#loser!neo

[97keanu]

Digital Angel

Premise: In chapter four, we finally reconcile these two nerds into speaking again. A new deal is struck, and our two hackers might just be able to find love along the way. That is, if Neo can quell his new obsession with watching you without your knowledge…

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Slowburn, eventual smut, loser!neo, perv!neo, goth!reader, hacker!reader, reader is trying to forget Neo existed, Neo is not going to let that happen, enemies to friends to lovers, stalking, obsession, themes of loneliness and longing.

Words: 2.4k

Read chapters 1-3 here! Be added to Neo’s taglist here!

Last night’s rain has begun to tame the heat of Chicago, which you now walk down without a care in sight. You bounce on platform heels that come up just under your knees, hair teased to delightful extremes, and a black lipped smirk that has strangers moving out of your way. You were sick of being holed up in your apartment for so long, waiting on some half assed ‘knight in shining armor’, or should you say, trench coat. Even though it still hurt that Neo ghosted you, after a few weeks, you had to move on. It was more important than any hacking case he sent you tonight, you needed to feel like yourself again, first and foremost.

You enter Club Hel and greet the bouncer, who of course asks where you have been. You shrug and give a nonchalant answer before moving towards the call of the dance floor inside. Nine Inch Nails blasts through the speakers, Reznor whispering all sorts of filthy things he would like to do to all who can listen. You find the beat in your body and join the other gothic souls trying to get lucky on a Friday night.

You grind into a girl who has bright purple hair and a lip piercing, she laughs along with you as you kiss along her neck and hold her hips into yours. Tonight was all about having fun, you’ve decided. Not to think about Neo and his stupid cute face and the way he has avoided you for so long. You instead, turn your attention to feeling the fishnets on the thighs of the girl dancing with you, and soon enough the wind changes and you’re happily dancing with someone else.

That’s what you liked about being here. That you were so free. Free to do what you pleased, enjoy others' company without even saying a word, perhaps even quell that deep pit of loneliness that has opened inside you with a kiss from a stranger. You do just that as someone else pulls you in, letting their drunken lips taste yours, red lipstick meeting your black ones.

You have no idea that while you forget your inhibitions, the person whose attention you want most is watching from the balcony…

———

Neo knew you were coming out tonight. He saw you getting ready through your webcam, and broke down and checked your IM’s to see where exactly you would be. That’s why he’s standing here, holding some kind of red liquid he doesn’t even really want to drink in a cheap black goblet. He leans his elbows on the balcony’s edge, looking down at the dance floor, watching as your lips connect with another’s. A part of him is pissed seeing this kind of behavior. He wants you all to himself, that much he has come to understand. The other part of him is turned on by watching your form move, tight black latex dress holding your curves better than any dance partner, the color glistening under the red lights.

Neo knows what he has to do. He has to get your attention, but he was never a good dancer. Or at least, he had never tried, he should say. This type of crowd was a place he had never been invited to before you, so the idea of going down there, working his way through the sweaty bodies, until he could plant himself there to grind against your lovely form, was a nightmare. He tried not to let his nerves get to him, instead watching you.

Despite initial jealousy, he knows he can’t be mad since you two aren’t officially dating, nor have you been on an official date whatsoever, no thanks to him. He was the one who got scared, who got too close to your flame that the warmth frightened him off. What could he expect from you? To have you wait forever? You were never the type, that much was easy to see. Instead, Neo finds himself appreciating that you kept doing what you do, being yourself in face of his rejection. It was really quite sexy actually.

He watches as you’re sandwiched between two other women, screaming out the lyrics to Love My Way by The Psychedelic Furs, full of life and laughter. Neo considers leaving, not ruining your night, letting you have fun with people your own age and all but forgetting about him besides the hacking projects you two complete together. Even that, he could try to turn away from, if it meant you more happiness. It was clear how down the whole situation had made you, too many nights spent all alone in your room, too many nights coming home early when you should have been out.

Letting you go would be the right thing to do.

But Neo has never done the right thing when it comes to you.

———

Your fair share of drinks have been bought for the night, and you feel the world around you move hypnotically. Your thoughts are lost in heavy bass and droning music, songs that you love coming on so you can shout your heart out without shame. You had almost forgotten that hole in your heart that had been consuming you the past few weeks.

That was until you felt a new pair of hands snake around your hips, fingers enjoying the feeling of the latex on your dress. You grind into the stranger as you have been doing, letting them feel your ass against them. To your surprise, they react differently than the other club patrons have been to such a move. Usually, you were being fondled and groped deeper when you invited it in such a way, but instead, the fingers of this stranger linger, slowly moving down your dress to touch your exposed thighs, almost marveling at how soft your skin feels there. Everything was perfect until you turned to see who this unusual, mysterious stranger was, your drunken eyes going wide with the sight.

There, in his best gothic attire(which wasn’t saying much), stood Neo. You looked into those dark eyes of his and could see there was caution there as well, as if he was unsure of how you would react to finding out your dance partner for the last minute or so was him.

“What are you doing here?” You blurt out over the speakers, confusion bringing your thin eyebrows together.

“Only place I knew you frequented.” He responded plainly, walking a bit as if to offer to find a better place to speak, knowing that a talk was in order.

You watch as he begins to move through the crowd of writhing bodies, and for a second you consider not following, letting him go after how cruel he’s been to you. Instead, you stomp after him on your platforms, wobbly after so many drinks.

You feel frustrated as he moves from you, making you physically chase after him now, not to mention ruining your night of fun away from thoughts of him by simply just being here. You two finally make it to a nearby booth, a few discarded drinks still sitting there, but Neo moves them to the side. You sit across from him, your chest bared and waist tight from your latex dress, putting you on almost full display in front of him. You hope he doesn’t think you dressed this way just for him to see.

“Look, I think an apology is owed…” He begins, looking around as if he’s nervous to be seen talking to you.

You almost scoff in his face. Who does this guy think he is?

”Um, yeah, I think it is,” you say bluntly, the liquor making you madder than you probably have a right to be in this situation. “You totally ran out on me.”

Once again, the thought that you two aren’t officially dating, so he doesn’t technically owe you anything as such crosses your mind. You throw that thought to the wind, you’re too pissed to care about the ethics of it all.

Neo hears your words, the tone in your voice, and looks down, fiddling with a black napkin that was sitting nearby. He opens his mouth to speak, his shoulders moving towards his ears as if to protect himself. He doesn’t know what to say, that much is clear.

“I just…” He tries to get out, but nothing more passes through his soft lips.

“Just? Just what Neo? Didn’t care if it hurt that you left without saying anything? Didn’t even want to come check on me at all? Just want to order me around to help you with your hacking, which I still haven’t seen a lick of pay from by the way.” You add the last part as an insult to injury here, crossing your arms underneath your breasts with a huff.

Not checked on you? If only you knew…

Neo clears his throat and puts a hand into the inner pocket of his trench coat. He pulls out a small, black bag. He passes it over the expanding space between the two of you on the table, then taps his fingers against it.

You say nothing, taking the bag and opening it. It was filled with cash, and from your short look through, enough to cover your rent for a few months or more. It was fair, for the work you’ve been doing. Your eyes glance up to where he sits nervously across from you.

“So, what? You grind up on me in the club just to hand me what you owe?” You say with snark.

“Hey, I seem to remember it was you who was doing the grinding.” He pipes back, holding up his hands in defense.

And in that second, you’re drunk enough to laugh out loud at the look on his face and the whole situation. This seems to calm his nerves for a second.

“Well, thank you, I guess,” You finally say, getting ready to stand and leave, seeing as there isn’t much else to talk about if he isn’t willing to talk about it.

As your hand moves across the table when you try to leave, Neo’s large one wraps around your wrist.

“Wait,” He starts, deep eyes looking into yours, a sense of pleading coming from him.

“You have every right to be mad at me. I shouldn’t have left when I did, and I especially should have reached out to you for more than just work after that night. I’m sorry.” He closes his eyes as he talks, as he’s afraid to see what your face will betray to him from being so open.

You say nothing, watching his eyes open, unable to contain seeing your reaction for that long, and you crack into a smile.

“Okay, okay. You’re forgiven,” You sit back down across from him. “But, I want to add a condition to our agreement.”

Neo nods along as you talk, almost ready to agree to whatever terms and conditions you have so long as you’re not mad at him anymore.

“And that condition is?” He says with wide eyes.

”That condition is,” You drag the moment out, looking down at the table before the confidence to say what you want comes. “I want us to be friends.”

Neo blinks, then blinks again, as if he hadn’t heard you right.

“Friends?” He says, as if the word is a foreign concept.

“Yep,” You say with a nod, holding out a black manicured hand across the table. “Friends. I want us to be able to talk to each other whenever we like without all the awkwardness. And I would appreciate it if we could go and hang out with each other sometimes.”

Neo’s hand nervously slides into yours, as if he’s afraid of what he’s gotten himself into.

“Go out together, sure, we could do that sometime.” He says, then looks down at the table. “But why?”

Now, it’s your turn to be confused.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head, curious as to why he would ask such a thing.

“I mean,” He sighs out, then looks around again before speaking, then leans in. “I mean, why do you want to hang out with me? I’m hardly the type you usually go for if your dance partners for tonight were any hint.”

“I don’t ask my dance partners to go out with me during the day…Usually.” You say with a laugh, trying to make him understand that what happens here isn’t as deep of a connection as he thinks it is.

“But, I’m like ten years older than you, at least. And I’m not super into all this,” He waves a hand to the environment around him. “Goth-y kind of stuff. Not that there’s anything wrong with it…”

“I’m sure there’s a baby bat hiding in you somewhere, Neo.” You tease him, leaning forward as you speak. “Besides, I don’t care if you like the stuff I like. I just want someone to talk to…”

You don’t know if it was the liquor that made you comfortable enough to say that last part, or if your overwhelming need for true connection had finally come to a head, but you’re glad you said it. After you did, Neo sank back into the booth, thinking the whole thing over, before leaning in once more.

“Okay. Friends. I think I can manage that…” he says with a smile, a genuine smile that sneaks up to his eyes, makes his ears move with a tinge of delight at the concept.

“Friends it is.” You hold out a hand, and he takes it once more. “Now, as friends, let’s get our ass out on that dance floor!”

You yell with glee as Neo lets you pull him along back into the crowd, anger in each other forgotten. The promise of having a genuine connection with someone in this city was enough to sedate both of you into a more blissful night.

Still, you couldn’t help but kick yourself a little. You knew you wanted to be more with him, knew that you touched yourself just last night thinking of him, his name falling off your lips sweet like honey. But there was no way you could admit that this early. You still had no idea if he felt the same way.

[rafyki]

Part two of the Goth! Nico/Surfer! Percy!! @neo-kid-funk liked it so much I couldn't not post another part so soon!! That's what your art does to me!! Pure inspiration!!!

This time it's Percy's turn to be a huge loser with a huge crush lmao

Part one, if you haven't read it~

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Percy threw himself on his beach towel, trying his best not to spill his precious drink even in his excitement.

“Annabeth, he smiled at me!”

His friend looked up from the huge book she was reading, a skeptic but fond look in her eyes.

“Percy, he works in retail, smiling at customers is literally his job”.

Percy groaned, took a sip of his drink - not alcoholic, but maybe it could make him forget his huge absurd crush on a boy he didn't even know.

The prettiest boy you've ever met though, his brain usefully supplied. What did it even matter that they didn't really know each other and that they had exchanged perhaps a total of twenty words to each other? Nothing, not when said boy had the prettiest features Percy had ever seen, the most enchanting eyes, the deepest and most beautiful voice, and the most charming shade of pink coloring his nose and cheeks. And, finally today Percy could add to the list that he even had the softest and cutest honest smile ever - because Percy could tell the difference between a “customers smile” and an honest one, and the way Nico had smiled today? It couldn't have been anything but honest, and it had made warmth bloom into Percy's stomach, made his heart grow ten sizes.

“No, Annabeth”, he said, at the cost of sounding like a petulant little child. “He smiled for real! He even laughed a little!”

“Did he?”

“I'm telling you he did!”

She seemed to consider it for a long moment. Percy waited with as much patience as he could muster for her opinion. He could always count on Annabeth being horribly and unapologetically honest with him; he could definitely trust her to be the one to offer him a cruel but needed reality check to bring him back to earth.

She had been the main witness of Percy’s fall into the hopeless (or maybe not so hopeless?) rabbit hole that was his crush for the kiosk boy, had been listening to him ranting on and on about him for probably almost a month now, and had been dragged on the beach way too many times against her will for Percy to ignore her valid as always opinion.

“That doesn’t necessarily mean he likes you, Seaweed-brain, you know that, right?”, she said, and Percy knew, but his heart fell anyway. “Still”, she added, and Percy couldn’t help but perk up at the tone of her voice. He knew that tone - it was the tone she used when she was about to say something optimistic even against her better judgment. 

“I guess it is weird for him to smile like that at customers - at least, I’ve never seen him do it - and we do spend a whole lot of time on this beach and at the kiosk”.

She said the last part with just a tiny little bit of annoyance - but Percy knew her well enough to know that she would forgive him eventually.

“I need your support, Annabeth, you know that!”

“You could take Grover with you next time”.

“I did once, remember? He was even more nervous than me”, Percy said. “Not exactly the best wingman”.

Annabeth rolled her eyes at him. “It’s not like you’re doing much but staring at him and daydream anyway”.

Well, that was a low blow, but true.

“That’s not true”, he still said, just for the sake of it. It earned a raised eyebrow and the most skeptical expression he had ever seen on his friend’s face.

“Percy”, she said, slowly as if she was talking to a kid. “Showing off your surfing skills and hoping he’ll find you so incredibly hot he’ll fall on your knees for you is not doing something about this”.

Ouch. Alright, maybe Annabeth’s reality checks were a little too honest and harsh sometimes.

“You can’t know it won’t work”, Percy said.

She was right, of course - she always was, and Percy hated and adored her for it. 

He sighed, setting aside his drink and looking at the kiosk, his eyes finding Nico right away with practiced experience. He was serving someone, and Percy’s first thought was I wonder if he’s smiling like that at them too - which was stupid, and he knew that too, but knowing it didn’t really change anything. Percy was perfectly aware of how ridiculous he was being, but despite what Annabeth might have said about it, knowledge wasn’t always all that mattered.

He sighed, forcing himself to look away.

“What do you think I should do?”

“Well, you really only have two options”, Annabeth said.

It wasn’t exactly hard to guess what she was referring to.

“Either giving up or finding the courage of asking him out?”.

“Precisely”.

“Ugh”, Percy groaned. “You’re not much more helpful than Grover, you know?”

Annabeth laughed. “You know I’m right, Seaweed-brain”.

“I hate you”.

“Hating me won’t make you date the boy of your dreams”.

The boy of your dreams - oh, he really was, wasn’t he? Percy didn’t even know when exactly he had started to be unable to think about Nico, to want nothing more than to talk to him and get to know him for real; things had degenerated pretty fast - one moment Nico was just the cute goth boy working at the beach, and then the next he was Percy’s newest obsession.

It was weird - Nico wasn’t exactly his type; he seemed to be all dark and sharp edges, cloaked in black like he was constantly trying to hide in the shadows even under the bright sun. He looked like the kind of person that kept everyone at arm's length, and it only made Percy want to get closer and closer.

He realized his eyes had turned to him again, following his every move. He was talking to his friends, his words accompanied by wide hand gestures - Percy had noticed this habit of his before; it was adorable, really. Percy wanted to talk to him and see it from up close.

“He’s so pretty Annabeth, I’m gonna die”.

That was probably the thousandth time Annabeth had heard him saying that, so the roll of her eyes was definitely justified.

“Then go talk to him and ask him out”.

Percy groaned. She made it sound so easy.

He got up, took his surfing board again. “Maybe”, he said. “But first I’m going to see if my plan of being too hot to resist is gonna work”.

“You’re ridiculous”.

“Thanks, I didn’t know that”.

Annabeth rolled her eyes again and went back to her book. Who even preferred reading a book on a beach instead of going into the water? Percy would never understand that.

He walked towards the water with his mind still fixed on the same thought. He wondered if Nico liked the ocean - maybe they could enjoy it together, maybe Percy could teach him how to surf.

Maybe. If he could actually find the courage of asking him out.

[d0llyrat]

Recent stuff :D

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weirdos on Twitter loooove to assume that for any given localization job that the original Japanese is INHERENTLY better, as if one of the most common goals in localization isn't 'turn dogwater writing into something interesting'

[iovesia]

Honestly speaking. The world needs more Neo fics.

His looks soo good in the first movie.

(this is my first time doing an ask, I'm not good at this at all, hope to do more asks!)

the world does need more neo fics, nonnie! 🗣️ like that's my sad wet puppy bf right there !!

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I crave attention sometimes…

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Soundtrack: loser by beck

[wildtornado-o]

Fox Roman and Mouse Neo <3 was in the mood to draw some animals today so I figured why not these two goobers :3 Roman is supposed to be an Extreme Piebald Fox and Neo is a brindled mouse :)

[97keanu]

could i request some loser! neo x reader where's he's her stalker 😳

Premise: Neo sees you on the train and just knows he has to have you.

Tags/CW: f!reader, stalker!neo, loser!neo, dark content, obsessive!neo, innocent!reader, shy!reader, neo has never had a girlfriend, age gap, heavy on Neo's perspective since a lot of this reader has no clue what is going on, sexually frustrated!neo, p in v mentions, tiniest bit of a slow burn (for set up purposes), pred coded!neo, prey coded!reader, Neo is a C R E E P fr!, Neo watches you through your webcam, long distance mutual masturbation, Neo fakes being an interested innocent love interest, Neo steals your panties, Intro of Neo taking you on a date despite secretly stalking you.

Authors note: Part One imagine for a Part Two full fic. The fic is dark, please take content warnings at your own risk.

. ｡✩ You've just sat down after rushing to catch the train, your breath beginning to regulate, flustered and pulling your hair back from your face. You feel the heat in your cheeks despite the night air being colder lately, and lean a cheek against the cool window. You stare out into the night as it begins to drift by, stars and cityscape getting lost in the blur.

. ｡✩ This train car has less residents at the moment than usual, likely since the time of night. You don't really look to anyone in particular, instead choosing to keep to yourself, your gaze away from other passengers. You have no idea that you, however, have been noticed.

. ｡✩ Neo is sitting across from you, and from the moment you rushed inside the car, he was intrigued. You, who despite being flustered by almost missing the train, seem to float into your seat. Neo is taken back by your beauty, he sees you and feels as if he's seen an angel. Neo has to look away from you to compose himself. He begins to internally degrade himself for being so caught up in you. He knows someone like you would never talk to a loser like him. In fact, as he glances back to you, your face turned away from him towards the window, he can see his own reflection, hazy from the distance.

. ｡✩ Even in the haze, Neo can see the dark circles around his eyes, his pale skin jumping out from all the darkness surrounding him. There's just something about him that seems off. He looks almost sickly, Neo concludes. His lack of sleep is obvious. The way his face has such thin and sharp angles are also telling, but that's what happens when a man only survives off of cigarettes and black coffee.

. ｡✩ Neo knows how he looks, especially to women. He hasn't caught the eye of anyone in years, and he hates to admit that at 35 he still hasn't really had a girlfriend. As he continues down that thought rabbit hole, he glances back to you, and can't help but feel his stomach tighten at your perfectness. How simple, yet affective your soft demeanor is. He imagines that if were able to magically choose a girlfriend, he would want her to look like you. You with your youth and beauty. From the looks of it, you must be in your early 20s, and Neo almost feels ashamed of how old he has gotten. Someone like him shouldn't even be thinking of someone like you. He was certain that others would find him to be a creep if they knew the kind of thoughts he was developing for you in such a short time.

. ｡✩ Neo's hand clutches onto his pant legs as he tries to look away from you, to stop thinking about you looking over at him. He hates how badly he wants your attention right now, and if his thoughts were wishes you would glances up from the window, smile at him, and give him want he craves. He can just imagine you from there, the rest of the passengers of the car fading away from his imagination, on the two of you on this train car. You would stand up, and slyly come over, straddling him. Your dress tonight, while not immodest, is currently riding up and showing just the smallest hint of your thighs. Neo imagines that when you do straddle him, he would get to run his hands up your dress and get to caress those lovely thighs of yours. Neo feels himself zoning in on your thighs right now actually, and prays you don't catch him watching. He keeps telling himself to stop, it's not normal to think these things about a stranger, but his sleep deprived mind keep urging him on. Soon he can barely stay seated the same way, his cock struggling against his pants. He glances back up at your tender, innocent face, both disgusted with himself, and again, dreaming you would just give a glance his way.

. ｡✩ He about jumps out of his skin when the train hits a bump, the car bouncing just a bit, the lights flashing, and for a second he believes some supernatural force is trying to berate him for his thoughts. That is, until, when he glances back to you, who has also taken a small, worried look up at the lights, before you drop your gaze back down and directly meets Neo's deep, dark eyes. He watches you with his breath held, seeing how gentle and kind your eyes are for the first time fully.

. ｡✩ You hadn't been paying any mind to the rest of the world, your mind had been trailing around all the things you must do when you get home, despite being so tired from your extra long shift tonight. Usually you don't work so late, but tonight was different. You could almost feel it in the early autumn air. Something was changing, you just didn't know what. You had read your horoscope today, finding that it vaguely mentioned something about a turmoil in your love-life, though you highly doubted that applied to you, seeing you didn't have a boyfriend. It didn't give much help for the real part of your day, which was taking care of rude customers and 3 no call no shows for your shift. The real turmoil was in how badly your feet ached, and how the muscles in you face were sick of smiling on automatic all day long.

. ｡✩ That's why when you're suddenly pulled to paying attention to the real world, finding the sharp, dark eyes of a stranger, you can't help but smile softly. You almost wish you didn't do it, but there was no commanding it, it just came out like that. You hated being rude after all, and a small smile to a stranger really wasn't a big deal. Somehow though, the way the man across from you seems to light up from your attention has you wondering if that smile was a good thing or not. He wasn't an ugly man per se. He could be quite handsome in fact, if he found himself some better sleep and cleaned up a bit. You actually have to dart your eyes away in embarrassment when you realize that you are now gazing back at him just as intently as he is you.

. ｡✩ Neo can hardly believe it. It's just like he imagined it, you glancing up and smiling, so softly, so angelically. To him, it's as if you've spared him from his grief of thoughts. He also finds himself wondering, was this meant to be then? It's like a wish come true, and he isn't really sure he is ready to let that go. He sees as you look away with embarrassment from your own moment of staring, and he wants to call out to you and tell you "No, please keep looking, I want to be held by your eyes, your gaze that is so gentle, so sweet".

. ｡✩ Neo tries to build the courage for the rest of the ride to speak to you, but you don't look his way once again. He can feel the train slowing to his stop soon, and he knows he doesn't have much time to make a decision. He's practically sweating over the whole ordeal, trying to decide if he's even worthy to talk to you or not. As he's doing this, he is surprised for the second time tonight when you begin to stand, gathering your things, and ready to had off the train at the same stop as Neo.

. ｡✩ This is it. Neo has to decide. His cowardly demeanor gets the better of him, and he can't bring himself to make words form in his throat. He simply watches as you glide past him without a second thought his way, and Neo finds his legs frozen for a moment. He may not be able to speak to you now, but he can't just let you leave his life for good. He has to do something.

. ｡✩ Later he will justify this. Tell himself "It's okay, you had to, you couldn't let her just leave forever." or "Besides, it's late, a woman like her needs to be protected." and that will quiet the nudging doubt in his mind. For now, he is not thinking much at all. He almost feels animalistic, as if suddenly he's found himself hunting you, the pretty little prey in the night. He slips off the train silently, letting you go far enough ahead that you won't notice his dark form stalking behind you.

. ｡✩ As you pass yellowing streetlight after another, those tiny beacons of the dark Chicago night, you start to have a uneasely feeling, but you choose to ignore it, instead walking just a bit faster towards your apartment. You come to it eventually, slipping inside without a look behind you, locking the door just to feel a bit safer. You go into your bedroom to unwind after the day, and have no second thoughts about your slightly open window blinds.

. ｡✩ Neo will tell himself later he was doing what was good for such an innocent little lamb like you, making sure you got home safely. He will not admit that he's the wolf you should be afraid of. Instead he will please himself to what he saw through the tiny slit of your window. The golden light of your room shining through to his awaiting eyes, your perfect form slowly undressing after a long day. He can't help but wish it was him assisting you, slowly moving his fingers across your skin, slipping off any piece of fabric until you're completely naked for him.

. ｡✩ Soon enough, Neo is finding himself outside your apartment more and more. He can't help but to check in on you. Even with the show you unknowingly gave him early, he finds himself so intrigued just from watching you do the smallest of things. Whether how you tilt your head to the side every time you check the kitchen for a snack, or how you softly hum or sing around the house while cleaning, your image has him completely entranced. He can hardly keep up with his day job, instead choosing to call out often to get sleep after staying up late making sure you were still there. He worries if he sleeps you will surely disappear as if you were a dream all along. It eats at him how close he can get to you, and how far away he is from ever getting to actually interact with you.

. ｡✩ He starts to feel as if he can't get through the day without thinking of you, along with being away from you being so painful for him. He ends up buying a camera, not the type that you have to take in to develope either. He wants the instantaneous feeling that a Polaroid gives. He has to be so careful that you won't hear or see the cameras flash, but somehow that makes all of this so much more exciting for him. He keeps a photo in his wallet to get through the day.

. ｡✩ This is how Neo stayed under your radar for the first few weeks. That is until it wasn't enough for him. He began watching your every move, checking your schedule, and devising a plan to get into your apartment. He noticed your computer that first night, and he's been dreaming of hacking it since then. When he finally does enact his plan, he can hardly believe how easy it was to get in. You really should lock your doors more often, but in someway, Neo likes to imagine you wanted this, left it open for him, just like how you smiled at him on the train on that fateful day.

. ｡✩ He ends up hacking into your computer just as easily, giving himself full control of it, and even taking to your nice little webcam. He has ideas for that later, of course. He also takes this opportunity to walk through your home, picking up your little knicknacks and examining your prized possessions with the utmost interest. He's learning so much about you from what you leave around. The whole thing excites him, and he finds himself idolizing you. He wants to think of himself as a concerned boyfriend here, only one you can't know you have. For your own good, of course.

. ｡✩ He also can't forget the adorable underwear he saw you wearing the first time he saw you. He is delighted to find them in your room, and against his better judgements, he takes them, agreeing to never take something from your room again to justify it.

. ｡✩ That night Neo logs on from home, getting such a lovely pixelated view of your room. He can't believe how he's caught you either. With the perfect view of your bed, he finds you there, half naked and exposed to him, so innocent in thinking that you can get away with a private moment of ecstacy. Neo loves how you play with yourself, watching you with a burning hunger behind his eyes, wishing it was him giving you such pleasure.

. ｡✩ He imagines being there, parting your lovely legs and getting between them. He wants you to try to be modest, attempting to cover yourself or close your legs to him. He loves the idea of you being so shy about your gorgeous body. That you would never give such a beautiful body to anyone but him. He wants to lean down and kiss your lovely lips, then down to your neck where he can sink his teeth into your soft flesh and tease you. You would moan out in a way that leaves Neo breathless, gripping onto him and telling him how badly you want him.

. ｡✩ Neo thinks of this as he begins to unleash his hard cock from his jeans, his eyes glued to your form, watching your lips part with pleasure. He keeps your stolen panties close, taking them in his free hand and inhaling your scent, the idea of being able to eat you out making him so much harder. He would let you smother him with those gorgeous thighs, doing his best to keep up with your bucking hips. He can feel himself getting closer as he imagines it, taking the time to slow himself down, and watch you. He wants to cum at the same time, imagining he's the one who pushes you over the edge. He can hardly hold himself back, but he does, training himself on your form writhing on his computer screen. As soon as he sees you achieving your bliss, it's over for him, he can't help moan out your name as he finishes, almost as if he's making an oath of some sort to you.

. ｡✩ This becomes routine for him, if he's not outside your apartment he's watching you from his. He keeps your polaroid up to date in his wallet, and the old ones begin to adorn his walls. He just can't get enough of you. He knows, deep down, that you would never approve of any of this, never even talk to him again if you found out, but he can't stop himself. He's addicted to you, and he knows he can't quit you.

. ｡✩ You slowly start to notice odd things. You come home to your apartment sometimes, believing that you left one thing in a place, and finding it to be different. You can't help but feel crazy. It's the smallest things, harmless things. Your book is placed on the table differently, you can't find where you put that journal, you feel like your panty drawer is lighter, and they've yet to show up in the wash. When you tell your friends, no one bats an eye. They don't seem concerned at all, in fact one jokingly suggests maybe you have a ghost. You can't help but feel a chill, because while you don't feel like there is something paranormal happening here, ghost is the perfect word for it. You feel as if some shadowy figure has been following you as of late. It's just a feeling, one that puts the hair on your neck on end, a shiver down your spine, makes you walk home faster than normal. You can't prove any of this, of course, but you know something is off. The autumn air feels tainted every time you leave the house, you feel as if this taint is drifting with you everywhere you go.

. ｡✩ After a few months of getting to know you so intimately, reading your journals, taking note of the books you read, the movies you watch, where you work, what you do when you're all alone, how you talk in your sleep, Neo decides to do something bold. He cleans himself up, looking the best he has in a while, trying to hide his sleepy eyes behind a nice shirt and a good grooming. He approaches where you work, a cute little bookstore. The bells on the door chime as he walks in, a friendly demeanor in his stride.

. ｡✩ He comes in, and of course asks if you have your most read and worn book he found at your apartment. You have no idea about that of course, and instead see him as this handsome customer who somehow has an interest in your most beloved book. You talk to Neo with pleasure, and help him acquire the book. The whole interaction is a pleasant part of your day, whereas for Neo, his heart is racing the whole time. He feels as if he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, stalking his prey with such subtly and ease that he can hardly believe that it worked. He was sure you would see through his disguise, or recognize him from the train all those months ago. But you don't. Instead, when you ride home that night, you do think of him. You are somewhat crushing on this tall dark stranger, but you also can't shake an odd feeling when you think of him. You think it must be his eyes, for he seems so hungry and tired when he looked at you.

. ｡✩ Neo becomes a regular at the bookstore, showing up every week at least, and asking about books from you until you two are on a first name basis. Most of the books he asks for, you have always surprisingly read. But that's not unusual, you tell yourself, you're well read, it makes sense that you've heard of them. You still can't shake that strange feeling when you see Neo, but despite that, your crush for him grows. You begin blushing when he jokes with you about this or that, and you listen so intently about his opinion on the books you recommend him. You begin to care about what you wear to work, and wonder if he will come in. The leaves outside begin to turn orange by the time you start admitting to yourself the power those dark eyes hold on you.

. ｡✩ Then came the roses. You work for a local bookstore, and it's not unusual for other coworkers to receive this or that from their boyfriends or husbands. You're surprised when your name is placed on the note, along with a poem you know and love. You have such a heat in your cheeks from the beautiful and expensive looking bouquet that you have to go in the back to giggle to yourself. You think you know who sent them, but when Neo arrives for another book later in the week, he doesn't seem to let anything up to show it's him. He doesn't seem to deny it either when you mention them, and somehow his aloofness and mystery wraps you deeper around his finger. Neo knows this, and can barely conceal his teeth behind his smile. He can't let his little lamb know how exactly he has tricked her into such a romance.

. ｡✩ What really surprises Neo later though is how when he catches you playing with yourself once again, it's his name you're whispering out to your dark bedroom. He can barely contain himself. If he went with his hunter instinct he would go over to your place in that instant and fuck you senseless. He has to do everything in his power not to. He sleeps well knowing he's succeeded in enrapturing you.

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*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ To be continued in a similar request with full paragraph fic ʚ♥︎ɞ

[mattapparentlystumbltourneys]

Giraffe Girumble - Losers's Bracket 1 - D

Propaganda below (May contain spoilers!)

Longrack propaganda:

BIG ROBOT GIRAFFLE

Satoshi Nagashima propaganda:

A student who runs a radio show/podcast in which he shares the broadcasts of a listening device. In the show proper, he's a background character and a critic of a comedy duo known as the 'Homosapiens'.

[sonicseriesroboshowdown]

{SONIC SERIES ROBOT SHOWDOWN: LOSER'S DEATHMATCH ROUND 3}

Upcoming Semifinals bracket here!

[picnicbask3t]

This guy would probably love black metal, say if he was around… 40-50 years ahead of his time. Or just metal in general. Diehard metal fan. Just like me fr.

(( thank u to the lovely @ketchupjasmin for that screenshot 😁 ))

[tomorrowusa]

Trolling Nazis is something we need to do more often. They try to look intimidating but they seem far less so when you point out what a bunch of dismal losers they really are.

That’s exactly what Washington resident Joe Flood did when a hate group calling itself the “Patriot Front” appeared at the National Mall last weekend.

When you refuse to let them scare you and point out some obviously less than flattering things about them, they don’t seem so tough.

Looking at the pathetic god who these Nazis worship tells us a lot about them...

[cephalopaints]

new new 3 lmao