been too tired to draw anything Proper TM but doodles of boys being boys in their down time seems doable !!
the tamagotchi is matt's (and by consequence, also dan's) and they let neil babysit it for the weekend. it drives andrew insane and threatens to pull the battery out but then learns to cope
Warning! This is a VERY self indulgent yandere fic. Describes stalking and creepy behavior. Long descriptions of body shaming and (you guessed it) insecurities done by the reader. Done in one take and not edited very well.
Brains and brawn may compete to be superior. But it was beauty that triumphed both.
Beauty that you craved. To be beautiful, to be seen as attractive. Hell to even have someone think that you just made the cut to be 'cute' would be all you need.
Yet you never got a second glance your way all your life. The people around you, your friends, your family, even strangers on the street looked better then you.
Were you too fat? Too skinny? Disproportionate? Maybe your cheeks were chubby or gaunt.
You didn't know and every glance in the mirror was a scathing reminder of what was wrong with you, with your face, with your body.
A new flaw was found each time and the previous ones only grew worse.
It began small when you were just young enough to notice that pretty people were treated differently.
At first it didn't bother you, you would hit puberty, you would get that magical glow up sometime soon.
But those hopes grew dimmer with each passing day. Sure you changed but it was basically for the worse. Now you looked and felt awkward in your own body.
People you were interested in laughed around your friends freely and only gave a hesitant pitying chuckle or hum when you spoke. Right before going back to your friends without another glance as you would stare at the floor and worry if you said something bad or if you just looked bad.
But your friends had completely different genes then you. Surely it could just be an ethnicity preference right?
Nope, you were proven wrong when family members your age with similar enough skin tone or eye shape or lip shape or anything else you had who had no problem attracting people.
‘You shouldn't judge a book by its cover.’
‘The right person will like you for you and not your looks.’
Sayings that you took to heart to console yourself but it was like poison to your brain and heart.
The thoughts mutated from picking at your body to your personality too. Yet you still tried to be presentable in some way.
Scrubbing your body every shower till the skin was raw red. As many products you could get a hold on to treat the stubborn acne that just wouldn't go away. Plucking any out of place hairs on your face and shaving anything that could cause people to even think of you as hairy.
The only thing you didn't touch was the makeup that was tempting yet scary to you.
You heard everyone talk about it. Other girls bragging about how they snagged a hot guy with the right makeup. Only for the guys to whisper their disgust at their bare face.
Girls complaining about the increased acne and costs of make up. Guys praising about how ‘natural’ their girlfriends were when you could see the layers they had on, clearly unable to tell the difference.
Pros and cons were thrown all around but whenever you asked if make up was good or not, you recieved the same damn answer.
‘The right guy will like you for you. With or without makeup.’
You weren't oblivious to how neither told you that you were beautiful just the way you were.
The only ones who did were the sought after attractive women who only said it to console you in some way.
In the end you waited too long. By the time you got the courage to seriously try, you were out of high-school and too deeply involved in life to have time to struggle and fail.
It only ate away at your conscious but the fear of being ridiculed and laughed at for wearing bad makeup that made you even uglier then you already were was enough to stress you to tears.
What could you do but give up?
Maybe you were better off this way.
Alone you weren't going to be hurt in a relationship.
Alone you couldn't cry over your nonexistent boyfriend's insults when you fight.
Alone you would never be validated in your sinking thoughts of what a failure of person you were.
That's probably why you could never feel validated in whether you were attractive as you matured. The self loathing thoughts and feelings grew but you kept it locked away.
Mirrors were scarcely seen and photos were always refused or just ignored. It was like the insults were written on your face for all to laugh at.
So why the hell were you the one targeted by some random guy in your college to be stalked?
This wasn't the first time you've seen him but this was definitely the closest he's ever come to you as you sit in a library just a table away from him.
His eyes were still on you as you stared nervously at your computer screen. You haven't been able to type a single word since you noticed his presence.
Subtly you looked up and scanned the room just to take another peek at him.
Yup, he was attractive as hell. Way out of your league.
Handsome, fit, and tall. He's got it all yet he's watching you with a smile that borders between sexy and hungry.
He's got the serial killer vibe down to the art cause that's the only fucking reason he could be stalking you for the past few weeks.
It was around a month ago that you actually noticed him. Simply brushing off his glances as something he was directing to your friends.
After you left to the bathroom and came back you locked eyes with him. He kept that stare up even as you blushed and looked away.
It didn't even occur to you that he thought you were attractive, you just thought that you had food staining your lips.
Sitting back with your friends, you couldn't push down the feeling of being the ugly duckling as you all laughed at a joke yet yours was like nails on a chalkboard.
Loud, out of tune and unwanted.
It took a week for you to note the footsteps behind you whenever you walked back to your car after late night classes.
When you noticed that it was him again, you brushed it off thinking that he just had late classes.
His stares were probably just ones of worry since it was nearing midnight and you were walking alone. You had heard about him before, a kind man that was as charming as he was sweet.
An ideal man that you wouldn't suspect. Which only made the serial killer suspicion much stronger when you overheard him denying having classes on the days of your late night classes.
But even then it would be crazy to assume he's stalking you. At least until you saw his car parked just a block away from your house when you were positive he lived in a different city.
It was the weekend for crying out loud! There was no way in hell that he could be near your house every weekend.
But maybe he had family or friends or anything else attractive popular people had going on.
Besides if he was just normal and interested romantically, he would be chatting up your friends. If he was a serial killer then he would still be targeting your friends. You've never heard of a serial killer who only targeted ugly people.
You'd rather be a surprise suicide then be known as a victim of a serial killer who's MO was ugly people. Even you had a limit.
But the anxiety over the situation was killing you. As a last ditch effort last week you decided to test something out.
Yesterday you loudly told your friends that you planned on doing some vigorous self studying tomorrow for the upcoming exam at the library. You knew that none of them would be able to make it due to their various personal responsibilities but that was the point.
And you were fucking right as he keeps his eyes on you when you knew he didn't have any classes today. And it's not like he's studying with his bag still on the chair and his lips sucking on the straw in the drink he had in his hands.
So what if you eyed the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each gulp?
He's probably planning on using this opportunity to kill you since you're all alone. Might as well let your eyes feast on something good before your death.
Holding back your anxiety over how he'll slaughter you, you heard another student walk up to him and clap his shoulder.
“What's good man? Didn't expect to see you here today. Thought you told me that your next class wasn't till Monday?”
Fucking called it!
But before you could celebrate your minor and frankly bad news considering that you've been confirmed to have a serial killer on your trail, you heard your stalker respond.
“Nothing much, just came here to study while we still have time before the midterms.” He chuckled and you could only bite your lips in jealousy.
Damn him for having such a nice voice. It was smooth and rich, the kind of voice you knew would make anyone melt at the sound.
An all around 10/10 and you wished that you could take even half a point from him.
It was too much, the revelation that you're going to be murdered soon paired with having to hear your soon to be murderer having got the greatest luck in life to be attractive was too distracting.
Packing up quickly you tried to leave without being noticed as you caught the end of the conversation.
“You should come to my place for the weekend. I've invited a few hot chicks and-”
“Sorry, I've already got plans for the this weekend. I'll be real busy till the exam and maybe even then for a while. I'll catch you later though.”
Walking out the library you made a beeline for the campus exit when you heard the heavy footsteps of him close by.
Damn it, you should have just stayed inside.
The streets weren't very crowded as a festival was being held on the other side of the city for some holiday you didn't care to remember.
Therefore it quickly became just you and him on the walk to the garage. The tight grip you had on your bag loosened as you tried to rationalize everything.
Maybe he wasn't a serial killer and you were just paranoid. Everything could just be a coincidence that you're blowing out of proportion.
Getting to your car you fumbled with your keys as the sweat of your palms made it hard to sort through.
Maybe you weren't fucked is what you would think if a large hand wasn't pressed against the rim of your beat up car from behind you as hot air ghosted your neck.
“Sorry if I startled you, you're Y/n right? One of your friends was talking to me about you.”
Stiff as a board you turned around and all the blood drained from your face at the way he towered over you.
Only for it to come rushing back and burn your cheeks as he leaned down. Pretty eyes stared into yours as his soft yet slightly curled hair framed his face.
His lips pulled into a smile as you leaned away till your back was touching your car as he asked. “Sorry if this is a bit sudden but I needed some help with one of my classes and she said that you aced it last semester.”
“Do you mind coming over to my place tomorrow to help me with it?”
You were so fucked.
This right here is mostly for myself but also for all my fellow insecure girlies who can't get behind certain portrayals of fem readers.
I recently read one that gave such a detailed description of a fem readers body who didn't tag it correctly and felt like shit after reading.
This isn't going to be serious, it's comedic mostly and pretty much self indulgent as warned above. It's also an outlet for me to finally get those stupid thoughts out of my head.
It's also a callback to the original reason I was attracted to yanderes if it wasn't obvious. Also I have no clue on what name or appearance aside from his hair to give him. So if anyone has any ideas go ahead and put them in the comments or send a ask so I can decide.
