#do not think I am a stalker I just really want you to feel appreciated atm

[heeseung-min]

[12:41]

"Oh! You got flowers again! It's the fifth time this week."

You stared at the bouquet of lillies. It's your favourite flower but you felt creepy after reading the notes that this person left for you.

I hope you like this flowers just how I like to see you every night you come home.

You discarded the flowers while your coworkers stared at you with confusing expression.

"Why did you throw that?"

"Yeah, you should be grateful you got admirer."

"Can you guys just shut up and mind your business?"

With that, your coworkers started to leave your table and went to their seats. You spent your day with stressing over the work and about the secret admirer words. It made you feel agitated on your surrounding.

"Y/n, do you want to have lunch together?"

Heeseung asked you as he keep his place nice and tidy before turning to you waiting for a response.

"Sure, let me finish this first."

While you were eating with Heeseung, you got a text from unknown number. You put your cutlery down before taking the phone.

Even when you're eating, you still look beautiful.

And below the text, there was your picture captured while you were eating. You immediately looked at your surrounding trying to find someone suspicious but everyone in there seems busy with their work and foods.

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"Yea...yes. I'm good."

"Did something happen? Why were you looking everywhere?"

"Nothing, can we just hurry up? I remember I still didn't finish the report I need to do. I don't want Mr.Park to be mad at me."

Within five minutes, Heeseung and you finished lunch and paid the meal. Your eyes were looking everywhere when you went out from the restaurant. You felt frustrated when you didn't see any weird person.

It's night and you were waiting for your bus when suddenly a man sitting too close to you.

"Hi, I've seen you few times here. I also work in the same building as yours but in different department. Would you like to go out together?"

"I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend."

The man scoffed and then hold your hand tightly while insulting you.

"Oh you think you are that pretty? Am I that ugly? Do you think I'm dumb to not know you don't have a boyfriend?! You whore-"

You gasped loudly when the man got punched by your boss, Park Jongseong. The tight grip on your wrist finally went off and you winced a bit while trying to move your hand.

"Stay away or I call police on you!"

The man quickly ran away after Jongseong said that. He turned to you and checked on you in case the man hurt somewhere else.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go hospital?"

"I'm...I'm fine. Thank you so much, Mr. Park."

"Let me send you home. I don't trust that guy."

When Jongseong reached nearly to your house, you realized that you never tell him your address. You glanced at him who looked so relax while driving as like he really knew where do you live.

"Make sure to lock your windows and door, Y/n. Who knows the guy might be trying to break in."

"Thank you for the ride, Mr. Park. I really appreciate it."

After he went off, you immediately ran to nearest police station in your neighbourhood and told them about Park Jongseong possibly being your stalker.

"With this info, we can't really confirm him as the culprit. So, we hope you can wait for any update from us."

You came home with disappointed feeling when the police officer said that. Even when you wanted to sleep, you keep thinking about it. You decided to swallow a sleeping pill before laying on the bed.

Beep beep beep beep

While you were deeply in sleep, a man pressed on your door lock pad and you didn't notice or even heard your door got unlocked from outside. You can't even heard footsteps coming towards you.

The man aka your stalker smiling at the sight of you sleeping peacefully. He went to sit beside you and caressed your face.

"You worry about wrong person, darling."

[Part 2]

Ayo, it's really been a long time🤓🤓so sorry for not posting anything😣😓 i hope this one can satisfy you🤗 i bet yall cant guess who the stalker is🤣🤣

Taglist: @obsessed1with1straykids @huggyuvita @duolingofanaccount @stacey-stonem

#yandere enhypen #yandere kpop #enha x reader #kpop yandere #lee heeseung #park jongseong #park sunghoon #jake sim #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #yandere au #enhypen scenarios #yandere enha #enha scenarios #enha imagines

[hausofmingi]

his good girl - chapter 1

pairing: song mini x stripper!reader

tags: stripper au, smut series

warnings: slight mentions of stalker, bad words (tee hee), dom!mingi, sub!reader, riding, daddydom!mingi, finger sucking, being carried and getting fucked, a bit of physical roughness (reader receiving), degradation but also praise, cum eating (off the floor!), aftercare

wc: 3.8 k

an: so I decided to give the reader a name because that feels more realistic to me as a reader than y/n. I find that sometimes reading "y/n" takes me out of it a little, so lmk if you find this helpful as well! Also, I am a little depraved so right off the bat, this gets very crazy kinky

minors dni!! 18+ only!!

“Where is the red garter belt I let you borrow?” You are racing around your and Lina’s small apartment, trying to prepare for yet another night on the job. 

“I don’t know, I may have left it at the club?” Lina answers from the bathroom. 

Red is his favorite. You don’t want to disappoint. 

“Well great Lina thanks for that, I’m never letting you borrow my shit again.” 

“Love you too!” she calls after you as you leave to go shopping. It’s not like you’re against making another trip to get some new pieces, but why do you always make the same mistake in letting Lina borrow your favorite stuff…

Your’s and Lina’s apartment is in a pretty run down building in an unsafe part of Gangnam, but no matter how shitty it is, its yours and you really want it to feel like home. 

But, that doesn’t mean you don’t feel the pair of eyes watching you as you exit out of your apartment building and walk towards the bus stop. 

You have been noticing that lately, the feeling that someone is watching you. When you leave your house, when you’re at the grocery store, while you’re going on a run. You try and brush it off because this is normal for women and all that, but today, you pay just a little harder attention. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a figure in a black hood (Jacket? Coat? You don’t want to look too hard) standing across the street from your apartment building. You walk a little faster to the bus stop just in case. 

That night, after spending more than you should on new lingerie sets, you and Lina are about to take the stage for your first stage set. It’s almost midnight, which is usually the time he makes his appearance. 

You always get butterflies, but not the stage fright normal kind of butterflies, the kind that make your clit perk up and your nipples harden. 

Why do you always get so worked up over a man who hasn’t even fucked you?, you think as you make your way up to the stage. 

You really have become quite the pro at this. After 4 years of working for this club, your boss has dubbed you his favorite girl. Doyeon always protects you and gives you the most popular customers, knowing you will always keep them coming back. 

You always thought it felt nice to be appreciated, especially knowing he didn’t have any intentions of coming onto you, on account of he’s a flaming fruitcake.

Its a good ways into your set, and his table still sits empty. You feel the sweat start to form on your back, but try to stay in your routine. 

Why isn’t he here? Where could he be instead? Did his company find out he was doing this? 

You always got scared that it might be leaked that idols come here, knowing the sasaengs stalker habits. Mingi, being a part of one of the biggest Korean boy groups, Ateez, must have a large number of crazy fans following him. 

Did they find out and tip the press to show up here? You didn’t see anyone outside though… Your mind runs rampant with all of the reasons that it could possibly be as you walk off stage and collect your tips from the stage manager. 

Tears start to threaten to spill, and you think you are crazy yet again to be this affected by a man you haven’t even had a conversation with. 

On the way home, Lina can tell you’re bothered and nudges your side as you walk home. 

“So you know how Taehyun has been requesting me a lot? Well he mentioned his upcoming tour tonight, I think he might finally take me along with them!” She exclaimed excitedly. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just saying that so you’ll suck him off some more.” you say. 

“Well damn… What’s got you all worked up honey?” She always called you honey when she was trying to comfort you. 

“Mingi didn’t come tonight..” you admit. 

“On a Thursday? That’s… super out of character. Well don’t worry, I’m sure practice just went long or he has an early morning schedule or….” her talking trails off as you dissociate. 

Lina has always been a nice friend, agreeing to move in with you without knowing you very well, trying her best to always cheer you up. It’s not her fault you felt like you guys were never really close. You give her props for trying though. 

You pull out your phone and check his bubble and instagram, seeing if maybe they could give you some clues. Nothing. 

You fall asleep that night thinking of the last time his fingers swiped your lip, hoping it wasn’t the last.

—

The next night at the club is gloomy. Even though it’s a Friday, attendance is lower and your energy is even lower. 

The feeling of someone watching you has been bothering you all day, but the guy in the hood has yet to make an appearance. You are just looking forward to curling up in your bed tonight and continually refreshing Mingi’s bubble messages. 

The stage manager calls for everyone to get onstage for the final number and the other girls rush out. You take your time though, not feeling like getting in a rush for this menial thing. 

You hang your head in your hands, covering your eyes and taking a breath. Just get through it, he’s just a man, you try to remind yourself. 

A smell reaches you, like a really expensive cologne. Musky and masculine, and somehow… dominant. 

You look up and standing in the doorway is him. He stands as if he owns the place, hands in his pocket, opting for a fitted vest tonight in lieu of a jacket. 

And he’s staring you down, studying you intently. If it was anyone else, you would feel the need to cover yourself and apologize. But not with him. 

You probably look like a dumbass, staring at him through the mirror with your mouth slightly open. 

He speaks first. “You were worried.” It’s a question but he doesn’t need an answer. 

“Yes,” is all you can manage to squeak out. 

He leans against the doorway, messing with his shirt cuff. You still haven’t moved, frozen in place. How did he get in here, past the security guard? How did he know which dressing room you were in? Was he the person in the hood you noticed this morning? He must be stalking you… Why doesn’t that bother you more? 

He notices your anxiety moving through you. “Don’t worry, I just know the security guard. He owed me a favor. I’m not a stalker” he responds, as if he read your mind.

“That’s… good” you say. 

He drops his arms and strides towards you, slowly as to not spook you. “Well thank you for worrying about me. I’m okay, for now. But, here’s the problem my love,” he draws his finger up your arm, making your hair stand up and bumps form. “You may be in trouble.” 

You aren’t sure what he means. “What kind of trouble?” you ask. “Like legal trouble?” 

You are afraid that maybe one of the idols ratted this place out and the feds are going to come knocking down your door and take you all away. Would Mingi still visit you in jail? Surely not, there’s no lap dances there… 

He sticks his finger under your chin and pushes it up to make you look at him. Drip. 

“Please stop letting your mind get ahead of you, baby. Let daddy speak.” DRIP. 

“A sasaeng has been getting very close to you. Too close. I can’t let you get hurt.” Awe, he wants to protect you. DRIP DRIP DRIPPING. 

“How did they find me?” you ask. 

He leans against the counter as he continues, “I am not sure, I don’t even know how much they know. Sasaengs are insane people with insane complexes. This one has been stalking me since pre-debut. But I’ve always been careful that she doesn’t see me come in here. So how she knows that you are important to me, I don’t know…” IMPORTANT TO HIM??? 

Okay you’ll have to throw these underwear out at this point. 

“So what do I need to do then? To protect myself I mean” you ask him. 

“Nothing, I want you to do absolutely nothing and let me handle it. But in the meantime, you can’t go back to your apartment.” 

Hate to say it, but fine by you. Maybe you’ll save some money by not having to replace your stolen shit anymore.

“Where will I go instead?” you ask. 

“You’ll come stay with me.” Jesus Christ, 20 year old you would be freaking the fuck out. But, it doesn’t make you freak out, in that way at least. 

“What about Lina, what about my job? I can’t live with you, much less San and Seonghwa. I’ll never see you. What if you have to travel for schedules? I’m just supposed to stay in your dorm 24/7? I have a life! I barely even know you! You only ever say 4 words to me, and then fucking leave me in a puddle, how can I just-” 

His hand stroking the side of your cheek cuts you off. “Again with the mind racing, baby. I don’t want you to uproot your life, it will be temporary. I have my own apartment now too, so we won’t be with other members. It will only be until we are 100% sure you are safe to be alone. I will take care of you, I promise.” he reassures. 

You lean into the hand that holds your head, a few tears falling into it. You finally get the courage to look up at him, making eye contact. He has dropped his heavy, dominant demeanor. Instead, his eyes hold only comfort and concern. 

Maybe he wasn’t kidding; maybe you really are important to him. 

After a minute of silence, “Okay, so what do I need to do right now?” you ask.

“Change and pack up your stuff, we are going to the apartment. Make a list of what all you need from your apartment when we get home and I will send a staff to collect it all in the morning.” 

“And take a breath, princess.” You unclench your jaw, which you didn’t even realize was clenched. He kisses your forehead before reaching down to grab your duffle bag that you carry your things in. 

You think in silence as you pack. Take a breath he says… he will protect me he says… Why me? Why is protecting me, a stripper, just some stripper that he barely speaks to. He doesn’t even know my real name…

“Yes I do,” he says from the chair he has sat down in to wait for you. Oops, you must’ve said that part outloud. 

“It’s Cora.” You like the way he flips the “r” of your American name with his Korean accent. 

“How do you know that?” he ignores you. “How do you know I used to live with San and Seonghwa?” “Touche…” you respond.

“All done?” he asks. You nod. He crosses to you and starts stroking your arms to comfort you. 

“I want you to remember though, you still have to be a good girl for me at the apartment, can you do that?” 

You look up at him through your eyelashes, surprised that he still is holding this up even at a time like this. Is it all an act, or is it truly how he is? Either way, you are turned on once again. 

“Yes..” you respond. He cocks his eyebrow, questioning your answer. 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes… daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.”

With his hand on your back, he guides you out of the dressing room and out the back door, where a black hatchback with tinted windows is waiting. He holds open the door for you, and helps you into the car. If only other men treated all their strippers like this…

The car ride home (whatever home means at the moment) is very silent. He has his hand on your thigh the entire way, the other staying steady on the wheel. His thumb rubs back and forth, another attempt at comfort you’re guessing. It works, sort of. 

Just smelling him and being near him your body is relaxed, knowing he will take care of you and wanting to give yourself to him. It’s like you are under his spell, which is crazy. You are usually so independent and self-sufficient. What about him makes you want to grant his every wish? 

“Shouldn’t you be blindfolding me, so I won’t know where your apartment is and so I won’t run away and all that?” you ask, kind of joking. 

“You won’t” he says while keeping his eyes on the road, fully confident in his answer. 

He’s probably right. 

–

Finally you reach the apartment. You almost drifted off to sleep, even though the drive was only about 20 minutes. He parks right outside the front door of the building and gets out to open your door for you. He offers his hand to help you out of the car. It’s much appreciated because you are still in your platform heels, just throwing a coat over your outfit you were going to wear to perform in. 

He keeps his hand on your back as you walk up to the doors, through the lobby, and up the elevator. It’s a really nice building with a concierge and fresh flowers all over. Sometimes you forget how big Ateez really is, and figure that Mingi bought this place with his own money. 

You wonder if he has neighbors on his floor. Do they know he lives next to them? Does he talk to his neighbors at all? Do they know that he is having his own personal stripper move in with him?

They’re gonna know now, from how loud you are being. 

How you ended up riding him in his dining room chair about 15 minutes later, you’re not so sure. 

—

He was going slow, too slow, slow enough that you could feel every. single. inch. 

You tried to grind your hips and get him in deeper, but the tight hold he had on your asscheek lets you know that even though you are on top, you are not in control. 

His other hand is holding your face, his thumb hooked in your mouth. You suck and gag on it as much as you can, but it’s hard to focus when he is going this slow. 

You felt high, things were getting foggy. All you knew is that you wanted to please him. 

“My beautiful girl, doing so well. You were waiting for this for a long time weren’t you?” his deep voice sends sparks to your clit and makes you even wetter, if that’s even possible. 

You can only close your eyes and nod. You want to throw your head back, but his hand on your cheek and thumb in your mouth keeps it facing forward. “Now baby, what did I say? Eyes. on. me.” 

He jerks your head a bit, just to make you a little scared. 

You know he would never hurt you. 

Unless you asked. 

You open your eyes like a good girl. How could you not be a good girl for him? 

His breath catches when you make eye contact with him again. His eyes bare into your soul, never breaking. 

You whimper a little when the head of his cock catches someplace you have never felt before. He smirks, knowing. He hits it again, making the upper half of your body keen forward, his thumb slipping out of your mouth. 

Your hands, which were bracing on the back of the chair, move down to his pecs. You are desperate for him, desperate for that feeling that release you dreamt about him giving you. 

You start to bounce since he let go of you, letting his arms hang down and his head fall back in pleasure. You are doing that to him. You are making him let go. 

You grind his cockhead up against your g-spot over and over again, drooling down his neck. 

You wish you could see what you guys look like, his giant body draped over the chair in ecstasy, you sat on his thick thighs bouncing on his perfect cock, licking up and down his neck. 

You’re close, really close, and your walls start to constrict down on his cock. His eyes shoot open and he jerks his head up at the feeling. 

“Hold on princess,” he practically growls at you. 

Hold onto what? You think. 

He grabs underneath your thighs, holding his hands behind your back and lifts the both of you out of the chair with him still inside of you. 

Oh my god, holy shit. 

This was too good, you couldn’t have even dreamt this up. 

You wrap your hands around his neck and he pummels into you as fast as he can, hitting your g-spot every single time as if he has memorized the angle. The sound of his balls hitting your ass covers your cries of his name. 

“Fucking. Take it.” he says, his forehead touching yours. He has essentially lost control of his body, just bouncing you wildly up and down his cock. 

It’s coming, It’s coming. Please, please, please, “please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, if you’re even talking out loud. You feel like you are losing your grip on reality, its so so close. 

He stills inside of you, leaving his cock right on the spot you need the most. He just shallowly thrusts, just rubbing your g-spot with his cockhead. Holy shit, it feels like fucking heaven. 

“Now,” he commands. 

And you obey. 

You flutter around him, feeling how his shallow thrusts stutter when you cum. You don’t stop for at least a full minute. 

“Thank you thank you thank you, oh fuck, thank you daddy” is all you can say as your clit jumps in ecstasy. 

His eyebrows are furrowed together, he’s close too. Right as your orgasm tapers out, you tighten your thighs around him and give him 3 bounces. That’s all he needs. 

He pulls you off of him just as he’s cumming, holding you away from him so you can watch the cum drip out of his cock and onto the floor. It’s so beautiful, you think. 

He sets your legs down on the floor, but they can’t hold you up and you fall to your knees. You can barely see straight, and you can’t catch your breath. Holy shit he may really have fucked the shit out of you. 

You keep your eyes turned to the ground while you try and slow your heart, but you see him start to squat down to your level. He picks up your chin with his hand to look up at him. “Baby… you need to clean up your mess.” 

“Wh..What?” you stutter. 

He stands up straight again, looming over you with his giant presence. “Clean it up.” his gaze falls to the ground and yours follows. 

Oh… you get it now. 

Not breaking eye contact, you lean your head down. You stick out your tongue and lick up the cum that he let fall to the floor, as well as some from you that you didn’t even realize had dripped down. He smiles. 

You feel like a pet, like a slave. 

You fucking love it. 

“That’s my good girl.” he praises you. You wipe off your mouth and look up at him through your eyelashes. He squats back down to your level, seeming to have fallen for your puppy dog eyes. 

“Does my baby need help getting cleaned up?” 

“Yes daddy.” 

He bends down to pick you up, which he does with ease, as if you weighed nothing. He guides your legs to wrap around him and he carries you into the bathroom. 

He sets you down to sit on the toilet and turns on the shower to start heating up. Why do you feel so dizzy? You gaze can’t focus. 

“Cora… don’t pass out on me my love.” he holds your face in his hands. 

“What do you need baby?” you grab onto his wrist to try and steady yourself. 

“Just a minute… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize, take your time.”

He strokes your hair as you take a few deep breaths to steady yourself. 

“Is the shower ready?” you ask. 

“Yes my love, whenever you are.”

“Will you help me?” you ask.

“Of course” he says as he starts guiding you towards the shower door. 

He lets you step in first and before you can protest that you can shower on your own, he steps in behind you. 

It's a really big shower, with beautiful blue tiles and a detachable shower head. Detachable? Huh…

You lean into his chest, your head barely meeting the middle of it due to his height. One of his arms wraps around your body while the other starts to shampoo your hair. 

Why do you already feel so comfortable with him? As if you have been showering together for years. You literally just licked this man’s cum off the floor and have no remorse about it. Should you feel guilty? 

Nah, you kind of just feel like bragging to other Atiny’s on Twitter. I sucked his beautiful cock!! Suckers!!! Probably wouldn’t be the best idea…

After washing the rest of your body and getting you out of the shower and making sure you brushed your teeth, you are now tucked into his extremely comfortable bed. You don’t usually sleep naked, but it seems right when he is too. 

You turn to face him in the bed. He was already staring at you, it seems. 

“You know, I wasn’t expecting us to fuck right off the bat..” you admit. 

“Me neither, but I am not surprised. It’s hard to resist you.”

“You’ve been resisting me for the past 6 months. You know I always craved more from you.”

“Yes I did know. But I didn’t want to enjoy you in such a public space. I just craved being around you. Its hard to resist you, though, princess. Just know that.”

I guess that makes me feel better, but still… so many things unanswered.

“I know you are probably questioning a lot of things. Just try and get some sleep tonight, okay my love?” he asks. 

“Okay..” you agree in a small voice, knowing that you will wake up tomorrow with even more unanswered questions. 

“Good girl.” He curls his arm around your middle and tucks you into his side, kissing your forehead before drifting to sleep. 

He smells like the same cologne he was wearing earlier tonight. Beautiful, musky, and masculine. You let yourself drift to sleep, breathing him in.

OKAY I DID IT MY FIRST CHAPTER. plz reblog and like.

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[8myass]

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ hi, y'all! i'm new to this community and i just wanted to do a little "intro to my account" post with a bit about me and my writing! `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ my name is lele, i go by she/her pronouns, and i'm 18 y/o, but i've been writing (and reading) fanfics for years. `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ this is an 18+ account for the mature themes written. i know minors will read anyway, so just read responsibly and understand what you're getting into. there should be no shocker when there is smut in a smut story. `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ i follow everyone back! `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ will include a lot of dark content, fluff isn't my strong suit. `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ works are scheduled to be posted every saturday and sunday (hopefully). `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ if you enjoy my works, please like, comment feedback, and reblog! that would be very much appreciated!! 🩵 `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ requests are open! `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ prompts for requests are found here, but any requests are appreciated ♡. requests will be answered out of order, so it might take a bit for me to wrack my brain of good content to answer requests! `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ anons are welcomed. `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ currents anons are: 🧺 `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ taglist is open!

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[abiiors]

Weekends in Manchester - Part 2 // M.H.

I'm not stalking you, I promise

Matty Healy x fem! reader

Series Summary - Moving to Manchester all on your own was a bit of a daunting task so you started walking alone in the city to get a feel of it. Little did you know, the cute cafe that’s quickly becoming your regular is also the usual haunt of a certain curly-haired musician.

Word Count - 1.8k

Warnings - Mentions of food, swear words

A/N - I was only going to outline this chapter today but I got carried away and ended up writing it 💀

(Disclaimer: I have never lived in Manchester and all my knowledge comes from Google. Most of the places mentioned are made up. If there’s anything I have gotten wrong, please let me know :) )

I would really appreciate engagement and feedback and my requests are open!

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Here’s part 1 if you missed it!

You groaned into your pillow for the sixth time.

Your brain refused to let you forget that you had made an utter fool out of yourself in front of Matty Healy from The 1975. No wonder he had looked familiar… A lot of your friends from back home were fans of the band. 

And thinking back to what you’d said to him…you felt like smothering yourself with a pillow. 

It’s just you have a really familiar face. I was just trying to place you. It felt like such a terrible chat-up line the more you thought about it. 

A likely story, he had replied. 

You groaned again in embarrassment. He probably thought you were a rabid fan trying to follow him around Manchester! The thought made you never want to leave your bedroom again. 

Slowly, you made yourself get out of bed. As much as you wanted to be dramatic and cowardly, it’s not like you were going to run into him again. He had probably already forgotten all about you. Right?

For a second you contemplated never going back to The Blooming Bean but their Sunday special waffles weren’t something you were willing to miss out on. 

Getting ready felt like a chore. You usually loved picking out your outfits and doing your skincare and makeup. But today you kept second-guessing yourself. After 45 minutes of misery, you were finally ready in a simple dress and comfy shoes. You had planned on taking your bike out for a ride today. 

For a change, it was sunny out and it looked like it might even stay sunny for the whole day. At least this part of the day was going well. Ten minutes later, you saw the cafe come into sight. Looking around, you found the perfect spot to park your bike. Someone had just entered the cafe right before you and you could see a distorted back from the glass door.

‘Hold the door, please,’ you called out, your hands full of your bag and the bicycle helmet. 

The figure stopped, holding the door open just as you had asked. Once you were in, you turned to face them about to say thanks but the words remained stuck in your mouth. 

‘Well, well, well…’ Matty drawled, his mouth quirking up into a wide smirk. 

Your mind flashed back to this morning when you had so confidently thought that you would never run into him again. And not only that, all your hopes of him forgetting went right out the window along with all the thoughts in your head. You had to fight the urge to not turn around and run right back to your bike. 

‘I am not stalking you, I promise!’ you blurted out instead. 

What?! 

That’s exactly what a stalker would say, IDIOT! 

Your brain seemed to be yelling at you but all the signals were misfiring. The fact that you had even left him speechless was absolutely mortifying. And from the corner of your eye, you could see several people turning to look at you. 

Great! Your little outburst wasn’t so little after all. 

A few seconds later he seemed to get his bearings together. ‘That’s exactly what a stalker would say, new girl,’ he teased, confirming your thoughts.

‘I am not—’ you started but you had no idea where the sentence was going, ‘I am just going to go,’ you mumbled, practically fleeing to the counter. 

You took a few deep breaths to compose yourself as you waited for the man in front of you to finish ordering. Then you gave the barista a smile that you hoped came across as cheerful and bright and not a grimace. 

‘You alright, Leah?’ you greeted her and she smiled back. 

‘I see you’ve met Matty,’ she responded, pointedly looking behind you and you became very aware of the cologne you had smelled just yesterday. ‘What can I get you, sweetheart?’ 

You were grateful for the change in subject, you didn’t think your poor heart could take any more embarrassment for today. 

‘A latte and waffles, please.’

Once you had paid for your order, you turned around to look at the bustling cafe, spotting the last empty table. You sighed into your first sip; the coffee here never disappointed. Next, you took a bite of your waffles, closing your eyes at the taste. 

‘I’m afraid, we’re going to have to share this table, new girl,’ Matty’s voice almost made you choke on your waffle. ‘I mean, I did get here first,’ he teased further. 

Did you want him to sit at your table? Yes, yes, fuck yes. But you weren’t sure you were ever going to recover from the mortification. 

You nodded at him silently and he instantly occupied the chair in front of you, placing his identical coffee mug next to yours. This close, you could see the slight grey streak in his hair, could once again smell the faint aftershave and you had to resist the urge to breathe in deep. 

‘I’m Matty,’ he extended a hand.

‘I know,’ you replied, placing your hand in his. You savoured the warmth, the callouses that no doubt came with his job. 

‘Ah, of course, you do,’ he smirked. ‘Also, I could keep calling you new girl if you like,’ he continued sagely, ‘or stalker if you prefe—’

‘Y/n! My name is y/n,’ you interrupted him quickly making him laugh. 

‘Y/n, a pretty name,’ he took a sip of his coffee leaving you to fight the rising blush. 

‘How did you know that I am new anyway?’ you quickly cleared your throat. 

‘I mean, yesterday was the first time I saw you here. I would have noticed you sooner if you were a regular.’ 

‘Oh,’ you responded. You weren’t used to such open flirting. He raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for you to say something more. ‘Well, I just moved here a month ago, I have been walking around Manchester, trying to get to know the city.’ 

His face brightened at that, ‘then it’s fantastic that you ran into me. I kinda grew up in Manchester!’

Your mind flashed back to last night when you’d spent two hours googling him and you had to force yourself not to say I know once again. 

‘I am sure you have better things to do than be my guide,’ you laughed, secretly hoping that he would contradict you. 

‘It’s a Sunday, darling,’ he pointed out, ‘besides,’ he leaned forward as if he was about to share a secret with you, ‘I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to hang out with a pretty girl.’

You could feel the heat rising up your face once again and for the first time, you didn’t fight it. Embarrassment aside, you had liked all the first impressions you had gotten from him so far. Besides, hanging out with him sounded like a fantastic idea. 

‘Alright then,’ you ate the last bite of your waffle, waiting for him to finish his coffee. 

Soon the two of you left the cafe and you made your way to your bike. 

‘Leave it,’ he said, taking his phone out of his pocket, ‘I’ll ask Leah to keep an eye on it.’ He typed a quick message while you eyed him sceptically.

‘Trust me!’ he rolled his eyes at your scepticism, ‘I will personally accept all the consequences if anything happens to your bike.’

‘You better stick to your word,’ you pointed a finger in his direction but turned around to lock your helmet in with the bike.

‘Yes, ma’am,’ he replied and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You were glad your back was turned to him because him calling you ma’am had clearly made you feel some type of way. 

You quickly realised that Matty absolutely loved walking around Manchester just as much as you did. Every ten seconds he would point at something new and interesting. You weren’t complaining though. Seeing the city from his eyes felt like a new experience. Of course, you often googled about new places to visit but it was different to walk around with someone who had grown up here. 

‘So how did you discover The Blooming Bean anyway?’ he asked, ‘it’s a bit of a hole in the wall.’

‘Oh,’ you shook your head and laughed, ‘I was trying to be artsy and creative and ended up coming across it. Stayed for the coffee and the company though,’ you joked. ‘Besides, yesterday wasn’t my first time. Last Monday was. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time to sit and drink coffee on weekdays.’

‘That explains it. I just got back from tour on Friday,’ you winced slightly at the reminder. Hanging out with him made you forget that he was this big celebrated musician. ‘Besides, I cannot tell you how much I miss Leah’s coffee when I am not in the country.’

‘So how long have you known her?’ you asked out of curiosity. They clearly seemed like good friends. 

‘Aah,’ now it was his turn to wince, ‘went out with her sister for a bit. The relationship didn’t last long but our friendship clearly did.’ 

There was a few moments of comfortable silence after that and you relished looking around you. This wasn’t a neighbourhood you had visited before. It was a tiny little cobblestone street. On both sides, you could see various breakfast joints and the smell of a greasy fry-up wafted from every one of them. For a moment you wondered if you could stomach another breakfast but quickly left that idea for another day. 

The few florist shops along the street were laden with pretty bouquets of all kinds. You stopped to admire a few tulips and carnations along the way. And that’s when you let out a dramatic gasp. 

‘What happened?’ Matty asked, suddenly alarmed. 

You simply pointed across the street at the tiny little sign. Sinclair Books, since 1957 it read. 

‘We have to go,’ you practically squealed, not even giving a shit that you were now holding onto his hand, dragging him across the street. But the closer you got, the faster your euphoria faded. 

The door was barred with a big, bold CLOSED sign. Underneath it was a small board with the timings. It looked like the shop was open every day of the week except for Sundays. 

You sighed, letting go of Matty’s hand. 

‘Hey,’ he turned you toward him, ‘we could always go next Saturday,’ he gave you an encouraging smile. 

‘Deal?’ you held out a pinkie making him laugh at the childish gesture. Yet, he hooked his pinkie with yours. 

‘I’m a man of my word, y/n.’

It wouldn’t hit you then but you had just made plans to hang out with Matty for yet another weekend.

Part 3 is out now!

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[stalkersdiary]

Sooooooooo you're single. Would you ever date a stan? You have fans from all over the internet so I gotta know! You're in music, youre on youtube, youre in local newspapers, youre a streamer, and you're an actor. You've GOTTA know how many people wanna date you. Are you looking for a fellow stalker? I SAVE ALL THE PICTURES YOU'VE POSTED ON THE ARCHIVE SINCE YOU TURNED 18! I'm in your public discord server! I follow all of your socials! I relate to you and at this point I don't know if I want to be you, or date you. XD hope this isnt too creepy lol~

Ah... I have been trying to figure out how to reply to this because you clearly did your research and I have to acknowledge that amount of effort. I'm impressed even if it's a little unexpected. I find it endearing. I think it's cute that you as well as people like you enjoy my content all over the world and that you feel so strongly about me. Especially in a positive sense. I'm happy that my content has been a safe space for you. ^^ I have no problem with dating a stalker. However... It depends on what kind of stalker we mean. I've had stalkers since I was in my very first commercial and to be honest, it scared me. (Though I was around 12 when someone tried to find out where I lived.) These days, I find it slightly annoying depending on the circumstances. Super fans/Stans/Stalker fans are the first ones to comment on how my "body language looked suspicious" in my videos/streams, or how I "look more tired than usual." I appreciate the concern but sometimes, I'm just unstable and I have a life that doesn't make a lot of sense. I love that people enjoy my content and even go so far as to talk to me in public. When I pick up my medication at Walmart or at an appointment with my endocrinologist, it's flattering, I love it. However, don't push your luck. I have at least one weapon on me at all times and I am not afraid to hurt someone if I need to get things done. If I dated a stalker, they would have to respect that I have a chaotic life. I'm constantly in the hospital, on camera, or recording lines and I need to be alone during most of those moments. They'd have to not try to make people dislike me because being an entertainer is my main source of income. If they were to be my new source of income, I'd have no problems, but that isn't very realistic. I'm about to be 23 now, and I kind of need to do what I can to make money. So- overall, I love the idea. I think it's really cute. However, it can easily go wrong and that worries me. I love my fans and followers too much to date them and make their lives harder. As for the "Do I want to date you or be you" mentality, I highly relate. I have so many styles, voices, and preferences that sometimes I don't know who I am versus what I want. I can say this though, if you want me of all people, really consider why. Do you want me to look like me and sound like me next to you, or do you want to look like me and sound like me regardless of where I am? Are you after me for the concept? Or are you interested in who I am as me? Do you want CEC? Do you want R? Both of my online personas? Would you still want me if I wasn't either version but a completely different person? Really consider what you enjoy about something before trying to claim it. Rate each thing about your interest from 1 to 10. That will help you understand how you actually feel. Or at least, it does for me. Good luck, and when I go back on tour or to a convention, I'd love to meet you. ^^ You seem nice. Thank you for opening the Stalker's Diary.

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[mintmoth]

Hihihi! Long time stalker first time asker! I love your comics they never fail to bring me joy! Is it okay if I use you OB AU (the one whete they live withbtheir blots) for a fic? I'll give credit and even send you the link. I wanted to ask first because it's your au and it'd be rude to use it without asking

OH MAN honestly that would be wild??? If you write something you'll absolutley have to let me see, but yeah that's totally fine by me

I guess the only real established things about the au that I'd say to keep in mind (and for anyone else wondering) would be-

That the overblot selves are like real physical beings, but only have the normal magical capabilities of their normal self, since they no longer are in that "berserker mode". Same with their attitude as they're not in the throws of a breakdown, they're calmer then they were initially presented but still are outwardly stewing in all those emotions that were trying to be hidden

I suppose they wouldn't technically be listed as students so there wouldn't be a need for them to attend class other than for people to keep an eye on them lmao. So while some (like OB Riddle) would appreciate the structure of still going to class and existing within a classroom setting, others uhhh not so much lmao

Since they're a residual of the overblotting experience they only exist for a temporary amount of time, meaning they'll eventually fade away. However what everyone feels around that time in regards to them disappearing is up in the air. Realistically though it's not that just magically disappear, but rather that they stop being physical and start being less tangible and eventually only seen by their normal self until they're gone entirely because they've basically returned to their host, in a way

So I suppose you could joke it's like persona 4's "I am the shadow, the true self" except you half to pal around with them for a few months while they wreck your social life LMAO

BUT REALLY if you do write something I would genuinely so excited to see!!

Also side note my brain is like, "call the au Blot On Our Sleeves, like when you wear your heart on your sleeve, that's cute" but then I'm like, "THAT ABBREVIATES TO BOOS THEYRE NOT GHOSTS" what do y'all think

(but of course it can always still be affectionately called stuff I've seen people call it, like the ob roommates au lmao)

#ask #anonymous #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #damn this really is a whole au isnt it #mint rambles

[faces-ofvenus]

BABE here I am, since requests are open. Okay so um bear with me because I barely request, but I've been lately thinking about how a Modern Lucerys would be like with an extremely shy & awkward reader?

Like, she can barely make/maintain eye contact (and when she does make eye contact she lowers her gaze to the ground), is very quiet and awkward, stutters, blushes and giggles easily, but she clearly tries to approach him in small ways by gifting him small things like flowers or drawings?

I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC/LONG, I'M LIKE THIS IRL AND IM IN NEED TO SEE HOW MODERN LUKE WOULD BE LIKE WITH SOMEONE LIKE ME SKKDKDKD

also: you don't have to write this if you don't want to, angel! 💕

Anything you ask me I will do 🥰😔, and yes I loved writing this, as much as I am outgoing, I would be all shy with this beautiful boy

Perhaps you are each other's biggest stalkers, for all your friends (both his and yours) it is simply surreal the obvious passion that two people have for each other, but simply the shame, the shyness and a bit of insecurity prevent you from even exchanging a few words.

You and Lucerys obviously met at school when I say this is very, very young, you both sat on opposite sides, always apart, as if fate was trying not to bring you together, but your eyes and attention, always turned to each other.

You feel so ashamed to talk to him, it's just so hard, your nervousness, the butterflies in your stomach, sometimes even your head that seems to be more dizzy than normal, being in your circle of friendship an introverted person or not, everybody knows that you are very shy, and sometimes quite insecure about everything about yourself.

When your eyes would turn to him, your heart would beat fast, as if you had run a marathon or something, it was so obvious, but whenever your gaze would go to the side, and your eyes would cross, you would feel yourself choking on your own saliva, it was so obvious!? Did he notice? It was comical to see your disguise and embarrassment, like, yes yes, this wall is so interesting, the ceiling has never been so beautiful, or simply the way you looked at the opposite side.

Lucerys thought it was so adorable, he always believed that you weren't really looking at him, well, he was always looking at you, and the reactions were almost the same, but he didn't feel that interesting, to get attention, especially your attention.

Unlike basically his whole family, he wasn't coveted, he didn't feel so bad (sometimes he did) because the only person he wanted was just, the one who seemed to try to avoid him he doesn't blame you, ever, but it hurts, he just wants to be noticed, then eve of Valentine's Day, notes and chocolates, started arriving, chocolates, candies, letters, in his wallet, closet, he was so confused....

His heart fluttered at the possibility of it being you, even if in his head it was something stupid, but he felt Jace's mocking glance whenever he saw the candy decorated with hearts, yes maybe a little bird in love had come to him asking what his brother's favorite chocolate flavor was, with NO pretense whatsoever, to give it to him, oh little bird.

Whenever you saw him with some of his gifts, your smile grew in such spontaneous ways, yes your friends are talking to you, but why do you look like you're not listening, and you're looking at a certain Velaryon with the most psychopathic smile possible, when you came back to reality, nervous laughter came out of your lips, you were mad, when he turned to face you, you just grabbed your friend's arm, and quickly left the place.

It was such a ridiculous idea, yes you know, just go talk to him, they said, but it just wasn't that easy, at the same time your body longed to show everything you felt for him, all the appreciation, all the feeling.

It started with letters, drawings, chocolates, and even FLOWERS, everything you would remember him by, seeing him receiving them from afar, the way he wore the loofah scarf you gave him, (yes you knew that Harry Potter is simply his favorite book, and maybe you are the only one who really paid attention to that) the way he ate your chocolates, and even the way his cheeks flushed when he saw your drawings (whether they were "pretty" or "not").

All this couldn't supply what you felt, but at the same time, it gave you a certain comfort, you knew that he would never look at you, you are? Most people simply never paid much attention to the shy girl in the room.

You looked around trying to find some sign of him, it was finally Valentine's Day, so it wasn't too strange, you're sticking a letter of declaration in a "random" locker at school, people were doing this all the time, wanting it or not, you wanted so badly for him to leave you something, the smallest thing if anything, lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice the reason for your mental discussion coming up.

Lucerys looked at you in pure shock, it seemed as if your eyes were deceiving him, you, s\nmaybe the most beautiful girl in school, were standing in front of his locker with a letter in your hand, yes you could only have got the locker wrong, but the possibility that it was for him disturbed him in such good ways, taking the courage it gave him he went to meet you in large, hurried steps, clearing his throat slightly to get your attention, he could feel himself combusting when your eyes met.

— aah... You...misplaced the locker, the letter... Oh I mean... Hi — FUCK, he didn't even know how to finish a sentence properly, at that moment he just wanted to bury himself, his flushed cheeks said it all.

You were so shocked that you couldn't even speak properly, your eyes had nowhere else to run, holding the letter close, you sighed loudly, you couldn't escape anymore.

— Ah...Hi...yeah, no it's not, I was wrong actually, this letter is for you...I hope...it doesn't mean just read it I don't know. — you handed it over and quickly upset you ran off wondering which nearby ground you could bury yourself in.

You didn't want to see his face, his reaction, this situation was simply so terrible, your conflicting feelings oscillated between elation and despair, in a way that you couldn't tell one from the other.

The next day you honestly hardly wanted to go, to be more specific, you didn't want to step outside your house ever again, but you still forced yourself to go, since you had been sick for so long, missing was no longer an option, you had arrived earlier than you expected, maybe trying to avoid all possible acquaintances.

When you sat down in your class, you noticed a note with a heart in the middle, and a small box of chocolate on the side, you looked around anxiously, the room didn't seem so crowded, and he... It wasn't there, when you opened it you read it quickly, that declaration of love, of the purest adoration, that you never thought anyone would have for you, those words, and at the end one, you want to go out with me.

When you looked up Lucerys was looking at you hopefully, his whole face resembled that of a tomato, or something that looked like the purest of crimson, he was holding a small flower, his favorite flower.

— So... You want to, I don't know, go to the movies with me, or maybe a park, restaurant... whatever.

And clearly you knew answer.

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[taralen]

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DNI IF YOU: Nothing offends me. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) JK I am a very curious and open-minded person. If you have views that don't align with mine, we might not have the best conversation, but it can certainly be an enlightening or interesting one! What are my views? Well, we learn these things from each other through polite conversation. Exposing myself to different lifestyles and opinions is enriching. Who knows? Even a hateful individual might change their mind when speaking to someone with kindness and understanding. I'm open to being followed, messaged, etc., by just about anyone, even people who I vehemently disagree with, UNLESS: ❎ You've committed or condoned acts of animal, child, elderly, or disabled person abuse/assault. We don't need slimes like that anywhere. Anyone that harms real innocents is a piece of human scum, regardless of whether or not they fit the categories I listed. ❎ You're just trying to sell some sex service to me. Sorry, but I am not interested. ❎ Condone or committed acts of necrophilia on deceased humans or animals. Seriously, what the $%^& is wrong with you? ❎ You are a stalker. Kind of obvious, but I had one in the past, so don't act like I forgot. 8^)

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[smokingtiger]

SMOKINGTIGER DIRECTORY

Hello, I'm smokingtiger, a chronically ill college student in their twenties studying linguistics and the Korean language. I think I'm most well known on this platform as someone who gives their unsolicited opinion on all things bangtan and bangtan ship discourse. I've been a fan of BTS since 2015 so I have seen this fandom in all of its most vibrant moments. I am a major defender against toxic solos because I ride and die for all seven members of BTS, so slander against any of them will not be tolerated!

I don't subscribe to any particular pairing but I am not someone who hates rps! Usually, I just like to give an outsider/neutral point of view on certain pressing questions that this fandom has towards certain events, so that's what I'd considered to be the biggest chunk of this blog.

Feel free to shoot me an ask about any particular pairing/fandom event and I'll try to evaluate it. I'll be your personal ship therapist, so if you just want to wax poetry about why you think something is the way that it is, come and do it in my askbox. I do have a busy schedule so it does take me a bit to get from ask to ask.

All shippers welcome (but at this point, most of the people at my front doorstep are taekookers and jikookers. You guys are like cute little stray cats paying me a visit)

A GENERAL SUMMARY OF MY ASKS

Does Jimin Make Jungkook Uncomfortable? | The JAKSAL, 1108, and Osaka Chronicals | Does BTS "feed" shippers? | Why People Ship Celebrities | The Problem With Declaring "Realness" And My Feelings Toward Shipping in General | How Shippers Become Solos | Despite Everything, Taekook | Fanservice & Camera Cuts | GCF in Tokyo: Points & Counterpoints | How I Feel About Fanfiction

ASK BOX COURTESY

If you want to talk about a topic and you're referencing certain moments/interviews and it's a viable source you can link, I'd appreciate it if that info was also included in the ask. If you can't find it, it's fine, I always do a little digging if I need to. I like to have access to what's being said so I can properly form my thoughts around it.

I typically do not address things/images leaked by sasaengs unless they become incredibly widespread and/or relevant to what I'm talking about. I try my best not to spread things like that and/or promote material posted by stalkers; think of it as outside evidence not properly submitted to a court.

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[thatgirl4815]

Another reason I think it might be at the end of the episode is because of what Boeing says. I’m curious about how Boeing says he knows he’s seeing someone else. I doubt he’s keeping up with Sand (unless he’s that insane) so I feel like maybe he sees Ray and Sand being couplely together and he’s like “oh Sand is happy and moved on? Perfect moment to insert myself!”

Although I can’t tell if it’s because he actually has leftover feelings. Just from what we’ve got with his character so far is him wanting revenge on Top for breaking up with him so I think he either just likes to instigate and make a mess of things or maybe he’s like “oh I dumped Sand for Top who did me dirty and Sand treated me right so let me get Sand back.” It can go in either of those directions I feel like. I think i’m inclined to believe he just likes mess though.

But like I was saying, I feel like he’s gonna have to see sandray being together unless they just don’t bother to address how he knows Sand is seeing someone or maybe someone else tells him (I don’t know who would)

Another great point! I think it makes most sense if, like you said, Boeing catches Sand and Ray together and pieces together that they're a couple. But could Boeing also be keeping up with Sand on social media? Maybe he's seen Sand with Ray in pics and stuff and has gathered that they're in a relationship. Since we know he was snooping on Mew's sm, I could see him doing that for Sand on occasion (or a lot if he's a bit of a stalker).

Boeing has also been around Top and Mew a lot, and Mew in particular could mention something about Sand and Ray being together. I could see some kind of conversation where Mew makes a passive comment about how Ray is probably off with Sand, and the name Sand catches Boeing's attention, then that prompts him to chase after Sand again and stir up drama.

I'm really curious to know Boeing's motives. I am 100% convinced that Sand cared for Boeing the way he's always cared for Ray, and Boeing took that care and spit on it when he decided to cheat with Top. I just wish Sand could catch a break. But maybe Sand's devotion to Boeing is something that Boeing wants again because he realizes that he didn't appreciate it enough when they were together.

Another possibility: maybe Boeing wants to get revenge on Top through Sand. If Boeing cheated on Sand with Top, maybe Boeing thinks that if he gets Sand back, it would make Top jealous given all their history.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #sandray #raysand #sanray #raysan #topmew #boeing #only friends theories #only friends predictions #only friends episode 10 #only friends ask #ask

[mjinzx]

[11:15 AM] akaashi keiji

take me out next time.

wc: 1,060 | genre: fluff | fem! reader x akaashi keiji | cw: mentions of allergies, profanity, lewd jokes, 1st pov

[11:15 AM] akaashi keiji | bonus!

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I didn’t know when it started.

At first, it was creepy. A pack of lollipops suddenly appearing inside my locker? Come on, it’s a locker for a reason, only I could unlock it, more so put stuff inside. It annoyed me, so much that I was a breath away from reporting it to the school.

But fate had a different storyline for me, and Mr. lollipop supplier (as i like to call it). Days of finding different flavored lollipops turned into weeks, and as time flew by, I grew out of my irritation. You could say that I got used to it, but never would I get used to the different notes I receive with the said sweets.

Usually, it would be the casual “good mornings” and “have a nice days”. Unknowingly, I would smile. No, more like a grin or a smirk. But I would never admit that it made me feel all giddy inside. Nope. Not ever!

Or so I thought.

It’s been two weeks since the whole set-up. I go to school, attend my morning class, go to my locker and find another pack of lollipops that I can add to my collection. I always wondered why mr. lollipop supplier decided that it would be lollipops. It could’ve been gummy bears, right? Maybe he had a special connection to the little suckers. I remember yesterday it was bubblegum, last week was peach-mango flavored, my favorite so far.

But today, bright red welcomes my eyes.

Cherry, huh? That’s too bad.

Now, don’t get me wrong! I appreciate it, of course. I would never complain about food, like ever. But the thing is, I am allergic to cherries. Yes, I get a really bad allergic reaction whenever I eat cherries, including artificial flavoring.

I didn’t want all of this to just go to waste, I’m not much of a waster, if that’s a word. So, like any normal human being, I decided to just give it to my friends! I kind of feel bad for not eating it, even though I shouldn’t because they came from a complete stranger/potential stalker, but we’re ignoring that part for obvious reasons. I don’t feel like having an allergy attack right now, not ever actually.

My thoughts were interrupted when someone came barging in.

Oh?

That’s not Suzuki sensei, rather it’s the class president.

Akaashi Keiji.

“Good morning. I apologize for the short notice, unfortunately, Suzuki sensei cannot attend math class today. Although, she did say to do an advance reading for today’s lesson. That’s all, thank you.” He said.

Queue the cheers from the students, looks like everyone’s happy about having no class, including me.

“Hey, let’s suck lollipops.” My friend told me, mimicking a sucking gesture, which honestly had a lewd look to it. Slightly baffled, I just nodded at her and laughed. Thus began their lollipop sucking, I just looked at them like they’re from another planet.

Looking back to the front of the room, I find Akaashi-san with a straight face. He’s always like that, has a poker-face with a monotonous voice, and he’s always speaking as if someone did a grave mistake to him. Like he’s mad or something, but maybe that’s just his way of speaking since he is the class president, to invoke authority, maybe? Bottom line is, he’s a scary guy.

While i was oceans deep in my thoughts, I didn’t realize that O was already staring at him, a bit too much. Noticing my rude behavior, he looked back at me and raised an eyebrow.

With my eyes widened and parted lips, I looked away.

Shit. That’s so embarrassing!

Was all i could think of. I assume he can see how flustered I am, as he was still staring at me. It was starting to get hot, like really hot. I’m not sure if that’s just me feeling flushed, or the AC is just busted. (maybe because blood is rushing thru my cheeks?!)

Saved by the bell. Students started getting out of the classroom, and so did I. I failed to notice the cheeky grins my friends gave me as they gor out of the classroom. Fumbling with my stuff, I quickly took my bag and headed out (tried to), still avoiding his gaze.

Just as i was about to go out—

“Hey, Y/N-san.”

Uh-oh.

Shit. This was not how I expected my morning to go.

I faced him, with a not-so-genuine smile on my face. “Akaashi-san! Is something the matter?” I responded. Politely, of course, shaking off the feeling of nervousness in my body.

“Forgive me. I was just wondering why you are not eating your usual lollipop just like every day?” He asked. (more like demanded but moving on)

Interesting.

How did he know that I eat lollipops every morning?

“Oh, that. Well, long-story-short, someone has been giving me a pack of lollipops every morning, today’s flavour was just not my cup of tea.” I chuckled.

“Oh… You don’t like cherries?”

Interesting, again.

I looked at him weirdly. First, he knew my usual get-up every morning, and now he knew the flavour of the lollipops?

“I’m sorry, but how did you know it was cherries?” Imagine me having the most confused face, like right now.

“Wait, you don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“I’m the one who's been giving you packs of lollipops every morning. You didn’t know?”

I-

Blink. “I had no idea.” Blink.

“I thought you knew since your friends saw me putting the lollipops in your locker one time.”

Oh, screw them! “They never told me anything. but wait! Why are you doing it, though?” I asked. Hey, I didn’t want to assume, even though I kind of know the answer now.

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you, Y/N-san.” He said with such finality in his voice, his eyes lovingly gazing at me.

“And, I was hoping you’d want to go out with me. Do you?” He asked, watching me carefully.

Hell yeah, I do!!!

Yup, this was not how I expected my day to go. I like it, though.

“Of course! I’d love to go out with you.” I smiled, genuine this time.

“That’s… That’s great! Thank you, Y/N-san.” He smiled. No, he shyly smiled.

You can say that we just stared at each other’s eyes for a good 5 minutes. I don’t hate it, but I’m definitely not complaining.

a/n: no thoughts, just akaashi as class president (*_*)

© mjinzx

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu timestamps #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #akaashi imagine #akaashi timestamp #akaashi x you #akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #mjinzx

[overtlydinosaurian]

Watching "The Incel to Trans Pipeline And Inside Mori" as a Radfem

Saw this video and I had heard about it but never really sat down to watch it, and I finally did.

I have... mixed feelings, to say the least. And the next wall of text is going to be a bit jumbled and I jump around a bit on things I felt.

Overall, I think the video is a really fascinating perspective and is worth a watch. It can be very frustrating at times though, and covers some heavy topics so be warned. Ok now onto my mess:

I'll start with what I liked. I appreciated the deeper dive into territory I think people are too afraid to discuss: the incel (or sometimes just "conservative") > trans pipeline. I think the author did a wonderful explanation and deep analysis of Inside Mari. I was grateful for the author to be able to bear their soul and trauma in a way that was understandable (in a sense) from someone who doesn't have that same background or socialization. I appreciate the final message (more on that below).

I feel for the author and I understand their plight (as much as I am capable of as a woman), but the video rubbed me the wrong way in some parts. It talks so deeply and empathetically about male struggles with masculinity and expectations, but not once was it mentioned that women don't actually have it easier. It isn't "easy mode," I as a woman am not actually rewarded for being emotional and feeling things like the book and the youtuber/author suggest at times. I am not treated better (in fact, when I've pretended to be a man people were less sexual and rude to me although I can recognize it's anecdotal). The comments are even worse, with people completely skipping over a lot of the misogyny of the assumption that women have it easier, that we can be reduced to just a few things. That the worst thing that happens to women is just men being creepy towards us. While the video, the author, and apparently the book mention that the main character was a creep and stalker, it immediately glosses over how horrifying that would be for a woman to experience and instead favors the perspective of the man, who is lonely and seeking to be understood and seen for something else and then decides that his behavior is okay because of this internal struggle (I understand the "twist" later but this still goes unquestioned and unchallenged before the twist was acknowledged!!). I am glad the author did not try to speak of their perspective being the female perspective, but it feels so upsetting to have a video that's supposed to be about how uncomfortable you are with yourself and how cruel the world can be towards expectations vs how you see yourself/want for yourself, only for a woman's perspective to be completely ignored and worse, that the idea that women have it better/easier/etc. is completely accepted and almost defended at times.

Again, the comments really kinda point out the problems I had with the video and the takeaway. Some of the most contested comments are (presumably) women mentioning how they don't "feel" like women, they just are. One of the comments is a woman who argues "it's not easier to be a woman" and she has so many responses arguing the opposite.

btw, the other top comments before this one on the video have less than 100 replies.

I also find it completely frustating that "billiam" can acknowledge that this woman might not have a fair perspective of men because she is a woman (fair enough) but yet he is still able to determine the perspective of women, which he mentions he is not! Why do men get to define and explain and relate to femininity and womanhood, but women couldn't possibly understand the complexity and loneliness of manhood? Reason: Misogyny.

This comment too irritates me. I appreciate the attempt to connect and relate to women but look what he says are the downsides of womanhood: assault, fear, discrimination. Problems with men? Expected to be respected. Expected to be strong. And somehow this is the same as the gendered issues that women face?

The only reason I'm even bringing up the comments when typically I feel that the comments aren't necessarily reflective of the video or the author's intended takeaway is because I feel that this instance, people ARE understanding some of what is argued by both the author of the video and Inside Mori. Men have it bad, and these men having it bad means they might have it easier as women depending on circumstances, without account for that female perspective from other women. That whatever struggles you feel as a man make it okay how you view and treat women because of the inner turmoil they feel. Just because they feel bad about how they feel or their actions doesn't mean their actions cannot be criticized. And I don't feel anyone but some women in the comments are even trying to criticize what was done by the character in the book and what the author was suggesting.

All that said, I do really love what I believe was the intended message of the video, that just because you dislike labels and feel uncomfortable with gendered expectations you are you. Just you. I appreciate that people aren't pushing for transition as a way to reflect on how society treats the genders and their expectations. I am glad there wasn't more of the suggestion of "wow if you hate being a man so much obviously you must be a woman!" that I sometimes see in these "interpreting media as a trans person".

I just wanted to write out my feelings, and I am curious to see the perspective of other radfems or actually, from trans men or other AFAB trans people. I'm not so sure some trans men would relate to this video beyond the descriptions of sex and gender dysphoria.. but I could be wrong! I feel my own form of gender discomfort but it's not a discomfort with my sex, it's the expectations that society puts on my sex, and even I found it hard to relate to some aspects when the author describes literally that. Maybe because I'm just more sensitive to the dismissal of actual female experiences and points of view, maybe I'm just the one who can't relate. Idk.

Not that it's our style (I'd hope) to harass, but I am not calling for harassment or to shit-talk the author.

#feminism #radical feminism #rambling #Youtube

[mxlovinovargas]

ORDINARY MAN — ROMANO x READER

Synopsis: He's alone, but not with you.

Ordinary Man

CW: Stalker Behavior, Obsessive Themes, Allusions to Obsession, Use of Country Names, Reader-Insert.

Word Count: .700

Rome is warm. And the sun shines down, but there’s a subtle breeze that keeps the day chilly enough that Romano shivers a little and crosses his arms over his chest. A thump in his chest is a dull pain, but he ignores it as he stalks down the winding and narrow streets of the city. Cracked sidewalks are like slaps to the soles of his feet, but he doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. 

In the city of cold hearts—

Romano finds himself so absolutely desolate and isolated. He glances left and right. There are no familiar faces, no familiar smiles. No oceanic, bright, and stormy eyes to look upon him like he really did belong. They just walk forward, quiet and brisk, and they don’t offer solace as Romano pauses in his place. The people just split and walk around him like second nature. 

That’s okay. Romano might be alone, but it’s better to be alone than to be surrounded by fakes. By people who really don’t care about him or care that he doesn’t move or that doesn’t really see him for the man he really is. He doesn’t want to even try. There’s no olive branch to extend when the compromise is yourself, when the Cassandra Complex is nothing but prophetic and he’s meant to burn. Romano doesn't find the glory in trying to deflect that truth. He’s used to this. No point in trying to be someone that I’m not. 

But then there’s you. 

His little rites of passage. 

You’re the one who smiles that white-hot flame, and it licks at his soul like no other fire ever has, but Romano doesn’t mind because you’re so beautiful and so true and so righteous. You seem like you know the real Romano, the real him, and you don’t skirt around that fact. You face it with a brazen fury and you take him on like you need him, too, and Romano just knows that you’re more than you seem. 

And you seem like someone who could appreciate the fact, 

He knows that he’s different. 

That I’m no ordinary man. 

And he may seem like an asshole, a douchebag, and some lazy bum who doesn’t do anything but curse those he cares about and apathetically dismisses him. They’re just rumors, and Romano may be explosive and a wildfire that destroys the mountain side of Italy—but he’s just rough around the edges, like a diamond in the rocky shores of Nice. He would tell you this a million times over, no matter how much a shadow of a doubt stretches and grows and you grimace at him grimly before changing the subject. But you just don’t realize that no one understands. They just see the book for its cover. 

Until they’ve fought my fight

They won’t understand the way Romano thinks, acts, or feels. Not a single person. Because it’s that attitude that brings him to your doorstep, weak and weary, and you just don’t realize that he’s doing this for your own good. That he’s no longer alone whenever you’re there and that you make the sun just a little warmer than before. Exactly as I am. You just don’t see it right now. 

Though Rome is warm with its temperate breeze, it ends before it starts. He’s found you. Romano knows where you are and where to find you. Always and forever, he can see that smile in his mind as he raises his fist to rap his knuckles against your doorframe. 

It rattles. And Romano knows that you can hear him, that you know it’s him. You’re nothing like the vipers of this rusty city. You know where to find him, too. The only rules you follow are your own. 

So he knows that you’ll accept him this time. No matter how many times he has to convince you. Over and over, day by day, Rome’s sunlight beats down against his back and shoulders. The door opens. And Romano is ready; because, well, 

I’m no ordinary man.

#hetalia x reader #romano x reader #north italy x reader #hws romano x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #cib writes spicy fics

[hopefulvittori]

Birds of Prey (AU) - Chapter 2

Carlo/OC & Romeo (AU)

Reposting my novel from ao3. Enjoy!

A tragedy struck when the father of puppets suddenly died in an accident. While the whole city of Krat has been mourning the engineer, the son of Geppetto only felt the sweet smell of liberation. What is he going to do now that the source of his hatred is gone?

An AU series where the puppet frenzy didn't happen, Carlo and Romeo didn't perish from the petrification disease. This is the story of a hawk, a falcon and an eagle about finding their purpose while they're uncovering dark secrets behind the origins of Krat's prosperity.

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Chapter 2: A falcon's despair

The girl has been sitting at the edge of her bed for almost an hour. She fought back some tears from dropping as she tried to calm herself by petting her cat. Pumpkin purred peacefully within the girl's arms. Although its hindleg was still hurting from the previous dangerous encounter, its main concern was to console her owner. It licked her hand as the orange cat heard her breath quietly hitching. Vittoria gave the pet a weak but fond smile as her appreciation.

Sadly, the tender moment between the girl and her cat was interrupted when an abrupt knocking was heard on her door. Without waiting for any answer, Marcello entered the room. The young adult looked at her sister with a faint smile. He wordlessly pointed at her bed, gaping a "may I?". Vittoria nodded and her brother sat down next to her. An uncomfortable silence lingered in the air. None of them had the mental capacity to start a conversation. Not after what happened earlier. How his wife's bewildered dogs chased Pumpkin through the house, injuring the poor cat's leg and ruining an old family painting in the process. They mostly held Pumpkin responsible for the cause of damage. The young girl tried to explain the dogs' bad temperament, but she was immediately silenced by the scornful gazes of the adults. Seeing that, she escaped with her cat into her bedroom, tending to its injury.

Yet, the older brother was there, trying to understand his little sister's opposing behaviour. He sighed deeply as his hand ran through his short raven black hair.

"Aria told me what happened." He started with a rough yet quiet voice.

Vittoria said nothing. She avoided his cerulean gaze as he tried to make her talk.

"Tori, you know why am I doing this, right?" He continued, placing one hand on her shoulder. She jumped a bit at the sudden touch. "Just bear it a little longer. As soon as my project is complete, we can finally be a fam..."

"...Don't lie to me." She interrupted him quietly, then flinched back from her brother's touch. 

The man raised his eyebrows questioningly. "...Excuse me?"

As she put down Pumpkin from her lap, she took a keen breath. Feeling its owner's rising vexation, the cat quickly hid under the bed.

"Marc, what is a family to you? This?" She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "You're barely at home! And even when you're here, you spend more time with this... this wench."

Marcello's nostrils suddenly flared as he gazed at his younger sister.

"Watch your tongue, young lady." He hissed. 

"Do you think mother or father would be happy seeing this...?" Vittoria looked at him with breath hitching. "What would the..."

He interrupted her with a booming voice: "They're gone, sister! If you really want to ask that question, ask that to yourself as well!"  

Marcello looked down at her judgmentally. At that moment, he wasn't the brother of Vittoria. He was Marcello of the Durante family's next ambitious engineer. Not even his kin could question his decisions. Not the way he gazed at her. 

"What would they think of you?" He asked monotonously. 

"M-me?" She asked with hesitation. Though with a hitched breath, she standed up from her bed. With a straight-back manner, she stood her ground against the young adult. Then she looked into his brother's blue gaze and said: "I'm going to be a Stalker." 

He furrowed his eyebrows in a belittling manner. "You? A Stalker?"

Vittoria blinked at him in surprise. "I don't see why I can't become one."

The brother suddenly fell silent. His eyes gazed onwards in an unpredictable way. He licked his dry lips as he avoided his sister's gape. 

The girl tilted her head slightly to the left. "...Brother?"

Marcello closed his eyes, then shook his head vehemently. 

"You know, Arianna was right, sister. You're living in a waking dream." He sighed deeply through his nose. 

The teenage girl looked away from Marcello. Her lips quivered from the new pain she had felt in her heart. Her shoulders slumped in a defeated manner. She stepped backwards from her brother in both shame and disgust. 

She should have realized this by now: this... this wasn't the Marcello she knew and loved so much. 

"The dogs will stay, Vittoria. You must get rid of the cat. As soon as possible." He said with a finality as he abruptly left her room. He didn't even close the door behind him.

Vittoria looked after him achingly. And when he disappeared from her sight, she fell on her knees. Her heart broke in two from the sharp sting of the betrayal that his own brother committed. 

By the next evening, she already asked the daughter of the head of the Monad Charity's house to look after her cat. She didn't have anyone to turn for help. If she could be honest to herself, she valued Lady Sophia more than her actual family. She called her "Matron" out of respect for her as a motherly figure.

She put Pumpkin into a large bag so she could move it as comfortably as possible. It was still injured, after all. As Vittoria was readying herself (and the cat) to the journey to the Charity House, she appeared before her. Arianna, wife of Durante Marcello, stood at the entrance door with a fake surprise written all over her face. The girl prepared herself with a long sigh then started moving towards the door. 

"I'm leaving, Aria." The teen girl said monotonously.

"Oh, already?" Her sister-in-law asked in a faked flabbergasted tone.

Vittoria blinked in confusion, then nodded curtly. "Yes. You asked me to do this after all."

The brunette woman chuckled as she waved her hand in dismissal. As she got closer to her, she caressed the girl's long ashen brown hair.

"Silly girl, you could've just done it tomorrow."

She shook her head. "No. It will be easier for me if I do it today."

As soon as heard this, Arianna's hand movement stopped. The teen could've sworn that her hands were shaking for a moment. The woman sighed deeply as she kept embracing the teen. Vittoria looked onward with confusion, before she mumbled: "...Sorry."

"It's not like I can change your mind." The woman said quietly as she stepped back. She gave her a serene smile. "You are doing a big favour for me and your brother, Tori. I appreciate it."

The girl hummed in response as she picked up her bag. She took a look at her sister-in-law as she opened the entrance door. The woman crossed her arms and gave the girl a satisfied smile. She nodded as a goodbye before the teen closed the door behind her.

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"I..."

As she remembered the events of the past two days, Vittoria couldn't stop herself from shaking. Noticing her distress, the cat (quite literally) got out of its bag to cuddle to her leg as a way of comfort. Despite this small solace, the girl looked at Matron Sophia with a sad smile.

"I... I can't take it anymore, Matron. She always gets anything she wants. If not, she just tells everyone that I'm a lost cause." She said, rubbing her hands despairingly over her face. "I'm so tired of being her puppet.

She leaned onward, her face was still hidden in her hands. Seeing her distress, Sophia was already at her side. She gently pulled her into a warm embrace while the girl was still sitting. Vittoria almost immediately felt relaxed in her arms. She tiredly sighed as her hands encircled around Matron's waist. Despite this loving gesture, the youth was still struggling to calm her nerves.

"You have to be strong, my child. Even if you feel you are in the deepest depth of darkness, you have to find your spark in this life." Lady Sophia said warmly as she stroked the girl's back. "You don't have to be ashamed of who you truly are. After all, we are all struggling to find ourselves amidst these chaotic times." Sophia then looked beyond the door and gave a knowing look to Carlo.

The boy saw and heard everything. Luckily, Matron didn't blow his cover before Vittoria. While he felt gratitude, his heart was as empty as a shade. His legs buckled under himself, then he found himself sitting on the ground. With knitted eyebrows, he looked downwards with a hollow look in his amber eyes.

"I'm so tired of being her puppet."

A sense of familiarity rose within him. He knew all too well how people tried to take advantage of his ties to get closer to his father. Despite this, no one ever thanked him. No one ever appreciated him for who he was. No one ever loved him as Carlo. And now that Geppetto was gone, those people looked at him with scornful eyes. Such hypocrisy disgusted him to no end.

"We are all struggling to find ourselves amidst these chaotic times."

These words echoed within the boy's mind. Over and over again. Carlo felt sick when he remembered the awful things he did to the girl. He couldn't live with that indignity at that moment. He abruptly standed up and ran away from the utter shame he felt. The words he heard that night kept looping back in his mind. He tried to sleep that night, but he couldn't. Not the same way as before. 

The next morning, he felt unwell due to the lack of sleep. During his daily sparring session with his classmates, some of the students noticed his lack of focus. Everyone at the House knew that despite his mischievous reputation, he was one of the strongest Stalker candidates. But on that day, he was an easy target for those who normally struggled against him. His movements were sluggish and weaker than before. Romeo, his only friend, also noticed this. At the end of the session, he tried to stop Carlo from challenging another student by grabbing him by the shoulder.

"You need to take a break, man. It's clear as day that you're not in peak form today." He said with a worried tone.

"Stop pestering me, I'm fine as a fiddle!" He snapped at Romeo, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He stubbornly flinched away from his friend as he grabbed his sword. As he walked towards his next opponent, the blond boy shook his head in disbelief.

"He's going to regret this so so much..." He muttered to himself.

Romeo wasn't far from the truth. The one whom  Carlo challenged was Rocco, kindred of the infamous Black Rabbit Brotherhood. While he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, his size compensated for his lack of brainpower. The twice as tall boy was eager to prove his strength against the mischievous boy. 

It was a tedious fight to say the least. Although Rocco's swings were pretty calculable, Carlo has been struggling. The way he moved to dodge was tiredly slow. It was a wonder that he didn't get hit by Rocco's two handed sword. Romeo knew that if he were in his best form, he would've ended this charade in minutes. Yet here he was, flailing his weapon in a doggy-paddling manner. Even Carlo himself noticed this too. He grew frustrated quite fast, which was his first and last mistake during the sparring match. When the boy saw an opening, with a last act of irritation, he spent all of his remaining energy to kick his opponent in the crotch.

No hesitation. 

When he saw Rocco's fist swinging towards him, he knew what was about to come. With a loud "twack", his face absorbed the impact of the powerful punch. He fell to the ground, drifting between consciousness and unconsciousnes. Although his vision was blurred, Carlo saw some students trying to hold back the agitated Rocco from doing more harm while Romeo tried to take him away. When his friend put an arm around the boy's shoulder to support him, he blacked out for a few minutes.

When he started to come around, the other youth had already dragged him away from the training ground. He groaned in discomfort as he tried to adjust his vision, looking for the form of his friend. The blond boy's face held urgency. Carlo knew that Romeo wanted to take him to a doctor. They were already inside the Charity House, walking through the familiar corridors to the sick-bay. As stubborn as he was, Carlo tried to struggle against Romeo's grasp, but the taller boy was stronger. Seeing the smaller youth's constant struggle, he suddenly dropped him to the ground. He yelped in surprise as he hit his back to the wooden floor.

"What was that for...?" The boy hissed, holding both of his swollen face and back in pain.

"I could've asked the same thing, Carlo." The blond boy said annoyed. "Could you elaborate what happened there?"

The boy averted his gaze in frustration. Romeo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, then sighed a watery breath. He dropped on one knee as he reached out for his friend with one hand.

"You know we're friends, right? You can trust me." He assured him with a faint but gentle smile.

Seeing this as a sign of trust, Carlo huffed quietly before accepting Romeo's hand. After he got pulled up, he dusted himself. When he felt the other boy's questioning gaze on himself, he closed his eyes in a way of resignation.

"Romeo... I think I messed up."

"What do you mean?"

The mischievous boy was hesitant to speak. Instead, he took out the black pamphlet from his sleeve and showed it to Romeo. The taller boy looked at it in a questioning manner, then his gaze shifted to Carlo. The amber brows eyes held a swirl of guilt and confusion.

"What made you change your mind?" He asked quietly.

"I heard her talking with Miss Sophia." Carlo replied in the same way, while avoiding eye contact with his best friend. "About Vittoria's... family problems."

"Oh? You didn't know?" Romeo blinked at him in surprise.

The brown haired youth tilted his head in confusion. "Wait, what?"

"Everyone knows why she's been visiting the Charity House. That's why no one bothered her, except well... you, man."

While Romeo has been scratching his head in discomfort, Carlo glanced uncomfortably at the pamphlet. Did he really go out his way just to bully one girl for months? Everyone else knew about her situation, except him. This news didn't make him feel any better.

"Well, this is kinda awkward..." He mumbled.

"Awkward is an understatement, my friend." The blond youth agreed.

The smaller boy looked at his friend and abruptly held out the pamphlet to Romeo. "...I think you should give it back."

"W-what? Absolutely not!" He shook his head vehemently.

"Please."

"No."

"Please, Romeo."

"Still no."

"Please or I'm going to die from shame!" Carlo whined.

"Then at least you'll die like a man!" Romeo said fiercely. His gaze held righteous anger. The sudden change of tone made his friend recoil. "If you could've shown some concern to others, you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place!"

The brown haired youth tried to give his friend a fierce look, but only winced in pain. The bruise was already flaring in red on the left side of his cheek. Despite this, the cause of the whole problem hurt him and his pride even more.

Remembering Lady Sophia's words, he sighed in surrender then mumbled: "...Fine."

Romeo took a deep breath and gave him a self-satisfied smile. He nodded as he held out his hand once again as an offer of support. Carlo shook his head in refusal. Rolling his eyes in disbelief about his partner's stubbornness, the tall boy gave up. They kept going between shorter and longer corridors until they reached the sick-bay. When they stopped, Romeo tapped his friend's shoulder. Carlo looked at him in a questioning manner.

"Okay, how about this? While you're taking a visit to the medic, I'll ask around where she lives." The tall boy said, tilting his head to one side. "Then you can give back her belongings."

The mischievous youth huffed in response.

"You have a plan, don't you?" He asked quietly.

"I always have." Romeo nodded confidently. "And I know certain people who can help me... besides with something else." He added mysteriously.

Carlo blinked in surprise, then a faint half-smile spread across his face. 

"You and your secrets, man." He said with amusement. The boy didn't pry any further with details. He wholly trusted this cool-headed yet passionate, theatrical friend of his.

As Romeo nodded and gaped a "see you later" to him, Carlo called after him: "Be careful."

The taller youth turned after him, grinning with opened arms.

"Hey, I'm always careful."

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Here we go: family drama. I always pondered about something regarding The Boys. Romeo didn't have any parents to begin with. Carlo had his dad (his mother implied to have died very early on), but he neglected his son due to work. He was sent to the orphanage by Geppetto. Rather than taking care of the last vestige of his deceased wife. Carlo's dad was there, but not there at the same time. I can't imagine which is more painful: having no family at all or seeing your parents but they can't take care of you due to some other obligations? But hey, at least Carlo didn't have to deal with a toxic family background since he was sent to a fairly caring orphanage. This is why it hits him hard when he realizes that he bullied an already abused Vittoria. Romeo tho? Since he didn't have a family at all, he can empathize with other people's problems much more easily. I enjoyed portraying him as an emotional bridge and a social glue between Carlo and Vittoria. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, stay tuned for the next one!

#lies of p #lies of p fanfic #lies of p x oc #lies of p carlo #lies of p carlo x oc #lies of p carlo x reader #lies of p romeo #lies of p alidoro #lies of p x reader

[bolontiku]

"Bullshit"

Avengers AU - Chapter 6

Previous 

Characters: Brock Rumlow, reader, Natasha, (Bucky briefly)

Posted: May 24th

A/N: some people might want to kill me for this one ...

WARNINGS: none? Idk...

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved. 

Brock watched as you went about your day. He really had no idea what your job entailed. Help desk wasn't exactly clear and cut, but you smiled brightly and most people that left seemed much happier.

Barbie caught his eye and smiled so wide he was sure her head would fall off as she waved. He scowled as you turned and spotted him. Brock shoved a hand through his hair and turned to find Nat standing just behind him.

"Aw, fuck."

"Hey stalker."

"I am not stalking," he grumbled.

She raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall he had just pushed off of. "Ohhkay," she made a show of looking past him before looking back at him. "I stopped by her place today."

He looked over his shoulder. "Didn't ask ya to do that." The sleepover had been three nights ago, those two were annoying but… he could deal.

"I know, but I didn't get her much stuff, figured she would want to get back to her place instead of staying in your guest room."

Brock watched her lift slender shoulders. He had taken the guest room, his bed seemed to be more comfortable for you and he didn't give a shit. "Yeah?"

Nat smirked, "something wrong Brock?"

He glared at her, "no."

Nat nodded and he sighed when your voice called out to him.

He scowled and Shelly giggled, "he's really sweet huh?"

You nodded before catching yourself and huffing, "I don't know! He's rude and grumpy and everyone is scared of him."

"Not you."

You squirmed and saw Natasha appear out of nowhere. "I do have to pay them back… plus I have to get back to my place-" the thought turned your stomach. You would have to face your sister and her boyfriend, get them out. Your plan was to talk to the unit complex lords and see if they could help. Then there was the matter of possibly being kicked out for having guests for longer than a month.

You didn't think about how waking up in his bed made you feel safe.

Shelly watched as a slew of emotions crossed your face and smiled as you stared longingly at Brock. "You know, maybe you should… just crash a little longer at his place. I could bring some stuff over?"

You jerked out of your thoughts. "NO!" Shelly stared at you and you cleared your throat. "It's what my sister did, I can't do the same thing to him. Anyhow," you shifted in your seat, "I need to pay them back."

And that is how you ended up standing behind Brock.

You glanced at the book shoved in his back pocket, it looked familiar but he turned before you could get a real look at it and smiled as brightly as you could. You would treat them and then get your stuff from his place and that would be that.

Why did the thought make you sad?

"I- erm," you shifted from foot to foot and clamped your hands together at the two stoic stares now directed at you. "I wanted to uhm, take you two to lunch?! I can't really repay you for what you did and I need to be a grown up and handle my business, but if there is anything aside from lunch I can do…?"

Natasha smiled as Brock stood still beside her and wondered if he knew what he was doing at all? She knew the guy knew how to fuck, there were rumors and the women he had been with were very vocal about it afterward. The guy had been pretty far up in ranks while with Hydra and there were plenty of flunkies for that, but Y/N was a different matter.

"Lunch sounds like a good start!" She answered as you looked a little disappointed, probably thinking it was a bad idea. She stepped forwards and swung her around around yours and smiled at Brock, "right Brock?"

He caught the sparkle in her eye, the way she leaned into you and dropped her head on your shoulder with a suspicious smirk. He had asked her for one favor, what the fuck was she up to now? "Yeah, that sounds good," he answered, glaring at her.

"Now good for you?" Nat asked, looking at you.

You had tensed for a moment as she pressed against you but managed to relax and nodded. "Yes!"

Natasha tightened her grip on you, "Such a good girl!" She hummed before starting to walk, you stumbled a second before catching up and checking to make sure Brock caught up, he did, a few feet behind the two of you.

**

"So, Y/N you like books?"

You smiled at her, lunch had come and gone, the three of you sat with your drinks. Natasha was surprisingly easy to talk to, she asked so many questions and paid very close attention to your answers. "I do! I have a couple bookcases at home actually, eheh, sometimes it's a choice between rent, books and food. I was homeless for a while before I landed the job here at Stark Enterprises and transferring here to the complex to work, but I always had a book to help when I was lonely. Y'know? So, it might be silly to some, but it helped me not feel so lonely."

Nat liked the way you smiled, you really were completely open, which made her wonder as to why you had little to no friends. After her little trip with Brock she had made it a priority to ask around.

No one could tell her anything she hadn't read in your file. That was before she got to the pretty boy and the blond. It seemed they gave the same generic answers but she could tell they were holding back on information.

That was a good sign. At least you had two you could count on.

"... silly, but what is a girl without her books?"

Brock shook his head, "eating is important."

Your smile faltered, just a fraction of a second, Nat caught it quick enough even as you looked at your coffee. Made a quick note and kicked Brock under the table. He jerked slightly and glared death at her.

"A working girl has to have her small pleasures and treasures, am I right Y/N?"

You nodded enthusiastically and kept your gaze on your cup.

Brock closed his eyes, he hadn't meant for it to sound like that. This was bullshit.

"Brock?" He looked up at Nat's voice, she smiled, the damned redhead had quickly shoved him into the seat next to you when the three of you had made it to the complex's lunchroom. He didn't exactly hate sitting next to you, it made him want.

Goddammit.

"Didn't you have a book in your back pocket?"

You finally looked over at him, he could almost feel you vibrate at the mention of it. How the fuck did the widow know anyhow? He reached back and grimaced, he had been shoving it in there trying to figure out a good time to give it to you when there really hadn't been. Now it was crumpled up, a crack down the center, he jerked it out of your reach when your fingers grazed the books spine, flickering over his knuckles for a second.

You felt embarrassment when he pulled it away, really! Why couldn't you keep your hands to yourself? But wasn't that the new Ophelia Magnus book? Brock read romance? "S-sorry!"

You jumped when he flinched, jerking back from under the table, your gaze rushing to Natasha who somehow seemed unmoved but you suspected something had happened under the table. OH! Your eyes widened and you realized how dumb you had been. What an odd couple. Obviously, right? Since they had been together when you just up and threw yourself at them, and she had helped get your stuff from your place.

Mortification swamped you. You had been staying at his place. In. His. Bed. And she knew about it?!

Natasha watched your face, it was quite impressive how easily she could read everything that crossed your mind. Not that Brock was a bad choice but she would eat him up and spit him out, she also didn't much care about the scar running along his face, she was never one to care as long as it worked and she was satisfied.

"Ugh," she placed her face in her hands and shook it, why was she even considering it.

You stood up quickly. "I'm so sorry! Let me pay the bill!"

Natasha looked up from her spot in her hands, "I already took care of that."

You plopped back into your seat. "But I-"

She smiled and straightened, "it wasn't so that you would pay us back. We were worried, well Brock was more so. Brock the book?"

He pushed it over to you and said nothing, his shin already hurt.

"For me?" You asked, carefully lifting it, he nodded. It was the newest addition to the series you were reading. You hadn't gotten around to buying it with everything going on at home. "Thank you!"

He looked over at your little whisper, watched as you clutched the book close and smiled. There. That was it. That was the smile.

Nat dropped her chin to her hand, he was so obvious. That look alone was idiotic. It would be unfair of her to let you think there was anything going on between them much longer. Obviously he hadn't picked up on it either. She quickly sent a text before looking up at them. "So, I had a chat with your complex board and they made sure to vacate your apartment."

You looked at her in surprise, of course. She probably wanted her boyfriend back asap. "I really can't thank you two enough."

"Lets go get your things, I just have a quick stop at the help desk." She said before standing. You followed along with Brock staring happily at the book before tucking it away.

"What's he doing here?" Brock wondered under his breath as a tall brunette waved at Natasha.

"Is th-that the winter soldier?" You asked, stopping in your tracks.

Brock nodded and scowled as Nat hurried up to him and threw her arms around his neck. He watched your mouth fall open as she planted a kiss to his lips. "Yeah, I'm not sure if she's dating him or Steve, maybe both but that's none of my damned business."

"Oh! I thought…" Brock cocked his head to the side and stared at you. It took him a minute but then he broke, laughter booming out of him. "I!!" You blushed, bottom lip sticking out as you felt foolish for assuming. "It's not that much of a stretch! You're both hot! And… and… she helped so-"

"You think I'm hot?"

"My bag is in the break room…" you ignored his exclamation and dared not to look at the two that hugged by the help desk as she rushed past.

Brock leaned back on his heels, a shit eating grin in place as he shoved his hands in his pockets. She thought he was hot. Not just hot, but hot enough to be grouped with the widow. Wait, she thought they… he looked over to where Nat stood with Bucky who hugged her round the waist and pecked her cheek. He shook his head, how had you gotten that in your head?!

"Don't even think it-" she warned him.

**

The car ride to his place was quiet, you gripped the book in your hands. It was a bit of a comfort to find out they weren't dating.

"I'll just be a minute!" You hurried into the room you had basically taken over. It really only took a few seconds to get your items back into the duffle bag and you stopped, standing still at the foot of the bed.

You had gotten comfortable in the three nights you had stayed. You didn't want to go. You felt safe here.

You looked over your shoulder and hurried over to grab a shirt from the dresser. It would be okay. You could still see him at work.

"You should tell her to stay."

Brock rolled his eyes. He couldn't just tell you to stay. Even if he did like watching you shuffle into his kitchen with your messy hair. He didn't think it would matter, you had your place back, everything would go back to normal. He would put the cup with the daisies back in his cupboard.

"She could say yes."

"Don't be ridiculous!" He growled.

You stepped out and paused when both of them looked at you. Were they fighting? Cause of you? "Sorry I took so long."

Brock really didn't think it was a good idea to let you back by yourself. He walked behind you, somehow the complex seemed cold. Was he really thinking about having you go back? Could he ask you that?

"Thank you, both of you for coming with me."

Nat shrugged, "Kinda hoping your sister stayed."

You giggled as she smirked at you and you turned to open the door. Somewhere deep inside you kinda hoped she had stayed too. "Confetti?" You asked, turning to smile at them.

Nat looked at Brock and he shook his head as you disappeared into the apartment. "Not me," she said following behind you.

Brock nearly crashed into her, Nat stopping almost instantly, "the fuck?!" He demanded before huffing out air to blow a strip of white confetti from his face.

"Brock-"

He looked over her shoulder to find you standing at a pile of confetti, paper scattered in strips all over the living room. His gaze stopped on the pile of books on the floor or rather what had been books. He jerked his eyes to your bookcases to find them empty.

All three.

Completely bare.

"No-"

He took a step around Nat, hands on her rigid shoulders to get closer to you. "Y/N?" He called out, making his way closer. He stepped around you, foot slipping on the scattered remains of your precious books. How long had it taken you to accumulate three cases worth of books? How many meals had you skipped? He had always seen you with a book, some were completely dog-eared and tattered, but your face screamed how much you loved what you were reading.

Brock stopped in front of you, caught the single tear that rolled down your cheek with his thumb. "Hey, Y/N…"

You smiled, bottom lip shaking for a moment before you tore your gaze to meet his. "I-its just… just books.."

He shook his head, brows drawing together. He would find them and he would bury them. He made up his mind. He didn't care that she was your sister, the guy didn't fucking matter.

"It's okay… I'm fine. Sorry, I-"

Brock tutted and his rough fingers cupped your jaw and you felt another tear escape, his calloused thumb quickly swiping it away. It was stupid to cry over books. Stupid. He stepped closer and you let out a little whimper before throwing yourself into his arms. "Why? WHY?! What did I do to her?!"

"Я, блять, ��бью ее голыми руками. Это фигня," Nat seethed.

#bullish #ch 6 #brock rumlow #brock x reader #avengers au #natasha romanoff

[inkedmyths]

S1: E16 “Shadow”

Brought to you by Kayla made Shark watch an episode of Supernatural and feel things so I'm morally obligated to watch another episode. And also this fudge I'm eating.

This episode featuring: The Dark from The Magnus Archives, passionate feelings involving Spirit Halloween, Dean trying to help his sad brother get laid, and Unown (the Pokemon)

[ Crepe says I'll like this one, because Meg is back. ]

Oh shit blonde chick? Weird stabby blonde chick?

[ Shark says we love a weird stabby blonde chick. Kayla and Crepe agree. ]

The earbuds stopping functioning is probably a bad sign

Woooooshy wooshy

Oh shit its Pitch Black from popular movie Rise of the Guardians!

I don't think that's going to work against the spooky

The shadow looks like the Spirit Halloween mascot

[ Kayla says this should be an edit. Crepe responds about a video. ]

Oh hey this really has the same energy as that one TMA Dark ep

The one where the camera guy gets killed by shadows

"Ours! You think credit card fraud is easy?"

"Your alarm is about as useful as boobs on a man" LESS USEFUL. BOOBS ON A MAN HAVE THE USE OF BEING SEXY. EDUCATE YOURSELF WOMAN

Also I love the little cursive names on them. Their little nametags

[ It is at this point that everything gets derailed by a question. ]

[ Crepe is from Brazil. Spirit Halloween is not in Brazil. We all scramble in an attempt to explain. This is further derailed. ]

[ Discussion hereon includes Kayla's passion for Halloween, debate on the age of Halloween, apparently issues with a Halloween event in Korea, explaining what Spirit Halloween is, the Prime Minister of Japan, misspelling countries as "cluntries", and Sky Children of the Light. ]

[ Also, this edit. ]

[ It takes over 10 minutes. I am 6 minutes into the episode. ]

Ok so chick was in pieces. All over the place

Dean stop being weird about the officer

[ Kayla says he has a thing for men in uniform. Crepe agrees. I said he was talking about a lady, but fair. Kayla says he's bi so it still applies. This tracks. ]

... THIS REALLY IS LIKE TMA THE DARK.

LIKE ROBERT WHATSINAME WITH THE HEARTS. AND THE SHADOWS.

Taping between blood stains?

That looks like an Unown

This is literally what was on the ground

[ Kayla asks why it's got legs. Crepe says so it can walk. Unown floats. ]

Congrats Dean you got her number. Back to the murder dumbass

Sam whatcha doing

OH. MEG

"What are the odds"..... yeah......... not sus at all

OUCH. She really just went right for Dean's metaphorical throat. When's she going to go for his actual throat, because I get the feeling she will

Oh good Sam is sus about her

DEAN stop being bitter

"Yeah, it happens, but not to us" hes so true

LMAO Dean please stop. Not everyone wants to get laid contantly

[ Kayla says to let him whore in peace. I say sure, he can, but I don't get the impression Sam wants to. In her opinion, Kayla says that Dean is trying to help his brother stop being so sad by getting laid. I'll buy it, to be honest. I don't think Sam appreciates it much, though. ]

"Invite her to a poetry reading" lmao

Zorro Astrian or whatever

NAME THE LAST BOOK YOU READ AND DEAN DOESN'T ANSWER. LMAO

Dean: I love sucking and fucking so much so obviously this is what my sad brother needs

LMAO RIP SAM

Sam stop being a weird stalker. Yes she's weird but cmon

Subtlety? What subtlety

OH yeah thats fucking creepy ok maybe stalking her was the right call

Sam drop down run run get the fuck out

.... orrr sneak up and see what that shit all is I guess.

Sam if she tries to ritual sacrifice you that's on you buddy

Oh yep that demonic mark. A connection

IN SYNC LMAO

"Dude I need to talk to you" in unison. Weirdos

Oh! Oh a connection!

Lawrence Kansas?

Everything circles back to Lawrence

Oh they want their dad there to help. He probably won't show up tho bc hes terrible

Big night!

No no nobody's nervous at all why would they be

Oh Sam wants to go back once he takes care of the thing that killed their mom. Dean though, he's never known everything else.

Dean just missed the three of them being together :(

YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAAAAAAAY

LMAO now they're both hanging on the weird little fence

Sneak 100

NEVERMIND NOT SO MUCH

There it is the Spirit Halloween demon

Oh now they are tied up

"Your girlfriend is a bitch" oh Dean

Yeah it was all a set up. To lure them in

OH IS SHE TRYING TO GET THEIR DAD

Yep yep weakness is the kids ofc

Loyalty to whom ma'am

Ohhh I do not like that please fuck off

Oh so close Dean

YEAH go Sam

These things don't like being bossed around

DHDHDHDH find a girl who's not so crazy so true

She's not actually dead is she

OH HEY YOU ACTUALLY SHOWED UP

Hello Mr. Winchester its a shocker 2 see u

Ohh so its trying to get him out of the picture, luring him in

BUDDY THEY ARE ALREADY IN THE CROSSFIRE

Men Having Feelings But Also Pretending They Don't

OH SHIT

I KNEW IT SHES NOT DEAD

NEVER. TURN. YOUR. BACK. ON. THE. BODY.

Oh good weakness to light that makes sense

Men covered in their own blood

Men Feeling Feelings And Being Bad At It

"This fight is just starting" yeah Sam don't you know its only Season 1

Your guy's faces are fucked uuuuup

Off they go

You're too late Meg they got away

DAMN alright ok that was an ep

-

Crepe asked me what I think Meg's deal is. My guess is either a witch, or the daughter of a demon, or maybe both. I don't know yet.

This one was a long one because we're all stupid.

One more edit for the road.

#on the highway to superhell #supernatural #spn #spirit halloween #pokemon #tagging all of those because i think its funny #anyways. featuring more glimpses of the normal interactions amongst The Gang