#nothing against the stalker in love trope

[sweetdreamuwu]

Me-core

Hey.....what if I like....took creepy Songs about romantic stalking and like..........turned them into Songs about just stalking, and information gaining and leaving the romance aspect out of it, so the main focus is really about watching and it can be applied to more characters-

I mean what who said that

My aro-spec ass would never turn explicitly romantic songs and try to make them more vauge

That is my least favorite thing to do

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Ok, I just read your sweet yandere post and would like to add something.

I love the idea of like a mafia boss yandere or someone who is usually cruel (like maybe a Hades sort of character) but is an absolute sweet heart to their darling. One of my fave tropes

OOOOOOH I LOVE THIS TROPE! I have a character who's just like this actually, a total sweetheart to whoever he's with but has a very low tolerance for most other people.

Sorry, this is a long one lol

I'm gonna make headcanons now because you've inspired me lol.

(Banner/divider credit goes to @cafekitsune)!

Tw: Kidnapping, mentions of violence

Mafia boss! Charlie who is no stranger to violence. He's lived his entire life surrounded by it, in fact. Having a mafia boss for a father will do that to you, he guesses.

Mafia boss! Charlie who's spent his whole life working for the mafia, being trained to kill, smuggle, and deal ever since he was a child. He grew up living a life of crime, rising up the ranks (thanks to his father), before taking over as the boss when his father was killed by an unruly client.

Mafia boss! Charlie who's a cruel, ruthless man. He's killed dozens of people, injured many more, and runs his organization with an iron fist. He may be young, but he's learned enough to know that any show of trust, any display of kindness is a show of weakness, a show of vulnerability. He can't afford that, not when he's the head of the mafia, so he makes sure to make it so that no one will question or challenge his authority by any means necessary.

Mafia boss! Charlie who has very few real friends, keeping those he does have at an arm's length. He'd rather die than admit that he craves real relationships, that he desires to make genuine, true connections with others. But he can't, so he pushes his wants to the side, reminding himself that his only purpose is to keep his business running smoothly, nothing more.

Until he sees you, that is.

Mafia boss! Charlie who meets you out on a grocery run one day. Your interaction is nothing special, at least to you, but Charlie can't help but marvel at how easily you make conversation with him while ringing up his items, how seemingly unfazed you are by his snappy attitude and unapproachable appearance. It's been a long, long time since he's met anyone unafraid of him, and those people are usually rivals who are too cocky for their own good. So this, this is new. He knows it's stupid, he knows that your tiny interaction shouldn't have mattered much to someone like him, but he can't help but feel giddy about the connection he's sure he felt.

Mafia boss! Charlie who, against his better judgment, wastes no time in trying to find out who you are. It's not hard, he has an entire organization full of trained trackers, stalkers, and informants at his disposal, and by the end of the day, he has your full name, address, social media accounts, family tree, medical records, and much more safely in his welcoming hands. He knows this is a bit overkill considering he only met you today and your interaction lasted five minutes at most, but now that he has a taste of real human interaction, he's addicted. He needs more.

Mafia boss! Charlie who quickly becomes awestruck and obsessed with you. His whole life, he's been surrounded by the craftiest, cruelest, most violent people imaginable, so to see someone, especially someone as precious as you, live a completely normal life, naive to the dangers he faces everyday? It's captivating! Of course, he can't follow you all day, he is a mafia boss after all, but he has enough people following you around and recording your every move that he doesn't need to! He's never been happier to be who his is than now.

Mafia boss! Charlie who thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world. You're a sweet little thing, too gentle and too unaware of the dangers around you for your own good. He loves everything about you, no matter how weird or embarrassing. He's content to watch you carefully for a couple months, but as time goes on, his need to feel our touch, to talk to you, to see you face to face is too much. He needs you. He needs you NOW. It doesn't help that you're so vulnerable and weak compared to him, with no knowledge of weaponry or stealth to keep you safe. What if someone were to try and hurt you? Of course, his goons wouldn't let that happen, not if they wanted to keep their organs, but he would feel so much better if he could keep an eye on you personally. Not to mention, every mafia boss needs a spouse, and some of his higher ranking associates have been hinting that it's about time he found someone...

Mafia boss! Charlie who immediately starts planning your "transfer" to his house, meticulously drafting out every last detail to secure your safety. He chooses his best, most skilled employees to carry out his plan, only the best for his darling, and sends them out to bring you "home". That day you come home from work, completely unaware of the people in your apartment, completely unaware of the sleeping pills dumped into your water while you weren't looking.

Mafia boss! Charlie who's ecstatic to finally have you with him, to finally have someone to hold, to talk to, to love. He brings your unconscious body to your new room, laying you softly on the bed while instructing his employees to pack up all your belongings and bring them to him. He doesn't tie you down or chain you up, he has enough security measures in place to make sure you won't be able to escape. You won't even be able to leave your room without him being notified.

Mafia boss! Charlie who watches the camera in your room as you wake up for the first time in your new home, confused and disoriented. All of your stuff is here, but this is NOT your apartment. Where are you? He watches as you start to freak out, guilt flashing through him for the first time in his life. He doesn't want you to be scared, he just wants to keep you safe!

Mafia boss! Charlie who sends one of his gentler employees into your room to explain everything, too afraid of scaring you even further by showing up himself. He waits a few days before revealing himself to you, when your terror has calmed down and you've become more familiar with your surroundings. He kind of just stands there, unable to formulate a sentence, which is extremely unnerving to you. You've been told you're to be married to a highly respected and violent mafia boss, and here he is, just...staring. When he opens his mouth to speak, your surprised at how soft his voice is, calmly explaining to you that you're safe, you won't be hurt. He reaches out his hand to touch you, but recoils when you flinch, not wanting to push you.

Mafia boss! Charlie who does everything he can to make you more comfortable and less afraid of him, getting you anything and everything you've ever shown interest in, giving you as much space as you need, and letting you roam the rather large house freely. All you can't do is leave. He doesn't understand why you're still so scared, sure he's a criminal, but he promised he would never hurt you!

Mafia boss! Charlie who gets more desperate for your love as time goes on. He starts appearing in whatever room your in, softly talking to you about his day or about whatever you're doing, trying to get you to be more comfortable with him. Once you've gotten used to that, he starting slowly initiating physical contact, holding you in his arms like he's never going to let you go (because he won't). He tried his hardest not to push your boundaries, but eventually his need to be near you becomes too great. Rest assured though, he would never, ever dream of hurting you or purposely scaring you.

Mafia boss! Charlie who can't get enough of the feeling of your skin on his. He starts hugging/cuddling you whenever he can, holding you like you'll break if he presses too hard. He's always near you, cuddling up to you while telling you about how much he loves you, adoration shining in his eyes. He's the clingiest at night though, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fall asleep, him watching over you until he succumbs to his own tiredness. And his kisses? They are the softest, fluffiest thing you've ever felt. He cannot get enough of your lips, and he always kisses you passionately, like you'll disappear once he separates from you. With how loving and gentle he is, it doesn't take long for you to start loving him back.

Mafia boss! Charlie who starts giving you more privileges the farther you fall into stockholm. He'll even start taking you out in public on dates once he thinks there's no chance of you trying to escape him. He'd be able to find you if you did, he has many, many connections, but he trusts you won't. He loves going out with you and doing normal, coupley things with you, it's a nice break from his usual, violent life.

Mafia boss! Charlie who is insanely protective of you, never leaving you alone in a room with anyone except for himself. He knows how dangerous it is to be associated with him and now that he has you, he refuses to let anything happen to you. Any rival who attempts to hurt, kill, or kidnap you is met with Charlie himself, who enacts the most brutal, torturous death he can possibly think of on them. Nobody will come close to hurting you, he'll make sure of it. But no matter what happens, he'll always make sure you're far, far away from the violence. He never wants to subject you to the horrors he's seen (and done).

Mafia boss! Charlie who feels awful the first time you hear him raise his voice. It wasn't at you of course, he would never, ever think of yelling at his darling, you just happened to be in the room when he was meeting with one of his associates. It's scary seeing him yell, threatening brutal acts of violence on his own employee, and for the first time you realize how different he is with others than he is with you. He's quick to shut the meeting down once he realizes you're there, spending the rest of the night apologizing to you and assuring you he would never speak to you like that. This'll be the first time he truly opens up about what his job is like and why he has to be as cruel as he is, trying to help you understand why he behaved the way he did. It's difficult for him to make himself vulnerable, but he'd gladly to it if it meant easing your mind. From then on, he makes absolute sure you aren't around whenever he has to take care of business. He refuses to let you see him like that ever again.

Mafia boss! Charlie who never lets you forget how much he needs you in his life. You're the only thing keeping him from devolving into insanity, he wouldn't know how to handle himself if you were gone. He'll give you everything and anything if you listen to him and stay by his side, so please... please don't try to leave him.

Not that you would be able to, anyway.

[holylulusworld]

Every Breath you take (22) - FIN

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: a man out of time, secret admirer trope, “crazy” reader, fluff, domestic life

A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every Breath you take (21)

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After some ups and downs, small fights (mostly about his bad taste in movies), and lots of make-up sex, you and Bucky are going steady.

Not only are you one of those couples finishing each other’s lines, but you are also crazy for each other. In any way. If you don’t cuddle and snuffle, you scare Alpine with your active sex life.

“Bucky!” You call for your man, impatiently tapping your foot. “Bucky, you promised we’d look for Christmas decorations at the market.” You huff. “Bucky, don’t forget about the tree.”

“Just a minute, doll. I’m feeding Alpine,” Bucky calls from the kitchen. “I’ll be right there. Maybe we should get our tree from the wood on our ground. We can look for the nicest.”

“Bucky, I want to buy one.” You pout when Bucky walks toward you. Putting your hands on your hips, you huff. “Do you want to keep it a secret that I’m living with you? Bucky, we talked about this. No one knows who you are.”

“You never know,” he reluctantly admits his fear of people recognizing him. Bucky fears that someone will hurt you to get back at him. “Doll, I swear this has nothing to do with trust issues. I’m scared to lose you, is all.”

“Buck,” you sigh and cup his face, “I love you and want to be with you. Nothing can change my mind. I won’t leave you. We are both adults and decided to live together. No one will steal me away from you.”

“I know,” Bucky murmurs and wraps his arms around you. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. “What if your colleague won’t leave us alone? They will accuse me of kidnapping you.”

“Bucky, no,” you gasp and wrap your arms around him. “I quit my job and my apartment. I can make my own decisions. No one can accuse you of a crime if there is no victim. If I want to live with you, that’s none of their business.”

He nods against you, still clinging to your body. “What if Sam finds out? What would he think after I told him we never saw each other again? He’ll hate me, Y/N.”

“What if I tell him he wanted to keep our relationship a secret? I could tell him that it was my idea. Everything else is not of interest to your friend.”

“That would be another lie.”

“No, it’s not a lie, Bucky,” you sternly say. “I wanted you to take me away. I encouraged you and packed my stuff to make it easier for you. Bucky, I wanted to be with you. The details don’t matter.”

“Details, hmm…” He hums and pecks your neck. “You’re right. We both wanted to give our relationship a chance. Sam can’t talk me out of this, nor judge us.”

Bucky inhales sharply. He takes deep breaths and tries to sort his thoughts. “What if we invite Sam and his sister for Christmas? She’s got kids too.”

“Oh.” You look at each other, considering Bucky’s suggestion. “I like kids, and Sam was nice. I remember him from the park. I didn’t know that he was your friend back then.”

“You didn’t fall in love with him, right?” Bucky quirks a brow, making you chuckle. “Right?”

“I don’t know,” you giggle and slap his chest. For a moment, you look serious and fall silent. Wrinkling your forehead, you pretend to think hard. “Now that I think about it, he could’ve stolen my heart back then.”

“Doll!” Bucky warns. “Don’t make me chase you around the house again.”

You lick your lips. “What if I want you to chase me?”

Bucky’s features darken, and he grips your upper arms roughly. “Don’t tempt me, doll. If I chase you, we won’t get a tree or the decoration you wanted to buy.”

“How about we buy the tree tomorrow? We can think about the food we want to make for Christmas and—” you smirk at Bucky. “You can chase me around the house…”

Bucky laughs when you push against his chest to get a head start. You giggle and run off, daring him to capture you.

“One, two, three,” he counts, giving you the chance to hide. “Four, five, I’m coming. If I find you, I won’t let you out of bed for the whole night…”

FIN ... for now.

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[burstinn]

I need more krueger fics (anything) 👉😔

Stalker x Stalker

(Part 1/?)

KRUEGER X M! READER

Notes And Warnings:

- Stalker x Stalker trope

- Stalking on both sides

- Masturbation and jerking off

1.To people without their awareness

2.To a dirty piece of cloth

- Sexual innuendos and thoughts

- NSFW

- no proofreading

- made in a short span of time meaning probably an hour or shorter so this is probably not the best way to yknow..

- made short on purpose because I got lazy

- This is a work of fiction made because I was bored, This should not be followed or replicated or else I will kill myself (>o<)

-made this cuz I didn't write for a good while and I felt bad

You don't know how this even started, He wasn't even acknowledging you the first time you guys met.. Was it his eyes? His accent? Maybe he reminded you of someone.. Shit you didn't care, you stopped caring for a long time now. It's an obsession at this point, You are hidden in your closet. You made a small hole inside of it like a secret room.. Just so you can keep trinkets and everything about.. Him.

Nothing but heavy breathing fills your cramped secret hole.. You need more pictures of him, this is getting out of hand, you're so desperate to feel him in some kind of fucking way it's unbelievable you held back for so long. Smelling one of the missing boxers of his wasn't enough to even satisfy you anymore.

Krueger, Sebastian Josef Krueger.. You scan your wall of pictures.. Pictures of him sleeping, working out, talking, eating, bathing.. Jerking off.. Those pictures were when you got lucky enough to take them and by God do you masturbate to those every night. Wishing one day you'd finally able to make him yours.. You know everything about him, His likes, his dislikes, his family, relatives, who he dislikes, what he does every morning and every night..

And recently you've only just started breaking into his room just to touch him, his face, tracing your finger tips against his jaw line, pressing your thumb against his soft lips.. Fuck,the thought of it makes you so hard.

But right now, you have a mission you need to attend to and the only thing that can calm your nerves is Krueger. Since you couldn't find him anywhere, Your shrine is the best place. You softly press your lips against one of the pictures of Krueger. One day, You will have the balls to actually try and talk to Krueger. You walk out of the closet, leaving with a slightly less grouchy mood. Hopefully the mission would go off without a hitch.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

You're gone, The helicopter you got in with your other mates had just left and he watches intently and carefully to see that you actually did leave. Once he sees the heli leave the vicinity he wastes no time walking over to your room.. Not without precautions of course he made sure nobody saw him walk in there.

Fucking finally, Your room empty.. Everything in this room is just you, Your clothes, Your pictures, Your bed, your dirty laundry.

Krueger can't help but feel a short adrenaline rush come over him as makes his way to your desk which was right across from your bed.. He shuffles for a moment under the desk, pulling out a small camera.. He can't wait too watch this later, he doesn't care if you were doing nothing, reading a book, scrolling your phone, jerking off.. He didn't give a single shit he was gonna jerk off to whatever was recorded here anyway.

He pockets the camera, walking over to your bed and just.. Smelling, hugging everything.. You are so intoxicating. How could you do this to him? He knew it was wrong but he was in love, more than in love. Why else was he doing this? He loved everything about you.

Even if this obsession started over nothing special he didn't give a damn, what happened, happened and he's in love with you.

He stands up and grabs one of your dirty briefs from the hamper, making his way back to the bed laying back down and slowly lifting your brief to his nose. Krueger flinches his body getting hot just by the smell of you, He could just.. He shuts his eyes keeping your boxers to his nose.. His other hand shuffling to unbuckle his belt. His hard cock almost immediately throbbing out when he pulls his pants and boxers down.

He rips his gloves out of his hand with his teeth, slow breaths. His mind drifting off to you, naked on your bed.. Your cock out and lonely, desperate for his touch. Bothof you just whining and grunting out his name as you rubs your cocks together, moaning in each other's mouth, your tongues fighting against each other..

He didn't even notice he already came, his cum staining his uniform and on your bedsheets.. Goddamit, He promised himself he was supposed to make sure to not cum on your bed this time. He takes a breath, pocketing your brief as well as he gets up, zipping his pants up.. He should clean this.

Next time he'll be careful, It's only a miracle he doesn't get caught in your room while your sleeping, jerking off to your sleeping figure.

[pdriesta]

CHAPTER FOUR

“i want something that i know is real”

pairings — judexblack!girl

genres — fluff, slow burn, workplace romance (she’s a pt)

warnings — sexual themes (minors dni)

word count — 6.3k

summary — y/n, a rising physiotherapist, has just been promoted to work with real madrid's men's team. after a difficult breakup, she's determined to keep things professional. but when jude bellingham, the club's charming new star, sets his sights on her, maintaining boundaries becomes harder than ever. can she resist the pull, or will she risk everything for a love she swore she’d never fall for again?

an — my favourite chapter! i eat up the sick trope

masterlist

as y/n arrived at jude’s apartment building, the evening sun casting a soft, golden glow across the streets, she felt a wave of doubt wash over her. her heart pounded as she stared at the door, clutching the bags of food and medicine she had brought with her. what am i even doing here? she thought, biting her lip. this is crazy. i don’t even have his number, and now i’m just showing up at his place like some kind of stalker.

the plan had seemed solid at the time—check on jude, make sure he was okay, maybe bring him something comforting. but now, standing outside his door, her anxiety took over, making her second-guess everything. she knew how unusual it was for her to do something so impulsive, and the fear of being an intrusion gnawed at her. she began to turn away, thinking she could just drop the food off and leave, when the door suddenly opened.

“y/n?” jude’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, and full of surprise. he reached out, catching her by the arm before she could retreat. his touch was gentle, but it stopped her in her tracks, grounding her in the moment.

y/n froze, her mind racing. “oh, um, hi,” she stammered, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. “i wasn’t—I wasn’t going to just leave, i swear. i mean, i was, but not like that! i wasn’t stalking you or anything, i just wanted to make sure you were okay because you didn’t seem well, and i know this is probably really weird and—”

jude’s soft chuckle interrupted her rambling. “y/n, it’s okay. really,” he reassured her, his hand still warm on her arm. “i’m glad you came. it’s good to see you.”

his words eased the tension in her chest, and she finally let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “you are?” she asked, her voice small, still not entirely convinced.

“yeah,” he nodded, stepping aside to invite her in. “come on in. what did you bring?”

y/n hesitated for a moment before stepping into his apartment. the space was dim, the only light coming from the flickering television and the soft glow of the evening sun through the windows. she felt a pang of sympathy as she noticed the clutter, the signs of his illness evident in the abandoned tissues and half-empty water bottles scattered around.

“i, um, brought some food,” she said, lifting the bags slightly as she walked further inside. “it’s nothing special, just some things my mom used to make when my siblings and i were sick. i thought it might help, you know, with getting your strength back. i noticed you lost some muscle…”

jude raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips despite his obvious fatigue. “you noticed that, huh? what else did you bring?”

y/n blushed, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze. “some medicine too, in case you didn’t have any. and, um, i just wanted to make sure you had company.”

“you went through all this trouble for me?” jude asked, his tone softening with a hint of awe. he leaned against the back of his couch, clearly touched by her effort.

“it wasn’t any trouble,” y/n replied quickly, brushing off his gratitude. “i didn’t want you to be alone while you’re feeling this way. besides, i’ve taken enough herbal remedies from my mom to last a lifetime. so, if you’re worried about getting me sick, don’t be.”

he smiled at that, a genuine smile that lit up his tired face. “you really didn’t have to do this, but i’m glad you did. thank you.”

as they settled onto the couch, y/n began to unpack the food she had brought, setting out the dishes with care. the aroma of the warm, hearty meals filled the room, bringing a comforting sense of home with them. jude watched her, his gaze softening as she moved about, completely focused on making him comfortable.

“this smells amazing,” jude commented, as she handed him a bowl of soup. “what’s in it?”

“it’s a family recipe,” y/n said with a shy smile, “my mom always made this for us when we were sick. she’d say it was to bring back any weight we lost. it’s full of good stuff—lots of vegetables, some meat, and her special mix of spices.”

jude took a cautious sip, his eyes widening in surprise at the rich, comforting flavor. “this is incredible,” he said, looking at her with newfound appreciation. “i don’t think i’ve ever had anything like this.”

“really?” y/n asked, a small smile tugging at her lips. “i’m glad you like it.”

“like it? i love it,” jude replied, his tone sincere. “you’ve got some serious cooking skills, y/n.”

she laughed softly, a little embarrassed by the compliment. “well, i had a good teacher.”

as they continued to eat, the atmosphere between them grew more comfortable, the earlier awkwardness dissipating. it was nice, y/n thought, to be able to do something for him, to help in some small way. she had been so caught up in her own anxieties lately that it felt good to focus on someone else for a change, especially someone she cared about.

just as she was about to offer him some more food, jude’s phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen before answering. “hey, mum,” he said, his voice still raspy.

y/n shifted slightly, suddenly feeling like she was intruding. she busied herself with tidying up the table, trying to give him some privacy. but as the conversation continued, she couldn’t help but overhear jude telling his mum that she was there.

“really?” his mum’s voice was warm even through the phone. “can i speak to her?”

jude glanced at y/n, holding out the phone. “she wants to talk to you.”

y/n blinked, taken aback. “me? oh, um, okay.” she hesitated for a moment before taking the phone, pressing it to her ear. “hello, mrs. bellingham?”

“please, call me denise,” jude’s mum said with a friendly laugh. “i’m so glad to finally speak to you, y/n. jude’s mentioned you before, you know. i’ve been wanting to thank you for looking after him at work.”

“oh, it’s nothing, really,” y/n said quickly, her cheeks flushing. “i just wanted to make sure he was okay. i’m sorry for coming over unannounced; i know it’s probably not appropriate…”

“nonsense,” denise cut her off gently. “you’re hardly a stranger, dear. you’re jude’s friend, and it’s not inappropriate at all. i’m actually really happy you’re there with him. he’s lucky to have someone like you looking out for him.”

y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest at those words, easing the lingering doubt she had felt. “thank you, denise. that means a lot.”

“it’s my pleasure,” denise replied warmly. “take good care of him for me, will you? and i can’t wait to meet you in person soon.”

“i will,” y/n promised before handing the phone back to jude. she caught the soft smile on his face as he finished the call, and she couldn’t help but feel a little shy under his gaze.

“what did my mum say to you?” jude asked, his tone teasing.

“just that you’re not a baby and that she’s glad i’m here,” y/n replied, a small smile playing on her lips. “she seems really nice.”

“she is,” jude agreed, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer. “and she’s right, you know. i am glad you’re here.”

y/n felt her cheeks flush again as she quickly busied herself with getting the medicine she had brought. “you should take this,” she said, handing him a small cup of liquid. “it’ll help with the fever.”

jude made a face but took the medicine, grimacing as he swallowed it down. “ugh, that stuff is terrible.”

y/n couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his face. “i know, but it works. here, drink some water.”

she held the glass for him as he drank, their fingers brushing slightly as she did. it was a small, intimate moment, but it made y/n’s heart skip a beat. she quickly pulled her hand back, hoping he didn’t notice the way her fingers trembled slightly.

jude set the glass down and leaned back against the couch, sighing as the medicine started to take effect. “you really didn’t have to do all this,” he murmured, his eyes starting to droop. “but thank you, y/n. it means more to me than you know.”

“it’s no problem,” she replied softly, reaching out to smooth a strand of hair away from his forehead. “you just focus on getting better.”

as jude settled into the couch, he reached for the remote and turned on the tv. “have you seen breaking bad?” he asked, his voice already thick with drowsiness.

“not really,” y/n admitted, settling beside him. “i’ve heard it’s good, though.”

“it is,” jude said, a small smile playing on his lips. “let’s start it from the beginning, then. you can keep me company.”

they watched the show in comfortable silence, the only sound in the room the low hum of the tv. as the first episode played, jude’s head gradually began to

 droop until it rested against y/n’s shoulder. she froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, but when he let out a contented sigh, she relaxed.

“you’re okay with this?” he mumbled, his voice slurred with sleep.

y/n smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection. “of course,” she whispered, gently guiding his head to her lap. “just rest.”

jude shifted slightly, getting comfortable, and as she began to run her fingers through his hair, he let out a low, satisfied hum. “that feels nice,” he murmured.

y/n’s smile widened, and she continued the soothing motion, her own heart calming as she watched him drift off. his breathing slowed, becoming steady and deep, but just as he was about to fully succumb to sleep, he stirred slightly.

“y/n?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“yeah?” she replied, still running her fingers through his curls.

“what do you like about me?” he asked, his tone so vulnerable that it caught her off guard.

y/n’s heart skipped a beat, and she hesitated, her hand stilling in his hair. “what do you mean?”

“i can’t tell,” jude confessed, his eyes still closed, his voice laced with exhaustion. “i know i like you, but i don’t know what you see in me.”

y/n’s chest tightened at his words, the vulnerability in his voice tugging at something deep within her. she resumed stroking his hair, her touch gentle and reassuring as she gathered her thoughts.

“jude, you’re one of the most patient, understanding, and caring people i’ve ever met,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. “you always take the time to listen, to make sure people are okay, even when you’re not feeling your best. and you’re not bad to look at either.”

a faint smile tugged at the corners of jude’s lips, even as he kept his eyes closed. “not bad, huh?”

“not bad at all,” y/n confirmed, her voice warm and teasing.

jude let out a small chuckle before his expression softened, and he opened his eyes to look up at her. “i like your heart, y/n,” he said quietly, his voice sincere. “you came all the way here to take care of me, and you didn’t have to. you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen, inside and out.”

y/n felt her cheeks flush at his words, her heart swelling with affection and something deeper, something she didn’t quite know how to name. she continued to stroke his hair, her touch gentle and soothing as she tried to process the emotions swirling inside her.

“you’re my best friend, y/n,” jude murmured, his eyes drooping once more as sleep finally began to claim him. “and i’ll wait for you, okay? however long it takes.”

y/n’s breath hitched at his words, and she blinked back the sudden sting of tears. “okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “thank you, jude.”

as jude finally drifted off to sleep, y/n remained where she was, her fingers still gently running through his hair. she watched him for a while, her heart full of emotions she couldn’t quite name. for the first time in a long time, she felt at peace, the weight of her past fears and doubts lifted, if only for a moment.

and as she sat there, with jude resting in her lap, she couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, she had finally found a place where she belonged.

y/n sat on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, as she watched jude’s chest rise and fall with each slow breath. his head, heavy and warm, rested in her lap, a stark contrast to herself sitting down. the sight made her smile softly—a huge man like jude, so strong and capable on the field, now lying vulnerable and completely at her mercy. it was almost comical, and yet, it felt right in a way she couldn’t fully explain.

the evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room, adding to the quiet intimacy of the moment. y/n carefully brushed a few strands of hair from jude’s forehead, her fingers lingering there as she assessed his temperature. the fever had broken, but she could still feel the remnants of sweat clinging to his skin. she reached for the towel he’d been using earlier and gently patted his face, her movements tender and deliberate.

“wake up, love,” she murmured, the word slipping out before she could catch herself. she froze, her hand midair, but jude didn’t stir. she let out a small sigh of relief, assuming he was still too out of it to hear her. she continued to run her fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness beneath her touch, unaware of the contented smile that had crept onto his lips.

after a few moments, jude’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze hazy as he adjusted to the dim light. when he saw y/n, his smile widened, a warm glow filling his chest. “hey,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

“hey,” y/n replied softly, her fingers still threading through his hair. “how are you feeling?”

“better,” he said, his eyes closing again as he leaned into her touch. “much better.”

she couldn’t help but notice how his large frame almost dwarfed her, yet here he was, completely at ease in her care. jude shifted slightly, his cheek brushing against her thigh, and that’s when he noticed how damp it was. he groaned softly, lifting his head just enough to look at her apologetically. “i’m sorry, i think i sweat all over you.”

y/n shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “it’s fine, really. i’m just glad the medicine is working.”

jude hesitated before raising his head fully from her lap, reluctant to break the connection but knowing he needed to. “you’ve been here the whole time?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“yeah,” y/n said, rising from the couch to get more medicine for him. “you’ve been asleep for a good two and a half hours. i just… wanted to make sure you were okay.”

he watched her with a mix of gratitude and something deeper, something he wasn’t quite ready to name. “you didn’t have to stay,” he said, though the idea of her leaving felt strangely wrong.

“i wanted to,” she replied, her voice firm yet gentle as she handed him the medicine. “besides, someone had to make sure you took this.”

jude took the medicine from her, their fingers brushing in the exchange. it was a small, fleeting touch, but it sent a shiver down his spine. he quickly downed the medicine with a grimace, then took the glass of water she offered, drinking it all without taking his eyes off her.

“so, you got pretty far in the show, huh?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation to something lighter. jude looked at her in surprise, his eyes brightening a little. “watching it without me?” he teased lightly, though there was genuine happiness in his tone. “i’m just glad you like it enough to continue .”

“i did,” she admitted, moving to get him more medicine. “though i think i’ll need you to explain a few things to me. some parts were a bit confusing.”

he chuckled softly, the sound warming her from the inside out. “i’ll gladly give you a rundown anytime,” he replied, his eyes following her as she returned with the medicine.

“i’m surprised you actually got me into it.” y/n said with a nod, sitting back down beside him. 

jude chuckled, feeling a bit more like himself. “told you it’s good. i’m just glad you didn’t leave while i was out cold.”

y/n smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “i almost did,” she admitted, her voice softening. “i didn’t want to intrude or make you uncomfortable.”

“intrude?” jude echoed, his brows knitting together in confusion. “y/n, you’re the last person who could ever make me uncomfortable. honestly… i was really happy to see you when i woke up.”

y/n blushed, ducking her head to hide it. “i just didn’t know if you’d want me here. i mean, i showed up without even having your number. it’s a bit… embarrassing.”

jude’s expression softened, and he reached out to tilt her chin up, making her meet his eyes. “i’m glad you came,” he said, his voice sincere. “and now, you don’t have to worry about that.” he handed her his phone, his smile turning playful. “go on, put your number in.”

y/n took his phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she entered her number. she handed it back to him, and he saved it with a contented nod. “there, now you can’t say you don’t have my number,” he teased.

she laughed softly, but her mind was still racing with thoughts. “you know, i had to go through your file to get your address,” she confessed, a bit sheepish. “the lengths i went to…”

jude chuckled, shaking his head. “and here i was thinking you had some secret method for tracking me down,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “it’s not like that. i just—i was really worried about you.”

“i know,” jude said, his teasing tone fading into something more serious. “and i really appreciate it, y/n. more than you know.”

the room fell into a comfortable silence, the air between them thick with unspoken emotions. jude leaned back against the couch, his hand reaching out to hers. he gently squeezed her fingers, a silent thank you for everything she had done for him.

“i should probably go,” y/n said after a while, though the words felt heavy on her tongue.

jude’s hand tightened around hers. “do you have to?” he asked, the vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard.

“my brother and sister-in-law are nearby,” she explained, though she wasn’t in a hurry to leave, “they can pick me up.”

jude shook his head, a stubborn set to his jaw. “no, i’ll take you home. you came all this way to take care of me, it’s the least i can do.”

y/n frowned, worry etching across her features as she gently squeezed his hand. “jude, you’re still sick. you need to rest more, not drive around the city. please, let my brother get me. i’ll feel better knowing you’re here, taking care of yourself.”

he opened his mouth to argue but was met with the determined look in her eyes. with a sigh, he relented, though his hand didn’t let go of hers. “fine, but you have to promise me you’ll call when you get home. i want to know you’re safe.”

y/n’s expression softened at the concern in his voice. “i will,” she promised, offering him a reassuring smile. “i’ll text you as soon as i’m home.”

jude’s face fell slightly, though he tried to mask it. “oh… okay.”

“hey,” she reached out, brushing her thumb gently across the back of his hand, “it’s not goodbye forever. you’re stuck with me, remember?”

his lips quirked up at that, a small smile breaking through his disappointment. “yeah, i remember.”

y/n stood up slowly, reluctant to break the connection. “i’m glad you’re feeling better,” she said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

jude closed his eyes at the feel of her lips on his skin, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the fever. when he opened his eyes again, y/n was already at the door, her hand resting on the handle.

“y/n,” he called out, making her pause and turn back to him. he smiled softly, the words slipping out before he could stop them. “thank you… and, you know, i think i’m completely gone for you.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat at his confession, and she felt her cheeks heat up. but instead of responding, she just smiled back at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of emotions.

“i’ll see you soon, jude,” she said softly, before slipping out the door and into the cool evening air.

as the door clicked shut behind her, jude let out a long breath, his heart pounding in his chest. he knew without a doubt that he was completely and utterly gone for her.

as y/n stepped out of jude’s apartment building, she spotted her brother’s car parked a short distance away. the street was quiet, with only the soft hum of the city in the background. her thoughts were still tangled up in the warmth of jude’s apartment, the feeling of his hand lingering in hers, and the way he’d looked at her like he didn’t want her to leave. as she walked toward the car, she couldn’t shake the heaviness in her chest.

the moment she opened the back door, carmen’s warm smile greeted her. “hey, y/n! how was your night?” she asked, scooting over to make room for her.

y/n slid into the backseat, pulling the door shut behind her. “it was… nice,” she replied softly, trying to keep the fluttering in her stomach from showing on her face as she buckled in.

alejandro glanced at her in the rearview mirror as he started the car. “this is some neighborhood,” he commented, the hint of curiosity in his voice impossible to miss. “what kind of friend do you have living in a place like this?”

y/n hesitated, feeling her cheeks warm under his gaze. “just… a friend,” she said, her voice quiet. she wasn’t sure how much to say, but the thought of hiding jude felt strange, like she was denying something that had already grown important to her.

carmen, ever the playful one, turned around in her seat, eyebrow raised. “a friend? come on, y/n. we’re family—you can’t just drop a hint like that and not spill the details.”

y/n fiddled with the strap of her bag, her heart beating faster. “his name is jude… jude bellingham,” she confessed, the words feeling almost surreal as they left her lips.

alejandro’s reaction was instant. he slammed on the brakes, the car lurching forward and causing them all to jerk in their seats. “wait, what? jude bellingham, the football star?” he exclaimed, turning to look at her, eyes wide with disbelief. “y/n, what is someone like him doing hanging out with you?”

the question hit her like a slap. y/n’s heart sank, and she felt a wave of hurt wash over her. “what do you mean, someone like me?” she asked, her voice trembling with the effort to stay calm, but her eyes betrayed her.

alejandro softened, though his confusion was clear. “you’re… you’re just different, y/n. you’re sweet, shy, and always looking for something serious. a guy like jude… he’s got the whole world at his feet. women practically throw themselves at him, and he’s… well, he’s…”

“he’s what?” y/n cut in, a sharp edge in her voice. “out of my league? or is it that you think i’m not good enough?”

alejandro winced at her words, knowing he’d touched a nerve. “that’s not what i meant, y/n. it’s just… you were with javier for so long, and now you’re spending time with someone like jude? it’s… it’s different. he’s not the type to settle down, and i don’t want you getting hurt.”

y/n’s chest tightened, the old wounds from her relationship with javier threatening to resurface. she wasn’t blind to the reality that jude could have anyone he wanted, and that insecurity gnawed at her more than she’d like to admit. but hearing it from her brother, someone who was supposed to protect her, made it sting even more.

before she could respond, carmen jumped in, her voice firm and protective. “alejandro, that’s enough,” she said, glaring at him. “y/n is an amazing woman, and she deserves happiness just like anyone else. jude is lucky to have her as a friend, and you should be proud that your sister is attracting the attention of someone so wonderful, not trying to tear her down.”

alejandro opened his mouth to argue, but carmen wasn’t finished. “and another thing—y/n isn’t some naive little girl. she knows what she wants, and she’s smart enough to make her own decisions. if jude is spending time with her, it’s because he sees what we all see: that she’s kind, caring, and beautiful inside and out.”

y/n felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them back, grateful for carmen’s fierce defense. “thanks, carmen,” she said softly, her voice thick with emotion.

carmen reached back and squeezed y/n’s hand reassuringly. “don’t let anyone make you doubt yourself, y/n. you’re worth more than that, and you deserve to be happy, with whoever makes you feel good.”

alejandro sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as the tension in the car hung heavy. “lo siento, y/n,” he murmured, glancing at her through the mirror again. “i just… i worry about you. that’s all.”

“i know,” y/n replied, her voice softer now. “but you don’t have to. i’m fine, really. jude… he’s a good guy.”

alejandro nodded slowly, though his expression was still troubled. “okay. just… be careful, okay?”

the rest of the ride was quieter, the tension lingering but softened by carmen’s presence. when they finally pulled up to her apartment, carmen turned to y/n with a gentle smile. “you call us if you need anything, okay? and don’t let alejandro’s nonsense get to you.”

y/n managed a small smile. “i will. thanks, carmen.”

as she stepped out of the car, she felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her—gratitude for her sister-in-law’s support, lingering hurt from her brother’s words, and a deep, unsettling uncertainty about where things stood with jude. she made her way into her apartment, the familiar surroundings doing little to calm her racing thoughts.

meanwhile, back at jude’s place, he was lying in bed, his phone resting on his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. the minutes ticked by, and with each one, his anticipation grew. he had been waiting for a text from y/n, something to let him know she got home safely, but his phone remained silent. he thought back to the way she’d looked at him, the way she’d taken care of him without hesitation. a smile tugged at his lips as he remembered the sound of her calling him “love,” even if she hadn’t meant for him to hear it.

finally, jude picked up his phone and typed out a quick message: 

jude: you get home okay? thanks again for everything tonight. sleep well. <3

he placed the phone back on his chest, still smiling as he thought about her. he didn’t know where things were headed with y/n, but tonight had made one thing clear—she was special to him, more than he’d realized. as he closed his eyes, he felt a sense of calm wash over him, the warmth of her presence still lingering in his mind. whatever tomorrow brought, he knew he didn’t want to lose what they had.

y/n sat at her desk in the physio room, her fingers idly tracing the edge of a medical file as she tried to focus on the work in front of her. the familiar hum of the facility buzzed around her, but her mind was elsewhere—lost in the whirlwind of emotions she’d been wrestling with since last night. every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel the warmth of jude’s hand in hers, hear the softness in his voice as he asked her to stay. the memory of him lying there, vulnerable and sweet, sent a shiver down her spine, one that was equal parts excitement and fear.

she couldn’t deny it anymore. whatever she felt for jude, it was real, tangible, and growing stronger by the day. but with that realization came the familiar sting of doubt. she’d been down this road before—letting herself fall, only to be hurt in ways she never expected. javier had left scars that were still too fresh, too deep to ignore. she remembered how he’d made her feel small, unworthy, like she was never enough. and though jude was nothing like him, the fear of history repeating itself lingered at the back of her mind, casting a shadow over the joy she felt when she was with him.

as y/n was lost in her thoughts, the door to the physio room creaked open. she looked up, expecting to see another player needing treatment, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw jude standing in the doorway, his familiar grin lighting up his face.

"there's my favorite girl," jude said, his voice warm and teasing as he stepped inside, his eyes locking onto hers.

y/n’s cheeks warmed instantly, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "your favorite girl? what happened to your favorite physio?" she asked, arching a playful eyebrow at him.

jude’s grin widened as he walked over, leaning casually against the treatment table. "well, i figured it was about time you got a promotion," he said, his tone light but his eyes holding a certain intensity. "besides, you’re definitely more than just my favorite physio, y/n."

her heart fluttered at his words, and she had to look away for a moment, focusing on the paperwork in front of her to steady herself. "i’m flattered, bellingham," she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady, even as her pulse raced.

“you should be,” he replied, his voice low and teasing. “you’ve managed to climb to the top of the list in record time.”

y/n laughed softly, shaking her head. “i didn’t realize i was being ranked,” she said, meeting his gaze again.

“oh, you are,” jude said, his smile softening. “but trust me, it’s a good thing.”

just as y/n was about to respond, jude’s expression shifted, a more serious look crossing his face, though there was still a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “but, speaking of things you didn’t realize… why didn’t you text me when you got home last night?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “i was worried, you know.”

y/n blinked, caught off guard by the question. “oh… i’m sorry, jude. i didn’t mean to worry you,” she said quickly, feeling a pang of guilt. “i guess i was just tired and it slipped my mind.”

jude’s expression softened further, though there was still a glint of mischief in his eyes. “well, i had to do a welfare check to make sure you were safe,” he said, his tone light but sincere. “i almost sent out a search party.”

y/n’s eyes widened slightly, and she could tell he was exaggerating, but the concern in his voice made her heart ache in the best way. “a search party?” she repeated, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“yep,” jude nodded, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as if sharing a secret. “i was this close to calling in reinforcements.”

y/n laughed, her tension melting away under his warm gaze. “you’re ridiculous,” she said, shaking her head, though she couldn’t help the warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of him caring enough to worry.

“maybe,” he admitted, his smile softening as he looked at her. “but i care about you, y/n. a lot.”

her breath caught at his words, and she found herself unable to look away from him, the sincerity in his eyes making her heart swell. she could see it now, the way he looked at her, the way his voice softened when he spoke to her—it wasn’t just a joke or a casual flirtation. he truly cared about her, and that realization both thrilled and terrified her.

“i’m sorry i worried you,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “i’ll make sure to text you next time.”

“good,” jude said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. “i’d hate to have to go through all that again.”

they shared a quiet moment, the air between them charged with unspoken words and emotions. y/n felt her heart racing, her mind spinning with everything she wanted to say but couldn’t find the courage to. but jude didn’t push; he simply smiled at her, his eyes warm and reassuring, making her feel like everything was going to be okay.

“you know,” he said after a moment, his tone lightening again, “you really do owe me for all that stress.”

y/n raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the way her heart was still fluttering. “oh, do i?”

“mm-hmm,” jude nodded, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “but don’t worry, i’ll collect my payment in installments. maybe starting with another one of those movie nights.”

y/n laughed, the tension in her chest easing as she met his playful gaze. “deal,” she said, feeling a little more at ease. “but only if you promise not to worry too much if i forget to text you again.”

“only if you promise to keep me in the loop,” jude countered, his grin widening.

“i promise,” she said softly, her smile matching his.

“good,” jude said, his voice warm as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing softly against her cheek in a tender, lingering kiss. the touch was light, almost like a whisper, but it sent a wave of warmth through y/n’s entire body.

when he pulled back, there was a playful smirk on his face. “i owed you one of those,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

y/n’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she instinctively brought a hand up to the spot where his lips had been. “jude…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. she felt flustered, caught off guard by the unexpected kiss, but also undeniably giddy.

he chuckled softly, clearly pleased with her reaction. “what? you didn’t see that one coming?” 

“no, i… definitely didn’t,” she admitted, her heart racing. “you’re full of surprises, bellingham.”

“just wait,” he said, giving her hand a final squeeze before releasing it. “there’s plenty more where that came from.”

she could only stare at him, her mind spinning with a mix of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and something else she couldn’t quite name. as he turned to leave, she found herself wishing he’d stay just a little longer.

there was a moment of silence between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was the kind of silence that felt full of unspoken words and shared feelings, the kind that made y/n’s heart flutter in her chest. she found herself wanting to reach out, to close the distance between them, but the fear of what that might mean held her back. instead, she focused on the way jude was looking at her, the tenderness in his eyes making her feel like she was the only thing that mattered to him.

“you’re really something else, you know that?” jude said suddenly, his voice low and sincere. “i don’t think i’ve ever met anyone like you.”

y/n’s breath caught in her throat at his words, and she felt her heart swell with emotion. “jude…” she began, but the words failed her. what could she say? that she was falling for him, that he made her feel things she hadn’t felt in years, that she was terrified of what that might mean?

he seemed to sense her hesitation, and he reached out, gently taking her hand in his. the touch was warm, comforting, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her. “it’s okay, y/n,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “you don’t have to say anything. i just wanted you to know.”

she looked down at their joined hands, feeling the weight of his words settle over her like a soft blanket. she wanted to believe him, to let herself fall completely into whatever this was, but the voice in the back of her mind—the one that whispered javier’s cruel words—kept holding her back.

before she could get too lost in her thoughts, jude stood up, still holding her hand. “i should get going,” he said, his tone light even though his eyes lingered on her face, like he was memorizing every detail. “but i’ll see you tomorrow?”

“see you tomorrow, y/n,” he called over his shoulder, giving her one last smile before he walked out of the room, leaving her standing there, her cheek still tingling from the kiss.

as the door clicked shut behind him, y/n let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. she touched her cheek again, feeling the warmth still lingering there, and couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.

she was in deep now, and she knew it. but as scary as it was, she couldn’t deny that there was something about jude—something that made her want to take the leap, to see where this could go. maybe it was crazy, maybe it was risky, but as she stood there, heart racing and cheeks flushed, y/n couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, it would be worth it.

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Mr. Sunshine - pt. 1

Summary: Harry is a chipper guy with a dimpled smile, amazing coffee, and a need for a tutor. You are a smart girl with an obsession with caffeine and a distaste for people. Harry is infatuated with you from the day he met you, and now he’s determined to spend more time, even if that means bribing you with coffee.

Wc: 2.5k

Tropes: grumpy!MC x sunshine!Harry (based off this ask)

Warnings: none. (for now *evil snicker*)

A/N: tumblr won’t let me add a picture for some reason, but just know that I was going to add the one of dunkirk!Harry in an orange sweater and green pants, leaned against the wall with his jaw clenched as he looks at a guy’s phone. I love that picture of him. Okay, anyways, enjoy!

Masterlist

Harry Styles has been obsessed with you from the very first year of Uni. He was paired with you and two other people on a sociology project, and since then, he has been enamored with everything about you.

It wasn't like your charm took him over. If anything, your silent glare is what drew him in. You guys seemed to have the laziest project partners because they barely helped, and whatever suggestions they did have were absolutely useless.

You were a quiet girl. Not necessarily because you were shy, but because you simply didn't feel like talking. You would usually say no more than ten sentences during a group meeting, but everything you did say was always of substance.

The first time you were alone with Harry, it was in the library, where you were supposed to have a group meeting to revise each other's work that you had all divided up. Harry and you were the only ones who actually showed up, and ended up revising each other's, and then the others' work that they had sent via e-mail.

Harry had never laughed harder than that day.

The comments you made while revising their work were so witty and sharp. Their work was incredibly bad, most of the spelling was even wrong. It was quite literally a train wreck, but your quick mindedness kept Harry's dimples on display.

You hadn't even tried to be funny, and you had never experienced someone actually liking what you said and being interested in it. It made you feel weird.

After that, you were sure you would never see Harry again. He was on the rugby team, very popular with the ladies and seemed to have a busy schedule with all the parties he went to. You weren't a stalker, but your roommate couldn't stop talking about him ever since they hooked up somewhere in the first month of uni. She was determined to go to every party Harry went to, as an attempt to sleep with him again, and Y/N had to hear all about it. She was glad her roommate graduated last year, her new roommate was way nicer anyway.

You didn't go to parties. It wasn't like you hadn't tried; you went to three parties in the first week. But that turned out to be the worst decision of your entire life... oh well, that's wasn't the point. The point was, there was no scenario in which you would ever cross paths with Harry again. Except that there was, apparently.

After the summer, fresh in your second year, you entered the auditorium for the introduction class for second years. It was nothing special, just a little welcome back with a presentation on what to expect for this year.

You decided to sit at the front. The louder people usually sat in the back, so you wouldn't be bothered here anyway. You had comfortably taken a seat in the first row, knowing many people would be too weirded out to sit so up close anyway. But about five minutes before orientation begin, you heard the seat next to you creak, and Harry Styles sat down next to you.

"Hi." He smiled at you.

"Hey." You greeted him back, glancing at the podium to see how long it would take for the presentation to start. You hated chit chat, and you knew he could talk a lot.

"How was your summer?" He asked, ever so polite. That was one thing about Harry, he was always nice and sweet. It didn't exactly go with his college reputation, but you also didn't expect any differently from him.

"Oh, just peachy." You said in a bit of a monotone voice, leaning back into your seat, and keeping your eyes fixated on the screen even though there was nothing to see yet. You were in no interest to keep this conversation going. You had chosen the bloody front seats for god's sake!

"Good to hear." Harry grinned at your sarcastic response, turning his head to the podium alike. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about your beautiful face and your ability to give him a stomach ache from laughing all summer. When he saw you sitting alone, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to approach you.

There was about ten seconds of silence, ten beautiful and peaceful seconds. But then it started. That nagging feeling inside of you, and it didn't take you two more seconds before you succumbed to it.

"How was your summer?" You said so softly it could almost be classified as a whisper. Harry's head shot your way, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" You heard the amusement in Harry's tone, and you immediately regretted ever speaking up. You turned your head to him with a fake smile.

"I said, how was your summer, Harry?"

Wow, he liked that.

You had never said his name before, not even when you were in that group project with him. Harry only realized that now that his name fell from your lips. Now, he was definitely going to try and make you say his name more. He liked the way it just rolled off your tongue, even though saying that sentences seemed like a bit of a struggle.

"Why, thank you for asking Y/N! My summer was splendid." He said with an overly excited tone that made you want to push him out of the chair.

"Good to hear." You repeated his words in a murmur. Another few empty seconds went by, and you felt like you had fulfilled your duty. Now you wouldn't have to feel guilty about being impolite, and—

"Yeah, I mean, I went to this surf camp somewhere in Portugal. It was pretty cool. And after that, I went to the Amalfi Coast for a week and a half. Have you ever been to the Amalfi Coast, Y/N? Because I hadn't, and honestly it was even better than I expected. A little touristy though, but I guess that just had mostly to do with the season."

Oh my god. Your face paled. He wouldn't stop talking. Uninterrupted, he kept yapping on and on about this surf camp and the Italian cuisine for three minutes. It were the longest minutes of your life.

But you didn't shush him. You weren't sure why. You knew he was doing this to tease you, but a part of you didn't want to be disrespectful and cut him off. He was the only one who had actually delivered work and showed up to every meeting last year, and he had been nothing but nice to you. So, despite him being an annoying pain in the ass, you decided to just let him talk.

Harry couldn't believe you just let him talk.

He was waiting for you to shut him down, but you didn't. He was able to keep going until the presentation begun. And although you didn't give any verbal input nor did you look at him the entire time he was speaking, he still couldn't believe you let him annoy you without even so much as a death glare. He had never been happier about being ignored.

He kept quiet for the orientation, but it took no longer than fifteen minutes before the presentation ended and everyone was free to go. You took your time with packing your notebook into your bag, mainly to avoid the crowd at the exit.

Harry was waiting until you'd stand up, to walk out of class together, but his friends mobbed him and pulled him along to go and get beer for some king of party that same night. He could've killed his friends. He felt like he blew his shot with you now, but he wasn't going to give up.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

*four weeks later*

You stare at the styrofoam cup in Harry's hands, a bored frown on your face as you look from the cup up at him.

"I bought you coffee." He says. His voice seems relaxed, but there is a hint of stress behind it that you can detect for some reason.

"I didn't ask." You reply in a bored tone, taking the cup out of his hands and taking a sip. Caramel Macchiato. "Thank you."

The corner of Harry's mouth tugs up, and he takes a seat besides you on the park bench. His arm is stretched out behind you, and he turns his entire body towards you. You, however, keep reading your book just like you were doing before he pushed that delicious coffee in your face.

"Y/N." Harry tried to grab your attention, but you keep your eyes fixated on the book.

"Harry." You echo his name.

"You would say we're friends, right?"

"I would not."

"Yes we are." Harry chuckles, but he sounds a bit defensive. You finally look up at him, your face stern as ever.

"I don't think we qualify as friends. Maybe acquaintances." You shake your head.

"We sit next to each other in every class we have together. You like me and we're friends, just admit it, Y/N." He teases. He knows you two are friends, but you are too stubborn to call it a friendship. He also knows that stems from the fact that you haven't had many friends, and thus it is not some kind of way to hurt his feelings.

"I tolerate you."

"You love me."

"You're just lucky I haven't pushed you off this bench."

"There's no point in denying it, Y/N." He dramatically sighs, and you clench your teeth at his toothy grin. You roll your eyes and go back to reading your book. You have learned over the last four weeks that it is best to ignore him. Kind of like a puppy. It stops misbehaving once your turn your back to it.

"So, now that we've established that we are best friends forever, I wanted to ask you a favor."

There we go, you knew there was a catch to this ridiculously good caramel macchiato. Seriously, where did he buy this?

"No." You instantly reply.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask yet."

"If it involves you then I want no part in it."

"Oi! Now that's not how it works, silly! Being friends means you want to be around each other. That's the difference between friends and strangers." He over explains it to you like he would to a child, lightly patting you on your shoulder.

You let out a big sigh, then shut your book and open your bag, getting ready to leave. Harry is being too annoying today; his chipper energy always throws you off. You get up and walk away, taking another sip of the coffee he bought for you. The warm liquid is so smooth and sweet, sugary but just the right amount.

Fuck...

You stop in your tracks, and turn around, walking back to Harry. He is surprised to see you returning to him, and his stomach tenses up out of excitement.

"Where did you get this." You point at the coffee in your right hand. Harry slouches a bit, his legs spread wide. Your eyes accidentally trail off to his legs, but you quickly regain your focus. This is not what that's about— why did you even do that?

Harry, however, has a shit eating grin on his face. He noticed it, the distraction in your eyes. Bingo, he thought. That was his sign.

"Tutor me, and I'll tell you." Harry throws the offer straight on the table.

That's what he came to ask you? Jesus Christ...

"Why?"

"I can't make sense of literature class. I need your help. You're good at writing, I saw the grade you got on that first paper."

He's right, you are good at writing. You've always loved literature and all the theories that came with it. It kind of came with being a loner, you guessed. Or maybe you are such a loner because of your preference of books over people. That thought threw you for a loop, but you quickly got out of your head.

You weigh out the pros and cons of tutoring Harry. You wouldn't ask him for money, because you feel like you know him too well for that. Plus, it just feels like ripping him off, especially when it comes to tutoring literature theories. So what other pros are there besides him bringing you coffee? None. The cons consist of quite literally everything else that comes with tutoring Harry: the free time that you have to dedicate to him, his loud presence, him...

"If you bring me one of these to every session, I will help you." You say, going against your own better judgment. Harry's eyes light up.

Your brain scrambles to understand why you are feeling so opposed to rejecting Harry in any sense of the word, but you can't seem to figure out where the pit in your stomach comes from any time you want to be mean to Harry.

"Really?" He asks in pure disbelief.

"Don't question it, I'll change my mind."

"You're right, you're right." He throws his hands up, a sliver of stress flashing over his face that makes you want lift up the corners of your mouth. Harry gets up and puts his arms around you. You just stand there, one arm stretched out, trying to protect your coffee.

"What are you doing?" You ask, an uncomfortable frown on your face.

"I'm hugging you."

"Well don't. You're separating me from my coffee." You say, and Harry laughs at the strained sound of your voice. He is smiling at you once pulled out of the hug.

"Alright, I've got to split. We'll text about when and where?" He asks, slinging his book bag over shoulder. He turns around to walk away, but he looks back when you speak up again.

"You don't have my number." You say, to yourself just as much as to him.

"Don't worry about it." He calls out and disappears into the distance before you can say another word.

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*5 hours later*

Unknown number:

Hey teach. Told you not to worry about it ;)

You:

Is this the part where I file a police report?

Unknown Number:

If you never want to see that caramel macchiato again, then be my guest.

Anyways, I was thinking about wednesday at 4. That a good time for you, teach?

You:

Not if you keep calling me 'teach'.

Unknown Number:

Right. I'll let you choose another nickname. You have the choice between: buttercup, peanut, or cuddle cakes.

You:

You know what, I'll find that coffee place by myself.

Unknown Number:

Ah, c'mon. I threw cuddle cakes in there especially for you. Personally, I prefer ‘munchkin’.

Y/N? Wednesday work for you?

Hello?

Okay fine sorry, I'll bring the coffee and I won’t call you cuddle cakes.

Please reply, I'm desperate.

You:

Yes, I can see that from the four consecutive texts.

Unknown Number:

:)

You:

Wednesday's fine. See you then.

Unknown Number:

Great. See you then sweet cheeks.

You:

I'm blocking you.

Unknown Number:

Blocking me is blocking the access

to that caramel macchiato.

*seen*

See you Wednesday ;)

[atmajolish]

obey me as fanfiction tropes lucifer - meet the family

you don't know why you have never met his family, just that every time the topic comes up he does his best to avoid it. at this point you think he might be the head of a mafia and simply doesn't want to involve you in the 'family business'. it's a surprise when he suddenly invites you to join a dinner with his family and when you go you realise that you got it all wrong. it's not that his family is all serious and involved in the mafia, it's that they are so chaotic it's hard to keep up. even for lucifer.

mammon - bodyguard au

being famous is only fun when your life and privacy isn't threatened by a stalker, hence why your manager decided to get you a bodyguard. you aren't quite sure how mammon is supposed to protect you, considering he seems to be easily distracted and like he hates spending time with you as he seems to think you are just like any other famous person, ready to abandon your morals the moment it suits you. but when he saves your life you're forced to reevaluate your opinion of him. maybe you can make him rethink his opinion on you as well.

leviathan - friends to lovers

you and levi have known each other since forever. you went to the same elementary school and when you saw that levi seemed to like the same cartoon you did, you just had to befriend him! several years down the line you are now in university while levi is making his main income via streaming. it feels hard to connect the same way you used to with how different your lives are these days, but you refuse to give this friendship up. the fact that you might see levi as more than a friend has nothing to do with that.

satan - coffee shop (cat café)

working as a barista in a cat café sounded like a fun way to work in theory. in practice you don't make a lot of coffee, but spend your time cleaning up after the cats. the fact that this guy keeps coming in without ordering anything and just watches the cats for at least an hour before leaving. you're sure it's against the rules, but you don't want to be the one to confront him. you don't get paid for that after all. however, he must have noticed you staring at him because he is coming over and how did you get to the point where he is telling you cat facts?

asmodeus - fake dating

you're unsure how you ended up owing a favour to mammon out of all people, but he's cashing it in right now. apparently his brother has troubles getting rid of an admirer and you're the only possible person who would agree to fake date him and keep shut about it. which is why you and asmo are now sitting in his living room deciding to come up with a way on how you fell in love. it would be so easy if your traitorous heart would just stop fluttering every time he reaches out to hold your hand in public.

beelzebub - soulmate au

sharing the taste with your soulmate sounds good in theory. of course you had to get unlucky with it as your soulmate seems to eat almost constantly and have no limits as to what exactly they eat. you've tasted multiple inedible things and at this point you're concerned for your soulmates health because there are probably repercussions for eating paper. when you see your lab partner trying to eat some of the chemicals you're working with it doesn't take you long to put two and two together. you can't even be mad for all the things you were forced to taste because beel is just cute enough to get away with it.

belphegor - roommates

you are used to your roommate falling asleep in the weirdest spots and it's a miracle he doesn't wake up with severe neck and back pain every day. however when he starts sleeping in your room because 'he likes the company' you need to start rethinking some of your feelings. when you ask him why he doesn't just sleep in his own bed, you only get a sigh and belphie tells you that it's no use sleeping there, because you aren't there. maybe belphie had already figured his feelings out long before you.

diavolo - arranged marriage

being in an arranged marriage was made out to be a lot worse than it actually was. at least in your case. you've known diavolo since you were kids and the both of you had always known it would come to this at one point. still, the thought of possibly ruling a kingdom at his side was a bit daunting. it's when he reassures you that he will handle it and plans out several shenanigans just to distract you from the pressure, that you think maybe you can fall in love with him.

barbatos - time loop

you've been forced to repeat the same day over and over again every time you die and no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to figure out who your killer is. you're sure it's always the same person and they should be the only who is also aware of the time loop, but detective work has never been your strength. it's when a friend of a friend mentions something you said several time loops ago that cold horror washes over you. you never expected barbatos, the guy you sorta had a crush on to be your murderer.

simeon - elementary school teacher

teachers aren't supposed to have favorite students, but it's hard to not like luke just a bit more than the rest. if only because he's the one that listens to you most of the time. what you don't expect is that his dad is also exactly your type, so you really can't help but stare for a bit when simeon first walks in for the parent-teacher conference. what you also don't expect is simeon giving you his number since luke will move to a different school soon. when you ask what the number is for, he hides a smile before telling you it's his way of asking you out.

solomon - reincarnation

you don't know how often you have died and been reborn again. it's been a lot of times. the thing is, you have the easy part. the dying and the reincarnating. your lover solomon has the hard part as he is unable to die and has to live without you until your soul has come back to earth. your memories fade a little more each time you come back and you don't know how long you will be able to keep remembering him, nor how long he will keep on waiting for you.

mephistoteles - enemies to lovers

there are many things you could say about mephistoteles, however it would always be that you kinda hate him. he's stuck up, rich, and can't look past his own nose. you know he thinks about you just as badly so every single time you two see each other you only exchange glares and maybe a few insults if either of you is in a particular bad mood. it's when you're forced to work together for a project that you are forced to see him in a new light, no matter how much you hate that there is more to him than the image you have in your head.

raphael - secret agents

working with raphael has always been easy. he listens well and he can easily kill and get out without much issue. it's only problematic that he refuses to accept any help whatsoever from you, insisting it's easier if he just does it alone. normally you should be happy about that, it means less work for you, but something about it just irks you. it's when a mission goes south that the two of you finally have a heart to heart and realise that working together might be easier than it seems.

thirteen - hitman/target

there's been a hitman trailing after you for a while now. there have been too many freak accidents near you for them to be just accidents. it's when you enter your apartment and see said hitman casually lounging on your couch, eating your snacks, watching your tv. you definitely didn't think she'd be this pretty. her complaining about how you keep avoiding her traps and take out all of the fun of job, reminds you that she is sent to kill you though. it sure is a surprise when she decides to take her time and instead pose as your roommate for the time being and with every day it gets just a bit harder to distinguish whether she still wants to kill you or there is actually more to your relationship.

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Round 3

Propaganda why Feyre Archeron is insufferable:

"She is Miss Perfect Special Never Does Anything Wrong. Rhys with her is like Gordon Ramsay with children, EXCEPT SHE'S A GROWN ADULT. I didn't hate her tooooo much in books 1-3 (she was barely tolerable), but in the novella, she becomes this housewife First Lady type character who is fine doing paperwork after stating previously that she wants to be doing something more "important", and living in a McMansion. THEN THE FIFTH BOOK STARTS WITH HER HAVING AN "INTERVENTION" FOR HER SISTER, WHICH IS BASICALLY FEYRE TELLING NESTA THAT SHE'S GRIEVING INCORRECTLY. Bitch, who are YOU to tell someone that THEIR grief is making YOUR life uncomfortable?? "Wah wah the social implications" you're the literal queen, no one cares that your sister is embarrassing you.

Imo, Feyre is also the result of a lot of internalized misogyny on the part of the author, bc she has two men in love with her and gets along very well with every other male character that's not "evil", but many of the female characters are antagonistic or unhelpful towards Feyre, seemingly apropos of nothing. It's giving "I'm not like OTHER girls". She also very clearly doesn't want children but then miraculously changes her mind bc apparently female characters can't be fulfilled without children. 🙄

Oh and btw Feyre also manages to get the powers of EVERY fairy court ruler at the end of the first book. I DO NOT use the term "mary sue" lightly, as that label has been used against feminist characters a lot, but Feyre exemplifies the Mary Sue trope."

"SHES SO ANNOYING AND SO SO STUPID AND BY THE END SHE JUST BECOMES A COMPLETE DOORMAT AND LETS RHYS WALK ALL OVER HER tbh im more mad at the author for butchering her but she's still annoying as all hell"

"Thinks she’s the victim of everything. Destroys an entire Court. Forces an intervention on her sister who is grieving differently than Feyre is."

"She's the WORST. She's an asshole to her family but thinks she deserves to be worshipped by them because she hunts or whatever, feels entitled all the time, is ableist to her dad, is fantasy racist and turns from being racist to not being racist in a BLINK, is ridiculously overpowered and treated as oh-so-special by every single other character ... I hate her and I wish she would die. "

Propaganda why Marinette Dupain-Cheng is insufferable:

"shes annoyinng anf shes a stalker"

"I love fanon miraculous but by god she has got to stop obsessively stalking her crush and generally making a ton of other terrible decisions. I’d submit Adrien too but he’s more of a deuteragonist"

"I started the show, watched one episode, and never tried again. I simply do not vibe with her."

"I get she has social anxiety but the way she goes about stalking Adrien is kind of the worst like she even has creep shots of him hanging in her room? That’s weird. I think Adrien’s going through enough without having to deal with the main character being his stalker lol. I know they’re (spoilers) at this point but in the beginning it was so sus"

"In the newest season, Marinette hides the fact that Hawkmoth was Adrien’s dad. This leads to the bastard getting a statue and honored as a hero after his death. Adrien now never gets to know the fact that his abusive and neglectful father was the one trying to kill him and is instead proud of him."

"Her crush on Adrien is like a black hole for her character. Things she’s done because of it:

1) stolen property

2) ruined dates

3) humiliated other characters

4) has a chart of Adrien’s daily schedule for the next year in her room (this is stalking)

5) broke into his room and sniffed his pillow (also a crime)

6) sniffed, took the hair from, and tried to kiss what she thought was a wax statue of Adrien

7) convinced her parents to let her go to China. Why? Not because she wants to connect with her mother’s heritage, not even because she’s a budding fashion designer and Shanghai is considered a fashion hotspot. It’s because Adrien was there."

"She easily gets away with bad, stalkerish behavior, it always feels like she can ‘do no wrong’ unless the show wants us to pity her, and the show writers want us to think she is a quirky and socially awkward girl when throughout the series we see her be friends with basically everyone in Paris with many connections to high up places."

"Listen, if Adrien's here, she needs to be too. I like her, but from the odd stalker-ish behaviour, to straight up lying to adrien and telling him that his abusive father was actually a 'very good person, a hero even and not the main villain of the series I promise', there's no way she doesn't deserve to be in the polls."

[cookiesupplier]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Twenty-One

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking, online bullying.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34 @black-damask1999 @jilliemiw86 @ilovesamkiszka @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @collapsedglasshouses @laurpartyprogram

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Seeing her on her knees looking up at him like that, her eyes so wide, from the feel of the way her throat contracted around his cock as she swallowed, to the moans and whimpers as he fucked her pretty mouth, and shit.. shit.. a shiver ran down his spine. She was perfect like this, so trusting as she looked at him despite the way he’d been treating her, shit, why the fuck did she trust him?

No, no, no.. He couldn’t, he couldn’t do this. Not only that, he knew he shouldn’t be doing any of this. She deserved so much better than him, so much better. He didn’t deserve her or anything close to how understanding she’s seemed after how much of an ass he’d been, he knew that already. No matter what he’s been through, nothing gave him the right.

“Fuck, Talia, I, I’m sorry.”

“Rick, I.. what? What is this, what is happening right now? I..”

His voice came out in a rasp, and a strangled sound left his throat, even her voice, she was shaking, her voice, she sounded scared.. Fuck she sounded scared.. Of him? Of what was going on between them, scared of what? He didn’t know, all he knew was he couldn’t control anything of what he was feeling. He pulled back from her, breaking off contact as he let go of her completely, he needed to clear his head, and touching her wasn’t helping that. Shit. Every time he touched her, just thinking about it even, made his tattoo tingle, again, and he swore under his breath, what the fuck was happening. Yet pulling away right now, and fixing himself in his pants, he could swear the very thought of forcing himself not to touch her no matter how much he even wanted to reach out and help her up from the floor, had his soulmate tattoo on his neck flaring up and starting to burn. Not bad per se, not by much, but just enough that he knew it didn’t like what he was doing.

What the fuck.

Now he was thinking about his tattoo like it had feelings, like it was a fucking sentient being.

What was wrong with him?

He could hear Talia moving behind him as he turned to face the kitchen counter, his hands pressing against the stone top. Pressing down to keep himself there for the moment.

“Rick?”

“I’m sorry, we, I shouldn’t have done that, not again.. I mean.. We can’t do this, we can’t be… this, Talia. I just got out of the most fucked up relationship. She was a stalker for fuck's sake, and I thought I was in love with her, I bought a damn ring, how screwed up is that? I mean-”

His voice choked off, he wanted to be done with all of this, he’d talked about it all on that horrendous video yesterday, but that had been clinical, that had been precise facts for the story of what Grace had done to him. Making sure to refute everything she had claimed about him, about Talia, her lies. This, though, felt like reaching into his chest and ripping out.. He couldn’t even go online to read all the messages after the video because of the thought of what people would say. He wasn’t sure what would feel worse, people believing him and sympathising, hearing all the different ways people have been treated so horribly, or the people calling him a fucking liar and making up excuses to call it off with Grace, then there was the worst of all, calling him exactly how he felt, a damn fucking fool for not realising that she’d been lying all those years ago.

“I can’t even walk into my own fucking house right now. I changed the locks and upped the security, but it feels like it means nothing because she lived there for two years, and she’s everywhere in that place. I hate her Talia, and yet, I thought I loved her, but was it her? Who even was she?”

Looking at Talia, she was at least standing now, and he felt like fucking shit to see she looked so unsteady, like any moment she could start shaking and had her arms wrapped around herself, she looked about as good as he felt. He felt good when he was talking to her, he had, and yet, there was something, something so overwhelming out of his control, he didn’t know if he could trust…

“I was dating someone who lied to me from the very moment I met them, who stalked me, and didn’t blink the entire time, not once about any of it. Was I stupid, was I just, did I want to be blind so badly that I pretended? What’s going to happen now? I mean, my relationships are royally screwed now, how can I ever trust-”

“Me?”

“No, me, Talia, I can’t trust myself. For all the shit I’ve said about you, being a fake soulmate, I’m sorry I’ve been such a bastard. But it’s not you, it’s never been you thats the problem Talia, it’s always been me.”

Ricky didn’t even trust himself anymore, he’d been in a relationship that was nothing but lies and manipulation for years, and he’d believed it all, how could he trust his judgement now? As it was, admitting that he was the one that was the problem between Talia and him instead of his claims before now, well…

“Ricky,”

He swallowed as Talia moved to stand next to him, her back to the counter as he finished turning so they were both facing the same way as they talked.

“You don’t have to apolo-”

“Don’t, start with that again, please,”

Rick shut her down quickly, at least she seemed to have stopped shaking, and their tattoos had stopped tingling, calming down from that damned arousal. Talking, talking he could do, as long as he didn’t touch her.

“I have ripped into you so much, treated you like shit, and you have just waved it off like nothing, give me credit here, I was a complete asshole and a bastard, say it Talia. Say it, out loud. Admit it, and stop telling me I don’t have to apologise, like you’ll just let me off the hook again? Sweetheart, because, that is not what’s going to happen here.”

Even if it was just him, he wasn’t going to let it go, not this time. He felt guilty a little for a second when Talia seemed to shrink for a moment at his little rant, but he felt like she would just keep letting him keep doing it, and let him keep treating her like he had, and being an asshole. No.

“I,”

“Say it, I mean it. Go on.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Listen to my voice, Sweetheart, Say it.”

Ricky crossed his arms in front of his chest, stopping himself from reaching for her hands to convince her to do it, to say it, maybe he was being an asshole even now, but he wanted to hear it, her admit, that she could actually say it, see it, and not just wave it off. Looking at her, stubbornly, as she pursed her lips slightly, a little bit stubborn herself maybe, as she huffed out a soft, fine almost, he wasn’t sure if she actually said it or imagined it, but here we go as she started.

“Okay, so you're a bastard, and half the time since I’ve met you I’ve wanted to fucking slap you every time you’ve opened your mouth.”

There we go, Ricky couldn’t help but smirk slightly at that, that was a little more than he asked for, but he liked it. Good. Maybe she would slap him next time he went too far. Not that he encouraged violence in relationships, but they weren’t dating, and he had been an asshole.

“Little bit colourful, feel better?”

Not that she had said that she was the one upset before, he was the one that seemed to be breaking down between the two of them, but he just couldn’t believe she was doing any better, not with how clammed up she was, not… not with what Ava said at the party. Damn Ava, her words had dug like a tick in his brain. Someone had hurt Talia because of him, because of their tattoo, and he’d made it worse.

“Maybe.”

She was smiling a little at least now, just a little, much better than her shrinking back before, Right would take that as a win.

“Well, one of us at least, then.”

Glancing back to the other side of the kitchen, he tsked slightly with his tongue with a sigh after a moment, his arms not relaxing across his chest as he thought about where this all left them. With freaky soulmate tattoos that were flaring up strangely, and…

“I can’t do another relationship, and screw me not wanting a soulmate, you, shit, I feel bad for you being stuck with me about now. I am beyond fucked up because there is something seriously wrong with me. Honestly, if I were you, I would be running so far, so fast it’s not even funny.”

“Rick-”

Before he could start to say anything about her tone, how it sounded like she was going to get all apologetic and forgiving on him again,

“Stop, this time you listen to me.”

He paused as she shut him down, regarding her slightly, it was fair play he guessed, holding his hand out and gesturing for her to continue without risking touching her, he’d listen, he’d been horrible enough not to listen to her plenty already.

“You were dealt a shit card, we’ve both been dealt shitty hands with this soulmate thing, and whatever is going on with our tattoos I have no idea what it is, the fact I’ve never heard about it before kind of scares me a little, but, that's not my point. My point, what was my point,”

He smiled a little at the cute way she rambled, her words running away with her as her mind went on a tangent. Rick had been there, he recognised it. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d edited his videos, repeatedly with the way he’d lost his thoughts when he’d talk, having to redo the clips, over and over. So he waited patiently for her to find what it was she wanted to say again.

“Shit, I lost it, anyway,”

Ricky couldn’t help but chuckle roughly, but otherwise stayed silent, letting her continue.

“You were dealt a shit hand, but that doesn’t define you. I’m not saying you should just jump right back into everything, I’m not, you need time to sort everything out, so take it. If you can’t trust yourself, trust others. Get outside opinions.”

Shrugging, then again, he hadn’t been all that welcome of that lately, and from the look on his face, he wasn’t that impressed with her advice.

“Talia, no, if I listened to everyone else, I’d probably have you knocked up by now, I swear.”

He was not laughing about it either, nor was she with her face changing a few different shades of red when he said that. Ricky couldn’t forget how it felt like everyone had been pushing him towards her ever since he’d broken it off with Grace and considering two out of three times he’d been alone with her, he’d not been able to keep his hands off of her. Everything was so overwhelming, and he swallowed, well, she knew what had happened.

Now, even now, the air felt so thick, he stretched his neck a little, fuck, the tingle was back as his hands flexed, and he gripped the counter on either side of him again, holding onto it, he wasn’t pushing that limit between them again.. But only so much he could ignore it.. He didn’t care how willing she seemed, either time, that tattoo, it didn’t feel right, he’d been so fucking stupid to think it was fine.

“Ricky! I’m being serious.”

“So am I! Everyone has been pushing me to get closer to you ever since I broke it off with Grace, as if finally having my real soulmate will magically fix all my problems. I’m sorry, but I don’t see it that way. Soulmates can be a wonderful bond, but they make you vulnerable, and to me, they are terrifying as shit too.”

Case in point, what was happening with their marks, she wasn’t wrong, it was rather freaky that he’d never heard this happening before. Now that he knew it wasn’t all in his head, and he wasn’t imagining it, it was tangible, he was going to do a deep dive to see if he could find out any information about it at all. Maybe he could even ask-

Talia suddenly let out a groan of slight disgust, her face scrunching up as she looked away, catching Ricky’s attention and pulling him away from his thoughts.

“What?”

“I just, I thought about how Kyle used to talk about soulmate couples having babies so soon after they get together, and thinking about the whole rush of it being like this, and it made me think about Ava and Vinny right now, and I just. No. I don’t. No.”

At that, Ricky couldn’t help but start laughing.

“Shit, well, Laura and Justin, they did, so, and Vin and Ava were stuck in a bus for two weeks, so we're on strict rules there, and tensions abound, how have they been here?”

Talia got a bit of a look he wasn’t sure he could read on her face before she started talking,

“I’ve been escaping to go have coffee with Chris every afternoon to give them alone time because I -”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence when a surge ran through both of their tattoos at the same time, but it was nothing like the pleasure that they had enjoyed earlier, and far more like the one Ricky had felt when he’d pulled away from her, only worse, a lot worse. The moment he heard her talking about escaping to have coffee with Chris, he remembered seeing her there in the café with him, laughing, looking so happy, and thinking about her sneaking off to spend secret time alone with him, and the next thing he knew, his hand was flying to his neck with the pain that was ripping through his skin.

“Fuck, what the hell, is going on?!”

Ricky glanced over to Talia, her words so much more shocked, having no idea why there was pain, just that there was, and she looked to be in just as much pain as him. Made him wonder if she always felt what he felt, or if it was when they were in proximity. Had she felt him when they were at the café? Was it only when they were together? Or maybe only when the feelings were extremely intense, like now?

Either way…

“I don’t know, but I think it’s about time we try to find out.”

Divider by @saradika-graphics

[bloomskullberry]

Ok you know what i just gotta write out my feelings on the new Miraculous movie. I have both good and bad things to say. I will be rewatching it cause i was pretty biased (we'll get to that) and maybe reposting this with my new thoughts afterwards cause this is a lot.

THUS: READ MORE AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION and understand that most of this is based on personal perception, preferences, and an element of nostalgia/frustration (ive been watching this show since season one, would not have made it this far if I didnt have FEELINGS about Miraculous). but take everything with a sprinkle of salt.

THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS ABOUT THE NEW MIRACULOUS MOVIE UNDER THE CUT

1. Pacing felt like the biggest issue. A lot of stuff was happening, and a lot of big moments were happening, but there was nothing inbetween that made them feel like they flowed into eachother, and a lot of the character/relationship "development" relied on the viewers previous knowledge of the show, even tho its pretty clear the movie was doing stuff very differently in terms of characters and relationships. Do i understand this is a 1hr 40min movie trying to encapsulate the slowburn romance and 5 seasons worth of content in a way that caters to the fans of said 5 seasons? Yes, its a huge ask for what is essentially 5 episodes (average 20 mins long). Especially with the amount of exposition the concept of Miraculous requires. Is it still disappointing, considering the movie left out information because of its audience and still rushed through important stuff to just get to the "juicy" moments? Yeah

2. Visuals were lovely, as was the music and specific moments. Honestly if the pacing wasnt such an issue and everything was developed more, the Ladybug and Ladynoir songs (maybe even the Hawkmoth one too) would be really enjoyable as a way to progress stuff and show development. Im also a sucker for dramatic visuals during musical numbers to help emphasize the feelings/emotions of the characters, and it really showcases the potential benefits the animation could add to the show as a medium

3. I actually really liked movie!Marinette (partly cause she wasnt a stalker and creep about her crush on Adrien) qnd because she had a much more sarcastic and bantering attitude, even outside of the costume, which made Ladybug an alter ego more than a complete other person (which is a slight issue ive had with the show). The scene of her growing into her civilian persona and becomign more confident actually made me really happy, especially her standing up to Chloe

4. Movie!Chat Noir kinda pissed me off ngl, and felt very disconnected from movie!Adrien (or at least how he was shown). People have said movie!Adrien is much more depressed/isolated and acts appropriately as to his home life (and dont get me wrong, i loved his scene where he stood up to Gabriel), but i think thats why his relationship with Ladybug and complete 180 as Chat Noir feels so off to me? Like his almost "meanness" with Ladybug at first from being super cocky and then doesnt even apologize for his treatment of her even after he falls for her just throws me off (tbf ive always been biased against the "cocky assholes falling for people who put them in their place" trope, so this might just be a me thing). Idk, it just doesnt sit right with me

4b. Anyone else notice Adrien didnt even get chosen for being kind? Plagg just appeared in his bedroom? Like Marinette almost got ran over from saving Master Fu and then Adrien is just like Yo A Cool Ring. Idk, its funny but that felt weird to me

5. The stupid freaking montage. Yall cannot even imagine how much I hate the montage. If they had replaced the montage with one scene and maybe cut down the magician and mime fight to add another scene in to focus on marinette + adrien friendship and then adrien personal life development or chat noir + ladybug bonding/respect for EACH OTHER i think it would have elevated the movie to new heights. The montage essentially was the movie pressing fast forward x3 on any development of characters. Its because of montages like these that make me appreciate filler or fun episodes in any show, because when you just stick a montage in then you feel like youre watching coworkers kiss when the movie is trying to convince you theyre starcrossed ride or die lovers. Made me feel like i watched the origins episode and then the season 5 finale with just the stormy weather 2 episode inbetween. Hate it.

6. Movie!Tikki has personality and movie!Plagg is a fart machine. I think its clear theres a favorite. Feels like it reflects the focus on Marinette and lack thereof on Adrien as a character present in both the show and the movie. Hardly a new observation, just food for thought.

7. ¿¿¿¿¿¿movie!Hawkmoth/Gabriel???? That basically sums up how I feel about him but to explain theres just very little done with him i feel. Plus it seems like all his Hawkmothing around actually takes a toll on his wellbeing, which is really cool and interesting, but it just comes out of nowhere afTER THE STUPID MONTAGE. Like id love to see the kind of degradation of his health, mental physical and emotional, as he works to revive Emilie, cause you cant tell me thay wouldnt make stuff a lot more interesting (i know he got catacylsmed but the show just treated it as an outfit change and checking his arm like a clock until the season finale, so it doesnt really count for me), but mans just shows up looking like a wreck and fights with Adrien

7b. Also i was pretty confused about how him breaking/rejecting his akuma at the end of the movie worked, and him just having all the powers ever while akumatized?? But that's just me being picky at a superhero show where magic animal jewelry exists

8. Movie!Chloe and movie!Sabrina felt more real in a way? Like Chloe was just stuck up and self centered, not actively making everyones life hell, and Sabrina didnt just blindly follow her along (i ADORED when she let Marinette escape and when she shrugged at her during the ball, you go girl you have that personality and self-consciousness the show never allowed you to have until the last moment), it was more a reluctant follower ignoring a friend's red flags ya know? Movie!Chloe wasnt the mayors daughter who had control over every adult in Paris and would literally become a dictator if elected. She was just freaking out at Marinette for "ruining" her sweater. Shes still a bully/mean kid, but shes dialed back, which i think makes her much better.

9. Alya and Nino were just kind of chilling, i dont have any feelings about their characters except how terrible Nino is at advice, and Alya was set up as a good friend throughout the movie, so i appreciate her supportiveness of Marinette. Tom and Sabine were set up to do more/be more important in the movie (I was so sure Tom was gonna be akumatized at the fair, but nope), but were kind of dropped halfway? Like Tom was set up as the overprotective and loving kinda helicopter father who would go all the way to the fair in disguise to watch over Marinette, and then he was just never mentioned again after Marinette felt embarrassed by him at said fair. Wasted opportunity and time for a movie with so much issue in pacing

10. I saw buggachat say this movie felt like an animated fanfiction of MLB and I have to say i completely agree. I dont mean that in a bad way, i love fanfiction with all my heart and you can clearly see that the movie and a lot of fanfiction fixes the issues many fans have with the show. But the thing is, this is a full movie, not a collection of one-shot specific scene rewrites. Thus, for it to be successful in "rewriting" or creating an alternate version of MLB, it has to include those in-between moments, not just the juicy identity reveal, or the "my heart belongs to another " moment, or even the "Gabriel actually cares about his son" moment. Is the movie good at those moments? Goodness yes. It definitely has its humor, its enjoyment that you can tell is a gift to the fans. But as a movie, a whole animated film, it disappoints.

10b. I mean for goodness sake they didnt even mention that Catacylsm was a thing until it was used, and Lucky Charm wasnt utilzed at all, just the fixing power (that might just be a genuine change they made so Ladybug wasnt too unbalanced with Chat Noir tho)

OK IM DONE, phew. Those are my major thoughts from the day after watching the movie, and im going to watch it again more carefully later. Ill not to be so personally biased and to just enjoy it. Who knows, maybe ill think differently afterwards.

Definitely gonna listen to the songs again, and definitely gonna burst out laughing at Careless Whisper tho

[painsandconfusion-moved-shoo]

Whump Tropes: Threats

Everyone loves a good threat, they come in so many flavors.

Whumper silencing Whumpee’s babbling or screaming with a knife to their lips. A small smile when Whumpee flinches.

“If you keep trying to squirm away from me, this is going to hurt a lot more than it needs to.”

Whumper lightly tapping a hammer against Whumpee’s kneecaps.

“Remind me, are you right or left-handed?”

“Tsk tsk, you remember what happened last time you tried that, don’t you?”

Whumper tossing a handful of ‘stalker photos’ of Whumpee’s loved ones at them. Whumpee immediately obeying every command when it’s no longer just their life on the line.

“You always try to run. Well lucky for you, I’m a problem-solver. You need legs to run, right? So, what if I just…”

“Of course you want to be a good pet for me. I know you don’t want to end up like them.”

Whumper gripping Whumpee by the chin, digging in their nails when Whumpee refuses to answer the question.

“I’m going to break one bone every five minutes until you tell me where Caretaker is. Let’s start with your fingers. Count for me, would you?”

Whumper finally pulling away from a bleeding, exhausted Whumpee. Whumpee takes a small breath of relief until they see Whumper turn the knife on Caretaker instead.

Similarly, “Oh, you thought I was going to use this on you? No no, I want you to watch them scream today. You know what you have to do to make it stop.”

“Open your eyes! No - watch. I swear, I will cut off your fucking eyelids if I have to, but you are going to WATCH.”

Whumper gently dragging the tip of a knife along Whumpee’s thigh the moment they talk back to Whumper, giving them a moment to correct that pesky attitude of theirs.

“I’m going to give you ten seconds to stop struggling. Ten. Nine. Seven. Four…”

“Scream for me. That wasn’t nearly good enough. You don’t want me to get bored, do you?”

Nothing like a good old-fashioned knife to the throat. How the Whumpee immediately stills, trying not to breathe as the blade bites into their skin.

“Trust me, daring. You don’t want to see me angry.”

“If you don’t eat this, I will force it down your throat one bite at a time. I have all day.”

Whumper quickly re-asserting dominance by pulling Whumpee’s head back by a fistful of hair.

[yyuuna]

i’m not sure if your requests are open ( ignore this if they aren’t :00 ) but the fake dating trope witj todoroki and bakugo bdjnebfb

fake dating

—fake dating with them

includes: s. todoroki / k. bakugo

pairing: various x reader

genre: fluff

disclaimer: lowercase intended

warning: swearing

a/n: i triED 🏃🏻‍♀️ i’ve seen tropes like this all the time but i still couldn’t get it done nicely but here u go,,

—todoroki

despite having literally no idea about what’s going on, he’s no snitch

simply doesn’t care

will submit to ur plans because he’d think why not?? a friend is in dire need of help, so why shouldn’t he help?

ok, on to the story

as u were walking down the hallway of the school building’s second third floor, u spot someone

his name is sora, ur stalker during middle school—he’s rly creepy

by creepy, i mean he used to harass you with his undying love during lunch time, touching you whenever he can, bombard you with diabetes during valentines day, invading your privacy, lying to everyone that you’re together

a squeak make its way out to escape from your lips as your widened eyes stare at sora

thankfully, the joyous screams and boisterous laughs coming from the school fair had weakened his senses, thus not being able to immediately see your cowering figure

he was hard to shoo away back then

despite being able to defend yourself from him back then, him being annoying is rather intolerable

so u sneakily go down the stairs cz u dont want sora to notice nor harass u

buttttt sora caught sight of you—after all, you’re the reason he came to UA’s school fair

“[name]! come back here!” he yelled, jogging to make his way to you

ur run suddenly accelerated tenfold

u kinda caught todoroki’s attention bcz ur shoes were clacking rly loud on the floor

todoroki was just standing there, looking at u

he just got out of the classroom

“oh thank god—todoroki!” you gestured to him as your panic withers away

well at least until sora’s voice stiffened you again

“[name], let me talk to you.” sora grabbed your shoulder rather too harshly

“what do you want? why are you even here?” u back away, but he only gets closer

“what, didn’t you miss me?” he smirked, contradicting the disgusted scowl on your face

todoroki awkwardly stood there, silently watching the exchange

“c’mon, everybody knows we’re together, so i wanted to take you out with a couple of friends” sora took ahold of your hand, caressing your palm

honestly, you just want to go home

so your eyes swiveled at anything but him, looking for nothing in particular

until ur sight lands of todoroki

“shou~can we go to our date now? im rly hungry” u interlocked ur hand with his as u escape from sora’s hold

ok, he was genuinely confused but uh

“uh sure...” todoroki said

sora scoffed “psh, him? ur boyfriend?”

at this, todoroki’s ear started to heat up—and no his quirk is not in on this

he does have a crush on u, but he doesn’t know he actually has a crush on u. all he knows is that he admires ur strength and many more traits than he does to anyone else

“whatever, we’re still not done, [name]” sora smirked, his finger seductively tracing your jaw before leaving u two

todoroki obviously sensed the danger, pulling u closer to him

“i’ll walk w u” he stared at u

u two started walking towards the exit of the campus, not bothering to separate ur hands—which is most likely his idea

“uh, thanks...sorry about earlier. i didn’t mean to use u—well i kinda did but he’s creepy”

“okay” he casually said

nearing the exit, u began walking to the opposite direction, only to be stopped when he didn’t seem to let go of ur hand

“i thought u were hungry?” he asked

“no i—well yeah, im hungry but it was also with the pretend part, right? i mean, we aren’t together to go on a date” u chuckled awkwardly, though his face stayed indifferent

“date...? is that so....” he trailed off, looking down in thoughts “then if you’re hungry, we should go on that date”

he’s cluelesssssss

“eh? well sure i guess...?”

“okay”

that’s ur first date. by first date i mean there r following dates

—bakugo

sooo im not sure if this is exactly fake dating but the concept is there,, skshjs i need more ideassss

kinda aged up? i mean u two r on an official mission

he’s the type of person who’s against fake dating shit because it’s “fucking stupid” but honestly, he inwardly don’t mind at all

anyway, the group of villains u two were assigned to catch was in a high official party (a ball of some sort), so obv u attend there

as u two were slowly getting information, leading them where u can easily catch them without getting the civilians’ attention, u heard one of ur enemies’ micro transceiver (walkie talkie microchip things on their ear)

“enemy is wearing a fur coat, has [h/c] hair that’s tied up, and is around [height] feet tall” said the person on the other line

the enemy’s eyes widened, but before he could catch u, u ran towards ur partner, bakugo, and pulled him to one of balconies

“what the hell?!”

“they’re onto us!” u whisper yelled, hiding ur coat somewhere while taking off ur hair tie

u heard footsteps, perhaps they have already found out where u both went

“there’s no time!” u hissed, pushing bakugo on his knee

“OH MY GOD...YES! OF COURSE I’LL MARRY U!” u excitedly chanted

“huh?”

bakugo was about to throw profanities when the enemies entered his peripheral vision

u saw this too, but the enemies seemed like they were still about to pester u two

lmao so u pulled the blond up, laying ur face on the crook of his neck to imitate a make out session

and ur right thigh laid against his hip before u pulled his hand to grab it

his other palm encased ur waist, helping u

u can feel his heartbeat accelerating as ur body rests against his own

and ofccc pda makes people uncomfy

“sir, we lost her” u heard one of the enemies relay before they leave them

ur breath fanned his neck as his ears figuratively burned

“get off, dumbass” though his words were harsh as a sand paper, the way he pulled u away, on the other hand, was gentle as a feather

“u know once the agency learns about this, they’re gonna send your annoying ass with me all the time for fucking missions” he scowled despite actually wanting to have u as his partner

“yeah...probably some fake couple missions”

tags; @mayukhii @innersooya

[thehotspurs]

have never talked about this on my blog before so will leave my rambling after the break for those who follow for my f1/football content but the final episode of utsukushii kare came out today and oh lord do i need to RANT

holy fucking shit. it’s been a LOOOOONG time since i’ve watched a tv show thats genuinely got me hooked like that 😵‍💫 literally from the second i saw the trailer i knew it was gonna be great and then the first episode just exceeded my expectations even more than i ever thought possible

i knew from the trailer it was going to be my type of vibe just purely from the kind of morally grey relationship between a social outcast and the most popular guy in school (who lowkey bullies him but at the same time never lets anyone else bully him???) i won’t try cover myself in glory ok? i’m predictable. i like angst and misunderstandings and hurt/comfort and those relationships ALWAYS have those things in abundance so i was SOOO excited for it. but jesus the direction they went with that trope was insane

having hira so obvious in his affections for kiyoi was predictable enough, maybe a tad unpredictable was HOW obvious he was, but it was almost endearing how completely and utterly whipped he was for this boy. how he wanted to worship kiyoi like a god because he felt it was only right. the thought of leaving him be never crossed his mind, no matter how many times kiyoi told him he was “gross” or a “stalker” and no matter how many times hira himself thought nothing would ever happen between him and kiyoi - he never stopped following him and buying him ginger ale and taking photos of him. it was almost as though deep down he knew him and kiyoi were equals, and that kiyoi was slowly but surely falling for him too, but his mind just wouldn’t let him consider the possibility.

i could probably write a thesis on the intricacies of kiyoi’s character but i’ll try keep it brief 😭 what was an amazing breath of fresh air for the trope was how the popular guy didn’t have this massive ego - kiyoi, whilst he did abuse his power over hira somewhat, protected hira from his friends when they tried to push him around, gave hira the change to buy himself a drink if he wanted and let hira take photos to his hearts content. the end of the series really got into kiyoi’s vulnerabilities and shit his final insistence that he is “just a man” and not a god tore me open. he said he wanted to be an idol so people could worship him and pay attention to him, but deep down i don’t think he ever wanted that. he assumed emotional warmth would come from being idolised by millions, when in reality being idolised was far from what he wanted, he just wanted someone to care. care for him for more than his looks or social status, but instead for who he really was.

kiyoi’s fascination with hira developed so naturally and i’d have loved to have seen it drawn out a bit more (though with the presumably limited episode time i understand) but the way they still managed to show his gradually changing feelings from a first general confusion as to why hira was acting that way to the oh moment where he realised this boy was sticking around. he was sticking by his side when others wouldn’t and standing up for him when he needed and THAT, that was what he wanted. he didn’t want anyone else, he wanted this strange boy with a stutter who looked at kiyoi like the stars shined in his eyes. he wanted him so bad he kissed him against all better judgement. his first kiss. “it was so intense. just like him.” he was hooked. hooked onto hira’s obsession that he thought he wanted so desperately at that time

and then as quick as a flash, they ran out of time. kiyoi had only just come to terms with how he felt about hira and then they parted ways. whilst kiyoi began to feel everything, hira forced himself to feel nothing at all. he found someone in koyama who was a genuine friend, someone who understood him and didn’t see him as a weirdo or social outcast, but as a human being. without this, there would’ve been no chance of hira ever coming to terms with the fact he was worthy of kiyoi’s affection. and having kiyoi so confused and jealous and unsure of everything was just AHHHH so good!!! after all the buildup of him being this untouchable creature way above anyone else through hira’s eyes, seeing him actually being so vulnerable and shaken by his feelings for hira felt so real.

plz do not ever get me started on kiyoi’s monologue about it all. because i will NEVER stop. usually with this outcast/popular boy dynamic, the outcast is always seen as the victim of sorts and never does anything wrong in the buildup to the relationship but OH BOY did this show flip that on its head!! YES hira was given a hard time by kiyoi, but being able to see the situation from kiyoi’s point of view made you realise, hira wasn’t completely blameless. in fact, he contributed as much to their failure to communicate!!!!!!!! kiyoi sums it up perfectly in one of the best lines of tv i’ve ever heard: “i doubt he would believe that i’m thinking about him. in a way, he was just as selfish as me, and he didn’t even realise it. he never cared to know how i felt.” hira was so blind-sighted by his obsession with calling kiyoi a god amongst men, he failed to acknowledge kiyoi was just like him - a boy with problems and grievances that leaves them with little self worth. with hira that lack of self worth manifested in withdrawing himself whilst in kiyoi it manifested in being greedy for devotion and popularity. they were never dissimilar.

the confession scene has been replaying in my head ever since i finished and for GOOD. REASON. firstly i just wanna say how amazing the actors are because WOW it felt so real???? kiyoi in particular seemed so genuinely distraught and desperate and hira so dumbfounded that someone was confessing to him. the shift in kiyoi’s emotions when hira asked if he could touch him was heart wrenching, his face brightens instantly but he hesitates still, unwilling for them to fall back into the obsession he once thought he wanted but grew to realise he never did. he didn’t want to be placed on a pedestal and worshipped - he realised that was far too lonely. he wanted someone to treat him like an equal, and so did hira.

the bike scene was the 2 minutes of fluff we needed after almost 6 full episodes of angst, and i’m not lying when i say i SOBBED. their smiles just tore me apart because THEY FINALLY GOT WHAT THEY WANTED!!! THEY WERE FINALLY HAPPY AND HAD EACH OTHER and it shows!!! hira’s giddy smile when kiyoi says “why did i fall in love with someone as disgusting as you?” and kiyoi burying his head into hira’s back with a disgustingly lovesick expression was all i needed. i’m as close to content as i possible could be considering i wish will all my heart that there was more 🥲

aside from the plot the aesthetic of the show just gripped me from the start in a way that i’ve never had before which was honestly such a nice change! the camerawork was phenomenal and the lighting and colouring was so so so so SO beautiful it was honestly a masterpiece. props to the acting as well cuz it was amazingggg it all felt so real and genuine and ahhhh im in love

that’s all! <3

[airasora]

So during the years you've shared many of your fascinating Hollina AUs, now I'm really curious if you could tell us more about your Thrax/Odette AUs? The ones you have planne, more of less planned, only vague concepts, anything really, love seeing people talking about their ships.

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE EXCUSE TO MAKE THIS POST!

So *cough* before we get into this, let me just warn you guys I have quite a few smutty ideas that are just... one-shots. Just so you guys know that some of the titles you'll see here are probably just going to be mindless smut in the long run. And some of them may be mixed together for a bigger story, etc etc etc xD

Super psycho love AU

Thrax is a demon who sees Odette being harassed and saves her. This becomes a habit and Thrax develops a sense of possessiveness over Odette, turning him obsessive and dangerous. This is Yandere Thrax at his HIGHEST. Think Toma from Amnesia, Peter from Your Boyfriend, Saeran from Mystic Messenger, Kisshu from Tokyo Mew Mew, any stalker type of "romance" you can think of, etc.

Painkiller belongs in this story.

Lovecraft ("Cupid & Incubus" AU)

Odette and Thrax work for their respective groups that disagree what love and sex is. Odette's group believes love is pure and that sex tarnishes it. Thrax's group believes love without sex isn't love at all and that sex is more fulfilling than love could ever be.

The "message" in this story is that both are wrong and that love and sex are powerful together AND on their own; that love without sex isn't less passionate and that not feeling romantic desire isn't wrong either.

Death Note AU

Odette is caught in a loveless marriage with an absolute moron of a man who not only thinks she's beautiful and nothing else, but has no desire to lead and help their people prosper. After venting her frustration's to her father's grave, a book called "Death Note" appears before her. It claims that anyone whose name is written in the book will die. Perhaps Odette has a Guardian Angel somewhere?

Beauty and the beast AU

Not gonna share details for this AU as I think that would make it a far less interesting read as there IS a lot of changes from Disney's Beauty and the beast movie, I promise.

Little Red Riding Hood AU

I think you guys know exactly what kind of star-crossed lovers story this is going to be, so I'm not even gonna bother explaining this trope xD

Perfect Enemy (Tokyo Mew Mew AU)

Now, when I call this a TMM AU what I mean is that it has the same overall concept; Aliens want to take over the Earth, believing humans don't deserve this beautiful planet because they taint it with pollution, etc. There won't be animal DNA and super powers and magic girls etc, but there is a war between the humans and the aliens that Thrax and Odette are at the center of. Think royalties of their respective planets or something like that.

(Smutty) one-shot fanfics

- Against her will, Odette's father promises her hand in marriage to a man she's never even met. In a last act of rebellion, she gives away her precious first time to an attractive stranger. What will she do when she discovers her last rebellion just made a fool of herself?

- Thrax, a biology and anatomy student at college, has decided to make his final exams project be about the increasingly rarer species of humans. But with limited,reliable sources, he turns to the only human attending the college to ask if she would let him study her. It may turn out not to be as professional as intended

- Thrax was always the studious, curious type. When he discovered something new and interesting, it was in his nature to become hyper-fixated on it. Which usually wasn't a problem, but when your new hyper-fixation finds your journal about her... yeah, that's a problem

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

May 2021 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

It’s a cray cray Friday when Vietnam gets its eng subs up before GMMTV Thailand. What alter-reality are we in? Well, the Vietnamese offerings are better right now anyway. (Oooo, feel that burn.) 

Ongoing Series - Thai

Top Secret Together Ep 2 - pulping it up in the best possible way. Sure sound and production values are pants, and in classic Thai fashion the editing in post is exacerbating (rather than fixing) pacing issues, but it’s still CUTE AF. I don’t even mind the added university storyline, because they’ve got good chemistry (and a confident gay fresher after a panicked gay hazer is an old favorite... what can I say, SOTUS was my first love). We aren’t spending too much time with any one couple, so it’s weighted a lot better than Brothers was, but also character development is slow. 

Siew Sum Noi Ep 2 - Unfortunately, it’s just too hard to find, plus no subs. I’m dropping it in the hopes it comes back on my radar some day. 

Y-Destiny Ep 8 - (Thurs) It’s rough having a ghost boyfriend, half your friends are scared, the other half think you’re crazy, and kissing shortens your lifespan. This was a cute couple even if I wasn’t wild about the surrounding story. 

Close Friend Ep 5: (Dear My Star/JimmyTommy) - about high school penpals. It had to rely entirely on voice over work as the actors only meet face to face at the end. It’s a good thing they are appealing screen presences on their own, with good vocal control. It’s hard to imagine any other BL pair carrying this kinda plot. It’s by far my favorite of the series so far, and I’m not even a big JimmyTommy fan. 

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 7 - no subs. Do we care? Not really. Because we have... 

Nitiman Ep 3 - currently my favorite out of Thailand. It’s the university Thai BL i’ve been waiting for since... when was the last good one? My Engineer? Yowza. Anyway we got: head on my shoulder, baby is a floppy drunk (but still wants to be in control), proximity alert, boyfriend’s closet, seme gets seriously jelly, and a cute twist on feeding him. There’s something fun and complex about Jin’s character. He’s not a panicked bi. He knows exactly what’s going on, he just hasn’t decided if he wants Bb or not. He clearly enjoys being looked after, the compliments, and the attention, but he’s not sure if he’s going to like what happens if he gives in. I like that twist on the usual tsundere uke archetype a lot, cautious rather than willfully obtuse or freaked out. We can see Jin realizing in stages: I like this person, I like that they like me, I like the romantic attentiveness. But in the background is... do I actually want to f*k him? It’s a dynamic we don’t often see on BL. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 10 fin - the most ridiculous show using BLs worst tropes in a sort of weird smoothie of bitter greens and too ripe banana. The ending was the sappiest cheesiest thing ever, like cheese syrup tapped from the cheese tree. So of course I loved it, but I’m pretty sure I giggled through all the bits meant to be profound. Because, in the end, to tolerate this show at all, you just can’t take ANY of it seriously. RECOMMENDED (with some SERIOUS reservations and trigger warnings.) Full review here. 

Be Loved in House: I Do (Taiwan) Ep 1-2 - I don’t mind a damaged seme character but this one is a bit weird for me. Like creepy Cheese in the Trap level weird. On the bright side, the story has given our tsundere uke good motivation for his angst and great existing friendships, loyalty, and likability. Plus I’m invested in the cafe owner/innocent puppy side dishes. So if it’s only the seme character I’m not jiving with, and he’s the most established actor, it should all turn out fine. I believe in you, Taiwanese BL. 

Papa & Daddy (Taiwan) Ep 6 fin - speaking of belief. This such a good show but they gave us a cliffhanger ending. Now we must hope against hope for season two. That’s never guaranteed with Taiwan tho. So, I’m docking a few points and saying, RECOMMENDED so long as you realize it’s a cliffhanger. 

Love is Science? (Taiwan) Ep 1-9 (BL subplot) - this is a good het romance, but the fact that the BL subplot is a beautifully acted disaster bi + confident gay means you’re hearing about it whether you want to or not. Plus they just added in some GL! Come on! I gotta support Taiwan normalizing queer to this extent. They are fighting the good fight and if I also have to watch a career lady and her much younger softest straight boi get it on, too? Twist my arm with that service sub subtext. Go on Taiwan, TWIST IT. It’s on Viki. Join the revolution.   * Incidentally if you actually like the D/s het dynamic of this show, I highly recommend Japanese Kimi wa Petto - career woman keeps a hot young dancer boy as a pet. Oh yes, an actual pet, that IS the pitch. Never doubt Japan when kink is on the line. It’s also on Viki. Go get your kink on, thank me later. (If it helps: That was not a request.)  

Most Peaceful Place 2 (Vietnam) Ep 2 (AKA 5) - love triangles aren’t my thing, but if you’re gonna do it short form, by all means bring in the lead’s other BL pairing so the chemistry is on point. Now I've no idea who I want him to end up with. Can’t they just be in a poly triad? 

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 7 - I’m still enjoying it a lot. It’s still unabashedly queer and the tension is ramping up. We now have secret identity, blackmail, femme fatale, faen fatale, and incoming seme confrontation. Best of all, the series is still airing, which makes it longer than any other Vietnamese BL I’ve seen (aside from Tein Bromance - which is just too weird to count). 

Gossip - Thai BL 

SEVEN PROJECT TEASERS

No one is entirely sure what Studio Wabi Sabi’s Seven Project/7Project will entail. 

It might be like Close Friend (1 episode per couple, no linking), 

or Y-Destiny (2 episodes per couple, loosely linked), 

or The En of Love (4 episodes per couple, linked but independent consecutive stories). 

They’re giving the couple’s arcs separate titles. So each one would be what? Seven Project: Once Upon a Time or the like? We’re in Taiwanese title territory people and NO ONE WANTS TO GO THERE. Anygay... 

Once Upon a Time is the BounPrem (og UWMA) anchor story, and seems to be the most dramatic and likely saddest. These two can handle most of what’s thrown at them at this juncture, so it should be good. 

Vs Love is a BoomPeak (og Make it Right) university vehicle. Since I thought Boom was done with our nonsense, I couldn’t be more thrilled and surprised this pair is doing another show together. I don’t think either of them are the greatest actors but I find Peak very endearing and Boom charismatic on screen, so I’ll watch. 

Would You be My Love is the hotly anticipated SantaEarth launch. They’re a (cultivated) IRL ship and Earth is an established BL actor. They have great chemistry and high energy so this could be lots of fun. 

We are also getting a GL from this series from established BL actresses Samantha and Pineare. Nothing teased yet on that, but I’m looking forward to this installment the most. Also curious to see how the ladies handle the branding and promo side, not to mention the culture. (Thailand variety shows gonna force *girls* to play the Pepero game?) 

Secret Crush on You upcoming Thai BL with no release date, co-produced by and featuring (but NOT staring) Saint and directed by Cheewin (sigh) with all fresh faces. (Previously known as Stalker the series.) It looks like pure pulp and I’m not wild about the plot but could be better than expected as it’s adapted from a novel. Cheewin is an okay director when he has an actual story to follow. 

Don’t Say No the series. Coming from the producers of TharnType this is the JaFirst vehicle many have been waiting for. Friends to lovers + a good boy/bad boy pairing on a sports romance foundation. It’s basketball so they tapped Meen as well (he’s semi-pro). The bad news? You get one guess as to who is writing the darn thing? Yep it’s MAME. So, ya know, expect some slam dunk kidnapping, a light dribbling of rape, and me turning into a basketcase. AKA... 

Will I have to live blog this series in order to survive it? That seems to be the only way I can. So probably. Which means the bad sports puns will continue. Look, if I’m suffering, SO ARE YOU! 

Rumors of a new YinWar vehicle The Best Story (mini series) coming in July. Also rumors that their previously announced Love Mechanics (full length series) has either been delayed, is facing money issues, or is moving studios, or all three. 

Breaking News 

DELAYED (I’m talking these three off the watch list until we get new airing dates) 

Love Area’s release was pushed out but it got a trailer. 

Golden Blood was supposed to drop Weds but comments in MDL report that it is delayed due to C19.  

Love’s Outlet (Taiwan) is supposed to have started a 50 episode run (only 3-5 min each, what utter nonsense). Sadly, this delay is due to a surge in cases in Taiwan which was doing so well, but also doesn’t have many inoculations. 

Bad Buddy has started workshopping at GMMTV actual. 

Kang Insoo’s BTS for Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding is SO FLIPPING CUTE. You have to watch it. Trust me, I don’t rec behind the scenes stuff often. 

Next Week Looks Like This: 

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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Bonafide Love

Pairing: Dark!Frank Adler x Reader

Summary: A gentleman on the surface, Frank can only keep up the façade for so long.

Word Count: 4844

Warnings: Explicit 18+, stalking, choking, non-con, unprotected sex

A/N: So this is my second entry for the shameless hoes for Chris challenge, hosted by @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 and tbh this was absolute hell to write lol. This is my longest fic by far, but I wanted to step outside of my comfort zone and try my hands at something new. So, this story is going to be told from Frank’s POV and while it was fun to write his inner thoughts, I had some trouble when it came to the smut, so please go easy on me. My prompts are as follows: Kink: Edging, Trope: Obsession/Stalker AU, Character: Frank Adler. Do enjoy and thank you ladies for hosting this awesome sauce worth of a challenge, it has been super encouraging to me.

I don't understand it. I mean I do, but I don't. For a boat to float on water, yet I always manage to sink? It's amazing really, but a mindfuck nonetheless. Some science concept about buoyancy and what not. I never quite excelled in stem related subjects, but it didn't make it any less interesting to me. I tend to spend most of my days fixing these things but, one day, I’ll own one of them for sure. Currently, this rich guy is having some boat trouble and I was happy to help. The job paid enough to help me advance two months on rent and it wasn’t anything super complicated, so I figured why not. The boat was anchored by the dock in his backyard, yeah he has that type of money, so I spent most of my days working on it at his home. It wasn't anything too serious, just a broken bilge pump and a few cabin leaks here and there. Nothing that should take me any longer than a couple weeks to fix really. 

By week two it was like the perfect cliche happened. I'm sitting on the dock, cranking up some last minute changes when this gorgeous girl walks up offering me a beer. She's sporting this beautiful, yellow, daisy sundress which pops against her brown skin. It's golden hour right now and as the sun radiates off her, she gives off this ethereal like glow and I have to force myself to keep calm. 

“Something to help cool you off during this Florida heat.” She offers along with a few towels to catch the sweat droplets cascading down my forehead. 

I detect a bit of an accent, but I can't quite place it. Hell, I'm not even sure if I heard it, but all I know is that I want to hear her speak again. Then, my eyes travel further south to the way that her perfect, round, breasts spill out of the top of that sundress, ever so slightly. Just enough to get a taste. Dragging my arm across my forehead, I find myself sweaty for a different reason entirely, as I try to get one last peak in before she notices. 

“Thanks! Ten more minutes in this blazing heat and you would've been passing me off to an EMT.” I joke. 

And then I hear it. The most contagious fucking laugh. It's not high pitched and squeaky or anything like that, but there’s a light airiness to it. I take advantage of this ladys' distraction to continue eye fucking her as I finally take in the rest of her body. Her waist dips into a slight curve which then broadens out around her hips, and even from the front I can see that her ass is fat. I take in a deep breath in sheer appreciation and figure I better say something quick before I get caught lacking, only she beats me to it. 

“Well I'm glad that didn’t happen. If the heat ever gets too intense please do not hesitate to come inside.” Yeah, I’d like to come inside alright. 

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m finishing up for the evening anyway. Although, I'm not sure we’ve met, I'm Frank. I would shake your hand, but mine is a bit dirty.”

“It's okay, how about when you’re finished you stop on by for a proper introduction then.” She urged. 

Now I dont know what kind of hospitality they practice in wherever the fuck she's from, but my dick just twitched at the possibilities. Shit, get it together Frank. Still, I can't place that accent. Is it from Guyana? Turks and Caicos maybe? I’m not too sure, but it's from somewhere warm I’m positive. Maybe she can tell me now or later on when she's stuffed full of me, the choice is hers really. 

“I will take you up on that, but for now I’d like to finish as much as I can while I still have a bit of natural light.” I say, gesturing my head toward the sky. 

I catch it before it's gone, but she makes the cutest little pout and I give a quick smirk cause fuck I feel ecstatic that she feels this attraction too. 

“Oh yes, I'm sorry to keep you distracted.” She says. 

“It's a welcome distraction.” I joke. 

And then she does it again, that cute chuckle. Is it too early to be in love? 

“Oh and btw, my name is Y/N.” She exclaimed, holding out her elbow. 

I laugh when I realise what she’s going for, holding mine out so we can bump them together and even for just a graze I can feel how smooth the skin is; and I honestly want to sink my hands into it and knead it like dough. 

“Just cause it's dirty.” She jokes. 

“No, I get it,” I say smiling. “That was actually pretty clever.”

“Well, after you're all cleaned up, how about we try a more suitable handshake then.”

Ok, now this chick is three for three. First time is by chance, the second is a coincidence, and the third’s a pattern. And I know I'm not tripping, she must be flirting right? I’ll give it til time four to really shoot my shot, as Mary says. Apparently, it means to take a chance and pursue an interest, I guess. I can't really keep up with the kids these days. 

~~

It's been several days since I last spoke to Y/N and I'm kinda annoyed that I didn't go and try that PrOpEr HaNdShAke of hers, but night came around fairly quickly and Roberta can only watch Mary for so long. She's a saint and I know she doesn't mind babysitting, but I try not to take advantage of her kindness. On the upside to that night, Mary and I went through the entirety of dinner and then some trying to imitate Y/N’s accent. It started out as a genuine mistake. I was so caught up in replaying our earlier conversation that I accidentally pronounced a particular word in a bit of a drawl, but for whatever reason, it cracked Mary up. A sentence here and a mimic there, we soon found ourselves going through the whole night sounding like a very poor rendition of something straight out of the Pirates of the Caribbean. God, I love that kid. 

Quite frankly the boat job was done and I had just chucked it up to a lost cause until I got the call that something else had gone faulty with the boat. A freak accident if you will, but I wasn't complaining if it meant that I’d get to catch even a glimpse of Y/N. It’s nighttime once again and Mary and I had just finished dinner, but I promised to come take a look at the damage on the weekend when she goes to visit Boston. It’ll allow me to take my time so as to not rush home immediately.

~~

It's Friday evening and I decided to make my way up to the mansion they call a house to assess the damage of the boat so that I can gather everything that I needed for the weekend to come. I get a quick run through of what needs to be fixed and as we’re making our way along the dock and up to the backyard of the house, I get offered inside for a drink.

Three beers in and we’re now in a shouting match with the football players on TV. Fucking Miami Dolphins, cant win for losing if they tried. So caught up in tonight’s game, I didn’t even hear the door open until the jingle of keys captured my attention. Looking back, a tight lipped smile graces my lips as I catch sight of who just came home. It's 10:00pm by my watch and either it’s suddenly wrong for the first time today or Y/N should’ve been home an hour ago. 

“Late night?” I scolded 

And I instantly hate how accusatory it sounds, because I gotta keep the cool guy thing going. As expected, I got a few raised eyebrows in my direction. So before this turns awkward I scramble to find a way to play it off, blurting out a “I would’ve saved you an extra beer had I known you were a night owl.” I say gesturing to the beer in my hand.

There's a bit of an awkward chuckle that follows and thankfully everyone lets it slide. “No thank you Frank, I’m not one for beer.” She giggles. 

Her and her dad carry on in conversation for a few minutes before she takes off up the stairs. 

“Goodnight daddy,” she says, kissing him on the cheek.  

“Goodnight Frank,” she waves me off.

Daddy, I like the sound of that. “Night.” I mumble, taking a swig of my drink.

Another hour goes by and at this point I couldn’t care less about the game. Y/N’s been running through my mind ever since she walked in here and now I just need a reason to see her. 

~~

At this point it's a little past midnight and her dad is dozing off, doing the infamous head nod all dads do instead of just going to bed. I've sat here and watched him pitch awake every time his neck drops to his shoulders and now; he's out like a light. Easing my way off the couch, I head upstairs to Y/N’s room. If my memory serves me right, it should be two doors to the left side of the staircase. 

I give a few courtesy knocks to the door before letting myself in. Fresh out of the shower, she's coming out of the bathroom as I'm walking in the door and there's a look of confusion that crosses her features. “Frank, are you drunk?” she speculated.

“No,” I say, closing the door behind me. “Are you?”

But before she has a chance to answer I continue, “You must be! You finish your hospital rounds at five and start yoga by six. Class ends no later than eight, but you don't make it home until ten. Where the hell were you?” I demanded. 

At some point she’ll need to realise that she can either let me know where she is or she can come home at an appropriate time; and it's best if she learns that now. Her confusion slowly dissipates as anger takes over and as she opens her mouth to speak, I cut her off once again, attempting to deescalate the situation.

“You know the first time I saw you, for a second I didn't think you were real.”

“Frank, what the fuck are you talking about?” She scoffed. 

“Walking down the dock towards me.” 

“G-get out right now.” She stammered. 

“The sunlight was fierce that day and as it cast its rays upon you, it gave you this halo effect.  And Y/N I swear you looked like an angel.” I described.

I didn’t realize it, but during my reminiscing, I've been slowly making my way towards her. But It wasn't until we were face to face that I noticed the slight tremble in her shoulders. I reach up to cup her cheeks in my hand and stare into her eyes. Then, I try to find my next words carefully, so as to not come off creepy. 

“All I'm trying to say is that you’re breathtakingly beautiful and I would love to get to know you better,” I confided. “But you have to make it home at a decent time if you want this to work out.”

So this wasn’t the most ideal of circumstances, I get it, but it still fucking stings to see my girl look at me with nothing but terror in those big, doe eyes of hers; and for a quick second irritation flashes in mine before I blink them away. Patience, I tell myself. I need to bring her along slowly. 

Her face scrunches up as she begins to mock me “aLl i’M tRyInG tO sAy iS...”

“FRANK, how do you know those things?” She yells as she attempts to shake out of my embrace. 

“Relax Y/N, I was just making sure you were safe.” I growl out. 

“Relax? You have point five seconds to get the fuck out before I call the police.”

“You’ll have to get to the phone first." I challenged. 

Her eyes darted from me, to her cell phone, lying on the bed, to the door behind me. And as annoyed as I am, I do feel a little bad for springing this on her all at once, so I have to at least try and calm her down before this goes completely haywire. 

“Y/N, baby, please don’t,” I sigh. “You know as well as I do that you’re not making it to that phone or to that door.” I say matter of factly. 

“I have to at least try.” She breathes out.

If I weren't so turned on, I'd be proud. My girl's a fighter, fortunately for her though, I’m gonna have to fuck it out of her. Dragging my hands from her cheeks to her palms, I gently place her hands in mine, leading her to the bed. But, she yanks her hand away in some sort of last ditch effort, and I drag it back to me, twisting it clockwise as a warning. She makes a hissing sort of sound and looks up at me with tear filled eyes, but remorse is the last thing I feel. In fact, my dick just twitches at the sight. I bring her body close to mine and resting my head in the crook of her neck, I can smell the faint scent of soap she’d just used earlier. Wrapping my hands around her shoulders, I rub them up and down soothingly saying 

“Y/N, I’ll try and be as gentle as possible.” 

A wheezing type noise escapes her and I feel a few teardrops hit my shoulder. I hate seeing my baby cry, but what I love is the compliance. There’s no fighting, no reluctance, just acceptance; and for that, she deserves to get rewarded.

 “Baby look at me.” I demand, wiping her tears away. 

“I understand that this is all new for you and I’m willing to be as patient as I can. But Y/N,” I turn serious. “I won’t hesitate to hurt you if you step out of line, so don't make me okay?” 

She gives me a shaky nod in return and I press my lips to hers, eager to get started. Taking her arms, I gently raise her off the floor and lie her on the bed, facing me. This seems to wear off all the initial shock and I can already tell this night is gonna last longer than it has to. Raising up on her elbow Y/N shoots me a pitiful look, mouthing a please in hopes that it’ll change my mind. It won’t. As I start to undress, I'm not gonna lie, I do feel bad, springing this on her so soon, but that doesn't change what's about to happen, and she’ll just have to adjust. 

“You wanted to know where I was earlier today, after yoga? I went for a walk.” she rambled. 

Dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed, I ask “a walk where?”

“In the park. After I meditate during my yoga sessions I like to walk around for a bit, to continue my disconnect from the outside world.”

“What do you feel the need to disconnect from?”

“Just everyday life, sometimes I find it necessary to focus on -

FRANK.” She shrieks as I pull her legs toward me. 

“Go on,” I urge. She shoots me another pleading look with those glossy eyes of hers, but I ignore it as I go to unwrap the towel, however her grip is unrelenting. 

“Please Frank, don't do this.” She begs

“Y/N, relax baby. I just want to make you feel good. Much like yoga, you can use this experience as a way to disconnect from the loud noises of the world. Just focus your energy on your body and the way it feels, okay?” I say stroking her leg. 

She gives an uncertain nod and lies back down, undoubtedly trying to find her happy place. I unfold the towel at each side and slowly spread her legs. My mouth drops open in appreciation and I have to physically stop myself from drooling. Still wet with water droplets from the earlier shower, her pussy is a glistening treasure box. It’s smooth to the touch, with a small patch of hair, in the shape of a triangle, layered at the top. A bit of a guide on where I should go and a sign I mustn't ignore.

I put my face in between her legs and inhale softly, savoring the scent of her natural musk. I dart my tongue out and lick a stripe up the slit of her opening until I get a shocked gasp in return. Smiling to myself, I raise up a little and urge her to

“Finish telling me what’s important for you to focus on.” 

Diving back in, I lick several more stripes up her slit until I see that little nub of hers get swollen enough to peek out from under the hood. I swirl my tongue around it until I latch on, trying to get her body to create enough moisture for what's about to come next. There's a faint whimpering here and there, but it's nothing close to what I actually want to hear. I stop my ministrations and poke my head out to proclaim

“Y/N I'm still waiting.” 

Peeking above her legs, she looks down at me for a split second, and as we make eye contact, she immediately turns her head upward to the ceiling. So my girl seems to be a little shy, oh I’ll fix that real soon. I go back to work diving my tongue on her clit and my fingers soon find their way to her slit to collect what little moisture has gathered.

“Sometimes I find it necessary to focus on my, my- myself ahhhh…." She raises up off the bed. 

Gripping her hips and holding them firm to the mattress, I continue on in my earlier position, only this time, my movements turn swift. Sucking her clit between my lips, I drive two of my fingers into her heat repeatedly, until those quiet whispers have turned into full on moans. I'm soon rewarded by a gush of liquid and I lap up as much as my mouth can catch. But I don't slow down just yet. Speeding up my movements on her already sensitive body, I graze her bud with my teeth to add a little razzle dazzle and a few pumps later Y/N cums again, screaming through her orgasm and soaking my chest in the process. I decide to come up for some air and licking my lips, I climb atop the bed and bring her in for a deep kiss. There’s a bit of reluctance at first, but a firm squeeze to her jaw is quick to out that flame. A surprised gasp gives me the opportunity I need to to slip my tongue in and I just relish in the sensation of how smooth it feels. 

“You taste that Y/N? That's all you baby.” I say going in for one last sloppy peck on the lips. 

She gives me yet another pleading look as if to say there's still time to stop and all I can manage is a tsk, because there's no way I'm going back. 

“Ready for me babe.” I ask, lining myself up to her entrance and at that she shuts her eyes closed. 

I'm a little disappointed that she isn't adjusting as quickly as I’d hoped, but it's all good, I’ll have this pussy trained to crave me after I'm finished with her. Hissing as I inch myself into her sopping heat, I’m met with the warmest, most cushy pussy I've ever slid into and I have to halt my movements so I don't cum right then and there. I look down and notice a look of discomfort on Y/N’s face and the last thing I want is for her to feel uncomfortable. I want her to enjoy this as much as I will, so cupping her cheeks in my palms, I coo “Y/N, look at me.”

Her eyes flutter open and a few tears stream down her face. 

“Hey no, none of that,” I say, wiping them away. “This Is supposed to be a way for you savour the disconnect from reality, remember? A chance to let your body take over while you relish in what feels good, right?” I ask, stroking her cheeks. 

Once again, she gives a shaky nod and I lean down to give her a quick kiss. “I won't move until you relax.”

“Frank, please don't do this, I'm sorry, whatever it is that I did, I'm so sorry.” She babbled

“Baby no, it's nothing to be sorry for, trust me. But this is gonna happen one way or the other, so it's best to get comfortable now.” 

Sliding her arms around my shoulder, she squeaks as I jerk my hips downward and I start off on a steady pace of thrusting. Letting out the most guttural moan ever, I throw my head back as I get lost in the walls of YN’s pussy. My heart begins to swell and I just have to tell her the way she makes me feel. Resting my forehead against hers I decide it's time to put all of my feelings out there.

“Y/N baby, from the moment I saw you I,- I just knew you’d be perfect,” I confessed. “And then after that day on the dock, oh I couldn't stop thinking about you. 

Slowing down, I rise up above her, hooking her legs around my waist while my thumb starts to circle her clit causing a sharp yelp to follow.

“Yeah that's it, scream for me baby,” I ordered, watching her squirm. “Open those pretty, brown eyes and let me see how good my lovin’ looks on you.”

Steady in my pace, I continue to rub my thumb across her bud as Y/N’s breath becomes quicker and her eyes shut tighter. She’s close, but if I'm gonna let her come, at the very least she can look me in my eyes. So I remove my fingers and she lets out a sigh of relief.

“You know, the way you spend your Friday evenings volunteering at that shelter, it's admirable. I like a woman that’s compassionate. It means she has plenty of love to give, and I'm here to take it all baby.”

Placing my hands on her breasts, I speed up my strokes once again, delighted in the pure bliss I'm feeling right now. 

“Oh and don't get me started on how you manage your way around the tennis court,” I grunt out. “Your aim could use a little work, but it's nothing some practice can't fix. And that's what I love about you Y/N. You're a well rounded person, with a perfectly balanced lifestyle. You have your work and you have your hobbies.” I say pounding into her core. 

My hands squeeze a little tighter around her breasts and I know I've just crossed the very fine line of pleasure and turned this into pain. She starts that panting noise up again and I can tell, she's close once more. Gripping her breasts just a little tighter, she lets out a moan of discomfort, and although it's not what I was going for, I’ll take what I can get; for now. 

“That's it. I was waiting to hear those sweet melodies you've been hiding.” 

Her jaw slackens and her mouth drops open, ready to jump over that peak of pure ecstasy, before I stop completely. She huffs out a whine, no doubt frustrated and longing to get it over with I'm sure. 

“No Y/N,” I say sternly, “if you wanna come then you’re gonna have to look me in my eyes while you do it."

Starting back up again, I rock into her with slow, leisurely thrusts, letting my thoughts take over. 

“You know there's nothing sexier than you in your natural state, hmm?” I reached over and set about stroking her cheek.

“I mean yeah, the makeup thing is cute, but I like you just the way you are. When you come out of the shower in the mornings and start your moisturising routine, I think the only step necessary afterward is to just put on clothes, not a full face baby.”

My hand finds itself tangled in her hair as I lean down to lick one of her nipples as my other kneads her other breast. 

“Oh and that birthmark beneath your left shoulder,” I breath out, “what is that, a cloud maybe?”

At that her whole body stiffens. Looking up, I see that her eyes are now wide open in shock and I can't help my small smile that soon follows. Confirming her suspicions, I let out a “ohh yeah, I've been protecting you for quite some time.” 

“It’s only a matter of safety okay, but my all time favorite is when the weekends comes and you -"

“SHUT UP. Oh my God, you’re a freak. How long?” She beats at my chest, teary eyed. 

“How long have you been watching me in the shadows like a creep?” 

And at that my hands fly to her throat, anger consuming me. 

“I've been protecting you long enough to know that you should be more aware of your surroundings.” I grit out. 

Speeding up my thrusts once again I find my hand tightening around her neck as I dip down low to take her nipple back into my mouth. Grazing my teeth against them, my other hand finds its way back down to her clit and I rub furiously, setting out on a merciless pace. Arching her chest into me, she makes these wet, gurgling noises with her throat and for a split second I forgot just how hard I was choking her. Easing my hand a little, I keep a steady grip as a reminder. 

“After all I go through to bring you pleasure and you speak to me like this? No, not now, not ever. If I don't teach you anything else tonight, it'll be manners.”  I fume, emphasizing with a particularly harsh thrust to her cervix, causing her to shriek in return. Oh now she screams. 

“Look at me.” I demand. 

She turns those glossy eyes in my direction and I want so bad to comfort her, but now is not the time. She has to learn. 

“Who's fucking like this huh?” 

She croaks something out but it’s inaudible. My hand on her bud picks up the pace tenfold, and I get close to my own climax. This seemed to grab her attention as she whimpered out a 'you'. 

“That's right baby and whose pussy is this?” A moaning mess, she manages to blurt out another 'you'. 

“And tell me who's making you feel this good?” At that, she yells out a frustrated, “you, Frank, it's all you!”

“Yeah that's right me, it's me Y/N. And you’d be wise to remember that.” I taunt adding more pressure to her clit. 

“I’m so-sorry Frank, just please finish me off this time.” she begged. 

“Finish what?” I tease. 

“Just please, let me cum.” 

She's moaning up a storm with her fingers tightly gripping the sheets and I didn't think it was possible for my dick to swell any more, yet here I am, ready to explode. 

Finally, she cums with a loud sob and I find myself right behind her, emptying rope after rope of my cum inside of her. Catching my breath, I slowly pull out of Y/N and drop beside her, wrapping her in my arms in the process. I hear her quick, shallow breaths and I feel a wetness hit my chest. 

It’s just shock. Give it time Frank, many women get emotional after sex. She just needs to get a little used to the idea of us, that's all. Holding her, more firmly, in my arms I press gentle kisses into her hair and skin, whispering whatever I think will help; because this is only the beginning.