves and you both let out a chuckle.

...

after the talk and a few drinks that francois kept delivering to you both, you went outside for a second to catch some air, a little overwhelmed by the loud music. when you were walking back in, wearing some insane heels i may add, you tripped and senku happened to stop you from falling. you stayed for a good while in his arms before for some reason (clearly the alcohol) you unanimously reached for each other and kissed. his hands were still on your waist that he held on as he pushed his lips on yours, knowing faintly that he probably shouldn't be doing this. when you separated to breath again, he took in the image of a disheveled angel that was blushing insanely with her little glasses tilted and her lips glossy and that alone drove him to kiss you again. it took you some time to digest what was happening but once you did you gently held onto his neck and corresponded the kiss back, caging his bottom lip with yours as he matched the action with your top lip, his hands firmly grabbing onto your waist. for a second you opened your eyes and found him looking at you, you both laughed.

in some way or another you found yourselves in the woman's bathroom, you sitting on the sink and him taking your heels off. he left them on the floor, for a second just looking at you and admiring your allure. it came to him for a second the fact that he was drunk and acting irrationally, but he found himself tangled in your arms again, holding your neck with one hand and resting his other hand on the sink. slowly as the kiss deepened and your legs started to pull him closer to you, and your head tilted to the side to let his tongue play with yours, his other hand ran to your back, pulling you closer between the edge of the sink but having his body preventing you from falling. when you stopped the kiss to breath again, you could see his daring eyes dance over your face analyzing your features with detail, only to lean in and whisper sweet nothings to your lips before going back to kiss you hungrily. his lips had already started trailing their way to your neck when you both heard yuzuriha's steps so he picked you up, went into the closest stall and closed the door, making you stand on his shoes and holding you so you wouldn't fall.

once she left and you shared a little laugh, you tried to kiss him again but he put his hand in between. "we are drunk, if i am going to do this i will do it right."

that made you smile. you didn't get what he meant until the next day when you woke up besides yuzuriha in her apartment.

"what happened?" you rub your eyes disoriented.

"you got wasted." the brunette says rolling around.

you yawn and go to the kitchen for a cup of water, checking your phone to see the time. a message in your mailbox steals your attention though and you are left to squirm excited.

tell me when a date sounds fine. loved to meet you.

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thesunwillshineonusagain757 · 6 months ago

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My Justice League headcanon is that they are just a giant polycule. Some relationships are romantic, some are platonic, and some are a little in-between. But no matter what, they’re all interconnected in this beautiful, chaotic, and supportive way. Here's how I see it breaking down:

Superman x Batman (Husbands):

The power couple of the group: grumpy x sunshine vibes all the way.

They were friends for years before they finally got together. It took forever, but now they have this big, integrated family with all their kids.

Superman x Wonder Woman (Besties Who Sometimes Kiss) :

Honestly, this dynamic was actually Bruce’s suggestion that they explore semi regularly

Superman x The Flash (Wholesome Nerd Besties) :

These two bond over being massive nerds. They hit up conventions and Comic-Cons together every years.

They also hype each other’s hyperfixations—Barry always has Clark smiling, and Clark is Barry’s biggest cheerleader.

Superman & Green Lantern (Hal’s “If I Had to Pick a Guy” Bestie)

Hal would deny it, but if he had to pick a guy besides his actual husband? It’s Clark.

Superman & Aquaman (Love My Partner’s Partner Vibes)

Besties who bond over their respective worlds and their shared love for their husband and wife.

Superman & Martian Manhunter (Aliens Living on Earth Support Group)

J’onn and Clark just get each other. They understand the complexities of balancing alien with human life.

Batman x Wonder Woman (Besties Who Also Kiss)

Diana and Bruce have undeniable chemistry. Sometimes it’s platonic. Sometimes it’s not.

Batman x The Flash (Barry’s “If I Had to Pick a Guy” Bestie)

Barry doesn’t get why he’s drawn to Bruce’s broody energy, but he is.

Batman x Green Lantern (Frenemies)

These two cannot stand each other… but they can’t go more than two weeks without bickering or checking in.

Batman x Aquaman (Neutral Respect Besties)

They keep things civil, but the mutual respect is palpable.

Batman x Martian Manhunter (Frenemies with a Side of Jealousy)

Bruce respects J’onn, but part of him is a little salty that J’onn knows some parts of Clark better than he does.

Wonder Woman x The Flash (Cutie Pie Friends)

Diana thinks Barry is adorable, and Barry is just in awe of her.

Wonder Woman x Green Lantern (Hal’s “If I Had to Pick a Girl”)

Hal can’t help but crush on Diana, even if he knows it’s never gonna happen.

Wonder Woman x Aquaman (Ancient Poetry Besties)

They vibe over mythology, history, and the weight of being leaders in their people.

Wonder Woman x Martian Manhunter (Out of Place Support Group)

They bond over feeling out of place in the modern world.

The Flash x Green Lantern (Husbands Part.2)

The OG Justice League couple actually.

They got together just three weeks after the first meeting, and their relationship set the tone for the rest of the polycule.

The Flash x Aquaman (Secret Mermaid Kink?)

Barry is both intimidated and… oddly intrigued by Arthur. He’s 90% sure he has a mermaid kink.

The Flash x Martian Manhunter (Secret Alien Kink?)

Barry is also intimidated by J’onn, but let’s not lie to ourselves it’s giving alien kink energy.

Green Lantern x Aquaman (Chauffeur Besties)

If Arthur needs to be flown anywhere, Hal is his guy.

Green Lantern x Martian Manhunter (Space Monitoring Buddies)

They team up to monitor space and share an easy camaraderie while doing it. Hal talks J’onn listens.

Aquaman x Martian Manhunter (We Both Like Green)

Bonding over aesthetics and a shared affinity for the color green.

So yeah, the Justice League isn’t just a team — they’re a big, loving, occasionally chaotic polycule. Fight me on it.

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bapeach · 6 months ago

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My nerd

I'm still new to writing so if this is bad then I'm sorry, lol. English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any possible grammar mistakes :). Let me know what you guys think! Find my masterlist here :)

You can find part 2 here.

Pairing(s): Nika Mühl x female!reader Word count: 2.3k+ Summary: Turns out the intimidating giant is actually a big nerd. Something Nika will never let Y/N forget. ------------

When you first got to Uconn, everyone was pretty intimidated by you. Not entirely surprising, you supposed. Even in a gym full of basketball players, you rose above them, standing at a whopping 6'7". It didn't help that you had dark eyes that seemed to always peer into the soul of the person you were looking at. Nor did it help that both of your arms were fully tatted up and that you had a resting frown on your face. You couldn't help it, your face always looked like you were trying to solve a hard math question or trying to figure out everyone's biggest secret. You didn't exactly mind being intimidating though, often standing with your arms crossed, slightly flexing your muscles. And God did you have muscles. When Paige first saw you, the first thing going through her mind was how you could easily snap her in two.

To everyone's surprise you weren't that scary once they got to know you. Sure, you still had the ability to make anyone shut up with a single well-aimed look that seemed to say “knock it off”. And yeah, you were still able to halt everyone's conversation, eyes focused only on you, when you had something important to say. But the team also got to know the real you. When needed, you could match KK's high energy, being able to hype up the entire team with a few witty jokes, cocky smirks, and well-timed speeches. The team needed a calmer presence? Then there you were, matching Azzi's comforting calmness, being a rock to lean on and a shoulder to cry on.

The team knew you almost inside and out, just like you knew all of them. From KK's favorite ice cream flavor to Nika's favorite Croatian show. You guys didn't feel the need to keep secrets. You suppose that's why you all work so well together, both on the court and off. Except the team didn't fully know you, did they?

You were known for your fierce protectiveness of the team, always ready to defend them, no matter what. You exuded an intense aura that scared off anyone trying to mess with you or your family and friends. But below all of that…? You were a nerd.

You know there's nothing wrong with being a nerd, but still, you prefer to be known for your strength and resilience. So no, the team doesn't know you can solve a Rubik's cube with your eyes closed (It's not that hard once you know the patterns, you swear), they don't know you like playing chess (What? It's calming...) or that you're secretly a huge sci-fi fan (C'mon, Star Wars and Doctor Who are classics!). Hell, they didn't even know you wore glasses...

You knew there was nothing wrong with glasses either, you personally even found them quite attractive on other people, but you chose to only wear them in the comfort of your own dorm. You were lucky to have scored a single dorm, not having to deal with any annoying roommates doing god knows what. The team hadn't even seen the inside of the apartment, all of you always hanging out in one of the bigger dorms, having to be able to comfortably fit an entire basketball team in there. Some teammates had caught small glimpses into the living area of your home away from home, but there wasn't much to note about it. It was your room that had all your geek stuff.

An entire wall lined with books, ranging from the classics to the newest YA sapphic novels. Your Rubik’s cubes in different shapes and sizes scattered amongst them. A couple of Lego sets standing proudly on the few available surfaces. And amidst it, there you were, sitting on your bed at 2 AM, wearing an old Doctor Who shirt, glasses perched on your nose as you watched your favorite doctor on his latest adventure. The Hedwig the owl plushie that you got as a birthday present years ago (which you swore you only still kept to keep your mom happy) sitting next to you, tucked in but still in view of the screen (she wanted to watch as well, okay?).

When the team had suggested going to a bar after an intense practice, you’d hesitated. On one hand you wanted to go. You weren’t really the party and drinking type, but you always felt better knowing you were with the girls, being able to keep an eye on them. On the other hand your bones felt heavy from practice and your bed was calling your name. Declining their invitation, you figured you wouldn’t be hearing from the girls until late the next day, having them complain about being hungover in the group chat. Turns out you were wrong.

Hearing a knock on your door, you paused your show, listening intently to see if you were just imagining things. Hearing another knock and loud giggles outside, followed by someone shushing, you walked over to your door. Not paying any mind to what you were wearing, you opened the door, confusion clear on your face as well as worry. Because the only people who’d be knocking on your door in the middle of the night would be the girls, and that meant they needed something that couldn’t wait until the morning.

Looking down slightly, you see an apologetic-looking Azzi holding a giggling Nika under one arm while trying to make sure Paige (who was mumbling some type of nonsense about flying snakes playing basketball?) didn’t fall over beside her. “Hey, I’m really sorry to be knocking on your door, Y/N, but these two idiots-” ”HEY!” “-decided to drink too much, and I can’t handle both of them, especially not together.” Azzi apologizes, sending Paige a stern look when she interrupts her. Azzi looks at you, guilt clear in her eyes, knowing that you’re gonna be dealing with a drunk Nika who will undoubtedly tease the hell out of you once she realizes what you’re wearing.

Nika, who only just seems to have realized she’s standing in front of your door (the girl she might or might not have a huge tiny crush on), grins widely, slipping out from underneath Azzi’s arm, right into yours. Squeezing the taller girl tightly, she mumbles (though it feels more like a shout in your ear), “Hey Y/N/N!”. Wincing slightly at the loudness, you hold Nika in your arms, mumbling a “Hi” before focusing back on Azzi. “Don’t worry about it, Azz, I’ve got her.” you say smiling at her, trying to make sure she knows you’re not upset. “Have a good night and good luck with…” you trail off, looking at Paige in confusion as she stumbles away from Azzi to go talk to the wall about… crocodiles riding skateboards? You give the sober girl one last grin before sending both of them a wave and pulling Nika into your dorm.

Looking down at her, you shake your head slightly. This is gonna be a challenge. Drunk Nika means a lot of cockiness, a lot of teasing, and a lot of flirting… “C’mon, Niks, let’s get you ready for bed.” you say softly, hoping your calming tone will make the Croatian girl relax and comply. Grabbing hold of her hand, you turn to your bedroom, but she doesn’t let you get very far. “Nooo,” she grumbles, her accent coming out slightly as she slurs her words. Pulling you into another hug with a bit more force than expected, she falls right into you, “I missed you tonight.”.

You hold the shorter girl closer to your chest, knowing things will go easier if you just follow along with what she’s doing. (And okay, maybe you’d missed her too, but how could you not? Nika was smart, funny, fearless, kind, extremely beautiful, and exactly your type. Not that any of that mattered. You were pretty sure she was straight. Sure, she flirted with you and complimented you all the time, but that’s just the kind of friend she is.). Putting your face into the crook of her neck, you can’t help inhaling her scent. She smells like alcohol and sweat from dancing, but there’s also a hint of something else. A scent that’s unique to her. It’s soft and comforting, and it makes you wish you could just hold her close to you forever.

“I missed you too,” you say, pulling back and giving her a kiss on the forehead, “let’s go to my room now, yeah?”. You walk into your bedroom, guiding Nika’s hips as you push her to your bed, before going to close your door. “Wait… are you wearing glasses?” she says, looking at you in shock. You grin at her, shaking your head at how cute she looks. (How did it take her this long to notice?). “Shuddup” you say with a tiny smirk on your face as you walk back over. “No no, you look really hot.” she says leaning in a bit closer to look at your properly. “Like a hot nerd.” she starts laughing to herself. You playfully roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. The movement immediately catches Nika’s eye, her laugh coming to a stop as she stares at your muscular arms. Your smirk grows, seeing the way the brunette can’t stop gawking at you. (And okay, maybe you flexed your muscles a bit more, liking the way she was looking at you, but you were allowed to have a bit of fun, weren’t you?).

As Nika’s eyes roam your figure, her eyes drop to the shirt you’re wearing. “Wait, what are you wearing?” she questioned, her eyes wide as a grin starts forming on her face. Damn it, here we go. Moving towards your closet, you ask, “What do you wanna sleep in? Shorts? Sweats? Do you want a hoodie or just a shirt?”, hoping she’ll be drunk enough to have a shortened attention span. Your wishes, however, don’t get answered. “Oh my god…” she gasps, making you turn around, slightly alarmed at her sudden outburst. “You’re a nerd!” she exclaimed, looking around and seeing all your geeky knick-knacks.

When Azzi came knocking on your door with a drunk Nika under her arm, you happily took the wasted girl in. Now though? Now you were thinking of all the ways Azzi could make it up to you.

You throw the smirking girl a pair of shorts and a shirt, successfully managing to have them hit her right in the face. You walk over to her, ready to help her get changed. “You tell anyone about this, Mühl, and you’re dead.” you reply, knowing you’ll be teased relentlessly next practice, Nika not being able to keep something like this quiet. “All this time everyone has seen you as this tough, badass woman,” the brunette starts, her voice sounding muffled as you help her pull off her shirt, “but you’re actually just a dork!”. You can’t find it in yourself to feel annoyed at her teasing. After all, this was Nika, your crush best friend, the girl that could do no harm in your eyes.

She continues on rambling as you finish getting her ready for bed. Giggling to herself, the still very tipsy girl plops down on your bed, grabbing hold of your Hedwig plush, wiggling it in your face. You sigh softly with a small smile. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” you laugh. “Nope.” she giggled. “But for what it’s worth… it’s pretty cute… you’re pretty cute.” she mumbles, looking down as a blush forms on her cheeks.

“Yeah?” you muttered, taking a step closer to her, moving a piece of hair behind her ear. “Yeah.” she replies, looking back up into your eyes. While you and Nika flirt with each other all the time, this time feels different. More real.

You notice how her eyes flicker down to your lips, and for a second you let yourself daydream about how it would feel to press your lips against hers. When the shorter girl leans in, you take a small step back, feeling your heart break a little as a frown forms on her face. “We can’t, Niks” you whisper, taking a step closer again as you grab her hand and give it a light squeeze. “Why not?” she pouts. “Because you’re drunk, and I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.” you answer with a small smile, hoping to soothe her. “I wouldn’t regret it!” she shakes her head with her brows furrowed, “I’ve liked you for ages now, but you’re such an oblivious idiot sometimes!”.

You open your mouth to reply but close it again, thinking back on your whole friendship with the girl. Maybe all that flirting wasn’t just a joke… Okay yeah, maybe you were an idiot. You grab her face between your hands, leaning in a little to kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry.” you mutter, lips still pressed against the Croatian’s skin. You pull back slightly, seeing her start smiling again, cheeks a beautiful rose color. “Tomorrow,” you promise her, “if you still want this tomorrow, then I swear I will take you on the best date of your life.”. She smiles a big, toothy grin, “Deal Y/L.” You grin back, pulling her over to your bed, already thinking about where you’re gonna be taking her.

As you both lay face to face, you can’t help but admire her. Her long, beautiful lashes, her pink lips, her cute nose… You think you might be the luckiest girl in the world.

Nika sighs contently, closing her eyes as she slides one hand over to hold yours while the other slides underneath the pillow. She furrows her brows, opening her eyes again as her hand touches paper. Grabbing the item from underneath the pillow, she lets out a loud laugh. A sudoku. “God, you’re a nerd,” she says with a wide grin. You let out a little laugh, looking at her sheepishly. “but you’re my nerd.” she finishes with a twinkle in her eyes.

Maybe you should thank Azzi for tonight after all.

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nemisuki · 5 months ago

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You Finally Noticed

Synopsis || A girl and the events leading up to her falling for her grumpy classmate. Only this time, she gains the courage to confess the secret she’s kept all these years.. on Valentine's day!?

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, no smut or angst, physical touch & words of affirmation, mini flashbacks, crush au, confessions, first kisses, mutual feelings, starts as first years + ends as seniors, mainly reader pov but bkgs at the end, long fluffy oneshot, GREEN FLAG BKG, happy ending, he’s just a lil guy, 3.7k word count

The idea of falling in love was something she had always hoped for.

As depicted in the movies, the beauty of finding your forever partner – one who will unconditionally care for you till the end of time – is simply one of the greatest gifts you can achieve while walking on this earth.

She just didn't expect to find him so soon.

You would assume the girl would fall for the other candidates in her class. All of them showing qualities to be perfect for whoever they choose to spend their future with.

Though she loved them all, it wasn't the type that made y/n have butterflies in her stomach – one that made her rethink every interaction they've ever had – it wasn't how she felt like with him.

She wasn't aware of when this all began.

At first it was the adrenaline, the thrill of being acknowledged by the notorious blonde, her overpowered classmate who spouted harsh words to anyone in the beginning of their first year.

Many months have passed and yet she could never forget their first normal interaction.... well as normal as it can get.

During the UA sports festival – more specifically the team choosing for the cavalry battle – she approached him just like everyone else.

Internally hoping she could be on his team, secretly admiring his strive for victory, though still intimidated by his frightening exterior.

"Wait, remind me what your quirks are again... and your names!"

Everyone stares dumbfounded but nonetheless go one by one to reintroduce themselves.

When it's her turn, she hesitantly meets his gaze – his eyes so intense and calculating that it alarms her – but she holds it, not wanting to look weak in front of him.

"um im y/n l/n and my quirk is... [ur choice!]"

She goes to further explain the abilities in her arsenal and why it'll benefit him in battle, though there's a small part of her that wants to look elsewhere, his red orbs are just so... expressive.

He stays silent for a moment, analyzing the different options he could choose from, then finally makes his decision.

"Alright.... you, you and you."

The blonde states, pointing towards his three picks, and the shock on her face is evident as she miraculously gets selected.

He ignores the others' whines and begins walking to an isolated corner without another word, her legs quickly moving to follow him a second later.

The boy seems to take notice and turns around, shouting at the other two, who are standing there obviously relishing in the glory, "Follow me like her, you idiots!"

The duo quickly rushes to catch up as you both keep walking.

Bakugo simply rolls his eyes at the comical scene, sneaking a peek in her direction, making y/n tense up at the realization of their temporary time alone.

Her heart rapidly accelerates at the possibility of being the target of his anger.

"And don't be too excited nerd, I almost didn't pick you."

The swirling thoughts in her mind only multiply at his blunt tone, her curiosity getting the better of her as she hesitantly replies, unsure if she'd even want to hear his answer.

"May I ask why?"

"You're not confident I can tell."

She takes notice of his blank expression, contradicting the harsh tone of his words, her eyes slightly widening as he continues on.

How did he-

"You're never gonna make it to be a pro if you're not confident in your own abilities."

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As she's unable to come up with a response, he simply sighs with annoyance, watching the other two steadily approach, "Just don't hold me back, got it? Your quirk is useful to me so use it."

"uh- got it!"

Regardless of the stern warning and glare, the awe in her eyes returns with full force. Although this is their first time communicating one on one, he already read her like a book.

Bakugo truly is a force to be reckoned with.

Instead of taking it in a malicious light, a small smile appears on her face at his words : 'Your quirk is useful'

It's the first time anyone has ever said that to her, and she'd be lying if she said it didn't make her feel good.

That means he's relying on her right?

A determined look slowly emerges as she nods along, listening intently as the blonde goes over their battle strategy, they can win this!

Looking back at that moment, it was probably then when her eyes slowly started drifting to him unconsciously, the days going on as her interest in him slowly rose.

Their first year went by in a flash – the chaotic events making time speed up for a second – making their moments as second years all the more precious.

The two weren't super close at first by any means, but after everything... his anger seemed to mellow out, though he was still the same prickly blonde everyone knew and loved.

It was when life unexpectedly kept bringing them together that they slowly found reasons to make small conversations.

The vibration of footsteps beneath her shoes causes her to look over her shoulder, her gaze zeroing in on the blonde – who seems to be on the verge of an explosion – as he walks down the aisle of the crowded bus.

Which was provided by UA for their annual school trip.

"Cmon bakubro! Where are you going?!"

"Fuck off shitty hair!"

"We aren't being THAT loud-"

"Shut it! I'm changing my damn seat!"

He grumbles curses under his breath as he heads to the front of the bus, looking around for an empty seat, the only available one being next to herself but currently occupied by her book bag.

Their gazes meet for a moment, and she seems to understand, quickly reaching over to pull her bag off and plopping it on the floor underneath her.

He slowly approaches and sits down beside her, mumbling an explanation to the girl as he takes out his earbuds.

"Too damn noisy in the back."

A small smile appears on her face as she nods along, understanding his troubles. I mean she was sitting at the front for the same reason as well.

"They're just excited for the overnight trip at the cabins."

"Tch, acting like damn idiots more like it."

He proceeds to take out his phone, scrolling down his Spotify to click on a certain album to listen to.

She didn't mean to look, she really didn't, but her eyes caught the recognizable design of the cover.

Her eyes doing a double take to make sure she wasn't going insane, small sparks of excitement making her attempt a conversation with her new seat partner.

"You listen to them as well Bakugo?!"

His body tenses just barely as he turns his head to her, opening his mouth to speak, but she quickly shakes her hands dismissively.

"I wasn't peeking at your phone I promise! I just saw the cover from the corner of my eye and it looked familiar so..."

A wave of embarrassment shines over her and she shuts herself up, internally cringing at her attempts for small talk, looking away from him with warm cheeks.

It was only after a moment of silence, when he quietly mumbles, "It's a good album but nothing beats the first one."

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She slowly looks back at him, meeting his eyes once more – feeling as if he's analyzing every minor movement of hers – though he looks oddly calm now.

"Ah that's my favorite one too, I really like the drum solo in the first song!"

"That so..."

"Mhm!"

Noticing his half lidded eyes, she cuts it short to leave him alone for now, letting the blonde rest for the remaining amount of time.

Though an hour later, life seems to throw another curve ball at the poor girl.

At a small speed bump, she suddenly feels a weight on her shoulder, her heart dangerously halting at the foreign feeling.

She looks to her side – taking in the odd sight of his head resting against her – the usual frown now replaced with a peaceful expression.

The scent of his cologne slowly invades her nostrils, making her more bashful at the turn of events, her heartbeat now a bit irregular as she sits completely still to not wake him up.

Her eyes move on their own as she takes a peek at his face, noticing the delicate features that make up his perfect facial structure, her hand itching to caress the smooth ivory skin.

What's with her?

Her mind goes on auto pilot to come up with an explanation for her intrusive thoughts yet the conclusion is always the same.

So for the rest of the bus drive there, the only thing taking up her mind is the inevitable realization, she likes him.... y/n likes bakugo.

The remaining months of the year went by in a flash – with the girl keeping this secret to herself – unable to fathom the hold her classmate has over her heart.

The worst part is he didn't even know it.

He didn't know how pretty he was when focusing on an assignment.

He was unaware at how flattering the uniform made him stand out – despite it being what everyone else wears – he simply wore it better.

His attractiveness when working out during training sessions needed to be studied, because who else could make a push up look that appealing?

Even worse if he did it with one hand, she can only hope he didn't catch her tripping over her own two feet, just because his exercises got her all distracted.

But most of all, the worst part was how oblivious he is – to how much she disliked the newfound attention on him.

It was the last Valentine's Day they'll celebrate at UA. Their senior year to be more specific.

The months quickly pass by as if it urges them to head off to the real world of hero agencies and internships awaiting them.

Yet the only thing that was on her mind, was the impending time limit she put on herself.

Her last chance to confess her feelings.

Only problem is his popularity, frankly speaking... she expected this, his status seemed to only increase after their first year.

Last time his locker was filled with a stash of love letters and written confessions.

And this year... seems like it only got worse.

"You've gotta be kidding me..."

The blonde groans with pure annoyance as he opens his locker, piles of envelopes falling down on the floor as he runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

"Damn bakubro, lucky you! Seems like the ladies like you~"

Kirishima playfully whistles at him, earning a glare from his grumpy friend.

"Tch, I don't know any of these extras in the damn first place! Help me pick this shit up!"

"Pfft okay okay! One sec!"

She watches from afar as he opens a trash bag – clearly more prepared than last year – putting all the letters inside one by one with an irritated sigh.

Her heart clenches at the sight, seems his admirers have only increased as they've grown up, causing her thoughts to scramble with hesitation.

The aching sensation in her chest being more noticeable to y/n as some girls approach the blonde, chocolates in their hand as they blush when he turns to face them.

She didn't have the guts to watch any longer, spinning on her heels to walk back to the dorms, clutching the red gift bag in her hand – reminding herself to not freak out – the days not over yet.

Her eyes stare at the ticking clock above her dresser.

The palm of her hand grows a bit clammy as she reapplies her chapstick, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

She has to do this.

Before she can chicken out, her legs quickly rush out of her dorm, wandering up a floor to reach the end of the hall.

And standing before her is none other than his room – it's almost midnight – she doesn't even know if he's awake at this point but she's stalled long enough.

With a shaky hand, she gently knocks on the door, frankly a bit nervous one of their classmates will spot her red handed.

Though much to her shock, it doesn't even take him more than 15 seconds to open the door – his face surprisingly wide awake – calmly staring down at her.

But she could've sworn the previous tension in his shoulders relaxed as soon as their gazes met.

Or maybe that was hope clouding her judgement.

"y/n..."

The conversation hasn't even started yet and she can already feel the intense warmth on her cheeks. Her eyes darted away for a moment to recollect herself.

"sorry i know it's late but it's important-"

"come inside."

"huh-"

She didn't have the time to process his words, not when his hand reached out to her waist, gently maneuvering her inside the room to shut the door behind her.

The close proximity only gives her the ability to hear the fastening heart rate within her. So loud in fact, that she begins to wonder if he can hear it too.

His hand doesn't move away from her hip, as if leaving a mark on her that she'll no doubt remember many years from now.

And she doesn't pull away either – wondering how she's lived up to this moment without feeling his intimate touch – but also questioning the purpose of his actions.

If it was to make her flustered... he sure as hell achieved it.

His eyes glance down at the red gift bag in her hands – white tissue paper concealing its contents – then looks back to her face.

"this is..."

Her grip on the bag slightly tightens, attempting to hide the anxious bundle of nerves as she stares back at him.

The blonde tilts his head, suddenly using his other hand to grab the gift, almost expectantly as he quietly mumbles, "for me yeah?"

The eye contact was beyond excruciating.

"um yes but... open it later please."

He slowly nods and places it on a nearby table, but her mind is fixated on the fact that he hasn't let go yet.

His touch was gentle yet so so warm.

"You didn't write a card."

Huh?

"-i looked through the pile of junk... and not one of those letters we're from you."

Her eyes slightly widened with disbelief at his words, the image of him checking every single one of those envelopes, made everything clear to her.

She tries her best – but the hidden meaning behind his words was too much – the realization making her break down, previous anxiety being replaced with pure relief and joy.

A glossy coat of tears begins to form at the silent confirmation she so desperately needed to hear.

His empty hand lifting up to cradle her cheek, a little hesitant, as if scared his touch will be too rough.

She immediately denies such thoughts, leaning more into his palm for comfort.

Those red irises soften at her vulnerable state, his thumb wiping away any stray droplets that trickle down her face as he softly whispers.

"Don't you remember what I said before, idiot? Be confident."

The moonlight peeking through the glass panels of the window only adds to the cozy atmosphere – illuminating everything in its path – including them, giving him a glow that was definitely not needed.

It was as if she was in a dream.

"I like you."

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Time seemed to slow down as the confession exited her mouth, finally letting out the secret she's been keeping to herself all these years.

Y/N could've sworn she already felt the weight being lifted off her shoulders.

At his silence, she takes it as a green light to continue, the only reaction from him being a twitch of a smug smile.

"I-I liked you before anyone else did, before you got popular! And I think I understand you pretty well! Like um... I know you're an excellent cook who specializes in spicy food, you hate winter because it makes your quirk act up, secretly enjoy petting kittens-"

"Oi, alright alright I get it! You're starting to sound like the damn nerd."

Although his words were rough, the pink hue on his cheeks was unmistakably there, barely visible but definitely present.

He slowly leans down, his lips hovering over her own as he whispers, "you sure took your time."

Her breath hitches and it takes everything in her to not lean in closer – she felt like a moth being lured into the flame – that is him, "you already knew?"

The blonde scoffs with fake annoyance, almost like he's offended at her clueless nature, "doesn't take a genius when you're always staring."

"oh..."

It felt as if she was on fire, the warmth in her heart now spreading to every inch of her body, heating up places she didn't know was possible.

His gaze bores into hers before slowly traveling down to her lips, his thumb moving to trace the outline of her mouth as he speaks.

"Can I kiss you now? Or you're gonna make me wait another 3 years, nerd?"

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A small laugh escapes her at his grumpy attitude, smiling brightly as she nods, not quite believing this is real and needing some sort of confirmation, "Only if you'll be my valentine-"

She's unable to finish her question before his lips are on hers, with a sense of longing and affection, a perfect mix that makes her eyes flutter close at the feeling.

Time seemed to pause as they lost themselves in the loving exchange, not wanting to let the other go as their hearts finally conjoined to one.

You would expect someone with his personality to match his actions, but anyone would be wrong.

Bakugo is unbelievably gentle.

He slowly pulls away, giving her bottom lip a teasing nip as he mumbles, "I prefer boyfriend, dumbass."

In a spur of a moment with minimal effort, he lifts her up from where she stood, proceeding to carry her over to his bed and gently setting her down.

Not once does the smile leave her face – relishing in the change of their newfound relationship – she hasn't been this happy in weeks.

".....thanks or whatever."

"hm? for what?"

"for loving me."

Her eyes soften as he lays down beside her, draping the covers over the two as she hums, "don't thank me.... you're easy to fall in love with."

She shimmies over to wrap her arms around him, influencing him to do the same – caging her in as he hides the cheesy expression – burying his face in the crook of the neck.

Their bodies cling to each other like magnets, refusing to break apart.

"I love you too."

"awww i didn't know you were a sap-"

"shuddup."

It was a peaceful silence – one where no more words needed to be exchanged – though she still had one lingering question in her mind, one that needed answers.

"hey bakugo-"

"katsuki."

A small giggle escapes her as his correction, she nods and scoots closer, if even possible.

"Katsuki, I still have a question."

His first name on her tongue makes it more official to her, reminding herself that this is in fact... not a dream.

"yeah?"

"when did you find out... that I liked you?"

She can see the way he lifts his head up, staring to the side as he ponders, his mind going back in time for the answer.

When he remembers, a smug grin goes on his face as he reaches an arm to the bedside table, grabbing his phone and opening it up to look through his gallery.

"On a school trip during our second year, shitty hair showed me this photo when we were unpacking at the cabins."

"huh- what photo?"

He turns his phone in her direction and there in all its glory... is a photo of her and bakugo.

The old memory of him falling asleep on y/n's shoulder, and her admiring gaze on him – with a soft smile she didn't even realize she was doing – as the sunlight hits both of them perfectly.

Kirishima must've somehow snagged a photo before she could notice!

"you've known for that long?" y/n whines, completely embarrassed as she recounts all the times she admired him from afar, thinking he wasn't aware but now clearly being proven wrong.

A genuine laugh erupted from his mouth, as he clicks some buttons and to her horror, makes it his lock screen.

"oh god, please no!"

She tries reaching for it but his fast reflexes catch on, casually throwing his phone far from her reach and squeezing the daylights out of her.

"shush it and go to bed now, nerd."

A small pout forms on her face but slowly fades away as he pecks her forehead, mumbling snarky teases at how 'down bad' she is for him.

But what he doesn't tell her is how much he's noticed her too, without her knowledge.

The blonde stays silent on the fact that during the sports festival, he chose her NOT because of her quirk but because he couldn't ignore the look of awe in her eyes.

It was the first time any girl saw him in such a way.

He doesn't tell her how he learned that drum solo she mentioned on that exact bus ride – once he'll muster up the courage to play for her tomorrow – hoping his nerves won't cause a mistake or two.

A secret bouquet of flowers and a gift bag was hidden behind the door, placed there by accident when he saw her through the peephole earlier.

If she didn't show in the next 30 seconds, she would've been met with the sight of him outside her dorm. Suppose he'll give them to her in the morning, not wanting to leave the comfort of her arms just yet.

And Bakugo hopes she'll forget about his earlier slip up of mentioning how he looked at every single valentine card he got.. in hopes to find hers. Remembering how he scolded Kirishima to look through the pile another time just in case he missed it.

Alas, he can finally drift off to sleep... knowing he'll never have to stay up past his bedtime for another valentines day again, waiting for a specific someone to show.

Because she'll be beside him, just like right now.

A random thought crosses his mind and he chuckles, causing her to look up at him with a curious expression, broken out of her little daydream before bed.

"What's so funny?"

Saving her the embarrassment, he simply shakes his head and pushes her head back down to his chest, "nothing just sleep would ya? It's late."

"...okay, night katsuki."

"yeah night."

His hand caresses the back of her head, feeling the soft sensation of her hair beneath his fingers, and smiling to himself at his previous thought.

She put on cherry chapstick huh... knowing it's his favorite fruit.

Who's the dork now?

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zraiusxo · 2 months ago

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omg omgggg i always see your notes in a lot of Hange fics, and Im sososoo glad you're writing!! 💟

May I request a college au where reader is a reserved, quiet, and really kind freshman art student (kinda like fluttershy) and Hange is a charming chemical engineering student. Reader's friends warn her that Hange is in the cof of playboys and stuff who don't take things seriously. And Hange knows this but they fell in love with the reader and came to truly love her so they want to prove themself but they have this fear of commitment due to past unsuccessful relationships. Maybe a bit of angst plss 🙏🙏 tytyyyyy no pressure to write this, I'm just happy to see your fics here!! 💟

♡ no warnings. not proofread. fluff.

Hange Zoë Oneshot♡ Sketching Chemistry

The buzz of Paradis University’s courtyard was an ever-present hum — sneakers on concrete, chatter between classes, the clink of coffee cups at the nearby benches. Spring was barely clinging to the air, and early afternoon sunlight slanted across the fine arts building, where you often sat cross-legged in the grass with a sketchbook balanced delicately on your knees.

You were a vision of quiet, almost intimidating beauty: dark sweaters, pressed skirts, the sharp edges of your style softened only by the worn-in leather of your sketchbook. Most people in your university knew you in passing as a pretty freshman art student, always with a pencil tucked behind your ear, always lost in some far-off thought.

You weren’t naïve — just resolute. You knew your world, knew what you wanted, and didn’t offer your company lightly.

It was at one of Sasha’s notorious "pizza on the lawn" Fridays that you first really noticed Hange Zoë.

They were laughing hardly with Miche, who was half-laying on the grass in a dark green shirt with his drink spilled all over his jeans, cursing under his breath. Hange wore a white tank top that showed off their tan and toned arms dusted in a few tattoos, cargo pants tucked carelessly into scuffed boots. Their glasses caught the sun every time they tilted their head to speak, and it felt like Hange’s whole presence glowed with reckless, unfiltered charm.

It wasn’t the way they looked that caught you. It was the way they listened.

Eyes lit up with genuine attention, mouth half-quirked in some secret amusement even when they weren’t speaking. They made every person around them feel important, like the center of the universe for a moment.

You lowered your sharp eyes back to your sketchbook.

Dangerous, you thought.

And as if summoned by your glance, Sasha plopped down next to you with a fresh plate of pizza.

“Careful around Hange,” she said, voice muffled by a mouthful of cheese. “They’re part of Miche’s group. Y'know— full of heartbreakers. Ya know the drill.”

You raised an eyebrow, barely reacting, fingers holding the pencil that were still tracing gentle lines across the paper.

Connie, sprawling out on Sasha’s other side, chimed in with a snort, “Miche, Erwin, Levi — they’re all tight. Real smooth, real shiny, until you realize they’re allergic to, like, anything serious.”

You listened without looking up.

“Hange’s probably the most charming of all of them, though,” Sasha added thoughtfully. “Smart as hell. Chemical engineering, I think. Popular too. But commitment?” She let out a dramatic pfffft. “Forget it.”

A hum vibrated against your rosy lips noncommittally. You didn’t need a warning. You’d learned long ago that you didn’t offer your heart to anyone who hadn’t already bled for it.

It started slow.

A week later, you found Hange on the second floor of the library, tucked into the engineering section with a battered laptop open and papers strewn across two desks. They looked frustrated, brow furrowed, one hand raking through messy brown hair.

When they caught you glancing over (your studio class was doing a project involving chemical pigments, and you were half-lost yourself), Hange grinned.

“Hey! Art genius. Help a desperate nerd out?”

You blinked, long eyelashes fluttering, wary.

“I’m not a genius,” you said flatly, adjusting the strap of your leather bag. “And I’m not sure why you’d need help with art.”

Hange shrugged, unapologetic. “Genius recognizes genius, you know? Plus, you seem way more organized than me.”

You almost smiled— almost— before turning to the shelf, swiftly plucking out the textbook you needed.

Hange watched you like you were a riddle they wanted to spend the next ten years solving.

Hange started appearing everywhere after that.

At your favorite study spot near the quad, lounging nearby with a mechanical pencil tucked behind their ear.

At the campus café, scribbling equations into a grimy notebook while you nursed your favorite iced coffee.

At Mikasa’s casual hangouts, where they’d somehow maneuver to sit near you — not so close that it would be obvious, but enough that you’d feel the hum of their presence like a low electrical current.

They were patient with you, to a degree you didn’t expect.

No flirtatious touch. No crude jokes like Miche might've made. Just conversation, bright and winding, questions about your art, your inspirations, your favorite late-night snacks when deadlines loomed.

You wanted to resist.

You knew what your friends had said. You knew better.

But Hange made it hard to maintain your careful distance.

There was an earnestness to them— a way they leaned in when you spoke, like your words were the most important thing they'd hear that day.

And yet, you noticed the cracks.

You saw the way Hange would sometimes falter mid-laugh, a flash of something tight and scared in their eyes.

You heard the way Levi would caution them gently, "Don't screw this up," he'd mutter under his breath, more warning than joke— not that he was the type to joke around anyway, when Hange lingered too long around you.

You realized, slowly, that Hange wasn’t like the others because they didn’t want to be.

They had been before— careless, breezy, easily moving on from one shiny thing to the next. They had loved and been left. Left and been hated. Somewhere along the line, love had become synonymous with failure to them.

Commitment terrified Hange.

Not because they didn’t feel enough.

But because they felt too much.

One late night, under the soft pool of light from the streetlamps near the empty art building, Hange finally said it.

"I’m scared, you know." Their voice was low, almost hoarse, as they stuffed their hands into the pockets of their jacket. "Not of you. Just... of ruining things. Of wanting something too badly and then watching it die."

You closed your sketchbook slowly.

The night was cool against your skin. You could hear your own breathing.

“I don’t need a promise from you,” you said softly, the words steady despite the ache in your chest. "I just need honesty."

Hange looked at you like you were the first kindness they hadn’t had to earn.

A beat of silence stretched between you, golden and fragile.

"I’m trying," they said finally. "Really trying. I... don’t want to lose you before I even have you."

You reached out— slow, deliberate— and took their larger and much rougher hand in yours, your soft skin brushing against their callouses.

It wasn’t a declaration. It wasn’t forgiveness for things they hadn’t done yet.

It was an invitation.

And Hange, for once in their reckless life, stepped forward instead of running away.

You studied late into the nights at the café. Hange dragged you into impromptu ramen runs at 2 AM. Mikasa rolled her eyes but smiled whenever she caught you both tucked together on the quad, your sketchbook balanced on Hange’s knees while you argued about color theory versus chemical structure.

And little by little, against all odds, Hange Zoë— an infamous charmer, secret romantic, brilliant disaster— started building a home in your heart.

And for once, they stayed.

♡ a/n: i have sooo many hange college au reqs, send help.

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yanderes-galore · 9 days ago

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TMNT 2012 Baxter Stockman romantic concept? Pre and post mutation? (If you can't do both then just post mutation)

I personally prefer human... But I'll do both for you.

Yandere! 2012! Baxter Stockman Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Stalking, Blood, Delusional behavior, Secret recording, Dude can't cope, Kidnapping, Dubious turned forced relationship.

Human

Baxter is surprisingly still an intimidating yandere.

Or at least... He can be.

For the most part he switches between being a dominant and submissive Yandere.

I imagine if he actually liked someone in this world he hates?

I feel like he'd actually try to make you like him before going full crazy, y'know?

He hides the red flags a LITTLE bit.

Baxter, as a human, seems like a guy who would enjoy coffee dates with you...

While simultaneously stalking you through new inventions he tinkered with.

It would not surprise me if you went on a date ONCE with him and he became obsessive.

He borders on pathetic Yandere but also can't be taken lightly?

I genuinely feel he's simultaneously trying to be a good person to get you to like him... while ALSO being a huge creep.

You just kinda know him as a shy nerd who obviously doesn't get out much and hates his job.

Dates with him aren't horrible if you don't mind him rambling about himself and his tinkering.

I feel he genuinely wants to impress you before he goes full villain.

He shows off inventions to you, he attempts to go on more dates...

Dude gets desperate when you say you're busy.

The second he's able to make better machines, he's showing you those too.

Especially the Mousers.

Admittedly it's impressive... but you start to be concerned about what he plans to use these ideas for?

Honestly, having him as a boyfriend or even just for a couple of dates is a bit... intimidating once you learn of his true nature.

Sure, he's shy and acts a bit meek towards the person he likes...

Yet at the same time he's attaching trackers to your belongings and using Mousers as cameras to stalk you.

Even if you turned him down after a couple dates, especially when he starts getting involved with Shredder of all people...

He NEVER gets over it....

Even when he's working on Foot Soldiers for Shredder, He has another tab open on his computer just tracking and recording you.

Whenever anyone asks he just responds in the most unhinged way possible.

Baxter would probably respond by calling you some affectionate nickname.

If the nickname 'Pookie' existed at the time, he would PROBABLY call you that.

People of course think his obsession is creepy.

It would be bad enough if you were dating... It feels worse that you broke up.

Yet it's not like the Foot Clan comments on it, not their business and the man is smart.

The Turtles WILL be concerned for you, this random hero being stalked by a villain they created.

Imagine if Baxter STILL tries to impress you.

He's building bigger robots and metal suits, practically strutting to your home to show you.

He wants you to miss him.

He wants you to take him back.

Hell, He'd probably even kidnap you.

He'd ramble the entire time while trapping you, telling you how you could've been perfect.

He isn't that weak and pitiful man you first started dating anymore!

He's stronger, smarter, and has so much more power.

If you're lucky, he'll take you back~!

You just need to grovel a bit for him... Make it worth his while.

He doesn't accept the idea of you moving on or getting someone else.

He thinks you're cheating or just confused.

After all, you MUST love him!

If you're with someone else, he'd probably threaten them with his machines.

Maybe send a couple Mousers to bloody them up for Baxter's entertainment?

He's so delusional he feels you still love him.

He feels he's so great that you must still love him.

You must just be... insecure.

Don't worry, he'll take you back~

I feel you'd only be free of this when the Turtles come in.

They originally just plan to beat up Baxter like usual, only to see you in a cell?

Baxter is treating this like a lover's spat, while the Turtles just get... increasingly concerned for your safety?

The good news is the Turtles will save you, yet I can't guarantee Baxter will let you go.

Mousers still watch you outside your window or in your closet, occasionally beeping.

You have almost become used to it....

In fact... The second the Mousers aren't active... You don't really feel relieved?

In theory, this should mean your stalker is gone...

Except you don't feel safe...

The Mousers are gone... but you still feel eyes on you.

Mutant

When Baxter mutates into a fly, I'd argue he's worse than he is as a human.

He's more aggressive and sadistic, incredibly intelligent too.

He relies more on his mutant abilities now.

I have a feeling he would remember the feelings he had for you before he was a mutant... and things go to Hell from there.

He's more delusional in this state due to his dwindling sanity.

There's a twisted sense of obsession he feels towards you... but he's more cruel you.

He accuses you of using him, of him thinking he wasn't truly worthy of your love.

You honestly want nothing to do with him, siding yourself with the Turtles who were previously your saviors.

Baxter keeps flying by your window, staring at you while you sleep.

You often try to hide from him, but he knows exactly where you are.

You're paranoid, looking anxiously around for trackers that he could be using to find you.

Unfortunately, you find nothing.

Not anything you can find, at least.

He definitely claims he still loves you, but it's different than before.

He isn't trying to impress you anymore, he's trying to force you to be his.

He doesn't care if you're scared, in fact he's enraged when you try to get help to run from him.

He DESERVES you.

He's so tired of playing nice and you trying to distance yourself.

Fine! This fly won't be nice anymore!

He'll just watch your every move... plotting every outcome....

He's still possessive and jealous.

Except he's way more willing to do something about it now... that's more lethal.

Actually, not even lethal.

Those he's jealous of become new mutant experiments for him to toy with.

Speaking of mutant experiments....

Baxter may come up with an idea to make you all his forever.

What if he makes you a mutant?

If you're a mutant... No one else will love you...

No one but Baxter.

It's an idea that makes him giddy.

He'll pick the perfect animal, maybe even another insect.

Then he'll work on kidnapping you to be his new experiment.

This way he can have you all to himself.

No need to share if you get rid of the competition, right?

Baxter may even murder in either form.

He could've done it with his machines... or as his fly form.

Yet murder, with all its blood... is something that comes much easier to his cohorts.

He prefers to force you to be his with a little bit of Mutagen.

He'll control it, give you a controlled mutation to keep your sanity.

Yet afterwards... You'll be all his.

It's terrifying when he kidnaps you, the large fly mutant breaking into your home to swoop you into his arms.

You're trying to scream, he covers your mouth as he flies you into the sky.

Sure, be scared, he doesn't care much...

He feels so much better as a fly.

You'll feel great too when he mutates you....

All I can say is hopefully the Turtles come to break you out again.

The fly acts fast, shoving you in a glass container before working on a machine.

He gleefully asks what animal or insect you enjoy, buzzing about as he plans ways to get such DNA.

You, on the other hand, are shaking like a leaf.

If you're lucky... the Turtles can come in and bust you out again.

But even then... How long until Baxter decides to come for you again?

It's obvious he doesn't handle rejection well.

Yet mutating isn't a pleasant experience either...

It's painful, you become an outcast...

But Baxter is there, excitedly buzzing.

He's so happy when you mutate!

Now you two can truly be together forever!

NO ONE will steal you from him!

You're all his.

Baxter, in either form, is someone who doesn't accept you not loving him.

Like the house fly he becomes...

He's just as difficult to remove from your life and home... determined to steal your attention no matter what.

#yandere tmnt #yandere tmnt x reader #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere baxter stockman

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let-us-cultivate-our-garden · 2 months ago

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Hi, I love your criticisms of TOH!

I've read the criticism (not sure if it was in your post) that redeemed characters in ToH become "Luzified"-meaning they gain the same characteristics as Luz and become the same "dorky nerd" archetype after being "redeemed" or joining the heroe's side.

I want to ask for your opinions on this sentiment, and if yes, if you could elaborate why you think so.

Thank you for your kind words!

To be honest, I'm rather tapped out on talking about toh; I've said what I needed to say and I just feel like I'm being repetitive.

But to answer your question, yes, there is a pattern of redeemed characters becoming "Luzified" once they join the good guys. Lilith becomes the Cool Aunt, wears glasses, and is into history and architecture. Hunter becomes interested in their in-universe version of Star Trek and wears that Three Wolf Moon shirt. Camilla (even though she was not an antagonist) is also revealed to be a secret nerd. In Amity's case, it's at least justified since it allows us to see a different side to her without feeling like pandering.

I think part of the reason why we see this pattern of "Antagonists Becoming Nerds" is that it provides a stark contrast to their antagonistic selves and also foreshadows their eventual turn; Lilith as the head of the Emperor's Coven is austere, dressed in all black with an intimidating presence, but she is still trying to heal her sister and is being manipulated by Belos. Hunter as the Golden Guard is cocky and a fighter, but also an abused teen trying to appease his uncle. Amity is haughty, a bully, but also a kid who is under the thumb of her domineering mother.

The problem is that when they do change for the better, they seemingly shed any of their previous personality traits; they become defanged so to speak. Lilith is too much of a dork, Amity becomes the Loving and Supportive Girlfriend, and Hunter becomes the resident whump character. They all become broadly nice and all happen to like nerd things because aren't they oh so relatable?

Imagine if Zuko lost his fiery (pun intended!) temper and sullenness in favor of being goofy and cheerful like Aang?

It also doesn't help that all three of these characters have someone to blame for their actions (two out of three have Belos as a narrative scapegoat). Fans have frequently argued that post-redemption, these characters can finally heal and embrace their true selves. Which is fine, but it's pretty underwhelming that the show only knows how to write one type of redemption arc: Antagonist stands in Luz's way BUT they have a secret soft side that is being exploited by Belos! Once they are free they can at last be themselves and we'll even change their hairstyle as a symbolic representation of their ✨growth!✨

So, in short, redeemed characters feel like they morph into the same Nerd character because the crew only wrote one kind of redemption arc with the same resolution.

(I did not include the Collector as a redeemed antagonist because his arc was so embarrassingly bad and had so many retcons it gave me whiplash)

#asks #the owl house #toh criticism #toh critical #toh hunter #lilith clawthorne #amity blight

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hibiscuslovecandles · 26 days ago

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Official introduction to Nini Farrington!

Nini is a certified rich prick who cosplays poverty to look cool and tries to hide her four generations of wealth a secret from her poor friends.

v More info about her below v

She's 17 years old just like the guys

She'd be voiced by Megan Fahlenbock

She is not apart of the Eltingville club nor is she a nerd, she is Pete's next door neighbor...on the weekends.

Lives with her dad in Eltingville on weekends and lives with mom and her step dad on the upper east side on the weekdays

She's a chronic smoker, she steals em from her dad and he doesn't really care

"Aight!"

Strictly dates black guys and "hood" white guys

"I got court"

Always has 50 Cent or Eminem playing from her sedan

She drinks Surge.

Has an Xbox

"Wanna play in the woods? I have machetes."

"We should prank my dad."

Loves South Park

Plays Grand Theft Auto

Inflatable pool filled with leafs

Draws the "Cool S" all the time

Loves Cheetos

"You want to go?!"

Slipknot, Godsmack, Creed, and Jay-Z would be on her mixtape

Frequent user of Limewire

"Foo"

Nini -> Bill: She calls him slurs. Some of which she definitely CANNOT say. She doesn't even know his name, just calls him "nerd shirt" and she wants him dead.

Bill -> Nini: He calls her slurs. The hatred is mutual, very much a "I want to bang her to knock her down a few pegs" thing on his end.

Nini -> Pete: Nini finds Pete annoying and a weirdo but she won't snitch if she sees him sneaking back into his house after curfew

Pete -> Nini: Pete finds her too much of a bitch to even find attractive. These two are always complaining arguing but they have similar views on women...

Nini -> Josh: She audibly gags whenever he's near, at first it was accidental, now she does it on purpose to let him know he smells like shit. She has tried having a genuine conversation with him before but she just eneded up cringing throughout the entire thing.

Josh -> Nini: He's intimidated by her. She isn't a particularly nice person and it just gets worse when Josh is present. Josh thinks she's in need of anger management and doesn't see how pointing out her boob acne warranted her breaking his nose.

Nini -> Ironjaw: They have spoken and hung out with eachother on multiple occasions but she can never remember who this guy is so everytime he walks up to her after they hang out to her it's their first time meeting. Grossed out by his spitting everytime.

Ironjaw -> Nini: Definitely offended at first when she keeps forgetting who he is but at this point he just deals with it. Actually, pretty decent friends with her, even if she calls his interests, childish and tells him to grow up. You'll always see these two laughing their asses off in the background over a joke the other made.

Nini -> Jane: Nini finds Jane's whole witchcraft stuff freaky and suddenly becomes religious everytime it's mentioned, Nini also finds Jane's whole alt thing weird and frequently calls her emo and definitely asks for a "wrist check". They aren't friends by any means but they both want Bill dead so Nini is definitely down to plot with Jane

Jane -> Nini: Jane calls Nini a slut and tells her to put a bra on everytime Nini calls her emo or asks for a wrist check but overall gives little to no care for Nini. The two of them do team up from time to time to attempt to kill Bill, almost becoming friends each time over their shared hatred but still remaining weirded out by the other.

Nini -> Jerry: She thinks Jerry just needs to lock in to get girls. Nini will frequently just sit next to Jerry on a bench or something and just start talking about her day and play keep away if he has anything nerdy on him like a comic, cards, etc. Nini thinks his reactions are entertaining and so that's why she keeps dragging him to hang out with her. Nini sees him as the lesser evil of the club and enjoys being friends with him

Jerry -> Nini: Jerry IS NOT Nini's friend. Does not understand why she's talking to him and is scared to ask why, after she broke Josh's nose he's just been avoiding her but she keeps finding him! He can't tell if she just doesn't have social skills or if she gets off to seeing him trying to squirm away from her hug.

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the-ace-with-spades · 1 year ago

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Bradley was a total loser in high school but in the way that he was still liked by everyone. He was all over the place, playing baseball, doing theater (mostly musicals...), and keeping up with all the 'nerds' in his year in maths and physics, a mathlete, all to make himself a good candidate for the USNA. He'd also go to youth military camps during summer and worked a part-time job since he was a sophomore.

Everyone at school knew of him, but he was so closed off that he was a mystery to many, which in turn made him have close to zero friends, but people liked him and he was never bullied. This was partially due to being too busy to have friends, partially due to him being afraid to bring friends home (because of Mav and Ice's secret relations...) and partially because Bradley had a hard time making friends in general — he's been moving around a lot as a kid and often had to swap schools mid-semester but also had more trauma and issues than your average kid.

And a lot of the kids who did try to befriend him were intimidated —Bradley was a chill, friendly, and nice guy on the surface, very talented as well, seemed not to care about other people's opinions and just did his thing, but then the minute you learned more about him, he was intense. He had his whole life planned already in a way most teenagers do not — chose his college, chose the job he wants, has been preparing for it for years already. Military camps, pilot licence, science on a level suitable for aerospace engineering, multiple side hobbies, all successful, deep knowledge of the military and political scene, all before he even finished high school. To the kids who learned more about him he was cool, but in the 'he seems like a future legend' way, almost too picture-perfect. It was very isolating for Bradley but also something he carried into adulthood out of haplessness — he can be the heart of the crowd, but he's never close with anyone, opposite of an open book, always trying to do his own thing while trying to not care about what others think (this has also been exaggerated by what Mav did to his USNA application...)

Jake was from the popular crowd but a lot of people only pretended to like him. He was the football star and had pretty good grades, took part in the debate club and also volunteered with their church — in their small town, he was the perfect golden child. Every parent wanted their kid to be like him. A lot of people only befriended him because they thought being friends with him would also put them on the same pedestal and were pretty fake, disliking him behind his back.

On the inside though, he was just the local farmers' boy who always gave all of himself to others, no matter what it was. His humility was genuine at the beginning but when everyone questioned him and called it fake, he started to have an attitude just to appease everyone's expectations and not be eaten alive. He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life but he tried to give his best whatever he wasn't doing — so a lot of the things he did were what he felt was expected of him. He's tall and athletic, their football team is good — he should join. His dad never finished high school and wanted his kids to have a good education — so he tried his best to make him proud. His mama ran the local book club and helped the church and their pastor almost every day — he should show that he inherited some of her leadership and good, god-lead heart. It even went to a point where he knew he wasn't interested in girls at all, but felt like he had to try because that's what teenage popular boys do — they date, they hook up, they have crushes.

Choosing to go USNA and deciding he wanted to be an aviator was the first thing he did for himself (after letting himself develop a fascination with flying and planes first) and so many people were disappointed with him — so many people said he was wasting his potential, a career in varsity football, any other potentially well-paying, respected jobs he could get if he went to a good college and not joined the military. Every single adult discouraged him from it, telling him how he's not going to do well and how he had more options than almost all of the kids in their town. Even his own parents were, well not unsupportive but also not very supportive. His dad who had been drafted, openly discouraged him from joining the military and often said he should not waste all his hard work.

(The above was brought to you by a fic idea: Bradley didn't go to his high school reunion but when Jake gets an invite for his, he feels like he needs to go to prove something to himself - that all the people who said he's wasting his potential and who pretended to like him to be in the right social circles were wrong and that he's happy and satisfied with his life.

He and Bradley are together at the time and he decides to take him as his plus one. This proves to be another challenge — taking his boyfriend to his small, kinda homophobic town, and trying to fight off the reality and judgment from all the people he's always wanted to please and prove something to.

Especially since Bradley doesn't completely understand why Jake wants to do it — he can see how badly it's affecting him and he just doesn't get the point of doing something or interacting with people who make Jake feel shitty about himself. He's conflicted between being supportive and calling Jake out on how self-destructive and pointless the whole reunion is for him.

Also: Jake's parents and Jake's ex-girlfriends. Disaster waiting to happen.)

#tgm #hangster #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #this is also brought to you by me finding out my elementary school had a reunion

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