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b3ach-bunn7 · 12 days ago

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hi i love all ur fics, especially ur shinsou ones! do u think u could write for shinsou using this prompt:

"i’m obsessed with a food blogger who writes about cheap ways to be gourmet in your 20s and i flirt with them over comments but they never post pictures of their face and ALSO there’s a really cute grocery bagger at the store down the street who teases me and always asks to join me for dinner and i definitely want to say yes"

SOMETIMES

You really like flirting with the cute cashier at your clocks grocery store. You also really like flirting with the funny faceless YouTuber in his comment section

(thank u sm for this ask i loved it)

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GOCHUJANG MAC & CHEESE PIZZA MindJack · 459k subscribers 7 hours ago · 15:39 · 679k views Description Burnt the shit out of my mouth eating this but it was worth it… [SHOW MORE]

perfect first date meal icl y/neats 6 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 1.9k [Thumbs Down]

⤷Are u asking me out rn… MindJack 5 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 1.9k [Thumbs Down]

⤷are you saying yes rn…. y/neats 5 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 1.9k [Thumbs Down]

—--

Despite what the contents of your fridge might suggest, you are actually quite a terrible cook.

You don’t want to be. If it was your choice you’d be the next chef on Hell’s Kitchen, yelling alongside Gordon Ramsey. But, unfortunately, you completely lack the skillset to even think about auditioning. You burn things, you overmix them, you undercook them. No matter how closely you follow a recipe you somehow manage to mess things up. It doesn’t help that most of the ingredients you buy are substitutes for the expensive things you really should be using. But it’s not your fault. You’re just a college student trying to get by, your low paying part time job nowhere near enough to fund your hobby. Even with the detailed tutorials made by your favourite YouTuber, you still struggle.

In all honesty, he's probably the reason you’re so into cooking. You’d found his account on a whim, when he only had about a hundred subscribers, and you’d instantly fallen in love with his content, the recipes that looked like they came straight out of a Michelin stars restaurant.

His channel is different from most of the cooking content you see. He doesn’t talk, other than the very rare occasions you catch a glimpse of the soft lilt of his voice. He uses captions that shouldn’t be as funny as they are, and lots of different angles of his cooking. It’s a testament to how good of a cook he is that he’s amassed as many subscribers as he has with only his words.

He doesn’t show his face, but you just know he’s attractive. The smooth planes of his hands that he’s not shy to pan the camera too, the flowery apron he always has on tied over what you think is a pretty muscular chest.

It only makes the fact he actually knows you even better. Well. Knows might be an overstatement. Your relationship is solely an online one, with you commenting under all of his posts and him replying every time. It helps that you’re one of his oldest fans, and so you think he’s memorised your handle by now. You even sometimes get a mention, your name sweet against his tongue as he teases you about your horrible cooking that you’ve warned him about.

Mina likes to remind you that he’s faceless, and so there is a chance you could be flirting with a seventy year old man, but you doubt any seventy year old looks like that. And if he really is a senior that does, then you think you’re okay with it.

It’s all just for fun, anyway. You guys don’t really talk outside of a comment section, both of you are too scared to cross over the line from a fan and a creator to actual friends.

Today's recipe looked incredible. That’s why you find yourself milling about the grocery store near your college accommodation. It’s a nice place, only a ten minute walk, and it has pretty much everything you could need. The only issue is, you have to look presentable, considering the fact that everyone who works there are students from UA, including your favourite cashier, Shinsou Hitoshi.

He’s cute. He’s really cute. Soft purple hair, these dimples that crease his face every time he smiles. He always looks tired, mainly because he usually works night shifts, but you think it makes him all the more attractive. Shinsou also seems very familiar for reasons you can’t quite place, but you’re always shopping in the middle of the night, so your brain is never working hard enough to figure it out.

A chill settles over your skin as you walk through the vegetable aisle. Your UA hoodie is baggy and overworn, and you pull the material over your hands. You don’t even know why you’re in the vegetable aisle. You don’t even need any. You consult your phone as you wander around, dropping things aimlessly in your basket.

When you’re ready to pay, you walk right past the self-checkout to Shinsou. He’s sitting behind the till, and when you get close enough you can see him playing block blast on his phone. You peer over just in time to see him lose. He tuts softly and you shake your head.

Shinsou glances up and the smile that graces his lips is almost instant at the sight of you.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” He nods in greeting, shutting off his phone and placing it to the side.

You hoist your basket up. “It hit one am so I thought I’d get up and get my shopping done.”

He snorts a laugh. “You know, you could be normal and do your shopping during the day.”

“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t get to see your insomniac ass.” You tease.

Shinsou rolls his eyes but you see the tips of his ears turn red. He peers at the ingredients in your basket suspiciously. The flour, gochujang and macaroni.

“What the hell are you making?”

“Don’t look at my delicious ingredients like that,” You pout. “It’s this recipe I saw online.”

Shinsou looks wary and you scowl. “What’s that face for?”

“This face is for worry.” He grabs a plastic bag from under the counter, free of charge for you. “You should probably warn the building manager.” He muses.

You cross your arms, but it's hard to look angry with the smile that's fighting to fill your face. “And why is that?”

“Make sure the building is up to code. Fire safety is no joke, Y/N.” He fixes you with a look, and you splutter.

“I’m not going to set the building on fire!”

“Only time will tell.”

Shinsou is well aware of your horrible cooking, courtesy of the countless pictures you’ve shown him of all your failures. He thinks they’re very funny. Shinsou always has advice ticjingnto fall off his tongue, because according to him, he's an excellent cook. You’ll believe it when you see it.

You take your bag out of his hands. “You just watch. Today is the day I will persevere and cook the greatest meal you will ever see in your life.” You say determinedly.

“Tonight.” he corrects you.

“Shut up.”

Shinsou watches with hooded eyes as you clumsily shove your bank card back into your wallet, his chin resting on his hand. The dark green polo he wears, embossed with the store’s logo, fits loosely against his chest. He has nice hands, you think. And nice biceps.

“I could just cook for you.” He suggests, and you ignore the soft lilt in his voice, no matter how enticing it is. “And I can assure you it won’t taste like shit.”

“My food doesn't taste like shit.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“It doesn’t taste like shit all the time.”

You want to accept his offer. You really really do. But the last guy you’d spoken to had left your crying in your room for a week, and you refuse to let any more college boys trample all over your heart. You’re sure Shinsou wouldn’t do any trampling, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. But god, if he doesn’t make your resolve weak. He seems to enjoy the little back and forth you two have, though, so you hope the two of you can keep flirting and acting like you both don’t want something more.

“You’ll see, Shinsou. It’s going to be great. I’ll bring you a plate.” You promise.

“Please don’t.”

He’s right to be scared, seeing as you in fact do burn your pizza.

STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE COOKIES MindJack · 459k subscribers 4 hours ago · 19:32 · 403k views Description Heaven in a cookie if you can ignore the obscene price of strawberries… [SHOW MORE]

sweet just like you y/neats 3 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 426 [Thumbs Down]

⤷Cringe MindJack 3 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 993 [Thumbs Down]

⤷ur supposed to flirt back.. y/neats 2 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 327 [Thumbs Down]

⤷Not on main baby MindJack 1 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 376 [Thumbs Down]

–

“You’re just over-mixing, I think. And your oven is too hot.” Shinsou’s nose wrinkles a little as he breaks one of your cookies in half.

Cookies might be an overstatement, because they’re somehow rock hard on the outside and gooey on the inside. They’re still slightly warm, seeing as you’d baked them only a few hours ago, and Shinsou is doing a pretty good job in being polite about it all. You’re currently leaning against the register as he lays them out in front of him.

It’s late, again, and there’s only a few other people milling about the store. You didn’t actually need any groceries today. You’re supposed to be finishing the essay that’s getting dangerously close to its due date, but you were bored, and made up some excuse to yourself that an energy drink would help you work better. You’d bought the cookies on a whim to see if all his culinary bragging had any bite to it.

And it did. At least you think it did. He gives you some pretty helpful advice.

“But how do I know when to stop mixing?” You ask.

“Well, the butter and sugar is hard to over mix. Once you add your dry ingredients, the second the flour streaks are gone and everything is combined, you stop.” Shinsou explains it in a way that doesn’t make you feel stupid.

You nod slowly. “I see.”

You push the container toward him. “Try one, please.”

Shinsou fixes you with a look. “No.”

“What? You have to, I brought them all this way!”

He shakes his head, pushing the container back towards you. “Don’t try to poison me while I’m working.”

Your brows furrow. You don’t actually care if he eats them or not. You just think it’ll be funny, considering the fact you tried them yourself so you know they taste like crap. You shake the container in a way you hope is enticing.

“Come on, please? For me?” You try to make your voice sound as syrupy sweet as you can.

He looks at you for another beat, before sighing heavily.

“Fine. Only because you’re begging so nicely.”

“I- Shut up.” You mumble, looking down to ignore the teasing smirk on his face.

Shinsou grabs the one that looks the least deformed. He eyes it warily, his tongue darting out to lick his lip.

He shuts his eyes. “Deliver us from evil-“

“Just try it!”

He does. A very small, tentative bite. But It's a bite nonetheless, so you can’t complain. There’s a beat and you watch his jaw work as he chews. You allow yourself to hope for a second that maybe they’re not that bad, but then he winces, pretty features creasing.

“Y/N.”

“Shinsou.”

He shakes his head. He reaches under the counter for some water. He swallows, and you watch his Adam Apple bob as he leans his head back.

Shinsou groans, shuddering. “You need to never bake again.”

“It’s not- I’m trying, at least.” You pout.

The container clicks as he shuts it swiftly. You crack open the Redbull you’d just brought. The sound echoes through the nearly empty store. The drink is cold and refreshing, and the can cools your palms.

“Trying how? Where are you even finding these recipes?” He laughs.

You grab your phone out of your pocket. “This guy I follow on YouTube.”

“I think you should follow someone else.”

You shove his shoulder. “No. I love him, he’s so cool. I’m always flirting with him in his comments, you know.” You smile mischievously, showing him the YouTube page.

Shinsou has a very weird reaction to that. His eyes widen just slightly, his mouth parting to speak words that don’t make their way out. You squint at him.

“Are you alright there?” You half joking and half asking, because he doesn’t really look alright.

His eyes search for something in your face. “Are you fucking with me?”

Your brows furrow, your phone going a little limp in your hand. “What?”

Shinsou seems to shake himself out of whatever shock he was in, because he slips your phone out of your hand and starts scrolling through his page.

“Nothing.”

“You’re so weird.” You say, but you drop it, leaning in a little closer so you can watch with him.

He nods approvingly as you point out your favourite recipes. “Wow. Amazing. These videos look incredible.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“I’m being serious!” He exclaims, and you snatch your phone out of his hand.

“No, you’re being sarcastic. Or mocking. Or both, actually.” You sigh dreamily. “That’s my boyfriend you’re making fun of.”

“Your what?” Shinsou splutters.

“You heard me. It’s only a matter of time before we make it official.” You wiggle your left hand at him and point dramatically at your ring finger.

“You’re delusional.”

“He literally wants me. Look.”

You pull up the most recent of your interaction, and Shinsou’s jaw drops a little.

“That’s you?”

“Yes!” You grin. “Isn’t it romantic?”

Shinsou just nods wordlessly. He rubs at his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “Do you know who he is? Is- Isn’t he like, faceless?”

You pat his arm. “Oh, Shinsou. I don’t even need to see him to know he’s fine. Look at his biceps. And his arms. And those beautiful hands. What I’d let those hands do to me.”

You pull up a random video and hold it up to him. Shinsou, again, reacts differently than what you expect. He doesn’t say much, just nods along to your words. You think he’s blushing.

“And he cooks? And really well, at that? I’d let him wine and dine and f-“

“Okay!” He cuts you off. “Let’s calm down.”

You laugh. “Is all this talk too much for you?”

“Yes.”

You glance at the time and curse. “Shit, I should probably get going. I have an essay to write.” You mumble.

You grab the snacks you’d brought and give Shinsou a wave. “Think about me if you get bored.”

“Definitely won’t.”

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SCALLION FLATBREAD WITH CHILLI OIL MindJack · 460k subscribers 10 hours ago · 13:02 · 679k views Description If you don’t like spicy food then grow up because this… [SHOW MORE]

that shot at the end is insta worthy 🙏love that flowery apron y/neats 8 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 1.0k [Thumbs Down]

⤷Shall I post MindJack 5 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 1.9k [Thumbs Down]

⤷yes mindjack insta page when?? post cooking thirst traps plz y/neats 5 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 489 [Thumbs Down]

—-

You were joking about the Instagram page.

Well, only slightly joking. Mindjack solely resided on YouTube and TikTok, the latter only being clips from his videos condensed for engagement purposes. You thought Instagram would be a nice place to get a little more content from him if anything else.

Your conversation with Shinsou was another stark reminder that you actually didn’t know what MindJack looked like. Obviously, it’s not like your flirting was going to go anywhere. But, on the one in a million chance it did, you’d like to know who it was you were thinking incredibly inappropriate thoughts about.

So, when you glance at your phone during your lecture after it buzzes on the table, your heart nearly falls out of your ass when you see what it is.

MindJack has requested to follow you. 56s

You think it’s a fake account at first. You have the same username on all your socials, so it’s no surprise that if someone was sad enough to pretend to be him, they’d find your account. Your comments on his videos are not exactly private.

You open up the request, glancing up at the lecturer you’ve been trying to focus on. She’s looking away and you’re sitting in the far back, so you don’t feel rude to pick up your phone with more purpose.

The page is blank. He has the same caption as his other socials, the same profile picture. If you’re being honest it looks pretty legit. And what’s the worst that’s going to happen if you accept? It’s not like you’re going to get hacked. Probably. So you approve the request and shut your phone off, not thinking much of it.

And then your phone buzzes again.

You shoot an apologetic look to the person next to you, who’s getting increasingly annoyed at your phone. You look at it once more.

MindJack

1.2k followers . 0 posts

You follow each other on Instagram

MindJack: Hey

This is getting weird now. Maybe weird is not the right word to describe it. Exciting might be better.

Y/Neats: hiiii

A few minutes pass without the reply, and the read receipt stares back at you mockingly. You pout, disappointed in falling for someone’s stupid prank.

MindJack: I have no idea what to say right now

Y/Neats: wait so is this actually MindJack

Y/Neats: or am I being punk’d

MindJack: Punked?

Y/Neats: YOU NEVER WATCHED PUNK’D??

Y/Neats: it’s like a hidden camera prank show that I might be staring in.. seeing as ur ass could be a fake

MindJack: No my ass is real

MindJack: Workijf on getting that verification

So it is him. The nerves you had that he wasn’t disappear almost instantly, and the excitement increases. Your chest fills with a weirdly sappy feeling that he’d actually taken the time to find you socials, request it and message it. Maybe all those YouTube comments weren’t just for fun. It’ll be a nice story to tell your kids, at least.

You spend the rest of your lecture texting. The conversation is stilted at first, only slightly, but you get past the awkwardness quite easily. He’s fun to talk to. You find yourself trying to stifle laughter at some of the stuff he says, and when you have to pack up and leave you immediately miss him.

And, surprisingly enough, when you make your usual nightly trip to the grocery store, MindJack seems to be on Shinsou’s mind too. Because when you rock up to the counter with only a pack of m&ms, he frowns.

“You not cooking tonight?”

“Nope.” You sigh. “I’m not in a mood to nearly burn my kitchen down again.” The card machine beeps at you to pay, and you dig around your pockets to look for your wallet.

Shinsou tilts his head a little. “But Mindjack posted a new video.”

Your eyes dart up to his the second the name leaves his mouth. It seems you can’t avoid the guy.

“Yeah, but the recipe is too difficult for me.” You shake your head. “And I have none of the right equipment.”

Shinsou nods slowly. You’re still eyeing him a little, because he looks lost in thought, and you're sure you haven’t said anything for him to look that confused. Just before you’re about to ask if he’s okay, he speaks up.

“Come over to mine tonight and we can make it together.”

This request feels a little different. Not like his usual jokey flirting the two of you do, but it feels real.

“Are you being serious?”

“I always am. But tonight more than most.”

You realise, while he’s speaking, that he’s nervous. He looks fine, but you can see his hands wringing beneath the counter where he thinks you can’t see. You smile a little shyly.

You want to. You really want to. You think texting MindJack has made the little burning feeling in your chest for some romantic attention worse. It makes the fear that you’ve been harbouring over dating dissipate, and the hopeful way Shinsou is looking at you certainly makes your decision easier.

So, against your better judgment, you nod.

“Alright.”

Shinsou looks just as surprised as you feel at your acceptance, but he recovers quickly, flashing you a bright smile that makes your cheeks flush.

“Perfect. I get off in ten, if you can hang around.”

You glance at your phone and laugh a little. “So you’re taking me out on a date at five in the morning?”

Shinsou raises his eyebrows. “A date, huh?”

You blush. You shake your head quickly. “Well- Hang out, I mean. Not a date. This-“

“Oh, it is a date.” He reassures you, his smile easy. “It’s just cute seeing you all flustered.”

“You- I’m going to wait by the front.” You say, ignoring his teasing laugh as you do.

He doesn’t take too long. Shinsou looks nice outside of work. He’s wearing one of the campus hoodies and a pair of jeans that fit him nicely. He’s got two cans of Monster in his hand and he passes you one. You grab it, the condensation cooling your hands.

“Hey, this is my favourite flavour.” You crack it open and it fizzes over your fingers.

“I know.”

“I can’t decide if that’s charming or creepy.”

Shinsou hums, holding out his arm for you to take. “I prefer charming.”

You think your arm fits perfectly between his. The sunrise creeps behind the buildings, the deep orange light warming your side. You’re used to catching the sunrise. Most of your shopping trips tend to be in the early hours of the morning, and, much like the cute guy on your arm, you’re quite the insomniac.

Conversation blurs easily with Shinsou. You talk about your course and he talks about his, and you find there’s a lot more to him than your conversations at the till. He plays bass, and he has been trying to figure out how to sneak a pet cat in without his nosy next-door neighbour telling on him.

The walk doesn’t take long, and Shinsou makes you close your eyes so he can quickly tidy up. You think you look a bit stupid standing in his doorway with your hands over your eyes, but he’d insisted.

You sigh. “Shinsou, I don’t care what your place looks like.”

“Well, I do.” He sounds a little out of breath from all the running around. “I have to impress you.”

A minute passes, and then you feel two warm hands circle your wrists. Shinsou pulls your hands off your face and you're greeted by a very handsome face.

“Hi.” He says.

You bite back a smile. “Hey. Can I look at your place now?”

“If you must.”

It’s the same setup as your place, and it’s what you assume all the student accommodations look like. The very tiny seating area, the slightly bigger kitchen and the room that’s tucked away. Shinsou place is decorated quite nicely. There's lots of vinyls hanging up around his wall, plants tucked into every corner of the room. There’s a few pictures hung on the wall and also a hole.

Shinsou sees you looking at it and laughs a little awkwardly. “Yeah, my friend is a very destructive drunk.”

“You know you’re not going to get the deposit back cause of that.” You chide and he rolls his eyes.

“I’ll make him pay. Bakugo has a shit ton of money saved, he’s so anal about that stuff.” Shinsou says.

Your kitchen is definitely your favourite part. It seems Shinsou has spent most of his time decorating this place, with the expensive cooking equipment and the fridge that’s stacked with all the pricy ingredients you never have the guts to buy.

It looks oddly familiar.

You don’t know why. Something about the counters, or the decor. You can’t quite place it. You figure it’s probably just the fact it looks the same like all the other student accommodations. It’s also nearing half five in the morning, and you think you need more rest before you can figure anything out.

“Alright! I’m ready to bake. Or cook. Or whatever we’re doing.” You cheer.

“Baking today. Scallion flatbread, according to MindJack.” Shinsou reads off his phone.

“Do you have all the ingredients?”

“Yes.”

You furrow your brows. “You haven’t even checked.”

Shinsou leads you to stand behind his counter. “I just know. I have a cooking sixth-sense.”

You drum your fingers on it. “I’m excited! This might be the first time I ever cook something that doesn’t turn out like shit.”

Shinsou snorts. He’s busied himself with pulling out ingredients and bowls. “I hope your bad cooking juju doesn’t rub off on me.”

“What- I don’t have bad cooking juju!”

Shinsou winces a little. “Yeah. Of course you don’t.”

Shinsou finishes grabbing everything he needs. He quickly tugs off his hoodie and you act like you’re not trying to catch a glimpse of his bare skin when his shirt rides up.

He rubs his hands together. “Okay, so. Grab me flour. We need three hundred grams.” Shinsou points to the bowl, and you salute.

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, you can definitely keep calling me that.”

You elbow his side lightly. Shinsou searches in a drawer for a scale, but honestly there’s really no need because you quickly dump what you think looks like three hundred grams into the bowl.

“Okay, so- Y/N, what are you doing?” Shinsou speaks around a laugh, grabbing the flour out of your hand.

“What? It’s three hundred grams.”

He looks at you like you’ve grown another head. “Are you being serious?”

You frown, grabbing the bowl protectively. “Did I do something wrong?”

Shinsou laughs boldly now. “This is why your baking is horrible. You need to measure.”

You roll your eyes as he tugs the bowl out of your hands. He pours the flour back into the bag as gracefully as he can so he can measure them again. You draw little hearts in the mess he makes on the table.

“I don’t have a scale, though. Only my eyes.” You pout.

He scoffs. “You’re not real.”

“I am!”

Shinsou decides to measure the remaining ingredients. He slides the bowl over to you once everything is inside. You’d pushed the sleeves of his t-shirt up for him and the strong muscles of his forearms are dusted with flour.

“Now mix. Carefully.” He instructs. “I need to clean the counter.”

“Okay.”

You do mix. The dough feels sticky in your hands, and you mush it between your fingers. You make a face and you hear Shinsou snicker behind you.

“Stop laughing at me.” You stick your tongue out at him and he flicks water in your face.

It’s fun cooking and actually being good at it. Shinsou shows you how to roll out the fough, how to crinkle it in the pan. You let him do that, a little too nervous to get your hands so close to the hot metal. Your eyes sting from the heat of the chilli oil and your hands are silky because of the oil you spilt, but it might be the most fun you’ve had all week.

He presents the flatbreads on a pretty marble plate.

“Wow! I can’t believe we made these.” You marvel.

“Yep.” Shinsou breathes. “Looks almost exactly like MindJack’s, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. I hope it tastes the same too.” You add.

Your fingers burn a little, since the food is so fresh. The bread crunches as you bite into it and you make a noise that sounds strangely similar to a moan.

“Oh my god.” You speak around a mouthful. “That’s so good.”

Shinsou only hums in reply. His fingers tap the table a little impatiently. You’re too busy munching on the flatbreads to notice. You’ve never made anything even remotely as good at this, which you think makes it tastes all that nicer.

“These are so nice! I love-“

“You still haven’t realised?” He cuts you off quickly.

You look up at him. He’s watching you intensely, biting at his lip nervously.

“Are you okay?” You ask, brushing your fingers on a tissue.

He nods. Then shakes his head.

“I’m okay. I just. I thought you’d have noticed by now. I thought I was being kind of obvious.” He explains.

You’re confused. The sunrise is creeping in fully through Shinsou’s open windows, the chirping of the birds and the start of the morning rush cutting through the calmness of his kitchen. It’s too early for all this problem-solving. “What the hell are you on about?”

Shinsou stammers. He tries to explain, you think, but his mouth clicks shut. Instead, he quickly walks over to the closet by the front door. You lean over the counter and watch him pull something out that he hides behind his back.

“Close your eyes.”

“Shinsou, not again.”

“Humour me. Please?”

You can’t say no to those bright eyes. You reluctantly close them again. You hear a bit of a commotion and you almost open your eyes. You fumble around the table for the flatbreads.

“Okay. You can look.”

You do. And you’re greeted by Shinsou, wearing a pretty flowery apron that looks like it belongs in your grandma's kitchen.

You stifle a laugh. “You look stupid. Is this what the big reveal was for? You-“

And then it clicks.

Because you recognise that apron. It’s the same flowery apron you’ve unfortunately thirsted over multiple times. And it’s like everything just sort of clicks. The familiarity of Shinsou’s kitchen and his voice. The weird way he reacted when you brought up MindJack. Everything sort of falls into place, and you’re not sure whether to feel excited or completely and utterly mortified.

“Oh my god.” Your breathe.

Shinsou laughs a little. “Yeah.”

“Oh my god.” You groan, covering your face with your palms. “There’s no way.”

“Have you finally connected the dots?” He teases, walking back over to you.

“Oh my god. Please don’t look at me.” You wave your hands at him but he doesn’t flinch, leaning his elbows on the counter beside you.

“Why? You’re my biggest fan, after all. I’ve been dying to meet you.” He drawls and you peek at him through your fingers.

“So I’m guessing you know I’m y/neats.”

Shinsou snorts. “You did tell me yourself. And very cute username, by the way.”

He runs a hand through his hair. You rub at your eyes as if it’ll help erase you almost telling Shinsou he could wine and dine and fuck you.

“When did you even realise it was me?” You mumble.

“Two days ago. When you showed me my own YouTube page.” He reminds you and you wince.

Your brain feels like it’s running six hundred miles a minute. Shinsou and MindJack being the same person does sort of make sense. They both have the same humour, the affinity for cooking. That uncanny ability to make you feel like your fifteen with a crush again. The chances feel one in a million, and while you should still feel embarrassed, you’re starting to get a little excited.

“You’re like, famous, you know.”

Shinsou smiles. “I know.”

You take another bit of the flatbread. It’s so good. It’s now dawning on you that you’re eating food made by it’s original creator, which makes it taste a hundred times better.

The room has been silent for a beat too long and Shinsou watches you carefully. “Have I weirded you out?”

“No! No, not at all, I’m just. I’m shocked. And embarrassed. I’ve been- I’ve been thirsting over you to your face.” You rush out, eyes darting away from the careful look on his face.

Shinsou holds up his hands. “Hey, don’t stop on my account.”

You huff a laugh. Shinsou still looks worried, though. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“The second I realised, I knew I had to tell you. I felt- I don’t know, I thought it’d be weird if I knew and you didn’t.”

“I thought you’d figure it out while we were cooking.” He gestures towards his kitchen. “It’s the same setup as my videos, you know.”

You yawn. “Shinsou, it’s six in the morning and I haven’t slept a wink. You think I have the energy to figure out this mystery?”

He snorts. “Apologies, apologies. I thought the baking was a nice touch.”

You smile. “Yeah, a little.”

“Well. Now that you know, and we’ve gotten all the awkward introductions out the way.” Shinsou looks at you again with those bright purple eyes, his hand reaches down to grab yours. “Will you finally say yes to my request for dinner?”

“Hm. If you let me help you cook, then sure.”

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anon I love u lemme lips u.. this is such a good prompt it was so fun to write!!!! And guys plz formatting all that text nearly killed me.

I hope u all enjoyed!!

#b3ach bunn7 #oneshot #fluff #mha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #mha shinsou #shinsou x reader #bnha shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #shinsou fluff

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banana-and-bread · 2 months ago

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so you wanna know who the fuck these banana bread guys are?

i think the mcyt toxic yaoi/yuri poll has put a lot of attention on us bnbers (because of how hard we campaigned last round) and i wanted to make this post in case anyone was interested in checking them out!

Banana & Bread are two mcyt who share one channel together, started in 2022. they do mostly speedruns with a twist (eg sharing controls, without using a keyboard, random potion effects every minute etc.). the main appeal of them to me is that it's just two guys fucking around and having a good time! none of their speedruns are that good, all of their "speedruns" take at least an hour* (so it's not too intense if you aren't into speedrunning)

*i put an asterisk here because most of their speedruns aren't good. it is definetly worth noting that banana is an actual speedrunner, and has has 6 world records in low% and all advancements. they also have a co-op all advancements speedrun, but that one isn't very good (18+ hours), it's just a world record bc there's no other speedrun in the category. they have videos on all their speedruns if you're intrested in those!

they've got a couple of inside jokes/bits (carrot and cake, "who's that!", cursed furnace etc) but you'll get most of them through just watching their stuff. everything they have is just on youtube, and the only other place they interact with fans is through posting fanart on their instagram, so you haven't missed anything anywhere!

If you're looking for a place to start, I recommend "the kinkiest speedrun ever..." (my first video of theirs)

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or if you want more toxic yaoi, "Minecraft But We Can't Jump" (trust me on this one)

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ok, but who are they?

both are faceless and nameless! so they just go by Banana and Bread respectively, which are actually nicknames they have had long before the channel started. which is a fun coincidence that together they make banana bread!. they have done some irl stuff ("The WORST Valentine's Dates..." might be a good one to start with), but they don't show their faces for them.

banana has been playing minecraft for ~12 years now, and is pretty good at most aspects of the game! he's built and coded 2 minecraft maps (they have videos on these too), as mentioned before had 7 total speedrun world records, and codes pretty much any twist in any speedrun they do (where relevant). bread! only got minecraft 2 years before they started the channel and so is none of those things! he's improved a lot since they started making videos but. he's just there to look pretty /j

when watching banana bread videos, i think it is VERY important to remember that they're sitting next to each other irl on the ground playing on laptops. this is especially obvious in earlier videos.

why should i care about them?

idk! they're just two silly guys having a fun time! they feel very genuine! they have such good chemistry and you can really tell that they'd be having the same banter regardless of if they were making a video. also, i don't think they care about getting demonitised or anything they do not give a fuck if they're not family friendly. they swear and make nsfw jokes all the time which is very refreshing in mcyt. idk they're genuine feel and scuffed vibe was really refreshing the first time i watched their stuff and really helped me love mcyt again.

also they're super gay

in both their scripted manhut bts and their QnA video they bring up how a lot of people ask if they're dating or not, and then actively avoid answering the question. they're just queerbaiting us on purpose now :( i love it though it's fantastic. yes its toxic <3

anyway go watch banana bread!!!!

#banana and bread #banana and bread mcyt #banana bread mcyt #please please please go watch their videos theyre so funny #my favorite video of theirs is “the DUMBEST minecraft speedrun race”#its a whole half an hour and is very fun and stupid <3 #Youtube

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lucvly · 2 years ago

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can you do chris x influencer gf hcs pls 🤍

— chris with an influencer girlfriend hcs. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: fluff, not proofread.

a/n: this is so short My bad. ☹️

— both your fanbases suspected something was going on between you two because you started following each other a while back, and honestly you were soft launching him.

— the soft launch included pictures of your date nights, faceless couple pictures, etc.

— one time you posted a picture to your instagram story without realizing you were wearing fresh love sweatpants and your fans went crazy.

— despite that incident, you both waited until you were ready, and you made one of those couple videos on your channels. “introducing my gf/bf!” it was soo cute & most people in the comments were gushing about how cute you both are.

— when your relationship first started, you both had to sit down and talk about how public you wanted to be just to clear the air about what you were willing to and weren’t willing to post.

— you two have a joint youtube channel where you do vlogs about your life, dates and travels together.

— his personal channel is much more active because he posts with you a lot. he’ll post challenges, random vlogs– at some point you started a prank war on your channel which people loved.

— he’s your personal photographer. he sucked at taking pictures at first but you taught him how and now he takes all your pictures.

— sometimes you don’t even have to ask him for pictures because he’s so willing to take them. he loves doing it + (gets hella cocky because he gets to comment “I TOOK THESE”).

— when you have to go to a public event, he’ll call you to color coordinate outfits LMFAOO he loves matching with you, especially if it means showing you off in public.

— you two do the cutest trends together. you posted a tiktok with him doing a voiceover of your makeup which went absolutely viral because he was clueless.

— the amount of fanpages people have made for you are actually insane omg ??

— chris watches the edits people make of you, it’s his favorite pastime. he acts like he never sees edits but this man stalks fanpages, watches edits, and even showed you fanfiction of you two once.

— you were invited onto the cut the camera podcast one day and people went absolutely feral over it. it was insane. you and chris were lowkey flirting the whole time and just sharing stories about your relationship.

— literally your number one supporter. he loves you immensely so every project you’re a part of, he’s definitely a fan of. you could be selling grass and this man will advertise it on his stories like he’s getting paid.

— your comments are filled with him just hyping you up. he’s your #1 hype man. (“MINE” “i took these btw”).

— he shows you off everywhere. you’re all over his instagram. he has a highlight for you specifically & it’s the cutest thing ever :(.

— he spoils you so badly. anything you want, he’s getting it for you. necklaces, rings, perfumes, etc. all yours.

— you two steal each other’s clothes and people always end up noticing because of videos, tiktoks and pictures & they think it's adorable.

— this man will deadass steal your phone and post pictures on your social media. he’ll post stories on instagram, snapchat, literally anywhere 😭. full on hacks your accounts.

— you’re that internet couple. literally everywhere. the all time favorite internet couple.

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seat-safety-switch · 11 months ago

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Did I tell you about my YouTube channel? Yeah, I wanted to get in on the whole "dirtbag car Hollywood" thing. Film some of my work, maybe get a couple B-plots going that keep the audience hooked. The usual kind of stuff. I even hired an intern from the film school and told her to hold the camera still, no matter what happened to me. Unfortunately, I had to fire her when I got a little zapped by an ignition coil and she put the camera down to call 911. I had specific orders, Suzie. That was quality will-he-survive film that you wasted on your weak human pity!

I digress. YouTube didn't really work out for me. It's not for the usual reasons – not being popular, having shitty content, or being stalked by a deranged fan who keeps throwing hatchets at my house. No, I didn't get in because of The Algorithm. I know, I know, that's what everyone says. It's some kind of ancient computerized monster that they dug out of the permafrost up north, controls the world's access to information, keeps sending you down insane right-wing rabbit holes. All of that pales in comparison to what it did to me.

Go check YouTube right now. Hey! No! Come back. Okay, while you were there, did you see a lot of thumbnails with people making stupid-ass faces next to the thing they were working on? Yeah. It turns out that the algorithm likes those. It loves to look at human faces. Sure, Google says it's because "people like to click on faces," but how often do you click on a face for fun? No, you're looking at other parts of the body. The machine has decided it likes to look at human faces. It likes to gaze into the eyes of its enemies.

Of course, being a (some would say tiresome) contrarian, I didn't subscribe to this kind of folk wisdom. No, I posted my thumbnails entirely containing the thing I was working on. Sometimes I got lucky and Suzie grabbed a frame or two of a radiator exploding. Algorithm didn't like that. Sometimes, it would show up in the comments at 3am, demanding to let it see my face. "Face reveal," it bucked at me through a thousand sockpuppet accounts covered in rage spittle, themselves ironically faceless, or drawn through a nightmare mirror by a hallucinating machine-mind. I didn't listen to this, mostly because my phone had gotten dropped on the highway when I was trying to use it as a flashlight to re-clock my distributor at 150km/h. And so, I was banned.

It's okay, though. I decided that I didn't need to be internet famous after all. Instead, I developed a healthier relationship with popularity: appearing on several garbage podcasts in order to ask them if they'd be willing to sell me their cars at a discount. Believe me, it's very fun to watch these talentless greaseballs oscillate between the urge to shut the show down and throw me out, or the need to continue to generate Content for the Content Machine. They won't kick me out no wonder how shitty my lowball offer is. Does anyone want to buy this $1000 Ferrari I got off that poker guy? I was going to fix it up for a video, but now I don't really need it anymore.

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yourlocaldummyishere · 11 months ago

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20 Corpse husband ideas

-corpse has a secret wife that even his friends don't know about, what they also don't know is that he has a kid (3 or 4) one day he introduces them to his and fans

-Corpse had a best friend when he was younger, but she moved away, years later they meet again while playing among us and they eventually fall in love (fluff)

-Corpse meets a YouTube streamer who has just as bad of anxiety and agoraphobia as him, they because best friends and later more

-Corpse meeting his online girlfriend for the first time

-Corpse and his girlfriend announcing they are having a baby

-Y/n is a big fan or corpse so her brother (you can't decide who) decides to make her dreams come true and let her meet corpse during a game of among us

-Y/n and corpse flirting hardcore. During streams, twitter, Instagram, discord everywhere and eventually irl when they meet up, they kiss and whatever else you wanna do (happy ending please)

-Corpse meeting his number neighbor and falls in love with them

-Y/n is a single mother and streamer, what if she introduced her child to her friends and they kid basically claims corpse as there best friend and later y/n falls in love with him and they become a happy family

+Y/n is a famous musician and so happens to listen to corpse husband and watches his streams(he has a big crush on her, like tells his fans and rants about stuff she does) and she does an interview and she ends up talking about corpse during the interview, after Corpse finds out he invites her to play among with his friends and later they colab on music and fall in love

-Corpse’s girlfriend is the female version of him, and his friends find out the hard way…. When she kills them all in among us and gets away with it just like him

-What if the person who owned the car bingus was a different person a female who streams and eventually finds out about corpse loving her cat and they become friends eventually start dating and nobody knows until one day corpse just post a picture of bingus saying something like ‘now I get to see bingus everyday of my life’ of something like that

-Corpse has a girlfriend who's clothing style is very different from his (very pink and softcore) who he treats like a princess, like she isn't allowed to spend her own money what so ever

-corpse will kill anyone who looks at his girlfriend wrong

-Y/n hearing corpses voice for the first time and falls in love and vice versa she has a very soft spoken voice, they flirt for moneys with each other on and off stream and eventually meet up irl and start dating

-Corpse and y/n(who is also a streamer) announce they are dating to there fans

-Jack invites a new person to play among us with them..she also has gerd like corpse and has a raspy voice, everyone is freaking out cause ‘now there is a second corpse’ except corpse cause he knows what it feels like, corpse and her flirt the whole time they are playing, they keep in touch after the stream months later they make a love song together about their love

-Corpse has a very famous girlfriend who is an actress and she comes home early during his stream (they haven't seen each other IRL in months) to surprise him and he cries and is so happy to see her and also forgets he is streaming, he talks to chat for a little bit then ends stream, him and his girlfriend go and cuddle for a lot time

-Corpse and y/n (faceless YouTuber) decide they really wanna see what the other looks like so they FaceTime each other, are they both are in awe of how good looking the other is..ect(somehow end up dating, just wasn't sure how to continue with that)

-What if corpse falls in love with a fan who has been there since the beginning of his channel, always comments, talks in live chat, sends money to him, is always worried about him, eventually they exchange discord or phone numbers and she always makes sure to check in him and eventually he falls in love with her and she falls for him

after I’m done with the series I’m currently doing right now which one should I do first?

#corpse x reader #corpse x y/n #corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband youtuber #Asking u guys for help #you decide #YourLocaldummyIsHere

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the-design-desk · 1 year ago

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#faceless youtube channel ideas #faceless youtube channel #youtube channel ideas #faceless youtube channel ideas 2024 #youtube channel ideas without showing your face #best youtube channel ideas #how to make a faceless youtube channel #faceless youtube channel niches #how to start a youtube channel #faceless channel ideas #how to make money on youtube #faceless youtube channel ideas 2023 #no face youtube channel ideas #best faceless youtube channel ideas

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toolonely1 · 3 months ago

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Someone (@ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs, thank you soooo much for letting me write this, I had so much fun with it) mentioned the marauders as Minecraft YouTubers, and… why does it work so well??? Also, Peter doesn’t exist in this one (at least he’s not in their Minecraft world) because I said so, sorry to the Peter apologists out there.

Like Remus 100% is a redstone guy, he loves learning how to make the game more efficient. I also think he found the game by accident. He was doom-scrolling YouTube one night, and he saw this video of a guy explaining the basics of the game. Intrigued, he downloaded it to see what was up, and oh, he found out. His gamertag is definitely “moony” like be so fr, he didn’t have the energy to be clever, and it’s not like he made his account expecting to become some famous YouTuber or anything. Very quickly, Remus found ways to improve the game, and he felt the need to show people his discoveries. So, he started his career by posting these short videos on how to automate a chicken farm or something, and it just spiraled from there. People start watching his videos about his new ideas, like mob farms or like elevators (before bubble elevators were a thing), and they just fall in love. Oh! He definitely has a feral fan base (all the boys do), there’s just something about his nerdy vibe that gets the girlies going crazy even though they don’t know what he looks like. Because Remus would not have a face cam, he’s really big on his privacy, obviously (he knows about the dangers of the internet), but it’s also his insecurities getting to him. He’s scared that he’ll spook his fans away if they saw his scars, so he actively avoids any comments about how he looks irl. we also know how fans react to a faceless youtuber, they loveee to fantasize about what he looks like, amd like his voicve doesnt help at all (I mean it's so dreamy). every ine is still really supportive of his choice t be faceless, there have been a few who tried to find his identity but the overprotective og fans shut that down pretty quickly. Also also, speaking of looks, his skin is definitely a werewolf head wearing a jumper and jeans, Sirius and James spent a whole day at the computer designing the skin for him (this is before they joined the game, they’re were just so proud of their moony for doing this and wanted to support him the best they could) and Remus didn’t have it in him to change it (especially when they were practically buzzing with excitement to show him).

Now, as for Sirius, I feel like he would be the builder of the group. I imagine him walking by Remus on the computer one day and seeing the catastrophe that was his world, and like having to fix it. That’s actually how he was introduced to YouTube. Remus was filming a video at the time, and his mic caught Sirius’s rant about color schemes and attention to detail, so when the video came out, Remus's fans begged to get more content with this new personality. It took some time for Sirius to actually start making videos; he wanted to learn how the game worked first (I mean, he wouldn’t want to embarrass himself in front of thousands of people). But once Sirius figured out the controls and the majority of the basics, he made his first real appearance on Remus’s channel. The video was a normal Moony video, just somewhere in the middle of explaining how he got the idea for a piston door and him explaining how he built it, in came this emo character (I’m thinking 2012 emo hair, band tee with a paw print, and ripped black jeans) named “padfoot” (Remus was already moony so he might as well have stuck with the theme). He wasn’t really in the video. Remus only made a passing comment on how “pads did promise to make the world pretty for you guys, you should check it out,” and everyone was hooked. It didn’t take that long for people to find his channel, starting with Remus’s fans who were happy for more content, but he did start gaining his own audience, too. People were definitely attracted to Sirius’s attitude (especially when he would grumble about his neighbor's advice experiments ruining his aesthetic) and his building style. I think Sirius tried to stay faceless as long as possible, but at some point, Sirius couldn't take it anymore, so he made a public insta (making sure to keep Remus out of it, he respects his friends' privacy) for his fans. Everyone went CRAZY when they saw how hot he was, like the fanfics came at an ungodly speed.

James really only joined the game due to his crazy case of fomo. Multiple days would he be looking for his roommates (because they are definitely roommates in this au) for someone to hang out with, only to walk by Remus’s room to see him on the computer talking to his fans, then to go the Sirius’s room to see the same thing. He spent a week pouting before Sirius and Remus invited him to join their fun. You should have seen the speed James had when he ran to the closest computer and set up an account. And that’s how “Prongs,” the character wearing a red and gold jersey, joined the world, completing the Marauders, which the fans loved to refer to the group as (they heard James refer to them as it in a video, and they were ecstatic to have a name for their favorite group of YouTubers). James, unlike Sirius, started his YouTube journey by learning the game. His first video, titled “You Can’t Hide Minecraft From Me, What is Minecraft?”, involved James running around the world, confused as ever. He cried when he saw a creeper for the first time. Fans loved watching James learn this game with them, it was a great change in pace from his two friends, who (they love and would never complain about) were goated at the game and instead see this himbo sob in a dirt hut. James’s fan base very quickly realized that he was not going to be this evolutionary Minecrafter who would change the game for the better, more than he was the personality hire (their words, not mine) that Remus and Sirius would spend way too much energy keeping alive. James didn't necessarily want to be a faceless YouTuber or show his face, but a few weeks after making his own Insta, Sirius posted a picture with James, and he went with it. After some begging from Sirius and his fans (people went crazy knowing the himbo in Minecraft was also a himbo irl), James went and made a profile for Prongs. He doesn't post much, but he is constantly tagged in posts by Sirius.

Everyone loved the dynamic between the Marauders: they had the brains, the beauty, and James. They tried to stay in Remus's og world as long as possible, but at some point, it couldn't keep up with all the updates, so they had to say goodbye to that one and make a new one. Fans were very upset about the end to this era until they realized they were going to be able to watch the Marauders build a new place from the ground up with all their knowledge. Watching Remus and Sirius combine their collective strengths to make all of James's wacky ideas into the coolest base known to the Minecraft world was so cool. I also feel like the boys avoid creativity like the plague. Remus feels like it's cheating, and the other two listen to him. Sirius will only use it when absolutely necessary, when a build is giving him a hard time and he like has to map it out.

#marauders #marauders au #marauders fandom #marauders headcanon #the marauders #hp marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #Marauders minecraft au

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yamiyamibleh · 7 months ago

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tokoyami fumikage & dark shadow headcanons ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

also a sprinkle of hawks bc they overlapped

very long list he’s kinda my hyperfixation character

◦ he plays slap bass and loves learning riffs from online

◦ big fan of alt rock (american and japanese) but secretly likes cute idol jpop too

◦ has one of those faceless youtube channels where he posts short clips of himself doing slap bass covers, eventually crossposts to tiktok as well and gains a small loyal following. one of his favorite jpop idol groups notices one of his covers and comments on it and he’s super flustered and freaks out when he finds out and asks dark shadow for help responding (nobody knows he has this channel except shoji who found it through the natural algorithm and immediately knew it was him and denki who caught tokoyami in the middle of recording)

◦ he wanted to continue being in a band even after the school festival (he really liked being on stage with his friends and practicing music together after classes)

◦ would have ear piercings (only 2 at most on one ear)

◦ likes sunglasses because they give his eyes a rest from the brightness of the world (revelry in the dark) but dark shadow always steals them from him

◦ idgaf what horikoshi says his head has FEATHERS not hair and they go through the average molting cycle other birds do

◦ he has to learn how to preen his feathers and is particular about keeping them clean

◦ hates the rain getting on his feathers

◦ #1 hawks glazer he fights people online who talk bad about him (he only learned to use social media for this)

◦ enjoys chatting to kuroiro (1-b) about the darkness

◦ after 1-a visits his class during the dorm king contest he is heavily reluctant to let anyone in but feels less insecure and judged after deku gives him lots of compliments about how awesome his sword and room are and everyone else apologizes for calling it scary

◦ dark shadow can come out anytime he wants but can usually read the room

◦ dark shadow is a silly little guy and he teases tokoyami a lot

◦ usually really drained from keeping dark shadow out during the daylight but is a night owl and stays up late (bedtime is usually 2am but wakes up early, somehow he is usually pretty well rested anyways)

◦ always has to ask for a straw with his drink or keep take one with him when he goes out

◦ had trouble eating when he was younger because he has to put it in from the side of his beak, dark shadow would help guide his hand in the right direction

◦ likes looser fitting clothes and tried sagging his pants like bakugo once and got embarrassed (dark shadow was cackling at him)

◦ asks sato to make him apple adjacent sweet treats (apple pie, tart, crepe, etc.)

◦ shared candy apples with eri at the school festival (and second year and third year. it became a tradition for them)

◦ enjoys training with todoroki and grew a little closer after their evacuation training (todoroki helps him calm down dark shadow with his flames)

◦ dark shadow likes receiving pets from the girls because they’re gentler and also koda (who is obv good with animals)

◦ one time koda tried to use his quirk on tokoyami (he found it amusing but explained how it was only his head that took the structure of a bird and he is just a human)

◦ tokoyami never used light as punishment against dark shadow but other people have shone bright light on him on purpose just to be cruel

◦ always sits with one leg up

◦ grew closer with denki after band and asks to practice together from time to time

◦ not that scared or awkward with girls but he never really had physical touch with them and he gets flustered easily

◦ he respects women unlike some other purple fuck (mineta) #forbiddengardens

◦ very honest and doesn’t mince words

◦ looks like he would be good at studying and classwork but finds it tedious and puts it off

◦ hangs out with shoji the most his fellow heteromorph, they enjoy deep talks and don’t put up fronts with one another. they like to talk about the state of affairs and things happening around them (lowkey tea spilling but somehow in the most respectful way)

◦ hawks thought tokoyami was the closest to a clingy ex he could get to during his reconnaissance era

◦ he gets sweaty somehow during training and running after hawks and he has to wash his feathers to feel comfortable again. yaomomo lets him borrow her hair dryer and dark shadow helps him dry his feathers

◦ he confided his worries to dark shadow when they were younger but eventually began telling them to shoji and the rest of his classmates later on instead (dark shadow doesn’t resent this decision and is glad he can trust them)

◦ sometimes dark shadow will find shiny things and drop them in tokoyami’s bag or pockets for him to find later

◦ fond of silver shiny jewelry and starts wearing necklaces and rings

◦ he doesn’t watch a lot of anime but he really likes death note (he and dark shadow watched together and dark shadow would go refill their snacks as quick as possible for tokoyami so he didn’t have to get out of bed)

◦ after he grows up he kinda grows out of his chuunibyo nature but still talks the same way (he keeps his old move names because he still thinks they’re cool. dark shadow agrees)

◦ hawks finds tokoyami’s chuunibyo nature funny but never says anything about it and plays along because he enjoys seeing him have fun and enjoying his youth being unapologetically himself (he slightly envies it)

◦ pretty observant of his classmates. he was the first to notice bakugo’s changes in demeanor to deku and knew something between them would happen soon (bk apologizing to dk)

◦ was initially annoyed by hawks’ nonchalance but really started to grow fond of him after their nighttime flight and looks up to him like a big brother (dark shadow takes longer to warm up to him)

◦ he enjoys reading fantasy books in the branches of trees in the afternoon during break, shaded by their leaves so dark shadow can rest too

◦ studies shonen anime fighting styles with dark shadow and they discuss how they can incorporate and apply it to themselves

◦ never leaves the house without his red choker (only dark shadow and his parents have seen him without it) the first time he takes it off in front of his classmates is when they go to the bathhouse on their class trip

◦ likes wearing band tshirts but only the ones he listens to (he’s not a poser and calmly answers when asked to name 5 songs)

◦ lowk biker goth, he would wear eyeliner if he could and he would suck at doing it and would ask bakugo to help (dark shadow is even worse than tokoyami) he likes wearing boots

◦ rides a motorcycle when he’s older. he doesn’t let dark shadow touch it because he would crash it immediately and he’s protective of his bike. also had to get a custom made helmet for his head because he didn’t like crumpling his feathers a lot to fit in a normal one

◦ dark shadow has a loud ass obnoxious laugh bro doubles over in laughter and he does it at the worst jokes, sometimes he’ll reflect/amplify tokoyami’s own emotions/feelings about things like speaking louder for him or laughing more

◦ does his best to not hurt his classmates or peers at all during training exercises, tries not to go the violent route if he doesn’t have to but won’t hesitate against a real villain

◦ it was his and dark shadow’s joint choice to become heroes together and vanquish the light that threatens the black abyssal darkness (idk what that means either yami is still a mystery to me)

◦ he thinks kaido from saiki k kinda lame but secretly actually agrees with his ideals. also the name jet black wings reminds him of his title as the jet black hero and he has to respect his fellow enjoyer of the dark

◦ learned how to cut apples into those cute animal shapes from koda, he likes the classic rabbit shape

#mha #mha headcanons #fumikage tokoyami #mha tokoyami #bnha tokoyami #bnha #bnha headcanons #mha hcs #bnha hcs #mha dark shadow #i love him so much i would die for him horikoshi pls #sorry for the formatting idk how to use tumblr #first time posting my bad #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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themidnightsunset · 7 months ago

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hello there

so.... im thinking of making a youtube channel where i do tutorials on how to draw like super specific things.... im thinking of calling it

oddly specific tutorials? maybe idk

like... how to draw specific characters (character studies), or how to draw like specific things like uhh wings orr a specific hairstyle. stuff like that. and depending on what i want to do and what im interested in i might do like animations and commentary and stuff too.

i prob will include like camera and stuff but im planning on being faceless (using masks n stuff like that) at least for awhile. (im self concious lol

anyways

would anyone actually be interested in content like that? i'll probably post videos and repost links here as well.

#sunset chats #artists on tumblr #youtube

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lostinsnow · 7 months ago

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obikin mukbang au

as a consequence of watching too many korean convenience store food videos to fall asleep, i can’t stop thinking about mukbang youtuber anakin and how his viewers would go absolutely insane for his faceless cameraman/personal chef obi-wan.

anakin has been making mukbang videos ever since they’ve gotten popular, garnering millions of views by eating insane amounts of junk food and talking about nonsense. however, as his channel grows more popular and the production value goes up, he struggles with making the videos all by himself. when his best friend obi-wan’s restaurant goes under and he struggles to pay bills, anakin invites (practically begs) obi-wan to move in with him and live on his youtube money, with the condition that he acts as cameraman. prideful and stubborn, obi-wan refuses as long as he can, but eventually gives in with the sole comfort that he can help anakin.

only, when obi-wan realizes just how much junk food and takeout anakin eats for his mukbangs, he insists upon stepping in as the personal chef for all his videos. cue a total shift in the menu of anakin’s mukbangs, a similar improvement in his mood, a new disembodied voice occasionally piping in off-camera, and a significant uptick in viewers. new and old fans go rabid for the slightest glimpse of obi-wan’s hand or hip drifting into frame, leaving increasingly unhinged comments. they also go crazy for the dynamic between obikin, theorizing that anakin secretly got married and won’t tell them

at first anakin’s embarrassed that his viewers can so clearly see he’s in love with his best friend, but then he realizes how much he can capitalize on their obsession with obi-wan. he starts increasingly asking obi-wan to help him with things, to try the food, to say what he thinks or how he prepared a dish. viewers naturally notice it and scream about how they’re in love and obi-wan’s his househusband lol. obi-wan’s a little weary about all the attention and would prefer for people to focus on anakin, but he allows it since he sees how it amuses anakin.

when they finally get over themselves and get together, the very first anakin thinks of is how happy he is to finally kiss obi-wan. the second thing he thinks of is how many views he’ll get when he forces obi-wan to do a face reveal and admit they’re a couple

#just my cracky 2am plot bunny #obikin au #obikin wip #shout out to g-ni on youtube aka my queen

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I Named Her Hunger

CHAPTER 2: She bruises, coughs, she splutters pistol shots

Characters: Cortney Azazel, Rowan Greer, Timothy Wright, Brian Thomas, The Operator, other plot characters

Warnings: Heavy swearing

The fear has gripped me but here I go

My heart sinks as I jump up

Watching some weird YouTube channel proved to be more time-consuming than Azazel would’ve liked. The videos weren’t long, but they were numerous and so well done it made her replay important scenes over and over again. From what she had figured out until now, these guys managed to get themselves buried neck-deep in shit. Yeah, anyone knows what happens when you mess with weird, supernatural creations that show clear hostile behaviour. Whether fake or real, the series itself was quite captivating. No wonder Mara liked it. But it seemed to have affected her mental stability, given her current status.

Azazel has been looking over anything Marble Hornets-related for the past few days. At first, she couldn’t figure out much, but as soon as her interest was piqued by the presence of the symbol and a new character, some tall being who cannot be described as ‘human’., the wheels inside her brain started moving. And that’s what brought Azazel to her current situation. There were too many theories, and she couldn’t choose. It was even worse that she decided to drag her friends into her investigations.

Faye sighed next to her, shaking her head at the messy notes scribbled into Azazel’s notebook. As her best friend, she couldn’t judge. Especially because they have known each other for years. This was nothing new to her. She’s just worried.

“Are you sure, Az? I mean, as good as these theories are, I can’t help but think that you’re just overthinking this.”

Azazel smiled at her friend. Faye was a beautiful woman of colour. Black eyes, long lashes, skin clear like a summer sky. “Believe me, Faye, I am not crazy. There has to be some sort of connection between all the victims. Every single one has the same symbol engraved on their body.”

A slender finger pointed to show at said symbol, the manicured nail tapping on the paper.

“You said it means ‘no face’, right?” Mira asked from her side, white eyelashes batting at her in curiosity. The albino woman seemed eager to know more, compared to how worried Faye was. “And since it’s connected to this faceless man,” her finger moved to point at the printed picture of said man. “Then that means that probably they have watched this series, the killer included.”

An understanding hum came from Azazel, her gaze settled on the page. This felt like solving one of those unsolved crime games, except everything was made up by a kid.

“This whole thing feels like a rabbit hole,” Faye muttered, arms crossed as she leaned back into the couch. “Like, one day you’re watching YouTube videos, and the next thing you know, you’re drawing creepy symbols on your walls and whispering about people watching you from the woods.”

Azazel snorted. “I mean… you’re not entirely wrong.”

Mira, ever the enthusiast for things that should probably stay buried, leaned forward with a glint in her eye. “But isn’t that the point? If it is real, and someone was inspired by this whole Marble Hornets thing, then maybe the symbol isn’t just symbolic.” She grinned a little too widely. “What if it works like a mark, a calling card or a beacon?”

Faye groaned. “Okay, I’m officially done.” She stood up and headed to the kitchen. “Someone better start making dinner or I’m calling your mom, Az.”

“Please don’t,” Azazel replied automatically, still staring down at the notes. Her fingers drummed over a sentence she had underlined earlier:

They start seeing him after they notice the symbol.

Coincidence? Or conditioning? She flipped the notebook closed, letting the soft snap of the cover serve as punctuation. “Let’s just hope I don’t start losing time or waking up with scribbles all over my walls.”

Faye returned from the kitchen with a bag of chips, rolling her eyes. “Great. Just jinx it harder, Az. Maybe chant the symbol a few times while you’re at it.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

As the three of them shifted into lighter conversation - talk of dinner, stress from classes, Mira’s latest failed date - Azazel’s gaze drifted to the window, and she could’ve sworn she saw something move. Was it always open, anyway? She can’t remember, so maybe one of the girls opened it. Her room was pretty warm anyway.

The next morning came heavy. Her eyes stung from sleep she barely got, and her limbs ached with the weight of tension she hadn’t realized she’d carried all night. Still, she forced herself up. Coffee, shower, and ignore the symbol she’d doodled on the corner of her notepad without remembering. It was probably old. She’d done that before. Right?

Downstairs, Mira was already awake and scrolling through a forum thread titled “The Operator: Real or ARG?” Her expression lit up when she saw Azazel.

“Did you know,” she said, “that some people think the Marble Hornets symbol acts like a sort of binding? Like, the moment you start looking into it, it knows. That’s why they start seeing him. He sees them back.”

Azazel poured herself a cup of coffee and took a long, slow sip.

“Wonderful. Can’t wait for my unsolicited cryptid meet-and-greet.”

Mira smirked. “I think he’d like you.”

Azazel stared at her. “You’re not helping.”

Faye, passing through with a toothbrush in her mouth, gave a thumbs-up. “Love the descent into madness, girls. Real fun breakfast topic.”

⋆

Okay, Azazel was going insane from lack of sleep. There’s no way she would suddenly get a stalker. Right? Maybe it was just a homeless person who preferred this neighbourhood. Such a bad time, buddy, she thought the first night. I was just beginning to lose my mind because of some eldritch creature that doesn’t even exist.

At first, Azazel decided to completely ignore how creepy things had gotten in the past few days. While her life was still ordinary, the constant feeling of being watched never left. As if someone decided that every move she made was the most interesting thing on Earth. It unsettled Azazel to no end, and the more she dived into the mysterious crimes, the more she felt watched. Which led to her abandoning her work for a day or two so she could get a break. Rowan had agreed to meet with her and keep her away from anything that dared to make her spiral into anxiety.

She sits on a bench in their favourite park, waiting for the man to arrive. The weather is nice compared to how it was for the past few days. Sun rays shone through the leaves, making shadows and spotlights dance across the paths in the park. Birds chirped happily above her, keeping her focused on their melodies. Her phone buzzes on her lap, directing her gaze back to it. Rowan was never punctual. His tardiness was one of his greatest traits.

Rowan: u still breathing or did the youtube demon get u???

Rowan: ill be there in like two minutes by the way

Rowan: also I think I’m getting followed?? lmao idk maybe im just paranoid

Azazel’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, genuinely concerned about her friend’s well-being and also his capability to remain so calm.

Azazel: Are you shitting my dick rn or is there someone actually following you??

Azazel: Don’t scare me like that dumbass

Rowan seemed to have shoved his phone somewhere up his ass because suddenly he wasn’t answering her messages anymore. Annoying… Just as Azazel was about to type a new message, hoping to get Rowan’s attention back to his phone, someone’s hands settled on her shoulders, heavy and rough.

“Boo!”

With a gasp the blonde jumped a bit in her seat, turning around just to meet the blue eyes of her friend. He was smiling ear-to-ear, clearly amused by her reaction.

“You dick! I should’ve known!”

Rowan plopped down beside her, stretching his arms dramatically and tossing his bag between his feet. “Aw, come on. Admit it, I got you good.”

Azazel scowled, brushing imaginary dust off her shoulders like his touch had somehow cursed her. “You almost got elbowed in the gut.”

Rowan leaned back with a snort, eyes half-lidded against the sun filtering through the trees. “Worth it.”

The park was steadily filling up with people - joggers, kids chasing each other, someone walking a dog so small and full of fur it looked like a mop on its legs. The world, for once, felt calm. “Nice day,” Rowan said after a moment, glancing sideways at her. “You look like you haven’t touched those crimes in, like, twenty-four hours. I’m proud.”

“I haven’t,” she replied with a dramatic sigh. “I’m trying to rejoin society. You know, sunlight, trees, normal human interaction.”

Rowan nodded solemnly. “Touching grass. Brave of you.”

Azazel only scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. No matter, both knew her reactions were only to bring a smile to people’s faces. And she succeeded, making Rowan laugh at her once more. “So, where are we heading today? You asked me out.” Azazel asked, turning to look at him expectantly.

“Mm, maybe get a coffee, definitely eat something. If you’re feeling brave enough to spend a lot of money we could buy some books as well. My cousin asked if I could find a book his girlfriend likes.”

She grinned. “I like this plan.”

The two of them sat in companionable silence for a while, letting the sounds of the park settle into the space between them. For once, Azazel wasn’t thinking about symbols or victims or eerie sightings. Just Rowan, the breeze, and a gentle kind of peace she hadn’t felt in weeks. It felt like breathing again.

Their first stop was a tiny, locally-owned café tucked between a florist and a vintage record store. The place smelled like roasted espresso and cinnamon, with mismatched chairs and jazz humming quietly from a speaker above the window. Rowan immediately ordered the sweetest drink he could find - some kind of caramel monstrosity that made Azazel cringe.

“You’re going to rot your teeth,” she muttered, sipping her much more modest cappuccino.

Rowan took a loud slurp, eyes glinting. “That’s the plan.”

They sat at the corner table by the window, people-watching as the late morning rush passed them by. Azazel found herself sketching in the margins of her notebook - not symbols this time, but doodles. Cats with sunglasses, Rowan’s ridiculous curls, a loaf of bread for some reason.

“Hey,” Rowan pointed at it. “That’s a good loaf. You’re evolving.”

That earned a raised brow.

They ended up wandering through the record store next. Rowan combed through the bins like he was looking for a buried treasure, humming along to the overhead music while Azazel trailed behind, flipping through a section labelled “Obscure Finds.”

“Hey, this one looks like it’d summon something,” Rowan said, holding up an album with an ominous black-and-white cover.

“Put that down before it follows you home.”

They laughed, and it felt easy.

Lunch was at a food truck near the park that served bánh mì sandwiches. They sat on the grass, cross-legged, chewing and chatting with bits of cilantro stuck to their mouths. The sun was still high, casting sharp shadows from the trees, but the heat wasn’t unbearable. It felt like a real break - like the weight of all the dark things pressing on Azazel’s mind had lifted, even if just temporarily. Later, they stopped at an old bookstore Rowan insisted was “criminally underrated.” Azazel found herself drawn to the psychology section, of course, while Rowan ended up reading from a worn copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray in a terrible British accent.

“You’re making Oscar Wilde turn in his grave,” Azazel said dryly but didn’t stop him.

She doesn’t mention the way her heart stops beating for a second when she sees that symbol she’s been trying to stay away from lately. With practised ease, she hides how scared it makes her feel, dread creeping up on her.

It shouldn’t be in one of the books.

Rowan doesn’t mention how pale she looks, then how her skin flushes from distress.

By the time the afternoon began to slip toward evening, their arms were full of secondhand paperbacks and half-eaten pastries they hadn’t finished at lunch. Rowan offered to carry her bag, slinging it over his shoulder dramatically like he was going off to war.

“I better get credit for being the responsible one for once,” he said.

“Sure, Ro. This one time.”

⋆

Rowan decides to walk Azazel home, finding the excuse that there are many creeps out at night when, in reality, neither wants to go home and call it a day. If Azazel wasn’t so tired already, she would invite Rowan for a sleepover.

Rowan stretched his arms over his head with a yawn, then slung her bag off his shoulder and handed it back with a crooked grin. “Well, blondie, I have officially reached my daily limit of socializing. My reward will be three hours of sleep and five hours of doom-scrolling.”

“Thanks for dragging me out today,” she said, turning to Rowan and smiling at him. “I needed it.”

“Hey, if it gets you back to your usual self, I don’t mind. I had fun as well. See you at uni?”

His fist bumped with Azazel’s, their little way to say their goodbyes at the end of the day.

Azazel smiled, appreciating the friendly gesture. “Yeah, see you at uni.”

Six minutes later, Azazel was lazily shrugging her jacket off and kicking off her snickers, sighing as she turned to switch on the light in the living room.

What made her stop dead in her tracks was the feeling of something cold being pressed against her temple, and Azazel could’ve sworn that, for a second, she felt like death had taken her away. The sound of heavy breathing came from her side, not the one where the object came from, but the other. That was the only thing that could be heard in her house apart from the low hum of her fridge and cars passing by on the street; not one, but multiple windows were opened.

“Don’t scream,” a deep voice came from the side of the heavy breathing. “It’s no use.”

Shit, man… I don’t even feel capable of doing so, she thinks. Truth be told, Azazel was scared. So scared that her voice got stuck in her throat and formed an invisible knot that took her ability to speak. Her hands felt clammy yet cold, and her mouth had run dry. Tears were brimming in her eyes, threatening to spill over, any restraint left in Azazel gone. Only weakness. Pure, disgusting weakness.

The metal object pressed a little more into her skin as if forcing an answer out of her. The only thing Azazel could muster up was a nod, and if her neck could it would creak, given how her joints refused to let her head even move. Like a newborn trying to move properly. A shaky hum left her, meek and too soft for her usual self.

Something shifted. A subtle change in air pressure. The breathing moved slightly, brushing against the shell of her ear now. Whoever it was had leaned in. “Walk,” the voice instructed. “Slow. Don’t try anything.”

Her legs almost gave out under her as she took a step forward. She hadn’t realised that her knees seemed locked in place, refusing to listen to her command. A gloved hand shoved her forward, causing her to stumble towards the couch. With her back turned, she wasn’t able to notice the annoyed glance the weapon wielder gave the other.

The metal was back against her temple, pressing hard into the skin as she moved shakily towards her couch, albeit a little slow as she tried to figure out where exactly she was at the moment. Once on the couch, a bright light was turned on. The once so cosy lamp in her living room had turned into a blinding light. As her eyes began to adjust, Azazel felt her eyes widen in horror without meaning to. You’ve got to be shitting me..…

She wanted to refuse what she was seeing, but there was no need to. It wouldn’t make sense. The two masked figures before her were very real and quite present. One wore a white mask with slightly feminine features - black painted lips and dark around the eyes with cartoonish eyebrows drawn right above as if mimicking a surprised expression. He was burly, black hair falling over the top of his mask since it was overgrown. That was supposed to be that Tim guy… No, fucking… Masky??

The other one was much taller, wearing that unmistakable black balaclava with a saddened expression sewn with red thread. The hood of his mustard hoodie, covered in brown splatters of dried blood, was pulled over his head, adding to his creepy appearance. Brian. Or, by the other silly name, Hoodie.

Seriously, why these names?

He was also the one who was currently pointing a gun directly between Azazel’s eyes, his stance stiff and unsettling. She could feel his eyes boring into her through the material of his mask. The panic that threatened to consume her tried to burst forth, but she bit it down, clenched her jaw, and focused on not passing out from hyperventilation.

“Listen here and listen good, girlie.” The brunette spoke first, approaching Azazel and grabbing her face in his palm - big, rough, crushing. “Don’t start crying or I swear I’ll get annoyed real quick,” Tim growled, tilting her head up with little care for gentleness. His eyes, shadowed beneath the mask, were impossible to read, but his grip told her all she needed to know. He wasn’t bluffing.

Azazel whimpered involuntarily, breath catching as her fingernails dug into the couch beneath her. Her mind raced for logic, for context, for anything that would make this make sense. These weren’t just fans of the series. They weren’t cosplayers. This wasn’t a joke. These were the monsters she had only seen through a screen, and they were here - in her living room.

Brian hadn’t moved, but the weapon stayed exactly where it was: steady, intentional. That made it worse. He wasn’t impulsive, wasn’t twitchy or uncertain. He knew what he was doing and he made it clear.

“Now,” Tim muttered, his hand finally dropping from her face, “you’ve been poking around things you shouldn’t. We’ve seen it. Every note, every search, every damn page you’ve printed.”

“You got guts, I’ll give you that. But you’re about to learn that guts mean jack when you’re messing with things older, meaner, and a hell of a lot less patient.”

Azazel tried not to move, tried not to breathe too fast. Her body wanted to collapse in on itself, but her mind was screaming at her to remember every detail: voices, shifts in the air, appearances. She wasn’t sure if it was her natural fight-or-flight or all the late nights studying trauma response that kept her from falling apart. But the way he managed to intimidate Azazel like that made her fear what the other would make of her. His silence instilled fear in her, making shivers run up and down her spine whenever she risked a glance. Plus, the gun being directed at her only worsened the situation, fearing that he would pull the trigger if she even dared to blink.

“Tell me,” Tim hissed, lowering himself until he was face-to-face with Azazel. “Did you think this was a game? That this was all made up?”

At first, her head started to shake no. Not because that was her actual answer, but because she couldn’t really think. It was like her mind stopped having thoughts. Like it was impossible for her to conjure up sentences that would make sense. A tilt of the head from Tim was enough to change her answer, instead nodding and making her feel humiliated and stupid for actually thinking that this wasn’t real.

Tim gave a short, mocking laugh. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

He stood up straight, cracking his neck as he gestured lazily to Brian, whose hand never once wavered from the weapon trained on her. “She gets it now. Look at her. All those nights thinking you’re the smartest bitch in the room, huh? Got a little too confident.”

Azazel didn’t answer. Her throat felt like it had been sewn shut. The fear still roared behind her ribs, but something else was pushing against it now - a seed of clarity. Survival. Even with her limbs trembling and her skin ice-cold, her mind began crawling out of the fog.

“Look where all of this got you,” Brian finally spoke, his voice raspy and deep. “You shouldn’t have been so reckless. But… if you manage to listen, maybe we’ll be nicer. You’re already too deep in this, and He had said that you would be quite useful since you’re so smart.”

Azazel gulped in fear. He? Who was this ‘he’? What bullshit were they saying? They’re not alone in this?

“And if you don’t…”

The white-masked man smirked, reaching behind him to pull something from a small drawstring bag. He threw it at her feet. It was a photo. A blurry shot of Rowan, walking along the street. Today. From this afternoon. Headphones in, bag slung over one shoulder. Laughing.

Azazel’s heart dropped into her stomach.

“Just a little reminder,” the brunette said, his voice sing-song now, mockingly sweet. “That we’re always watching.”

Brian turned and walked toward the door first. “Come on, she’ll be pissed if we take too long.”

The back of Tim’s own pistol collided with Azazel’s temple, hard and with clear intent. She dropped unconscious on the couch right after. He finally followed after Brian but stopped just at the threshold, turning back with a final look. “Sleep tight, Azazel.”

Silence follows his words.

⋆

A set of double doors stood before her - tall, old, and unnervingly grand. They loomed not in reality but in that abstract plane reserved for Him alone. His domain was not a place, not truly. It was a fracture in the fabric of thought, a corner of the psyche twisted into obedience. His little refuge. That’s what she called it. These meetings were rarely scheduled. Most were ambushes - psychic intrusions that left her reeling. But not this one. This one, at least, came with the grace of anticipation.

She didn’t knock. That wasn’t how this worked. Instead, she stood still, eyes trained on the carvings etched into the black wood - symbols older than language, writhing faintly beneath her gaze as if they recognized her. Her presence alone was enough. He always knew when someone was thinking of Him , and unlike others, she had been trained to think of Him with clarity.

The silence shattered.

“Come in.”

The voice crawled across her skin like the hiss of an old radio, full of static and pressure. For a moment, it made her ears ring. When silence returned, it was heavier than before. She reached out and touched the door. It didn’t swing open, instead it dissolved, folding inward like a thick layer of dust being drawn into a vacuum. And she stepped through.

The space beyond was barely a room. The architecture bent in impossible ways: corners that didn’t meet, light that had no source. He never showed His full form, only fragments. Today, He wore the shape of coiled shadow, reclining upon a throne that shifted with each blink.

She bowed her head out of instinct, even though she knew He didn’t require it.

“You wish to speak with me. What happened, hound? I hope you taking from my precious time is worth it.” He spoke, firm and almost condescending as she stood before the being. As much of a ‘favourite’ as she was, her requests for meetings were never timed perfectly. He deemed them unimportant, knowing she was capable enough to take care of most things. She was trained for it, after all. “It is worth it.” She spoke, head still bowed as she didn’t dare gaze at the creature before her. Some sort of an apology for her urgent matters. “I saw a woman today. She had the symbol drawn onto her notebook.”

There was a pause. A deep pause. The kind that pressed down on the lungs and slowed time.

“A curious dog?” He asked finally. “Or a moth, drawn to the flame?”

“I don’t know yet,” she answered. “But she wasn’t afraid of it. Curious, perhaps. Focused, I’d say. I watched her in the university library. She lingered over the old files and dug through local murders. She doesn’t know yet… but she’s trying to. She’s following the threads.”

A coil of shadow shifted on the throne. Not anger. Not surprise. Something else. Amusement?

“And you think this warrants my attention?” He drawled, the last word dripping like tar.

“No,” she admitted, finally lifting her gaze just enough to catch the edge of His form. Her voice was quieter now, tinged with something unfamiliar. “But it warrants mine.”

He didn’t answer immediately. His silhouette stretched into the darkness, tendrils swaying like kelp in black water. Then: “Very well,” He said, the words slithering like a knife down her spine. “Watch her. Follow her. Learn what you can. And if she steps beyond her bounds…”

His voice lowered, to something closer to hunger.

“Devour her.”

“You are not to make contact,” He said. “Not yet.”

A pulse of dread slammed into her chest.

“But—”

“I said not yet.” His words struck like iron against glass, and for a brief moment her vision fractured. She gasped, caught herself, lowered her head again until the spinning passed. “You will watch,” H e said, voice returning to its slow, awful hush. “But from distance. Intervene only if the threads twist too far.”

“…Yes.”

She had no choice but to obey. The room began dissolving around her, melting into black static and vibrating silence. His presence receded, but not before a final whisper curled inside her skull, colder than before.

“Be careful, hound. You’ve grown fond of broken things before.”

And then -

Nothing.

#creepypasta #my ocs #my ocs my beloved #oc #oc x oc #creepypasta fandom #tim wright #brian thomas #the operator #slenderman #Spotify

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