#and proceeded to stalk him to find out why

[waywardskychaser]

I’m sure it’s been said before, but I’m still gonna say it. OF COURSE Lazlo made Guillermo’s vampirism struggle his business. My guy acts like he could not give less of a shit about what happens to anyone in that house, but then immediately makes it his problem. He did it to Colin Robinson and he’s at it again. Mans is a nosy bitch with a soft heart and I love him.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

jirgin chronicles

HFKSKKFKDD it’s been a Month since you sent this and i just saw jfkskf shame on me but

Yes. yes and ily and this is for you ino (nsfw warning)

It’s been approximately half an hour since James has thrown his phone across from him on the mattress and then flung himself onto his bedroom floor and anxiously been doing sit-ups to distract himself from the atrocity he’s just committed.

He’s utterly, absolutely and astronomically fumbled it, is what he’s done.

James counts 283 and there’s a knock on the door.

Hm. He wasn’t expecting visitors.

James gets up and strips his shirt on the way, balling it up in his hands to dab at the sweat that’s been collecting on his face and neck and pads to the front door of his small apartment.

He doesn’t bother peeking through the spy hole but instead swings the door open, ready to help a stranger to their right destination. Most likely someone else’s flat in the building. James is positive that he has the last names from the doorbell signs down enough to give helpful instructions.

What he doesn’t expect to see there, is a familiar face.

Or, rather, a much too familiar, instantly heart beat skipping, agonizingly pretty face.

Regulus is standing there, arms ramrod straight at his sides and face flushed. “What exactly did you mean when you texted— and you’re naked.”

James looks down on himself but sure enough he’s still in shorts, socks and slippers.

He gazes back up at Regulus who sorta looks more flushed than just a second ago, but perhaps it’s just a trick of the light.

“Why are you naked?” Regulus presses out. “And sweaty?” His tone makes it sound more like a statement.

Shit, does James stink? When was the last time he used deodorant? His shower after lunch? Yes, he did. That should do.

James shakes his head, “I’m not naked.” He gestures down at himself.

Regulus makes a noise like he’s frustrated and his eyes roll back. James is not thinking any indecent thoughts.

“Why are you like—” Regulus gestures at James as well. There’s a lot of gesturing going on comparatively to how short this conversation has been going on. “—like this?”

James refuses the instinct to let out a dumb Uhh and think of a plausible answer instead. He shrugs feebly, “Been doing sit-ups.”

“Sit-ups?” Regulus parrots in vague disbelief. His arms cross in front of his chest, frown pulling at his expression. James wants to bite his cheek.

“Yes,” he confirms. He rubs his shirt along his neck once more. “Um,” James mentally slaps himself, “did you want- I mean, was there something you came here for?”

“Is there something I—” Regulus makes another one of his noises and then simply stalks past James and into his apartment.

“Yeah, sure, come in,” James calls after him, closing the door. He turns just in time to see Regulus disappear into his bedroom. “I- Reg, what? Wait a god damn second.” He quickly heads after the younger man just to find him searching around his room like—and there’s really no better way of phrasing it—a drug sniffer dog.

Before James can even get a word out Regulus toes off his sneakers and gets on his bed, working around in the sheets. It takes no longer than a few seconds before he resurfaces with a vindictive A-ha, proceeding to hold up James’ phone.

James feels his cheeks heat with familiar shame.

And he feels them heat even more when Regulus clambers off his bed, the curls of his hair all tousled, and steps up to where James is rooted to the spot. He holds the phone screen up at James in an almost accusatory way. Yet, again, before James can even think to explain, Regulus snatches it away again and swipes his thumb over the screen.

James’ jaw almost unhinges, “Did you just do that to unlock my phone with face ID?”

“Yup,” Regulus says, tapping away on James’ phone.

“I-” and that manages to snap James out of it and catapult him into a more intelligent homo sapiens headspace, “Give me that!”

“No,” Regulus counters immediately, stemming a surprisingly deft palm against James’ sternum. He makes another swipe for his phone but Regulus keeps angling himself away with all the grace of a younger sibling that’s taken something that doesn’t belong to them.

James whines and tries wrapping an arm around Regulus to pull him closer, to get closer to the phone that is held one Regulus arms length away. Regulus makes a noise, a different one, but inexorably no less sexy. “Stop that,” he chides.

“You stop it,” James volleys back, desperately trying to keep his focus on the fact that Regulus is currently still going through his phone for whatever reason and off how good the other feels pressed right up against James body. “What are you even trying to—”

With a sudden start Regulus’ posture changes and he twists around to shove the phone back into James’ face. If James wasn’t so focused on not focusing on Regulus’ hand on his biceps and the way his belt is pressing just right against James’ crotch, he might not have taken as long as he does to realize what Regulus is trying to show him.

“So?” Regulus demands, wiggling the phone in front of James’ nose, just as his eyes adjust to the proximity of the object.

The screen projects their chat.

It presents James with the two most idiotic text messages he’s ever hit send on. But it also tells him Regulus’ reaction he so clearly unsuccessfully tried to avoid.

16:42 you’re more stupid than i thought if you really believe that inexperience consequences bad sex, potter

16:43 did you not also hear pandora and dorcas deflower each other in the room over at my birthday party in year 11?

16:46 wait are you drunk??

16:46 it’s literally not even five pm

16:51 if you’re not answering me in the next 10 minutes the offer is off the table..

17:00 james i’m fucking serious

17:00 also, don’t you dare answer if you’re gonna make that joke

17:01 i will actually choke you to death

17:05 hello??

17:08 i’m coming over

And, well.

James doesn’t really know what to say. Or think. Or do.

Anything really.

Regulus is glaring up at him next to his phone screen and it’s searing. He’s warm too, sturdy and a comfortable weight in James’ arm.

Oh, he really doesn’t want to let go. That he knows. That James is more than one hundred percent sure of.

And he’s here. Regulus threatened to pull back on his agreement to James’ insane question but instead of actually doing so he came here.

James asked Regulus if he would like to have sex with him, told him that he’s in truth a virgin and not at all confident in doing well in bed, and Regulus had put on his fucking shoes and walked his snotty, sexy, little ass the 7 minutes it takes to get from his shared flat to James’.

It’s a little too good to be true.

A fresh apple found on the forest ground of rotting foliage and James is waiting for net to snap up beneath his feet and hold him in elevated imprisonment.

James has to ask. “Why’d you come over, Reg?”

Regulus clicks his tongue. “Why do you think?”

“I don’t want to guess,” James insists as Regulus crosses his arms again, averting his eyes, “I want to know.”

A moment ticks by, and then another, in which Regulus stubbornly stares at a spot over James’ shoulder, not saying a word.

James reaches around further and pinches Regulus’ waist to make him jump. He does, predictably, and then bares his teeth in an almost growl when he returns to face James. “Because…” Regulus sighs out of his nose with force.

James holds him tighter at the waist again, in warning. Coincidentally pulling Regulus more onto him, making them both gasp softly.

Regulus’ lips part and James eyes bulge. “Sorry,” he mutters, voice husky.

Regulus groans, almost distressed, and James is about to apologize properly when Regulus stops him short. “Because,” he erupts, “you’re like stupidly hot, James, and it’s fucking pissing me off. It’s been pissing me off for a good five years, at this point, and I feel like if I don’t do anything about it, I will go mental.”

Oh.

James needs a moment to process that. Several actually.

The muscles in his arm start straining from how tight he’s holding Regulus against him but James doesn’t care. All he can think about is Regulus at 19, shy and small, but spitting venom at any attempt of getting closer. A time where Regulus’ hair was short and choppy after he cut it all off himself, where his skin was still pale and untouched by ink, where he still had a lot to unlearn but was visibly thankful for the environment he was brought into through his brother. That little baby snake, teeth sharp and going for an attack every few seconds, wasn’t repulsed by James at all. He was angry with himself for not being repulsed by James.

Oh, James should have known, he should have noticed. Or at least it shouldn’t have taken him this long to fucking find out. Because it only took about two years before Regulus started to become malleable in James’ proximity, in his palm. Jabs easier, quips more playful, and an uptick of the corner of his mouth. James had nearly run laps from the happiness these small victories brought the first few times they happened.

But it was supposed to happen like this. If James has learned one thing from building his relationship with Regulus, it’s patience, no matter how badly he’d wanted to tear out his own hair at times. It would have been no use rushing into it and scaring him off.

Because now Regulus is the one who came, who made the step. Who is here, in James’ arms, a desperate, pretty little thing. Worn thin and helpless, eager and frustrated and—

“You’re into me?” James breathes, something inside his chest fluttering.

“I just said that,” Regulus scowls again and James almost explodes.

His still unsure how to do this but James wants, fuck, he wants so badly. Wants to eat Regulus, wants to fuse with him, wants Regulus to spit in his open mouth and make him swallow.

James has made out with people before, at parties. He’s been told he’s a good kisser.

“Reg.”

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Regulus does a double take at him. His mouth drops open and his eyes go all wide and soft, gaze so dewy it nearly cuts James off at the knees.

“You—” Regulus interrupts himself in favor of pulling James down by his nape. Fingers wind themselves into the back of James’ hair at the same time as Regulus licks his tongue between James’ lips and it’s heaven.

Immediately James’ body feels oversensitive, blood rushing and prickling inside his veins like sour candy, light headed, gut clenching, lips tingling where he can feel Regulus’ press against his. It’s wet and open mouth, nip of teeth, but it’s soft, gentle despite that.

James lets out a happy sigh and it turns into a moan when Regulus tugs at his roots. Turns into panting and a whimper when Regulus breaks off but keeps his hips pressed into James’.

Oh, that’s dangerous. That’s so, so d—

“James, did you just get hard this quickly?”

Again, it sounds less like a question and more like a statement. Which, technically it has every right to be, since Regulus is completely correct.

It doesn’t feel quite on par with James’ ego to outright and immediately admit it though so he intelligently keeps gaping at Regulus momentarily.

But Regulus isn’t having it. He fastens his grip in James’ messy hair, his other hand coming up to loosely rest against the base of James’ throat and then Regulus leans in to lick at the seam of his lips. Touching just the tip of his tongue to James’ sensitive kissed, open mouth like he’s coaxing the answer out of him like that.

Insane behavior. James needs to lock Regulus away from everybody else in the world. He can’t have him going around being this hot just for anyone to see.

It works though, in a way, at least. James doesn’t manage to form a coherent verbal answer but his hips do the job for him when he ruts them forth and into Regulus in response.

The younger bites his lower lip at that, pupils blown and smoldering, “That’s a yes, I suspect.” And then Regulus says something that is the exact moment of the beginning of James Fleamont Potter’s ruination as the world knows and adores him. He knocks James head around slightly, carefully and coos at him gently. And then Regulus says, “Already stupid in the head, huh?”

James’ body nearly takes a screenshot. His gut tightens immediately, all the blood leaving his head and rushing straight to his cock, so fast and hard it’s dizzying. The tips of his fingers tingle with blood loss and a noise rips from his throat that’s as animalistic as it is pathetic.

From then it’s all a bit hazy.

There’s a lot of begging involved on James’ part and a lot of leading on Regulus’. They end up on the bed, kissing each other’s mouths raw, James on his back and Regulus in his lap, grinding down on him like he’s trying to grade James’ braincells away like a parmesan. It’s working. To the point where he’s so lost in the feel and weight of Regulus, in all the way he makes him feel good like the fucking angel that he is, that James doesn’t even notice he’s about to cum before it’s too late.

It barrels through him like a fucking freight train, spilling into his shorts, Regulus pressing down on and milking it out of him.

One would imagine this is already intense enough but then Regulus mumbles something into his ear and James vaguely remembers blushing again and nodding. There’s the sound of a zipper and some adjusting and then Regulus lets out a shaky moan that has James snapping back into the present so fast he’s afraid he gave himself whiplash.

Because Regulus is on top of him, hand down his jeans and eyebrows scrunched like he’s feeling just so fucking good and James has to kiss him again. They do that until Regulus shudders through his own orgasm and James feels like his bones turned into al dente pasta.

And lastly, because Regulus is still an evil, little shit, he gives James one more dirty, wet kiss before extracting himself entirely.

He pats James on the knee as he rebuttons his trousers, “Now, if you wanna continue this, you know where to find me. And you better text me back before I get home or this’ll be the last time you had an orgasm through your dick.”

James just so refrains from telling him he’s in love with him.

[mamayura]

Okay but what's crazy is that the episode does subtly reveal that Adrien did keep it a secret from Marinette that he's more than silent jogging buddies with Sublime

In the beginning, Marinette says that when she asked Adrien if he and Sublime talk when they go running he always says "no". This is factually correct as we find out in the end through Sublime:

But there is obviously something not adding up here. Sublime literally says "Outside of running, of course Adrien and I talk". They just arent talking in any of their morning runs because Sublime in particular is doing it as serious training. So no talking because that would impact their breathing, but outside of that? Well, yeah, duh.

And that makes sense

Adrien and Sublime are in the same ancient Greek class, of course they would talk. I'm gonna go with the assumption that this is why Sublime started running by his side, because they vaguely knew each other from Greek class and when they crossed each others running paths one morning they were familiar enough to just run together in silence

Look, I- I dont know how to put this more elegantly, so I'll rip off the bandaid. The vibes I'm getting from this episode are that Adrien was more than cool with not talking anyway because he deliberately keep his friendship with Sublime a secret from Marinette because he knew Marinette would be weird about it and that made him uncomfortable.

He knows his girlfriend and she's peanut-butter-and-jealous.

And the thing is, as much as this certainly is a complicated topic with a lot of factors to consider for both sides, the way the episode had Marinette go about all this...

... the episode proved him RIGHT. He was right to be too uncomfortable with letting Marinette know about being friends with Sublime. She merely found out that they were running together in silence and proceeded to not only keep watching them each morning and taking photos, Marinette even proceeded to stalk the hell out Sublime:

No, this isnt normal. This isnt a "quirky girlfriend" thing to do, or "funny haha". Its one of the reason why Adrien didnt feel comfortable letting her know.

And, I mean, yeah. I can't blame him for it, can I? :I

Later on, Sublime is very quick to piece together that the girl hiding behind them is Adrien's girlfriend. Not the thing I would immediately go with, unless of course Adrien did already vaguely mention having a girlfriend to Sublime at one point. Then yes, her coming to this conclusion after Marinette followed her all day makes a lot more sense. Even if those are not.. nice implications. The episode does go on playing it straight at first that Marinette is the weird and a bit alarming girlfriend.

Look, you can pretty this up if you like, but for me, Adrien is clearly a solid bit uncomfortable and very apologetic here to Sublime because of Marinette's behavior. Sublime too is being nice about it to a degree you shouldnt take for granted. She would have had been perfectly justified in saying something else entirely. Adrien is trying to be a good boyfriend about this, but Marinette is out here proving him right in having struggled with wanting her to know about Sublime. Marinette has been following her around all day, Sublime noticed, and Adrien is doing good faith damage control here by telling Sublime that Marinette has good intentions and only wants to be her friend.

Something, though, that the episode clarified 3 times wasnt really the case:

It is so weird that at the core of the problem for both sides of Adrinette WAS Marinette being peanut-butter-and-jealous.

Marinette did NOT try to befriend Sublime out of some pure-hearted desire to know her. She did so because she feared that Adrien could end up not loving her anymore if she doesnt gain some control over the Sublime situation real quick

And Adrien DID keep his friendship with Sublime a secret from Marinette because, well, was he wrong?

And thats the thing. The episode just DROPS this in favor of saying that Marinette only had these pure-hearted intentions to know her when that isnt true. The episode proved Adrien alarmingly RIGHT in his gut feeling to keep Sublime a secret from Marinette, they just-

They just didnt let him know about any of it as if that makes it any less true. I would understand it if this episode had been entirely about tackling this issue for good. Adrien not being wrong for feeling uncomfortable with letting Marinette know about any new female friends and then Adrien gets proven right, but the situation is saved by Marinette's secondary desire of befriending Sublime.

Sure, not the plot of my choice, but I would GET IT because it would actually cover the given problem. Here it is... they didnt do it. Adrien was proven right, Marinette did everything wrong to Sublime that was possible and ended up breaking her prosthetic and ruined the sponsorship with a combo of Marinette's and Ladybug's harmful inconsideration.

Marinette did exactly what Adrien was afraid of... and they just DON'T resolve the initial Adrinette core of this issue. It's still ongoing. Marinette didnt even get to react in the end to finding out that Adrien did keep her in the dark about talking to Sublime:

I guess for now the explanation for that will be that Adrinette switched positions in this for once and now it's Marinette who isnt questioning it enough that Adrien only said the truth to her going by the technicality of "She only ask him if they talk while running".

Obviously, this is not how it works. He kept her in the dark. And whether he was right to doing so or not isnt important for the feeling I'm getting that this is just the beginning of a streak of similar problems like this. The postponed resolution to this will happen at a later point, and knowing Miraculous, they'll do it after it escalates to hell.

We already saw it in "Illustrhater" and the synopsis for "Werepapas" for example also sounds like Marinette will not stop here being a questionable girlfriend

I just dont understand why they would keep on DOING that?

[maggyeon]

ii. mint chocolate .ᐟ

au | angst | player 124 / nam gyu x f! reader

THE recent announcement released by a well-known entertainment company caused a huge uproar in the entire entertainment industry.

In short span of time, the news completely spread all over the world through the internet. People going crazy over the news. Multiple fans across the world were completely caught off guard by the news.

The exact reason as to why it ended was unknown, leaving everyone to left in the dark.

The break-up of you and the singer, Nam-gyu.

You were currently lying completely still on your bed whilst everything was escalating. You had distant look visibly showing on your eyes, staring up at your empty, white ceiling.

The obvious dark circles under your eyes indicates the following nights you've stayed up, lacking in sleep.

The bright screen coming from the television screen illuminated the room, the sound of the news discussing about you and your ex's recent break-up, repeatedly playing inside your head.

Your phone left on the floor vibrated, an unknown caller displayed on the screen.

But you knew so well who it was.

You've blocked Nam-gyu, yet he still managed to find other ways to contact you. You've tried to find ways to get him out of your head, but you knew otherwise you couldn't.

As stupid as you think you were, you've stalked him in every social media. It seemed like the break-up had no effect on him whatsoever.

Hell, Nam-gyu even announced proceeding the concert as it was meant to be.

It hurt you in a very indescribable pain.

Seeing him act as if nothing had happened at all made it hard for you to see nor talk to him in any form.

It made you question whether he truly love you at all as he had claimed.

It was your own decision, but why are you the one who seems to be suffering the most?

Your head throb in pain from the extreme stress you were under. Negative thoughts continued to overwhelm your mind, worsening every second that passes by.

You pressed your hand on your head, trying to soothe the pain. But you were exhausted, you had no energy due to starving yourself for the following days.

Without warning you, your body shuts itself down.

As this happened, the door of your apartment opened.

req. by? @wiikusiaa

©wyye7en

[sanjifucker42069]

OPLA!Sanji x Reader - Blowin'

Word Count: 4.6k

I cut down some of the less, y’know, important stuff (the plot lol)

Warnings: oral sex (m!receiving), fem!reader, awkward first times, awkward af, the reader is a dipshit. I’m ngl this isn’t one of those cute first time fics where virgin!reader is suddenly a sex goddess, you are legitimately an idiot. As usual, written with a plus size!reader in mind.

Sanji finds out you’re a virgin. You suck his dick. Congrats!

Sanji was going to fucking lose it. Out of all the possible scenarios Sanji never once considered Nami would take you out to a bar to pick up guys. He brooded as he nursed his drink, Zoro rolling his eyes at the display. Sanji just growled. Usopp looked between them.

"How about another round? 'Nother milk Lu? Hey Sanji, why don't you come with me? I saw some hot chicks up at the bar."

Sanji just shook his head brooding. He looked to where you stood with Nami, laughing at some guy's jokes. He felt stupid at how jealous he felt.

"Hey, Sanj, man. Nami isn't gonna reciprocate y'know?" Usopp offered lightheartedly. Zoro scoffed from next to him. 

"It's not about Nami for once."

---

When Sanji's eyes found you again he saw you alone with the same guy, nursing a drink. Now that Nami was gone he could see the atmosphere had changed, you didn't seem happy like before. He watched as the guy said something and you shrugged halfheartedly. The guy then proceeded to wrap his arm around you. Sanji had known you long enough to see how uncomfortable you looked. Anger flared in his chest. The final straw was seeing the guy trying to tug you out of the booth to leave. You looked so defeated, it hurt. He began stalking his way to your booth.

"C'mon sweetcheeks, let's leave this dump."

"I'm good thanks, I should get back to my friends."

"I already told you bitch, we're going. I didn't spend all this time fucking around to go home empty handed. You're lucky I even stayed once your hot friend left. I'm doing you a favour, so hurry the fuck up."

"No, I really don't want to." You began, the man snarled, grabbing your wrist.

"It wasn't a question. You owe me. I don't go for ugly, but a hole's a hole, and from the back you're probably passable."

You had tears in your eyes from embarrassment. This whole trip was a bad idea. You wish Nami would come back. As the man tugged on your wrist harder you heard that gorgeous voice ring out. You tried to hide your face so Sanji wouldn't see the tears in your eyes. That last thing you wanted was for the crew to think you're weak.

"That's no way to win hearts Sunshine. So uncouth, and frankly, disgusting behaviour."

"Who the fuck are you? How about you mind your own business?"

"And watch such a beautiful lady be treated that way?"

"Beautiful lady my ass. The only thing you can know for sure about girls like this is that their pretty pussy is untouched." The man barked out a laugh causing you to wince. He snaked his other arm to cup your breast over your dress. You saw something flash in Sanji's eyes. "And I know I'm gonna really enjoy these."  

You squirmed, before biting the man. He howled in pain, releasing his hold on you. You quickly made your escape, rushing to cling to Usopp and Luffy, crying. You felt pathetic. Embarrassed that all eyes were on you.

Sanji saw red. You blinked back tears as you called out to him. Sanji was protective of all of you, but he seemed especially so of you. You knew it was because he saw you as some kind of little sister. "It's okay Sanji. Really, let's just go home. Please."

"No." He fixed the drunk man with a freezing gaze. "You dare touch someone so out of your league? I asked you nicely to piss off, but now I'm going to fucking kill you."

Before you could react Sanji had kicked the man in the chest. You watched as he began ruthlessly kicking and stomping the man, muttering profanities and sentences you couldn't understand. With a final stomp he huffed. Zoro finally pried Sanji away. You saw Nami returning, fuming. If you weren't so traumatised by the night you would have laughed at how Zoro pried Nami away too, holding the two brawlers by the scruff as they fought against it, looking like wet cats.

You don't remember how you got home. You remember Usopp covering you in his coat and dragging you out of the bar. You remember apologising to Usopp, crying that you needed to go back. The last thing you remember was Luffy running to join you, scooping you up and starting the walk back to the Going Merry, you, falling asleep in his rubbery arms.

---

"Ah my dear, you're finally awake. I made you something to eat."

You smiled tightly at him, thanking him. The way you played with your food tugged at his heartstrings. You looked so mournful. He pulled up a chair, sitting backwards on it, gripping the backrest. 

"C'mon lovely, don't make me have to feed you myself." He winked. Your lips twitched upwards performatively. Sanji frowned. "Look (name) about last night-"

"I'm sorry."

Confusion. "What?"

You cringed inward. "I'm....I'm sorry I ruined everyone's night."

"You didn't ruin anyone's night, that good for nothing prick did. Don't understand why you'd even go for a guy like that to be honest." He added bitterly. You frowned.

"I wouldn't normally. Everything moved so fast. He seemed nice...It was too late before I realised it's because he wanted Nami." Silence. "Once Nami left, I, well, I didn't want to cause a scene."

"So, what? You were just going to let him take advantage of you?"

You jolted, shocked. "No! No, I- there was no way he was going to-” 

“(Name), love, I know you can be a bit naive but-”

Your voice was small. “He said so himself! He..." you trailed off. "He didn't 'go for ugly girls'. And besides…he was right."

Sanji frowned, angry at the world. How could anyone make you believe that you weren't beautiful? That you didn't deserve some guy trying to take advantage of you? He took a deep breath, steadying his resolve

“There's no such thing as an ugly girl (name), and if there was, I can assure you you're not one of them.”

“Not that.” Sanji took in how you winced, trying to make yourself seem smaller.

What?

Sanji felt the wind knocked out of him.

You're a virgin?" He asked, clearly shocked. You bristled with embarrassment.

"Well...yeah, but I understand how it works! It's not such a big deal, I mean...I've just, I've never had the chance."

"Have you ever...y'know, at all? Not even a handy?" You shook your head. He flushed, you were completely pure.

He felt slightly sick at how his perverted thoughts twisted that. He could be your first, ruin you for all other partners. He could be the one to take your innocence. His cock twitched at the thought. Shame flooded him. You were his friend, his, admittedly, very cute friend. He shouldn't be thinking about you this way. His mind was racing with all the obscene thoughts he'd ever had, the deviant things he dreamed of. He was disgusting. You were too innocent, he'd felt guilty before, but now he felt like he was defiling you just by thinking about you.

You took his silence as pity and pointedly looked away from him, taking a deep breath.

"It's not like I don't want to. I do. But, ugh, it's so silly...no one has ever shown any interest. I'm not exactly a goddess like Nami."

"Darling, I don't believe no one has ever shown interest." He offered a smile. Gods if you only knew how badly he ached for you. How hard you made him. Now wasn't the time for him to blow your friendship over him thinking with his dick. You were being vulnerable.

"I don't need your pity Sanji. It's okay. You don't have to give me the 'everyone's beautiful in their own way' speech. There's more to me than my lack of experience! I'm a good fighter! I have talents, I don't need to be pretty. Just, sometimes, it'd be nice.". 

This wouldn't do. He had to try to fix this. He took your small hands in his, trying not to lose his breath at how warm they felt. Swinging them lightly, he stared into your eyes.

“You are a beautiful girl, you deserve way better than some kind of bastard like that. Men are pigs (name), you shouldn't trust any of them."

"I trust you."

Sanji froze. You peaked up at him shyly. He looked conflicted, and that caused you to smile sadly, misinterpreting the look. You withdrew your hands, fiddling with them in your lap. "I didn't mean that you should take one for the team Ji, I just meant that, well, I trust you. I don't think you're a pig."

"You shouldn't trust me." He lowered his voice. You stared at him, clearly taken aback. "I'm just as bad."

"No, you-"

"No. I'm an absolute pig darling. You aren't that dense surely."

You frowned. "Sure you flirt a lot with other girls, but that's just you! It's charming, non-threatening. I don't see you acting like-"

"I flirt with you too!" He tried, clearly exasperated. You smiled.

"Exactly! You make cute comments to me, and call me cute things like darling, but you're just naturally flirty."

Sanji groaned. Your smile slowly faltered. Sanji screwed his eyes shut. "I'm not 'just naturally flirty'...I mean, I am, I suppose, but I'm actually trying to flirt with you. I thought you were just being polite, but are you really that dense?"

"I....you are?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"But, I'm..." You gestured to yourself. "You're more friendly than flirty to me?" 

"You're too innocent, it's not like I could just waltz right up and tell you that I think you're hot, can I?" He bristled. 

You felt electricity surge down your spine. Hot? Sanji thought you were hot? Sanji? 

Sanji took your silence as disgust. "See! That's exactly why I couldn't tell you."

"You think I'm hot?" He nodded. Your grin spread, hurting your blushing cheeks. Your eyes sparkling. "You think I'M hot?!"

"Yes, okay!" He sounded almost angry.

"Sanji, you're gorgeous! I'm too awkward. Too fat. Too plain. I'm not a model or some kind of beauty. And you're telling me someone as handsome as you, thinks I'm attractive!? And I-"

You stopped, really thinking about what he said. "Innocent? I....well I suppose. I'm not that innocent though."

Sanji's nostrils flared. "Not that innocent? Please love! You prance around in those low-cut tops and shorts in front of everyone, thinking that they ain't gonna go ballistic? You're too trusting of men, thinking that we aren't all beasts inside."

You laughed, still riding the high of his praise. Sanji snarled, banging his fist on the kitchen table. "No! It's true. You think someone doesn't see the way your tits look and salivate? You don't think you would make anyone insane? You don't think I got so fucking hard when you told me you're a virgin?"

He froze, blood turning to ice, clearly regretting blurting out that last bit. You stared at him, eyes round with wonder. He avoided your gaze, cringing at what you said next.

"I...I make you hard?".

"I'm sorry (name), that was very ungentlemanly of me. I didn't mean to say that last part." 

"But you did." He felt warm hands prying his open and playing with his fingers. He flitted his eyes up to see your face red, staring at him with your eyes practically sparkling with mirth. "God, I've wanted you to fuck me for ages, and now you're telling me you've actually wanted to this whole time?"

Sanji stiffened, cock twitching. He ached painfully. He felt parched, throat burning. This had to be a joke. "You...what?"

"Yeah. Fuck. I, mean, the clothing was purposeful at first, I wanted you to notice me. I had no idea it was working though, haha!"

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew? You never noticed I only wore those kinds of clothes when you were around? You never noticed how I tried to cling to you in the kitchen? I just assumed you knew and thought I was gross, so I pulled back." You laughed. "Did you seriously think that because I'm a virgin I can't think sexually?"

"But you've never-"

"You've never said anything raunchy to me like you do to other girls. I thought you saw me as a little sister. It'd be weird if someone you saw like family told you they want to suck your dick."

"Fuck." He hissed. 

"Oh this is too good! Have I been torturing you?" You laughed, running a hand up his arm. "You must be so frustrated."

"You have no idea." 

"I could help you." 

Sanji groaned. "You can't say things like that."

"Oh." You pulled back, back to being timid. Even if it was at his expense, Sanji felt the loss of your confident persona. Fuck he really was a masochist, wasn't he? "I, um, I'd need you to guide me. But if you did want help, I'd like to be the one."

"God, you have no idea what you're doing to me." He heard you giggle lightly. He opened his eyes to see you biting your lip, staring up at him through thick lashes, a blush adorning your chubby cheeks. He throbbed.

"You could show me? I promise I'll be gentle! Please Sanji? Can I pretty please touch your dick?"

Sanji felt like he was going to explode from how cute you were. 

"Fuck. Please."

You squealed in excitement, jumping up from the table, both his arms in hand. He wanted to laugh at how innocent you looked, but instead he felt a lump in his throat. You didn't notice, pulling the seated man into an awkward, crushing hug.

"C'mon! C'mon what are you waiting for? Let's go!" 

"Go where?" He laughed at your eagerness. "In case you haven't noticed darling, we aren't exactly alone."

The way you deflated was comical. What wasn't was the wicked glint that formed in your eyes. Sanji gulped, that was never a good sign. He watched as you quickly dashed out of the kitchen. Sanji looked around, confused. Minutes passed. He got up from the table, moving over to the kitchen island, hiding his lower half behind the counter, lest one of the crew wandered in. He sighed, willing his boner away. 

Bang!

The door flew open. Sanji jumped. There you stood frantically in the doorway. Your hair a mess, breathing heavy, and that wicked glint set on him. He watched as you closed the kitchen door, taking a chair and boarding the door. You grinned, stalking towards him.

No. There's no way.

"We aren't going to be disturbed." You were practically vibrating in excitement.

"What? No. Not in the kitchen. We. Eat. Here." Sanji hissed. You peeked up at him, lip pouting. 

"Please? I'll make sure there's no mess left." You pleaded. 

No mess? Sanji closed his eyes and groaned when he realised what you meant. You were going to be the death of him. When he opened his eyes you were in front of him, staring at him shyly. He startled.

"Can I kiss you? Or is that too far?"

Too far? He wanted to cry. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. He bent down. You grinned. He wrapped an arm around the back of your head, pulling you closer. You tipped your head up. He smiled softly before placing his lips on top of yours.

Your lips locked together like the last piece of a puzzle. You sighed, eyes flitting closed. You pushed further against him, trying desperately to pull him closer. He tasted like cigarettes but you didn't mind, an addictive taste for an addictive man. You wanted more of him. You kissed him feverishly, reluctantly pulling back for air. You stared at the taller man through lidded eyes. He gazed down at you lovingly, a blush high on his cheeks. His blue eyes studied your face closely. 

Sanji laughed as with both hands you pulled his face back for another kiss. His skin was hot, your hands now cold against his cheeks. You tasted sweet and he wanted to devour you so badly. You were too cute. He felt you pull him closer to you. You were kissing and sucking at his lips before you felt it. Sanji bit back a groan, feeling your hips brush against him. He felt pure embarrassment as he heard your breath hitch, pulling away. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by a groan as you experimentally pushed your hips against him harder.

"Oh my gods." He heard you whisper against him. He froze. "Oh my gods it's so-"

"We can stop if it's too much dar-LING!"

He squeaked as he felt both your hands rake down his chest, you humming contently as you kept yourself pressed against him. He felt overwhelmed at how eager you were. He'd never had someone so upfront in wanting to touch him. His cocked throbbed. You mewled lightly, causing another throb.

"Oh my god it moves?" You giggled. He cracked a smile back. You were so innocent.

Sanji had made one crucial mistake though. That was thinking that just because you were inexperienced, that meant you would be submissive. He felt you cage him against the countertop, the wood digging into his ass, your hands on him. It wasn't that he didn't like it, the dissonance was making him dizzy. He felt your hands find purchase on his waist. You breathed out a dreamy sigh.

"God your waist is so fucking tiny."

Sanji bristled with embarrassment. He tried to address it without upsetting you. "Love, that's not exactly what I want to hear."

You giggled. "I can't help it, it's so hot. You could kick my ass if you wanted, but holy fuck you're just letting me feel you up. Gods I've seen you fight, I've seen how thick your legs are, but fuck your waist is so little."

Sanji hissed. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Your hands migrated upwards, resting on his pecs. Your slow pace was driving him insane.

"Can I?" You gestured to his shirt.

"Fuck, love, I'd love to, but maybe when we have somewhere more private okay? Don't want to be too unclothed if someone tries to come in. Same with you okay? Don't want anyone to see something so gorgeous." He smiled at you. You nodded your head, practically buzzing at the idea of this happening again. He winked at you. "You could take off something else though."

Sanji was shocked and delighted at how quickly you dropped to your knees. You began playing with his belt, figuring out how the clasp worked. Sanji scrunched his eyes shut. Fuck, you were so eager! He never would’ve expected it to go like this. Despite your eagerness you were so gentle, as if you were afraid of touching him. He was going to prompt you, but instead you softly pulled his zipper down and began drawing the fabric down till it sat mid thigh.

Oh, fuck. There he was, huh?

You looked at his clothed cock, studying It like it was some kind of strange bug. You wanted to laugh at the comparison. Above you Sanji was flushed, embarrassed by your staring. You ran a finger over the bulge. He hissed, his dick jumping lightly. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat. 

"What?"

"It's so cute the way it jumps."

"Maybe this was a mistake."

"No no no! I promise I'll be good. Can I, um... do I?"

"Just...hah...do what you think is right. I'll...correct you."

Sanji let out an undignified squeak as he felt you lightly grab the clothed bulge. You massaged it, feeling what you could, watching with curiosity how the man above you writhed. Exploratively, you moved your hand further back, cupping his balls through the fabric. The friction of the fabric against bare skin was pure torture.

"Oh shit!" Sanji whined. You withdraw your hand like it burnt. "That's, god, that's really sensitive okay? You're killing me sweetheart."

"Sorry." You mumbled, placing a kiss to his bare thigh. The "strange bug" jumped again. You began peppering more kisses to his thigh. Once you reached the inside of his thigh you breathed deeply, he smelt musky, it made your mouth water. Experimentally, you licked the inside of his thigh. Sanji's thigh tensed. You licked upwards in long stripes until you reached the leg of his underwear. You gave a quick moment of hesitation before you blew air over the bulge. Sanji hissed. Smiling, you placed a kiss directly over the top of his bulge. 

"Did you just kiss my dick?"

"Mmhmm. Watch, I'll do it again." You placed an open mouth wet kiss over Sanji's clothed cock. The man above you threw his head back, whining softly. The fabric was dampened with a mix of your spit and something else. You saw how taut the fabric had become. You cooed. "That looks like it hurts." 

Sanji nodded. You looked up at him.

"Can I take them off?"

He shuddered. "Fuck. Please (name)."

With curiosity you began dragging the wet underwear down his hips, settling them at his mid thigh. His musky scent overpowered you, and you watched with fascination as Sanji's cock slapped against his stomach. Looking up at him you saw how tight his eyes were scrunched, knuckles gripping the countertop. You noticed how he shivered lightly at the exposure. Sanji's cock stood, large, imposing, and leaking. You breathed out a curse. It looked gorgeous, just like him, long and lithe. His happy trail led to a neat little patch of dark hair. You salivated. Eyes drawing to your prize, you winced at how red and angry the head looked.

Sanji thought he was going to kill you when he felt you tap his cockhead like a microphone. Instead he bucked his hips away, humiliation colouring his face. "Stop that! I know you don't know what you're doing, but please use your brain dearest." 

You mumbled an apology before rubbing your hands together, trying to warm them. He watched as you wrapped a hand around his dick before moaning lowly. You studied him, absolutely enraptured, as you gave a test pump. The man above you crumbled. 

"Do you always get this way?"

"No." He panted.

"Just for me?" You tried sultry, trying to muster up some quote from a smutty novel you once read. Sanji peeked one eye open before groaning.

"No." His voice was strained, breathing heavy. You tried pumping him, but the rhythm was sloppy. "N-no. You're...it's a lot right now. I'm not used to it being this slow…or clumsy."

"Do you like it?" You looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Unfortunately." He muttered. With a burst of pride you tried pumping him harder. Sanji squealed, grabbing your hand. "Fuck (name), I really need you to spit in your hand. Th-that's painful."

"Oh...sorry." You offered. Sanji watched as you perversely spit in your hand, wrapping the digits back around his cock. You tried setting a rhythm, it was sloppy, but you focused on giving him consistent squeezing pressure. Sanji moaned lowly at the squeezing, hips rocking. 

Soon you reached a steady rhythm. You watched with bated breath before you slowed down. Sanji began to whine from the loss, only to keen loudly as he felt your lips enclose his cockhead. He began spluttering, eyes rolled backwards. He'd take anything right now, fuck he wanted to cum so bad. He sucked in a breath.

"No teeth, okay love?" 

You laughed, the vibrations tickling him in the best way. He moaned, trying desperately to not fuck your face. His eyes were so tightly scrunched.

You slowly forced yourself further down his length, squeezing the base. Sanji swore. You froze, taking a deep breath through your nose. When he didn't stop you, you continued your devotion. 

"Ack!" You choked, throat burning. You felt Sanji's hand patting your head. You retreated off him, coughing.

"Darling don't take more than you can okay. We don't want you to choke now."

You gazed up at him, eyes wet and throat hoarse. "Let me try again!" 

Your raspy voice made Sanji quiver, but the way you looked up at him, absolutely wrecked, made him burn. As quickly as he noticed it, it ended, and you unceremoniously inhaled his cock. He could feel you try to smile. 

"Fuck!" His voice was high as you sucked hard, adding your tongue to flatten against the underside of his cock. "(Name)! Baby, fuck, I-"

"Hey why won't the door open?" Zoro's voice rang through the wood. Sanji stilled, holding your head. The two of you looked at each other frozen. Sanji tried clearing his throat. 

"If you keep making noise out there, I'm gonna explode, Mosshead!"

You snorted, trying hard to not laugh. 'Yeah you're gonna explode,' you inwardly snickered. 

"Whatever shitty waiter." 

Silence. Sanji looked down at you. "Darling, maybe we should stop. It's okay, we can try again another day." He froze at the frustrated look that overtook your features. "Fuck." He whispered.

You sucked harshly causing Sanji to bite his hand hard to avoid screaming. He felt you try swallowing, watched as tears pricked your eyes. You didn't slow down on your work, sucking harshly and hands wandering. You grabbed a fistful of his asscheek, other hand tracing circles on his inner thigh. You felt him tensing, quivering. His hand reached for your neck, trying to coax you off. He was so close.

"Oh god!" Sanji gasped. "Baby I'm gonna cum, you need to hop off-AH!" 

You sucked harder, milking the man through his orgasm. It was like music the way he spluttered and grabbed the back of your head, nails scratching your scalp. You felt hot, thick liquid painting your throat. It wasn't pleasant, but fuck his reactions were. Some dribbled out of the corner of your mouth and Sanji wiped it away with a thumb, a fucked out expression on his features. He pulled his softened cock out of your mouth, and watched, breathless as you swallowed his seed. You made a grimace afterwards causing the man to laugh.

"Was it okay?" You asked, shyness taking over you. 

"You're lucky I don't mind a bit of torture. It was good for a first try." He gave you that flirty grin and a wink. "I think you need more practice though."

You laughed, outstretching a hand so he could help you up. You tried stretching your legs, noting the numb pain in your knees. You wrapped your arms around his middle. "Was I that bad?"

Sanji pulled his underwear and pants back up, zipping his pants closed. He pulled you closer. "Nah, you're just something else entirely. Silly." Kiss. "Torturous." Kiss. "And I am smitten with you."

"We've wasted enough time, better get back to it." You smiled against his lips. 

"I'd love to pay you back."

"Later loverboy, we're gonna have the whole crew in here soon if we don't hurry."

"I'm so glad there's a later."

You winked, straightening your clothes and heading for the door. You stopped, turning to stare at the man.

"For you baby? Always. Oh, can you make souffle?"

"What? Why?"

"I told the guys we were making a souffle and needed the kitchen completely silent."

Sanji laughed. You definitely kept him on his toes.

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I'm not going to lie, some of this is coloured by my first time hahaha! I am an incredibly awkward person, and yes I did also once tell a guy how cute I thought it was when dicks jump. He also told me I was fucked for that ha!

[damnfeelings09]

Animals AU - Shadow's version

A.N: This my first time attempting to write smut so let me know it it sucks! Remember RED PARTS ARE STALKER THOUGHTS, GREEN ARE YOURS. Always check behind your back twice, someone might be following you.

NFSW: Stalking, blood, weapons, bad leanguage, smut, dark romance +18

“Look who comes crawling back to me. Nice of you to decide to join us bunny,” he said with a smirk.

“Shut up you idiota. Let's get this over with.” you said standing up on the mat. Shadow walked around you, forming a circle. “Can you stop that? you make me dizzy.”

“Wow, you must really like me bunny.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble but you're not my type hedgehog.”

“Keep telling yourself that bunny. I'm everyone's type.” In one move Shadow had you back against the ground, his hips positioned over you and hands pined above your head. You didn't see that coming. “You're slow.”

Annoyed you tried to roll under him only to have him hold you even tighter this time with both legs hugging your hips. His eyes examined every part of your face, his intense gaze making you flush. Once again your heart was pounding.  “Get off me,” you said, trying to get away.

“You didn't say the magic word bunny.”

“Get off me, you pervert.” You released one of your hands and punched him in the stomach with all your might. Shadow unbalanced freeing one of your legs, you took the opportunity to escape. Once you were on your feet again you got into a defensive stance and prayed that muscle memory was enough. You let out a kick, but before you hit Shadow's leg he grabbed your foot with his hand throwing you to the ground once again.

“You really suck at this bunny. I'll fail this class because of you.”

You snorted in annoyance as you stood up, it had only been a few minutes but you already wanted to kill each other, this wasn't going to work.

“Excuse me for not being an alien hedgehog on steroids.”

“Ouch, you hurt my feelings,” he said placing his hand over his heart. Again he walked in circles around you.

“Please, you don't have feelings,” you replied.

“Right, just for you bunny.” He proceeded to laugh as he attacked you again. You had already lost count of how many times you had ended up on the floor with Shadow on top of you. When class was over, you crawled literally into the shower. Your body aching from every fall, you were grateful for the relief the hot water brought you. Your next class wasn't for another 2hrs so you let yourself soak in the sweet steam. Soaping every part of your body trying to wash away the humiliation you had been through.

You couldn’t spend more time thinking about that idiot. You had bbigger problems, like figuring out what to do with the psycho on the phone. He knew where you lived and had been watching you. You felt stupid. Stupid for finding the number and calling and even more stupid for being naive enough to answer the call later. You didn't want to remember, but your mind traveled there. To that deep, alluring voice that had overpowered you in a few minutes. Your hands instinctively caressing your body as you thought of him.

Who was it, why had he left his number, had it been intentional, what did he look like. The heat building up in your lower belly. Need taken over you and when you noticed your middle finger was already circling your clit. You stifled a moan. You were alone in the showers, alone in the locker room, no one would know what was going on, better yet, no one would know why. Releasing your inhibitions, you moved faster as your other hand searched for your nipples while you imagined his hands... Would they be rough? Soft? Would they be hands or claws? What if it was a Mobian with sharp, thin claws?

“Ah...“ a moan escaped your lips. You wouldn't deny it, mobians were hot. Especially a mobian with dark spikes and red tips... You remembered the touch of Shadow's hands on your body, when he held you against the ground taking you by the hips, he was a prick, but he was a very hot prick. “Ah...“You imagined what it would feel like to have him on you once again, with nothing to prevent contact. His strong arms holding you tight, the friction between his chest fur and your breast, the way your hips would move in a perfect symphony as he fill you in completely. With that image you came, your orgasm had been intense, waves of ecstasy hitting every muscle in your body, almost making you fall on your knees. Between gasps you managed to catch your breath and after a few minutes you stepped out of the shower. As you got dressed you could feel the shudder down your back. Trying to shake off the feeling of shame for having done it while thinking about Shadow.

Surgery was definitely not your best assigment and it was evident, every time you left class frowning, walking fast, almost running past your classmates to leave the room before Professor Brown caught up with you. Victor Brown was the dean of the medical school, head of the surgical department and a pain in the ass. In your first year he had made you retake the exam because he thought you were cheating, the second year he had run you out of the OR 3 times, you had spent more time in his office than in front of the operating table, plus he had hit on you every chance he got. As you walked through the door you let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding. It was 20:30pm, Mailo should’ve already halfway to the University, this time you would have to make the trip back to the city alone.

However, before going home you would have to pick up your laptop from your locker. You quickly made your way across the main garden towards Hall B. The corridors were almost empty, one or two students in sight who were also heading for the exit.

When you got to your locker it was desolate, you checked your cell phone 20:45pm, the last bus would arrive soon and if you missed it you would have to walk through the forest to get to the nearest bus stop. You put the combination of your locker, a shiver creeping through the skin of your neck, an uncomfortable feeling sitting on your stomach, instinctively you turned around but there was nothing, perhaps just your imagination. You grabbed your laptop and put it inside your backpack, once again that feeling as if being watched creeping on the back of your head.

“Hello?” you asked. “Is anyone there?” No one answer, so you turned your attention back to the zipper of your backpack. As you were about to close the locker, you heard banging. You raised your head through the locker door to find a silhouette standing at the end of the hallway, trying to open the door towards you. Fear came over your face, paralyzing you as you watched the figure break through the glass, put his arm through and open the door. In a second your legs came back to life and you started the fastest run of your life out the back door of Hall B.

Maybe you think that you can hide

I can smell your scent from miles…

The night was quiet, the only noise was your footsteps and the footsteps behind you. Fast, strong, constant, following you. You didn't think, you just ran wherever you could, crashing against the walls, almost losing your balance twice. Your body slammed against the front door trying to open it but someone had put a chain n’ lock on it. You took your cell phone it was 21:00pm the last bus with the students had left, you had no escape and there was a psycho chasing you. The footsteps were approaching with speed, soon he would be here.  Your only escape was that door. You crouched down pushing it, leaving a small space,

“If my head goes in, I'll make it.” You thought. First you threw your backpack, then you stuck your head in, brushing your nose against the door. Half of your body was outside when that being found you, running as fast as he could to catch you, fortunately, you had always been good with flexibility and managed to get out before he arrived. For a few seconds he watched you and then ran back the same way. You had gained a little time, it would take him at least 8 minutes to find the exit and get back to where you were, you quickly got up and ran without direction. Your thoughts racing, trying to sort them out while your feet just ran. Distracted, you didn't notice the white lights until they were inches away from you. Overwhelmed by the chase and almost being run over, you tried to focus your eyes, but the lights had momentarily blinded you, the ringing in your ears not allowing you to understand what the other person was saying.

“The fuck bunny?! I almost ran you over.” There was only one person who called you that and at this point you didn't care that he was your savior, Shadow. “Get out of the way.” His raspy voice sounded angry but you were happy to see him as you ran to his side and grabbed his arm.

“Wait!” you begged “Please get me out of here.” Shadow turned up the visor of his helmet, looked at you for a second, his crimson eyes noticing your desperation, but you were too scared to notice the gleam in his eyes.

“Put this on,” he said, placing his helmet over your head, adjusting it. You quickly slipped your leg over and settled onto his bike “Hold on tight.”

Shadow took off. You had heard he liked to ride, but you never imagined he would ride like this. Your arms wrapped around Shadow's waist, pressing your bodies together. Feeling you so close, Shadow accelerated. The motorcycle roared loudly, gold-orange sparks flying from it. You were going so fast, your grip became tighter, feeling the muscles under his clothes, you closed your eyes and when you opened them again you found yourself in the middle of the city lights, far away from the danger.

[imagineweasley]

Soundproof (Or Not)

Remus x F reader

summary: you and remus just can't keep their hands off each other, especially when there's alcohol involved. what happens when you two find an empty room and don't soundproof it?

warnings: oral and penetrative sex, drunk sex, LOUD sex, some slapping (of the ass, nothing else)

y/n: your name

word count: 2.4k

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"... And so as soon as he pulled out his wand -- probably to stun me, that's the only thing he knows how to do -- I gave him antlers on his head. Gave him a little mark of me." James was bragging about his latest vanquishment against Snape, running his hands through his hair and stealing glances at Lily, who just looked at me and rolled her eyes. I myself had been zoning out, staring at the trimming on the window straight ahead of me. It was an almost every day ritual for James to come boasting to someone about how he terrorized Snape that day. The days that he didn't have a story for us were the days that he'd been unsuccessful and Snape had won for the day.

James caught Lily's eye roll and stumbled to save himself, "Er -- but I did take him to Madame Pomfrey's straight after of course, I would never just leave him like that..." he trailed off as Lily stalked away.

"Honestly James, I don't know why you keep thinking that’s going work, we all know it won't impress her." Regulus took a slow sip of his drink and leaned back on the couch, smirking at James, "Also, we all know you would never take Snape to Madame Pomfrey, who do you think you're fooling?"

"Whatever." James sulked over the the table and poured himself another shot of firewhisky.

"What a git." I felt someone throw their arm around me and bury their face in the curve of my neck, and immediately knew who it was. I turned to face my boyfriend, who was grinning drunkenly down at me, "We keep telling him to get over himself, deflate his head a bit if he wants Lily, but he's a lost cause." I pulled Remus down next to me on the couch and gave him a sloppy kiss before holding my drink up to his lips. I was a bit drunk and tipped the cup too fast, and some of it sloshed onto his shirt. He choked on his laugh and pulled back, and then buried his face into my neck once more.

"Oopsie daisy." I giggled and leaned into him, and he gave me a big, fat, wet kiss on my exposed shoulder.

"Euuugh I hate you two." Regulus made a face and judgmentally took a sip from his cup

"Reggieee, you know you looove us." I twirled my finger in a circle at him and leaned towards him, but I leaned too far and ended up falling face first into the couch. Wobbling, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and exaggeratedly batted my eyelashes at Reg, who maintained his cringe but the corner of his eyes crinkled a tad, betraying his amusement.

Remus leaned over me, twirling his finger in a circle at Regulus the way that I had, and sang, "Yeah Reg, I know you're a lover boyyyy, you can't fool meee, I see the way you look at James!" He then proceeded to lose his balance and fall heavily on top of me and I laughed, shoving him back up just enough so I could turn onto my back, facing him.

"Oh, hello gorgeous." Remus's eyes sparkled as he leaned in and kissed me, this time sliding his tongue in so our tongues were dancing.

I heard Reg pretend-retch and felt him push himself off the couch, but I didn't care. I was too drunk to care at this point and I was already making out with Remus, so no point in stopping. I swung my arm around his neck and pulled him even closer to me. I gently bit his lip and felt him harden against my stomach.

He pulled away, breathing heavily, and dove into my neck, running his tongue from my collarbone to right under my throat. I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan.

"You two! Go get a room for Merlin's sake! No one wants to see that!" Sirius materialized next to us and pulled Remus by his shirt off of the couch.

"Hey! You plonker!" Remus shoved Sirius and managed to capture my hand in his and, tripping over his feet, dragged me behind him to the stairs.

Sirius called after us over the cackling of James and Peter, "And please make it soundproof this time! The whole of the common room doesn't need to hear you guys -- again!"

We stumbled into his bedroom, giggling, and as soon as the door shut, Remus slammed me against the door and was all over me. He was back on my neck, kissing it and sucking so hard I knew it was going to leave a mark the next morning, but I didn't care. I moaned loudly and tangled my fingers in his hair, and his hands slid down from my waist to my ass and groped, grinding into me.

"Wait, wait Remus," I wriggled under him and he pulled away immediately, and breathlessly asked, "What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing, just a second." I pulled my wand from my bun, where I had tucked it for safekeeping, and pointed it backwards at the door, "Silencio! Silencio! Why isn't it working?" Remus laughed and took the wand out of my hand, placing it gently on top of the dresser next to him, "My beautiful girl, that's because the door doesn't talk." He then reached past me and turned the lock with a soft click.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I don't care, Sirius can deal with it then." I grabbed Remus's shirt and, walked backwards towards the bed, pulling the messy-haired boy with me.

"Dear god, y/n."

I kissed him again and sucked on his neck so that I could leave a mark on him as well. I dropped down onto the bed and slid onto my knees, fumbling with his belt and expertly unbuttoning his jeans. I looked up through my lashes at my very turned on boyfriend, evident by the rock hard length in his pants.

I hooked my finger in the waistband of his briefs and whispered, "Are you hard for me, Remus? Is your cock this hard for me?"

"Yes, y/n, yes, I need you now." I smirked at him a nd pulled his briefs down, revealing his lengthy dick. It sprung up and slapped me on the cheek and I giggled before sliding it into my mouth.

Remus moaned so loudly that I knew anyone would be able to hear us outside the room. I got wetter at his sound and and moaned on him, and I knew the vibrations made his breath catch. He placed his hand on the back of my head, fixated on the way my head was moving up and down along him. He started to slowly move his waist forward, trying to get deeper in, and I welcomed him, opening my throat up to his shaft. I looked up at him the way I knew he liked and his brows scrunched as he got even harder in my mouth.

"Y/n... you drive me insane --" Remus cut himself off with a groan as I pushed his dick deeper down my throat. I choked but continued to push him deeper, eyes watering. His hips were fully jerking into me now, and his fingers had tightened into a fist in my hair. Suddenly, he pulled my head back and his cock fell out of my mouth with a pop.

He reached down and pulled me up by my wrists, tossing me onto my back onto my bed, "I just can't wait any longer y/n, I need to be inside you now."

"Please," I whimpered, the fire in my pussy was begging for a good fucking, "Please Remus, I need you." Remus crashed his lips onto mine before ripping my shirt over my head and throwing it to the other side of the room. I scrambled to yank his shirt off his body and threw it off the bed too. He stepped out of his pants and then reached down to unbutton my jeans, and yanked that off my legs. He ran his middle finger along my pussy lips, still in my underwear, and snickered, "Damn baby, you're so wet for me. You're soaking."

A whine escape my throat and his smirk grew bigger.

"Beg." His eyes were dark with lust now.

"Please..."

"Please what, y/n?" His hand was slipping into my underwear now.

"Please, Remus, I need this so bad, I need this you so bad."

He growled and plunged two fingers into me. I groaned at the relief as he pumped them in and out. His mouth found my sensitive nipples and sucked hard, the way I liked it, and my legs raised themselves to his sides.

His thumb rubbed my clit as he continued to finger me, and I felt the heat growing still, and my panting became loud moans and gasps.

"God, I'm close!" I dipped my hips down so his fingers were hitting that spot inside me over and over again --

Remus suddenly pulled his fingers out and I emitted a gutteral moan. To my relief, it wasn't long until Remus was grabbing his cock and running it up and down against my pussy lips the way he had with his skilled fingers, and he was panting hard while watching my wetness and his precum mingling together.

"Look at me, gorgeous. Look at me." I whimpered and stared into his eyes, silently begging him to put it in. I felt his tip enter me, spreading my lips apart agonizingly slowly, and a sigh escaped my mouth. I grabbed his butt and tried to push him in, willing him to go faster; the slow movement was torturous.

"Ah ah ah," He pushed against my hands, "We're doing this at my speed." But I knew just how to get him.

I gasped, "Please, Remus, please use me to do whatever you want." And I was right, Remus's eyes grew darker and he plunged fully into me. I cried out in pleasure and he slapped his hand over my mouth.

"Don't want everyone to hear, do we? Or maybe I do, maybe I want everyone to hear how loud I'm making you moan, how sexy you sound."

I couldn't help but keep moaning loudly as he pumped his cock inside of me, hips hitting my pelvis hard. His balls slapped against me at the force he was pumping into me, and I wrapped my feet around his hips to drive him in further.

It wasn't long until I was reaching that point again. "Remus! Oh my god, I'm so close baby! I'm so close!"

He reached down between us and his thumb found my clit again, rubbing gently but quickly, "You want me to make you cum? You want me to make you cum all over my dick?" I nodded furiously and pulled him into me, lips sloppily kissing his, tongue darting around his mouth. He pulled away and his tongue found my neck again and ran along the length of it, and the sensitivity only got me closer.

I felt the pressure building up inside me, the fire growing bigger and bigger. Remus felt my pussy clenching his cock and whispered into my ear, "Good girl, that's my good girl. I want you to cum for me. Cum for me baby." And that's all I needed to hear.

The fire exploded and I called out my boyfriends name as I came hard around him, and he groaned at the tightness and the expression on my face before shooting his load into me and gasping my name over and over again. Feeling him cum inside me only intensified my orgasm, which pulsed through my body. Remus moaned again and again as his dick pulsed and shot ropes into me.

Slowly, my orgasm died down and we were left panting heavily into each other. His head dropped into my shoulder and he was still moaning I hugged his neck and closed my eyes, letting my heartbeat slow down.

"God, y/n, how do you always do that to me?"

I laughed breathily and asked, "Do what?"

"Cum so hard that I can't feel my body anymore."

I giggled as he flopped next to me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed my forehead and gazed into my eyes. "You know you're so beautiful right?" My cheeks flushed even more than they already were, and I kissed him.

"You're my handsome boy, honey, my sweetest boy."

He traced his finger along my jaw and we rested in each others' arms for a couple minutes.

"Shall we?"

Remus opened his eyes at my voice, "Shall we what?"

I smiled mischievously at him, sitting up and pulling him up with me, "I want to hear Sirius taunt you so we're going back out to the party."

Remus groaned and tried to flop back onto the bed, but I held his hand firmly and kept him upright.

"Come on, Remus!" I tossed his clothes at him, shitting him in the chest, and he reluctantly pulled them on.

"You are pure evil, y/n. Pure evil."

I snickered and, fully dressed, ran my fingers through my hair before throwing it up when I realized it was too tangled for me to make it look presentable.

I pulled Remus off the bed and dragged him towards the door, him still hopping to get his leg through his pants. I swung the door open and Remus buttoned his pants just in time for us to reach the common room, where, of course, Sirius was waiting to tease his friend. He whopped and slapped Remus on the back, "Didn't I tell you to soundproof the wall, Moony?" Some "ooooh"s broke out amongst the crowd and Remus rolled his eyes before pulling me close to him. Lily thrust another drink in my hand with a smug smile.

"Thanks to you, y/n, I just got eight galleons from Marlene." Turns out, they had made four galleons on how long it would take until Remus and I disappeared, and then another four on whether we'd be loud enough for them to hear.

"You are so welcome Lily, and if you make that bet again for the next party, I can get you some more and make you a rich woman."

Remus laughed from next to me and I turned to smile up at him. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips and then the head before he pushed Sirius, who was still "Oooooh"ing next to us again. I laughed into the kiss and we returned to the party, this time more satisfied than before.

[starkitxxz]

Apricity

(noun) The warmth of the sun in winter

Sol x gn!reader

Day 2 spoilers!

I HAD TO RECHECK EVERY PARAGRAPH FOR THIS AND IM PROBABLY GOING TO MAKE PART 2 ONCE I GET PROPER SLEEP

ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE <33

(Thank you for the votes in the poll btw i love yalll😚😚)

Word count: 1.5k+

“It’s covered in snow,” Sol’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the rooftop covered in a pile of fluffy snow, despite the sun emitting light above. He adjusted his scarf while Hyugo rubbed his chin, pondering whether or not they should return inside.

However, they didn’t want to hang out in the cafeteria.

Loud noises and huge crowds were something Sol disliked greatly. No matter how snuggly the room is because of the heater, Hyugo wants his best friend to feel comfortable. He's Sol’s only best friend.

“We can just sweep it off from the bench,” Hyugo suggested as he approached their usual spot, brushing the flakes of snow away with his gloved hands.

You and Sol stood there, hesitating whether or not you both want to sit on the bench around the cold, snow filled area. As much as you don’t want to stay and possibly succumb to hypothermia, your stomach growled in hunger. You don’t have a choice, unless you want to witness another possible food fight happening in the cafeteria.

And neither did Sol want to witness that.

“Are you two going to stand there or eat?” Hyugo asks as he grows impatient, wanting to munch on Sol’s lunch that he made for him, just like what Sol promised… Since Hyugo (purposely) forgot his lunch.

You both sat beside each other next to Hyugo. You shiver from how cold it is, despite wearing the coziest accessory you can find. Unfortunately, it’s not enough to keep you warm, due to the fact that you forgot your scarf at your apartment.

Maybe if you searched through your closet once more, you will find something warmer than a scarf.

Sol on the other hand, opened his lunch box. Your mouth watered at the sight of his meal, and you were not the only one admiring it.

“Sunny! Why didn’t you tell me you made these?” Hyugo’s eyes lit up in delight, ready to fill his starving stomach.

Delicious small chocolate chip brownies adorned with a strawberry each and white icing sat on his container. Carefully made into perfection, displaying a scrumptious treat before you.

You took notice of the strawberries representing cute Santa hats, judging from the little icing on top.

Hyugo reached out to take one, earning a glare from Sol, but he let him do so.

He nibbled on the treat, and a satisfied ‘Mmm’ came out of his mouth.

Sol’s eyes widen slightly in surprise as Hyugo takes another brownie.

“Mmm, [reader] you should try it! It’s so good!” Hyugo said as he swallowed his first brownie, proceeding to nibble on the second one.

Curious, you take one from the container and try it, holy shit.

You can taste the chocolatey goodness from the brownie, as well as the ripe sweetness of the strawberry. It melted in your mouth as you chewed it.

“Sol, this is delicious!” You praised, taking another portion from the lunchbox. You can’t help but wonder, how does he manage to make his lunch so mouthwatering?

It was like he has been training for years to cook irresistibly appetizing treats. Cut and cooked perfectly like the carrots for homemade curry that one night. It was so scrumptious.

You can’t seem to remember much from that moment, but you definitely need to take cooking notes from him.

Hyugo took 2 brownies and munched on them, like a little kid feasting on sugary cookies that had been left for Santa to eat.

Sol grabbed one for himself and bit on his creation, pleased by what he made when he couldn’t sleep earlier. He made sure it’s all perfect and appetizing for you.

And why can't he earn enough rest for himself? He was busy stalking you.

“Mm, not bad,” He mumbled as he savored the sweet and acidic taste of the strawberry.

Not much time has passed and the container is already empty. The cold breeze was hitting your skin once more. You turned your gaze to Hyugo, eating the last piece of the chocolate chip brownie.

“You should really make more of these,” Hyugo said with food in his mouth, eventually swallowing it.

“So you can eat off my budget?”

“Hey, I have duties, you know?” Hyugo frowned

“Whatever” Sol packed his lunch box and sighed, his attention focused on you as you drank your water bottle.

“If you brought those for the winter party, I would finish it all.” You said with a grin, holding the nearly empty plastic water bottle in your gloved hand.

Hyugo nodded, “I agree, It’s a great snack for us and the guests!”

You know he will make the best Christmas themed brownies for the party. A little persuading won’t hurt. After all, you love what he cooks and bakes.

“Please Sol? I will really appreciate it and you know I can’t resist your delicious treats”

A sigh escaped Sol’s mouth, complying to your wishes. He will never deny you and your cravings for food. He loves to make food for you.

He’d do anything for you.

Anything. For his one and only soulmate.

Another gust of cool air made contact with your skin, a cold and numbing sensation filled you.

You looked up and saw soft hail falling from the gray skies above. Amidst the cloudy skies and snowfall, the luminous sun remained shining. A fascinating phenomenon.

You reached a hand out, catching a snowflake in your palm.

“It’s snowing again,” Hyugo uttered as he looked up as well

Sol stared at the snowy view of cities, roads, and cars. Sidewalks covered with a pile of snow, street lamps filling the town with warm light, and local stores selling candy canes and gingerbread cookies.

It all made you homesick, hoping to celebrate and experience Christmas with your family. Maybe one day, you’ll finally pay off their debt.

A snowflake landed on Sol’s lap, shaped beautifully and remarkably unique. As more snow piled up, your teeth began to chatter from the freezing temperature. Looks like you’re gonna need an extra layer of clothes and scarves soon.

Unexpectedly, soft black fabric wrapped around your torso. A wave of warmth fueled your body, keeping you safe from the bitterly cold weather.

You glance at your side and to your surprise, Sol turns his head away from you. His face flushed as his body tensed from the generous act he did. Hyugo gave you both a side-eye, deciding to stay quiet.

He found it too cheesy.

“Thank you, you really don’t have to thou-”

Sol cut you off, “No, I insist,” facing you with a gentle smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, keep it if you like” a smile appeared on his face, his red-orange eyes gazing at you lovingly.

You catched a whiff of his cologne from the jacket he offered, a scent that made you feel so comfortable. You can’t help but wish to smell it again–

Puff.

An audible soft puff was heard from the snowball thrown at Sol’s cheek by the blue haired guy. A playful grin on his face as another snowball is thrown directly at your face, hitting your temple.

Hyugo earned a piercing glare from Sol, before he stood up and knelt on one knee. Gathering a clump of snow, forming it into a snowball.

Hyugo immediately knew what he was about to do, so then he announced:

“SNOWBALL FIGHT!”

At the rooftop, you decided to join them, hitting both Sol and Hyugo with snowballs. Although, you were met with the cold and stinging sensation of snow as they threw snow at you as well.

Sol and Hyugo threw clumps of snow at each other, and you were on Sol’s side. Hyugo frowned at the unfair setup against him, balls of snow hitting his face and clothes. Luckily no one is going to scold anyone here on the rooftop.

The game did not last as the teacher found you, Sol, and Hyugo on the rooftop, throwing snowballs at each other.

Unlucky you, accidentally throwing one at the teacher themself. Guaranteed a pass to the principal’s office.

Yet, at the end of the day, the trio skipped their next class and drank warm hot chocolate at a cozy cafe nearby.

You kept the jacket on the way home, and whenever you would try to give it back to Sol, he insisted. "Keep it to stay warm," he said.

In reality, he desires to see you sleep with it whenever he visits you at midnight.

[BONUS]

“Ugh, why is it so cold?” Brittney complained as she rubbed both of her arms, earning the temporary heat of friction.

Her sweater was folded neatly on the table, stained with fresh mushroom soup from the food fight earlier. Damn it, she muttered. Cursing that one random dude for causing this.

“The heater might've broken down again,” a sigh escaped Crowe’s lips. “It’ll be fixed soon, I hope…”

Geo scoffed, “Yeah no, someone unintentionally threw food at it”

Crowe’s frustration grew, his brows knitted as he wore a pair of gloves

He’s right, the heater got a food blockage. Thanks to another immature idiot who kept throwing chunks of their pudding at different areas in the place. Staining the walls, floor, and students clothes

Jess sat beside Brittney and Crowe, quietly reading a book she bought a few days ago. Unbothered by the freezing temperature, the earmuffs and extra layer of clothing helped her a lot.

“I wonder where [reader] and their new friends are-”

“I SAW [READER] AND THEIR LUNCH BUDDIES ENTER THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE!” yelled Deryl as he bursted into the room, earning the attention of other students.

“WHAT?!” The group exclaimed.

To be continued…?

[josnhoes]

Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader.

This part focuses on Damien. The POV switches from Reader to Damien part way through.

May or may not get a part two.

Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader

Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, stalking, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, drugging, mentioned abduction, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older

You never expected being saved by Batman and the Robin brood would ever cause worse trouble then what you were saved from. But life never worked how things are supposed to. You looked at the barred window and tried to remember *how* things got to this.

You liked to think you had a pretty good life, you had your own little apartment in a slightly better part of Gotham; you had a job at a local coffee and book shop. Money could be tight at times, and your savings were slim, but you were taken care of and as safe as you could be in Gotham.

You alternated weekends volunteering at the local animal shelter too. You always liked animals and if Karma was real it was always good to put good energy into the world. Your free time was spent recovering from such a busy week and hanging out with friends. You were painfully normal which oddly enough made you weird in Gotham. Everyone in Gotham had something odd about them or their situation in life. You had yet to meet yours.

The first time you were saved by Batman it had been during a bank robbery. You had gone in to pull out some money; the ATMs outside were still busted from some kids breaking into them for a tiktok...well that's what they claimed most knew it *was* for the cash. As you hold your arms up the loaded robber making everyone go to a wall, you couldn't help but feel like you were being put up for execution. A firing line of hostages and you were in the middle.

You blessedly didn't have to think on that too long and Batman and his current Robin busted in taking down a major chunk of the group. You weren't a hero but when it looked like one of the gun men were about to shoot Robin you moved. Tackling the guy to the groud knocking his gun away. A mistake on your part as Robin was aware and ready to move so he didn't *need* saving, and now the pair's eyes were on you.

Later that week you were surprised by Robin on your balcony. Robin...who you would later Learn was Damien Wayne... had come to 'assess' you. For what you didn't know is he already knew everything about you. His entire family did; Damien just wanted to be the first to speak to you.

The conversation was emotionally charged for sure; Robin scolded you for putting yourself in harm's way. Which was fair since you weren't exactly trained for that kind of thing. But the whiplash from scolding to thanking you and you could swear you saw a blush on his face. Apparently, saying thank you to a civilian was embarrassing for him.

Robin...no Damien proceeded to then lecture you about being up so late, and how important sleep was to grow. Bold words coming from a half pint who probably slept once a week. No way this kid wasn't in school, and he spent most his nights on the streets fighting crime so he assumedly didn't have time to sleep. This ended in him bullying you into going to sleep.

Damien didn't like the idea of having been saved by a civilian. To make matters worse his siblings had use it to tease him. Your actions had gotten all of their attention. Tim had poured himself into finding out more about you using your social media, and anything else he could get into digitally. His predecessor was more then happy to share *everything* he'd found.

You were so....so normal. A sparkling clean civilian. You had some issues, nothing he nor the family couldn't help with. You were exactly the type of person he and his family strived to protect, if he didn't act Gotham would ruin you. He made that opinion known very vocally too. For once his father and siblings listened to reason the first time.

He'd originally come to your window to scope your home out. At 3 in the morning he expected you to be in bed, but you were up. You had no cause to be up so late so he made himself and his lecture about your health known. He'd even managed to scold his way into your home.

Your home was...eclectic. *Clearly* you didn't have the funds for frivolous things, your furniture was old and worn. But there was a lot of personality here. All of it a hint to who you were in private. He would have to investigate further once he got you into bed. A task that had been almost too easy. He stayed until you were asleep and began investigating your home.

You loved animals, something he could bond with you later about. There were some games; video and board, which would help the others both with you. But you had lots of books too. Various types but the most common ones being fantasy or romance; Todd would be ecstatic.

You had some medications, nothing he didn't know of from Tim's digging into you. Several people them had more then they should in them, obviously you were forgetting to take them regularly. Which wouldn't do. He'd have to tell father sooner. But oh wouldn't they all be jealous he got to know you first, see how you live, and even tucked you in!

It would all work out, he would see to it himself if need be. Soon they'd bring his new little sibling home, and all of them could protect and care for them like they deserved.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

my girl 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as possible age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your brother’s friend from work starts hanging out a lot more often. (short!reader)

Characters: Captain Syverson

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

After dinner, you volunteer to do the dishes. It’s an easy way out of the awkward social cues and you find, it keeps your mom off your back so you can get a chapter in. You finish up, drying each and placing them neatly in the cupboards. Having defeated the dirty plates, you grab your book and head out to the porch. 

As the sun sets, the daytime heat dissipates into a mellow coolness. The smell of dew laces the fresh air. You lay back on the porch swing, feet up on the armrest as you read, the glow of the outside light giving just enough to make out the font. 

You plunge into the fictional realm head first. The buzz of crickets gives way to the eerie atmosphere of the underworld caverns and the night shifts in time with imaginary shadows. You are there with the party, trekking through the treacherous, waiting for a beast to surprise you. 

The front door swings open and hits the end of the swing. You squeak as the book slips free of your grasp and falls to the ground. You sit up as you crane to see over your shoulder, an orc-like silhouette adding to your fright. It isn’t real.  

Your vision clears and you return to reality. It’s only Sy. His eyes look just as startled as he looks down at you then his eyes skitter over to the ground. 

Before you can reach over the edge of the bench, Sy moves to grab the book. He lifts it and smooths the pages, dusting off the cover. He examines it before he hands it over. 

“Sorry, I’m a big lug sometimes,” he says as you accept the book and search for your place. 

“It’s fine,” you smile and keep your thumb between the pages. 

He reaches to rub the back of his neck then drags his hand over his beard. You noticed the same gesture several times during dinner and before that. It seems a habit that betrays a thoughtful mind. 

“Good book?” He gestures towards the novel. 

You look down and tilt your head, “it’s alright. Typical fantasy, you know?” 

“Ah,” he nods as the porch light leaves his features in darkness. 

“Mmhmm,” you smile and sit straight on the swing, your legs dangling over the edge. 

He steps closer and puts his hand on the post that holds the bench aloft, “erm, dinner was good.” 

“Oh? Yeah, it was.” 

“I know ya made some of it so... wanted to say so.” 

“Uh, right,” you laugh nervously, “yeah, guess I did.” 

He’s quiet and you’re just as speechless. The night breeze does little to cool the scald of tension all around you. Why is he talking to you? He should be grunting at Isaac’s dumb jokes. 

“Anyway, gotta head out,” he shifts on his feet, “you have a good night.” 

“Er, sure, you too,” you cheep. 

“Mmm, sure will,” he answers and lets go of the swing, turning to continue to the stairs. He stops at the top and looks back, “don’t stay out here too late. Thunderstorm coming.” 

“Is there?” You wonder as you look up at the sky, the moon clear. 

“So I heard,” he shrugs and sets off down the stairs with clomping steps. 

You stare after him as he stalks off, following the path down to the long driveway and to his large truck. The street light illuminates his silhouette as you feel the dampness woven into the wind. You sit back and let out a ‘huh’. You hadn’t noticed it until he said something, then again, you hadn’t been living in that world. 

💕

“Peanut!” Your mom calls to you from down the hall. “Little help!” 

You sigh and finish the sentence. You roll your eyes up and mark your page. You sit up, frustrated as each page seems to be interrupted by one thing or another. You roll of the bed and leave the book on your pillow. 

You open your door and a roiling wall of heat blasts you in the face. You head down the hall and find your mother a humid mess as she works in her apron, her forehead sticky, and a pan in her hands. She drops it with a clang on the stove top and puffs. 

“Ugh, these things are never going to cook,” she tuts and shakes her head. 

“Mom?” You cross your arms and lean in the doorway. Even with central air, her broil has the house as hot as Mordor. “What’s up?” 

“Well, I was hoping you’d make your apple blossoms for dessert but I just got a call from Isaac,” she shakes her head and wipes her sweaty brow. “He forgot his lunch.” 

“Oh,” you purse your lips and nod. 

“So, peanut, you wanna go for a ride? I’d take it myself but I’m in the middle of something,” she smiles and fans herself. “And I’m an absolute mess!” 

“Yeah, I guess I could,” you shrug, trying not to let your disappointment burn through. Considering she isn’t pressuring you to get a summer job like everyone else’s parents, you won’t push it.  

“You’re amazing, pea,” she trills and goes to the fridge. She pulls out a container of yesterday’s leftovers and shoves them into your hands, “and tell your brother not to be late.” 

“Sure,” you utter. 

“Ah, and if you run into Sy, you tell him he’s more than welcome to come by. Should be all sorts of extras tonight.” 

“Right,” you take the container and find a cloth bag to put it in. You head back to your room and swipe up your book and your phone. Just in case. 

You pluck your mom’s keys off the hook by the door as you slip into your sandals, the straps braided leather. You chose them because the little daisies reminded you of a woodland elf. You take your brother’s lunch and grumble as you cross the lawn. 

Your mother’s car is nicer than your dad’s truck. More manageable for you. You don’t need to adjust the seat very much and you can see the road, mostly.  

You take the drive slowly, enjoying the greenery of the neighbourhood. Your brother can suffer his own negligence. He’s an adult and he’s still forgetting his lunch at home. As always, someone else is cleaning up after him. 

You pull up to the shop. You’ve been there once or twice but never inside. As you get out of the car, you hesitate. Should you knock? You approach the heavy metal door and peer around.  

A whistle comes from your left and you turn as Sy appears from around the side of the building. His face is darkened above his beard and around his hairline with the residue of his work. The faint outline of safety glasses leaves a lighter patch in the middle of his face. 

“Hey,” his voice is sonorous as he holds a pair of gauntlets. “Everything okay?” 

“Um,” you blink at him then look back at the car. “Yeah, uh, my brother forgot his lunch.” 

You hold up the bag in your hand. He nods, his face placid. Impossible to read. In his leather apron and with his thick arms bulging under his sweaty tea, he reminds you of a dwarf in a Tolkien tale. You gulp and fidget. 

“Real nice of you to drop that off,” he says as he comes closer, “you’re real sweet like that.” 

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you clasp your wrist and sway nervously. 

“Want me to take it into him? Wouldn’t want ya ruining your clothes with all the fire.” 

“Er, I... if you don’t mind.” 

“If you’re askin’, I don’t mind,” he holds out a large hand, “I’ll get him that.” 

“Right, thanks,” you put it in his hand as he stares down at you, his gaze as hot as the torch he works with. 

“It’s nothing at all,” he assures. 

You smile nervously and back up as he towers over you. You rub your throat and look around again. You feel bad not offering now. 

“Mom said if you wanna come for dinner, we’ll have extra,” you say. 

He hums and puts his gauntlets against the bottom of the container as he holds it in both hands, making it seem tiny. 

“Won’t say no to dinner with a pretty girl,” he intones. 

Your eyes flick up and meet his. No, your mom invited him. He’s just being nice, right? The way he always is, at least when he bothers to speak up. Maybe he's even talking about her.

“I should... go,” you point with your thumb. 

“If you say so,” he agrees, “drive safe.” 

“Will do,” you spin and scurry off. Oof, you are so friggin awkward you could just-- 

You trip and stagger, keeping yourself on your feet. You cringe and turn back, giving a wave to assure him you’re not a total loss, then open the door. You keep your head down, refusing to look at him as you buckle in. 

Maybe you can convince your mom to let you eat in your room. 

[fernpetals]

Full of Terror(Part 3 of The Night is Dark)

Masterlist

Yandere Constantine x Reader

The final part of this fic. I suggest the readers check out parts one and two first before proceeding with the third part.

Warning: Dark arts, manipulation, manhandling, stalking, dub-con elements and paranormal elements

You think you know Constantine enough. But perhaps not enough yet.

After your last conversation, Constantine called and texted you repeatedly for a week—a whole week before it all went radio silent. It was a bit strange and even made you worry, but you never tried to reach out outright and assumed that he made peace with the parting.

A part of you is surprised at how easily he has done that. It makes you feel as if you never meant much to him. It will take a while, you realise, to heal yourself. You will mingle with friends like before, not caring about staying indoors just because creatures lurk in the dark. You believe Constantine. You have seen and felt things, too, with him. But none of them have been threatening. He kept you sheltered, and by the stories you've heard, you have come to realise how meticulous he had been in keeping you protected. And you will always be thankful to him for that.

Everything is quiet and peaceful.

Until the dreams start.

They start subtly—like being in Constantine's apartment and feeling his presence but never seeing him. He is just around, just out of grasp, but close—very close.

And day by day, like a weed, they grow. You see Constantine. Sometimes in his apartment, sometimes in the same bedroom, you spent so many nights in.

And sometimes, in a garden of sorts.

There are vines--flowering vines, lush trees, blossoms and the waft of your favourite flowers. But at one spot, they wither away. Dried leaves and dying plants and rotten flowers wait there. The place, where Constantine sits. And he looks up to meet your gaze. His eyes hold the yearning you wish he had shown.

"I need you."

Buzz Buzz Buzzzzzzzzzzzz----

Your alarm buzzes until you press it down. Your vision is blurry but you swear you see a hint of the familiar white shirt at the edge of your bed. Wide-eyed, blinking and gasping, you spring up into a sitting position. The faint morning light illuminates your room and as your vision clears, find yourself alone. As you are supposed to be.

You wake up feeling spent. Even throughout your working hours, you run mostly on caffeine and try not to think about your 'dreams'. Maybe moving on isn't as easy. Maybe at the back of your mind, you still yearn for Constantine.

But the dreams never stop. They escalate. They keep escalating. It takes a week more before you find yourself back in Constantine's apartment.

Are you dreaming? Lucid-dream?

Why does it feel so real?

You gasp, feeling the all-too-familiar tongue on your folds. A shudder passes through you with a quiver gasp. You know it's Constantine, without even looking.

You whimper, feeling your fingers diving through his hair like dolphins on a golden sea. Perhaps it is golden. The bedroom is lit with the last sunrays of the day.

'Can anyone make you feel what I can?'

You--wait-- you do not hear him say that---no you hear his voice echo in your mind!

It's hard to dwell on that, it's hard to even think properly when you are dangling on the edge. And just like, one more swipe, the curl of his tongue and you are gasping, rolling your hips and shattering.

You wake up again. Gasping but for all the wrong reasons. You expect it to be a bright Sunday morning, but the clock shows three o'clock instead. A time you know Constantine is often awake, and out. Actually, he doesn't sleep much at all.

There.

You are thinking of him again. How can you not? if he is the one you dream of all night, every night!

No.

You sigh and turn to the side. This needs to stop.

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What are you doing?

No one is asking you this but yourself. It's a bad idea, you know it is. But you have tried everything else and yet Constantine keeps showing up in your dream, and the way you orgasm in your sleep only shows that maybe, you do need a little something to keep your mind wandering off.

Hooking up with a colleague is not the best idea. But in your defence, he works on a whole different floor and maybe, you two will never see each other again.

But at the moment, when he takes you to your bedroom while you two can barely take your hands off of each other, you are too wet to think much and his fingers smell like you.

Yes, it started at a library, actually.

Pretty cliche, and risky.

But the fact that it was the library Constantine often frequented and you found yourself without even remembering when you took a subway to that place, is concerning.

Anyway, you have known Adam since you joined the workplace. A nice guy, the gentlemanly type, nice to everyone but can be sarcastic. He passed you a smile every time you both bumped into each other and that was it.

Was.

Because right now, he is undressing in front of you while you fumble with your own pants. He hasn't even undone his pants before he comes to kiss you, dives in like he really wants you.

And truly, the feeling of being wanted like that is something you have e craved. Unlike Constantine, there's no trace of amusement, no mockery (harmless but sometimes it did hurt) and no off-handed comments that keep reminding you that there is nothing beyond this situation-ship.

Ironically, with Adam, it is that seems more fitting. Not even a situationship, no, you are not going there. It is simply a one-night stand, or maybe a fling to the most. When he pulls away, you smile at how good it feels. His gasps reach your ear before you open your eyes, only for your smile to drop at the sight of him holding his neck while he gasps.

"Adam? Adam? Wh--what's happening?"

He can't form words and you are blind with panic as you stumble to get your phone while he crumbles into the ground, wheezing with his eyes blown wide, almost black. He is on his knees but he arches back at an unnatural angle.

The sight makes you freeze. Actually, freeze before you notice it. A smell. A foul, smell of sulfur Constantine has always warned you against.

Constantine!

You drop calling an ambulance and instead, let your shaky fingers press the buttons until you hear Constantine's phone ring. He doesn't take too long but for you, each minute feels like a step closer a an unknown void, especially when you feel it.

Something has changed in the room. The air is unnaturally charged, and there's a man bent in a clearly uncomfortable position in front of you, fighting for his life while you can do nothing but just pray.

"Cons---"

"John! John I---I need you here! I----" you gasp between tears, trying to suppress your shaking hands and the sob bursting through.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm going to be right there hmm? Sit tight, don't open the door until it's me, stay on the phone."

"Please come fast, please, I'm---I'm fuck--I'm scared John."

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You do not even remember how long it takes for him to reach you. But when he bangs on the door, you almost laugh in relief through your tears before scrambling to open the door.

"Hey, you okay?" The way he cups your face feels like you are home.

But you are under your roof, in your home. Aren't you?

Then how does his touch feel like a hearth?

"(Y/N), you're scaring me. Are you okay? You are hurt anywhere?"

You shake your head, unable to conjure words. You try, you really try your best to not begin sobbing like a scared little girl in front of him. You have to prove him wrong, he always said how vulnerable you are and that he hopes you never have to see what he faces daily.

"Hey, hey hey, it's okay, it's alright. It's all over, see?"

What?

You frown and look around, suddenly realising that you do feel lighter. Your colleague is lying unconscious on the floor.

"Motherfucker ran as soon as it felt me."

It.

Not he, she, they...IT.

"A--that was..."

"A demon, preying on the vulnerable."

Blinking your tears, you look up to Constantine, feeling his hands cup your face. But you are shaking like a leaf. Your legs feel brittle, and then they give away. But you don't fall. Instead, you find yourself tucked in Constantine's arms—his safe, warm arms. You smile, holding on to him tighter, soaking his 'two-hundred-dollar shirt' that he loves so much.

But at the moment, Constantine doesn't mind, he just holds you, lets you cry, be vulnerable, and shushes you.

You wish he had done this sooner.

Why didn't he pull you in his arms that morning?

And before that?

And the many times he had the chance to but pulled away until he finally pushed you away for good.

And now, despite clinging to his arms, you know nothing will be the same again. He broke your heart many times before you decided that the morning would be the last. You cannot open your heart to him again.

"He--He might need medical attention, I think?" You try to pull away but fail.

"A bit of holy water with herbs would do." Constantine's grip tightens around you, preventing you from moving away. "Why don't you wait in the car?"

"Wh-what? Why?"

"I need to make sure that the thing does not try to enter your home, or that your friend is safe. It's safer that way. Hmm?"

You do not argue with him, a part of you is desperate to get away from this place though. So you only nod and walk out of your apartment.

.

Once the door shuts behind him, Constantine's eyes glide over the place. This place practically hides your sweet smell with the vile stink of rotten eggs now. He hates it.

He hates to do this to you but what choice did you leave him with? You practically closed yourself off from the moment. He could not even read your aura.

Constantine has no idea how you managed to do that but that is a digging he can do later. Right now, he has to make sure this man...Lives.

He is not going to ensure a seat in Hell just yet. For now, all he has to do is repent for using a demon. That is not something that cannot be forgiven. He simply needs to be smart this time and learn more—the universe's rules can be bent if he is smart enough.

"Open your mouth." He snarls, before shoving a pouch full of herbs into Adam's mouth.

The poor man wakes up to a coughing fit, wheezing breathlessly. It takes every fibre of Constantine's being to not strangle him. He had seen it. This man's, this weak and ignorant little man's fingers have been inside you.

How foolish can you be?

But Constantine cannot bring himself to blame you. It has been his fault, entirely. He can still sense that you are trying to keep your energy closed.

But that's okay, he simply needs to work harder. The dreams did not work, at least this summoning did.

No one can protect you better than him, you must realise that. He would rather work harder to keep you hidden and safe than live a life without you in it.

"Get the fuck out of here." He hisses at the panicked man who is already scrambling to get his clothes.

As soon as he is left alone in your apartment, he makes sure to cleanse the place thoroughly and cast a protection spell. You are going to be living with him for a while though, safe, snug and right where you belong---in his arms.

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Putting aside all of the jokes and technicalities and such…do you think Marinette is a stalker?

Buckle up folks, this is gonna be a long one.

Personal Bias

When I was 14-years-old, a "friend" of mine got a crush on me and I made it clear that I wasn't interested. He then proceeded to follow me around school, often blocking my path so I couldn't go anywhere without talking to him. He knew I was uncomfortable with this, but refused to stop until I got school authorities involved. By the time it was all over, he basically had a school-imposed restraining order where he wasn't allowed to go near me unless he wanted detention.

When I was 16, another "friend" was so upset that I was dating someone who wasn't him that he figured out how to get into my school email and, through that, one of my socials. He proceeded to try to break me and my boyfriend up. He almost succeeded.

When a male friend of mine was around 16, he turned down a girl who had a crush on him. She and her friends proceeded to harass him on a consistent basis because she knew his schedule and used it to trap him in certain spots like when he was waiting for the bus. They wouldn't stop no matter what he did or said. It only stopped when school officials got involved.

When my cousin was in high school, a boy started following her home every day. It got so bad that the cops were called, but they refused to do anything because he wasn't "threatening enough." Her family had to move and switch what school she went to in order to get away from him.

As you may know, I have seen Miraculous. So has my male friend. So has my cousin. We were all some level of fan at one point or another and have talked about the show critically together. Guess who didn't phase any of us?

Marinette.

Stalking 101

Definition One

Stalking is pattern of behavior directed at a specific person that would cause a reasonable person to fear for the person’s safety or the safety of others; or suffer substantial emotional distress. (Source)

Definition Two

“Stalking is a pattern of repeated and unwanted attention, harassment, contact, or any other course of conduct directed at a specific person that would cause a reasonable person to feel fear,” according to the Department of Justice. Similar to crimes of sexual violence, stalking is about power and control.

Stalking laws and definitions differ from state to state. Stalking behavior can take many forms including:

Making threats against someone, or that person's family or friends

Non-consensual communication, such as repeated phone calls, emails, text messages, and unwanted gifts

Repeated physical or visual closeness, like waiting for someone to arrive at certain locations, following someone, or watching someone from a distance

Any other behavior used to contact, harass, track, or threaten someone

(Source)

Marinette Overview

When I say that Marinette isn't a stalker, this isn't me blindly defending my favorite character*. It's me considering her against the real-life stalkers I have actually dealt with as well as professional discussion on what stalking is and why it happens. When I look at those and then look at Marinette, she just doesn't fit the label.

"Stalker" is not a synonym for "creep." It's a term for specific patterns and types of behavior. When people use the term "stalker" for her, it never seems to come from some deep nuanced argument about her overall behavior. It comes from a handful of scenes where the writers absolutely take her too far. Those scenes understandably creep some viewers out. If those viewers just called her "creepy," then I wouldn't argue against them. Instead, they slap the "stalker" label on Marinette and call it a day without a second thought. I find that incredibly annoying in an analytical context and incredibly unappealing in a writing context for reasons we'll get to at the end.

That doesn't mean that I agree with Marinette's every action. The writers have made her do some extremely questionable things and I'm happy to criticize those moments! But, while I will happily agree that individual episodes take her too far, the overall picture doesn't fit a stalker even if you take things at face value and pretend that nothing is a joke/ignore that Miraculous is a comedy which is not how good analysis works. Ignoring the fact that Miraculous is a comedy shows poor media literacy and is another reason I can't take the stalker claims seriously.

If Marinette is a stalker, then every adult who showed up at Adrien's house in Party Crasher needs to be arrested because wtf were they doing showing up to a party thrown by unchaperoned 14-year-olds? If we take that episode seriously, then it's super creepy! But it's clearly not meant to be taken seriously because this is a comedy. The adults showing up was just done to make Adrien's party seem insane, not concerning like it would be in the real world. If you can wrap your head around that, but you're also trying to argue that Marinette's behavior in this episode was "problematic," then I just can't take you seriously. Pick a lane. Either all of the jokes are serious character beats or none of them are.

Marinette Analysis

To really dig into this, let's quickly look at a few of Marinette's worst behaviors and talk about why they don't set off my alarm bells for her character being a stalker. As we go over these, I want you to keep two things in mind:

stalking is about patterns of behavior not one-off bad choices

stalkers use stalking as a way to control and own their victims

Following Adrien Around

If Marinette were written as a stalker, she'd be doing this on the daily. She'd follow Adrien home every time we see him go home. She'd be at every one of his outdoor photo shoots. She'd transform into Ladybug and use binoculars to watch him in his room. But she doesn't. Most of the time, Marinette is happily living her life while Adrien lives his. She's more likely to watch his commercials than watch him which is not how stalkers work. That is how you write a fan, not a stalker.

There are a few episodes that do have Marinette follow him around, but it's always done as a way to start the plot and never as a fun little character beat like Marinette making Tikki hats. Even then, I think the Shanghai special is the only time when Marinette just randomly follows him somewhere to be with him (it's her most stalkerish moment, imo, but it's quite notably a one-time thing). Most of the time, there's an inciting incident that leads her to follow him for some reason other than just watching Adrien.

For example, Oni-Chan has Lila being creepy and lying her way into Adrien's home, leading Marinette to follow to see what's going on. That's not stalker behavior. That's comedically exaggerated concerned friend behavior. I could see Alya or Nino doing the same thing if they were allowed to be smart when Lila was around.

Sneaking into Adrien's Home

Once again, this doesn't happen in most episodes. I can only think of four out of 125: Chat Blanc, Party Crasher, Oni-Chan, and Gabriel Agreste. In each of these episodes, Marinette sneaks into the mansion - or tries to sneak into the mansion - because of some sort of mission or special circumstances and not as part of her normal behavior. For example, Chat Blanc is arguably the most questionable of these, but it starts because Marinette's girlfriends challenge her to give Adrien a present and not because Marinette just decided to go to the mansion:

Rose: That's it, Marinette! No more picnics, sleepovers, or going to the movies with us until you give him that gift! You made that hat for Saint Athanasius Day, which is today! How is Adrien's supposed to know you're thinking of him on his fifth name's day if you don't give him your gift? Alya: She's right. Today is the day! All the girls except Marinette: Go, go, go, go, go, go!

But when Marinette gets there, Nathalie won't let her in or allow her to wait. Nathalie doesn't even offer to take the gift, so Marinette sneaks in to leave the present behind. Good behavior? No, but not Marinette going to the mansion of her own volition to creep on Adrien. While this leads to the totally creepy pillow sniff moment, that's pretty much all Marinette does outside of leaving the gift. She doesn't go snooping in Adrien's room like Lila does in Oni-Chan because the point of this episode wasn't to make Marinette look like a villain or a creep. It was about punishing Marinette for using her powers to give Adrien a gift with her name on it as that's too selfish, I guess.

In fact, none of these episodes were trying to make Marinette look like a villain or a creep. Each one made her do something questionable, but only so that the plot would work. No present, no Chat Blanc. No party crashing or fake butler disguise and Marinette isn't there for the akuma. When there's no plot-necessary reason for Marinette to be at the mansion, she isn't. That's not how you write a stalker. For her to be a stalker, she needs a lot more Chat Blanc moments where she just sneaks in to leave him things or sniff his pillow. We need a pattern, not a one-off moment.

Having Adrien's Schedule

I know I'd said I'd take things more seriously than a comedy calls for in this discussion, but it's impossible to take this one even remotely seriously. How would Marinette even have Adrien's schedule for the next three years? Where did she get it? How is she keeping it up to date when things absolutely change on a weekly basis? How is anyone missing that this is a joke, especially when you consider how the show writes Marinette outside of this episode (Gigantitan)?

While Marinette is sometimes shown to know about things like Adrien's fencing schedule, most episodes present Marinette as if she's reacting to things that she just learned about. For example, in Backwarder, she freaks out about Adrien going to England with Kagami for a wedding that would have been on Adrien's schedule for months if not years.

Why would Marinette do that if she has his schedule? If she's a stalker, then as soon as she heard about the wedding, she'd be on a mission to find out if Adrien has a date and if there are any threats in attendance. She'd probably even find a way to stop Kagami from going like messing with her food. But Marinette doesn't do any of that. Instead, she's written as if she just found out about the wedding and is making up a plan on the fly:

Marinette: Girls! We have a very serious situation! (The girls are cuddled up in the couch, all of them except Rose looking extremely tired)Adrien and his father have been invited to the Royal Wedding in England this weekend. Alya: (annoyed and exhausted) That's the “emergency’’ you called us over here for on a Saturday morning? (frowns) Marinette: You don't get it! Kagami and her mother are going too! (paces around the room doing dramatic hand gestures) Which means that Adrien and Kagami will be spending an entire weekend together!

And her plan ends up being to give Adrien a note and hope for the best. Not exactly the obsessive, controlling behavior you'd go for if you were writing a stalker.

This also implies that, at most, she probably knows his weekly routine which isn't weird since that's something he'd talk about to his friends. Like all of Marinette's worst behavior, the "knows his schedule for the next three years thing" was a one-off gag. Please stop obsessing over it. This isn't how characterization works.

(Note from my male friend who I discussed this post with: the line about the schedule did put him on edge because of his experiences, but that quickly passed as Marinette's behavior didn't back up the line from a stalking POV.)

Stealing Adrien's Stuff

I'm pretty sure the only time Marinette steals something from Adrien when she takes his phone in Copy Cat. "I left an embarrassing message and have to delete it" is an established comedic plot that has been done by dozens of shows and not something uniquely chosen for Marinette, but let's ignore that for a moment and pretend that it's a serious character beat and not a comedy doing something silly because it's a comedy and that's how they work.

Even if we remove all that context, Marinette still isn't acting like a stalker. When my stalker hacked into my email, he was doing it in an effort to control me, not to delete an embarrassing message. He read everything he could find and used that to mess with me. It's actually how I discovered he'd done it. He knew too much. Marinette doesn't do anything like that. She deletes her message and then puts the phone back because stealing the phone wasn't about stalking Adrien. It was about fixing her mistake. A stalker would go through the phone to learn everything about her obsession.

Conclution

None of this is meant to say that everything Marinette does is totally fine and I think people are overreacting if her worst moments upset them. I hate many of the choices they've made for her character and think they were total missteps. If a real person was doing the things Marinette does, then I'd be getting psychiatric services involved because this isn't healthy. I could even see it devolving into actual stalking as the early warning signs are there.

However, Marinette's behavior isn't meant to be realistic and taken at face value. She's the fictional star of a comedy where the writers decided to make her failed confessions a running gag so they had to keep coming up with ridiculous situations to put her in based around her crush. That context matters when evaluating her character and deciding if her actions are meant to be as serious as Chat Blanc ending the world or silly as adults at a teenager's party in Party Crasher. For the majority of seasons one to five, it's very clearly Party-Crasher silly. That doesn't mean you need to like the jokes - I certainly don't - it just means that you do need own that they're jokes if you're trying to do any sort of serious analysis of Marinette's character.

I went through several elements of her behavior not to say that she's totally pure and fine, but to show you that people are taking a handful of really bad moments and acting like it's her standard behavior which isn't how large-scale character analysis works. I was also highlighting the difference between a character who is purposely written as a stalker and a character being the victim of a bunch of adult men making massive missteps while trying write a comedy about a teenage girl with a monster crush. If you want to take her behavior seriously in the context of what jokes are appropriate and what ones go too far, then be my guest! But that's not character analysis even if the analysis is focused on Marinette's character. It's a comedy or writing analysis. Any quality analysis of Marinette's character as a whole and how we're supposed to read her has to take the context of her actions into account.

To write Marinette as a real stalker, you have to go a lot further than the writers did. You have to make her worst behavior constant and not just occasional bad calls. You have to make her feel dangerous and change the tone from comedy to horror. You need to have her friends react with concern instead of egging Marinette on or pushing her into situations as if Marinette's behavior is fine. You need to have Tikki being deeply concerned and not just mildly exasperated. Canon doesn't do any of that because the writers don't intend Marinette's behavior to be read as concerning. When you look at the full context of canon, it's glaringly obvious that the problem is that the writers sometimes make poor calls when exaggerating her crush to tell jokes and not intentional elements of Marinette's character that you should take at face value.

Bonus Salt Fic Discussion

I said at the top that I find the stalker Marinette takes "incredibly unappealing in a writing context" and so I'll end with that as that is more nuanced than bad analysis.

Did canon give us a handful of moments that you can really lean on to back a read that Marinette is an unhinged stalker? Yes, it did. I can't say that people are making that shit up. The Shanghai special and Derision are especially solid "proof." Is fanfic often about obsessing over single moments and little details to an absurd degree no matter how insignificant those details are? Yep, I can't deny that either. That's not unique salter behavior.** Does Miraculous have wildly inconsistent characterization for basically every character with more the one appearance, making it so that you have to pick and choose what you're going to embrace as "canon" for you version if you want to be even remotely coherent with your own characterizations? 100%

All of that is why I'm on the record as saying that I get where the Marinette salt is coming from just like I get the Adrien salt and the class salt and so on. It's standard fandom behavior to bash characters you don't like and the salt takes aren't even doing that thing where people make shit up. It's all based on canon because canon keeps making terrible choice after terrible choice! I just don't find it fun because salt fics are all about embracing the worst writing in the show and expanding upon it, which is the exact opposite of what I want to see when I'm reading fic. I read fic to see better versions of canon! I don't want to be reminded of canon's very real problems. Problems I only expect to get worse as time goes on.

I have no doubt that season six will bring with it a bunch of new moments where Marinette and others act terribly. I wouldn't even be shocked if we reach a point where I agree that Marinette's standard behavior makes her feel dangerous because season five's ending certainly set things up to go there. However, for now, the worst label I'd put on her is "creepy" and that's only in the context of specific episodes. Generally speaking, she's fine.

*Btw, Marinette isn't actually my favorite character. My favorites are Alya, Plagg, and Adrien

**As an example of fandom obsessing over a more neutral detail and elevating it beyond anything canon ever dreamed of, I'll draw your attention to the fandom's obsession with Adrien saying that Marinette is "just a friend." I have come across multiple fics that would have you think that's his catch phrase. A pattern which was deeply confusing because I could only recall him saying it once or twice. After some digging, as best I can tell, he says those words four times and it's never even to Marinette's face, which is wild when you think about how many fics have her parroting the line as if he says it to her all the time. I've even had people tell me that he says that line all the time when that's very clearly not the case. I'd say it's weird, but it's probably just a variation of the fact that eye-witness accounts of crimes are notoriously inaccurate. People just don't remember things accurately.

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From Yulia-k ask. I'm adding a follow up question. I agree with your respond. Why is Paul basically saying that JOHN found Yoko, and JOHN was madly in love with Yoko and he, Paul had to make way for her, and John-Paul couldn't continue as it was. It just sounds like something is missing in his own choice in this, like the India theory, or that Paul rejected John. It more sounds to me in every shape and form that Paul lost John because he found Yoko. "Then came the lawyers" etc. From Paul's pov. Why was Paul finding Linda a bigger problem to Paul? Paul must have known how John was gonna react to that after all his jealousy from the past.

I actually have an earlier meta regarding this that you would find interesting! I'll also insert it into my queue.

To add on to what we said a few years ago, I think Paul gave up on the relationship and couldn't think of a way to save it, while still trying to cling to it. The description of the "I want a divorce" meeting has Paul flinging out options to John about what The Beatles could do next, so stuff like another tour, doing another movie (presumably a proper one and not another documentary.) Paul knew that it was done and over but he couldn't bring himself to make that break. In a way he forced John to end it because he didn't want to do it himself. Hence why Paul made the point a few times that John initiated the divorce first and Paul simply announced it to the media.

I don't think meeting Linda was necessarily a problem per se. It seems more like Paul sees her as a natural consequence of John deciding to go off with Yoko. It's important to remember that Yoko had been stalking John and following him, sending him used tampons, running into his car to sit between him and Cynthia, spamming him with phone calls to the point that John had to change Kenwood's landline number at least once, etc. She was a known problem and had a long history of harassment and stalking. Paul has more insight into her and John and I think he understood to a degree that her persistence was what John found attractive.

John decided to start going off with her in an official way and "accidentally" let Cynthia find him and Yoko eating breakfast together while Yoko wore Cynthia's bathrobe. Then John started divorce proceedings and Cynthia remarked in her book "John" that Paul was the only person in the media machine that had the balls to drive over to her house and comfort her. George, Ringo, Mal, George Martin everyone, was too scared of John to go see her and say "John is being a big piece of shit, I'm sorry." Meanwhile Paul took her a rose, bluntly told her that John was acting completely fucking nuts, and that he wished her well. He even made her a joking offer of marriage though I do wonder what would have happened if Cynthia had taken it. Julian would have grown up with a responsible male figure in his life at least.

So that happened either before or in the aftermath of the New York City trip, I can't remember the timeline properly. But all of that tension was floating in the background when John and Paul went to New York to promote Apple and that's when Paul invited Linda into his limo with him and John and in John's words "next thing I know she's married to him."

So to me it looks like Linda was Paul's solution to a specific problem: John using Yoko as a tool in his ongoing war on Paul and against the lotus eating machine that is The Beatles media conglomerate. John was addicted to heroin, starving himself because his eating disorder had totally distorted his body image, and then he latched on to Yoko because she encouraged his deluded fantasies about being a guru or a messiah hence the pharmacological delusion that was "Two Virgins" and the fantasy about being reborn as a 20th century Adam and Eve.

Paul knew that John was unstable and he simply stopped trusting him. He did not see a viable future with John due to John's drug abuse, years of inconsistent behavior, and then Brian dying the awful way he did. It was all going down the drain and Paul was freaking the hell out, hence he went on a spree of asking his girlfriends if they would marry him. They all said no except for Linda. John's jealousy simply stopped being a factor for Paul. John is jealous? So what? He's been jealous before, it didn't stop him from bullying Paul over LSD, it didn't stop him from running off to Barcelona, it didn't stop him from dating his stalker and bringing her to their recording sessions, it didn't stop him from abandoning his son. And then add on to that the fact that Paul's biological clock was going off: he wanted children of his own and with Brian dead there was no longer a visible path forward for two bisexual men to have a family together. Not in 1968. And Paul wasn't growing a set of ovaries and a uterus anytime soon so he couldn't make his own.

Whatever dreams Paul had of him and John going off on their own as Lennon-McCartney, whatever that looked like, burned to ashes. Paul woke up from their shared dream of a future together and he found a stable woman with a clear head who wasn't impressed by his Beatle status and was adventurous enough to marry a guy she had known for less than a year.

For Paul, who values stability and wanted to make a good home for his future children, the choice was clear. There was no path forward for him and John, not anymore, and John seemed completely uninterested anyway. Paul's insistence that John left him first is extremely important, not just because of the details of the divorce meeting, but because in 1968 Paul was coming to grips with the reality of the situation. That John did not love him anymore and didn't want to be with him anymore and instead wanted to humiliate him and degrade him instead out of some sort of hidden injury that we can only guess at.

As far as Paul was concerned John abandoned him first and didn't try to work it out. John actively cut himself out of their picture. Paul wanted children and didn't want someone with John's stability problems in their lives. He met Linda, took a deep breath, and jumped.

[carmesi-butterfly]

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nishimura riki + fem! reader. word count 1,5k. not idols au/school au. warnings stalking (?) this one-shot is probably the most unserious thing i've ever written. not proofread.

"i checked your twitter account," said riki, trying to maintain a serious face and failing miserably, a few giggles came out of his mouth while he attempted to act normal.

"eh? that's not possible, my account is private" you looked at him with confusion, trying to decipher his weird laugh.

your twitter account has been a recurrent topic since both became friends, first of all because; who doesn't have twitter? it was the diary of the new generations, most of the teenagers had a profile in there! of course, you were one of them, but the way that you treated your account like confidential information made the japanese boy pretty suspicious.

it was a private account with no more than 15 followers, most of them probably were internet friends because it wasn't a novelty that you were not social by any means, on the contrary, you could be considered a loner, because of that, the apparent "state secret" hiding in your profile made ni-ki more than curious about what you could be secreting.

"i don't want you to get mad at me" pleaded, following that he proceeded to show you an interesting account that you knew well.

a profile named 'riri', with one of those famous headers with silly quotes you can find on pinterest and as an icon an orange cat with the emoji ☝️ referring to the recent meme that became viral, to finalize the bio was decorated with the phrase 'proud hater'. you got a request from that account just a few weeks ago, it followed most of the people you followed so it wasn't any suspicious to you, besides that's how you made a few of your friends! Following or being followed by oomfs of your oomfs, that's how social media works.

"that's you?" your voice raised annoyed and nervous, "you used that account to stalk me?!" with anger, you got up from your seat on the school rooftop.

"i wanted to know why you're hiding things from me!" his tone matched yours, being not loud enough to be heard by the other students who navigated through the school.

"if i hide things from you there's a reason!" your mood escalated from there, not only did your anger grow bigger but an immense urge to cry hit you.

“i-i know… I’m sorry y/n, i thought it would be something stupid, not that you like me”

riki brings your biggest secret into the conversation without any filter, dropping it like a not-warned bomb that fell into you and unloaded the last level of emotions you were hiding on a facade of pure rage.

now everything made sense, his giggly laugh without a reason while looking at you, the weird things he said that seemed like an inner joke you could not understand, the weird “i know your secret” he released randomly in your conversations... you thought it was all a joke! it's nishimura riki that we’re talking about. He enjoys pranking and tends to do and say weird stuff, it could be a completely normal behavior for him, but no, this time it wasn't.

“why did you think doing this was a good idea?” you claimed, hiding your face between the palms of your hands while a few tears slid down your face.

“sunoo once said that he knows you like me, so heeseung gave me the idea of stalking your accounts for any signal but your accounts are private… so he helped me by making a stalking account, i know it was wrong. i'm sorry, please don't cry” he begged after confessing everything, trying to get near you therefore he could calm you at least a little bit.

“sunoo and heeseung know?!” you blurted, your eyes opened as if you were trying to imitate an owl’s gaze, and your hands transitioned from covering your face to holding it, any similarity with ‘the scream’ by edvard munch is just a coincidence.

“the whole group knows” announced, opening the hell gates with a simple phrase.

“riki are you kidding me?! i don't care that you know even if you violated my privacy, because i would've told you sooner or later, but your friends?! how humiliating, i’m never coming to school again” and the catharsis started, a big flow of verbal vomit came out of your mouth going from ‘they're probably making fun of me right now’ to ‘i’m gonna delete all my social media and never use my phone again’ all of this accompanied by fat tears.

the poor boy felt hopeless, watching you practically going insane in front of him without knowing what to do to help you, or more reasonably: how to amend his mistake. luckily for him, his guardian angels appeared in the scene to help him, hiding behind the door of the rooftop heeseung (the one responsible for this mess) and jungwon (a heart warmed soul who wanted to help his friend) were hiding, their faces full of horror admiring the scene that was unloading in front of them. what happens next is worthy of a comedic movie. His friends started a physical and exaggerated demonstration of how he should calm you, hugging each other and emphasizing comfort acts such as back patting and forehead kissing. ni-ki would've burst out laughing if it wasn't for you crying like a baby.

“please don't cry, i’m sorry, you can beat me all you want if it makes you feel better” proposed completely seriously, while slowly without trying to upset you more he got closer, searching to imitate the “comforting” hug he saw his friends do, let's not lie… it was a bit awkward, but he tried and that's okay.

gradually you ended up relinquishing the embrace, starting by clinging to him delicately and finishing by squeezing his torso the strongest you could.

“beating you is not enough, i need you to die” your voice came out weird because of the amount of strength you were applying to the “hug”, but despite that, your head relied on his chest.

“you will suffer a lot without me!” a small laugh flew out of his mouth, refreshing the conversation. “are you still mad at me?” the nishimura looked down, searching for your face and any kind of reaction from it.

“yes” your response was cut and short, it could've worried your crush if it wasn't for the water dripping off your nose because of all the crying.

“u-uhm, i have something to tell you, maybe this will help you feel better” his heart started to beat faster and you could feel it through the hug, he cleared his throat in a way of trying to shake the nerves out, “the reason i did all of this stupid plan was that… i had hopes that you talked about me there, uhm…” a small pause to take a big breath after the confession interrupted the moment, but he quickly picked up the conversation, “my friends encouraged me to confess, specially sunoo, you know that he has a sixth sense with gossip” joked.

“you're telling me that… you did all of this because you like me?” you asked dumbfounded, the question got him more embarrassed than he already was, why did it make him sound so stupid?

he nodded, ignoring your attempt at visual contact while trying to hold back his smile. “then, do you feel better now?”

“no” denied, “but i know what can make me feel better” and after saying that, a naughty smile appeared on your face.

“what? i will buy you a lot of food from the cafeteria if that's what you want-”

his phrase got interrupted by you, who continued speaking, “do you remember… when i found that folder on your phone that had a ton of pictures of you trying to fake your muscles? how would you feel if i told your friends about it?” ni-ki’s smile disappeared instantly, now his face reflected nothing more than true terror.

in a matter of seconds, your bodies separated and you started running to the rooftop door. riki knew what you were trying to do, getting into the school, searching for his friends, and revealing his shameful secret! this can't be, but after being a bad friend things were not on his side, he tried following you the fast as he could but forgot a small detail, his friends hiding behind the gate. as soon as you got to the exit the spot where the two boys were hiding got exposed and both seemed nervous about that, but you couldn't care less.

“hi, guys! it's so nice to see you, i have something amazing to tell you!” your acting, so giggly and happy relaxed jungwon and heeseung who were scared of being scolded for spying. “did you know that riki-”

at that exact moment, the japanese covered his ears, not wanting to hear all the things you might be saying to his comrades who surely were going to make fun of him until the day he died. well, at least he can make fun of them because he got a girlfriend (even if you aren't his girlfriend yet) and they don't!

[theredcuyo]

i finished tgcf! Which means i can finally decide how was the first meeting in demonic Bros au!

Alright, first of all for the most part all the waiting comes from Xie Lian's shitty luck

And the second thing, when they find him is after banyue and being Qianqiu's goushi (as if the system would let them cut it sooner)

Now, i said it before but Wwx's soul compass isn't perfect and as a matter of a fact it was harder for it to find Xie Lian than to find Sqq, first, yeah, luck was interfiering, second, all the times that Xie Lian came close to what would've been death for a mortal also interfired

Third, there was someone who was actually stalking keeping an eye on him and wouldn't want them approaching Xie Lian

Anyways, here it goes! Below the cut

But after a few months they (Sqq and Wwx) were finally able to find him, if they hadn't seen the portraits before they wouldn't have been so sure, because the hell? Why is he dressed like that? Why is he picking up trash? Why is he eating a bun from the floor???? Oh well, who were they to critique Hua Cheng's taste?

Sqq sent Wwx to fix his appearence (First impressions are very important, this is our future new brother in law and a Prince!) and stayed behind to handle it first

Xie Lian was doing a little trick with Rouye, so it would look like a snake following his commands "If You like please consider to donate!"

Sqq approached calmly, already an expert on faking it "Ah, this is something i've never seen before"

Xie Lian looked up, at first he was taken aback by his appearence, it screamed wealth! Maybe he could get some money! "Is that so? Then please do watch!"

Xie Lian proceeded to ask Rouyue to make a flashy trick, and this time, Sqq honestly gasped in awe, just what was this thing? Where did it come from? "Impressive Indeed!"

"Thank you, thank you" Sqq actually took out his pouch, and after rumaging a bit he took out some money, when he handed it he wondered if the amount was right, maybe it was too little? It wasn't even a scratch into all the money Binghe gave him for the travel "...!"

Wealthy, definitely wealthy! This was so much money! Xie Lian was at a loss for words, he didn't know wheter to laugh or cry, did he look like this back then? "Is... Is young master sure?"

Sqq looked confused at him "Sorry, is it too little?"

"No, not at all! Rather..."

"Shen-ge! I'm back!" Before Xie Lian could continue speaking, a new voice approached, the wealthy young man turned to it's place "Ah, you're finally back, Wuxian"

"Sorry for the wait, did you find anything interesting?" This man looked younger than the other one, but not less impossing at all, they we're brothers perhaps? "Yes, actually, this young man here has a very impressive trick"

'Wuxian' turned around to see him, he had a kind smile on his face "Really? Can i see it, please?"

Xie Lian stared at him for a second before nodding and asking Rouyue to perform the trick again "Shen-Ge was right, impressive, very impressive!"

Wwx clapped happily and then added "Oh! You know who would really like this trick? A-Cheng!"

Sqq nodded back, all going according to plan "Ah, it is true he likes this sort of thing... Isn't his birthday coming up soon?"

"Yes! Is in a month" then they both looked at Xie Lian "Hmmm... Would this young man like to perfom at this party of us?"

"I..." Xie Lian eyed them suspiciously "Of course the pay would be far more adequate than this donation"

Oh well, nothing Xie Lian couldn't deal with "If it's really okay, may i get more information?"

"Surely! Come, come, let's talk somewhere else!" Wwx grabbed him by the arm and got him up his feet, Xie Lian stumbled for a bit, not because of being caught of ward, but because he had broken one leg not long ago, Sqq approached him, now slightly concerned "Is this young man alright?"

"Ah, yes, yes, nothing to worry about" Sqq examined him, an expert on noticing hidden injuries from so much time handling stuborn children, how are they doing know?, he wondered briefly "Still, may i take a look?"

"There really is no need"

"Not to worry, i know myself a bit of medicine" Sqq approached and Xie Lian sighed, knowing he wouldn't get out of it. Sqq took a little something out of his sleeve, it was an artifact he and Sqh had found not long ago, capable of speeding recovery from injuries, it just needed enormous amounts of energy to work, so naturally, Binghe was the only one capable of using it originally, but this body of his didn't have such problems "How is it now?"

Xie Lian had long grown used to the pain, but it was certainly more comfortable like this "Ah, it's better, it better"

"Good! Now let us go, i already saw a restaurant that looks good!" Wwx grabbed both of them and ran into a place, it wasn't anything too flashy but didn't look cheap either, Xie Lian wondered just how much money would this cost?

After they sat down and ordered, they finally got to talking "Ah, i'm sorry for the late introduction, this one's name is... Shen Yuan, the one at my side is my brother law"

Naturally, Sqq evaded using his other name, he was dead to the world after all, Wwx snickered at him then looked back at Xie Lian with a smile, "Wei Ying, courtesy name Wuxian"

Xie Lian thought he had never heard their names before, which was weird, probably this was their first time here "Nice to meet you, my name is Hua Xie"

Sqq raised his fan, trying to hide away the muffled laugh that scaped him, Wwx didn't have such decorum "Is something the matter?"

"Not at all! Wuxian is just like this, really" Sqq didn't doubt before hitting him in the head with his fan "Ouch! Ouch! Shen-Ge is being mean!"

"Is what you deserve"

"I'm telling Gege!"

"He would say to hit you again"

"Then i'm telling A-Cheng!"

"He wouldn't like you messing this up"

"Where is Hanguang-Jun when i need him? He would definitely protect me from such abuse!"

Only then did Sqq relent "That much is true, but he's not here right now, so compose yourself or i'll hit you again"

Xie Lian thought, ah, is really nice to have someone so close "Back to the matter at hand, i wanted to ask you to perfom in my younger brother in law's birthday celebration"

"That would be my little brother! He really likes this kind of trick, so i think if he saw you there he would be the happiest on the three realms"

"Will he, now? I don't think this skill is that impressive" Xie Lian didn't understand what they actually wanted, but he could push it aside for a bit, at least after eating, after all the food had already arrived. Wwx's face softened as he shaked his head slowly "I mean it, he would be the happiest and that's all i want for him"

"Hua Xie, please believe in Wuxian's words, he has a very good sense for this things, he was the one who helped me out before too" Sqq admitted, again hiding behind his fan, but reality was that neither of the three was good at dealing with emotions and one of them was to break it sooner than later, it was Wwx launching from his seat to give Sqq a hug "Aw, Shen-Ge really does like me after all!"

"I said You helped, not that i liked it! Do you know how scared i was when we met?!" He still, wasn't denying to liking him "Just who does that?!"

"It's not my fault Shen-Ge was... In that state"

"Whatever, whatever! Now get off!" Sqq started hitting him again with the fan, so Wwx finally let him go "However the matter, we really would like for you to perform"

Xie Lian stayed silent for a second, not only considering it but also a bit taken aback by how much spice Wwx was putting in his dish "It's alright then, when will this celebration be?"

"Around a month from now"

"And the place?"

"Ah, this could be a bit of a hassle, we will require you to move closer to the place, but of course we will cover all the travel and place to stay"

Xie Lian nodded, this was suspicious, but neither of them had a weird reaction to their food or drink, and they hadn't tried anything towards him for now, so he'll continue observing "Is this place far away?"

"A travel of half a day by foot"

They chatted for a bit more, but at the end Xie Lian agreed to stay around this town until the next few days, when he'll travel to this place

Interstingly enough, the next morning he met a young man dressed in red

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Woooooh, another could be a fic!

I really showed off Wwx and Sqq's dynamic for this one, and well, Xie Lian is obviously suspicious of them but it's not like he couldn't beat them if he needed to

How much less time is here from canon? Around a hundred years earlier probably, or more, so it's still a while before Xie Lian ascends for the third time (Or is it?)

Also, they obviously weren't travelling all those months, they went back and forth, but it's quite worth it

I did briefly consider if i should affect other plot lines of tgcf, but if i didn't with mdzs, i shouldn't here either, no matter how much i want to save wind Master from the horrors

Anyway, after this, Xie Lian's first visit to Ghost city is thanks to this deal with Sqq and Wwx, by this point he already knows things, much like in canon but now paradise manor won't burn down

Maybe-

[kitty-chan-art-den]

Name: Akiko Mizuki (秋子瑞希)

Age: 19

Grade: 12

Conditions: CPTSD, GAD, MDD

Personality: Aggressive, quick to anger, protective with a soft spot. Often comes off as extremely angry at all times, possessing a glare that could kill if one wasn’t too careful. Deep down, has soft spot for people that have been through/are going through abuse/mistreatment, and often becomes blinded by rage when she sees injustice occurring, even if she doesn’t act immediately, believing that some people just need to learn to stand up for themselves or they’ll become dependent on another person to save them, a hope she once had that got her into the situation she was in. Not at all trusting of strangers. Extremely loyal when she does trust someone though, and can and will die for someone if she has to.

Extra Info: An accident. That’s all Mizuki knew that she was. Her parents desperately wanted a son, but infertility made that a difficult process. Made even worse when, after finding out his wife had cheated on him with a foreigner, the harlot had the nerve to produce a daughter. It drove him over the edge into alcoholism and fits of rage, Mizuki’s mother the classic unfaithful wife that stuck around because of reasons she could never express. They hated each other, arguing loudly whenever Mizuki cried, blaming each other when she was injured, and blaming her for existing in the first place. No matter how hard she tried as a young child, she could never earn their love, appreciation, or acceptance. She was the unwanted child, the burden, the disappointment - who knew why they even kept her in the first place. As years went by, she acted out. She fought back, earning herself physical abuse as she became more and more outspoken. The physical abuse only ceased when she was big enough to throw punches back, and by then, she had her bags packed at the door, ready to leave that shitty old apartment for a friend’s place, promising that when her parents died, she’d oversee the funeral proceedings just to ensure they were buried or cremated together, stuck to one another for the rest of eternity. She was able to put herself through school, and quickly made a name for herself as a delinquent. She still passed and only got held back once, but she had a nasty attitude that deterred many from coming anywhere near her. It was a lonely life, but it was a safe one.

Once in high school, she saw a group of boys that were being harassed by the main bullies there. Initially, she only noted it and moved on, not wanting to interfere as she’d only seen the single instance. But, as time passed, she noticed the boys hiding in secluded spots, trying to avoid being harassed, only to somehow be found and mocked again, bruised and bleeding on rare occasions. They tried to get help from teachers and the principal, but nothing was done. Mizuki, tired of seeing the injustice grow worse day by day, decided to interfere once and for all. Hearing one of the boys cry out in pain, she sauntered over, and called out. Initially, the bully girls just laughed at her, but once Mizuki had their leader by the ponytail, held in midair and about to be flung around like a ragdoll, the group of bullies ran away with their tails between their legs. This formed an instant bond between Mizuki and the boys, who then decided to take after her looks and become delinquents in turn, protecting themselves as a result and turning themselves into a delinquent found family. Mizuki was temporarily suspended for the act of violence, but when she came back, she was given notes on the work for the week, warned of upcoming tests, and told that none of the boys had been harassed the entire time she was gone. She couldn’t have been happier.

In a pacifist route, Mizuki would have no interactions with Yuki - at first. Seeing him wind up fawned over, however, had her rolling her eyes and paying vague attention to Aina, noticing her stalking him around school. Mizuki wound up bumping into Yuki at some point between classes, while Yuki was receiving help from Kouki, and found him peculiar. Recalling a rumour that he alone was left to raise his little sister, she found herself concerned enough to offer some advice, having experience with being heavily parentified. As time passed, the two developed a strong bond, though it wasn’t quite decided if it was platonic or romantic - however, if she’s egged on by the boys, she might consider asking about trying a relationship.

In a genocide route, this meeting would never happen. Instead, she’d hear word of two girls going missing, and be on high alert. She knew and trusted Sora - they knew each other in middle school, and tended to hang out together as they had developed unspoken feelings toward one another. Once Sora passes, she’d be on a war path, seeking revenge against whoever dared hurt such a sweet young woman, and she’d quickly set her sights on Aina, seeing through her façade.

Her status as a rival is centred on her being a physical danger to Aina, capable of incapacitating her upon entering close-quarters combat, and as an interest for Yuki, though their relationship is more of a platonic marriage than a romantic one. When Aina is caught up in her delusions, she sees no reason at all for Yuki to be interested in a delinquent - her reputation is awful, and she’s barely allowed in school, period! Mizuki is simply an aggressive party to her, with nothing else to offer Yuki but brute force and harsh words, Aina’s delusions fully taking over fairly early on into a genocide route and toward the very tail end of a pacifist one.

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I DO NOT SUPPORT YANDEREDEV.