#killing stalking??? its just stalking stalking

[akawifeyy]

DRIVE YOU CRAZY | fic (CS55)

description: short and sweet — you prank your boyfriend, carlos sainz jr.

tropes: lovers with secrets, he's absolutely obsessed with you, age gap (mid 20s and 30), girlfriend!fem!reader

face claim: none

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: hehehe i just know carlos would be adorable

You rolled over, facing your boyfriend, who was lying on the bed beside you. He was focused on a video that was playing on his phone, accompanied by an obnoxious laugh track. "Carlos," you whined softly.

He looked at you, pausing the reel, concern marring his beautiful features. "¿Sí?"

A half-formed plan embedded itself in your mind, and a small smirk grew on your lips. Carlos hadn't been very attentive to you all evening, which was understandable because of his enormous workload, but you were still frustrated, in more ways than one. And you knew just the way to pay him back.

"I was at the paddock yesterday and..." you huffed, hesitating for dramatic effect, twirling a strand of your hair in mock-agitation. "Don't kill either one of us." Carlos's eyebrows shot up like twin rockets shooting to space. "Uh, Lando asked me out on a date."

Carlos' face shuttered, his jaw clenching and his eyes turning into flint. "Lando asked you out..." he said, testing the words out and uttering them like they were poisonous. "Even though he knows you're in a relationship with me? Why? What did you say?" His questions were slow, betrayal and hurt shining through his words.

You averted your gaze, heat flooding your cheeks as you fidgeted with your fingers. "I don't know. I just thought it might be nice to see how other guys are, because I've only ever been with you."

"So you want to be with Lando?" Carlos laughed derisively. "Mi amor, he's been with so many women. He won't make you feel special, not like I do."

You shrugged one shoulder, feigning nonchalance. "At least he has experience."

"Princesa, why are you telling me this? Do I not pamper you enough?" Carlos pouted, confused. "I bought you that necklace you wanted, and as many books as you could wish for. What am I doing wrong? Why do you want to go to another man?"

The whole time you were holding onto the prank, adding more fuel to the fire, guilt had been building up in your stomach. Unable to hold it back any longer, you blurted, "This was a prank. I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry."

Carlos made a choking sound, his eyes widening. "You were joking? ¿Qué carajo? Why would you do that?"

"I know it was a horrible thing for me to do, I just feel super neglected," you confessed, shame sucker-punching you in the gut. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."

Carlos shoved off the bedsheet covers, suddenly stalking to the other side of the room. "I need space."

"What?" Horror sunk its claws into you, flooding with you with fear.

"I thought I lost you, princesa. To Lando, of all people. My best friend." Carlos winced, his pain evident. "You're the love of my life. I thought you didn't want me anymore and... I..."

You covered your mouth with your hands. "I'm really sorry. I do want you." You got up from where you were lying, walking to Carlos with shaky feet, and tugging him to your level so you could kiss him. "I love you, Carlos."

"Mhm," he murmured, deepening the kiss, all anger dissipated at the first second of your touch.

"I mean it. I won't ever abandon you, not for anyone or anything."

"Good. Somos solo tu y yo, por el infinito."

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[honeyscara]

—hq! boys reaction to you wearing their shirts( ft. Suna, oikawa, Ushijima,kuroo, & osamu)

Suna Rintarou^᪲᪲᪲

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow over your sleeping boyfriend. For once, you wake up before him, stretching as you sit up in bed. The air is a little chilly, so you grab the nearest thing—Suna’s jersey—from the floor and slip it on. It drapes loosely over your body, the hem barely covering your thighs.

You get up, padding towards the kitchen to grab some water, but before you make it far, a sleepy voice stops you.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You glance back to see Suna, one eye barely open, his cheek squished against the pillow. When he finally processes what you’re wearing—or rather, what you’re not wearing—his lips curl into a lazy smirk.

“Damn… and I thought I was dreaming.” His voice is raspy, thick with sleep, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.

“You were dreaming,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Mm… well, don’t leave yet. ‘ its cruel waking me up like this and just walking away.” He lifts an arm, inviting you back. “C’mere.”

With a sigh, you crawl back into bed, and he instantly wraps himself around you, his long fingers tracing slow circles on your bare thigh.

“You should wear my shirts more often,” he murmurs. “Or just wear nothing. That works too.”

Oikawa Tooru^᪲᪲᪲

You step out of the bathroom, towel-drying your hair, wearing nothing but Oikawa’s volleyball jersey. It was the only thing available since you forgot to bring a change of clothes, but it’s comfortable enough.

Oikawa is lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone, but the second he looks up, his entire body goes still. His mouth parts slightly, and then—

“W-Wait… that’s mine.”

You raise an eyebrow, confused. “Yeah?”

His ears are turning red, and his phone slips from his fingers as he dramatically throws his head back onto the pillow. “This isn’t fair! You can’t just—just walk out wearing that and expect me to be normal about it!”

You snort. “Oh, relax, Tooru. It’s just a shirt.”

“No, it’s not ‘just a shirt,’ it’s my shirt, and you’re...” He gestures wildly at you. “...looking like that in it.”

He groans, covering his face. “I swear you’re trying to kill me.”

You roll your eyes and grab a pillow, tossing it at him. “Drama queen.”

But later, when he thinks you’re not paying attention, he keeps sneaking glances, biting his lip as if trying to hold back another flustered reaction.

Ushijima Wakatoshi ^᪲᪲᪲

You’re waiting for Ushijima to finish showering after practice, sitting in his room wearing his team jersey since your own clothes feel a bit uncomfortable. It’s oversized on you, hanging off your shoulders just enough to be teasing.

When he steps inside, towel drying his hair, he pauses mid-step. His sharp eyes scan you, lingering for a moment.

“That’s my shirt.”

You shrug. “Yeah, and?”

There’s a brief silence, and then he simply nods. “It suits you.”

You blink. That’s it? No teasing? No visible reaction? You expected something.

He moves to grab his water bottle, completely unfazed, but when you cross your legs, making the hem of the jersey ride up a little, you notice his grip tighten slightly around the bottle.

Interesting.

“I should wear your stuff more often,” you say casually, watching him closely.

He doesn’t respond immediately, but his ears turn a little pink as he takes a slow sip of water. “…I wouldn’t mind.”

So he is affected, you think, smirking to yourself.

Kuroo Tetsurou^᪲᪲᪲

Kuroo comes home late from a team meeting, stretching his arms above his head as he walks into the living room—only to immediately freeze.

You’re curled up on the couch in his hoodie, scrolling through your phone like it’s no big deal. Except the hoodie is long enough to almost pass as a dress, leaving your legs completely bare.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” His voice is low, teasing.

You look up, unbothered. “I got cold.”

Kuroo stalks over, plopping down beside you. He tilts your chin up with a finger, his golden eyes flickering with mischief. “Is this your way of trying to seduce me? Because if so, it’s working.”

You roll your eyes. “Not everything I do is about you, Tetsu.”

“Oh? But you’re wearing my hoodie. And nothing else, might I add.” His grin widens. “Tell me, was this a strategic move?”

You shove his face away playfully, but he just laughs, pulling you onto his lap. “Sorry, kitten, but now you have to stay right here.”

And just like that, you’re stuck with a smug Kuroo for the rest of the night.

Osamu Miya^᪲᪲᪲

The house is dark and quiet as you tiptoe into the kitchen, stomach rumbling. Osamu is fast asleep, so you decide to grab a snack—still only wearing his t-shirt, the fabric swallowing you up.

You’re munching on some chips when you hear footsteps. Turning around, you see Osamu leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, hair messy from sleep.

“Well, ain’t this a sight,” he drawls, his voice husky.

You blink, chip halfway to your mouth. “You want some?”

He pushes off the doorway, walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. “Nah,” he mutters, hands landing on your hips as he pulls you close. “I’m craving something else now.”

Your breath hitches as he dips his head, lips brushing against your ear.

“Shoulda woken me up,” he murmurs. “I wouldn’t mind sharing a late-night snack.”

You swallow. “You mean the chips, right?”

He chuckles, stealing one from your hand before scooping you up effortlessly. “Sure, darlin’. The chips.”

You don’t make it back to the kitchen for a while after that.

[grenadehearts]

you're so gorgeous, i can't say anything to your face!

authors note: e.kirishima x f!reader.. (yes the title is referencing a taylor song) m.list here and commissions are open!

You were utterly infatuated with the muscled redhead who had just waltzed into the bar, the purple hue of the strobe lights dancing beautifully across his tan skin.

And when you saw the scars adorning his arms and hands, you knew you were fucked.

As if that wasn’t enough, he just had to stalk his way toward you—long legs, long strides, straight in your direction.

Oh, and you were totally not prepared. Your hands were clammy, your eyeliner was definitely smudged—shit—and he was getting closer. Panicked, you shot up from your seat, drink in hand, and sprinted to the bar, away from your booth.

"Fuck."

The curse left your lips just as your drink sloshed over, spilling all over the man in front of you. And when you looked up—oh, you were sure God himself had turned this into your own personal hell. Because there, standing in the flesh, was the red-haired, muscle-bound man.

A string of muttered "please kill me, please kill me, please kill me" spilled from your lips as he leaned down, cocking his head to the side.

"What was that?"

And when you looked up—thump.

You bumped heads with him, the sound somehow audible over the crowded, loud room.

Yep. You were definitely never leaving your house after this.

Instead of saying sorry—or even acknowledging him—you turned and ran.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you speed-walked away from this stupidly gorgeous man.

But persistent, he was.

He jogged after you, fingers wrapping around your forearm. "Miss!" he called, voice firm but not unkind.

You twisted, trying to slip away, but in your haste, your heel snapped.

And down you went.

You barely registered the pain in your ankle before you hit the floor, your purse spilling open, its contents scattering across the ground.

And—oh, my god—before you could even get your bearings, before the hot, wet tears threatening to spill could even be blinked away, there he was.

All 6 foot of him, crouched in front of you, rough, calloused hands carefully gathering your scattered belongings. His brow furrowed in concentration, and—fuck—he looked gorgeous.

And you? You couldn’t even speak. 

Then, as if the universe wasn’t already cruel enough, he turned to face you, kind yet devastatingly beautiful as he offered you a hand.

And the dummy—the stupid, terrible, awkward dummy—you were, you covered your face.

But, annoyingly perfect as he was, he simply placed his hands over yours, his voice impossibly gentle as he asked, "Is this okay?" before slowly moving your hands away from your face.

And then, the final nail in the coffin:

"You’re so pretty. Don’t hide yourself."

And just like that, you lost it.

Wet, heavy tears spilled down your cheeks, leaving you looking like a raccoon—flushed cheeks, pink nose—and you were sure a snot bubble just escaped as you hiccuped.

His face turned beet red as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Um… uh, shit. I’m sorry. Did I—did I do something? I’m—uh, not really this forward, and uh—" He trailed off, looking at your sniffling, snot-nosed mess of a face before groaning, palming his own face with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no, I’m such a douchebag," he muttered into his hand. "You’re in such a vulnerable moment, and I just—geez, man, I’m sorry. But you were just so pre—"

Before he could finish, you scooted closer, cradling his rough, calloused hands in your softer ones. His shirt was still damp from the drink you’d spilled on him, but you didn’t care. You gently pulled his hands away from his face and murmured, "Don’t hide yourself, too, cute."

And yeah, maybe you were never this forward. Maybe it was the drinks.

Or maybe… just maybe, it was because he had seen you sprawled on the floor—a pathetic, heaving mess—and still called you pretty.

His eyes widened, the dark rouge of them deepening, as a blush spread across his face. Then, to your utter surprise, he ducked his head and buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a muffled groan.

You giggled.

Then, the voice low, warm his breath brushing against your ear, as he mumbled:

"I’m Ejiro Kirishima."

p.s reblogs are sooo helpful and comments!! <3 and commissioning me would help so much.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Phantom is lowkey a little shit, Dew's into that.

Phantom is fascinated by Dew. The golden shine of his hair, the embers of something wild never quite tamed simmering in mismatched eyes, his thin yet so sturdy frame, the way he caries himself with the confidence of a much taller being, his sharp tongue and the challenge he offers, it all draws Phantom in.

The answer to that, of course, is to be a nuisance.

"Still here, bug ?" Dew comments as he waltz in the practice room, freshly showered and smelling faintly of Aether's soap, "you should get some rest. Your fingers are going to kill you tomorrow."

Phantom stretches from where he was hunched over his guitar, flexing his hands. As a matter of fact, his fingers are already getting tingly, and there is no doubt they will soon ache, but he isn't about to tell Dew that.

The fire ghoul, instead of making a beeline for his own guitar, sits on the piano bench, careful not to touch any of the keys. Smart man, Phantom wouldn't want to be anyone having accidentally damaged Cirrus' precious instrument. The quint tilts his head, catching Dew's eyes.

"Aren't you here to practice ?"

The fire ghoul shrugs, mouth ticking upward.

"No."

Phantom secures his guitar in its case in silence, making sure to bend over with his back to Dew, just because he can. He is glad he chose to wear this specific pair of black jeans, doing wonders for his ass while also being extremely comfortable. When the quint turns around, Dew's eyes flick up, caught. He is shameless though, simply raising a cocky eyebrow. A clear challenge. Phantom reaches behind his head to free his curls from the hasty ponytail he put them in to play, a mess of black, white and purple strands falling back on his face, artfully disheveled.

Dew watches. Straddling the bench, one hand planted in front of him to keep his balance, tail swaying idly, Dew watches. He knows what Phantom's doing, just like the quint knows what Dew's doing. A battle of will.

"What are you here for, then ?"

A slight change in Dew's attitude, eyebrows drawing together in an effort to remember the topic of their stuttering conversation, too many blanks to be smooth. Then he smirks.

"Can't a man go wherever he pleases ?"

Phantom shrugs, stalking closer nonchalantly.

"I don't get the impression that you do anything without ulterior motives."

Dew leans back, shifting until the hand he braces himself with is now behind him, leaving a tantalizing free space between his widely parted legs. Phantom takes that bait, and with flourish, kneeling right in front of the fire ghoul, forearms coming to rest on that open chunk of space, almost brushing against the fabric of Dew's pants. He is treated to the sight of the fire ghoul's eyebrow shooting up, an elegant curve here to praise Phantom's boldness.

"You must be tired," Dew hums, tail flicking back and forth, assessing. Phantom grins, fangs in display, dares to lay his head on the fire ghoul's skinny thigh, feeling the slight tensing of muscles under his cheek. He flicks his tongue over his lips, too pointed to be a simple absent-minded habit.

"Not really," Phantom answers, gazing up at Dew through his lashes. Satan, the fire ghoul is so pretty, all sharp lines and abrupt angles, molten stares and ironic twists of lips. Phantom wants to taste them, wants to drag his tongue over the ink peeking from under his shirt, wants to find all the ways he can wring the sweetest noises from the Dewdrop, strip him of this flipant, nonchalant attitude of his until the fire ghoul is left exposed, deliciously bare in all the ways. Phantom's hands find their way to the fire ghoul's hips, thumbs rubbing small circles in the skin where his shirt rides up. The quint nuzzles his face against the fabric of Dew's pants, inching up until he's just shy of brushing against his crotch. The fire ghoul chuckles, throwing his head back, eyes falling shut for a moment.

"You little shit," he huffs, "behave."

Mesmerized by the way Dew's lashes flutter when he opens his eyes back up, Phantom misses a bit before asking :

"Or what ? What will you do, Dew, if I don't behave ?"

The fire ghoul answers with a hint of a snarl, tangling a hand in Phantom's hair to wrench his head back.

"Don't push it."

The quint bats his eyelashes, only succeeding in Dew's grip tightening.

"What ? I just asked you a question. It's true, I'm curious. What are you going to do, Dew ?"

The fire ghoul seems to ponder for a moment, before suddenly shoving Phantom away, with enough strenght to send him stumbling back, landing on his ass.

"I could always just leave you here. Ignore you for a while. You thrive on attention, bug, we all know that," Dew finally settles on, straightening so he can tower over the quint from his seat. And that- will just not do. Phantom makes a throaty little noise, halfway between a whine and a growl, while pushing up to his knees. For a moment, he holds Dew's gaze, before dropping his head. Well, Phantom's never been above begging for something he really wants.

The worn rug is rough under his palms when he crawls toward Dew, only stopping when shiny boots enter his sight.

"You wouldn't," Phantom finally whispers. He peers up, always putting his big doe eyes to good use. "Would you ?"

Dew's pupils expand noticeably, even as he shakes his head in disbelief.

"You're impossible."

Phantom grins.

"You like it."

Before he can fully grasp what's happening, the quint is hauled up to his feet and crowded against the nearest wall, Dew's hot mouth ghosting over the sensitive skin of his neck, fangs scrapping ever so threateningly on his pulse point.

"Cocky fuck. Let's see how long before you cry."

Phantom allows himself a private, satisfied smile. He can't wait.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

The Front Man | Yandere Alphabet |

TEMPLATE CREDIT

Warnings/Notes: grammar mistakes. Yandere Themes.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Its so intense but at the same time si gentle. First he would get you lots and I mean lots of gifts. And the best clothes. He would also tell you the most sweet things you can imagine. His soft side its only for you to see, consider it a gift itself because outside the bedroom you two share this Man is heartless.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

As much as necesary. Lets say he finds out someone (probably a guard if you two are together in the Island) has been harassing you, he has no repairs in killing them. Make no mistake on this. He knows where the organs of some players go but turns a blind eye , well he will order that this one guard is sent to that and that his organs must be removed with minimal to no sleep drug.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Depends. If you two were together before he won and got back on Seoul he would try to convince you. He hates the idea of making you hate him or doing something you dont want to.

If he was Stalking you before the games and he returns he does abduct you but wont mock you for it. But make you see that he is the only one who can protect you from the dangers of the world.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

No. He hates the idea of doing something against your will because it would mean you will be afraid and less open to him. No, he will try to look for ways to get you do what he wants without clear danger.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

If you two were together before the games then he is open to you. He lets you know how he felt when he won the first game, how sad he was seeing his allies die or how much guilt he felt when he won. Even if it did mean going back to you and have a better future together.

If he takes you after he won then he is more reserved. At least at the start of it. He feels like he cant show you a weak side of him or you will think you can escape from him. Even if he misses being open with you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Angry its the most prominent feeling. He knows what he is doing is bad. Keeping them locked away from the world. But he is too blind with his obsession over you. He wont do anything drastic when he is angry, he leaves you till you calm down and then returns and tries to talk to you so you end understanding why he does all of this.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No. His feelings as twisted as it can be. Are Real. He loves you, adores you. You are his reason to keep going and not give in to his most dark desires and ideas. Yes, the Front Man role may corrupt him. Seeing so much death and human cruelty...but his feelings are sincere.

And he would hate you trying to escape. The idea makes his skin crawl. He wants you to be as comfortable as you can with him. He knows he really does know how twisted and fucked up the situation is. But he cant imagine his life without you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Insolation. If you do something that breaks his trust on you then he will leave you on your own. No one can speak with you. The Guards are only ordered to give you food, clothes and even watch you bath (outside of course). Even him ignores you for some time till he feels you are too sad and needs to be on your side again.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Before being the Front Man is idea was to marry you and make a family with you using the money. After he becomes the Front Man all he wants its you to be with him at the Island and just be there together. Maybe he can still marry you in there. But the idea of a family its no longer on his mind.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes. He does get jealous but he does not lash out. At least not in front of you. Its not your fault others does not understand you are his. He will kill them once you are away and you never really know who is who giving the mask and how quickly they get New staff with the same number.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Softie old tired Man. All he wants its you to he by his side. When he feels too tired he wants to hold, at nights he cuddles you and if he feels too vulnerable he wants you to cuddle him. And tell him how much you love him and care for him. Please tell him he is a good Man...it will erase doubts of himself.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Outside the Island he was a gentlemen about it. As a former Detective he could easily read others. How you two meet its Open to many things but maybe you two crossed paths on a store or on a more sad case he had to help you get ride of an ex. Anyway, for him it was instant love. He knew it was too fast and that he had to control himself. And he did. He would court you like the old days. He prefers dates outside or in a quiet place so you two can talk and get to know each other. He sucks at texting and does not use emojis. If you send him one he may be confused...and dont make me start on stickers.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

YES. With you he is a gentlemen. A dotted partner. Unless you do something (like trying to escape) he is nothing but caring with you. He does his best to keep his dark side hided. With others he is cold. No emotions. Only orders. Only a few know his face and he has these on a thin leash.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

As I said Insolation. Its not someone who would enjoy physicall punishments on you. He knows sometimes he can be short temper specially if he is under stress. Thats why when the games are going to start or he is getting ready for a new "season of games" he tends to keep his distance from you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Freedom. He is against the idea of you living without him. He will keep you at his side at the Island and if when the games are not taking place he has a house then he keeps you there. You wont work or do anything. There are cameras to secure that you wont try anything.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Lots. Even if he is obsess with you he also knows its bad and what he is doing its terrible. A crime actually. So he expects some fight for you. Even if he hates when you two fight. He is very patient with you. Waiting for you to calm dow so you two can talk. He will try to use his tactics from when he was a detective to convince you that this is for your best.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die this Man dies with you in a sense of humanity. Nothing can bring him back to how he was. His humanity was removed from him in the games he won and you were the only thing that kept him going, the only light he saw and felt. The only heath he felt, not even the morning sun can compare to you. He becomes colder and no one dares to mention your name or even say that you were ever there.

If you escape he will do everything in his power (and he has a lot) to track you back and bring you to him. The relationship may break but he is still admant on making it work.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Yes and no. He needs you by his side. He does feel guilt at first. When he sees how you miss your old life, friends, family. He tries to buy your happiness even if it looks like its not working. But as time goes on the guilt will go off. He will learn to live with the fact that a part of you may hate him for the rest of his life. It hurts him but he accepts it.

But let you escape ? NO. Never. Its never on his mind. The idea is that you stay with him forever.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Maybe he was a detective on a case and you were a victim. He felt the strange need to protect you more than others. Will brush it off as him being protective and doing his work. Till his mind slowly becomes consumed by you.

Maybe you were friends with his younger brother and he felt like no person was worth of you. He saw you grow up and be a bit naive. And he saw the worse in humans. He may become your silent protector years prior to all the game drama.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Bad. Unless the Insolation its a punish from him he feels terrible when you do it or when you cry. He knows its a reflection of his actions. On how bad they are and how you felt. He would have to ignore you because he is afraid he may break and let you go...

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He is more tone down than a classic Yandere. Its not violent physically. Its not that deep on manipulation but still does. He wont go and say he will target your loved ones if you dont obey him. He is protective but thats his nature.

Overall maybe the best one you could get with.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Guilt. If his darling is smart enough to press onto his guilt then they may get a chance. Dont make it too clear...he is still a sharp mind and may find out quickly what you are trying to do.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Physically ? Never. Mentally ? Yes. The insolation may leave a scar on you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He is over the moon with you. To him you are his salvation there is no other way to describe it. He has you in high regards and wont ever let anyone say anything to hurt you.

If we talk about dating...this Man goes beyond of what is expected. Maybe you two have a age gap and you are used to little to no romance...well he is there to show you that romance its not dead. Flower ? Yes. Chocolates? Yes. Fluffy creatures if you are into that ? Yes. Do you follow a passion like writing or drawing ? He is looking for ways to support you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Depends. But he is very patient and slow on his approach. If you are more shy then he is slower and wont push your boundaries. If you are more extrovert he flirts more. And if he sees that maybe he is overdoing it then he stops. He is actually very communicative with you about his intentions when dating you (pre games). Does not want one night stand but a full relationship and wants to let that clear.

After the games...well he is worried you may have a different view of him. He will act quickly this time. Asking you to marry him or to move in with him. Till he takes the place as Front Man he keeps you close and once that position comes then he is taking you with him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No. He will insolate you as punish but wont ever break you. He likes your spirit, your personality, your human self. He cant have just a body with no will...it goes against what he believes. Besides he does not sees you like the ones who enters the games. So to him you are truly special and for that he promises himself to never hurt you in a way that will remove your humanity.

[porcelana-r0ta]

I literally never planned to do anything more with my one shot of Wes being a Wayne Enterprises intern but the thought of Tim Drake and Wes Weston being friends (if not boyfriends) scratches my brain so perfectly like they could really be out here being stalker buddies 💙

Like,,

Tim, looking at a surveillance pic of a masked villain who robbed WE: (trying to be unsuspicious) the Bats really need to figure out who this new villain is and take him down >:(

Wes, who saw the villain's civilian persona for 0.5 seconds while on a Batbucks run: oh yeah I know him his name is Darry and he likes mocha fraps with a chocolate wall but also his card declined so that was sad :/ wonder he's robbing Wayne Enterprises

Tim, under his breath: I love you and I'll always make sure you get home safely after your shift

Wes: what?

Tim: I said that as my intern I need you to get me a Death Wish coffee

[spitinsideme]

I need more comedy horror au pomni or I will die of thirst

ragatha and her great wall of pomni which sje admirws every day

(comedy horror au)

[athena-vardos]

Yautja community... Hear me out.

ODYSSEUS (from EPIC: The Musical - The Ithaca Saga) giving HEAVY PREDATOR VIBES.

POV: A group of humans (taking the suitors’ place) are being hunted by a Yautja because they held his human S/O and children hostage...

LIKE AUGHHH-- 😩😭

[freakinator]

devotionduo so codependent that when they try to be less so they end up hurting each other what if i kms

[moeblob]

son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control

[kindaorangey]

in the aftermath of s2 there has been a lot of discussion (and mind-numbing discourse, but yes, some interesting discussion) over who is worse, lestat or armand, and regardless of your opinions on it i think it's fair to say the question of "who is worse?" has so far been inextricable from the question of "who is worse for louis?" and, in that regard, in s3 it will be very interesting to see lestat and armand duke it out with each other, so we can see who they are when louis isn't involved.

[kieren-fucking-walker]

Hey folks,

My family life has fallen apart in many ways that are too complex to detail here, it basically means that my mum has finally left my abusive dad and the house (yay!) as has my youngest sister (double yay!) and while they are currently staying with my grandparents it's not a permanent solution.

Me and my sister have been helping as much as we can, but if you're able and would like to help keep them (and myself for the unpaid time I took off) afloat it would be very much appreciated.

My PayPal is here and my Ko-Fi is here, if you need or want more details drop me a message and I'll be happy to discuss it. I can't offer much in return but I can give cat pictures and/or instructions on how to make a tiny pumpkin for yourself if that's something that interests you.

I'm well supported so it's not as stressful as it otherwise could be, but it's just a lot of a situation and any help, kind words, or pet pictures are very happily recieved.

Thanks friends 💜

[evilmagician430]

i find it funny that practically every romantic exchange spencer has ever been a part of was deeply upsetting for those around to witness. i think it just happens once in canon but i like to think that sets a precedent for any romances involving spencer in fanworks.

[burnin0akleaves]

Someone's always watching from the shadows

[kittyplushy]

his ass should be at the club

[beepborpdoodledorp]

This is old news by this point, but I think the thing that irked me the most about James Somerton’s exposure isn’t just that he plagiarized basically as frequently as he breathes but that anytime he wasn’t copying other works word-for-word or adding onto phrases he stole, it…was just so he could be rampantly misogynistic.

Like, we tend to joke about how no demographic hates women more than straight men but I think the phenomenon of gay men being shamelessly misogynistic needs to be put under a microscope and studied.