#never post there cause of how stupid it is

[acid-ixx]

brutus: the only fucked up thing in the world is you

— masterlist !

let me pitch in another idea before i forget about it, but picture this: a oneshot (or mini-series) based off of "ma meilleure ennemie" where it's platonic yandere batfam x brutus! reader (inspired by jinx in arcane though) x yandere! conner kent. don't mind this at all, i'm trying to flesh out the reader's past in a shorter post 😭

you guys get the general gist. you get adopted by bruce wayne, neglected by the same father all throughout, hurt yet desperate to please your family. though instead of giving up and moving out; you take it in yourself to try to become a vigilante like them, without bruce's supervision you'd be out at night in your stupid costume and determine smile—

fighting crime with an (unsure) grin like your idol, nightwing, in gotham of all places.

in your measly trial of becoming a hero, you fuck up and nearly die at your first try by a criminal attempting to gun you down, if not for the familiar face of tim's best friend, a man you occasionally find yourself staring in awe at every time he visits.

you meet superboy face to face, he charms and saves you from nearly dying. it is him who helps and supports you with your journey, and for the first time in a while you feel seen.

not by your family, not by the vigilantes you idolize— but by the same hero seen as only a mere clone by most.

you quickly fall in love with him, he does so too. that's how your typical romance with the hero goes. it's through his willingness to always assure you that he's yours and that you'll never be alone with him that you dismiss the ache in your chest at another day being ignored by your family, by the flutter in your heart at how you met the one.

he kisses you like you mean the world, he holds your hand every time the doubt becomes too much, it's him who swipes your hair away from your sweaty forehead and tear-stained cheeks, just to let you nuzzle into his leather jacket; to feel and melt into warmth of his blazing chest.

and through it all, you're unaware of just how much he truly loves you from the start, how his heart beats for you and only you.

then one night, in a time where you're without your boyfriend who was in a mission in another dimension, is when you finally see them, your family, huddled together in one of the corners of the alleyway, struggling with a particular fight, that you decide it's high time that you disrupt the flow and help.

you try so, with one of your handmade weapons, but instead of it exploding successfully, out of reach in your family's perimeters, it inadvertently causes the buildings in the alleyway to collapse with its impact. it kills not only the criminals they're fighting, but countless of civilians in the process, and you're the perpetrator of it all.

... standing in front of the mess you made, blood on your makeshift combat boots. you always make a mess of things, that's why you don't belong, that's why you nearly died at your first night if not for your boyfriend saving you. and now, under the cast of the moonlight—

you're the villain in their eyes.

they don't even acknowledge how you share the same glinting orbs of the ghost that always stares at each and every one of them sullenly. they don't notice the familiar shadow your hair casts, or how you're shaking and silent all throughout the entire scene.

... as if it's the first time you bare witness to such a gruesome sight of gore and scattered flesh.

they don't see that, they don't see you, as always.

all they see is red.

red that stains at the crown of your head, all throughout the soles of your shoes.

bruce doesn't hesitate to beat you black and blue once he gets his hands on you, uncaring for the loud wails (he doesn't know you're crying for the people you killed...) and tiny whimpers that escape your throat, the others don't even pull him back, watching the scene unfold like they're mere bystanders rather than... heroes who could've saved you.

and just when you're about to make a run with one of the openings, he rips at your clumsily disguised mask and comes face to face with you, hoping that he finally sees his child.

but he doesn't flinch back, he doesn't even recognize you, let alone how young and naive you truly are to the cruelty of the world. he sees a monster, he doesn't hear you call him 'father' the meek apologies, or the sorry way your hand braces itself on the merciless impacts on your face.

only for your nose to crack and drip with blood either way, for your eyes to bruise into disgusting shades of purples, blues and yellows, until you're a mess of pierced, delicate skin and impalpable flesh.

you want to die the harder you feel your bones crack under the pressure, you want to die, even when someone finally ripped him out of his clutches and you, and when you had released another one of your smoke bombs that was actually miscalculated toxic fumes, forcing your legs to carry you to your vehicle, adrenaline consuming your entire being despite the tears and the pain that wreck at your body.

ever since then, you've run away. to a world unknown, a city you couldn't recognize, broken heart, broken dreams, broken body. every part of you feels broken.

you couldn't even confront conner in fear that tim has already told him of your situation, you break up with him through a burner phone and change your entire appearance afterwards in fear of being recognized by the very same people who destroyed your life. you try to overcorrect by wearing the opposite of what your vigilante persona wore. you want a fresh new start, a new lease on life.

you still want to be a hero like them.

yet there's a small voice in your head telling you violent thoughts that turn into harsh screaming, criticism, insults, yells at your pathetic being.

they rip and mock at you, the voices of the damned in that wretched day became silhouettes, your tormentors who grate at your ears every time you try to sleep in your molded bed in some shitty apartment in a shitty new city. they tell you it's your fault — it is, god, everything is your fault...! — you're nothing but a worthless mistake if it meant the bat was willing enough to nearly break his moral code just to teach you a leasson.

but you're not only a mistake, but also a monster who killed people too.

suddenly, it's hatred that dictates your actions and not misdirected hope. suddenly, the line between self-hatred and the burning jealousy at how easy it was for bruce to forgive his other children's mistakes as compared to yours; it all blurs into one intangible urge to hurt once more.

the longer the voices went on, the longer you stared at the twisting shadows and were condemned to paralysis in a rotting bed to repeat that scene of carnage over and over again— the more your head feels like it's splitting apart at the seams and you forget what love, what forgiveness, what grace feels like.

suddenly, you're adopted by a villain in one of your nightly escapades.

he knows of your crimes, of your misery and struggles, and he wants to transform you into his perfect sidekick, an easily manipulated puppet in the ruse of his crimes: you let him, you've nothing worth losing for anyways.

no family, no lover, nothing worth fighting for.

you're trained mercilessly, you wear a new face that speaks of only violence and havoc brought upon the plains of every known existing thing. you learn what it's like to let go, to only cherish people who find a use in you, who reward you through your attempts. if it means causing blood and pain to the world for praise, in a man who's willing to not condemn you but ro applaud you instead.

and all throughout, you slowly start to forget about conner kent, superboy, your first love, your only one. either by the hidden shame that torments your thoughts of what your ex-boyfriend would've seen in you, or the genuine thrill of the chase from policemen ready to gun down the new threat, you.

you forget what his touch feels like, the ghost of his fingertips pressing against your waist, his featherlight kisses on your shoulders, the texture of his jacket that wraps around your body like a hug, his raven hair tangled on your fingers, and even the feel and taste of his tongue on your mouth.

every intimate moment with him is replaced by the thirst for vengeance, by the still growing need to satisfy your new mentor, just to satiate the looming parts in the back of your head wishing for a semblance of a family member loving you back.

everything was fine, it was normal and you felt the sense of twisted love and satisfaction. you could live in this moment forever, but even villains accustomed to chaos need a new change of pace—

or rather, to relive what has triggered them to become who they are now.

so it's only when you step foot in gotham, yet again, to bring true carnage into the wretched city, with enough of your protege's convincing despite the concealed fear in the corner of your eyes, that you begin to fuck up even once more.

a/n: this is shit like dumpster fire trash conpared to my other works, and it's really short too uhm, but i need to establish smth in my drabbles because i'm prone to forgetting things a lot, courtesy of my dissociative amnesia LMAO. idk half of what i wrote, i speedran it, added tags and pictures and i already forgot about what i wrote. but this is just the flow of it all so i might cringe at this once i reread it tomorrow and possibly even delete this thing if i hate it enough. hope u guys enjoy this before it might go in the dumpster 😭

[anotherblinder]

Not Your Fault

Summary || Thomas finds her alone in the rain Word count || 689 Pairing || Thomas Shelby x Reader Warnings || Angst, loss of friendship Notes || It's been a long time since I posted. Over a year,things have just been up and down. This fic is pure self indulgent, i apologize for that. Lately things have been rough with me considering my bff. I'm coming to terms to most likely loosing this friendship because I'm tired of feeling like a second thought and only contacted when they need something or to talk about their daughter. I'm sure I'm not alone in this situation but it doesn't hurt any less. Everything in here is true to what I've been experiencing for years with this friend. I was hesitant to post it but I don't see why not as they have no idea i have this blog. I'll talk to them again at some point but rn I'm just tired. I hope you enjoy this fic if you decide to read it. probably ooc so be fair warned. -Jay

Regret, that’s what she felt. It only grew with every step she took. Droplets of water dripped from her hair and face as she walked on. The rain coming down in buckets. Only picking up as she continued to walk home. How could she be so stupid? This always happened, how naïve could she have been. Her best friend, so maybe so she thought, once again pulling away for a boyfriend. It was unconsciously of course, but regardless, it still hurt. As it always happened when they got in a relationship. After a breakup they’d come crawling back, spending time, talking, like nothing ever happened. It would be good, felt like they were friends again, only for the cycle to happen again when they got a new boyfriend. Only hearing from her friend when she needed something or to talk about her young daughter.  

The woman had talked to her friend about this and how she felt. She swore she’d do better but, like she thought, they grew distant again. Feeling like a second thought and only a friend of convince once again. The friend she’d knew since they were five. Always doing everything for them but feeling as though they get nothing in return. It stung, it hurt and burned. Longing for that friendship they never seemed to have in the first place. All of it sinking in as she walked home from her friend's house that night. Feeling numb and hollow at how long it’s taken her to realize it. 

She gasped as she left a hand grab her bicep. Too lost in her own thoughts to hear the steps and voice of the person calling out to them. Instinct taking over, her other hand swinging around to hit the person who had grabbed her. But they were prepared for it, catching her wrist and pulling it to their chest to prevent her from hitting them. Calling her name as she struggled. 

“Stop! It’s me Tommy!” Thomas yelled over the rain 

“Tommy?” She questioned 

The panic leaving her system to see it was Thomas Shelby. Letting out a big sigh as the tension left her. Thomas let her go as she stopped struggling. Gently he placed his hands on her arms as he looked at her in concern.  

“What are you doing out here? You’re fucking freezing.” 

It was a valid question, one that made her jump back to reality. Feeling the cold that soaked into her skin, the sound of the heavy rain all around her. The way her soaked clothing clung to her skin. How she had forgotten her coat earlier that evening. Even with all that, there was only one thought on her mind. One she voiced as she watched Thomas struggle to get his coat off.  

“Am I a bad friend, Tommy?”  

He froze at her sudden question. It was laughable to him, if he didn’t realize she was serious. Finally taking a good look at her to see her puffy eyes and red nose, not caused by the rain. With a soft sigh he was finally able to get his coat off and wrap it around her shoulders. Taking time to fix it in the front so she stayed warm and cupped her cheeks. 

“No. You are the best friend anyone could ask for.” 

“Then why does my best friend prioritize her boyfriend more than me? I’m nothing but a second thought to them it feels. Even after I've voiced my feelings about this to them. Nothing changed.” 

“Because they don’t know what they’re fucking missing. If this isn’t the first time, then nothing will change. That’s when you say fuck’em and move on.” 

“And if it’s too hard?” She asked with tears in her eyes 

“It will be hard, but you shouldn’t try to fix something that remains broken. It’s not your fault, it’s theirs for not trying. The pain will heal over time with the right people by your side. It's better to let go than struggle on.” 

Thomas grabbed her hand and lead her away to a warmer place. Making sure to mend her broken heart along the way. 

[slowlyoats]

The Lost Boys: How They Comfort Their Significant Other 

Marko

I could see his S/O having some tough skin, so it’s on the rarer side that Marko would have to comfort them because they got their feelings hurt or someone made fun of them 

 They would need comforting for art critiques though 

Like I’ve mentioned in previous posts, Marko is drawn to creative energy, so it likely that his S/O would be an artist of some kind 

Anyways 

They don’t take criticism lightly, so when a local art critic calls their painting “a mess of lines and colors attempting to be art” they are CRUSHED

Like they refuse to leave the pigeon hole, and Marko has to bring all their meals to them for a week 

Lucky for this S/O though 

Marko is a supportive and a loyal KING 

That man brings you your meals, and lets you cry it out 

He lets you sleep all day and all night, and stays right by your side, giving plenty of little “it’s okay, I’m here” kisses 

Then, when you’ve gotten all that “sappy stuff” out of your system he wants you to get MAD

He wants you to get ANGRY 

He wants you to form a very detailed, long winded revenge plan, with some nice artistic touches! 

He loves bonding with you over art, so throw in a dash of revenge and it’s the perfect date night 

Paul 

 Paul tends to not take things seriously, and is the Prince of Teasing 

That being said he can take it too far 

He won’t notice that you are upset right away, because he probably got distracted by something shiny, or is currently trying to see how many little objects he can get in Marko’s hair without him noticing 

One of the boys would probably have to point out to him that you are upset 

If you're upset about something that he said, then he is quick to point out that he may be pretty but he’s also pretty stupid 

He will apologize right away 

Dwayne 

Dwayne’s S/O I could see being on the sensitive  side 

Comments people say about them bother them all the time, but they would never call the person out for it or tell Dwayne (though Dwayne can usually tell anyways) 

They care very deeply for their found family and don’t want to cause conflict, so they find it easier to keep moments of distress and sadness to themself 

But 

There is one topic they are particularly touchy about

Their body image 

Even the slightest comment about how they look or what they are eating can dig its claws into their subconscious 

Dwayne didn’t know this at first, and he shamefully admits it took him awhile to understand why these comments upset you so much 

But, in Dwayne fashion he educates himself on the topic so he can teach himself how to best support you 

He watches you like a hawk so that he can learn the facial expressions you make when someone makes a comment that makes you uncomfortable 

Or how you voice changes when your holding back tears 

The boys have no filter *cough cough Marko & Paul* so there have been a few comments made by them

Like one time you all were grabbing ice cream, and you got three scoops instead of your typically two  because you were FEELING ice cream that night and Paul made a comment 

“ Wooh, you better watch your figure! A moment on the lips, forever on the hips!” 

Now, Paul said it as a stupid joke and didn’t put much thought to it

You on the other hand couldn’t eat the ice cream after he said it

Dwayne PROMPTLY dragged Paul by the scruff of his collar out of ear shot, and ripped the poor man a new one

They didn’t realize how much it bothered you till that night, and none of the boys have ever made a comment like that again 

Dwayne would encourage you to eat the ice cream, but he wouldn’t pressure you. 

He would stay close throughout the night, and would only talk about it if you wanted to 

You would walk along the beach, side by side, and point out constellations together till you felt ready to talk 

He wants you to feel confident in your body, because this man thinks your the most ethereal woman he has ever laid eyes on, and he knows that confidence  lays right under your surface 

He is always whispering compliments in your ear from then on 

They always make you blush, but they do help you feel beautiful and remind you that you are loved and seen 

David 

Their significant other hates feeling dumb 

They are an intelligent, fierce being; who unfortunately really struggled with academics from elementary school to high school 

They worked hard through college though! stuff doesn’t come easy to them

They just try, try, and try till they get it right 

Their relentless 

That doesn’t mean their childhood trauma of feeling stupid had gone away though

David would never call his S/O stupid after learning this, unless, of course, he deems that they are indeed acting stupid. (Which in his eyes happens often) 

He can be an insensitive jerk so whenever you two get in a fight it’s the first blow he gives 

He knows it hurts you, that why he said it 

He always regrets it afterwards though 

He thinks giving you space afterward will comfort you, but that’s not what you want 

Comfort starts with an apology 

And he is the king of apologies 

He would find you laying on the couch with puffy, red eyes, staring at the ceiling 

He would lay down next to you, and proceed to give you the most well thought out and meaningful apology you have ever heard 

Only to you though 

No one else gets an apology from him 

His only regrets are the ones where you get hurt

[redr0sewrites]

hi rose!! since keigos birthday is coming up , and your post about the topic can you please write something about the reader asking to put christmas lights around his biceps 😞

❤️‍🩹 A/n: this is so cute i love this sm !!

❤️‍🩹 Cw: fluff, suggestive, keigo being silly

❤️‍🩹 top dividers/bottom dividers

"..christmas lights?" Keigo blurts, cheeks pink and eyes wide.

"oh c'mon, please? for me?"

"noooo"

"please, Kei? it would be soo hot. we can even take a photo! i'm sure some people would love to see you all wrapped up-"

Keigo flushes, lightheartedly hushing you and watching as you giggle.

"why Christmas lights?" he mumbles, sounding thoroughly annoyed, though the blush coating his face tells you otherwise.

"cause its sexy. maybe you can wear a santa costume too.."

Keigo huffs, blowing the longer strands of his hair that always seem to be hanging in his face up and out of his vision.

"the things i do for you.."

"so you'll do it?" you squeal, and despite himself, a smile shines on his face at your excitement.

"yea, yea, fine. but no santa costume!!"

"i'll take what i can get," you giggle, and he chuckles lightly. truth being told, you had wanted him to do this for you long before the holidays had even started. it wasn't hard to notice how attractive Keigo truly was, but there was something about his arms that made you go truly feral. you could write magnificent poetry about such beautiful creations- they were strong and muscular, but still lean and agile, with prominent veins and nimble hands to match. it wouldn't be the first time you'd gotten the hots for his body, and certainly not the last, but his arms... they were something else.

he had flexed for you a few times, stupid and silly and only as a joke, but you'd never admit how much it turned you on. while you were lost in thought, a feather whisked away to grab some of the spare holiday decoration that would now be used to fulfill your fantasies. the feather returned with a bundle of christmas lights wrapped around it, and you snap out of your stupor, grabbing the lights and eagerly instructing Keigo as you align the decoration with his meaty bicep.

"let's see how many times we can wrap this around, hm?" you whisper, leaning in to press a silky kiss in the crook of his neck. Keigo's breath hitches, and you slowly begin wrapping the strand of lights around his bicep, counting each rotation as you do so. while you focus on the task at hand, Keigo watched you, admiring the adorable pout on your lips and the way your hands gently but firmly gripped his much larger arm in place.

"11... 12... and, done! the strip wraps around your arm twelve times, with a little to spare," you grin cheekily, kissing him on the cheek and giving the lights a playful tug. "flex for me baby," you plead, and Keigo rolls his eyes exaggeratedly before indulging you. the sight of his firm bicep flexing beneath the restraining christmas lights was too much to bear for your poor, horny soul, and you practically pounce on him, letting the Christmas lights unravel and fall to the floor and instead opting to wrap your arms around his neck and suction your lips to his. Keigo happily complies, groaning into your mouth as your hands tug at his hair.

"someone's needy, huh? let's move this to the bedroom, yea big boy?" you coo, pulling away slightly to look at his flushed face.

"hh.. best idea you've had all day," he scoops you up in his arms, and your stomach flips as he holds you with all his strength. as his arms flex, he leans down to whisper huskily in your ear. "maybe we can put these lights to better use, hm? tie you down with something a bit more festive.."

oh em geeee i need him so bad. had to stop myself from making this into full on smut bc it wasn't included in the request but i might make a pt2 if i feel inspired,,, HEAVY ON THE MIGHT THO. ANYWAYS !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN KEIGO !!! IF ANYONE HAS ANY THIRSTS OR REQS SEND EM IN

[djali-de-riva]

I started writing this about a month or so ago and only just now had the energy to finish it. I've been wanting to put my feelings about this game, really my thoughts about one thing in particular, into words but every time I started to write I would get sad again so I dunno how coherent this is because of that.

ii Major Veilguard Spoilers Ahead !!

I spent about 20 min ugly crying again because of Veilguard.

Let's get into it.

I'm replaying the entire game slowly just to remind myself of certain story and plot points because everything before the point of no return is a blur; after the shockwave that was the ending I can barely remember what happened during each companion quest... Anyway, I was looking at Varric in the medical ward, after picking up Lucanis and cursing Solas as per usual and I suddenly got really emotional because it dawned on me: it actually feels like I'm mourning a friend. It feels like a piece of my life that has been there for years is gone.

It feels silly to say these things about a pack of pixels but... I went through all the stages of grief

- Denial

My friend is playing as well and he harkened onto a dialogue that Solas says and called Varric's death right in the beginning. I considered it but didn't take his assessment to heart but there were instances where I questioned why he had nothing to say or why his input only came at the end of conversations when Varric always had a cheeky remark at the ready. He still has quips but they aren't Varric. I'm pretty gullible at times and take everything at face value in video games so no I didn't catch the other clues to suggest maybe he wasn't there at all.

- Anger

At Solas, been feeling that a lot. Most of the things wrong with Thedas can be directly or indirectly tied to him, though because he was the one to stab Varric is what I was angry at the most. Stupid Egg

- Bargaining

I thought I could rationalize it: if I played Dragon Age 2 and Inquisition, I could see him all I wanted, Varric had his run and had so much screen time in other games. This is ok. This is fine.

- Depression

This came last and I felt it for at least a week after. I couldn't look at Varric, see him in a cutscene, talk about the game's ending without bursting into tears. I have never played a game that made me feel like this and I give my entire soul to the writers for being able to wrench my heart out.

- Acceptance

I know Varric is just a pile of pixels on a screen. I know he's not real and his death ultimately means nothing in the flow of the universe. But he was such a good character, beloved by so many people, I guess I didn't realize how much I actually loved him as a character. Well, enough to write this sappy post I guess.

I guess I just realized he's really gone. Like, he's there, you can speak to him at certain times but he's not real and he's not coming back. I told myself when I found out he was gonna be in Veilguard that if he died I'd be ok with it cause he's had a good run. We were besties in DA2 and in Inquisition he was a really close friend to the Inquisitor. I didn't expect the reality of his death to hit me so hard.

I think maybe it's how it happened? You don't get confirmation until the very end of the game, before then it's business as usual; some things are weird and maybe you question a few interactions but I didn't really want to believe it. Not until the scene at the end when Rook is in the regret prison, when the camera pans to the door of the medical ward are you finally confronted with reality.

Varric was such a good friend and companion and I will never forgive Solas for his actions. No redemption for you Mr Bald. Well... He is THE God of Lies, Treachery and Deceit, depending on the story. Too bad Varric's story had to end.

I've finished the game a second time earlier this week and I can safely reassure that the ending hit me just as hard. 🫠

[hkevisvlsvso]

Okay finally got something done :')

This may be kinda shit but posted it anyway cause i want to send here that better part of story(where they kiss :3)

The '~~~~' -things are just something what goes like the same in the series and i was too lazy to write them but you all know what happended there so..

And it ends on a really random point of the episode but ... . . ..

And I didn't know what to call die Wilden Kerle so just called it Wilden Kerle🥲

-yea so enjoy:

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I sit on my bed and stare at the math book resting in front of me, even though the numbers have been blurred in my eyes for ages into an unrecognizable background mass, thanks to which I can only see my thoughts very clearly. I should be doing homework, but my mind is wandering. Unfortunately, they somehow always find their way to Leon.

I have already declared to myself that I officially hate Leon, and I will never forgive him. He's a complete asshole full of himself and left me- I mean, us, for fame, even though he was the one who insisted that anyone who leaves the Wilden Kerle is a shameful traitor. He's a self-righteous jerk. And I hate him. I really, really hate him. Just because I can't stop thinking about him doesn't mean I don't hate him.

I throw the book at the wall and stand up, because sitting isn't going to help anything. I decide to go for a bike ride somewhere just to get my thoughts elsewhere.

After I've been cycling for a while, Vanessa comes up to meet me. Slowed down my pace so she can turn to cycle in the same direction as me.

Vanessa looks happy. As if nothing happened yesterday. At least she doesn't seem to miss Leon at all. I hope I don't look like that myself, although I literally couldn't sleep last night thinking about Leon and his last look all night. In other words, nothing is normal, not without Leon, and if it bothers Vanessa at all, she hides it really well.

So Vanessa smiles as if it wasn't just yesterday that Leon left our team, waves her hand after getting next to me, and says:

"Marlon called. Hadschi has finally found the owner of the last skull!"

I smile, even genuinely this time.

"Let's go."

~~~~~

Of course Markus's father was not in the bank. It's Sunday now. But where did he go?

Suddenly Vanessa notices his car in front of the museum. What the hell is he doing there?

"Let's go see."

We crouched behind Markus' father's car. I hope Vanessa listens to what he and the mayor are talking about, because I only listen with half an ear. "It would be better if you take it, Mr. Mayor. It's not safe in my house."

I loved Leon. He was actually a complete asshole, but maybe that's why I liked him. He didn't really try to please me, on the contrary, he almost always seemed to be arguing or outright begging to be fucked, but that's why he's so funny and natural, himself. He is also honest and speaks his mind directly, so when he compliments me, I know he really means it. He wouldn't just say that so I wouldn't feel bad, because he doesn't care if I get hurt by his words.

In my previous schools, many girls have wanted to date me. I agreed to the first request because I was stupid. I had never spoken to that girl, and one day her friends snubbed her giggling in front of me.

If I were to think about such things, I would say that it was quite unnerving to stand in front of some random person while she squealed and giggled and her friends stared at us, amused by the awkward situation. Finally, the girl mumbled that she had a crush on me. I didn't know what to answer so I said "okay".

It wasn't an affirmative answer as far as I know because she didn't actually ask anything, but still her friends started squealing in love and clearly this girl was now my girlfriend.

At first I thought that it could be quite nice, and that at least the girl liked me. I was naive. It started to dawn on me at the latest when I realized she was only talking about my dad or how "handsome" I was. Her real compliments were flat, and she probably didn't believe even her own tone of voice when she said I was funny. Instead, I was too quiet and too cold and sarcastic and short and my favorite dark green hoodie at the time was unfashionable. She threw it in the trash can. On the other hand, I'm quite grateful for that, because in hindsight it was really quite horrible, and my father had never liked it either.

The girl left me after two months of dating, because she said I was too quiet and distant, and I didn't care about anything but football.

Which was indeed true.

Through me, the girl had gotten to know the members of my soccer team at the time, and because of that I saw her many times a week when she came to the team's practices to see her new boyfriend. She kept winking at me when I was sitting on the bench, but never said anything. Except for one time when she came to sit next to me and twirl her blonde hair around her fingers. He greeted me in a voice I had heard too many times before, and I felt a dark satisfaction when I said nothing and moved two seats away from her. The girl stared at me shocked for a moment, as if she couldn't understand how I could not like her, and she was very annoyed when I allowed myself a satisfied smile just to show that I didn't care, and then she went to approach her new boyfriend.

A similar thing happened a couple of times until I learned to say no, and to leave people before they leave me, when I turned out to be a completely normal person, even though I have a perfect father.

Leon is honest. If he says I'm good, he really thinks I'm good.

However, he really cares about us more than he admits. He would never say it out loud, maybe he wouldn't even fully admit it to himself, but I know. He could go to any length for the things that are important to him. He is wild, in the sense that he himself wrote it in Wilden Kerle's rule list.

It's just a shame that this time he chose to care about fame more than his team, and will go as far as he needs to for it.

I wish he cares about me more than he admits.

Or: I wished he cared about me more than he would admit.

Nowadays, I don't give a damn what, or who, he cares about. Not after what he did.

Markus' father and the mayor leave the car back towards the museum, and I remember that I had to eavesdrop on their conversation. Well, I hope Vanessa was listening..

"Let's follow!" I say as if I am fully aware of the whole situation.

We walk into the museum hall when the doorman stops us.

"Is there an invitation?" he asks in the most strained tone anyone has ever spoken in. I stare at him, and then at Vanessa, as if to signal that he needs to come up with something.

"um, we just wanted to-"

"I can't let you in without an invitation", the doorman interrupts. Then, suddenly, Leon appears out of nowhere.

Okay, I admit to staring at him, and even though I hate him, it doesn't stop me from thinking about how I like his hair, or how I'm so happy to see him that I just want to hug him and have him hug me and feel his warmth against me.

I still hate him.

Leon finally seems to understand that we want to get inside.

"They came to see the new superstar. Me."

Superstar. I don't know if I should be amused or outraged. For some reason, I still missed his voice, even though I last heard it only yesterday.

Still I smile. I want him back and he's clearly helping us.

"Uh... Don't you read magazines?" I ask to reinforce Leon's words.

"Ah, I understand. In that case."

I'm not sure if Leon is just smiling in general, or if he's smiling at me.

I hope he's smiling at me.

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Guys I think I just wrote a really short part of some Deon fanfic...

It's like in s2 e12 the scene when Leon comes to the landfill(I have no idea what is it called really in the english dub version so..) and... u know.

Because i just realised that Deniz looks so sad when Leon comes while everyone else looked just angry 😭

The way how Deniz stares at that book like he knows Leon is going to leave him and the whole team but thinks that if he doesn't see it and just focuses on the book, mabye it won't really happen....

BUT, here it is. I'm really bad at english so i hope you understand it😅😅

[(Almost) all the lines were from the finnish dub, idk if it's the same in other languages but mabye it's okay....]

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I look up from the book when I hear footsteps approaching. Leon walks to the landfill looking far too casual. Traitor. A little hope flutters inside me. However, it slows down as soon as Vanessa says:

- Well, who's that? Came to tell us about your big ad campaign?

If Leon was going to apologize, he wouldn't do it after that. I press my gaze to the book and try to focus on the ancient Greek numerical codes. I want to shut out everything around me. I just want to squeeze my eyes shut, and when I open them, Leon comes beside me on the rusty roof of the car and wraps his arms around my neck and gives me something else to think about and figures out a way to get Teufelstopf back and all is well again.

No.

When I open my eyes, I'm still staring at the much too small and monotonous text of the book. Leon snorts.

- actually, I came to apologize for being so busy these days, but if you're like that, I guess it's better that I don't come at all anymore. Ever.

He doesn't know how much his cold voice breaks my heart. But I can be cold too. And I have that right. He is leaving the bunch. I stand up on the roof of the car. Leon has already turned to leave when I say:

- That's what I said too. We can do without a captain like that.

My words feel like a heavy lump on my chest, and a few more pounds are added to that lump when I realize I'm right. Leon was always the one who insisted that no one should ever leave the team. He loved football and the team more than anything in this world, as did I, and that was probably part of the reason I fell for him. But now he is leaving Teufelstopf, the Wild Soccer Bunch, us, me, for fame. I didn't think that he would be the one who leaves the team.

When Leon hears my words, something disappears in his eyes, something inexplicable. At least I think I see it. Or I hope. Or at least I want to.

He doesn't even say anything. Anger and disappointment bubble up inside me. I jumped down from the car. The thump of my feet againstthe ground makes Leon quickly turn towards me. I look at him. At the moment, I would like to just hug him on the one hand, and hit him on the other hand. I clench my hands into fists.

- I fucking koved you, I say way more toxic than i meant to. Though mabye it's just a good thing. I don't know.

I let all the pent-up sadness and frustration come out of my voice because I want him to know I'm serious. I say it so quietly that no one else can hear it, even though I want to scream it into his ear. On the other hand, I probably couldn't make a louder sound than this, almost a whisper, from the stranglehold of grief. Leon looks me in the eyes and for a few moments I may notice sadness in his eyes. Almost as crushing as my grief. Then he just closes his eyes, turns around and leaves. Up until now, I have felt that everything will be alright. But now I know that I don't have Leon anymore, everything is lost.

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It was kinda google translator english but hope you liked it.. I'm not sure if i do?

[scoliosisgoblin]

You got twitter / X?

I do but I never post there lol

if you wanna check it out it's @/jersgreenshirt

I'm on other platforms but I post more personal stuff there sometimes and I don't exactly want people seeing my family or knowing what I look like, etc

[emily-mooon]

Scott Pilgrim Characters as Text Posts but they’re mostly of Stacey and Neil cause I’m obsessed with them :]

[dkettchen]

[fear-no-mort]

thinkign about how alone and unloved morty was for all his life and rick was the first time anyobdy ever put such an amount of intense attention and dependency onto him . and rick had a whole new family and losing them made him stop seeing the value in other people as a whole and morty was the one and first thing that woke him up

[johnsbleu]

Hi, everyone! Please read this!

The next chapter is part 1 of 2 parts. I was planning to update today but after some thought, I thought it would be better to post tomorrow after i let this this post marinate for a little bit.

There are some things in the next chapter that I have never written before and it could potentially be triggering for someone. If you think trigger warnings spoil things for you, then skip this next few paragraphs.

I do not care about spoiling it in order to prevent someone from being triggered, so here are the content warnings mainly for part 2, but i wanted to give everyone enough time so they can choose for themselves if they want to continue reading it. Part two is where most of this takes place, but I still wanted everyone to be warned, even before posting part 1. This warnings will cover both part 1 and part 2.

warnings: nsfw moments, stalking, mentions of blood, hospitals, stitches, brief mentions of sexual assault. I don't dive too deep into that because it's not actively happening (nor would i ever actually write that) but it is mentioned.

If at any time you feel uncomfortable, please stop reading. I promise that I will understand. Again, I don't go into great detail and describe the situation, a character just has a post that involves it and it's mentioned.

At the end of the day, this is still a chapter of hmh, so you can expect light hearted moments and a very head over heels in love john wick. I hope you enjoy, and if you choose not to read it, i understand❤️

[23meteorstreet]

“i don’t know how you guys live with yourselves.” “one day at a time.” it’s always sunny in philadelphia - season 1

[alpinelogy]

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[james-spooky]

this is a test

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

"my education is my highest priority" everything returns to vocaloid

[mbat]

pokemon evolutions are really just

1. looks like the natural next step for this pokemon

2. thats just the same guy

3. how the fuck are these 2 pokemon even related?

4. how the fuck are these 2 pokemon NOT related?