#couldn't come up with the context for a joke for the life of me

[spookyatmidnight]

Meet-Cute | Hermes x Fem!Reader

It's the off-season.

It means your tiny cafe is lacking in customers and foot traffic. It means the days are boring and slow.

Few visitors come, mostly for cheap coffee and a quiet atmosphere, sticking around for an hour or so. Some even less, asking for directions or change. But mostly the cafe stays empty.

The shop does well enough that your aunt COULD close for the slow season, but she insists on staying open.

'It's the reliability,' She tells you on occasion, and you can only nod in response. She's a whirlwind of a woman, and arguing is always a moot point.

There is only one patron who comes regularly. Not in any discernable pattern, mind you, but he comes more frequently than not.

Oftentimes, he asks for coffee with an ungodly amount of caffeine. His record is 27 espresso shots, and you wonder how he seems so healthy. You recall arguing for a solid five minutes the first time he'd made the request, telling him that you could not in good conscience oblige such a request.

He'd worn you down though, thanking you for the concern and assuring you he could handle it just fine. Drink in hand, he was off.

Sometimes though, he would stay for conversation and jokes. You could banter fairly well, and he seemed to like your quips based on his smile. You couldn't read his eyes through his dark sunglasses, so you had to take his grin at face value, literally.

You did wonder on occasion about him. About his caffeine addiction, and more notably, why he seemed insistent on alias' that never stayed consistent.

Harry.

Henry.

Hernando.

Harold.

They all started with H, so you took that as a small sign.

H would chatter endlessly when he stayed, perched at the counter with his handsome grin and easygoing air.

He told you once that he was a glorified errand boy, and you'd vaguely interpreted it to be some fast-paced internship or task rabbit situation.

Scattered throughout your chats you learned fragments of his family life and friends. He frequently brought up his brothers, who remained unnamed, and you separated them only by context clues.

"My brother is an ass." He'd remarked offhandedly once, sipping on his coffee. "So pompous. You change his shampoo out for dye once and he campaigns to shave your head. It wasn't even permanent!"

You eyed him as you cleaned a glass, shrugging. "Maybe next time, it should be?"

He paused and tilted his head, curious. You find it endearing.

"Permanent." You explained, smiling. "At least then the response would be measured. I mean, he'd going to get mad either way, right?"

He laughed, easy and genuine. "Maybe I should! That will teach him to lighten up!"

It won't, you thought, but it brings him joy so you leave it be.

You've noticed that he's a fan of pranks. Mostly harmless ones, the kind that inconvenience but don't damage. Like how he'd, apparently, once swapped his brother's vast weapon collection for foam replicas.

One day, you pluck up the courage to turn the tables.

He had stopped by to chat, and you make his drink as you engage, listening intently, noting how distracted he is. He doesn't even stop to smell it, he just drinks and… spits it right back out.

"What?!" He glances at the cup, and you giggle, noticing the heat of his face. He snaps his head to you, mouth agape."

"It's hot sauce. Gotcha." You fish the tiny bottle from your pocket and wiggle it, smirking.

He stares long enough that you frown, unsure if this was as good an idea as you'd once thought. Wondering, had you crossed the line?

But then he's grinning. Laughing. You ease up.

"You GOT me!" He agrees, setting the cup down. You don't tell him, there's another part to your prank.

You offer him another drink, this time making it in front of him. "There we go, no funny business this time."

He can't see you crossing your fingers behind your back.

"That was a good one." He takes the cup, setting down some cash. He always pays in cash.

"Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week." You flourish a bow, and he giggles in response.

"I've got to run." He's standing as you fumble to get his change.

"Wait, it'll be just a moment for-"

"No, keep it." He insists, and you look at the $50 he's set down on the counter.

"What?" You balk. "No way - it's too much-"

"I insist." His smile is big and bright. "It's not often someone gets me! I'll see you next time!"

He's off before you can respond. You place the money in the register, making change, so your register balance won't be off at the end of the night. You smile, wondering when he will notice your follow-up prank. Wondering about his reaction.

You had slipped food coloring into the second cup. It had been placed on top of the stack so you could grab it without suspicion. His tongue will be blue.

It's silly.

It's harmless.

You hope he enjoys it.

The next time you see him, he's not alone. Instead, there's a handsome stranger in tow. It's a man not much older than him, with blonde hair and gorgeous eyes. He wears a bored expression as he glances around the coffee shop with disinterest, contrasting with your regular who is practically abuzz with excitement.

"YOU!" He bubbles, grinning ear to ear. "My tongue was blue for an entire DAY!"

You smile, setting your book down. "Who, me?" You batter your lashes before giggling, and he laughs in response.

"Tricky girl! This is my brother. Don't mind him much, he's an ass." He whispers the last part and the stranger sneers.

"Mmmm, make me something…" He ponders a moment. "Something divine. A custom drink, make it creative." His voice is almost melodic and flows like honey.

You glance at your ingredients and nod, getting to work.

A blonde roast feels appropriate. With honey, and… you search until you find a cinnamon creamer. Honey, cinnamon… cardamom. You mix it, adding a splash of vanilla soy milk. It's creamy and decadent. You finish it with a butter foam and white chocolate drizzle before handing it over, ready for judgment.

The stranger eyes it, flicking his hazel-gold eyes to you.

"It won't color your tongue." You say, almost involuntarily, like something compelled you to answer the unasked question.

He shrugs finally and tries it, closing his eyes as he decides. "Mmm. What do you call it?"

"Umm…" You think for a moment, clicking your tongue before you smile. "Apollo's kiss?"

They both still for a moment, and suddenly your regular is doubled over with a heavy laugh.

You don't understand the joke, but the stranger's disinterest has been replaced with enraptured intrigue.

"Why?"

You blink. You shrug. This feels like a test.

"Um, well…" You trail helplessly and the words bubble and spill. "He's associated with the sun, and healing, and other things? Honey is golden, like sunshine, and has been used to heal for centuries…?"

He raises a brow. "Associated with the sun?"

"Helios is the god of the sun." You answer. His gaze is intense. "Apollo is the light. Uh, a lot of people amalgamate the two, but they're not the same…?"

He sips the drink again, and his eyes glimmer with mirth.

"Poetry and music, are his other things…" You continue, now unsure. "I was hoping the other ingredients would work together… like harmonize…"

He smiles.

Whatever test this is, you seem to have passed. It's a relief.

"You were right." He looks to his brother and elaborates no further. "I'm off now. Try to refrain from trouble."

"I don't suppose I get to know your name, either?" You pose the question, though you can guess the answer.

"Call me whatever you like." He leaves with that, and your regular beams.

"You did so well!" Your regular cheers. "Did you honestly put that much thought into that drink?"

"No." You admit. "It all sounded good. It was a scramble to make sense of it, but I think I did well?"

"So you lied!" He's grinning so wide the Cheshire Cat would be put to shame. "Clever girl, do you know mythos well then?"

"Yeah, I like it." You nod with a smile.

"Who's your favorite?" He asks with bated breath,

"Isn't that how the Trojan war started?" You smirk a bit.

"That was which goddess was the prettiest." He corrects. "I want to know who YOU like. I promise no Trojans will die over it."

You hum. "I like so many of them for various reasons. Hestia is an easy choice, she's so sweet. Hades is strong and a good husband, which is admirable. Athena is so intelligent and resourceful, a girl can admire that. Ares is a better father than he's given credit for, I like a protective father…" There's a slight wistfulness to your tone as you say it, and he hangs on every word. "Hepheastus… well… I would just want to be that man's friend. He deserves a friend."

Your conviction doesn't go unnoticed.

"But my favorite would have to beeeeee…."

He leans in.

"Hermes. I mean, what's not to love about Hermes?"

You don't know the fate you've sealed, but your words have changed the course of your destiny.

"I have to go." He says suddenly.

"Oh, so soon?" Your shoulders slump and you frown. "Well, next time then?"

"Sooner than you think, darling!" With that, he's off. To what?

You'll find out.

Companion story.

"Hermes, you cannot bring a mortal to Olympus." Apollo sighs. "Trust me… amusing as she may be-"

"She's PERFECT Apollo! I'll get a blessing from Aphrodite - Hera even!"

"Not so fast. Mortals court differently. Do you genuinely want this? Take her on a DATE. Make sure you do want it before it becomes a tragedy."

"She's incredible, brother! I mean, her intuition, her wit, her mischief!"

"Yes yes - she turned your tongue blue I saw it. I'll give you that her perception is fairly high, for a mortal."

"Apollo." Hermes is unusually serious for a moment. "I cannot stop thinking about her. She's become my favorite thing in the world."

"Do what you must. But do not let her become your favorite distraction, brother. Or, Father may take interest…" He doesn't need to expand upon his tone.

"I appreciate the concern, Apollo." Hermes smiles. "But I have it under control."

"Then court her, Hermes. I suggest a song or a poem."

"That's too old-fashioned for me! Bye!" He's already racing away.

Apollo smiles despite himself.

This ought to be interesting.

[zoisnottheboysavior]

Another beautiful day of hating the CaitVi sex scene because genuinely what the fuck was that 😃

I didn't process it at first because I watched it with friends and we were too busy thirsting over everyone that came on screen and dying laughing at stupid jokes we made to actually take any of it in. But after really pondering on the events of season two I was like wait a minute...that was pretty weird...

In the moment, I was kinda happy because yay lesbians! And also, this is the scene people have been waiting years for! Wow! But also, most of Vi's trauma surrounds jail and being locked away, so why would she enthusiastically have sex in a jail cell??? That's so fucking weird to me like I don't think I'll ever get over that. Not to mention the fact that Jinx, her last remaining family member, had just locked her in the cell so she could "break the cycle" and Vi wouldn't be able to stop her, the same way Vander had once locked her away to prevent her from taking the fall for the explosion in season one. Vi had to have been freaking out, being locked in like that again. But minutes later she was eating Caitlyn out and I think that was a really weird choice on the writer's part.

Not only that, but why'd they have to do it in the cell that Jinx was suffering in, the same cell where she picked the skin around her nails until they dripped blood and the same place she let her food rot. The same place she was literally contemplating taking her life in like wtf. If the writers and animators and whatever REALLY couldn't put that scene anywhere else in the plot, it couldn't have cut to CaitVi in Caitlyn's bedroom or something?

That scene just felt so out of place and unnecessary, especially considering what had just happened!

Also, I really don't like how it seemed like Vi only went down there to get Jinx to help them fight or something. She said "if you come, help use all that explosive potential of yours for good, maybe we could rewrite your story like you did with Zaun". And that was cute, but I felt like she kind of acted as though Jinx hadn't just lost Isha and acted like they hadn't just lost their dad, again. That felt so out of character for Vi, because her whole character is the fact that she has a big heart, often to her own detriment. Yet there she was, asking Jinx to help them fight. She later said to Caitlyn "I really thought she'd help" like girl be fr. Jinx genuinely saw no point in living after that (note how the strings from her top were gone and how her hair was down, probably to prevent her from killing herself somehow) so why would she want to help fight?

That whole thing was just...mmm. I just didn't like that scene or the conversation(s) that led up to it at all. The tone change was too sudden for me and the context of that whole situation + when you take into account all of Vi's trauma was just so eugh. Felt wrong to me.

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bro I love ur writing so much idk if this is how you request but tbh idgaf anyways. anyway can you write something abt Matt x reader at a party and doing some page 136 icebreaker shit? (I think that’s the page but idc) anyway yeah ilyy 😍😍😘

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hey pretty, ngl I didn't read that book but I looked up what that page of the book is about and OMG THAT WAS HOT ngl, I tried to do something similar because I don't know the context very well, I hope you like it, ily too<33

I hate you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You decide to provoke Matt at a party...

Warnings: smut +18 orgasm denial, teasing, sexual tension, explicit content, semi public sex, unprotected sex (don't do it), p in v, oral f receiving, dom!matt x fem!reader, hate sex?, I don't think I've forgotten anything, if I do, let me know.

A/n: ngl at first i liked it but now i hate it i don't know why like i love it but at the same time i hate it ugh i hate that feeling yk, i trying my best i hope you like it anon, and thanks for the request!!, my first language is not English, so I'm sorry if there is something wrong or things that are not understood.

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You arrived at the Sturniolo triplets’ house with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Nick had mentioned that he, you, and Chris were going to a party, and the thought of hanging out with them cheered you up, especially since Matt, Nick’s brother, wasn’t going to be there. For as long as you could remember, you and Matt had been mortal enemies, the competition between you was fierce, and every interaction always ended in insults and challenging glares. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you got ready for the night, hoping that your outfit would make you feel like the best version of yourself.

You had gotten ready in Nick’s room, enjoying the time you spent with him and Chris, who joked around with each other as they waited for you. Finishing up, you made sure to take one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs. As you opened the door, however, a familiar laugh made you frown. Matt was sitting on the couch, his mocking expression already in place.

“Are you really going out with that? You look like a desperate," Matt said, with that provocative look you knew so well.

Your instinct was to ignore him, but you couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh.

"Didn't you say he was staying home?" you shot back, looking for Nick's gaze.

Nick, who was about to respond, stopped when he noticed the tense atmosphere between you.

"You know, I couldn't miss this party," Matt said, raising his hands in a gesture of false innocence. "Besides, I wanted to see you make a fool of yourself."

"As if you were the best example of behavior," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're a fucking annoying bastard."

Matt smiled maliciously, enjoying the challenge you offered him.

"I've always thought it's my job to screw up your life."

"You don't have a job, you're just an idiot," you replied, gritting your teeth as you tried to stay calm.

Nick, visibly amused by their daily fights, decided to intervene.

“Guys, please, can you stop fighting, at least for tonight? If you have so many problems, fix them in bed.”

The two of you stayed silent, the tension palpable.

“Nick wtf” you said indignantly, and confused as to why Nick said that.

“It's just a joke, but if you really have so many problems, fix them somehow,” Nick said, laughing.

“You know we're going to go now because we'll be late.” You felt caught between your desire to continue arguing and your desire to leave things like that. Finally, you decided not to let Nick's joke affect you anymore.

“Come on, let's go now!” you exclaimed, gesturing to get out, knowing that Nick and Chris would follow you.

In the car, the atmosphere was tense. You sat next to Nick, feeling like Matt was shooting daggers at you from the driver's seat every time he stopped the car for a stoplight. You couldn't help but feel his intense gaze on you in the rearview mirror, but you chose to ignore it, focusing on the music Chris had turned on.

During the ride, the conversation between Nick and Chris flowed, while you did your best to stay away from the conversation, thinking about how awkward that night would be. However, deep down, there was a spark of excitement. The idea of ​​going to a party always put you in a good mood, and even if Matt was there, you wouldn't let him ruin your night.

Arriving at the party, you were the first to get out of the car and enter the party, leaving the boys behind you. When you entered, the energy of the crowd was contagious. You headed towards the bar, looking for something to drink. You ordered a few drinks, and within minutes, you felt the tension of the day begin to fade away.

After a couple of drinks, the atmosphere was more relaxing. You looked around, looking for Matt, although you didn't know why you were looking for him. When you found him, he was chatting with Chris, but his gaze landed on you immediately, like a hunter stalking his prey. The way he looked at you made you nervous and, at the same time, provoked you. A stupid idea crossed your mind.

You decided it was time to play. You walked towards the dance floor, letting the rhythm of the music envelop you. With sensual movements, you began to dance, feeling Matt's gaze intensify from a distance. The game had begun, and you wanted him to feel it. You touched your body provocatively.

It wasn't long before you approached a boy who was dancing near you. Without a second thought, you pulled him towards you, moving with a magnetism that you knew would irritate Matt in some way. With each twist and turn, you noticed how his expression became darker and angrier.

"Do you like what you see?" you mouthed and threw Matt a wink from across the dance floor, enjoying the discomfort you were causing.

As you got closer to the boy, his hands wrapped around your waist and ran down your body, and the closeness was electric, he was a cute boy but he was definitely not your type. You felt like Matt couldn't take his eyes off you at any time. With each movement, you grew more confident, enjoying the provocation you were causing him.

Suddenly, you felt a firm hand grab your arm, and you didn't need to look to know who it was. Matt was staring at you with a mix of anger and desire, dragging you off the dance floor into an empty room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said, slamming the door shut behind you.

"I was just dancing with a friend, do you have a problem with that?" I replied, crossing my arms in a defiant gesture. "Did you think I was going to stand there with my arms crossed while you stared at me like you wanted to kill me?"

"You're provoking me, and you know it," he said, slowly approaching, his voice low and full of tension. "You in your damn dress and the way that guy touched you."

You felt powerful and vulnerable at the same time. You knew the tension between you had been building up for years, and now it was on the verge of exploding.

"Are you jealous Matt?" you challenged, smirking. Let me get one thing straight, you shouldn't be bothered by who I talk to or dance with.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to." He whispered in your ear and before you could protest he kissed you.

He found you against the wall, his lips crushing against yours in a fierce kiss that seemed to distill all the rage pent up between you. It was an uncontrolled kiss, full of passion and hatred, and the line between the two of you quickly blurred. When you finally broke apart, you were both panting.

“I hate you so much,” he murmured, his breathing ragged as his eyes fixed on you with an intense heat. “But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your response was almost automatic. “Then fuck me like you hate me.”

He didn’t wait any longer. He led you to the bed in the bedroom, and his hands began to roam your body, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. Every kiss and every touch was a declaration of war and desire, and there was no turning back.

He took you into a whirlwind of sensations. He began to undress you slowly, as if he was enjoying every second, every little victory. The friction between rage and desire was palpable in the air, as if the room was about to explode. His hands explored every corner of your body, letting desire take over both of you.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he whispered as his lips moved down your neck.

“And you’re an idiot,” I replied, feeling the rage you used to feel transform into overwhelming desire.

Your body trembled with anticipation as Matt kept his gaze fixed on you, desire burning in his eyes. The tension between you had reached a breaking point. Boiling, and there was no turning back.

Anticipation grew as his hands slid down your sides, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses on your abdomen. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised, his tone a mix of certainty and defiance. But there was a warning in his gaze. He knew he wanted to play, and so did you.

Matt lowered himself slowly, his breath warm against your skin. It took you by surprise when his mouth closed around you. An involuntary moan escaped your lips as his tongue worked beautifully, licking and sucking with a skill that made you lose control. The way he looked at you, with those eyes filled with desire, made you feel more vulnerable and aroused at the same time.

The combination of his attention and the growing pleasure brought you to the edge, but just when you felt like you were about to explode, Matt stopped.

“I’m not going to let you finish that easy, baby,” he said in a whisper, looking up, and his eyes were filled with a mix of anger and desire.

At that moment, you felt like you were capable of anything. The rage that had built up for so long turned into pure lust. You gave yourself to him, letting yourself be carried away by the sensations he offered you.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he murmured, his fingers playing with the fabric of your dress as he slowly pulled it up, exposing the skin of your tits. The room was permeated with an air charged with defiance and attraction, every movement between you causing a spark that could ignite the flame at any moment.

It took your breath away when his mouth found yours again. It was a fierce kiss, full of desperation and rage, every brush of his lips was like a reminder of all the battles you had fought in the past. He pushed you further into the pillows, his body pressing against yours, making a mix of pleasure and frustration run down your spine.

Matt pulled away for a moment, his assessing gaze sweeping over every inch of you. He knew he was in control. He held you tight, trapping your hands above your head and holding them firmly in place. The feeling of being completely at his mercy turned you on in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

“You’re not getting away today,” he said, whispering in your ear as his warm breath sent a shiver down your spine. Then, he moved down again, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, each touch making you want more.

Matt’s hands roamed your body with meticulous precision, exploring every corner and curve as you tried to control the desire building inside you. The way he touched you was both a punishment and a pleasure, each brush of his fingers a reminder of how much he’d wanted this, how much you’d both wanted this.

His mouth continued its descent, leaving warm kisses on your chest. Every time his tongue brushed your skin, you felt like you were on the brink of insanity. But Matt had no intention of letting you go so easily. When his lips found your breast, he sucked hard, marking his territory as you gave yourself over to the mix of pain and pleasure.

“You’re as stupid as you are beautiful,” he said between gasps, the tone of his voice heavy with contempt and desire, as his hands slid down your hips. You squirmed against him, seeking more, wanting what had begun to become something even more intense.

He released you for an instant, just so he could strip you completely, each piece of clothing falling to the floor as a symbol of your surrender. The feeling of being vulnerable before him, exposed and desired, awakened a side in you that only he could provoke.

Matt stood up, looking at you with that mix of defiance and desire that drove you crazy. He approached you again, and with a quick movement, he pushed you down onto the bed, causing you to fall onto the soft surface. He leaned over you, his body covering yours, the pressure of his weight making you feel trapped and aroused.

“Now I’m going to show you who’s boss here,” he declared, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made the air between you seem charged with electricity.

Without further ado, Matt plunged into you, filling you with his body as the room filled with sounds of passion and desperation. Every movement was a mix of strength and gentleness, as he entered you with a brutality that only he could combine with an almost fierce devotion.

Amidst broken whispers and gazes filled with desire, you feel how both of you leave behind any trace of arrogance or defiance, allowing yourselves to feel the pleasure, although neither of you admit it, you have always wanted. Matt intertwines his fingers with yours, holding you tightly as he continues to look at you with an intensity that makes you shudder.

“You drive me crazy,” he finally murmurs, with a sincerity that momentarily breaks through all the hatred between you.

Moans escaped your lips without you being able to contain them, and with each thrust, rage and desire intertwined in a wild dance. Matt kept up the pace, his hands squeezing your wrists as he penetrated you with unwavering fervor, making it clear to you who was in charge.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky as his body crashed into yours, the sound of his skin against yours echoing in the room. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you answered, each word laden with surrender as your body moved in unison with his, feeling the line between pleasure and pain blur.

“Say it again,” he demanded, increasing the pace as his thrusts became deeper, more frantic. The room was filled with whispers and sighs, each sound fueling the unbridled passion that burned between you.

“You,” you repeated, each word an echo of your desire, the recognition that everything you had felt for him was coming to the surface in this explosion of madness.

“Good girl,” Matt says with a arrogant smile

The friction between your bodies was intense, and each thrust brought you closer to climax. The mix of pleasure and rage was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help it, desire taking over you, making you forget everything but the present moment. In an instant of pure connection, feeling the barriers that had existed between you melt away, you let the pleasure sweep you away, allowing the world around you to fade away.

Matt finally found his own climax, his eyes locked on you, filled with a mix of triumph and insatiable desire. The two of you found yourselves in a whirlwind of sensations, each of you taking the other to new levels of pleasure and surrender.

When you finally stopped, both of you panting, the room was filled with a silence laden with meaning. You knew that nothing would ever be the same again, that the line that had once separated your hatred from desire had been blurred forever.

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[manmadejoyswithinmycomprehension]

would u write anything for homicipher’s mc (Adami) x gn reader…IM STARVING!!! I leave it up to ur imagination

HELL YEAHHHHHHHHH would you believe me if I said I did it already :3 a bit slow burn-ish, I cannot write without a fuck ton of context but enjoy mc saving u from Mr. Stitch bwhwwhhewhheqhhehwehwhehwheb I love her sm

You didn't know how you ended up there or when it happened. It just did. It took you a while to comprehend where exactly you had been transported. Hoping to meet someone else in this worn down place, you aimlessly wandered through the empty rooms and hallways. Coincidentally, you saw another man - tall, with a red jacket and furry hood. He rounded a corner and out of your sight, which prompted you to run after him without thinking of the consequences. As he passed by a door, it slammed open, and a pale hand dragged him in, the blood of the innocent man instantly splattering all over the floor and the surrounding surfaces. You cover your mouth and let out a small squeak before seeking shelter.

Thankfully, you found a pair of scissors lying around. That should come in handy! Shivering, cold, and distraught, you went slower this time, looking for human activity and someone worthy of your trust. A loud rumble echoed throughout the entire place, making tears well up in your eyes from the powerful scare. Was this your end? The hallway you were exploring split into two, and you ran back into an adjacent room. It seemed cleaner than the others, the wallpaper still mostly intact, a bed and a dusty table. On the bed sat a girl with short, white hair and blood stains in her raincoat. Oh, God. This is it. You're gonna die just like that man. You could just hope it was painless.

The figure croaked out something that you couldn't understand. It seemed to try two languages before finally deciding on just one. It pointed at you, repeating a word multiple times before the message was received by your disheveled mind: "You." She was saying "You." Then, she pointed to herself. "Me." Back then, you didn't know that "You" and "Me" would become so important later on.

You sat down on the floor, in front of her, looking up at the stained raincoat and the dirty crowbar that lay on the bed next to her hip.

"Me? You?" you said, moving your hands to check if you understood well. Her nod confirms your suspicions. Then, she points to different objects in the room and demonstrates how the language works. It felt like a breath of fresh air, having someone talk to you like an equal, in a place where you had been so violently proven that your life meant nothing. The bond had already started forming.

It only took a few hours for you to learn that primitive way of communication, and you started teaching her bits and pieces of your human language while she did the same for you. Using this, she introduced herself: Adami. Such a beautiful name... It had an exquisite ring, compared to the rough sounds of the ghostly people.

Soon, it became all about "You" and "Me." At first, you'd brush against her for comfort when a new entity approached. Then, slowly, she'd be the one to hold your hands when you were scared or when Mr. Gap appeared out of nowhere. "You, me, go together," "you, me, stay together" or "you, me, rest together."" It was sweet, having someone protect you in such a world. You didn't have the guts to question your relationship. Perhaps you were her comfort, maybe she saw in you what she once was. You were her anchor when she lost her temper, and she was your shield when a threat was nearby.

Nothing was clear to you. Friends did all of this, too, right? You were walking hand in hand, giggling at a joke Adami made when Mr. Stitch blocked your path.

"Me bored. Want fun?"

"No." she cuts him off furiously, shoving past him.

"Want fun! Want fun together them!"

The deranged ghost grips your arm, pulling you towards him as Adami holds onto your fingers.

"Them will not! You should leave!"

However silly this game of tug-o-war looked to an outsider, you were beyond frightened. Mr. Stitch was obviously not into the fun a normal person would resort to on a bad day. He was into the kind of fun that serial killers sought when sending body parts to the police. It was clear Adami couldn't help you - she'd hurt you in the process. Mr. Stitch ripped you from her arms, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of meat and ran off to God knows where. He hid you in the Cloth Monster's room, wrapping you in the long curtains that decorated it. Giggling, he gripped your throat and slithered the soft material around it, torturing you as he loosened and tightened it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you gasped for air when the door slammed open.

Coughing when your lungs could finally expand again, your vision was still blurred when Mr. Stitch transformed into a jumbled up mass of meat right before you. A trembling hand ripped off the fabric and you felt the familiar presence of Adami engulfing you in a hug.

"Me scared..."

Your heart throbbed wildly as you returned the tender embrace, removing her hood to get a closer look at her features. No matter how much she transformed, her eyes were always full of warmth when she gazed at you.

"Love... You and me together... Me love you..." she whispers, her free hand tilting your face up. Adami gets closer, giving you the choice to accept or reject her. You instantly press your lips together, your bodies melting into each other as you let your feelings overflow, your only regret being that you hadn't seen it sooner.

It didn't take long for the other residents to pick up on what was going on between the two of you. Moreover, Adami didn't even look at the cold, metallic doors of the elevator with the same curiosity as she did when she first descended into the other world. To her, it now meant separation, as you two would return to your respective places on Earth. What good was the freedom of humanity, when there was nothing left of her without you? At first, you thought she might want to go back to her old life, yet she always held your hand tighter. "You, me... together here."

[artsninspo]

COUNTERFEIT - two

⇽ part one

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

🍒 pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Faith (Original Character) All my characters are black women.

🍒 word count: ~1.6K

🍒 summary: Faith faces the blowback from her decision to end things with her now ex-boyfriend. Conflict stirs between her and her sister. Rio's curiosity grows and he finds himself not able to stay away before getting to know about Faith.

🍒 two ~ life traps

“Where’d you go last night?” Char asks as she comes in from the gym.

“To have a one night stand” I respond being facetious.

“Faith, Jason is the kind of man women pray for” Char starts.

“I don’t want to hear it” I groan, needing some peace.

“Why not, he’s romantic, attentive, emotionally stable and makes good money?” Char continues.

“And he’s boring, closed minded and pacifistic” I add.

“Life isn’t all about excitement!” Char shouts.

“I think you’re mistaking life with death” I retorted, earning a grimace from my sister.

“He wanted to marry you!” She snaps. “He asked mom and she gave him her blessing, he was planning a party and everything! Your ring is gorgeous!” she says like it’s the thing that makes me stay but I couldn't be more relieved.

“If he knew me even a little he’d know I don’t want a public engagement” I respond.

Char huffs in exasperation “Anyone who’s in love does!”

“Well then, there you have it!” I sigh, reinforcing the obvious.

“Faith.” she fusses.

“He’s a great guy just not for me. Now he can return the ring and find someone who’s grateful and appreciative of the perfect man he is.” I fake a smile.

Char sighs, folding her arms in frustration. “You’re being unreasonable and taking the ungrateful thing out of context.”

“He’s not the man I want to wake up with forever or who I want to raise my children” I explain speaking in terms she can understand.

“Because you have commitment issues!” She snaps.

“You don’t? Where’s your Prince Charming?” I ask and she goes ridgid. Her eyes bug out and I realize I’ve gone too far.

“Char” I call but she storms off to her room.

———

Char hasn’t been speaking to me all week. She’s hardly been coming home. I feel bad but there’s not much I can do if she won’t talk to me.

Big game? I could use some back up.

- D

I smile at the phone and D’s perfect timing. I get dressed and go where I’m wanted. I drive to the bar and park out back. I can hear from out here the place is packed and head in. D doesn’t look as happy and he usually is to see me. I hug and kiss him and he makes me my favorite drink with a smile. I get started and make things easier for him. I work the bar until there’s a lull and I can enjoy my cherries. Diego smiles at me.

“I’m glad you texted, Char and I are fighting and it’s all bad at my place”  I tell him.

“What about?” D, asks.

“Breaking things off with Jason” I explain and his cousin walks in. “Am I okay to be here?” I whisper, putting my cup of cherries down.

“Yeah,” Diego nods. His side of the bar fills up and he steps away to tend them. His cousin sits on my side. I head over to him.

“Whisky neat” he says before I can ask. I head to the top shelf pouring him what he asked for. I place it down on top of a napkin and I’m shocked when he pays. Doesn’t he own the place?

“Thanks” I smile, putting the money away. I work my side of the bar finding time passes and the game ends, music replaces the previous entertainment. When things settle I go back to D and my cherries. We joke around with some of the patrons doing shots and keeping them in their pockets. There are no fights tonight which is a win and when the night’s over I’ve made twice as much in tips as I did the other day. I’m cleaning off the bar when Diego’s cousin comes in from outside.

I continue cleaning up and Diego mops this time. Security takes all the dirty glasses to be washed and I make sure the register balances. We have at least fifteen empty bottles and I pack them away making space on the shelf.

“Where else do you work?” He asks from behind me.

“I’m not a bartender,” I respond.

“You know your way around a bar.” Diego’s cousin remarks.

“Diego taught me” I explain and he smiles nodding. His dark eyes miss nothing, it’s like he can smell my uncertainty and is amused by it.

“So what are you?” He asks again.

“I work in interior designing,” I explain, omitting my shinier accolades.

“Pays well?” He asks. It's a strange question. If he were anyone else I'd roll my eyes and walk away. One thing my Ma is right about is that a woman's pocketbook is none of mens business unless he’s adding to it.

“I’m not complaining,” I respond. The answer doesn't seem sufficient as he looks down trying to read me. We both give each other nothing. “You into nature?” I ask stacking glasses and his brow raises. I’ve thrown him off.

“Nature? Outdoors?” He asks and I steel my expression in genuine curiosity as I motion to his neck where the bird is permanently inked into his skin. He looks affronted, so much so my facade breaks. A smirk plays on his lips and he nods.

“I was just messing with you. D’s my friend, he loves this place and I’m here to help him out - not cause trouble” I tell him and he looks me over again - his energy less distant.

“You’re a woman, this is a guys bar and I’m a businessman. Women mean trouble. More security, more fights and more egos. It’s not personal, don't help him every weekend and don’t use your real name. You getting stalked or followed isn’t my problem and D’s not built for it. He’s crazy about you. Told me I need to apologize for the other day” he says completely relaxed. His expression is back to giving nothing away as he speaks matter of factly. 

“Gotcha, and It’s fine, you don’t seem like you apologize much” I tell him and he nods, holding back another smile.

“Is everything alright?” Diego asks with an uneasiness that makes me reconsider the ease I feel next to his cousin.

“You don’t bring women around often, I’m just curious” his cousin says and I sense tension between them. 

“I’ll do the rest Faith, let me walk you to your car” he says protectively and I look between them a moment before getting my jacket.

“Thanks” I tell Diego who is standing ramrod straight and tense, in juxtaposition to his cousin who looks both relaxed and amused. He empties my tips into a paper bag.

“Goodbye Faith” his cousin waves.

“Bye,” I respond.

“What’s wrong?” I ask Diego once we’re outside.

“Rio” he sighs. “I wish I could just strangle him sometimes,” he snaps.

“Rio is your cousin’s name?” I ask and he nods.

“Nickname, his name is Chris but don't call him that.” D warns.

“What's going on between the two of you, does he think you're into me or something and how does he own the bar? I thought it was yours?” I ask and D takes a deep breath before letting one out.

“He doesn’t think I'm into you, he knows I’m gay. He’s part owner, not full owner although he thinks he’s the boss of everything ” D sighs.

“I’ve never known you to huff and puff instead of knocking someone clean out” I comment looking outside as Rio strolls cooly into a G-Wagon.

“Rio doesnt get mad, he gets even, he can be spiteful and petty and he’s patient. You’ll never know you’ve fucked up until you’re wading through shit. Be polite and keep things short with him” Diego says, giving his cousin a less than glowing review.

It leaves a bad taste in my mouth as the G-Wagon pulls out driving into the night. D follows suit and silence befalls the car until he presses me for information on Char and I. When I tell him the full extent of everything the look in his eyes tells me while he’s on my side. Diego agrees with my sister in regard to my commitment issues. Unlike Char, D understands why I don't want to run from where we came from. Why I’m in no rush to commit to a life of pageantry or rush into an engagement at 24. He calls it survivor's remorse which is kinder than the assessments given to me by my shrinks. A life with Jason would be a lie. I’d have to pretend my step-dad is my father. Not my real father who’s no longer on this earth. The result of a life selling street pharma and the violence that comes with it. I’d have to hide that part of my story and heritage and even do away with D as a part of my past. Jason and his family would see it as a character defect instead of character building. It would be bad PR and so it would be filed away in a safe and kept away for comfort and convenience. No one understands not wanting to hide yourself from people like D.

He watches me sitting shotgun as the sun dawns.

“Be gentle with Char, she's a marshmallow - all soft. You’re a jellybean.” He smiles and I lean on his shoulder. He presses a kiss onto my forehead. “You know ChaCha means no harm, she doesn't like to rock the boat or disappoint anyone.” Diego speaks knowing us well.

“I was gentle, we didn't have a screaming match” I smile but his phone ringing gets my attention. Rio’s name flashes on the car’s console shifting the mood.

“I gotta take this, text me when you get in” D says and I nod.

“D, if you need money-”

“I don't, I'm the oldest. You need money you come to me” he asserts and I nod exiting the car. I hear the call pick up when I grab the lobby door. I place my fob on the console and the automatic door opens.

Mercury must be in gatorade because I don’t know what the fuck is going on.

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[dramas-vs-novels]

Love in the Air Special Novel Excerpt: Prapai vs Drunk Sky

** Context: After Payu stumbled home drunk one night and Rain got to see his boyfriend being cute and whiny, he became obsessed with seeing what those around him looked like drunk. So Rain conspired with their other friends in their major to get Sky to drink. However, Sky proved to just be a sleepy drunk, so Rain called Prapai to come pick him up.

After Rain made the call, it wasn’t long before Prapai walked into the pub behind the university.

But when the playful person saw his beloved boyfriend hunched over beside Rain, his sharp eyes that always sparkled in a good mood became noticeably darker. 

A large hand slipped to tighten around Sky’s shoulder, as he asked in a deep voice, “Why did he drink so much?”

Fip!

Of course, the whole table was pointing at Rain all at once. 

"Hey, are you guys selling me out like this?"

"Well, you said if we can get Sky drunk, tomorrow you'll buy us pork ribs."

When meeting the dark eyes of a dark skinned and handsome man, everyone sold their younger nong out in unison as Rain glared at them, then hurriedly returned with a flattering smile to his friend’s boyfriend.

"Just drinking alcohol, P’Pai, you don't mind, don't you?" Rain tried to make a pleading face.

Prapai looked at him for a moment before his dark expression returned to his usual good-natured smile.

"I didn't say anything. Anyway Rain, you were the one who called me." 

So, if I didn't call, would I be killed?

Rain just spoke to himself but didn't dare to ask aloud. He looked at P’Pai who lightly shook the drunk man's arm.

"Are you okay, Sky?"

The shaking caused the drunk man to slowly open his eyes, his face was flushed red, and Sky shook his head vigorously.

"No more, I want to go home." Sky mumbled then fell asleep. 

"Alright, let's go home now."

"Um."

The big man was so indulgent, he moved his hand from Sky’s shoulder to caress his hair lovingly, sharp eyes twinkling as he looked down.

Of course, it was an image that the entire table looked curiously at.

The image of a white friend slumped on the table next to them with a handsome, mature man stroking his hair on his shoulders was indeed attractive.

He is attractive in the same way as P’Phayu. They see him often, but Sky rarely brings his boyfriend to college. Most of the time Prapai parked the car and waited and then Sky would just walk to the car. He didn’t come to mingle with the classmates. Seeing Sky with his boyfriend, the prying eyes came straight from every direction, and believe me

tomorrow in the club, there will be teasing messages from seniors and guys in their class year.

He has a boyfriend who loves him so much. 

"Rain."

"Yes, P’Pai!" The person hastily answered.

Prapai took his hand away from his lover, pulled his wallet out of his trousers, then took out all the thousands of baht in banknotes that he had in it and handed it over to his boyfriend's friend. As Rain took the almost ten thousand (~$300) in cash and held it in a daze, his sharp eyes flashed, and he couldn't understand why P’Pai would give him the money.

"Today I am footing the bill. If it's not enough, call me, and I'll transfer the money to you."

"Really?"

"Why would I be joking? I am paying."

The whole table cheered in unison. 

"Oh my, Sky's boyfriend is so fucking caring." 

"We are going to another pub, that guy just paid."

"Damn, I'm jealous of Sky, I want someone like this."

"May Phi prosper, paying for us like this guarantees that in your next life you will be more handsome."

Amid the cheers of the free drinkers, Prapai just smiled, his face bright and clear, the kind of good-tempered adult that children wanted to approach even if he was a stranger.

"In exchange for that, no one can tease Sky about me picking him up."

He knew well that his boyfriend didn't like chaos, and didn't like to be the center of attention, so he gave the condition and his sharp eyes turned to make eye contact with Sig.

Giving him a smile that was as threatening as a zip-your-mouth gesture. It was a nice way to threaten his boyfriend’s classmates.

"Good, everyone agrees. I'll take Sky home now."

"Alright Phi, we'll keep our mouths shut." 

"That also includes no texting."

"Oh, P’Pai, you're really good at cornering us. Okay, trust us." Sig laughed loudly, looking at his friend's boyfriend, whom he had met so many times that he now knew Prapai’s personality.

After all the game bosses had been dealt with, Prapai turned to the sleeping man, looking like he wanted to carry him away. But rather than create a scene for his little boy, his big hand pulled Sky's arm around his neck. With some force, Sky staggered to his feet and leaned against him.

"Let's go home." 

"Um, I'm sleepy."

"You can sleep at home."

"Ugh, no, I'm going back to my dorm, so sleepy." Sky looked dumb, raising his free hand to rub his eyes to say that he's really sleepy.

"Yessir, let's go back to the dormitory." Prapai said politely, waving goodbye to the children around the table and leading his lover to walk out of the shop.

TN: After the assault on Sky in episode 13, Prapai sells his condo and buys a new and much larger one in a high-security building (Rain and Sky are hanging out at the condo's pool in the LITA special episode). This becomes his and Sky's home throughout the Special Novel (which covers around 10 years). However, when he is a student, Sky still keeps his dorm, since it's close to campus.

"When he's with his boyfriend, Sky is cute too." Behind his back, the female senior says jokingly.

Smack!

"Oh, why did you hit me?"

Sig himself smacked the senior's hands loudly and made a gesture of zipping his mouth in an annoyed manner. "Sis, don't you want free alcohol? Or are you deaf? Huh, what did P’Pai say just now? Bitch, have you forgotten? Do you have a short memory?"

"Damn it, Sig!!!"

That's all it took, and the story of a handsome boyfriend coming to pick up Sky instead turned into a war of saliva and cursing across the tables of seniors and juniors.

--------

"Sky, Sky... wake up, we're at the dorm."

Although the distance from the pub to the young boyfriend's dormitory was not that far, Sky did as he said and slept in the car. He leaned his head against the window and fell asleep immediately, not waking up even when Prapai repeated his call and shook his arm.

The sight looked so cute that Prapai smiled, and his big hand unbuckled Sky’s seatbelt and leaned over his boyfriend's seat. His face was sharp, sweeping away from the soft, fluffy hair that was unshaped, the skin of the cheeks smooth and clear like that of a baby's skin, and the long eyelashes laid on those cheeks.

No matter where he looks, Prapai finds Sky adorable.

Why, why do you always think that you look ordinary, even though you are so cute?

"Here, if you were awake, you would call me a psychopath who kept staring at you, Sky."

Mwaah!

He really couldn't help giving a big kiss to the soft cheeks before letting go of the soft skinned person.

Now, no one was around to see them, Sky wouldn't mind if he carried him up to the tower in his arms. Prapai shrugged and proceeded to carry the drunk man up to his room.

When Sky was propping himself up and sitting on the bed, Prapai had just changed from a slacks shirt to comfortable pajamas that he had left in his boyfriend's room. Sky’s white face looked sleepy, his eyes glistening from the effects of alcohol, but he didn't look as drunk as he did in the pub.

"Oh, why did you wake up? Get ready for bed, I’ll help change your clothes.”

"I'm not drunk, Phi Pai."

"Hmm." Prapai hummed in surprise, moved to stand beside the bed, and looked at the state of the drunk boy who said he was not drunk.

"Just now, I acted as if I was drunk so that Rain and the others wouldn't give me more alcohol." Sky replied with a slight slur, but Prapai could still understand him.

"I didn’t fall asleep in the pub, but I probably fell asleep in the car. P’Pai, did you carry me up upstairs?" the person said, looking up. The person who was listening couldn't help feeling that this angle was nice. Whether it's a flushed face or a view down the wide collar of the shirt, revealing beautiful and erect nipples.

"So, you mean that you pretended to be drunk."

"Well, back in high school, I drank even more than this."

"Whose boyfriend is this? So evil too, I fell for your acting completely."

"If I didn't make him believe it was real, Rain would do it again." the person who was speaking said, knowing his good friend well.

Prapai has to admit that he likes this angle… but even if Sky isn't as drunk as he pretended to be in the bar, it's still better to let the little boy rest.

"Sleepy, right? If you're sleepy, just go to sleep." 

"P’Pai."

"Yes sir?" A deep voice accepts the words, preparing to leave to find some clothes to change into.

Swipe!

"Just now, P’Pai, what were you looking at?" 

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, Sky used his hand to grab the big man's wrist and pull the big man back. And how could Prapai not gulp hard when his boyfriend deliberately fluttered his shirt around? From the first moment he stole a glance of Sky’s nipples, Sky saw him.

"Come on." The young man groaned in a low voice, wanting to cover his face with his hands and resist the temptation.

But Sky smiled. "P’Pai, you looked right? Do you want to touch them?"

He didn’t just say the words, Sky also grabbed his boyfriend's hand and moved it to hold his collarbone as he raised his head to make way for Prapai's big hand to reach into the wide collar. The power of alcohol made him force Prapai’s hand through the collar and touch his hot body.

Fip!

"Ugh." As soon as the fingertips passed the nipple, Sky let out a low moan.

That's all, Prapai now knows what it looks like when his little boyfriend drinks alcohol… he becomes a provocative cat that would almost drive him insane. 

When Prapai clearly teased him in a way that he normally wouldn’t, Sky held his breath. "Please rub, P’Pai." Sky whispered.

Prapai rubbed his hard knuckles in a circle around the base and listened to the sweet moan of his lover, then gently pinched with his fingertips. The person sitting on the bed writhed slightly. Sky’s body seemed more sensitive to touch than usual, and Prapai couldn't help but pinch and pull.

"Oh, good, good." The drunk person looks up and meets Prapai’s eyes, "Harder."

And damn it, his little one was licking his lips as their eyes met, the look in his eyes said that Sky wanted more.

Swipe!

"Phi Pai, your cock is hard." 

Sky is drunk, very drunk!

At first, Pai believed it when his boyfriend said he was pretending to be drunk. But as soon as a soft touch pressed against his pants, touched the hardened part through the fabric, and Sky laughed heartily, he understood that Sky had drunk more than he thought.

He should put Sky to bed and lull him to sleep. 

"P’Pai."

"Yes?"

"...Wanna do some licking?" 

Tum!

The evil side stomps the side of the dharma side, the evil side punches the good side in the face, and the righteous consciousness is scattered.

"Of course."

Prapai pulled his hand from the soft skin and made a move to unbutton his pants.

Pia!

"No, I want to do it." The drunk man smacked his hands hard and commanded in a stern voice before tucking his face into the crotch of his big boyfriend’s pants and rubs his hands along the part slowly.

Then, Sky pulled out his boyfriend’s son from inside his trousers. His eyes fixed on the red veined cock that had pierced his body countless times. The thin hand grasped the length, it was hot like a fire.

Mwaah!

Soft lips touch the tip before Sky swept his lips sideways from tip to root. Then the bright-colored tongue licked it, hungrily savoring the familiar taste. At the same time, the white hand stroked while the mouth was licking at the juicy tip.

"Mwaah...Mwaah...Phi Pai...Hmm."

The sight of his lover sucking on his cock just made Prapai even harder. However, Prapai only stood still with his big hand touching my head, stroking gently. Despite his heavy breathing, a low moan escaped from his throat.

But then, the white man broke away. "Hot."

Sky moaned a single word, then straightened up to take off his shirt and throw it by the bed, followed by pants and underwear. Everything was pulled all out at once, then dropped to the side and Sky was left naked. Sky returned to sit in a kneeling position facing the big cock.

The sight... is very provocative.

The white hand came back and he eagerly shoved Prapai’s cock into his mouth.

Sky's soft tongue licked around with a satisfying taste, then opened his mouth to receive most of the length. With both hands, Sky took Prapai's hand and made him grip his head, telling his lover that he could move his head back and forth as he wanted.

However, Prapai still didn’t slam his cock into Sky’s warm mouth, he almost couldn't resist. The young man just slowly brushed Sky’s messy hair and was in no hurry to release into his hot mouth cavity, which seemed to be hotter than usual.

Crack!

Sky didn't care about the sound of the bedside drawer opening, he only cared about the veined cock moving in and out of his mouth, wishing P’Pai could do more but…

"Ugh!!!" 

At that moment the clear gel ran down his buttocks until the drunk Sky groaned deep in his throat, sending a tremor that caused Prapai to moan low.

Not only did the lubricating gel run through the butt crack, but Prapai's big hand moved from Sky’s forearm to the other softly, squeezing both sides so hard that there would be faint red marks. The boy who was giving it to him groaned in his throat, his soft buttocks accidentally twitching toward him.

Fup!

Prapai himself did not let go, for a long finger was inserted deep into the sweet colored channel that only he could feel. Prapai felt the force of his thrust make Sky twitch with joy until Prapai sent his finger in all the way.

And damn it, the finger wriggled inside, Sky was insanely hot! 

"Arrgh."

Then, like a kitten turned cat would want to provoke him to the extreme, Sky swayed as if wanting more fingering until Prapai pulled his finger out and slammed it in again. Prapai felt the trembling of the boy who was still sucking on his cock for him.

The picture now is Sky crawling on the edge of the bed kneeling and watching Prapai stand beside the bed with a large hand skillfully inserting deep into the white body, making the person on the bed moan loudly; that's why it sent a trembling force into Prapai’s cock, still in Sky’s mouth until neither of the parties thought to endure anymore, their eyes glistening.

"Ah, ah, Sky? Can I enter you?" Prapai spoke in a heavy voice, his sharp eyes staring at the white hips that also thrust against his fingers.

"Mmm." A request that Sky himself sucked hard on caused a low moan from the big man.

Sky, whose face was so sweaty that his damp hair clung to it, lifted his head and gave him a sweet smile, "Yes, Pai." 

Fip!

The drunk man moved to lie on his back, immediately spread out in the middle of the bed. Two legs spread wide, revealing a naked body flushed with red all over, and a cramped and wet channel, twitching as if demanding something big to fill it.

 And it's like Sky thought he wasn’t provoking Prapai enough, because his white hands had already moved to grab his soft ass and pull the white cheeks further apart. 

"Phi Pai, hurry." 

Ping!

Prapai heard the sound of something torn apart, and that was probably his own consciousness.

He immediately rushed toward Sky, and a large hand pulled the two provocative hands above his head. Then he pinned them with one hand until they sank into the thick blanket, sending his other hand to the hole below and... inserting three fingers at once.

"Ah, ah, Phi Pai, ah!"

Prapai looked at Sky with his sweaty face shaking, wriggling beneath him, as he fumbled for something with his fingers; And it didn't take long for Sky to startle as if he had been electrocuted.

"Right there...argh."

The big one managed to pull his fingers out, and sent his big son in his place, at the moment Sky looked down.

"Ugh!" Prapai bent down and pressed a provocative kiss on the lips until they were close, almost at the same moment that he plunged into the hot tenderness... So hot that he almost came immediately.

As the person below cried out in full volume, a trembling sensation was felt along with a slight stabbing pain inside. But when Prapai first entered him, he stilled because he knew that something long would follow, and it didn’t take Prapai long to push all the way in.

Sky’s two legs split open even more.

Sky didn't know if he should be interested in the insanely hot kiss, or the stick moving in and out of his body.

It's good, it's so good that he doesn't want to stop at all.

"Phi Pai, uh... fuck me like that again, do it again... [huff] [huff] good, it’s so good."

As soon as his lips were freed from the kissing, Sky let out a loud moan, his small hip pushing up against the slamming force. His newly freed hands grasped the sheets beside his head, and clear tears welled up in his eyes, looking like they could fall at any moment.

"Do you like it?"

"Love it, but I like... P’Pai, more."

The piercing moment made Sky sway and his back channel tightened more and more, his body twitching as if waves of happiness would come crashing in at any moment.

Suddenly!

Prapai slowed down the pace, wishing to prolong this moment a little longer.

He would always give Sky anything he wanted, today the drunk one took charge. "Hey, wait Sky." Did the alcohol made the child braver than usual? Because Sky pushed the giant Prapai onto the bed, and then, the drunk man straddled him. His soft hand felt the heat of Prapai’s cock, but he wouldn't let Prapai cum.

He felt that Phi Pai should only cum inside him.

With these thoughts, Sky pushed his legs wide apart, his tantalizing face tilted up and his hips pressed down to take the hot stick into his body… to the deepest part.

"Arrgh."

Sky bit his lip vigorously, as he pulled his body up and pressed it all the way down again, again and again until the heat gathered in his lower abdomen, his heart pounding, his ears soft. His legs began to shake.

Prapai’s cock was twitching in a pulsating beat that drove them both crazy to death. 

"Mmmhpf, I can't endure anymore."

"And who...ask Phi to endure...it." Sky’s panting voice answered in a rhythm that was broken.

And that…

Swipe!

"Assume that I have already warned you." 

Phew!

"Ah! [huff] Phi Pai, Phi Pai, harder and harder."

Prapai moved forward vigorously and looked at the beautiful view of his ruddy lover, his two hands reaching behind him to grab Prapai’s knees to support himself. Sky's two legs spread wide enough for him to see the connection point where his cock was moving in and out with force. Sky’s own  beautiful piece of flesh bounced in front of him until Prapai couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke it.

"I am going to cum ...it’s coming out."

Even if Sky didn’t tell him, Prapai himself was going crazy from the twitching inside, and he knew that his lover would cum in one minute or another by the way he spead up. 

Prapai's sharp eyes looked at the sweet love hole that devoured him with even hungrier eyes, a bright tongue licking around his lips.

Pfuuush! 

Not long after, Sky’s body began to spasm and released every drop of cum he had, smearing Prapai’s his strong stomach.

As the pressure from Sky reaching the dreamland itself gripped Prapai like crazy, after just one blow, hot cum sprayed into the provocateur's body. Sky trembled, and moaned softly, eyes tightly closed, as he felt the fluid that filled his inner depths.

But don't think that everything will end there.

Prapai once again pushed the exhausted drunk onto the soft mattress, holding his white legs wide apart.

"Mmmhpf! Phi Pai, wait, ah, fuck!" Sky cried out at the top of his voice.

He felt a flash of tenderness rushing in. At the same moment, a hot tongue was licking his abused love hole, drawing out the cum that was flowing backward from his twisted waist. Clear tears streamed down the corners of his eyes, both hands gripping Prapai's thick hair tightly.

Who would have thought that P’Pai would put his tongue in that same place his own cum flowed out of?

"Ugh, huh, good."

"Lewd." 

Prapai raised his head mockingly, and that made Sky turn red. "Who exactly is lewd?"

The young man gave him a smile, a low voice whispering in a raspy voice. "So, we're both lewd to each other."

After he finished saying that, the sharp face tucked into its original position right into that still twitching hole, Prapai knew very well that the shy Sky liked when he licked his love hole right after fucking it rudely. So, having provoked him, Sky had to accept his fate tonight.

"Phi Pai, ah, it tingles."

In the silence of the night, in the dormitory of a young man named Sky. The groans echoed with the moving sound of the soft mattress, time after time, and it didn't seem to end so easily.

[dear-ao3]

Question for the mods....

HOW IN THE FUCK DID YOU MEET???

Like what???

How??

I am so god damn curious about you two. I wanna study yall under a microscope lol

Also ngl kinda envious of how close of friends you two seem to be. (Being an introverted shy af mofo sucks lmao)

I would actually probably read a whole ass book or watch a sitcom or something of the seemingly ever present weird-ass shit that seems to happen on a day-by-day basis.

/gen /lh /nf /pos

2018 newsies fandom. we weren't overly close but we bonded over race and albert a little and then katya dropped off the face of the earth for about a year.

during 2020 lockdown we both independently got into the witcher fandom and somehow ran into eachother again and had the fingers pointing OH MY GOD Y O U !!! moment in our dms. we bonded over hating jaskier. during this time we realized we were both dancers and katya was looking at dance colleges, i was already in college for dance and since it was lockdown and we couldn't go anywhere i told katya my experience auditioning at places to give him a good idea of places. and then i broke every internet safety rule known to man and said hey what if you had applied to my college but didnt know it?? and then one thing led to another and i dished out all the tea on my school. (only After that did we face reveal and give eachother our names lol) and then katya applied. mostly as a joke. until it wasnt a joke because that school gave katya a shit load of money and actually had stuff katya wanted to do. katya ended up coming to one of my zoom ballet classes and it took everything we had to not loose our shit on camera.

during this time we mostly kept eachother sane in lockdown writing witcher fanfic, and sending eachother awful thirst traps on instagram to pitbull music. one of our awful bits was using the dilf filter to make bad frat boy edits.

come august of 2021 we both moved into college. the same college. in the same building. it was wild. i pinched myself several times in shock. we went on a walk around campus with some worms on strings and were like what the hell how did we get here.

we continued to hang out and did weird insane things together. we took a class on the french revolution together where i had to put up with katya and fennec awkwardly flirting (read: making finger guns at eachother).

and then, since i was 2 years older, i was graduating and was going to stay in the area for a job and was like hey. what if we got an apartment together? and then we did. several adults agreed to this. idk why they let us. but now we live together in a real life apartment and we haven't even killed eachother yet. neither of our parents know that we met online. each of them have a different fake story as to how we know eachother and we really just hope they are never in the same room long enough to ask eachother about it. but its insane. 12/10 would recommend.

katya wanted me to include old tumblr screenshots of us talking, heres what i found from circa 2020:

we've always been like this lol

and heres some ancient greatest hits from instagram, i dont have context and trust me you dont want it:

every now and then the two of us look at eachother and go. how the fuck did we end up here??? (we have no idea)

[celaenaeiln]

Okay but you can’t just say “I'm not going to get into their brother relationship because that involves how Alfred treats Dick as a son rather than a grandson and is opening a whole new mansion of stuff so I'm going to wrap this up here” and not follow up with another post because that’s just cruel 😔😞 (aka this is me saying I really like & enjoy reading your interpretations and I need more of them HEHE)

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Thank you!!!! <3333

I love thinking about how Alfred treats Dick more of a son than a grandson because their relationship is different from Alfred's relationship with the other kids. Furthermore, it also explains a bunch of his actions.

First of, I know when everyone saw that Alfred had left Dick his entire inheritance they went "What the fuck." There were a bunch of jokes and questioning about why Alfred would do that and a lot of people have wrote it off as Tom Taylor's writing. But here's the thing. Tom Taylor has done a lot of stupid stuff in terms of characterization but he's done quite a few things right and one of them was adequately explaining Dick and Alfred's relationship.

I don't know how many people can read cursive but it says, "I invested much of this wisely and ethically...In fact, I planned to come to you for advice. Like Bruce, your mind is astonishing. You are a problem-solver and the world is full of problems." (There's actually panel during one of Dick and Slade's fight I have saved so lemme know if you or anyone is interested in Dick's innovativeness and how it makes his a terrifying opponent.)

Let me pause right there. This is Alfred's life savings. It's every piece of penny he's saved and every minute of his life is in that money. On top of what he says about Dick's intellect-and I agree and can prove it-he must've loved and trusted Dick an extraordinary amount to do this.

Alfred goes on to say, "I couldn't think of better hands to leave this fortune in. I believe you will see this, not as a personal gain, but as an opportunity. Because I believe in Dick Grayson."

He continues praising him and- HERE IT IS- "I am so very proud to call you my son."

DICK IS ALFRED'S SON.

This is the cleanest, clearest panel where he explicitly says it.

Hold on-this is the cleanest panel that says it? Wait a minute, let me retract that:

"Master Bruce was my son for a while. And then there was you."

THIS MOMENT HAS BEEN BUILDING UP ON US FOR YEARS. Tom Taylor wasn't doing lip service, he was just writing the inevitable!

I swear there's a panel where Dick refers to Alfred as his dad...

*Record scratch* WHAT DID ALFRED CALL DICK? WHAT DID DICK CALL ALFRED?

THIS IS WHY I LOVE THEM!!! THEY ARE GLORIOUS, BRILLIANT, UNDERRATED, AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THE FULL EXTENT OF EITHER OF THEIR ABILITIES, LOVE, OR DEPTH OF EMOTIONS.

THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS ON A DIFFERENT LEVEL.

Take the Ric Grayson arc for another example.

Background context: Dick-Ric-was sleeping on the counter and all of a sudden he was startled out of a nightmare thus accidentally ending up bumping into the guy next to him who was drinking. Of course the guy doesn't mind only because it's Dick but anyways, here Alfred makes his entrance. Another thing I love about about this interaction is this is one of the few times Alfred has ever admitted to being in the military. The only other time I can think of him openly saying that is when he's slapping Bruce around.

The worry in the man's eyes for his wayward son...when Bea is snarking with Dick about his tab Alfred decides to pay for him instead.

LOOK AT HIS EYES AS HE SAYS GOOD NIGHT! THE AMOUNT OF EMOTION HE HAS IN THEM IS PURE PERFECTION. THE MAN JUST WANTS HIS SON TO COME BACK.

Not to mention, Alfred adores Dick in a way he didn't even with Bruce.

"For a long time I would dread coming down to this dark hellhole. But the advent of young Grayson has forced an alteration in my attitude. The masters have made much progress in these few short months. I was opposed initially to the recruitment of the lad in Master Bruce's self-appointed 'War on Crime.' But I am prepared to admit my error. Master Richard has mad a difference for the better to our lives."

This is HUGE. Coming from Alfred, this is massive because Alfred LOATHES Bruce's "War on Crime." How much?

So much that he slapped Bruce bloody for it.

The pseudo-father and son beat each other to pieces over it. So after years of Alfred hating Bruce for what he's done, for him to say he only accepts it because of Dick-because of Dick's personality-is enormous praise and accomplishment.

Alfred loves Dick in a way he doesn't love anyone else. And before I get flamed by people for suggesting Alfred loves Dick more than Bruce, I want to say he loves Dick as much as Bruce but in a different manner. He doesn't see Dick as a grandchild who needs to be coddled and softened, he sees Dick as a son he can spoil and cherish.

Him paying off the tab was not only an act of kindness, but it mimicks the way a rich father gives everything to his youngest son. Bruce was the first born he raised but Dick was the baby of their family. This also ties in with how Bruce doesn't see Dick as just him son like he does with the others. To Bruce, they are just as much brothers as anything else.

When Bruce fires Dick from Robin after two-face, Alfred couldn't take it lightly. Dick wasn't just the light of Bruce's life, he was the fucking sun to Alfred's.

I started crying when I read this because the emotions and the pain he's feeling is so visceral. A man who has been MI5 and SAS (Special Airforce Service), who has fought wars, who has fought his son, lost his best friends, is breaking down alone at the top of the stairs over not having Dick as Robin.

You might think that's not all that sad. Worse things have happened. You're overreacting.

Tears are literally streaming down my face as I'm writing this review. Rudolph nose and ugly bloodstained eyes complete with it.

Can you ever imagine loving someone so much?

Crying in silence with a steady voice to never let them know your sorrow?

But sure, sure, he's cried when others were killed like this so I'll go into other special things.

Some of his best moments are with Dick:

The pure adoration in his eyes as he watches his young son go 'flap' 'flap' 'flap' with his older brother's too big cloathes.

He's laughing! Do you know the only times he laughs or grins like that?

That's right-with Bruce! With his other son.

With Dick, he laughs, gets angry, and actually shows interest in things not related to people's health. Dick humanizes Alfred.

Who is the only other person Alfred has gotten mad at? Oh yeah. Bruce.

There's another panel where Alfred just sits by his bedside holding his hand.

It's the little things that matter is a lie. When it comes to Dick, Alfred does things in fighter jet air shows level of affection which he learned just for this during his SAS days.

Their shared interests & mutual understanding

People always think Dick and Alfred have nothing in common between them. Dick is excitable, bouncy, and some other adjective while Alfred is calming, stoic, and butler-y. They actually forget that Dick and Alfred canonically bond of plays. Dick, as I said before, is a massive theater nerd. He loves plays. He really wanted to see that shakespeare play and Alfred said he would take him because he knows people there and then went on to complain about how his brother didn't even drop by to see him. I love their interactions because Dick brings out a different side to Alfred.

Das Rheingold was a German musical drama that was performed as a single opera at the National Theatre Munich. This is the link if you're interested in reading a short synopsis of this complicated play by the Metropolitan Opera. It's like a mix of "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Rings of Power."

Also the fact that Alfred is tying his tie like a father would tie his son's.

I know they make a crack out of it by using Bugs Bunny (Bugs Bunny is a fantastic cartoon! I grew up on it!) but Alfred knows that Dick loves opera and theater and is only asking if this particular play will suit his interests. Okay, great, we know Dick likes theater. You've said that and posted about it before. But how do we know Alfred likes it too and not just because he's British and posh and whatnot?

He has preformed at the London Theater, and this is another way he connects to Dick emotionally. When Dick complains about being Batman, Alfred is the one that tells him:

This is something Alfred understands about Dick that absolutely no one in the family does.

The two of them are show people. They know how to play the role they were given, and they know how to play it well. No one suspects Alfred the Butler of ruthlessly using firearms and no one suspects Dick the Light of the Universe to ruthlessly to manipulate allies.

Dick knows this about Alfred too and never presses for any answers. When Alfred's pulling out a bullet from Dick and performing high level medical techniques he should know nothing about, Dick asks him, "Where did you learn all this, Alfred." To which Alfred responds, "You would be amazed at what you can pick up by watching the Discovery Channel." Dick just gives a pained laugh retorts about his wonderful bedside manners.

They know.

What Alfred sees in Dick is a pure goodness that can't be emulated. He loves his son for how absolutely good he is and is devastated when Dick can't be with him. Of everyone, Dick is the one Alfred is closest to. Other members have their moments with him but no one continually seeks out his presence just for the fact they like him aside from Dick. The rest treat him as an important side character, not a parent. And Alfred responds to that devotion with overwhelming love of his own.

Alfred and Bruce's optimism comes bundled up in the form of Dick. It's stunning how it's always Alfred of all people who admits this. Alfred who isn't supposed to show favoritism or bias is the one that consistently acknowledges how important Dick is to the family and him. This solidifies the fact that Dick is Alfred's favorite.

Other moments that differentiate Dick and Alfred's relationship:

We're pretty familiar with this and many of us have laughed it off when Alfred scolded Dick (also Dick looks hot af here). But can you imagine even anyone else playfully mocking Alfred? THIS. BOY. IS. SPECIAL. Alfred doesn't even blink twice at the address, indicating how typical it is for Dick to act that way with him. You only do that to people you're best friends with.

Casual comfort, the two of them.

Dick and Bruce were brothers and how that ties into Alfred:

Adding to my "Light of Bruce's life" Robin Dick canon, Alfred told Dick that Bruce "would have self-distructed if he hadn't met me and learned responsibility. I made him laugh, and he was like the greatest big brother you could ever imagine...it was our town."

Bruce and Dick are so damn codependent.

Bruce would not have survived without Dick. That's all there is to it.

Robin Dick was the light shining through rain clouds, the glitter in the air, the angel with golden wings, the giggling sweetheart to Alfred and Bruce. He was sunshine, love, and joy and the men both adored, thrived, and cherished him for it.

And if Dick and Bruce were brothers then Alfred was Dick's father and he was Alfred's son.

[chericherilvr]

idk if you write scenarios/reactions(or wtv their called idk </3) but if you do could you maybe write something with the xdh members(separate) with a reader that cries really easy starting to cry during an argument?

I fear im projecting as im a major crybaby and start sobbing anytime someone raises their voice at me/just shows anger towards me in general </3 😭

XDH Gunil and Jungsu (separate) react to you crying during an argument

okay so hihi,, I wrote these two a while back when I got the ask and never got around writing the rest, I thought just now about pushing through the words and at leas write gaon's so it is a "xdh hyung line" but lately I haven't been in an relationship-angst mood to write,, so I thought to myself what to do and figured at least post these two that I already had instead of waiting to finally write the rest (and in the process probably letting these two scenarios die) so I'm sorry it isn't an ot6, but I hope you enjoy these two little scenarios <3

scenario: The argument wasn't even that big—something that halfway-through both of you forgot what it was about. Maybe it started as playful joke. Maybe a broken promise. But say the wrong thing on the wrong time, and it's all gone. It doesn't matter who is on the right, maybe it never did. It doesn't matter which color is better, or if the dishes were washed or not. Strip all the context, and it's only words, sounds even an alien could re-create that we attach meaning to it… But add a bad day, a bad week, the stress of promotions, coming home only seeking comfort; and even two lovers can snap as if the enemy they had to take down wasn't life, but each other.

Like a small trigger, biting the bullet of even the smallest calibre (or however you measure the size), just like how life goes by you when you die: everything starts to catch up to you. And suddenly the context of the argument didn't matter, because you could only cry.

~read the scenarios down here~

💤 Gunil

Time doesn't stop how it used to before. Now people have gotten better at reacting on time. It shocks you how quick Gunil's arms find you—wrapping themselves around you. You also catch yourself melting into them rather fast, so quick that, if it wasn't for him, you might have fallen to the ground. Even through fear, your body chooses vulnerability with him, and you give up all control.

"I'm sorry but please don't shout at me." Your voice trembles.

Gunil is used to his leader voice, not afraid of getting loud when other 5 voices are speaking over each other. He needs it to survive really. Truth is, Gunil didn't even realise he raised his voice until it was too late. He softly, as if any sudden movement would make you disappear, he caresses your back.

"I'm sorry baby," Gunil says. His voices carries fragility, and it's only when a tear hits your shoulder that you realise he is also shaking. "I don't want to scare you, ever. I… I want to be your safe place and I'm sorry I'm the reason why you cried, I don't want to be that, ever."

Time doesn't stop how it used to before. If so you would've hit pause and stayed on Gunil's arms forever, as tho both of you embraced each other: your hearts beat the same rhythm. Yet time doesn't stop anymore, but you could still try. Clumsily walking towards the couch not letting go. Even through pain the comfort was with each other.

💤 Jungsu

Maybe in another life you would've fought back. Maybe in another life you would've called out all the bullshit these random people were telling you. But in some lives we have to be weak. In some lives you are born wired to not be a fighter. Jungsu is a fighter. It would surprise many to see him, the awkward boy who just loves, being able to just fight for all the people he cares about.

So he couldn't stand it.

He couldn't look at you—the most amazing person in the whole world, who moved planets and saved his life. His words, not mine. And allow you to take all the mean things your "friends" were telling you. But his passion is unstoppable and, for you, he would not keep quiet. Even when you were the one on the receiving end.

"I won't allow it. Don't you see how amazing you are?! Do I have to engrave it in your brain?! And they just think they can treat you like that?" Jungsu is in the middle of his rant when you start crying. His back turned to you, faced moving around the room, his voice louder than you expected. "I should've said something back then, I didn't want to cause a scene with people I just met but, the more I think about it, the more angry I am. You're just, perfect! I just can't believe it!! How dare they I will-"

"Please su…" You cut him once his voice gets more of an edge. Thinking at any moment he would go outside and fight your friends.

He finally turns to look at you, slowly, as if he was making sure he heard right. The second he saw your tears, he speeds to you and drops to his knees. He holds your face.

"Darling, are you okay? What happened?!" His eyes are pleading as he moves your hair behind your ear.

"Just, calm down, it's okay they just," your voice fades out not able to find any excuse to their behaviour. "That's how they joke and show love?" You say almost questioning yourself in the process.

Jungsu shakes his head and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his face on your stomach, which he kisses softly.

"I'm sorry if I came over too strong, it's just, I don't think you realise how amazing you are," Jungsu raises back his head and looks at you, drawing patterns with his fingers along your body. "I genuinely have no words to describe you, they should create a new word on the dictionary to describe perfection. That being your name, that is. It just pains me to see people not appreciating you and being all mean. You don't deserve that, you don't have to sit there and accept it."

Maybe in another life you would've been a fighter. But in this life you're allowed to be weak, to stand there and do nothing. Because Jungsu won't hesitate but to fight for you; his everything.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

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.

[vegan-peppermint]

Tim "Masky" x doctor!reader

Wc: 1.5k

Genre: plot? Tension? A lot of back story in the beginning if you want to skip it go to this post (same fic without the context).

No gender mentioned and not relevant.

Tw: references of a rough childhood

You should be grateful to your brother, truly. Without him, you'd likely still be stuck in your hometown, working a dead-end job and living in that nightmare of a house. When he turned 18 and ran away, he promised to come back for you as soon as he could. He vowed to take you so far away that the terrible memories of your parents couldn't reach you anymore. You were only 13 at the time and didn't fully grasp the situation—you just felt abandoned.

Thankfully, your brother kept his word. He completed his studies at the police academy, climbed the chain of command, and became a detective—and when the clock struck the first hour of your 18th birthday, he showed up as promised. It was hard, of course; you barely recognized the man who now seemed so distant from the teen you last saw in that same cold living room.

You are grateful.

He covered all your needs and wants, including your education—and medical school is goddamn expensive. Everything you are today is thanks to him.

Recently, he became a Supervisory Special Agent in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit—a remarkable accomplishment, especially at such a young age. His promotion helped you to secure an internship within the agency. You were still exploring various medical specialties, uncertain about which path to choose. Psychiatry sounded intriguing, but you also considered something more hands-on, like emergency medicine. Truth be told, you felt completely lost, with no clear direction. So, you were thrilled to learn that the internship program would expose you to multiple fields: working directly with deranged individuals brought in by agents, assisting in interrogations alongside psychiatrists, treating life-threatening injuries on agents or criminals alike, and even assessing the capabilities of new recruits. It was the perfect fit for someone at your stage in life and career.

A couple of weeks ago, he brought in two men, suspects in crimes spanning multiple states, with no clear means or motives for their actions. The higher-ups didn't approve of the arrests, arguing that the crimes' circumstances were too unusual and lacked continuity; it was evident that more than two painfully average individuals were involved. But Kevin, your brother truly believed he had a sixth sense about these things. He was convinced they were the culprits.

When he brought them in, he was instructed to keep the operation low-profile. With minimal resources allocated, he had to choose his personnel wisely. That's how you found yourself in the midst of this circus. A third-year med student playing doctor in the underground of a semi-secret government facility. That's how you met them.

Brian and Tim.

Tim is the first one you met, seeing to his severe wounds was urgent. His whole torso was covered in bruises, some older- a deep shade of purple—but mostly bright red. His forearms and knees bore scratches and were actively bleeding. You’d never seen someone in such a dire state, raising immediate concerns about potential internal bleeding.

Despite his alarming condition, Tim exuded an unsettling confidence. He responded to each of your questions with a broad, almost defiant grin and a voice dripping with cloying charm.

His teasing demeanor only got worse with each (more frequent) visit to your office.

“Does this hurt?” you asked, applying gentle pressure to one of his ribs.

“It’d hurt so much more if you’d decided not to touch me, dove,” he said with a low voice.

“It’s important for you to talk with me, Tim,” you rolled your eyes, moving away from his side, his jokes and comments not bothering you in the slightest. He wasn’t a difficult person to work with, just awfully vague and badly hurt. “The sooner we treat you, the sooner you get out of this boring, sterile white office,” you encourage, and Tim hums in response.

An uneasy silence lingered after.

“Get out of here just so Agent Shit-Face can send me right back?” he said.

You didn’t react to his comment. You didn’t want to actually. If you did, you would have to acknowledge what, or rather who, had inflicted all those wounds on him. It’s not easy, but you have to remind yourself he is a murderer. This is a high-security interrogation center.

“I don’t think you broke anything,” you stated. “As far as I can tell, the wounds are superficial, nothing to worry about. I’ll give you some painkillers, nothing too exciting, just some ibuprofen.”

Tim’s eyes followed you as you walked over to one of your cabinets to grab the meds. Back turned to him so you could escape his piercing gaze.

“Who’s he to you?” he asked bluntly.

Perhaps he saw directly through your pretense of indifference towards his previous statement. You wouldn’t be surprised; you always had a very expressive face. Before turning around to face him, you had to repeat to yourself. He was not just a patient; he was a psychopath responsible for countless deaths. He is not vulnerable or a victim- someone you can bond with. He is dangerous.

“If you start coughing blood or have trouble breathing, come straight back here, you hear me?

“Every time you walk by, his eyes linger longer than anyone else’s,” he continued, an almost playful tone lacing his words. “I might have lingered a bit myself, watching you leave the room longer than I shuld've.” His gaze was warm, the corners of his lips turning a shade pinker from an instinctive bite. Nothing about him is threatening, not even the steps he had taken without you noticing, for now he was standing right in front of you.

He maintains some distance between the two of you, giving you a sense of control. He is not genuine; every step is calculated to trick you. The way he pauses, giving you space to react. You should say something, but you can’t find the words as your mind is overburdened with the task of holding a stoic face.

“I need to know,” he whispered as he inched closer, closing the distance.

In the depth of his green eyes, you catch a fleeting reflection of your uncertainty, prompting you to avert your gaze. He lowers his head slowly, following your movement with composure. Only for the soft thud his palms made against the wall did a realization hit you:

He had cornered you.

“I need to know,” he repeats, his voice laced with honey.

You closed your eyes, the mere presence of him overwhelming you. God, was this a mistake, as you now became acutely aware of his breath brushing against your face. You swear you felt his familiar sliding smirk forming in response to your distress.

“Am I flirting with another man’s woman?” he breathes with a teasing challenge.

Before you could even comprehend the weight of the accusation, a loud knock jolted you from your thoughts. Instinctively, you stiffened, frozen in place as if your body had abandoned agency. Only when the door creaked open did you allow yourself to breathe again.

Tim sat casually on the medical bed, his demeanor cheerful and utterly unfazed, as though nothing was amiss. Your brother, Kevin, towered in the doorway, his presence dense with authority.

“What’s taking so long?” Kevin said, his gaze bouncing between you and Tim.

“Sorry,” you replied, releasing a shaky breath. “He’s ready to go.” You let a deliberate pause hang in the air, then added, “Brother.”

No need to look at him to know Tim’s face lit up with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You don’t know why you did that, what compelled you to let him know Kevin is your brother. No, rather, why were you so desperate to let Tim know you were single?

This is ridiculous; you were so stupid. The warning bells rang loud and clear, yet you completely ignored them. You fell for his charm and traps. Coming clean to Kevin is the right thing to do, surely. Tell him what happened and how you want to be taken off the case. Yes, that would be the safest, most righteous thing to do.

But as Kevin secured Tim’s hands behind his back and guided him by the shoulder, doubt crept in. What would happen if you left? They don’t have the budget or any interest in getting another doctor on base. Tim’s disheveled hair bounced with every movement, revealing red stains splattered on his forehead and neck. You cannot leave; you have to do your job as a doctor!

You tightened your resolve. This time, you’d do better. No more falling for his traps. You were done playing games.

You know better now, for sure.

[conclaveconfessions]

forgive me father, it's been over a decade since my last confession.

I do not come to confess my sins nor flaws, though they are plenty because I'm only human. I come because I feel an annoying buzz, doubt over my brothers and sisters assuming I'm something that I'm really not, a hater searching for schism within our wonderful fandom. I come because I rarely interact with one of the most popular and beloved characters (Benítez) and I do so not because I'm a Lawrellini shipper but for reasons that are not selfish. I do so, on top of my first reason which I'll mention soon, because him and I come from the same place and I've grown extremely tired of how Latinos are treated by Americans, though most times I can see it's not malice, just carelessness accompanied by what I choose to see as good intentions.

My first reason, however, comes from feeling hurt over the way my brothers and sisters treat his intersexuality, a complaint that has been mentioned here before and I couldn't agree more. Knowing intersex people, what I find the most bizarre is all the assumptions being made about his personality, tastes and views in life because of such. Knowing intersex people, I can't understand how he becomes a pinnacle of stereotypes as a consequence of being intersex. If this was done to me, and it is done to me by others because I'm queer too, I would feel awful. The idea of "best of both worlds", rightfully called out in that other ask, makes me frown. And so, my gut reaction is to be so overly cautious about his characterization that I end up not including him in jokes, disgusted at the idea that I'll be contributing to these stereotypes and exoticization of intersex people, who deserve at the very least more than carelessness, even if with good intentions originally.

Speaking of exotic...I am aware by now that escaping the reggaeton latino king ay papi dale mamacita aesthetic is nearly impossible online and of course I say "dale" and "papito" jokingly in other contexts, I ask, father, for your grace to see what I'm trying to say. What I don't like is the Latino conceptualization, much like the intersex stereotype, being used based on stereotype. I know all the assumptions made, by North-Americans mostly, about me when I say I'm Latino. Sometimes they'll be good assumptions and that are true but having the lived experience and being the leftist that I am, I can't help but question why we are jumping to so many set-in-stone conclusions regarding his orientation and views which okay for fanfiction sin problema, it's fiction and headcanons, but that worry me in the sense of these views also being taken to real life and the treatment of fellow Latinos. I haven't bought the book yet so I would like to know more about him but based on the movie, I can't understand why the intersexuality + being Latino are used as being synonymous to the most radical marxist values and deconstruction ideals. To me, at least, he seems moderate, making him a centrist choice between Tedesco and Bellini. I feel like asking, very kindly, to my brothers and sisters: Do you know what Catholicism is like in América? Not the US, I'm talking about América. Do you think that because you remember only the red wave topic from school (did you study us in school?) we live in a socialist utopia with our coconut trees and beautiful, exotic Latino kings whom are all queer, leftist radicals fighting to disrupt your North-American system? We barely have legalized abortion. Women die every day in my country from domestic violence. And in this context, you'll find Latinos with a varied combo of values and views because we are people, not tokens. You'll find Catholics who are extremely conservative and kick their queer children out of houses and you'll find Catholics who are far more tolerant than some Protestants who do that too. Again, people, not tokens. I'm sorry if reading my discomfort makes you uncomfortable when I know this is just a fandom I love very much and we're all here for fun but I wanted to vent, father, for I know my perspective can be useful regarding the stereotype carelessness, both regarding the intersexuality and being Latino. I do not wish to call out anyone in particular, in fact I wish to be cautionary on behalf of intersex people and Latinos, as a caring ally to the former and the latter being one myself.

In the end, all I wanted to say was that I really like Benítez, Carlos Diehz is incredible and I can't wait to see more of him soon. And that if I don't talk about Benítez often is not because I don't like him but because I end up focusing on others, maybe because of what I just said or maybe just because I'm drawn to other dynamics. I do like the idea of Benítez/Tedesco as well as Benítez/Sister Agnes, if he is straight. To the good hearts reading this, please do not freak out and worry about being "called out" (that's not my intention). I'm sorry if my words are delivered as anything other than me just pointing out that moving a little bit more carefully is important. I don't wish to ruin anyone's fun. This is all part of interacting with different cultures and experiences and everyday we learn something. Isn't that what makes us grow?

Thank you father for listening to my confession.

~

[hell3ater]

Fantasies

Synopsis: You make a comment how you've never been pleasured by a man before. Lucien does everything in his power to change that.

Content (& warnings): smut (mdni), afab!f!reader, fingering (reader receiving) hints of 1800s european sexism standards, p/w plot, enthusiastic consent, light teasing, allusions but not detailed aftercare.

A/N: happy pride month to my fellow haunted transmascs!! doing different formatting w/ this layout, subtle change but I think it might be more accessible?? Idk. Might cook up a part 2 if there’s demand.

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Mistake one was mentioning something along these lines to any man in earshot, let alone someone who is essentially your boss.

You volunteer to help as a nurse from time to time with Lucien's work, mostly doing some paperwork and tidying, but plenty of actual nurse duties. It was a conversation that came up as gossip to one of the others while you two were cleaning when things were winding down. You weren't sure how it came up, but it was with someone you trusted in what you thought was a private enough area.

"I'm not quite sure the last time a man has genuinely pleasured me. I'm almost tempted to lead a life of celibacy if I can't find one soon." Something almost entirely meant as a joke, but not entirely a false statement either.

"Truly, you don't mean that. I'm sure one day you'll find someone who will treat you well." Your friend had replied, swatting your arm some.

You had rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to reply, but heard someone clearing their throat behind the both of you.

You spun around to see an extremely flustered Lucien behind you. You don't know if you've ever seen that man be any other shade than grey, but here he was, red as hellfire.

"... Apologies for interrupting. I'm going to be closing the doors soon, please let me know when you're leaving. It's... quite late." He didn't give either of you a chance to respond before quickly turning to walk away.

Your friend turned to you with a smile. "I believe that may be tonight, my dear."

...

Mistake two was noticing how long his fingers were when he was working. You had to give him some patient files before leaving, and he did suggest you let him know when leaving, for good reason. But that didn't stop the awkwardness by any means of the conversation from earlier.

You've seen him work plenty of times you've had to pay attention to his hands in some capacity. In most situations, you've always noticed how his fingers were just slightly too long for his hands. But for this past hour or so, even with the embarrassment, your mind couldn't help but wander with what else he could do with them. You didn't have the foresight to know he was going to give a demonstration, especially when your plans were to simply deal with your frustrations on your own.

You brushed your thoughts away and gently set the papers at the edge of the desk. He hadn't even noticed you coming in, almost jumping out of his seat before looking up at you.

He wasn't just looking up at you, though. With how close you two were, you could tell he was analyzing every breath and hint of expression before speaking. You could swear you were just overthinking this, fantasizing, going off a hopeless whim.

"I brought over the last of the files for the day. I also wanted to apologize for my words earlier. They weren't appropriate." An apology was due anyways, you knew realistically that Lucien would respect you much more than most men would (despite the ache in your core desiring otherwise), and you would be on your way home soon anyways.

He set his quill aside and shook his head, leaning back in the chair slightly. "Don't. As far as you were aware, it was a private area. I should have knocked." His legs crossed and he clasped his hands in his lap, watching intently.

You've seen this look in his eyes before, but not in this context. When he's researching, finding information, sure, but this look of hunger in his eyes was at you.

Your breath hitched before you control yourself, and you weren't quite sure what to do. The silence was much longer in your mind than it really was, and the heartbeat in your neck felt like a bomb.

You couldn't dare try and suggest anything. He probably wouldn't say anything without prompting, but by this point, you clearly both wanted more out of this. You'd have to open the floor to him. "... Is there anything you need before I go, doctor?"

That was enough. He leaned forward, one hand going to take off his glasses, the other going and gently resting hip. Those grey eyes were only looking at you with pure hunger. "It's late. Nobody's here. If you have no qualms with it..." The hand on your hip slowly began to go down, testing the waters. "... will you let me prove you wrong?"

He didn’t assume. He didn’t make a statement. Lucien’s grasp on you wasn’t even a grab. He was almost pleasing.

Your mouth didn’t give you a chance to reconsider for a moment. “Do what you desire.” He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, you expected this to be not much different.

He let out a sigh of relief and a thank you at once, going to lift up your skirts as he pulled you close, his face almost pressing against your stomach as he watched you.

“I can’t help but wonder…” He began, his fingers trailing up your legs as he spoke. “Where they began to fail. Did they only seek their own?” Your breath hitched as they made their way to your folds, teasing as two began to rub against you. “Did they not know where to begin?” Lucien’s thumb pressed against your clit, and you could feel yourself throbbing as he did so.

You couldn’t help but whine at the pressure. His words were already turning to mush when you watched his smile.

He let out a hum as his thumb made gentle circling motions, your hands going to his shoulders to support. With his mouth so close to you, his laugh went straight to your core even through the cloth.

“That must be it. How cruel for them to deny you such joy.” His fingers kept catching at your entrance but not quite fully going in, his eyes continuing to watch as you fell deeper into your desires. The cruel irony for him to say such things while taunting you would be thought about later, but not right now when he was already making you so undone.

“Lucien, please.” Your hips began to sway with his thumb, trying to get more friction from what he was giving you. His tongue clicked at the response.

“I’m not sure what you want from me, darling. Maybe… this?” With that, two of his fingers slid into you and began curling upwards, brushing every spot you needed them too. The cry you let out was sinful, and yet music to his ears.

Your body collapsed into him, your face going into his neck. You nodded furiously as you struggled to get the words out, your hips continuing to grind into his hand.

“Good girl.” That was enough for you. However long it took for the pleasure that was building up to finally snap was both too quick and a long time coming, but those words were enough.

The fingers curling into you and the thumb on your clit had slowed down as you went through your orgasm, your body shaking and yet screaming for more. Lucien didn’t stop until he was sure you had enough.

When you recovered enough of your senses, you realized he was rubbing your back and you were in his lap being cradled. You were wrecked, pleased and have never been so taken care of. Embarrassment and guilt was hitting as you realized the leg you were sitting on was soaked.

“… I don’t know how to repay you…” you muttered, still having your arms wrapped around him and your face in his neck.

“You don’t. Know that this was enough for me, if it was enough for you.” Lucien was lazily tracing your thigh as he spoke, letting you continue calming down from your high.

“It’s still late. Please stay as long as you need.” You couldn’t help but wonder if that was an invitation to rest, or your turn to take up on a challenge.

[lakesparkles]

I have a question. How did your fascination with Thanos began (and why him of all characters)? And how did you come up with the cheetah Thanos au?

Anon, I'm convinced you can read my mind. For days I wanted to write the entire post behind this, thank you for giving an excuse to do so - and this will probably be a long text, here's my story with Thanos in full detail:

I watched season 2 a few days before it got popular, it was at that time people were even joking that nobody watched this season. I wasn't planning to do it so soon, but I needed a break so BAD - for context, I was still in the Mouthwashing fandom and people there were making me lose all my motivation to draw, I was feeling super bad during those days. And I chose SG to watch because 1) I really enjoyed season 1 back in 2021 and 2) my brother had watched it before me and he told me that there was a character there that I could like because he was similar enough to Daisuke (obviously Dae-ho).

I'm telling all of this to be clear that I had NO IDEA about what was gonna happen nor other people's opinion about it. All the information I knew about Thanos was a very basic introduction my brother said to me. So I wasn't excited to meet him, my brother made him sound like a boring character. Even worse, I was under the impression that the season would be bad. So, once Thanos appeared, everything was a surprise.... And I was surprised for sure.

I remember everything clearly because my brother was in the room next to mine and I kept screaming all my opinions to him. The first one, my very first impression of Thanos, was exactly: "Oh no, I can't take him seriously, his face is too goofy" just to later find out that he wasn't a very serious character anyway. He made me laugh very loudly in one of his first scenes and I was so disappointed on myself, I was supposed to dislike the season!!!

So every single thing about him shocked me, I didn't know about the drugs and I didn't know he was the antagonist. But, even still, I wasn't too impressed LMAO Thanos wasn't my favorite character by far to the point I'm still confused why he ended up having such an impact on me.

I could give more details about my thoughts about every scene of him... But it's already getting to long so I'll skip to the moment I finished watching it:

I went to look on Tumblr to see what other people thought about the season, I found basically nothing. I was heartbroken because I imagined this season wouldn't be as popular as the first and I wanted it to be because I ended up loving almost everything about it. In that moment, I wanted to find something related to Dae-ho, but I instead got some fanart of Thanos and Nam-gyu and that was the second I realized some people could ship them. It made sense, but I didn't get it at first.

That was when it happened.

I opened Tiktok and found much more stuff, mostly edits. I was having the time of my life. Again, some stuff about Thanos and Nam-gyu appeared to me. I was watching a specific one (I'm super sad I can't find it again, but it was with that "you get me and I get you" song) and that made me laugh because it was a very cute edit and a huge contrast with how much the two were big assholes. I thought "hah, I could ship these two.... As a joke"

I realized my mistake in the same second. I literally said "oh no" out loud and stared at my wall.

Starting then it was too late. I realized they were the type of character I could hyperfixate on and this couldn't leave my mind. I gave myself one day to try to ignore that. After that, I would let myself be free and accept my fate.

And well, we all know that happened after this.

(Okay, I'll go back very soon and write the second part about cheetah Thanos)

[laereviewsrandomly]

Lae Reviews: The Last of Us (Season 2: TV 2025)

I am a massive Last of Us fan. I love the first game and part two is in my top games of all time. I have played The Last of Us Part II three times now. Ellie is one of my favourite characters. Preface over! :)

SPOILER-FREE REVIEW

This season really upset me. For context, I enjoyed the first season of the show and I thought it was quite faithful to the games and the characters, even with the changes they made to the lore. It was a good time. So I was going into season two with the expectation that I would get a decently faithful adaptation with some extra stuff sprinkled in to expand upon the world. What I didn't expect was a season that completely disrespected its main character and messed up key plot points. I was okay with some changes, but others were downright infuriating to watch. I literally had to pause sometimes because I was sitting there like "they would never do this". I was pulling my hair out by the end of it. NUMERICAL RATINGS: Characters: 5/10 Story: 4.5/10 Music: 7/10 Enjoyment: 5/10 Lore Loyalty: 4/10 Rewatchable?: Not for me.

Overall: 5.1/10

SPOILER REVIEW STARTS HERE!

And here come the spoilers!

I think I have to start this review with Ellie. They seriously disrespected her this season. From the gutting of her Seattle segment, to her overall character - never in my life did I expect them to disregard her so aggressively. In The Last of Us Part II, Ellie has matured with her age. She still jokes around every now and then, but overall, she is more reserved and feels like she has changed in the five years we have been absent from her story. Ellie in the show feels like she has barely matured. She doesn't take things very seriously, and throughout the season, she lacks the angst that surrounded her in the game - and I really didn't like it. They also made her feel stupid this season, which is just insane to me. She needed Dina to do literally anything, as if she hadn't travelled with Joel for months on end and learned how to survive. Dina should not have been planning everything for Ellie! Ellie should know how to plot routes to places and how to pack supplies. While I think Dina should help Ellie with some things, I feel that basic survival understanding is not one of them and it made Ellie feel like such an idiot in an apocalypse scenario.

They didn't do her any favours with combat either. In the game, Ellie is a goddamn terminator. In the show, Ellie is getting her ass handed to her a little too often for my liking. It was so unexpected! I saw a clip on Twitter the other day with Bella Ramsey doing this insane fight choreography practice and I was sitting there like - where the hell was that?! It would have been awesome! It definitely feels like they cut some serious action sequences for Ellie and it is such a waste.

The fight choreography I saw!

I will say, though, I liked the hospital sequence. The chase was really enjoyable and the confrontation worked for me. It was like a taste of what this season could have been.

What I didn't like, however, was what came after. Ellie did not seem to give a single damn that she had just beaten a woman to death, there was no remorse or shock. She just carried on. It frustrated me. In the game, at this point, Ellie is shell-shocked and she couldn't quite get over what she had done. She was so emotionally tumultuous that she finally started to give in to the pain she was feeling. It was a devastating moment to watch in the game, in the show it was like nothing had happened. They took the emotional weight from Ellie and filled her with this seemingly endless apathy.

They only spend ninety-one minutes on Ellie's story in Seattle, and you can really feel it. The cut content feels like lost limbs, and the show feels like a hollow shell of a story. The shortened season was completely the wrong move for a story that stretches over more than 10 hours. It was a series of getting from point A to point B with no sauce, no flavour and certainly no emotional depth.

I'm not sure how to feel about Dina. I think, overall, she was alright. I didn't like that they left out her religious background; her moment in the synagogue in the game was lovely and deepened our understanding of the character. Dina's character felt mostly well represented in the show, far better than Ellie's, but I do take issue with how her sexuality is approached. I think it's because they changed her background but I don't fully understand why they made it seem like she was scared to be queer; Dina being comfortable in her sexuality is something I loved about her character in the games, I am not saying a new take is bad - I just didn't like how they went about it. Then again, the entire season has been reading like Craig Mazin hates our favourite girls.

Mazin has been on the record saying that he thinks that Ellie and Dina have "a mother-daughter relationship". Absolute insanity. How one so violently misunderstands such a clear relationship, I will never know, but it certainly explained why this season felt the way it did.

I also had a big issue with how the season ended. Ellie begging for her life? Seriously? Ellie, the girl who is all in for dying for like ninety percent of the second game, is afraid to die. You could say it's because Dina is pregnant, but if that's the reason, why didn't Ellie do the same thing in the games? Because that's not who she is in Part II. Elle isn't afraid of death. That girl is down to let it happen; she isn't going down begging - and don't even get me started on that wacky editing. Who missed their quick time event and failed the scene?

Me watching Craig Mazin manage to mess up a story that was already fully laid out for him.

My final big qualm with the season is how they characterised Jesse. He started off fine, but then he got to Seattle. Why was he so angry to be there? He literally chose to follow them. My guy was fighting for the angriest man of the year prize. Why was he beefing so badly with Ellie? They're meant to be friends. I'm fine with him voting against Ellie's want for a team, but I'm not okay with him actively choosing to go after them and then taking it out on Ellie. Like, what the hell? Calm down, man! You're meant to be a calm voice of reason, not Ellie's scolding father. I refuse to believe Jesse would ever be like this. It's so weird to me.

I think my most lukewarm take is with Abby this season. She was fine. There isn't much I can say about her, seeing as she was hardly in the season (which I expected), but from what we saw of her, I enjoyed her character. Honestly, I think my only problem I found was when she called Joel handsome. It didn't feel right. She definitely wouldn't say this.

Time for the positives! I know I haven't been very loving of this season, but I think my issues are fair. However, I did enjoy a few episodes properly. I thought episodes 1 & 2 were well done, even if I think the dance scene was way too early in the show, and the Joel scene was perfect. While I did take issue with the teaming up of Dina and Joel over Tommy and Joel, I can see why they did, as Tommy has a different role in Jackson for the show. I didn't mind the change necessarily, but I do think it caused Tommy to be a bit too sidelined this season in the story. The scene itself was really good, I honestly have no issues with it. It hit well emotionally and probably set my expectations for the season too high.

I also enjoyed the flashback episode. They definitely cut the museum short; the BTS we were given proved that, and I think I will always be a little salty about it. I thought it was a sweet episode, and it was well placed in the season. I thought lie reveal being changed from the hospital was alright, I was a little upset about it but I don't think it was nearly the worst change they've made - so I got over it. The added scenes with Ellie's different birthdays were really nice to see; being able to see Ellie change over the years was a nice insight into what we missed during the five-year timeskip. The scene with Joel, Kat and Ellie was kind of awkward to watch, but then you remember that Joel is allowed an adjusting period and it caught him by surprise. He still loves his lesbian daughter, but he just had several different shocks at once.

Overall, I think this season was a hollow shell of what TLOU is. It felt like one of those Disney live-action remakes where they remove the soul of the original movie for the sake of a few dollars. I'm hoping season 3 is better than what we got with season 2 but I'm not holding my breath for it. Who knows, though, they may just surprise me! I'll be there regardless, I love Abby and Lev too much not to be. That's all, folks! Hope you enjoyed! :)

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Giggle Bats (Angst AU) - Snippet 1

AU Context Here

Bruce's hand stilled mid crank of the wrench. Entirely caught off guard, his gaze lifted in the direction of the teen. “What did you just call it?” He hoped his tone wasn't too sharp. It crushed him every time Dick flinched, but the words had left him before he could remember to lighten the gruffness. He was so used to it being just Alfred and himself here, and Alfred always knew when his words were laced with anger versus genuine bewilderment—even though they sounded fairly alike.

“Hm?” Dick poked his head out from behind the computer, seemingly unfazed by the question. "The Batmobile?"

“The... Batmobile?” Bruce repeated the absurd title back to Dick.

It took a moment for the dots to connect in Dick's mind. Yes, the Batmobile. The Dark Knight's trusty steed. The harbinger of a rough night to come for every crook in Gotham from petty thief to mob boss. Surely this Bruce—“Oh shit, that's right! You've never had a Robin!”

Dick pushed against the desk so that the chair would wheel further into Bruce's direct line of sight, dragging his IV pole along with him (aided by a nudge from Alfred's foot). “That is the Batmobile.” He explained with an amused grin. “This,” Dick gestured to the computer, “is the Batcomputer.” Dick then grabbed one of the broken Batarangs from the desk, giving it a flourishing gesture. “Batarang!”

Bruce was lost. Utterly lost. Dick could feel the giddiness rising within him.

“It usually starts with me,” he explained. “A joke at first, but it sticks pretty quick. Almost everything has Bat in front of it. Officially and unofficially.” Dick leaned back into the computer chair—Batcomputer Batchair—rolling his eyes up to the ceiling as he recalled the various names he had heard versions of himself and his siblings use over the years. He counted each on a finger. “Batbelt. Batcape. Batjet. Batbike. Batglare.” Dick paused to gauge Bruce's reaction—bewildered silence. The teen's grin threatened to give-way to laughter. “What do you call it?”

Bruce's jaw had hung open. His brow was furrowed. “The car.”

“On the contrary, Sir.” Alfred hummed his own amusement. “I do believe that Gotham has begun to refer to it as the Bat-Car.”

The wrench slipped from Bruce's hand, falling with a series of mocking clanks and clatters as it bounced its way through the overly complicated engine. This was enough to finally permit himself to laugh—a foreign sound and feeling. One he felt he hadn't experienced in God knew how long. Months? Years? Dick was soon doubled over with the laughter. The motions made his stitches nag in protest, but the euphoria was too good and too overdue to stop. Dick laughed. He laughed and laughed until he began to cry. Once the crying started, the sobs were quick to follow. Almost instantaneously. One extreme to the other, both he hadn't let himself feel for too long. Too too long. All this time—all these years—he had been surviving. He had been keeping his brothers in line. He had been listening to their stories of their Bruce's. Their Batman's. Their memories. Their joy filled moments and years of Robin. Their lives as Bruce Wayne's children. A life Dick never knew, but had heard and witnessed time and time again. Always from the outside. Always longing. Always longing.

–

Bruce had sat in silent support while Dick cried himself into trembling exhaustion. He didn't know Dick's pain, not fully. But he knew heart break. He knew what it was like to watch others live the life he wanted more than anything. Parents to hold him. Laughter to be shared. Bruce couldn't fix the pain of Dick's past any more than he could fix his own—but he'd do whatever was within his power to see that Dick's pain ended here. No more universe hoping. No more slaughters. No more longing for a proper, safe home. Bruce swore it to himself as he laid Dick carefully back into his bed.

Bruce tucked the teen in, careful of his arm as to not tangle or pull on the IV cords. Once he was satisfied that Dick would be warm and comfortable for the night, Bruce sat carefully on the edge of the bed. “You know,” he spoke softly, running a hand through Dick's shaggy hair, “Batmobile isn't such a bad name after all. Do you think it'll catch on here?”

“Guaranteed.” Dick smiled. It was an exhausted and broken smile, but the most genuine Bruce had ever seen from the teen.