#i dont even think i knew what a moth was when i made her. i wsa a dumb child

[cozylittleartblog]

it is.... a mystery

[allamericansbitch]

WRECKS ANON HERE OMG OMG idk what time it is there it’s currently night time as i’m sending this but HOW WAS THE CONCERT TELL ME EVERYTHING!!1!!

HI!! i just woke up and seeing this made me so happy because i NEED to talk about it, everything is under the cut so people dont have to scroll pass all of this if they dont care lol

okay so, i went with my friend and it was a general admission show that started at 8. we didn't want to be front row or even really in the crowd (covid plus i get anxious/claustrophobic) so we we're fine with just standing in the back so we thought we'd get there at 7 and walk around the area beforehand. but when we pulled up the line was like fully around the block and sooo long, like at least 200 people long. so we just immediately got in line. i thought it was so weird how they didn't even start letting people in until like 7:15 when the show started at 8 but oh well.

we get in, the venue is bigger than i thought it was gonna be and since there were so many people outside we thought it would be absolutely packed, but it was really comfortable, so me and my friend stood off to the side but we were still really close to the stage. then the opening acts quickly went on, i knew both of their music and i ended up meeting them after the show! mothe (like the bug moth) went first and they were amazing! then girlhouse went on and they were amazing too, the lead singer introduced a song by saying something like 'this is a song about people using religion to tell me what to do with my body' and then said she was giving all of the tips from her merch she sells to a charity for abortion funds which was amazing. the song was 'happy now' btw.

also i should mention before the wrecks went on it was...so hot. it was like 90 degrees outside and the AC was broken in the venue so everyone was sweating and dying even before the main show started....

then the wrecks finally went on and they're intro was so cool (i have a video i'll post it soon, i have a few videos i'll post throughout the day). the energy was immediately amazing and it was a hometown show for two of the members so it felt special. also i'm not exaggerating, nick made direct eye contact with me like... every other song. for a long time like we held our gazes for a while it was POWERFUL. it was also one of the most respectful concerts, nick kept saying that it was really hot and they were handing out water constantly in between songs, he also said to look out for your neighbor if they need help and alert him immediately and bring attention to it, he also said if there's a creepy dude bothering you to also alert him and security will get him out. i thought that was very nice that he made an active effort to have people feel safe.

they did stop the show a few times (i think 3) first was a small fight because someone got pushed, the second was a false alarm and the third was someone passed out or was about to pass out? she ended up being fine but they stopped the show for like 10 minutes and were handing out waters to everyone while she was being taken care of.

then the show continued and they kept having people applaud for their crew member named trevor. nick went on a whole bit and kept saying things like 'trevor is the sock under your bed you find that matches the sock you were looking for' and other things like that. for like 5 minutes while trevor was fixing his guitar. then it came to an end, it was amazing.

i waited till after to get merch and that's when i met both the opening acts because they were just hanging out afterwards. got pictures with them both and they were so sweet. i bought a girlhouse tote bag and stickers, as well as a wrecks signed vinyl.

we waited outside afterwards to see if we could meet them (the guitarist was out there just hanging out but no one was like... talking to him or anything because he was the friends so people just kinda ignored him lol). we didn't get to meet them because we left after like 30 minutes because 1. we were so tired and sweaty 2. there was a real creepy dude who was like 60 years old and talking to two 20 year old girls and they were like... smoking out of his pipe... so the vibes were off and we left lol.

they did say they would be back soon and try and do 2 nights instead of 1 so maybe i'll meet them then. but overall it was amazing. 💕💕💕

[jhdyuiee]

Moth to a Flame

☾ pairing: bf!doyoung x gf!y/n x fwb!jaehyun

☾ warnings/tags: cheating (pls dont read if this is a sensitive topic!!), y/n is cheating on doyoung w/ jaehyun, smut!, angst, unprotected & protected sex, (semi) public sex (locker room sex), multiple sex scenes, spanking, explicit content, cursing, drinking, fluff, degrading, name calling (whore, slut, baby, darling, & good girl), possessive jaehyun, whole fucked up shit!!, cliffhanger

☾ wc: 11.4k

☾ a.n: hi! jiji back! im back with another fic, this fic came to my mind when i was hearing “Moth to A Flame” by the weekend & wanted to incorporate it with jaehyun & some other member, member being doyoung :0 . this one is quite the ride, & honestly i’ve never written anything like this before, my first lengthy smut too! the ending is probably my favorite, it ends with a cliffhanger, per say. though i do advice u not to read bcs this does deal with cheating!!! at last, i hope u all enjoy it && give it lots of love, but if not then i’ll see u next time!! i love u all & ill be back for more, jiji out 🤍

Prologue.

Life was perfect. I had it all. All.

But then he appeared. He who flipped my world upside down. He who I desired, craved… and wanted.

He pulled me in. Like a moth to a flame.

By the time I realized the things we did, the chaos that unfolded, it was far too late. My perfect life was tainted, dirty, filthy, broken.

April 04.

I was sitting by the window, watching the rain drops fall against the pavement. It’d been quite rainy lately, the dark sky covering the once so blue sky.

“Alright class!” yelled out the professor. “Before I start I wanted to introduce to you our new student,” he said, gesturing to the individual standing next to him.

“Jeong Jaehyun,” the individual said, bowing. “Nice to meet you all.”

He stood tall, his soft dark brown hair covering his forehead. Pale skin, soft as a peach. Eyes that shone bright, reminding me of chocolate, so sweet, so tempting.

I was caught off guard when his eyes met mine, feeling my face heat up. I turned away, my eyes back to the window and rain.

“You can sit behind Y/N,” said the professor.

He made his way behind me, sitting down. The class continued, Mr. Park talking about this new book we’re said to read about. He rambled on and on about how great it was.

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Classes were finally over and I made my way outside the campus. I heard my name being shouted, I looked towards the direction of the voice. I came eye to eye with a male, otherwise known as my boyfriend, Kim Doyoung.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, as he pecked my cheek, holding my waist.

“Came to pick you up,” he said, staring at me with lust.

“Oh yeah? Are you sure you don’t got other motives?” I raised an eyebrow.

He chuckled, leaning to my ear, “I don’t… or do I?”

I softly hit his shoulder. “You freak!” He laughs, as he tightens his grip on my waist. “I just missed you Y/N,” he says softly.

“I missed you too Doyo.” His hand caressed my cheek and his head leaned into me more, Doyoung’s lips pressed against mine. He kissed me deeply, I was so into it that it didn’t cross my mind that we we're still near my school campus.

“Mmm, Do-Doyoung we can’t be doing this right now…” I tried explaining. He sighs, taking his lips off mine, “Fine, we’ll continue this at my place then,” he smirks as he guides me to the passenger seat of his car. We drove off to his place and oh did we have a wonderful night…

Jaehyun.

Transfering was far from an easy process, but hey at least I made it. I’d arrive at the class listed on my roaster, walking in when the professor opened the door for me. I’d explained everything to him, well in a short summary.

Next thing I knew I was being introduced to the whole class. Girls whispering to girls next to them, guys looking with their eyebrows raised, but one particularly drew my attention. Her. The one sitting by the window— I don’t think she’s even noticed my presence, ‘heck has she even looked my way?’ I thought, but then I saw as her eyes met mine. Her face surprised and turning a shade of pink. I softly chuckled at her reaction, ‘cute,’ I thought.

“You can sit behind Y/N,” said the professor. What is this? Luck? Fate? Destiny? Well whatever it was, it must’ve meant something right?

That was what I thought, but when classes were over I went outside—ready to go—but then I saw her, Y/N, in the hands of another. He leaned against his car, his arms wrapping around her waist and then he leaned in kissing her so passionately. My eyes lingered for a little longer until I felt someone touch my shoulder. I turned around, a figure standing behind me.

“Hey! You’re Jaehyun the new student right?” asked the male.

“Yeah…” “-Great! I’m Mark, Mark Lee and I was wondering if you wanted to join the basketball team?”

Huh? Basketball team? It hasn’t been one day since I’ve arrived and now I’m being recruited to join the Basketball team. Honestly, I haven’t thought about joining any sports or clubs yet, but hey might as well give it a try.

“Sure, I’ll give it a try,” I told Mark.

“Great! You can come over today to watch us play and I’ll tell the coach about you as well,” Mark explained. I gave him a nod and he informed me to meet him outside the school gym at around 3:30. With around an hour and a half left to spear I headed towards the cafe across the street. Y/N and her boyfriend were gone by then, must’ve slipped away while I talked with Mark.

I attended their practice, they were a pretty good ass team and I talked with the coach along with Mark. All in all, I was in the team now— luckily I was well acquainted with the basics of basketball so it should be a breeze.

I was leaving the gym when Mark came up beside me, “Hey! Jaehyun! I was wondering if you wanted to attend the party I’m throwing this weekend night?”

“Really?” I asked. “Yeah, I only invite the teammates and a couple other friends, so I’d figure why not invite you too.”

I thought about it for a while, “Sure, I’ll be there.”

“Awesome man, well I’ll send you the deets later I gotta go,” he said before he left sprinting.

‘A party, huh. Would Y/N be there?’ I whispered into the cool breeze that passed me.

The week went by and it was now the weekend. Yesterday Rei informed me about the party Mark was throwing today. I rarely attended those types of things since I got with Doyoung, but for some odd reason I wanted to go today. So I told Doyoung about it and he said to inform him in case I needed a ride back home.

Thus, here I am getting ready for Mark’s party. Mark’s parties though were no average get together, it was drinking, smoking, and sex. You were either doing one or the other, fuck probably all three. Today though I’ll probably just stick to the first.

I put on a white mini dress and some black 3 inch heels. My phone rang as I was putting on some earrings; it was Rei, “Hey, Y/N you ready yet darling.” Her voice, sounding cheeky.

“Yeah, you downstairs already?”

“Yep, in the parking lot.”

“Alright, I’ll be out in a sec,” I said. I quickly took one last glance in my mirror, slightly shocked at the sight. It’d really been a long time since I’ve dressed up. I made my way downstairs and into Rei’s black car. Luckily, Mark’s home wasn’t so far, 5 minute drive.

“Holy shit,” I said. Me and Rei looked out my side of the window. They’re were far more people than I expected. “Looks like someone’s finally become popular,” Rei said. We got out of the car, making our way inside. People had already begun drinking, smoking, and PDA everywhere. We stopped in the middle, trying to locate Mark when we heard a voice calling our names.

“Y/N! Rei!” Speak of the devil. Mark was calling us from the kitchen. When we made our way to the kitchen I noticed the swarm of boys around the kitchen counter, it was all of Mark’s little basketball boys. I could care less about them, I already knew all of them, but one caught my attention. Jaehyun.

‘What’s he doing here?’ In the week that he’s been here I have yet to speak to the guy, but I have to admit I have stolen glances here and there. Something about him was so captivating, so alluring. I tried shaking it off, after all I had Doyoung.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Y/N Kang,” said Jungwoo. I rolled my eyes saying, “Nice seeing you too Jungwoo.” I grabbed a cup from the counter, feeling a pair of eyes lingering on me. There was no denying who those eyes belonged to. I took a sip, the alcohol burning down my throat. The sensation was still nice though.

Rei was caught up talking with Mark, Johnny, and Yuta while I just leaned against the counter, soaking in the alcohol. I was nearly done with my first cup when a voice speak up.

“Hey,” said the voice shyly.

I looked up, coming face to face with Jaehyun. ‘What is this?’ “Hi?” I questioned.

“Y-You’re Y/N right?” he asked.

I softly giggled, “Yeah, unless you know someone else named Y/N?”

I looked at him intently, noticing how his ears turned red. “Sorry, dumb right?” he said.

He was cute, like a shy cat. “No, no it’s fine I mean this is the first time we’ve ever spoken so it’s you know.” Who knew our first conversation would be this awkward. I felt shy around Jaehyun, was that weird? “So how are you enjoying it so far,” I tried changing the subject.

“School wise it’s alright, party wise I'm still sober,” he chuckled. I never got to notice the dimples on his cheeks, he’s even cuter now. ‘Wait what? Cute? Jaehyun? Snap out of it Y/N!’

“That’s nice, I’m glad you seem to be enjoying it,” I responded. We talked on and on, who knew me and Jaehyun would strike it up so fast. We have many likes as much as we had dislikes. I even got to admit the man had a sense of humor.

“Wanna go sit down? Those heels must be killing you,” Jaehyun asked, making our way to the—fortunately—unoccupied coach. I had already taken 3 cups of alcohol, with a somewhat drunk but sober mind.

I turned around to face Jaehyun a bit better, our faces inches away from one another. He didn’t look much different from up close, in fact he was perfect. It must’ve been the alcohol because ain’t no way I’d ever do this with a sober mind— I lifted my hand to his cheek, he slightly flinched. “Y/N?” he asked. “Hmm? What is it Jaehyun,” I said softly. We locked eyes, I felt it in the way he looked at me, eyes with lust, desire, want.

“You’re really handsome Jae,” I said, bringing my hand down to his nape.

“And you’re really beautiful Y/N,” he said, leaning in closer. ‘This was wrong,’ a voice inside me told me. No, I knew. This was all a mistake. I have a boyfriend, I have Doyoung.

But it was too late… my lips pressed against Jaehyun’s. The kiss started off as something slow, delicate but then it was more passionate, deep. It was different from when Doyoung… Oh right, Doyoung he’s my—I pushed my lips off his, horror in my eyes. I got up from my seat, “So-Sorry, I uhm… this was a mistake, that was a mistake.” We looked at each other, eyes still filled with want. But no this was wrong and we both knew it.

“Please just forget what just happened, please Jaehyun,” I pleaded with him. In which he gave me a nod and I just said “Goodbye Jaehyun,” before storming off into the crowd. I didn’t even bother looking back, I couldn’t bring myself to. What had I just done? How can I be so stupid and let alcohol take over my mind, my body, my self…

I met up with Rei, she was now chatting with Haechan and whispered to her, “I don’t feel so well.” She looked at me with concern, “What? What’s wrong?”

“I feel nauseous and a bit dizzy,” I lied, I just wanted to get out of there. She rested her hand on my shoulder, before nodding and we bid the boys goodbye, all except one, Jaehyun.

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Luckily the party was on a weekend which meant I wouldn’t have to face Jaehyun the next day in class. After the incident, I replayed the moment in my head over and over, trying to analyze ‘why?’ I even found myself gazing my hand over my lips before I fell asleep. I hadn't told Doyoung, I was scared to. All I did was text him that I’d gotten home safe and then he bid me a good night.

Now that the weekend was over I had to come back to reality. I didn’t know how I was going to act around Jaehyun, truthfully I’d hoped he’d actually forgotten all about it, but I doubt that he would.

Thankfully the class was normal, me and Jaehyun not even uttering a word to one another, well mostly due to me since I’d tried avoiding looking behind me. My dreams were soon shattered though. That fucking professor just had to assign us a project, YES A PROJECT in PAIRS! As if things couldn’t get any worse he’d paired me and Jaehyun up. Is the world against me?!

I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around bracing myself. Jaehyun looked at me cautiously, “So I guess we’re stuck together.”

“Seems so Jeong,” I said, sighing. He was going to say something before the professor spoke up again, “Remember class I want you two pairs to work efficiently and collaboratively, as well as making sure it’s turned in on time in a month from now. I do believe I’m giving you enough time.”

Our assignment: going to Dream Art Museum and observing 5 pieces of work, writing and analyzing each one. Oh and can’t forget the photography portion of the project, it seemed easy, but with Jaehyun it’d probably be far from it. I was scared for what this whole month would hold for us.

Once the bell rang, I quickly grabbed my things, stuffing them into my bag. “So,” his voice hesitated. “How do you wanna do this?” I looked up at Jaehyun, he looked like a little kid asking his mom to let him out to play. “Look Jaehyun, just act normal around me, I won't bite.” He nodded.

“We can get each other’s numbers, if that’s fine since I don’t really have the time right now,” I explained. Never in a million years did I expect to get the number of someone I accidentally kissed in just a few days since his arrival. He took out his phone and we exchanged numbers. “I’ll text you the details later, my boyfriend’s waiting for me outside.”

“Sounds good,” he says. I walk past him and when I grip my hand on the doorknob he says, “Thank you Y/N.” I don’t even turn back, I leave. ‘Thank you? For what?’

I made my outside, Doyoung in the same spot as last time. He looks up from his phone, smiling widely. I pick up my pace and go into his warm embrace. Doyoung was who I needed. Not Jaehyun or anyone else.

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Doyoung took me to our favorite restaurant, an Italian restaurant. I order my regular chicken alfredo with some garlic bread. 2 words: fucking delicious.

“How was the party?” Doyoung asked. I nearly choked on my pasta. I hope I looked composed, “Good, I mean it’s the same old thing, drinking, smoking, and people having sex everywhere you go.”

He chuckled and continued asking me more. Conversing with Doyoung was also so nice, so comforting. I loved how warm Doyoung was. “Oh! and you won’t believe what my professor said today,” I had yet to tell Doyoung. He quirked an eyebrow up. “He assigned us a project in pairs! Worst part of all I got assigned with the new kid,” I said.

“Jaehyun?” Doyoung said, my heart nearly stopping. ‘How does he know Jaehyun?’ He must’ve noticed the confusion on my face because he then added, “Jungwoo told me.” I let out a sigh of relief, only noticeable to me, thank god for Jungwoo.

“You still talk to the guy?” I said. Doyoung chuckled a bit, “Unfortunately so.”

The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, we had some wine too and by the end of the night I ended up on Doyoung’s bed, naked of course.

April 11.

The next day I woke up, still sore from last night’s activities with Doyoung. He can be gentle, but so rough sometimes. Nevertheless I enjoyed sex with Doyoung.

I grabbed clothes from his closet, thankfully he let me keep some here, and quickly changed into them. Afterall I still had class today, although I missed the first two periods I’d still make it in time for third. I was putting on my shirt when Doyoung spoke up, “Why don’t you just stay here?” His morning voice evident. “I would love to, but I got a project remember.” He sighed and put on his sweats. Doyoung walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

You always smell so good,” he says. I giggle, “That’s not gonna let you sneak in a quickie.” He rests his head on my shoulder, arms still around my waist. It’s like he doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want me to go. God how I love this man— but then it hit me, the events of 2 days ago. Guilt rushed over me. “I gotta go Doyo,” I say softly. He finally lets me go and I face him. “I’ll come pick you up later.”

“Okay,” I say, giving him a smile and a kiss.

I left Doyoung’s apartment and headed off to campus. I'd arrived just in time for third period, thank god. My classes continued as normal, until it was finally time for that class. I was dreading it, mainly because I'd forgotten to message Jaehyun about the project. “Hey,” his voice crept up behind me. I turned around, “Hi, sorry I couldn’t reach out last night.” He looked at me giving me a smile, a sad smile.

“It’s alright, how weren’t things with your boyfriend?” he asked. I blinked in confusion, ‘why did he care?’ “Good, we ate and went back to his apartment, but I ended up arriving late today,” I chuckled at the end. He gave me a nod, this was awkward. At least, for me it was. Talking about my boyfriend to a guy whose lips I kissed. We stayed in silence until he spoke up, “Mind if we sit together?” I didn’t answer, just giving him a nod as we made our way to where I usually sit; Jaehyun sitting beside me.

“So…” he continued, “how do you want to do the project?” I thought about it for a while, “We can go to the museum over the weekend if that’s alright with you,” I said. “No, no that’s alright with me, I can come pick you up if you want.” I guess I have no other choice but to accept his offer, “Sure,” I said. His mood seemed to slightly shift; appearing more relaxed and happy.

The class went by and I left with Jaehyun by my side, after all we still needed to discuss the details on this “project.” I was so concentrated into the conversation that I failed to notice Doyoung calling me.

“Y/N!” I heard him shout. Me and Jaehyun both looked at him. Doyoung’s eyes traveled from me to him. Ah, “Jaehyun this is my boyfriend, Doyoung. Doyoung this is Jaehyun, my project partner.” They gave a nod to one another, the vibes were weird, ‘am I imagining things?’

“I came to pick you up,” Doyoung spoke up. “I guess that’s my cue,” Jaehyun said softly. Before Jaehyun could leave I grabbed his shirt, he turned around confused. “Ah, sorry I just wanted to say to tell me if anything comes up,” I say, shyness in my voice. He gives me a slight smile and I let go of his shirt, “Alright, Y/N, see you tomorrow,” he says, walking off in the distance. I turned back to Doyoung who just stood there, waiting for me.

“Ready?” I nodded as I walked to the passenger side of his car. Luckily, Doyoung wasn’t the jealous type, but sometimes I wish he was.

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The weekend passed by and it was finally Saturday. Saturday as in my trip to the Dream Art Museum with Jaehyun. I waited for a message from him, indicating he was here. He arrived around noon like we’d agreed to the night before. He pulled up in his black car, it looked luxurious. I still have yet to find out more about Jeong Jaehyun.

Unfortunately to say the least, the museum was packed, packed. But then fortunately we decided on our 5 art pieces of work in no time. Jaehyun had brought along his camera for the photography portion of the project. I was starting to regret everything I said, working with Jaehyun was really easy work. We left around 3, and we decided to go to a local restaurant slash cafe. I was famished, I was surviving off a yogurt and some fruit. I ordered a delicious looking sandwich and some coffee. Jaehyun got the same thing, but ordered two slices of strawberry shortcake. “One for you,” he said, passing it to me. I muttered a small, “Thank you.” We ate, enjoying each other’s presence. It was comfortable.

It was beginning to darken, by the time I realized it. Me and Jaehyun chatted for quite a while, we got to know one another a little bit more. He was an interesting person to say the least, moving here when he was 5 from South Korea.

“It’s getting dark, huh,” he said. “Yeah.”

“I guess I should drop you back off then,” he smiled.

“You’re dimples are very cute Jaehyun,” I said out loud. Shit.

He just stared at me, he was at a loss for words. “Th-Thank you?” he said, sounding more like a question.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to offend you or make you uncomfortable.” He shook his head, “No, no I just didn’t know what to say, no one’s really said anything like that. Well besides my mother,” he chuckled. I laughed, he was cute sometimes. Moments like this made me forget my life, my reality. It felt like we were the only two people on this planet.

Jaehyun.

I got Y/N safely back home, thankfully. Earlier when she complimented my dimples I was at a loss for words. My heart stopped beating for a moment. There was no denying it, I was in love with her. Everything about her.

Her smile, her laugh, her voice, her body, her face, her personality, her everything. I wanted her selfishly to myself, but I knew that was impossible because I saw the way she’d light up talking about Doyoung. There was never going to be room for me in her heart. But nevertheless I still wanted her. I wanted to feel her lips against mine again and possibly something even more.

April 28.

Over the past two weeks since the project started me and Jaehyun grew closer. No more awkward energy, although there was one slight problem. There was something growing within me, something unexplainable.

I wanted him. I wanted Jaehyun, but I just didn’t know that yet.

Today I was set to go to Jaehyun’s after school, we agreed on putting our presentation together and since he has a printer it was more convenient going over to his place. We pulled up into a fancy looking apartment complex. “You never told me you were a rich boy,” I teased him. “You never asked,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. He opened the door and came around to open mine as well. “Thank you Jeong,” I said, stepping out. I waited for him, after all I had no idea where I was going.

When we made it to his apartment it was very clean and neat for some guy living by himself. They’re was rarely any color, but I liked it, it felt comfortable.

“Make yourself at home,” he says. “Will do!” I walked to his living room, sitting down on the—very comfortable—couch. “Drinks?” he asked. “Water will do,” I replied.

He came back with two waters and we started working a while later. I checked my phone and it was already 7 p.m, time sure passed by quickly. “It’s getting late, I should leave soon,” I say, trying to get up when he grabbed my wrist. I looked at him, he was staring at me. “You can stay over,” he says, nonchalantly. I laughed, “You're joking, right?”

“No.” Oh he was serious. Me sleeping over at Jaehyun’s? This was a bad idea, every part of me knew, but I accepted it. “Okay,” I mumbled. His eyes widened a bit, I guess he didn’t expect me to actually accept his invitation, trust me neither did I.

“Can I use your shower?” I asked. “What? Oh yeah, yeah that’s fine.” He guided me through his bedroom into the bathroom. He gave me a pair of his sweatpants and a shirt, even a pair of his newly bought boxers. I showered and slipped into his clothes. I exited, and found him still outside in the living room. “Done?” He asked, looking up at me. I nodded. “I guess I’ll go shower too,” he said, disappearing into his room, coming out shortly after.

“Want me to dry your hair?” He asked. “Sure,” I said. settling on my knees while he sat on the couch. His touch was comforting, and I was getting offly turned on. ‘No, no, no.’

“All done,” he said. I turned my body, looking up at him from the floor. I was going to regret this, I knew, but I still did it.

I propped myself on his lap, my legs on each side of his. His eyes from that night, coming back. Eyes filled with want, lust, and desire.

I cupped his face, leaning in. I kissed him again. The kiss was deep, filled with so much desire. I could feel it in the way we kissed, we both wanted each other.

I moaned when he bit my bottom lip and pulled away. He looked at me, “Are you sure?” he said, when I tugged at his shirt. This was bad, we both knew what would happen, but I didn’t care, my logic, my reasoning were knocked out of me. It was just screaming his name, Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun.

“Yes, please Jaehyun.”

He smashed his lips back to mine and I started grinding down on him. I felt his erection pressing against me, it was all too good. His hands traveling to my ass, groping it, causing moans to slip out. His fingers began teasing my clothed cunt. “As much as I love seeing you wearing my clothes, I want to see how beautiful you are, baby.”

Baby, he said it so affectionately, I loved it. I complied, taking off his shirt, he groaned when he saw my tits. Palming one of them. “So beautiful,” he said as he took one into his mouth. Flicking my nipple with his tongue and then sucking on it, while he kneaded the other one.

I was squirming under his touch, my pussy aching. He moved to my other nipple, doing the same, but bit down on this one slightly. “Ahn- Jae-Jaehyun!” I screamed, not because it hurt but because it felt too good. His lips then traveled to my collarbone and jaw, placing kisses all over, and sucking on my skin.

“Ja-Jaehyun,” I said, breathlessly. “What is it, baby?” I grabbed his hand, guiding it to my pussy. “Please touch me down here,” I whispered into his ear. He groaned and I swear I felt his cock twitch against me.

“Take those sweats off then,” he smirked. Getting off him and shimming out of his sweatpants. I saw as his eyes widened, “No underwear? Didn’t wanna wear those boxers?” He grabbed me by my hips, sitting me back on his lap, my back facing him now.

He opens my legs, traveling his hand down to my sopping wet pussy. “Fuck Y/N, are you always this wet? I haven’t even properly touched you yet, yet you’re dripping wet like some whore,” he whispered into my ear.

I moaned when I felt his fingers pass my clit and then tease my folds. He slips in one finger, pushing it inside, “You’re even so tight,” he chuckled. My hips started moving, wanting his finger to go faster, deeper. I heard him let out another chuckle, before he slipped another finger inside. I moaned louder, arching my back as his fingers picked up their pace, reaching me even deeper. I was close, I clenched around his fingers and he must’ve known as well because he slipped his fingers out. I pleaded with him, squirming in his lap.

I saw as he brought his fingers to his mouth, moaning in delight. “You taste so good, baby.” He then grabbed me, holding me in arms as he made our way to his bedroom. He plopped me on his bed. The bed, dipping when he got on.

“Open your legs baby, let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” I opened my legs as wide as they could go, and he finally got down. His eyes locked with mine as he licked a strip up my pussy. He repeated the action and I gripped on his hair. Curses erupted from my mouth. I felt as his wet muscle entered me, moving inside. “Yes, Jaehyun just like that,” I moaned. After a while he took out his tongue and began kitty licking my clit and thrusting his fingers inside me again. He’s eating me out so good, better than anyone… any- Doy… Before I could even think of the name, he bit down on my clit, I practically screamed at his sudden action.

He parted from my clit with a “Sorry.” “No, no it’s okay it just felt so good,” I let out. His lips came to mine, tongues fighting one another. The knot in my stomach tightened as Jaehyun stretched my walls and placed his thumb on my clit. “Such a pretty girl, finish for me.” His words triggered me, sending me over the edge. I came—no I squirted. It was just the beginning but oh god, I was already worn out.

“You ready to take my cock pretty girl,” he said, brushing away the hairs from my forehead. “Pl-Please give it to me,” I said softly, trying to catch my breath.

Jaehyun got off the bed, reaching his nightstand for a foil square; a condom. He ripped it with his teeth, pulling his sweats and boxers off. Holy fucking fuck, he was big and hard. I was practically drooling at the sight, I wanted him in me. He slipped the condom on and settled between me. He stroked it and then grabbed my hips.

“Ready?” he asked, as his tip prodded against my pussy. “Yes, please.” “You’re so good at begging baby,” he said. Before I could say anything, he pushed his cock inside me. It stretched me out so good, I can’t hold back my moans.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well aren’t you, you whore.”

“I-It’s too much Jaehyun,” I moaned out. I looked at where our bodies joined, his cock not even all the way in yet. “You love it though don’t you? You’re clenching around me like some virgin,” he smirks; visible through the moonlight.

He grips my hips tightly. “Ready, I’m going to start moving,” he warns. I nod and he starts pounding into me. His cock going in and out of my pussy, he goes gently at first, but I urge him to go faster, “Deeper, jae please.” He stops for a moment, “What’d you say?” I open my eyes, locking them with his. “Deeper?” I tilt my head slightly. “No after that.”

“Jae.” “Fuck,” he says, before he starts pounding into me even faster. He’s hitting me so deep, the pleasure so good—so euphoric. He takes my arms, pinning them above me, as he continues his quick pace. “Look at you, tits bounces, mouth open, back arching. Such a slut.” His dirty talk does wonders to me, I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening again. I was so fucking close.

“You’re gonna cum for me again?” As he said that, he brought his thumb to my clit again, abusing it. “Baby look at me, let me see your face when you cum all over my dick,” he says, bringing his hand to my chin. I open my eyes, tears nearly spilling out. “Good girl,” he cooed. My mouth flung open as he hit my g-spot; he took the opportunity to spit in my mouth, “Swallow.” I closed my mouth taking in his spit, while his thumb rubbed on my clit.

“Come with me, won’t you darling,” he whispered in my ear. Our lips crashing into one another, my hips moving to meet his. I moaned into the kiss as my orgasm ripped through me. He pulled away—a string saliva appearing when we departed—groaning as he felt me clenching around him. “Shit,” he said, when he finally came as well.

We stayed, joined together for a while more before he slipped his cock out of me. “You did so well,” he said, pecking my forehead. I was at my wits end, that I ended up falling asleep. I fell asleep so peacefully for the first time in a while.

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The bright sunlight hit my face and when I tried moving to the other side I was faced with reality. Hard fucking reality. I had sex with Jaehyun. I cheated on Doyoung. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I tried getting up but Jaehyun’s strong hands didn’t let me. “Just a little longer,” I heard him mumble. “Jaehyun,” I whispered. He then fluttered his eyes open, adjusting to the light. When he finally spotted me, his eyes widened in shock. Was he really the same guy who was pounding harshly into my pussy last night? We sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“I figured you’d run away,” he said. I chuckled, “I thought about it, but then…” He looked at me waiting for me to finish my sentence. “I thought we’d ought to talk about it?”

“Mmm, I suppose you have a point.” Where do I even start? “Look, Jaehyun last night was…” “A mistake?” he said. “Yeah, it was a heat of the moment type of thing.” He gave me a sympathetic look, “I know, but look Y/N I like you,” he confessed.

“Jaeh-“ he interrupted me, “I know… you have Doyoung, but Y/N he doesn’t have to know, we can keep this between us.”

‘Was he suggesting we be fuck buddies?’ “Are you saying we become fuck buddies, despite me having a boyfriend?”

“Yes,” he said, flatly. “If that’s the only way I can have you, so be it.”

I was at a loss for words. It was a game of tug o war in my head, one side agreeing to the whole fuck buddy situation, but the other opposing it. He must’ve noticed the fight I was having with myself because he spoke up, “I’m sorry Y/N you know what forge-“ “Fine, let’s do it,” I said.

‘I’ll do it,’ I thought to myself. We’d already gone this far, for fucks sake this man has seen me naked and stuck his cock in me. ‘As long as Doyoung doesn’t find out,’ I repeated. I was in for a ride, a fucked up and nonoperational one.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Days passed since then and things proceeded as normal. I hang out with Doyoung, Rei, even Jungwoo like nothing happened. Though, me and Jaehyun continued sneaking kisses here and there behind closed doors. In fact the other night, I spent it at his place again, fucking like rabbits til dawn. Sex with Jaehyun was so passionate and animalistic in a way.

“Presentation are tomorrow class, I hope you all have completed them by now,” announced the professor. I was listening when I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning to face Jaehyun. He passed me a note and I turned to open it, ‘Wanna come over tonight? I’ll cook for you?’ I smiled at the small note, replying ‘Are you bribing me right now Jeong?’ I passed it along to him again and instead of receiving it once more, he whispered in my ear, “Maybe.” It sent shivers down my spine. His voice weirdly had a way of turning me on.

Classes finished and saw Doyoung as he leaned against his car. “Hey,” he smiled. “Hi!” He quirked a brow up, “Someone’s in a good mood.” “Presentations are finally tomorrow,” I explained. He opened his arms, my cue to hug him. I hesitantly stepped into his touch, I felt the guilt rushing over me. I parted from him, “That reminds me, Rei invited me over today for a girls night.” “Really?” he pouted. It was a lie, a lie so I could spend the night at Jaehyun’s.

“Yeah, she claims it’s been so long since I’ve gone over.” “She sure loves hogging you,” he jokes. I laughed, “You know her.” We got into his car, taking the opportunity to message Jaehyun.

me: i’ll be there at 6, jeong

He replied almost instantly for someone who's supposed to be at “basketball practice”

jae: i’ll be waiting

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I arrived outside Jaehyun’s apartment, knocking on his door. He opened it and I was welcomed with a wet-haired Jaehyun.

“Hey, I just hopped out of the shower. Come in,” he said, going to the side so I could go in. As I made my way in he wrapped his arms around my waist, nestling his head on my shoulder.

“We can’t do this today,” I said.

“Why not,” he said, pouting. “We have presentations tomorrow and I wanna be able to stand on my two feet jae.”

He muttered something against my shoulder before finally letting me go. I turned to face him and he took it as the opportunity to kiss me. I immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands traveled further down my body. But before we could get any further I pulled away, “Where’s my food you promised Jeong?” He looked at me puzzled, until the light bulb in his head finally turned on.

“Takeout?” I rolled my eyes and sighed, “I guess so.”

I spent the rest of the night over at Jaehyun’s though this time I came prepared. I brought over a change of clothes and my school bag. Fortunately but unfortunately we didn’t fuck, I warned him and he respected it under the condition I’d at least cuddle with him, which I agreed to. That night I fell into a deep and comfortable sleep in the arms of Jaehyun.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Presentations went by in a breeze. Me and Jaehyun successfully managed to get a full score by our professor who claimed it was “efficiently executed and artistically performed.”

As I left the class Jaehyun stopped me in my tracks. “Y/N,” he said, softly. I looked up at him, “What’s wrong Jaehyun?” He hesitated for a bit. ‘What could it be?’

“Uhm- is it- well can you come and watch my game tomorrow night?” Ah this was what had him hesitating. “Tomorrow? Friday night?” He nodded. I thought about it for a while, “Mmm, sure I’ll be there,” I smiled. His face immediately lightened.

“Really! Yes! Oh sorry I mean I’ll see you there,” he said, excitedly.

“You better win Jeong,” I teased. His face changed to confidence, “Yes ma’am!” I laughed, “Yes, yes practice hard. See you tomorrow.”

May 07.

Game Day. Today I was going to go over to Jaehyun’s Basketball game. I’ve never seen him play, no in fact I haven’t even attended a game in my whole life. Although the majority of the boys on the team are my very own friends.

“Excuse me,” I said, trying to get through to my seat. I sat around the middle of the bleachers. They were currently practicing on the court. This was my first time seeing Jaehyun in his uniform and oh god did it do wonders.

The game soon started and I never kept my eyes off him. Despite being relatively new, he shun, he shun so bright on the court. I felt like I was seeing a new version of him. I loved it.

They ended up winning, 127-102. I made my way to the court to go congratulate them. I was spotted by Johnny first, “Ah, Y/N? What brings you here?!” I’d forgotten about the whole me and Jahyun thing. “I promised Jaehyun since we finished our presentations,” I said. I mean I wasn’t really lying. Then Jaehyun came along with the rest of the boys.

Mark and Jungwoo embraced me into a hug saying, “It’d been so long.” We chatted for a while until the rest of them decided to retreat to the locker room, all except one. Jaehyun. I have yet to talk to him.

“Congratulations,” I said, and hugged him when everyone left. We had the gym to ourselves as everyone had left already. He smiled, picking me up and spinning me in a circle.

“I’m glad you came,” he smiled. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I promised you after all.” He chuckled, “Oh yeah? Then what’s my reward?” He had a mischievous look on his face that I was scared of what to say next.

“Mmm,” I thought about what to say “I’ll grant you a wish.” He smiled again before whispering into my ear, “Let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours.” I felt my face heat up. “Jae-“ He interrupted me by embracing me into a very passionate kiss. I was so lost in the kiss that I didn’t realize he’d begun walking.

“Wai-Wait Jaehyun, they're still in there,” I said, as I realized he was taking me inside the locker room. “Don’t worry they left already darling,” he assured me. Jaehyun must have psychic powers because he was right; they’d left.

We collided with the lockers when he pulled me into another deep and passionate kiss. He moved his mouth further down; to my jaw, neck, and collarbone. He placed me down, pulling my shirt over my head and pulling my jeans down. I was left in nothing but my black laced bra and panties. No matter how many times we’d done this I still wasn’t used to it, my body exposed to him.

His lips fling back to my body, traveling from the valley of my breast to my left breast. He kissed my nipple through my bra and proceeded to do the same to the right. He then unclasped my bra letting fall to where my jeans pooled around me. He brought my right nipple in between his teeth, teasingly biting on it as he fondled the left. His tongue swirled around it, flicking my nipple with his tongue. He kissed me as he made his way to my left breast, doing the same. I was becoming even more wet by the second.

“Fuck,” I muttered when he’d brought his hand to my drenched panties. He slid them to the side, his fingers coming in contact with my cunt. “You’re so wet already aren’t you? Such a good girl for me,” he whispered as he pushed two fingers inside my pussy. My moans echoed through the locker room and so did the wet squelching sounds from my pussy. I can’t believe I was getting fucked inside a locker room right now, but oddly enough I was turned on.

He took his fingers out of my pussy, grabbing my chin. I opened my mouth as he brought his fingers inside my mouth and made me suck on them. “You taste that, your sweet cunt.” Jaehyun then sunk to his knees holding my legs open, oh fuck. He was now underneath me, licking my cunt at a slow pace, then moving along to my clit and flattening his tongue on it before sucking it. Tears were spilling from me and the knot in my stomach tightening. “Yes,” I moaned. My orgasm finally spilling out of me when his fingers curled inside me and his tongue continued it’s work on my clit.

He lapped up every single drop that’d exploded out of me, even taking some from his chin. “Bet he can’t make you feel this way.” I was so dazed that those words didn’t comprehend in my brain, “Yes,” I muttered. He let out a satisfied smirk and pulled off his uniform. He then grabbed his jersey and handed it to me, “Put it on, I wanna see my name on your back while I fuck you.” I complied putting his jersey on and I heard him groan.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded. He flipped me over, my hands against the lockers as his hands gripped my waist. He brought the jersey up and pushed down my panties. I felt as his hard cock rested against my ass.

Jaehyun slammed into me, “Shit, how come your always so fucking tight? You a little whore who can’t get enough, huh.” His pace was fast and rough, his hands gripping onto my tightly like I’d escape. I turned my head behind me, and he ended up kissing me, our moans and groans spilling into our kiss. A string of saliva appeared when we departed, “So good,” I moaned, clenching my hands.

“Oh yeah? You love being fucked by me don’t you,” he said, confidently. “Like some whore. Come on baby, you’re my little whore right?” When I didn’t answer he slapped my ass harshly. I instinctively clenched around him, causing him to groan and throw some curses. He repeated the action, my cheeks surely reddened my now. “Answer me, baby,” he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

My face was a mess, tear stained eyes and drool coming out of the corner of my mouth. “Ye-Yes, ah- I’m your- ahn- whore.” He started picking up his pace and brought his thumb to tease my sensitive clit, sending me over the edge. The knot in my stomach came undone and I completely shattered. He still fucked my through my jaw dropping orgasm, his movements getting a little sloppier, signifying he was close too. I clenched around him, when he hit my g-spot again causing him to paint my walls white. Thankfully, I took the pill this morning.

We both panted, tired and exhausted from the best orgasms we’d experienced. Everytime we have sex it progressively gets better than the last time. He pecked my temple whispering, “Good job baby,” but I was unable to hear that last part.

“I love you.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The weekend was just about over and I haven’t seen Jaehyun since the game, but that doesn’t stop us from messaging one another every now and then.

Actually today Doyoung is supposed to come over; we’d agreed on this last night. So here I am sitting in my living room waiting for him to knock on my door. It’d been a while since I'd last seen him. Knock.

I got up from the couch and walked over to the door. In front of me; Doyoung, Doyoung with a bouquet of flowers. I grabbed them when he handed them over, “Thank you!” I walked over to place them in a vase, when I felt his arms wrapping around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’ve missed you,” he says.

The Guilt. “I’ve missed you too,” I smile. I turn around to face him now, his face slightly hesitant. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Ah- It’s just uhm… Y/N.”

Yes Doyo?”

He takes a breath, “What were you doing that day you were going to Rei’s?”

I froze for a second, taken aback. ‘Did he find out? How? What?’ “Hm? We had a girl’s night remember,” I tried smiling. He looked at me, carefully observing me. “Y/N tell me the truth, please.”

Fuck. “What are you talking about? I was reall-“ He interrupted me, “Stop fucking bullshitting me right now, I called Rei and she never mentioned anything about a “spa” much less you going over!”

I was frozen, I didn’t know what to say or do. Admit the truth? Or… Lie. “I don’t see why I should tell you, it’s not like I was doing anything bad.” ‘Oh but you were Y/N’

Doyoung was fuming, I could see it in his body, his face. “Fine, fine you won’t tell me, fine, but just you know I’ll find out if you won’t bother telling me.” I couldn’t even utter another word before he left stomping to the door. He opened it and slammed it shut.

The door closed and I lost it, falling to my knees as tears erupted from my eyes. And here I thought we’d end up cuddling tonight, but no we fought instead.

Getting up from my knees and wiping my tears away I grabbed my phone, dialing the second most recent number. They picked up on the third ring.

“Missed me already?” his voice said.

“Can I spend the night at your home Jae,” I whispered, even though there was no one else but me.

He chuckled, “Of course baby.” Without hesitation I gathered everything I needed to spend the night over, running out of that apartment. When I finally made it to Jaehyun’s I picked up my pace even faster. I didn’t want to miss a second, I wanted to be in Jaehyun’s warm embrace.

I knocked and he opened the door with a dimpled-smile plastered on his face. I stepped in and when he closed the door I wrapped my arms around his neck; kissing him with hunger. For the rest of the night we went at it like rabbits.

Jaehyun.

I love her, I love Y/N so fucking much. It’s like she was made for me, she matched with me so perfectly.

She’d finally fallen asleep, I think I might’ve gone over the top tonight. Her snores were so soft, her arms embracing my waist. I turned to the nightstand and grabbed her phone; unlocking it. I snapped a picture, I’d been doing this for a while and surprisingly she’s still kept all of them. I wonder if something happened with Doyoung, she’d told me he’d spend the night with her, but it seems like something happened judging by the way she’s in my bed right now.

Whatever. As long as she’s with me is all that matters.

“But does he know you call me when he sleeps?”

“But does he know the pictures that you keep?

“Or does he know the reasons you cry?”

“Or tell me does he know where your heart lies?”

2 weeks later.

Since my fight with Doyoung we’ve managed to talk it out and patch things up. So since then our relationship is back on a high, though no sex and oh, Jaehyun is still in the picture.

“I’m gonna go hop in the shower, I’ll be right out doyo,” I said, as he sat on my bed. Today he was staying the night, actually he’s been spending the night for the past week and a half, so seeing Jaehyun has gotten rather hard. Yet we have our ways, whether I sneak out when Doyoung’s asleep or we fuck around during school hours.

Jaehyun’s become a drug to me, as much as I want to quit I can’t. He’s so addicting, I want him and I need him.

Doyoung.

It’d been 5 minutes or so since Y/N had just gotten in the shower. I sat on her bed patiently waiting for her. After our fight we agreed on no more secrets, so I've glued myself to her.

I love Y/N, I love her so much i- Ding.

My head turns to the direction of her phone that laid on her nightstand. Curiosity sparked within me, something within me called me to reach for her phone. So I reached over to it, but I would soon come to regret it.

Jaehyun: i miss u baby

‘Huh? Jaehyun? What? Why was he messaging her that he missed her? Perhaps he was mistaken, yeah that was it.’ I wanted to refuse what I was looking at, Y/N and Jaehyun? Nah, they were far over since the project… Wait a minute, since the project Y/N has been rather… distant? different?

No, it can’t be… Oh but it is Doyoung. I opened her camera roll, I wanted to throw up? Cry? I was beyond horrified. Pictures of them, the two of them. Not any decently looking pictures—well a few—of the two while he fucked her or after he fucked her.

I couldn’t stop myself, I opened the messages. More evidence of their affair. Any other person would’ve thought they were a couple by the way they text one another.

“Hey!” She yelled. I flinched, fuck. I looked up at her. “Care to explain?” I tried saying calmly. She looked at me confused. “What the fuck is going on with you and Jaehyun huh!” I raised my voice slightly.

The color from her face vanished, she was pale as a ghost. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, “Wh-What? How do you know…”

I got up from the bed and shoved the phone in her face; the messages between them. Tears were coming out of her eyes. “Doyoung! I swear it’s not what it looks like.”

“Fucking bullshit Y/N, you know it and I do as well so stop fucking lying to me and tell me the fucking truth.” I wasn’t mad, I was upset and hurt. She lied to me, deceived me.

“I’m sorry Doyoung,” she cried. “Really everything between me and hi-Jaehyun was a mistake, I knew it, but I- I couldn’t fucking stop myself. I tried, I really fucking tried, but- but…” she was a sobbing mess. My heart ached at the sight.

I clenched my fist tightly. “I love you so much Doyoung I really do, I always fucking had but then he came… I’ve lost myself now, I know nothing I say or do now will change things, change us, so if you want to breakup it’s fine.” She lifted her arm and rested a hand on my cheek, caressing it with her thumb. Her hands felt cold, they weren’t warm like they usually were.

“I love you too Y/N, but it’s like you said… Y/N there’s no going back… we can’t fix this, I can’t do it Y/N, you deceived me,” I explained as my vision became blurry. I felt droplets of tears streaming down my face. We both were a crying mess.

Y/N and I love each other, so very much. I know she loves me, I see it, but now that I look closely that love is disappearing little by little.

“I know, I know and I’m sorry for that Doyoung, please I’m so fucking sorry.”

I gave her a sympathetic look, “Let’s break up Y/N, please it’s the only good thing left to do.” She cried a little harder, her hands wrapped around my neck, I hugged her back. This would be the last time anyways, the moments and memories I’ve made with her were some of the best. She was my first love, my first everything and to that she holds a special place in my heart.

“I understand Doyoung, let’s break up please,” she mumbled on my shoulder. I gripped her a little tighter, kissing her neck before pulling away. We looked at each other, without saying another word.

I took off, I left her in that big, yet small apartment of hers by herself. I’d never come back here again, I’d never see her again.

This was the end, my beloved Y/N, my butterfly. Goodbye.

May 27.

I feel like shit. The past 4 days have been shit. Who knew Doyoung and me splitting up would affect me this much. I haven’t shown up to school, for god knows how long. My phone is constantly blowing up with messages from Rei, Mark, Johnny, Jungwoo and… Jaehyun. Just thinking about him is enough to make me break down again.

How could I be so fucking stupid. I didn’t know what I wanted and look where it led me. I was selfish, I was greedy. I took Doyoung’s kindness, love, and trust for granted.

I was beginning to grow tired of this, I knew I couldn’t just mope around like this, I had to do something. The only something left to break.

I have to end things with Jaehyun.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

So here I am, standing in front of his door. I’ve been standing here for the past 5 minutes, I haven’t knocked or moved. I was preparing myself mentally, physically, and emotionally. I was lost in thought when rain started pouring. Rain is so beautiful.

“Y/N?” called out a voice. I looked to my left, Jaehyun right in front of me. His eyes widened, like he’d just seen a ghost. He came rushing towards me, embracing me into a hug which I didn’t return.

“Where have you been? God, I’ve missed you baby.” I was disgusted, I wanted to throw up. What have I fucking done.

“Let’s go inside Jae,” I muttered. Once I stepped inside there was no going back. When we stepped inside, I went straight to the living room and onto the couch. Jaehyun soon followed sitting on his knees in front of me. His head settled on my thighs.

I brought my hand to his hair, gently stroking it. “I love you,” he said. I stopped my movement, eyes widening. I knew it, I guess I always knew he loved me. I could see it in the way he looked at me, at the way he treated me.

“I love you so much Y/N,” he said again, locking eyes with me. I brought my lips to his. We kissed slowly, like lovers do. If this was the last chance I had with him, I might as well enjoy it.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

We stripped each other of our clothes, being left in nothing but my lace baby pink panties and bra and his boxers. He went back onto his knees, while he spread my legs apart. “Already wet,” he smirked. He kissed my inner thighs until he reached my clothed cunt.

Jaehyun kept his eyes on me when he licked me through my panties, continuing this action until I was a whimpering mess. He lightly bit my clit, before sliding off my panties, finally. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he said, continuing his kitten licks on my now bare cunt. He gave an approval hum when I wrapped my legs around his neck, trapping him. He gripped my thighs, pulling me deeper. His tongue intruded into my tight hole and I felt his hot breath on my clit. I unconsciously started grinding on him, wanting to feel it deeper.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence when I felt the sensation disappear. Fuck. He licked his mouth clean, “‘m tastes so good.”

“Ple-Please make me cum jae, I’m begging you.” He chuckled, before taking his hands to my breast, groping them tightly. My back arched at the sensation, even more when he pinched them through the fabric. “What do you want, baby? Come on, tell me.”

“Your fingers, please, ah- and your tongue, please, please, please.”

He kissed and sucked on my exposed skin, before sliding back down. His fingers teasing my folds, not going inside me yet, but then he slipped them in me. His two fingers going in out of my cunt at an unbearable pace. It felt too good, the way he’d curl them against my walls. His tongue soon joined in, licking my sensitive clit, up and down. “Ye-Yes, just like that,” I moaned. It didn’t take long for me to start seeing stars as he continued thrusting his finger in and out of me, as well as sucking on my poor clit.

He let go of my clit with a small pop. My chest heaved up and down, trying my best to catch my breath. Jaehyun got back up and his cock came springing out of his boxers. Fuck, it was already so hard. As much as I wanted him in me already I also wanted it inside my mouth. I got closer to him and I fisted my hand around his cock. He groaned, as I began jerking him.

“You want it?” he asks, grabbing my chin gently. I eagerly nod at his question. “Then take it like a good girl, won’t you baby.” I began with licking it first, licking the precum from his tip. I swirled my tongue around his tip, until he said, “Stop with the teasing and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” “Do it then Jae, fuck this pretty mouth mine,” I giggled. He groaned before grabbing a fist full of my hair and shoving his cock down my throat. He was rough with it, but rough Jaehyun has always been my favorite.

He kept that pace, not slowing down. His grunts and moans reached my ears which made me moan as well as he thrusted in my mouth. My tears spilled, but I didn’t mind. I just wanted his cum. “You’re taking it so well baby… fuck- just like that.” His thrust then stopped, I looked up at him through my watery eyes. He looked down on me with an animalistic face, “I want you to do it yourself now baby, make me cum pretty girl.”

I took him out with a pop, letting my mouth rest for a while. I then took him in again, looking up at him. I used my hands to help me as I took his cock in and out of my mouth. I accidentally touched his balls, but it left him whimpering and moaning a little more loudly, so I did it again. “Shit, I’m close baby,” he moaned. I tried going faster, until I felt his hot seeds spill inside me. I swallowed everything, even taking some that slipped past my lips.

“You’re such a good girl aren’t you, taking it all without being told,” he said, kissing my lips. He swiftly opened my legs back up, rubbing his cock along my slit. “Ready baby?” he asked and I nodded. He slowly slid his tip into my hole, every inch of him going inside me.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking tight even after I made sure to stretch you out nicely.” The position on the couch wasn’t too comfortable and he must’ve noticed it because he hooked my legs onto his arms. “FUCK- mm, so- so deep,” I yelled. He walked to his bedroom placing me onto his bed, and later got on top, all the while we were still connected.

He started off gently, rocking his cock into me slowly. “Fa-Faster please,” I whined. I heard a small noice come out of him before he started thrusting into me more roughly and faster. I moaned his name over and over again; his balls slapping against my ass. So fucking good. I didn’t even process when he lifted my leg up, but when he did his cock reached in me even deeper. “Just like that jae.” His pace didn’t falter, he kept at it, his stamina is out of this world. His cock brushed along my g-stop perfectly, causing my orgasm to almost spill.

“You gonna cum again Y/N? Cum on my cock like a good girl,” he groaned when I clenched around him. He lifted my leg slightly more up, keeping the pace going and with one pinch to my clit, I came. He slid his cock out, he hadn't cum yet, but I knew he was close.

“Face down, Ass up,” he commanded. As he said, my head was now down and my ass wiggled in front of him. I heard him mutter a small curse before gripping my sides and sliding his throbbing cock into my soaked hole. He wasted no time in fucking me from behind, thrusting in the same roughness as before. His hands tightly gripped my sides, until they traveled to my ass. He fondled it, before sending one hard slap. I yelped at the sudden action, “You like getting your ass slapped huh, you little whore,” he teased.

He sent more harsh slaps on my ass—red marks sure to be present—and thrusting into me as my tight cunt clung to him tightly. “Shit, I'm gonna cum baby, cum with me won’t ya?” he said, as his thrust got sloppier.

“Be sure to take all my cum like a good girl alright.” Grabbing my arms, he pounded into me and I tightly clenched around him, sending both of us to our highs. His hot white seeds painting my walls, he didn’t take out his cock, still fucking me through both of our orgams.

“I love you,” he muttered, kissing my temple. We laid on his bed for a while, before I decided that I wanted more, needed more. One last time.

I got on my knees and straddled his waist. I grinded against his abs, capturing his attention. “Still not satisfied?” he smirked. “N-No, let me ride you,” I begged. He gave me an approved hum, and I was soon sinking his—hard—cock into my hole once more. We both groaned as I sunk in, he stretched me out so nicely again. I began slowly, adjusting myself again. His hands remained on my hips, fingers digging into me.

“Faster baby,” he said. “Patience,” I teased. I giggled at his reaction before picking up my pace. His eyes shut when I started clenching around him, “Fuck you feel so good baby, this pussys all mine.” My tits bounced, the harder I thrusted. His hands traveled to them, fondly playing with them and pinching my hard nipples. “Yes,” I moaned, chanting his name afterwards.

“Cum,” he said, bringing one hand to pinch my sensitive clit, sending me into my third orgasm of the night. I laid on top of his chest, while he continued thrusting in me, not stopping until he came. A few more harsh thrusts and he was now groaning against my shoulder, shooting his warm seeds into me once more. He slipped his cock out, slowly.

I was dreading it because once it was out there would be no more in. Once he slipped his cock out, he carried me in his arms, heading off to the bathroom, where he cleaned both of us up and laid me back on his bed, tucking me in.

However, I had other plans. Once Jaehyun was sound asleep I would leave, he would wake up without me by his side, without me in his life.

When I noticed he was finally sound asleep I whispered, “Goodbye Jaehyun…” kissing his forehead and a “I’m sorry,” before kissing his lips. I slipped away, putting my clothes back on and taking out the medium-sized envelope from my jacket. I placed it on where I laid, walking back to the door. I took one last look as he peacefully slept. A tear slipped from my eye. This was the end. The flames have been put out.

Goodbye Jaehyun.

Goodbye Y/N.

Present day: 3 years later.

It's now been 3 years since my seemingly perfect life was tainted. I moved out, moving into a new city and transferring into a new school. I erased myself from there, though I still kept in contact with Rei and the boys. I made sure to tell them not to mention anything regarding Jaehyun or Doyoung, I didn’t wanna hear it.

I was repenting everyday, but there was nothing I could do that would reverse my past. Luckily though school had been keeping me busy as to not keep my mind occupied in the past; having graduated finally too. I also opened up a small cafe nearby where I lived. The business too has gone great. My life was going great.

Today work in the cafe was as regular as usual. Having been in a trance I failed to notice, notice the person standing on the other side of the counter.

The same person from 3 years ago. Him.

The person I once desired.

“Jaehyun…”

© jhdyuiee

2024.02.14

final a.n: hii! finally its completely yay! this one took 2 months and was quite the ride. i want to put out there that i have never cheated on someone before, i have been cheated on though, but thats another story. this story is solely based on my interpretation of the weekends “moth to a flame” and nothing more. nevertheless i hope u all enjoyed it, i worked hard to finish it on time. pls let me know any suggestions or how well u enjoyed this one. i will be going on a short hiatus to focus more on my schoolwork but i will be back with more! i love u all && stay safe out there!! love, jiji 🤍

[unauthorizedmagicians]

Episode 1 - Unauthorized Magic

this ended up being so long and they prob all will be tbf

Foreshadowing the time-loop from the very beginning huh? I see how it is.

Q’s mental illness being his first and last motif.

I forget how good the soundtrack is.

How exactly did he get institutionalized? Is he self-aware enough to submit himself or did his parents or what? Anyways moving on

Also, he takes a drug that's not even for depression its for OCD and phobias so maybe that's why it's not working huh…

I wish we had more of the books throughout the series. I think it's really interesting that he’s narrating it. Very much so mirrors his true belief in Fillory and in magic in season 4.

Ah yes, forgot Jane was a massive homeschool kid and was so blunt.

Julia makes me so upset in the early seasons. “You can’t run away hard enough, can you.” Firstly, shut up. Second, he admits this in the trials. Third, Quentin also does the thing where he just doesn’t tell the people in his life about his mental illness and therefore the coping mechanisms he uses look like childish escapism to everyone around him.

The contrast between Julia in the first episode telling Q to get real versus like 5 episodes later going batshit over not having magic so maybe just can it actually.

I feel the need to specify but I do not hate Julia as a character at all. She just pisses me off in the first like episode and a half or so. Like until she’s got her shit sorted w magic and the importance of restraint and all that she’s just judging everybody for everything like she’s better than so yea.

QUELIOT MEETING

“Am I hallucinating?” “If you were, how would asking me help?” ICONIQUE

Penny being a “don’t cheat off me” person in his first scene is so out of character but yk had to introduce him ig

Apparently started new meds. Yea ok. They started him on OCD meds? Alright then. They tried everything ig

Ok so she hurts herself to change the circumstances around the memory spell. But we know that this was all on purpose and Jane made sure this was what happened, that she didn’t go to Brakebills but she knew about magic so she could become stronger. So did he just not do anything?

Oml the fucking score. I could talk for hours about the score. The silence before his anger starts building, the small wind as Fogg riles him up, the deep souring as we see the shadows looking like moths on the wall, the regal brass when he builds the card castle that looks suspiciously like the one in Fillory. just. all of it

The garden path…

“You haven't been depressed, you’ve been alone” LIES. BULLSHIT. LIAR. he just wants to capitalize on ur pain and if ur taking ur meds ur not in pain so u cant cast magic but ur telling him what he wants to hear so he’ll give them up

“Nerd boy dragon porn shit” hehe little does he know

QUELIMARGO MEETING

The garden path…

The lighting in this show reflects how Q views the world. Overexposed: hope and all that shit. Underexposed: death and nihilism and all that shit

QUALICE MEETING

Hate that ship name but dont know a better one

ORLIYODI MEETING

“The answer is yes, til you pass out and  then again when you wake up.” “Did you just read my-” “nah, its just a guess” ICONIQUEEEEEEE

“The world is inherently unfair, act accordingly” one liners from day 1

Q being a little shit about Julia getting hte short end dsflkjdhgkds hate hate hate hate incel shithead hate hate hate hate sorry i was projecting from the book and only a little bit from the show

Why does he stand so close to Alice when he goes up to her

AND SHE JUST LETS HIM

Penny and kady r so married from day 1 its so painful

How does Q not know what dubstep is???

The end of this episode is absolutely brutal and nobody can react like at all

Also this last scene i cant tell if Fogg made the coin fall, if quentin did it, or if the beast did

[rek1s-headband]

Break up prank on the sk8 boys

➯ Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Cherry, Joe, Miya and Shadow x gn reader

➯ Warnings: none, just some angst to fluff. Enjoy!

Reki:

He thought it was a joke at first

Like you, he watched his fair share of videos, and had seen the trend going around already

But you weren’t discouraged, you were going to try and make him believe it no matter what

He laughed it off the first time, but after you simply gave him a puzzled look and a “huh?”, he felt his heart pick up significantly. Maybe you weren’t joking??

Instantly he was running back in his mind where he could’ve possibly gone wrong, where he could’ve messed up so badly that you felt the need to leave?

After his nervous laugh died down, he went deadly silent

“You’re serious?”

You were starting to feel awful, like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but you decided to persist

When you nodded your head slowly, you could’ve died when you saw how quickly his face dropped

Even though he had a small smile on his face, you could see the tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. He was running a shaky hand through his hair, and when you were ready to take him into your arms, to tell him you were only kidding, he wouldn’t let you get a word in edgeways

A flood of questions was suddenly leaving his moth, all his unvoiced questions coming out in one go. He was holding your hand now in an almost death grip, asking you why you were unhappy, why you wanted to leave

Why he wasn’t good enough for you

That’s all you needed before you were pulling him into your arms, sobbing yourself. This shut him up, he was completely speechless as your tears pooled on his shoulder, telling him you were so sorry, that you were only joking. You just wanted to see him get a little panicky, you never expected the outcome to look like this

As soon as the words left your mouth you saw his shoulders visibly drop, pulling you impossibly closer as he let the last of his tears out. He chuckled shakily, running a hand up your back.

“I thought I lost you for a second there”

That was when you pulled your head out of his shoulder, grabbing his face between your hands and pulling him closer to you. Eyes wide, he simply watched as you declared he could never lose you, that you weren’t going anywhere. You were stuck to him like glue, whether he likes it or not

He gave you one last relieved smile, before he was pulling you close again for a desperate kiss. He kissed you like it was the last time he ever would, because now that he’d thought he lost you, he was never going to take anything about you for granted again

Langa:

Was fully convinced you were serious right off the bat

Right as the words “I think we should break up” were leaving your lips, his brain was doing overtime trying to figure put how he hadn’t realised how unhappy you were. Sure, he was kind of bad at reading emotions, but surely he wasn’t so terrible he couldn’t figure out how his own s/o was feeling?

Was he really as bad at communication as people told him he was?

You instantly regretted your decision as you watched his mouth hang open, saw his eyes scrunch slightly as he wrung his hands quietly at his sides

He nodded, and you couldn’t seem to swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes locked on the small tear rolling down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away with a small smile

“If thats what will make you happy”

You couldn’t seem to collect your thoughts as you watched him step closer to you, dropping his head to your level as he grabbed your hand. It was soft, as if he didn’t want to hurt you any more than he thought he had. He stumbled over his words, trying to find the right ones to say. Eventually he just took a deep breath, and looked into your eyes

“Were you really that unhappy?” Your heart broke when you heard the crack in his voice towards the end. “How did I not notice how sad you were?” Tears were falling down his face again and he didn’t even bother wiping them away this time. Suddenly you were shooting forward, grabbing his shoulders as you began to cry

“You’ve never made me unhappy Langa, not once.” You saw his wide eyes stare at you, not even attempting to reply as he watched you continue. “It was a joke, Langa. I wanted to see how you’d react, I didn’t think you’d take it this seriously. Did you really think you made me unhappy? Ive never been happier than when I’m with you-“ you barely got to finish before he was wrapping you in his arms, his grip vicelike. His face was digging into your shoulder, clinging to you as if you’d disappear any second.

His breath was ragged and shaky as he pulled you even closer, making sure there was absolutely no room for you to escape. You ran your hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him down as he slowly emerged from your shoulder

With a small chuckle, he rubbed the side of your face with his hand, letting his head drop slightly as he let out a sigh of relief

“I really thought I was ignoring my own s/o’s feelings.” You laughed, pulling him into another hug

“If I’m ever upset, I’ll let you know. Just know it wont be for quite a while” you grinned, grabbing his collar to pull him into a kiss. It was sweet, and gentle, and you felt all your previous problems melt away as Langa pulled you closer, smiling into the kiss

Cherry:

You and Kaoru rarely fought, and when you did it was over minor things that were reconciled within a day. So when you were sitting him down, asking if he’d be okay with breaking up, the only thing he could feel was complete confusion.

What happened? You’d always been so happy, never expressing much discontent. And besides, whenever you did it was resolved as soon as possible. What was so different today?

What was making you so unhappy that you felt the relationship was beyond saving?

Or worse, what outside your relationship was making you happier than him?

He kept these thoughts to himself, coughing quietly to try and open up his throat that seemed to be impossibly tight at that moment. He held your hand, stroking it softly and nodding before looking up at you

“Why the sudden change of heart, hm?”

The small smile on Kaoru’s face that was slowly diminishing by the second made you want to melt into the ground. Even when you were asking him to leave, he was still so caring, still so loving. You could only watch, feeling your heart break as he looked at you, his eyes glassy as he quickly plastered the fakest smile you’ve ever seen onto his face

“Well, if you’re unhappy when you’re with me, surely we shouldn’t be together.” He let out a small, breathy laugh that was almost missed by you, if you hadn’t been watching him with such avid horror. “I dont know why you feel you aren’t happy anymore, sweetheart, but I’m glad you realised what you want.” You watched him stand without a word, as you slowly realised that this is real.

He thinks this is real

That was all you needed before you were leaping off the couch, practically turning it over with the force you’d pushed off it. You were shouting his name, grabbing him by the arm and absolutely dragging him to face you. With the sudden turn and shock, you both ended up on the floor as you began to babble, words pouring out of your mouth and tears streaming from your eyes

“Kaoru, of course I’m not unhappy, you always know just how to make me happy, I could never leave you!” You were jumping on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he sat up, a hand on your back and the other pulling your hair back from your face, trying to find any trace of a lie on your face

“Are you serous? It was all...” he was speechless. He didn’t realise you would even pull something like that, much less go so far with it

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you sobbed. “I never meant for it to go this far. I just wanted to see you get a little worked up, pull a funny prank, nothing else, i prom-“ you were cut off when Kaoru pushed his lips onto yours, breath shaky as he ran his hand through your hair, as if you were going to disappear any second and he was making sure you were still there

When you finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a small laugh

“Don’t ever pull that shit again”

Joe:

When you first brought it up with him, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Surely you weren’t serious, right?

He kept a smile quirked on his lips, a questioning look in his eyes. Still, you kept a face of steel, as if challenging him to ask if you were joking

As worried as he was, he wasn’t sure you were being serious. Something about it wasn’t..genuine? You looked too straight-faced, your expression staying neutral the whole time as if to not give something away. He was certain he hadn’t done enough to make you this delighted about breaking up, so why were you so unaffected?

The cogs were turning in his brain, all arrows pointing towards one of two directions: either he was a massive dick, or it was a prank

Oh. A prank

Of course, he wasn’t certain, but it would certainly explain quite a bit

So he decided on a plan. It wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to do, but if it was a prank, it was a nice way for him to get you back for the little skit you pulled. And if it wasn’t a prank, well, maybe it’ll take the sting away a little

His mouth quickly dropped to a frown, ready to put his plan into action. “Oh yeah? Well, thats a bit of a relief.” He had to try hard to hide his grin when he saw your eyebrows furrow, saw the frown begin to spread across your face. So maybe it was a prank. You could only watch as he continued his speech

“You see, I’ve been thinking about ending things for a while now. There was a girl at S I met a few weeks back, and man, you should’ve seen the eyes she’s been giving me. Anyways, I’ve taken a real liking to her, and Ive been thinking about giving things with her a shot. Of course, now it shouldn’t be a bother, right?”

When he saw your face contort from confusion to anger, he knew he’d fucked up severely. Suddenly you were getting up close to his face, prank forgotten, poking him in the chest as you began to shout

“Are you serious!? After all we’ve been through together, you’re just gonna leave me for some bitch you met a few weeks ago??” You were fuming at this point, while Joe watched you with with a look of mock confusion

“What’s your problem? You were the one who wanted to “break up”, right?” Something about the way he said ‘break up’ made you freeze, looking up at him as you watched a grin begin to form on Joe’s face. That bastard

“You...you asshole!” You were lost for words. He knew this whole time? And instead of enlightening you, he decided to play along? You watched with a blank expression as Joe laughed, pulling you into a hug

“I knew it” he let out a loud laugh, but it almost seemed forced. You pulled away, and when you tried to look at him his eyes seemed to be everywhere but you. You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you

“You didn’t think id actually want to break up, did you?” When he simply frowned, pulling his eyes away again you cooed, pulling him into your chest as you stroked his hair, feeling his arms slowly wrap around your waist and hold you close

It’s safe to say the two of you stayed like that for quite a while

Shadow:

When you asked him to break up as a joke, you simply wanted to see if you could piss him off. Hiromi was prone to getting mad at the smallest things, cursing up a storm when he did something as small as mess up his makeup

So when you saw his face break, felt him shrink in on himself as he asked you why, what had he done that made you want to leave, your face was frozen with shock

Now this was completely new. Of course, you knew Hiromi wasn’t just some big angry man, but you didn’t think he’d get this worked up

Brows furrowed, he brought a hand to his forehead as he let out a long breath

“What happened?” Those two words held so much emotion it almost made you break. You didn’t realise how much this would affect him, just how upset it would make him. But here he was, an emotional wreck as he wiped an almost-tear away from the edge of his eye

But soon after, he was stepping close to you, grabbing your hand and looking at you with all the sincerity in the world

“Please, give me another chance. I dont know what I did, but I do know we can fix it. I know we can, please y/n. I cant lose you”

His heartfelt speech was all you needed for the tears to slowly fall from your eyes, Hiromi looking at you with a look of concern, and confusion. You were stepping into his arms, crying silently as he hesitantly put his arms around you, not quite sure what to do. So was that a yes?

You picked your head off his shoulder, not moving from his arms

“Oh, Hiromi” he looked down at you, concern washing over his face once more. “It was only a prank, I’m so sorry.”

Now he wasn’t just upset, but relieved. A bit of anger was in there somewhere, but that could be overlooked for now. He let out a loud laugh, hugging you so tightly you could’ve sworn you felt at least 3 of your ribs break

“And what made you think that was a funny thing to do?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, not letting you out of his death grip. You simply shrugged, burying yourself deeper into his chest. He smiled, his knees practically buckling after the whole ordeal

He held you at arms length, a frown on his face. You felt a twinge of panic, maybe he wouldn’t forgive you?

This thought was quickly forgotten when he barked out a loud laugh. He dropped his face to your level, putting his hands on your shoulders

“Pull something like that again, and I swear you’ll give me a heart attack”

Miya:

Miya has never been one for properly expressing his emotions, so when you walked up to him one day and asked him to break up, he simply frowned. He didn’t let it on, but his world was very quickly caving in around him

Keeping a neutral expression, he sighed and nodded his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak right now

When you gave him a confused look from his lack of a verbal response, he really had to try to not walk out of that room there and then. You break up with him, and then expect him to just take it and walk away with a smile??

When you continued to look at him expectantly, he just let out a breath, turning away from you. “Fine. Whatever. If thats really what you want then so be it” he was kicking himself for being so blunt, but what other choice did he have? He couldn’t think, his lungs felt too small, too cramped

And now you were going to leave just like everyone else had

You tried to put your hand on his shoulder, calling his name quietly. He simply shrugged you off, dipping his head so you wouldn’t see the tears that were quickly collecting in his eyes. You’d just dumped him, the last thing he needed was you seeing him cry. You didn’t give up, asking him why he wouldn’t just look at you. Still not facing you, he attempted to talk again

“What more is there to discuss? You want to leave, so go. I’m not going to stop you if its what you want.” The crack in his voice at the end of his sentence broke your heart, and you were quickly turning him around, with more force this time, so he was forced to look you in the eyes

“Do you really think I’d leave that easily? It was a prank, you dumbass.” His head was buzzing with thoughts, why the hell would you do that? So you dont actually want to leave? You’re still gonna stay with him? You-

His thoughts were interrupted by you flicking his forehead. His hands flew to his head, letting out a cry. First you pretend to dump him, and now you have the audacity to flick him?

However, it did serve its purpose of pulling him out of his thoughts, and you were quickly pulling him into a hug while you stroked his hair. Before long you felt your shoulder grow wet with tears, the occasional sniffle leaving him. You laughed, holding him close as you tilted his chin to look at you

“I’m not going anywhere, as much as you might like me to. You’re stuck with me for a while longer, Miya Chinen.” He looked away from you, clicking his teeth

“Shut up..” he was mumbling, but there was so mistaking how hard he was gripping your clothes, as if you might try to leave again. But like you said, you weren’t going anywhere for quite some time

[tobesolonely]

sweet as honey

A/n: beekeeper fic is finally done!! shoutout to @taintedwonder for being an amazing beta :) @harryysstyless​ i love u for the support and great ideas <3

summary: y/n is as sweet as the honey she sells!

warnings: smut! (oral f receiving, some exhibitionism, some slight teasing i think, unprotected sex on a balcony in italy!!) dont be silly, wrap ur willy! ☺️

word count: ~6k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

It did not surprise Harry that the sweetest girl he’s ever met (arguably in his entire life) is a beekeeper.

A beekeeper!

He thinks it might be the coolest job title he’s ever heard in his life––he decides it’s even cooler than his own title of “famous person”, as y/n likes to call him.

Harry didn’t mean to fall in love with y/n, he really didn’t, but it was so hard not to. Her energy is utterly electric––Harry’s skin feels like it’s on fire when she wraps herself around him and cuddles, and his cheeks heat to the temperature of an oven whenever she compliments him. He didn’t think that could happen around most people anymore.

Y/n is eccentric and extroverted while also being loving and gentle. Her patience constantly floors him. Harry wasn’t sure exactly what it took to become a beekeeper, some sort of qualification he supposes, but he figures you at least have all of her qualities and even then sum.

It starts with Harry admiring her from a distance every time he sees her. He spends entirely too long fawning over the different apples from the booth across from hers when he is just trying to stay in her vicinity for as long as possible. Once he works up the courage to approach her, it relieves him immensely when they immediately click. She has a voice as sweet as the honey she sells. Harry is drawn like a moth to a flame. Their friendship quickly intensifies from only seeing each other two days a week, to seeing each other nearly every day, to basically living together. (Not that Harry was complaining).

Harry always tries to remember the exact moment he realized he liked y/n as more than a friend, but he can never recall it. The truth is, he’s felt this way since the second he saw her. Anyone with a set of eyes and half a brain knew this; except y/n, he supposes. Harry’s known she is the one for him since he met her. She was fresh out of a relationship, however, with some idiot who had gone and absolutely ripped her heart to shreds, and Harry is just some health nut who visits y/n’s booth at the market every Tuesday and Saturday morning. Their paths crossing was inevitable, but neither one ever thought their relationship would blossom into what it is.

Although y/n constantly asks him not to, Harry always clears his schedule every Monday and Friday night so he can spend the evening helping y/n prepare for the farmer’s market the next morning. There’s a lot of labeling, and moving boxes, and packing, and double-checking––but Harry loves it! Lives for it, actually. Anything is fun if he’s doing it with y/n.  

Harry often tries extending his help to work her booth (she could get very busy very quickly, and Harry knows she is easily overwhelmed) but she’s a stubborn person who has a hard time accepting help from anyone. So every Tuesday and Saturday Harry rides to the farmer’s market before the sun’s up, helps set up her booth, then spends the whole four hours the market is open shopping for himself (and walking laps around the park when he needs a break from inspecting pieces of fruit).

When all the other vendors pack up their booths and load their trucks, Harry would make his way back to y/n to help her do the same. She’d tell him all about the people she spoke to that day and all the praises her regulars sang to her as they loaded the car, and Harry can never contain the smile on his face. She always tells him how proud she was of him but Harry can’t even express in words how proud y/n made him. At least not without the words ‘I love you’ tumbling out his mouth in the middle of it. She is incredible, and it always makes Harry’s heart soar when she believes it; even if it’s only for a little while.

The ride back to y/n’s small farm is always Harry’s favorite part of the entire ordeal. The combination of lack of sleep from the night before plus the long day she just had finally caught up to her, and she always falls asleep mid-conversation with him. He never minds it one bit––always says it's the most adorable thing he gets to witness.

He’ll always wake her when they’re about ten minutes out from her house because he knows she hates being woken abruptly. Harry will reach over while driving her old, rusty, rattling truck (she doesn’t care how rich Harry is; he is not allowed to buy her a new car under any circumstances) and gently rouse her from her dreams, promising to make her a nice, warm cup of decaf coffee while she showers. If Harry doesn't have to head out he’ll stay for a hot shower and chat with her over a cup of tea before eventually luring her off to bed with the promise of cuddles and Real Housewives reruns.

This is their relationship, their friendship, and Harry cherishes it. He can’t help but wonder though, when the pretty little beekeeper that instantaneously stole his heart all that time ago is cuddled up in his arms, what it would be like to be more than y/n’s friend. He falls asleep with a smile on his face and thoughts of y/n in his head.

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“Why d'ya put that one away?”

“They’re not quite done working on this one yet,” y/n tells him when he asks about a large honeycomb. Her voice is so soft when she speaks that Harry has to lean in to hear her over the buzzing of the bees; any excuse he can find to get closer to y/n works for him. “We wouldn’t wanna cut their job short before they finish with it.”

Harry loves days like these. He loves canceling meetings when he shouldn’t just so he can spend the day helping y/n around her farm. It’s especially fun when she lets him wear one of the big white suits she’s always wearing and can watch her do her thing with her bees. Right now, she’s teaching him how to harvest honey.

“What happens if we do?” Harry would fire fifty million questions in a row at her if it meant she never stopped talking.

“Well, you wouldn’t like it if you got kicked off stage while you were in the middle of performing, would you?”

Harry grins and chuckles at the thought. Only y/ can explain something as complex as beekeeping in a way that Harry immediately understands––just one of the many things he loves about her.

“I would not.” Harry looks on as she gently replaces the honeycomb they were just inspecting. The smoker y/n asked him to hold sits limply in his hand as he simply stares at her, admiring how confident she is when she’s in her element.

Comfortable silence falls between the pair as y/n works and he follows along with the exception of Harry following her requests to position the smoker in certain spots when the bees are a little in the way. The sweet girl beside him usually never stops talking, but when she works, her full attention is on the task and she’s too focused to speak. The silence is always warm and comforting, like y/n.

“All done,” y/n announces with an air of finality after working in silence for what had to have been at least an hour. “That didn’t take too long, did it?”

“No. What are we doing next?”

Y/n let out a laugh—a sound so beautiful he can only equate it to the jingling of a bell. “What’s next? Harry, you’ve been here for two days! Don’t you have things to do?”

Far too embarrassed to admit that he pushes all his responsibilities back whenever he wants to see her, he just shakes his head quickly.

“Nope. Nothing.”

Y/n gives Harry one of her looks that tells him she doesn’t quite believe him, but she shrugs. “Do you wanna sing to my plants? I read somewhere that it would help ‘em grow…”

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Although Harry is sure y/n thinks otherwise, he does, in fact, still has a job, though he isn’t sure how Jeff hasn’t dropped him as a client by now.

He’s currently fiddling in a chair at a large conference table, going over tour logistics and plans, and only half paying attention. His mind is on y/n, as it always constantly seems to be. He wonders if she ate lunch (she sometimes forgets) and how much time she’s spent working today. He hopes she’s remembering to take breaks. Harry always called y/n his little bee—she’ll just  go, go, go! until someone physically reminds her to slow down. That “someone” usually is Harry.

“Harry? What do you think about that?” Jeff’s voice breaks Harry out of his y/n-filled thoughts. Harry tries to hide his annoyance when he answers, though he doesn’t think he’s particularly successful.

“What was tha’? I zoned out a bit, sorry.”

“A dinner? With the tour crew, tonight.”

“Can y/n come?” Harry doesn’t miss a beat in asking. Anyone else would have rolled their eyes at him, but he just sighs and nods his head. Jeff knows better than anyone that his best shot at convincing Harry to do something is allowing the involvement of y/n.

“Yes, Harry. Y/n can come.”

So that was how y/n ends up sitting next to Harry at a table with all the magical people who help make his tours possible and chatting with Harry Lambert like they’re old pals. It’s just another thing Harry loves about y/n––she has the ability to make friends wherever she goes and Harry is amazed about it. Harry thinks that’s so cool. She always tells him that she wishes she could light up a room like he can. Harry thinks that if she thinks he “lights up a room”, then she absolutely blinds everyone in it.

“Feelin’ good, lil’ bee?” Harry takes a sip of his drink after he asks his question. He rests his right hand on y/n’s left knee and checks the time on his wristwatch. “Lemme know when ‘ve gotta get you home and we can leave this thing.”

“Harry!” she whisper-shouts. “These people are here because of you! We can’t just leave, you goof.”

“Eh,” Harry waves his hand dismissively. “They’re not here for me. More excited to see each other, I think. Besides, everyone knows I’m only capable of givin’ my attention to you when you’re around.”

Y/n blushes, looking down at her hands and around them like she always does when she doesn’t know what to say, then nods. “Whenever you’re ready, I am. Oh- I wanna show you the honeycombs from today! They’re huge!”

Just like that, Harry wants nothing more than to leave the steakhouse they’re at (he can’t remember the name) and go see honeycombs. He nods and clears his throat, then stands up. “I’ve got to get goin’, everyone. Y/n’s not feelin’ too good. Thank you for all you do. I’ll be seein’ you all real soon, yeah?”

The occupants of the dinner are far too intoxicated to hear him, and he chuckles to himself. A few wish y/n well, but many don’t even hear Harry’s parting words. He likes it this way. Sometimes it's easier to just slip out. Harry already knows that y/n will unleash on him when they reach the car; tell him he can’t just use her as an excuse anytime he wants to get out of something.

“I can’t believe you did that,” y/n groans loudly once they’re in front of the restaurant, waiting for Harry’s car to be brought out of the valet. “You’re embarrassing!”

“S’my job as your best friend to embarrass ya now and then, innit?”

“Says who?”

“Says me!” Harry was in the process of pulling y/n more into his side while they wait in the cold for his car. She’s putty in his hands and Harry loves when she’s pliant and feeling as touchy as he always is. Harry’s hands only leave y/n’s body when he opens her door and jogs around to the driver’s side.

The hand that’s not gripping the steering wheel is in y/n’s, sneaking quick glances from the corner of his eye while he feels her playing with his rings.

“Do you wanna hear a fact you may or may not know about bees?”

Harry nods. Of course he did. He’d listen to y/n recite the phone book if she asked him to. Y/n nods and continues.

“Bees have four wings.”

Harry can hear how proud she sounds to share that—he reckons she thought she was about to blow his mind. So, he pretends he didn’t already know that.

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not,” y/n retorts, letting go of his hand to dig her phone out of her clutch. “I can show you.”

Harry hates that she lets go of his hand, even if just for a moment to show him something. He always wants to touch her. Y/n holds her phone up to Harry’s face at every red light to show him pictures of bees' wings, and he pretends to be mind-blown. He’s certain it’s one of the best performances of his life (he thinks Christopher Nolan would be impressed).

“Are you stayin’ over at mine tonight?”

“I don’t have my skincare.”

If Harry was speaking to anyone else, he might’ve been embarrassed by what he was about to admit. “I bought all the things you use so you couldn’t use that as an excuse not to sleep over anymore.”

“Harry!”

“What?”

“You can’t do stuff like that!” Y/n sounds a teensy bit upset, but Harry knows she isn’t. “I told you that you’re not allowed to buy me things!”

Harry isn’t a fan of her response - he doesn’t ever remember agreeing to that.  “Why not?”

“Save your money, Harry.”

“I have more money than I know what to do with,” he responds quickly, eyes focused on the road. “Let me spoil you now and then, yeah?”

Harry hears y/n let out a quiet sigh, but she argues no further and he is happy to have won this battle. A comfortable silence falls over the car for the duration of the trip as headlights pass them every so often. Harry doesn’t mind it—he’s just glad she decided she was in the mood to play with his fingers again.

Once Harry gets them home, he immediately starts a pot of decaf coffee and puts their towels, a pair of boxers, and one of his t-shirts she always likes to wear in the dryer. Y/n once told Harry she loved warm towels and clothes and he’s never forgotten it. While waiting for her coffee to brew, he puts on the kettle to make himself a cup of tea, quickly reaching for her favorite set of mugs. Even though y/n is more than capable of doing these things for herself, Harry loves taking care of her, even if it’s only for a little bit.

Harry has both of their drinks (y/n’s made just the way she likes it) on the coffee table and a movie queued up by the time she rejoins him in the front of his house, skin glowing from the skincare routine she just completed.

“I found the stuff! How does my skin look?” Y/n flops down beside Harry, reaching for her mug of coffee.

Harry looks up from his phone. “Dewey. I made your coffee jus’ the way you like it… unless your taste buds have changed in the last twenty-four hours.” Y/n rolls her eyes at his cheesy attempt at a joke.

He loved when she was over at his house. It was usually the only time Harry ever saw her truly relaxed. Even when they were meant to be taking it easy at hers (whether that be by cuddling and watching movies, baking together, or simply just falling asleep beside one another) her mind was always in work mode.

“You’re not funny, H.”

He smirks at her from the corner of his eyes. “Then why are you smiling?”

“I’m always smiling! Now, can you please go take a shower so we can watch the movie?”

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Y/n was burnt out––Harry could tell.

He always knew when she needed a break because she would get upset for seemingly no reason at all. Earlier when Harry asked her if he should cook dinner or order in, she promptly told him she didn’t care what they ate and went back to researching hive health.

Ouch.

When Harry made the executive decision to make them lentil soup (as much as y/n tried to deny it, he knew she was developing a small cold, too) she scrunched up her nose and said,” No, thanks.”, deciding to take a nap instead.

Harry did his best to remind her to take care of herself, but she was his lil’ bee, after all. She wouldn’t take a break unless someone forced her to. So, he decided to plan a getaway for them.

“H, I don’t have time for a vacation,” y/n snaps at him when he broaches the topic of a trip later that evening. “You out of all people should know how hard it is to get away sometimes.”

“Y’need one though,” Harry replies. “We could both use one.”

“Who’s gonna watch my bees?”

“Already took care of that. Took care of everything,” he shrugs. “Only thing you have to do is pack a bag and we can go…’n if you don’t feel like packin’ it yourself I can get that taken care of, too.”

“Who did you hire, though? Where did you find them?” Y/n seems doubtful. Harry should’ve known she wouldn’t agree to just anyone watching her bees as she is way too attached to them.

“You really think I’d hire just anyone to watch your bees?” Harry raises an eyebrow. “I’ve got the best of the best for them, don’t you worry about that.”

Y/n giggles, which makes Harry blush. He loved being the reason for her laughter. “I’m going to hold you to that... I can pack my suitcase by the way, H. We can’t leave until tomorrow though... I need time to say bye to all my bees.”

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Harry loved to travel with y/n.

He loves the look of awe when he takes her to a new place. He loves seeing her so carefree, so at peace. Y/n’s beautiful all the time, of course, but especially like this. Stress-free and happy.

They're sitting on the balcony of the Italian villa Harry arranged for them to stay at, bellies full and tongues stained purple from working through a bottle of expensive red wine. The sun had set not long ago, and there’s a nice, warm breeze that ripples through their hair and tickles their skin.

“What are we gonna do tomorrow?” Y/n questions, glancing at Harry through hooded eyes. Her words are slightly slurred due to her intoxicated state, but not so much that he can’t understand her.

“It’s a surprise,” Harry takes a sip of his wine, then moves closer to y/n. “You’ll like it though.”

“Can I try to guess what it is?”

“Sure, y/n.”

“Is it the beach?”

“Nope,” Harry shakes his head. “For another day.”

“Leaning Tower of Pisa?”

He laughs. “We’re nowhere near it, but we can squeeze tha’ in if you really wanna see it.”

“Okay, then I’m out of guesses.” y/n pours herself another glass of wine. “Tell me.”

“‘M gonna take you shopping.”

Y/n pouts. “I thought you said we were gonna do something I’d like!”

“Oh, did I say something you’d like? I meant something I’d like…”

Y/n doesn’t say anything, and he’s glad she doesn’t argue with him. Harry takes the lull in conversation to just admire her––admire the way the moonlight is reflecting off her skin, the way her eyes are a little glossy from the wine, and the way the robe she was wearing hung slightly off her shoulders (and Harry was well aware that she was wearing nothing under it).

“Harry, can I ask you something?” y/n’s voice is so soft that Harry would struggle to hear her had they not been sitting so close.

“Anything, lil’ bee.”

“Do you ever wish you had a girlfriend to take on trips like this? Instead of me? Like, I imagine you’d be having a way better time if you were here with your girlfriend and not just me.” Her chest heaves as she takes in a breath, sucking in air after rushing through what she just said.

“Why would I have a better time with a girlfriend than I could have with you?” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather go on a trip like this with.

“Because,” she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth. “You could… yanno- you could have sex and stuff? I just feel like Italy is so romantic.”

Harry chokes on his wine, and it takes a few moments of coughing to clear it out. “Really? Tha’s what you’re thinkin’ bout right now?”

“I’m just saying,” she takes a long sip of wine. “It’s okay if that’s what you’re thinking about, you know? ‘Cus I am too. I mean, I’m not thinking it, I just mean, like, I don’t think it’s weird or anything. I mean, I’m also pretty drunk right now so––”

“I’m thinkin’ about it, puppy,” Harry cuts y/n off because she tends to ramble once she gets about two drinks in, every time. “‘M thinkin’ about it with you, because I wish you were my girlfriend-”

The words that come out of his own mouth surprise him equally since he’s been careful about keeping it quiet. Okay, so maybe Harry’s just as drunk as y/n.

“What?” Y/n pouts, her wine-stained lips look plump and soft. Harry wants nothing more than to tug her over to him and kiss her. “Harry, you can’t say that- can’t say that ‘cus we’re good the way we are. We’re good as friends––best friends! Right?”

He takes a steadying breath so he can get his words together. “Don’t wanna be only best friends,” Harry whispers, so close to y/n now that she feels his breath on her neck and smells the wine on his breath. “S’not enough. I wanna be your lover...wanna love on you so badly-”

“Harry…”

“...Y/n…”

“I care about you so much––just–– I want us to be okay no matter what, yeah?”

“We’ll be okay.” Harry’s words come out quickly.

“Stuff like this always changes things…” Y/n is doubtful, unsure.

“Don’t think much else would change. I already treat you like you’re the only girl in the world…” Harry trails off, running his fingers along the collar of her bathrobe.

“I want us to be just as good,” y/n searches Harry’s eyes to see if they possess the same hunger as hers––she’s glad to see they do. “Nothing will change.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry’s rushing to get his words out pressing his lips against y/n’s exposed shoulder, thoughts tumbling quickly down a rabbit hole “Wasn’t sure if you’ve ever felt the same way because you’re so bloody hard to read sometimes-”

Y/n gently tugs at the front of her robe so it falls open, allowing Harry newfound access to her neck and collarbone. “Of course I feel the same way, wasn’t it obvious?” She lets out a loud moan when Harry nips and sucks particularly hard at one spot; it’s music to his ears.

“Not at all, or else I would’ve been kissin’ on ya like this a lot sooner.” Harry pecks her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, and finally her lips. “I swear everyone knew I was proper obsessed with ya, except you.”

Y/n smiles against Harry’s lips, melting into the kiss as she grows used to the feeling of kissing him. “How long?”

Harry tilts his head to the side in confusion. “‘How long’ what?”

“Have you liked me?” y/n dips her head, too shy to make direct eye contact with Harry. He rests his fingers under her chin and gently tilts her head upwards.

“You really wanna know?” Harry’s not ashamed to admit he’s liked her since the second he laid eyes on her at the farmer’s market. She nods, and Harry can see how blown out her pupils are in the moonlight. He continues, peppering more kisses against y/n’s exposed patches of skin.

“I reckon I’ve liked you ever since I first saw you,” Harry’s voice drops to a whisper even though they are the only ones on the balcony. “Had to know you...see if you were as sweet as the honey you were sellin’.”

“Am I?” Y/n questions, pushing Harry away from her softly to pause his movements. Harry slides out of the chair he’s in, positioning himself so he’s on his knees in front of y/n. He hums, untying her robe a bit more so that her belly and breasts are exposed to him.

“I’m not sure, pet,” Harry ghosts his hand over her core, not ready to touch her just yet. He knows he can get her more worked up––really make her beg for it. “I’ve gotta taste ya first.”

“You can!” she blurts out, lifting her bottom off the chair slightly. “You can taste me Harry, ‘m givin’ you permission-”

“Yeah, but what fun would that be?” As much as Harry wants to mouth at her pretty cunt and hear her moan and whine for him, he also thought he’d quite like to hear what she sounds like begging for his mouth, tongue, and cock. He looks up at his sweet girl from the rather uncomfortable position on his knees he’s put himself in, thoroughly pleased by how absolutely fucked out she looks. He hasn’t even touched her yet!

Harry decides he has let her squirm and anticipate his touch long enough, finally placing one digit to her covered heat. She bucks her hips up slightly, his light touch doing nothing to quell the fire he ignited in her tummy.

“Don’t tease me, please,” y/n says quietly, eyes screwed shut. “I want it, like, so badly. It’s ok- oh!”

Y/n’s tense body sinks back into the chair as Harry pulls her underwear to the side in one swift motion, exposing her warm cunt to the cool, Italian air. He notices her body shaking (he’s not sure if it’s from the cold or excitement) but he makes a mental note to draw her a warm bath after he’s made her cum on his tongue. Without warning, Harry licks a long stripe from the entrance of her cunt to her clit, taking the small button in his mouth once he reaches it. He moans in pleasure, loving the way she reacted to his mouth and the sweet sounds that leave her.

Harry stretches his arms up to reach for y/n’s hands, wanting nothing more than to see what they would feel like tugging at his curls. She immediately understands what he’s asking and wastes no time slotting her fingers into his hair.

“How’s tha’ feel?” Harry lifts his head from her clit to take a breath of air and check to see if what they are doing is still okay—he’s delighted when she begs for him to “get back to it”.

“Don’t stop, feels really nice,” y/n’s plea ends with a loud moan; Harry’s cock swells.

“Do you want me to keep goin’, puppy?” He takes his index finger in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before he lowers it to circle her entrance. “Y’like how my tongue feels on your clit, hmm?” He sinks it in, causing y/n to let out a quiet gasp.

“Yeah, you’re really, really, good at this, H,” y/n struggles to catch her breath so Harry takes this as his sign to slow down. Y/n grinds her hips against Harry’s tongue once he lets up, now having to work harder to chase her orgasm. “W-why’d you slow down?”

She tugs particularly hard on Harry’s hair, causing him to yelp in surprise. He can feel the pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock and onto his stomach, and he thinks he may cum without even having to touch himself. Harry takes her desperation as a green light to resume his previous pace, finger slipping easily back into her cunt.

“Thought it was becoming a little too much for you,” Harry mumbles, mesmerized by how easily her cunt takes his finger. He thinks she can easily take at least two more. “Can I add more? Get ya all stretched out so y’can take me alright?” Y/n clenches around his fingers at his words and Harry knows that if he’s inside her and she does that again, he’ll be a goner.

“Yes, H,” she lifts her bottom off the chair. “I can take more, give me more-”

Harry sinks his middle finger into her, shuddering when his cock dances in his sweatpants. He decides he needs them off (or at least needs his cock out) and uses his free hand to pull them down. He hisses when his cock slaps against his stomach, more pre-cum leaking out of the neglected, red head.

“Takin’ my fingers so good, angel,” Harry whispers, speeding up the pace in which he is pumping into her. “I can feel y’squeezin’ on ‘em––are y’gonna squeeze my cock like that?” All y/n can do is nod, not trusting her voice to answer him.

Who would’ve thought the man who was always so sweet to her had such a dirty mouth?

Y/n can feel that familiar fire igniting in her belly, knows that she needs Harry to angle his fingers just so and hit that spot that would have her seeing stars. She reaches for his wrist and tries to angle him how she wants him, but it’s not working. She needs more––needs his cock.

“Harry, need more- please, need it, need you-” her pleas come out choppy and short as she struggles to articulate exactly what she needs. Harry’s her best friend, though––he knows exactly what she’s asking for.

“You want my cock, lil’ bee? S’that what you want?” he pulls his fingers out and rubs at her clit while he frees himself completely from the confines of his sweatpants. She nods, but that’s not good enough for Harry. “Lemme hear you say it.”

“I want you, H,” she’s panting. “I want you to fuck me...”

“Why didn’t you just say that?” Harry teases, giving himself a few quick pumps. He knows once he’s inside of her he probably won’t last more than a few quick sloppy thrusts––especially if she squeezes round his cock like she’s been doing with his fingers. Harry guides her from the chair and to the railing of the balcony so they’re looking down at the bustling city below them. Harry was grateful they were so high up and it was fairly dark, although not pitch black. The thought of someone only having to look up to see him and the woman he loves in such a vulnerable state ignited a flame in him.

He begins slowly inching his way inside of her, looking at her while she adjusted to the size of him. Y/n tells him she’s ready for more way quicker than Harry thought she would, and he’s pleased to feel her pushing herself down on him while he pushes up into her. It takes all his willpower not to cum immediately. 

“Look at you fuckin’ yourself with my cock,” Harry says smugly, standing still while y/n bounces down on him. “Take what you need, sweet girl. Make yourself cum round me-”

“So big, H,” y/n puts the hand not gripping onto the rail in her mouth, biting back her moans. 

“I wanna hear you, puppy. Want all those people down there to know how good ‘m makin’ ya feel,” Harry pulls her hand out of her mouth and wraps his arms tightly around her before fucking up into her relentlessly.

“Oh, fuck,” y/n moans quietly. “Fuck, right there...”

“C’mon, angel. I know you can be louder than that, let me hear you-” Harry uses one hand to let go of y/n’s plushy hips and instead lowers it to her clit, rubbing small, quick circles at the hardened nub. She lets out a loud squeal that quickly turns into a giggle, causing her to clench around Harry’s cock. He lets out a loud moan, not caring at all who heard. He was going to give the pretty beekeeper begging for his cock the hardest, most intense orgasm of her life.

“Harry, I’m so close...”

“I know, I can feel it baby,” Harry’s curls are sticking to his forehead from sweat. “I’m close too, where do you want-”

“Inside,” y/n turns around, so she’s looking at Harry. “I’m on birth control-”

Harry speeds up the pace, moving faster than he even thought possible. He was fucking his best friend in Italy, at an Italian villa on a balcony. Could his life get any better?

“‘M gonna cum, y/n,” Harry’s thrusts are growing sloppy, his wrist tired from rubbing circles on y/n’s clit. He wants her to cum first, though––needs her to. “Cum for me, sweet girl. I want you to cum.”

Y/n lets out a loud cry if Harry’s eyes weren’t shut, he would’ve checked to see if she drew any attention to themselves. However, he was too far gone, right on the brink of his own orgasm. With two more sloppy thrusts, Harry is finishing right behind her. If they weren’t so close to the edge of a balcony, he would’ve collapsed atop her, completely exhausted from the good fuck he just gave y/n.

They both slowly come down from their highs together, giggling at how good their orgasms made them feel. Harry slowly pulls out of her and stuffs his softening cock back in his pants before grabbing his sweet girl and pulling her to sit in his lap.

“You are as sweet as the honey you sell, lil’ bee.”

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The Sound Of Love (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: Um I don't like this one as much as the others but I did my best. It honestly took forever cause I didn't want to write it and I had no idea what song to use but I eventually decided so here we are.

WARNINGS: angst

Date: Saturday November 7th, 2020

Details: 5.3 pages 2,000 words

Theme: Musicalia- The victim will hear a song constantly playing in their head until it drives them insane. The person of affection will only hear the music when they are around the victim.

Angst Masterlist

Clair De Lune

A simple, beautiful piano melody that had been repeating in my head for weeks. There was never a reprieve from the beautifully haunting melody. My mind followed the sound like a moth to a flame and deteriorated the closer it got to the music.

No amount of holding my hands over my ears stopped it. It had become a part of me like the backround music in a video game or movie. However this wasn't a video game or a movie this was real. Every day was the same never a rest I couldn't even sleep some nights.

This was my last week at Karasuno before I was put in the hospital. My mind was too far gone to stay out I couldn't really hear anything anymore to distracted by the music and of course I hummed it on occasion. Everyone in my classes knew I had it...Musicalia but they didn't know who caused it.

Monday

I walked to class with a sigh Yamaguchi was following and as we walked I heard a gentle piano melody that got louder. I spotted a familiar H/c haired girl fast walking past me like she'd done since I pushed her away. Yamaguchi followed my eyesight and the music faded the further away she got "you should apologize you know. This week is her last at Karasuno," I blinked 'her last week?' I thought "Shut up Yamaguchi," I said keeping my emotions off my face "Sorry Tsukki," I continued watching the S/c skinned female rush off down the hall.

Tuesday

I was walking up to the roof ready to reject another girl. Why they felt the need to confess to me of all people id never understand. As I rounded the corner someone ran into me and with a short shriek they fell. I was about to say something when I noticed who it was...Y/n she looked paler than I remembered and eye bags were prevalent on her face. I heard the piano again it was louder than ever.

"Do you need to listen to music that loud?" I asked though it was harsher than intended. Her eyes widened and I held back a frown as I saw she was afraid. "S-sorry," she stood up quickly and ran off down the hall the music fading the further she got and I watched 'why was she afraid of me?' My eyes caught something on the floor which I turned to. Picking it up I realized it was a simple gold bracelet with a dinosaur charm on it.

"This is...," It was the bracelet id given her three years ago on her birthday. It was still in perfect condition looking like it did on the day I'd given it to her and it caused a small smile to pull at my lips as I pocketed the familiar bracelet.

Wednesday

Everytime I spotted the e/c eyed female in the hallway and approached her she would turn and run the music following her. Nobody ever seemed bothered by the piano it was almost like they didn't hear it and Y/n was never wearing headphones when it was playing. "Does she ever stop listening to that song?" I mumbled to myself as she ran away yet again.

"What song?" Yamaguchi asked next to me I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "What do you mean what song? That damn piano music she's always listening to it's annoying," I said and Yamaguchi’s eyes widened "Tsukki...She's not listening to any music...," He stated.

I blinked as I processed what that meant "No ive heard it-," Yamaguchi cut me off before I could continue he had a sad look in his eyes and as he spoke I realized why. "She's got Musicalia Tsukki...," He whispered as he looked at me. "She...She what?" I asked. "She's got Musicalia and if you can hear it that means...," my own eyes widened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh...,"

Thursday

Cornering someone who was avoiding you was much more difficult than you'd think. Everytime I ended up even in the same room as her she ran before I could even get near her. "Yamaguchi," I stated causing him to jump. "Yeah?" He nervously asked. "Can you convince Y/n to meet you on the roof?" I asked. He didn't ask any questions he just nodded mumbling a quiet yeah as the teacher walked in the room.

I stood on the roof looking out towards the gym. I heard footsteps come around the corner and stop before they slowly started backing away. "Can you stop running? I need to talk to you," I said. The footsteps stopped and I turned around. Y/n stood a few feet away nervously shuffling on her feet.

"When were you gonna tell me?" I asked and she sighed "Preferably never," She answered and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Never? This could kill you!" I took a step toward her while she took one back "So what?" She spit bitterly rasing her head up to glare. "So what? So everything!" I shouted.

"So everything? You dont even fucking like me! You made that pretty clear last year!" She yelled back. She was referencing an argument that I barely remembered and that she hadn't forgotten. "Do you even know what its like to have your heart crushed in seconds!?" She screamed. "You still should have told me you have Musicalia!" I glared back. 

She just gave me a bitter smile "I suppose my dear this was how it was meant to be," she stretched her arms out as she spoke and tears dripped down her face at a slow pace. "You dying isn't how it's supposed to be!" She only shook her head in response. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the bracelet. "Here...just take this back," I said holding it out. She walked forward and I heard that gentle and haunting music get louder.

She stopped closing my hand around the bracelet and leaning up to press a kiss against my cheek. "Keep it I won't have a use for it much longer," she mumbled before turning and walking off. "Y/n!" She stopped but didn't turn around and I continued speaking. "I love you," she sighed and turned her head. The sunset cast her in an ethereal glow and sparkled off the remaining tears on her face.

She gave a sad, watery smile in response. "No you don't Tsukki. If you did...You would have come back to me a lot sooner," she turned and left I knew she was right but god it hurt to hear her say that. My hand was still tightly closed around the bracelet the metal uncomfortably warm against my skin as she walked away from me.

Friday

She avoided me even more. I never saw her but I heard the music following around on occasion. After yesterday I had looked for the melody finally hearing it long enough to search for it. The results had told me the song was Clair De Lune I should have known. It was Y/n's favorite song though I doubted she liked it now.

I had tried to find her when I heard the music but even if I followed it I never found her. I was walking toward my locker keeping an ear out for that melody. As I opened the locker a f/c envelope fell out as I picked it up I noticed it was sealed with a gold wax stamp. Flipping it over my name was written on the front in flowing cursive. I put it away in my bag before heading to practice.

I flipped the envelope around in my hand staring at it before sighing. I pulled open the envelope and slipped the contents out. The first was a photo of me, Y/n, and Yamaguchi we were standing in the park in the photo. Y/n and Yamaguchi had their arms over eachothers shoulders while I stood in the background glaring towards the camera.

The other thing was a letter that I was hesitant to flip open. I knew the letter was from Y/n but I for the first time felt afraid on what she had to say. Sighing I opened the letter ready to read it.

Dear Kei,

It's been awhile hasn't it? Though That's what happens after fights. You give each other time to calm down and then you come back. Only this time...There is no coming back. You already know I have Musicalia and I'm sure you know I love you. It's weird to write that to someone you know doesn't love you.

Don't lie either. You don't love me the way I love you. You may think you do but if you had we would have been friends again by now. But you were perfectly content with not having me in your life so I know you'll be fine when I'm actually gone.

That's the issue isn't it? I'll be gone soon really, truly...gone. I'm not afraid knowing my death is approaching im...content and at peace with it. My death won't be glorious. I'm not going out with a bang. Or any final inspirational words. I'll go quietly in my sleep hopefully. Sleep however is hard when there's music constantly playing on loop in your head.

When I'm gone Kei...Will you visit me? Tell me about your day or the volleyball team! Yamaguchi told me about the team you should go easier on them. You should also learn from them you know? Anyways if you ever can't make it to me...Play Clair De Lune and I'll go to you! I'll listen to you talk at your place instead of you coming to mine!

I'm sure you know by now that this is my goodbye letter. Don't act so suprised of course I want to say goodbye to you. You're important to me you should know that. I've written this for awhile but I wanted it to be a good final goodbye since its immortalized forever in a letter. If you share this with anyone I'll kill you by the way. Even in death I still have a reputation. Anyway...

Goodbye Kei

I love you

—Y/n L/n

A month had passed since she said goodbye I moved forward even though it hurt to not see her around school. It almost felt like she moved but that imagine was ruined whenever I visited her grave. "Hey Tsukki I didn't know you liked dinosaurs!" I sighed in irritation my eyes flicking towards Kuroo who was pointing at my wrist.

"Wow that's cool!" Bokuto joined in and my eyes drifted to the golden bracelet around my wrist. "It's not mine," I stated drinking my water. "Whos is it?" Akaashi asked and I sighed again. "My friend Y/n’s...She's gone now and I'd rather not talk about it," I said standing up and heading back to the net. None of them said anything more about it and I was grateful for that.

Later that night I closed my eyes and played the song that I had grown very familiar with. It was quiet except for the soft melody playing through my headphones. While my eyes were closed I felt the familiar pressure on my body like someone was laying on my chest. If I listened through my headphones close enough I could almost hear her soft voice humming the song. 

I knew in my brain it was impossible but for now I let my heart believe that it was her. I talked quietly about anything and everything that came to mind. The team was sleeping so I knew I could talk freely most of them slept like they were in a coma. I sighed as I reached the end of my story before I spoke once more.

"I miss you Y/n,"

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[dirt-cup-draco]

Sirius x Reader - More To You (2/2)

tag list: @spacegirlhere @treestarrrrrrrr @slytherpuffgal @scaredofvscogirls @jenniseiblack

Previously:

It wasn’t often he felt guilt for what he did but right now he couldn’t have felt worse. He really didn’t know you. He hadn’t even tried. Because he was angry at his family and the world he had taken it out on you without a second thought. “I’m sorry,” He said lamely as you headed off to the library. He was positive you heard him but you just sighed and shook your head. He knew that wouldn’t be enough.

Sirius realized he should stop burning bridges before he had the chance to cross them. There was much more to you than he realized and now he was sure you would never forgive him.

If someone had told Sirius Black even five years ago that he would be stood before Barty Crouch Senior and convicted of thirteen counts of murder as well as giving away the hidden location of his best friend, his brother, he would have laughed in your face. Now, he was just numbly staring around as he let the members of the Wizengamot talk over him. 

He wasn’t present, not really. He still couldn’t believe James and Lily were gone. And Harry, oh poor Harry. Sirius should be with his godson right now. He should be raising and loving that boy like James would have wanted. A tear escaped out of his dull eyes as the men and women clamored over evidence and motive and all this terribly bullshit that made no sense. James was his family, Lily was the light of the world that was better with her and James in it. 

Now his family was torn apart. He hadn’t heard from Peter in ages and Remus didn’t believe his innocence. It hurt, the people he had grown up loving the most, and still loving unconditionally, couldn’t see he would never hurt them. It was the grief, he hoped. Maybe before Sirius rotted in Azkaban Remus could forgive him for not doing a better job to protect them. 

He was snapped out of his nightmarish reverie by a voice floating above the rest. “I don’t think we are considering all the possibilities here! It doesn’t make sense as to what Sirius Black would gain from giving up the Potters,” 

Eyes traveled to you and you took a steady breath as he stared at you with wide eyes. He hadn’t even realized you were part of the Wizengamot. He hadn’t seen you since school when you had declared that you wouldnt, couldnt, forgive him for his cruel behaviors against you. Why were you defending him?

“It figures that the Slytherin sticks her neck out for this monster,” Muttered a council member. You looked at them with a cool fury in your eyes what was drawing Sirius in like a moth to a flame. 

“My house is not relevant in this court room. It is a foolish way to judge students without knowing all of their circumstances and beliefs. Please do not presume to know me because of my house,” You were boiling beneath the surface but still had a dangerous calm about you. “And I think we are also presuming too many things about Black. We hear his family name and think he must have done it, we don’t know that for certain,” You argued. 

Barty Crouch Senior’s cheeks turned red in fury as he gaped at you. “You are new but that does not excuse your complete dismissal of the signs that point straight to this man being the culprit! I ask for silence from you,” 

“But it’s too perfect! Every single sign points to him and that is the problem!” You tried, knowing your time was coming to an end. 

“I will not hear another word from you!” You were silenced. 

You stewed angrily in your seat but relented. You couldn’t forfeit your entire career on Sirius Black but you wished that you could convince the rest to see that they could possibly be convicting an innocent man. They weren’t even giving him a real trial!

“We declare Sirius Orion Black guilty of all charges and hereby sentenced to life in Azkaban,”

Every prisoner in Azkaban was there for life. It was just a matter of how long they held on. 

You looked at Sirius as he accepted his fate. The fire was gone and he took punishment for the death of his friends and several others. Guilt swam in his eyes, drowning him. You recognized the look in him. It was close to the guilt he had shown when he had apologized to you years ago. You let your eyes linger on him. 

You had to remember this man before Azkaban hollowed him out and ultimately killed him. “I’m sorry,” You mouthed to him as he returned your gaze, possibly wanting to see a friendly face for the last time in his soon to be miserable existence. 

All he could manage was a tired smile. He was disconnected from reality but you understood. It was better to let life happen around you than face the hell you were in. 

--

Sirius stood outside your door. The moon was high in the sky and every noise had him looking around nervously. He barked, pawing at the door. He knew it was a long shot but he was praying you would open up. They would be looking for him and he was safe in his animagus form but he couldn’t sleep another night on the cold ground. He had to get to someone who would believe he wasn’t a danger. 

“Merlin’s beard,” He heard you mutter as you stomped down the stairs, flinging the door open. “Come on then,” You opened the door wider as you stared blearily at him. It seemed in your tired state that it took you an extra few seconds to realize who you were opening the door to. It was no secret to you that Sirius and his pals were unregistered animagi. A black dog could only chase you around the grounds so many times before you got suspicious. 

You looked closer, fumbling for the glasses you had hung on the collar of your shirt. “Oh gods,” You paled.Sirius wagged his tail and trotted in. You closed and locked the door, drawing the blinds closed and falling heavy into the nearest seat. “How?” You croaked. 

In but a blink of an eye Sirius was standing in front of you, hair tangled and matted. An unseemly scruff had found it’s way on to his face as he grinned a sinister grin. He was so far from the handsome boy he’d been in school. How long had it been? Twelve years. You realized, stomach churning. You had stopped trying  a handful of years ago and it had always been your biggest regret and source of guilt.

“Slipped through the bars when those ghoulish bastards brought me that shit they call food,” He snarled. His prison uniform hung off his skeletal frame.  You hardly knew what to do but realized Sirius was in need of well, everything. Food water, clothes. He was a miserable sight. 

You sprang up, dashing into the kitchen. “How do you take your tea?” You asked and Sirius let himself smile even if it was tight. They had taken so much from him over the past twelve years he didn’t know how to function so soon after.

“I’ll take anything,” He said honestly as you set a mug in front of him as well as some toast. 

“Y-you can have more if you finish,” You said, awkwardly. “I just figured you don’t want an upset stomach,” How strange it was to see you like this, hair messy from sleep and in a simple sleeping gown that he wouldn’t have thought a person like you would wear. He had been wrong years ago so he wasn’t surprised to find you were far different than he expected.

“Thank you,” He said after he had devoured everything in front of him. You had tried not to stare as he had wolfed it down, as if he was scared it would be taken from him. Sirius wiped the crumbs from his mouth and looked at you.

You were prettier than he remembered. “Thank you for the food,” He clarified, “but also for what you tried to do all those years ago. You were the only one on my side and it seems you still are,” 

“Please dont thank me,” You winced as a heavy weight fell on your shoulders. “I gave up on you far too soon, after three years it seemed every mention of you was gone and then after five I started to wonder if you were still alive. My budget was tight and I couldn’t afford to continue trying to free you,” You buried your face in your hands. 

Sirius hadn’t been expecting that. His lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging at it until you looked at him. He intertwined his fingers with you. Oh how good it felt to be near someone. “I will still thank you, I’ve given you every reason to doubt me and when it truly mattered the most you were the only one who had faith in me,” 

You let out a sad chuckle. “You’re an idiot, Black, not a monster,” You teased. 

Sirius meant to laugh, he meant to jest back. Instead he found himself giving into deep sobs that wracked his entire body and made his chest feel tight. He fell forward, head falling against your chest as you rested a shaky hand in his hair, another hand patting his back as you let him cry. After being dehumanized Sirius needed to feel again and know what it was to be free to do so. 

When his tears subsided you picked up a rather scary looking knot of hair. “I think you need a shower,” 

Sirius snorted and nuzzled his face against your chest as he wiped at his eyes. Moving but not distancing himself he rested his forehead against yours in a show of appreciation. You were the rock he never expected to have in this time. It was strange and foreign but you were both leaning on each other in a way that had seemed impossible once. 

Looking at Sirius Black you felt your heart ache with something akin to warmth. He was a shell of the man he used to be but in a way he was a better man, worn down by the world but still kind, maybe even kinder than he was before tragedy shredded his life. 

“I’m sorry but it had to be you I came to see,” He spoke as you washed his dish absentmindedly, thinking of how you’d get the guest bedroom ready for him as he took a shower. You didn’t want to be mean but the man smelled like death. 

“I’m glad you came,” You spoke and realized the words were completely honest. “Stay as long as you need, you are safe here,” 

When Sirius nodded and walked by you, following your directions to your bathroom, he pressed a kiss against your cheek and your draw nearly dropped. Who would have thought you’d see the day where Sirius Black wanted to be near you for a reason other than tormenting you. 

He didn’t look back as he walked to your bathroom but he felt his heart begin to beat again. The world was a different place now but just as dangerous as it had been twelve years ago. Despite that fact he let himself relax as he stood underneath the scalding water. 

Sirius Black washed himself clean from all the grime and misery of the past and let himself become a man with a soul again. In your home he could free himself of the past. You were the start of a future where he could be free, or at least he was hoping. 

Besides all the time he had spent figuring out who could have framed him he had allowed himself to reflect on all the missed chances he’d had. You were his biggest regret. You had deserved a respect he had never once shown you and now he would make up for it. 

In his time away, it was easy to say you had been a happy memory he had clung to. You didn’t have specific memories together but the memory of you standing strong to defend him had resonated with him and had his mind stuck on what memories the two of you could have possibly made if he had learned not to hate as a child. There had always been more to you.

If he played his cards right and got the revenge he craved, the justice for his best friend, maybe he could hope to learn all the things that made you tick. 

Without even knowing it you had given Sirius a reason to come back from the depths of hell and have a purpose after he caught Peter and made him pay. 

[miraculouscontent]

Are you gonna do an analysis or review of Chat Blanc? (Just curious please dont feel pressured to)

This could’ve just been a fun what-if episode that didn’t have anything to do with the main universe, but nooooooooooo.

[Counter Clockwise]

Let’s get the obvious out of way right here and now.

This is the second time we’ve seen Bunnyx this season, making this the second time that time travel has been involved, also in this season (not counting episodes where Second Chance is used).

This is also the second time we’ve had an episode with its events being scrubbed away by the main characters not knowing exactly what happened, similar to “Oblivio” (also in Season 3). It’s not the same plot-wise, but it carries the familiar tone of, “something was left behind in memory of the episode but it’s not anything good” (yes, we’ll get there).

For “Oblivio,” it was that freaking kiss that was spread around on the Ladyblog despite Ladybug being horrified by it and not remembering how it happened.

For “Chat Blanc” here, it was Ladybug’s estimate of how Chat knew her identity in the parallel universe.

And it’s not like this season hasn’t repeated things before. Although “Party Crasher” did introduce Roi Singe, the introduction was rushed and it was just an excuse to get mileage out of Viperion, Pegase, and Carapace one last time a big mess that didn’t need to exist. “The Puppeteer 2″ also had nothing to do with anything and retread the plot point from “Frozer” where Marinette re-learned that Adrien was already in love with someone while also repeating an akuma just like “Stormy Weather 2,” “Gamer 2.0,” “Reflekdoll,” and eventually “Felix” did.

It’s… not a good look, and that’s not even taking into account that this is also the second time that Adrien has presumed that Marinette is Ladybug, with the first example being “Kwamibuster” (technically “Weredad” too considering that’s another episode involving Marinette trying to protect her identity, but Chat didn’t actually have any presumptions there and Marinette just thought he did).

Speaking of “Kwamibuster,” actually, I do believe that “Chat Blanc” goes before “Kwamibuster” (despite production order, which I still view as invalid) because, like… why wouldn’t Plagg bring up that episode when Adrien is rambling since I simply do not believe that Adrien wouldn’t have told Plagg about Marinette being Multimouse and Ladybug being there next to her. I mean, I don’t think much of Adrien, but even I don’t think that Adrien would be dense/dumb enough to just forget that “Kwamibuster” happened.

“Chat Blanc” takes place late in the season because of the “intensity” of it and that’s about it. It doesn’t have any plot-relevant reasons to be put so close to the finale. Nothing important happens that stays important by the end of the episode, and Bunnyx just leaves in the end with no information known.

Even with the information that was in the parallel universe… well…

[All in Bad Time]

First off, not gonna lie; I feel legitimately bad for anyone who held out hope that Gabriel was redeemable.

I mean, it’s not like there’s nothing good in the parallel universe. For once, we got Tom actually taking charge and really defending Marinette. That was nice.

Outside of that though, it’s a bit of a wreck.

Since I already mentioned Gabriel, I might as well start with him. Now, I openly admit to being a very unforgiving person; there tends to be a certain threshold where I point at a character and note that there’s no going back for them and nothing they do will get me to like them or consider them worthy of redemption.

Now, already, I had passed that point in terms of Gabriel, but dang, this episode really goes all the way with making you hate this guy.

Like, after “Simon Says” with Gabriel hugging Adrien, “Queen Wasp” with him quitting and hugging Adrien (sensing a pattern of sorts), and then “Gorizilla” with Gabriel (as Hawk Moth) panicking over Adrien (that one was… weird, admittedly), and also “Mayura” with Hawk Moth telling Gorizilla to protect Adrien, one would think that Hawk Moth has - y'know - standards. We already knew that he didn’t have consistency, but we thought that he at least had standards.

Yeaaaah, not really.

For starters, we have Marinette here and, I gotta say, this is similar to the thing I said about Reflekdoll where it’s just… no fun to have a character with no real limits/preferences? Adrien is obviously going to be the big one here concerning Gabriel, but Marinette is a problem too.

Back in Seasons 1 and 2, Gabriel seemed to have a decent enough opinion of Marinette. He was impressed by her hat (and later goes to compliment her again in “Queen Wasp”), he preferred her to Chloe in “Frightningale,” and even in “The Collector,” he lets her off with no punishment whatsoever when she claims to have stolen Adrien’s book.

But then Season 3 drops, and Gabriel tries to akumatize Marinette multiple times, all with varying degrees of failure. He has no issue teaming up with Lila to go against Marinette, and there’s really no motive for it aside from his schtick of claiming that so-and-so will be his “masterpiece.”

Now, if “Queen Wasp” was before “The Collector,” then maybe I’d understand (because Gabriel would be set up to have a negative opinion of Marinette since she stole the grimoire), but it can’t be because “The Collector” was Gabriel’s reveal as Hawk Moth. It’d also make sense if Gabriel just wanted to akumatize Marinette because she’s alluded his akuma all this time (which has been a common fan joke anyway), but that’s not what’s happening.

And then there’s the fact that Gabriel’s plan to akumatize Marinette here is to have her break up with his son. I’d understand if there was an actual reason for them to break up - then Gabriel is really just capitalizing on an opportunity and would’ve demanded that she break up with him anyway - but there’s no in-plot reason given outside of Gabriel wanting to akumatize her.

Heck, it wouldn’t even be that hard. Adrien might just be shirking some of his responsibilities to date Marinette, or sneaking out to spend time with her/generally not being at home as often. Chat already has a reputation for forgetting about basically everything when he’s around the girl that he loves and the Adrienette ship seems constantly stuck in “honeymoon phase” while they’re dating, so I wouldn’t be surprised if Adrien is wholly out of it.

The problem in this episode is that we just don’t have enough information. Adrien tells us that he’s not going to tell Ladybug anything and then he goes to confess to Marinette, but that’s about all we’re given to chew on. Does Ladybug tell Chat that she’s dating? Does Chat say that he’s dating someone too and just compliments “his girlfriend” a bunch for whenever Ladybug eventually figures out his identity? Does Chat stay vague in case Ladybug falls for Chat too?

(By the way, just sayin’, I see no reason why Marinette shouldn’t have told Adrien about what Gabriel said and no reason why Adrien wouldn’t demand to know anyway; also, Adrien would’ve 100% impulsively ran away from home had Marinette told him what his father said to her. “I’m living my life as Chat Noir now, m’lady.” and then proceed to not care about his father at all. “Gamer 2.0″ already showed that Ladybug is just the most important thing to him and “Frozer” showed that he wanted to live on an island with just her, so yeah, episode resolved there, end of story, too big of a plothole to leave unanswered, please fill.)

Adrien learning Ladybug’s identity is a big deal yet it’s brushed off as nothing (because the big turning point instead is Gabriel learning that his son is Chat Noir). Honestly, had it just been a Ladrien episode instead (i.e: Adrien dating Ladybug instead of Marinette), very little would’ve changed about the actual plot and it would’ve actually made sense for Gabriel to want Ladybug to dump Adrien because Ladybug is his number one enemy (all of his attempts to get close enough to snatch her miraculous would be in vain) and an akumatized Ladybug would’ve been an actual masterpiece.

Point being, for Gabriel to do this when we have no information is bizarre, and doubly so considering the fact that Adrien is clearly happy dating Ladybug Marinette. Even if his plan is to akumatize Marinette and then just tell her to date Adrien again afterward, that’s not stated outright and also isn’t supported by the narrative considering that Gabriel is perfectly fine beating up his own son.

(I also see some potential bad press when reporters hear about the break-up and either demand questions or spread rumors.)

And I’m sorry (I’m not really sorry), but I do not understand Hawk Moth’s strategy here. Yes, Adrien being Chat Noir makes it easier to get his miraculous, but also, two things–

1 - Gabriel could’ve just taken Adrien’s ring in his sleep; yes, akumatizing him would help him get under Ladybug’s skin, but first, how does unlimited destruction get him the miraculous if Chat Blanc’s Cataclysm destroys the miraculous too (he’s been stupid before about this with stuff like Reflekta (Desperada and Party Crasher at least had insurance policies) but from an episode with so much hype riding on it, I expect Hawk Moth to use his brain a little), and second, Chat is Ladybug’s main partner. Ladybug is not defenseless without him, but he’s not completely useless to her either.

If Gabriel can just keep Adrien (who wouldn’t know who took his ring) locked away from Ladybug long enough to make another akuma, Ladybug will have no idea that her partner won’t show up and also won’t be able to go find the guardian to get more miraculouses once she realizes it, because Mayura and the akuma will certainly chase after her. She’ll be all on her own.

In addition, Gabriel can lure Adrien to the room with Emilie after taking his ring, then throw the exposition at him before offering his ring back if he agrees to help (still scummy, but not as irredeemable). That means that Ladybug won’t be around to tell Chat not to fall under Hawk Moth’s control whICH BY THE WAY–

Hawk Moth, in the actual episode, doesn’t even hold Ladybug back. What’s stopping Ladybug from getting the bell away from Chat or telling Chat to tear the bell off (if it worked for Chloe, it’ll work for Chat)? Even if touching an akumatized object gets Hawk Moth in Ladybug’s head too, she can either use her yoyo to break it (considering that her fist broke the bell in the episode itself) or just grab the bell anyway and smash it (because I don’t think Ladybug would fall under Hawk Moth’s control alongside Chat). I know we’ve never seen what happens if you break an object while the person is still pre-akumatized, and it made sense in “Zombizou” because she wasn’t Ladybug and couldn’t purify the akuma, but Ladybug shouldn’t be part of this equation and it adds too many questions. 

2 - Now, of course, I’m not experienced in villainy, but I’m pretty sure that the first rule of getting someone on one’s side is to not being a complete moron who beats them senseless first and then expects them to join.

I vaguely understand that Hawk Moth’s strategy was (probably) to just destroy Chat enough mentally so he’d be akumatizable whether or not Emilie was convincing on her own, but when he’s so sadistic about it, positively gleeful when he realizes that his son is Chat Noir, it seems less like a strategy and more like him not only favoring the wish over his own son, but also getting joy out of hitting Chat around as if he feels like Adrien wronged him by being Chat Noir and now Adrien needs to be punished (which would’ve been nice for him to say since Adrien already knows that he’s Hawk Moth by that point anyway).

I just have no idea what the intention was there. It felt like the episode wanted to have it both ways where Chat was conflicted enough to not reject the akuma, but also throw in the angst and “drama” of Hawk Moth hitting him around (after that opening where he acted as if he wanted Emilie to come back for both of them and not just him) because hey, Adrien’s life is sad, his mom is comatose and the fact that he’s about to kill everyone isn’t enough.

And then, as if that wasn’t already ridiculous enough, they have Chat Blanc be torn on who to shoot with his destructive powers. I understand that Hawk Moth is the one who akumatized him, but we’ve seen from Robostus that akumas CAN go against Hawk Moth. Yes, Hawk Moth is his father, but he’s now a physically abusive father (who is constantly “too busy” for him and tried to keep him from being happy which, again, we don’t know if Adrien knows but I don’t see why Marinette wouldn’t tell him; it would hurt Adrien, sure, but he should still know that his father is trying to sabotage them anyway. The episode cuts straight to Hawk Moth going against Ladybug and Chat Noir, but did Hawk Moth literally come up with this plan on the spot, because Marinette had more than enough time to tell Adrien otherwise!) and the love of his life.

Tough choices, I guess.

And then Chat Blanc just ends up killing everyone anyway, so it doesn’t even matter. He could’ve ultimately chosen Hawk Moth to fire at, but his destructive powers were so strong that he couldn’t control it (which would’ve been better once non-parallel Ladybug fights him, showing that he at least trained because he doesn’t want to destroy anything outside of his target).

It reads like a plot that’s being angst-y just to be angst-y (this episode will get no “edgy points” from me when it doesn’t know how to use that angst properly), and it’s not at all necessary.

Hawk Moth knocks Adrien out of the mansion because non-parallel Ladybug needed to find the Cataclysm’d version of her parallel self (which, by the way, how has Chat not found that already/tried to touch it himself, meaning it’d be already gone?) to make the audience wonder about what exactly happened, since non-parallel Ladybug stumbling upon this room with Hawk Moth, herself, and Emilie freaking Agreste would’ve actually been interesting and given the episode some semblance of value where Marinette either re-considers Gabriel to be Hawk Moth or just generally wonders if Hawk Moth himself took Emilie away for some reason (and later finding out that the peacock is damaged and realize that oh, if that happened to Emilie, then the person who has the butterfly is–).

Chat Blanc is crazy because angst, he’s losing his mind after being alone for an undisclosed amount of time. Bunnyx just leaves Ladybug there with no information (oh, and a comment about needing to jump back in time in case she fails because no one has faith in Marinette - we’ll get there - or Ladybug apparently) and an insane Chat Noir who wants her miraculous despite knowing that Miraculous Ladybug already fixes everything once the akuma is dealt with, meaning he can then worry about his comatose mother and the wish (y’know, the wish that Ladybug told him wouldn’t work as he wants right before she died, not that I expect him to listen to her anymore), but no, he’s insane because that’s boring and ensures that he doesn’t think about the obvious solution or the fact that another Ladybug probably isn’t going to come back if he kills this one too.

Like, just saying; if it’s the akuma making his personality that way where he wants the miraculouses that badly (which is dumb since he’s already seen that his destructive powers destroy the miraculous too, yet he’s still mindlessly trying to kill Ladybug because drama), then my question is how his love for Ladybug doesn’t override that when he already killed her and thought there was no coming back until this other Ladybug showed up (and also the fact that her kiss was the thing that distracted him long enough for her to snatch the bell, so her love worked eventually anyway but come on). Either he’s crazy because of the akuma or he’s crazy because of being alone, and neither are all that interesting because, again, the akuma being purified can still get the result he wants. Threatening to kill Ladybug if she doesn’t hand over the miraculouses won’t solve anything and his chances are better when he’s not akumatized.

And here’s the thing: I’m honestly in favor of episodes that explore the what-ifs, but not in this way; not with Bunnyx and time travel and needing to “save the future” or whatever. If it has to involve this “Bad End” scenario where there’s no other way out except for another Ladybug to swoop in and save the day, then that’s fine, but it has to roll with the needed care and limitations that come with that and also forward the plot and make it matter if everything else is just going to be scrubbed away in the end. I mean, the lesson “hey, Marinette, don’t let Adrien know your identity” (yes, we’ll talk about the “real” lesson later) is bafflingly pointless being taught to someone who already took secret identities very seriously and literally had an episode in the same season that showed the leaps and bounds she took to protect that identity.

Oh, and speaking of Adrien knowing her identity–

[Identity Politics]

Uggggggggggggggggggh, Adrien, why does it always seem to come to you.

So now we’re at the big start of all this chaos: Adrien determining that Marinette is Ladybug and then proceeding to go after her romantically.

I should preface this by saying that, no, I don’t wholly blame Adrien for wanting to pursue Marinette romantically. He’s a teenager and I legitimately believe that he thinks that he loves Marinette now and has always loved her and blah blah blah whatever. Adrien sometimes has this habit of rationalizing out his own thoughts with himself to make them seem more reasonable, and I imagine that’s what’s happening here.

…What I do blame him for, however, is not telling Marinette that he knows her identity and casually shrugging the notion off as if everything’s going to be okay. I mean, we all knew that Chat had always wanted to do an identity reveal (basically from all the way back in “Lady Wifi”), but we didn’t know that Chat would just not tell Ladybug if he found out without her knowledge. It’d be one thing if Adrien felt guilty about it (i.e: not wanting her to potentially get in trouble and wanting to stay as Chat because that’s his freedom), but instead, he just mentions it to Plagg once and it’s never heard from again until he’s forced to transform in front of Marinette.

Because we don’t see how Ladybug and Chat’s relationship is changed, we as an audience have no idea if Adrien even regrets that decision at all. Even after Chat uses Cataclysm on the butterfly, he doesn’t apologize at all even though this mess could’ve been prevented had Marinette been able to tell him about what Gabriel was doing by transforming into Ladybug and explaining it to him while he’s Chat.

There’s also the fact that Adrien comes to this “Marinette = Ladybug” conclusion basically out of nowhere. Ladybug may’ve delivered the gift to him and it has Marinette’s name signed onto it (which Plagg even suggests himself as a perfectly reasonable argument), but Adrien has no proof that Ladybug signed it herself (could’ve been fixed if Adrien had something with Ladybug’s signature on it and noted that the style was the same), and the on-screen examples we’re given (”Evillustrator,” “Frightningale,” and “Glaciator”) don’t show that Ladybug had any feelings for Adrien specifically; the latter just showed that she had feelings for a boy.

Adrien isn’t even coming to this conclusion because he saw Marinette running away with the gift earlier (i.e: to transform) since he doesn’t remember seeing her later in the episode when Ladybug lies and says that she’s delivering it for someone else. He didn’t even point out that it was odd that Marinette had the gift in the first place, meaning that scene was entirely pointless.

It’s not that Adrien blindly hoping for things isn’t part of his character (he’s been hoping for Ladybug’s love from the beginning), but to suddenly go off on this without a thought while Plagg is reminding him what the risk is here…. s’dumb. Plagg is clearly concerned about it but decides not to go to Fu and just let Adrien do whatever he wants despite the gamble Adrien’s taking.

I also don’t know whose idea it was to think it’s okay to have production codes dictate episode order when “Kwamibuster” is before “Chat Blanc.” “Kwamibuster” is such an easy thing for Plagg to bring up here and it’s not even mentioned. 

And while we’re on the subject anyway, I might as well point out that Adrien isn’t just going after Marinette because she’s Ladybug. No, that’s not enough for him, because we saw in “Kwamibuster” that Adrien had basically no reaction to the scenario of Marinette being Ladybug.

The difference here is that Marinette’s gift is covered in hearts - a declaration of love - and that’s when Adrien makes the big jump.

It’s not, “Wow, my lady is Marinette and that’s awesome because they’re both amazing girls and I love them both,” it’s, “WOW, my lady is in love with me (and she’s Marinette too, I guess), I better jump on that.”

(Because Adrien coming up with similar traits they have that makes them the same would’ve been actually sweet instead of him conjuring up a fantasy just because it’s convenient for him.)

Ladybug being Marinette was irrelevant; it was Ladybug (who happened to be Marinette) being in love with Adrien that gave Adrien the encouragement he needed to pursue Marinette.

It’s even technically supported by the fact that Adrien doesn’t go to Fu. If Adrien realizes that Marinette is Ladybug, then that’s it; he doesn’t need her to be Ladybug anymore, and it’s not like he can date her as Chat anyway. Adrien might still want to be Chat Noir, but since the episode focuses so heavily on the Adrienette stuff, I literally don’t know why he’s bothering risking this stuff. Ladybug has even expressed distaste before concerning balancing her hero life, so maybe he’d think she’d want to be away from it (not that I would expect Adrien to remember that but stick with me here).

This is also supported by episodes like “The Puppeteer 2″ and “Ladybug,” where Chat is quick to flip as soon as Ladybug goes in for a kiss or confesses her love to him.

He doesn’t want Ladybug; he wants Ladybug’s love.

And as for how that affects Marinette herself…

[Marifret]

You know…

YOU KNOW–

Every time I think that this season is out of ideas for tormenting Marinette, it just comes up with another. It starts to feel like the writers just have assorted “how to torment Marinette” ideas that they have stored in a little box at the office that they’re constantly plucking out and then dumping into random episodes whenever they feel like it.

Marinette is the only one who gets anything out of this episode because she’s the only one who remembers the important stuff from it, and it’s not even anything good.

Not only did Marinette not need to concern herself with learning more about how important it is to keep her identity a secret, but the Lucky Charm gave her an eraser, explicitly to erase her name on the gift.

Because Ladybug didn’t need to erase her name. She could’ve either gone back further in time and not let her other self get wrapped up in exploring Adrien’s room (the Lucky Charm could’ve been lipstick to hint to Ladybug that she should distract Chat with an almost-kiss to get his akuma, and then Ladybug could’ve still gone through similar motions to realize that Adrien saw her past self leaving his room), or simply told Adrien that Marinette couldn’t get past Nathalie, so she was asked to deliver it instead.

But no. Instead, Lucky Charm explicitly gives her an eraser as if to say, “this is all your fault and erasing your name off your gift will fix everything.”

Even Bunnyx, in the midst of watching the flashbacks, asks, “What did you do, Marinette?!” which just immediately sets up the entire narrative as being Marinette’s fault.

Not Adrien’s fault because he kept everything a secret and presumed that Ladybug was Marinette despite having no visual proof of that.

Not Plagg’s fault for not going to Fu about it.

Not Hawk Moth’s fault for beating up his son and trying to akumatize him.

It’s all on Marinette. All of it.

All because she wanted to confess to a boy that she liked and lingered a little too long in his room.

So all the hard work Marinette put into the hat she made for Adrien doesn’t even matter, just like the scarf she made all the way back in “Bubbler.” It’s just another wasted effort on Marinette’s part.

Even in the parallel universe, she doesn’t get any time to process her thoughts. After Adrien confesses, the next scene with the parallel-Adrienette is the montage, with Marinette being completely unaware that Adrien confessed to her because she was Ladybug.

On an unrelated note since I’m talking about the montage anyway, this episode gives Kagami the dignity of a simple name drop only to then put Luka right in the background as Adrien and Marinette slow dance together. Like, writers, COME ON, show him some actual RESPECT.

There’s also the fact that Chat “I’d recognize my lady in an instant except for all those times I didn’t” Noir has already rejected Marinette in “Weredad,” and I mean firmly rejected, with no doubt as to how little he feels towards Marinette and how much he feels towards Ladybug. We’ve had the “just a friend” gag for three whole seasons now and then “Chat Blanc” comes along to have Marinette believe that Adrien is in love with her.

And when Chat reveals that he already knew she was Ladybug, again, no contemplation on Marinette’s part. She gets seconds to think about it before just collapsing into Chat’s arms because the episode gives her no time because that’s not important to the episode itself. Marinette (presumably) doesn’t even get to know that Adrien only wanted to confess to her upon realizing that she’s Ladybug.

Then we have this repeated problem where we don’t know the time frame. Did Marinette want to go to Fu? Did Chat convince her not to, and if so, why? What’s Tikki’s view in all of this and how was she convinced to let the subject go? Did Hawk Moth show up almost immediately, so Marinette’s only had time to leave and transform for what she thought could be the final battle, meaning that it wouldn’t be necessary to go to Fu?

We have no idea. The only things the episode makes time for concerning Marinette/Ladybug (in addition to a dumb joke about birthday presents that were definitely not crucial to the plot) are her being excited to be in Adrien’s room, her looking like a fool in front of Adrien as she lies, Chat Blanc yelling at her about how tHEiR loVe caused everyone in Paris to die, and her getting berated after feeling self-conscious for not delivering Adren’s gift.

Oh, and just BY THE WAY, going back to the beginning of the episode since I brought it up, can we just not with Marinette’s friends PLACING BETS on whether or not Marinette is going to confess to Adrien? Can we just not with them making a game out of Marinette’s anxiety and self-esteem issues concerning whether or not Adrien will love her?

It’s already bad enough that we get jokes and gags about the universe itself being against her, but now with have this.

This… horrible, horrible thing.

Oh, and of course, the moment where we see Rose finally go off on someone, looking absolutely enraged while doing so, it’s Marinette she’s going off at and almost physically hurting when she nearly slammed the lid of the basket down on Marinette’s wrist.

Not because Marinette self-deprecated and Rose is actually just “angrily” shouting about how amazing she is and how Adrien would be a fool to reject her feelings.

Not because Rose has been given some “tough love” advice beforehand and thinks that it’ll be best for Marinette, only to feel really bad about it afterward even if it worked.

No, it’s because… Rose lost her favorite stuffed animal in the bet and she’s mad about it. That’s it. She’s taking it out on Marinette for something she did.

And no, I don’t believe for one second that the stuffed animal had nothing to do with it; it had everything to do with it. I mean, come on, the fact that the day Rose went off just happened to be the day she lost her stuffed animal in a bet?

I totally acknowledge that it’s probably yet another joke berating Marinette for the hesitance that she apparently has to have, but one, it’s a waste of time that could’ve been spent elsewhere, and two, maybe the episode shouldn’t be fitting in its jokes and gags in something that’s supposed to be taken seriously. It’s not “Party Crasher” levels of tone whiplash but it’s still annoying to see Paris destroyed and then have Chat Blanc follow up with a Kamehameha Cataclysm.

And this is even ignoring the fact that Alix is extremely smug about it and happily takes Rose’s favorite stuffed animal, not at all ashamed that she was so confidently doubtful of someone who’s supposed to be her friend as long as she was right in the end.

Also doubly ignoring the fact that Marinette’s friends have had a history of behaving terribly concerning Marinette’s crush on Adrien (of which I have repeatedly documented) and they never once think for a second that it might be their fault that Marinette is not progressing at all, instead putting all the blame on her.

Oh, oh, and by the end of the episode (you know, since the writers sat down at their desks and thought to themselves, “this isn’t enough”), because Marinette was forced to erase her name from the gift, she doesn’t get the satisfaction of going up to her friends to at least say that she actually gave it to Adrien. She had to make up an excuse, inevitably damaging their view of her further.

It’s just… sad. Marinette goes through a ton in this episode from being nevous about confessing to the boy she likes, being yelled at by one of her friends, being thrown into a future with an insane Chat Noir who wants to kill her and take her miraculous, and then being told by her own Lucky Charm that the way to fix everything is to erase her name off her own work because Chat is going to get akumatized and everyone (including her) are going to die if she doesn’t.

And, on top of all of that, Tikki still has to sneak in a line that scolds Marinette for using her miraculous for personal gain, despite the fact that Marinette is literally just delivering a gift to someone. We’re back to this “Catalyst” nonsense once more because Marinette is never allowed to be selfish.

Implying that, again, all of this is Marinette’s fault because she wanted to use her miraculous for a couple minutes for something non-hero related.

You know, the power that she uses to protect all of Paris, that was thrust upon her and she certainly never asked for.

The power that she has repeatedly used with a perfect record, even when her partner was taken down.

The power that forces the weight of Paris on her shoulders and the knowledge that, if she fails, Hawk Moth wins and it’s over.

Yet, she’s never allowed to use it for herself or everyone dies apparently.

This is despite the fact that, when it was Adrien’s turn to use his power selfishly to set up a date for Ladybug, he not only got an apology from Ladybug for it, but he got double sympathy from Ladybug and Marinette, even getting Ladybug to blush by the end of it.

Oh, and he gets rewarded at the end of “Chat Blanc” too as Ladybug lays her head on his shoulder, despite his impulsiveness being partly/mostly the cause of everything.

Because that’s totally fair.

…This episode is a wreck. The entire thing is just a complete and total wreck.

Just another thing to add onto the list of reasons for Marinette to have a realistic and inevitable nervous breakdown, I guess.

*sigh*

[antpelts]

multiples of 1 for the wc asks :]

;;;; jgfdlkgjdl puts this under a cut bc itll be so long but,, ty

1. what color is scourge’s collar?

i think like.. idk i never really cared too much but my brain always went to red or purple i wasnt picky tho fkgkdfklgj

2. top 5 the prophecies begin characters

oh.. okay like.. im not gonna go thru everything otherwise i probably wouldnt be able to pick but! these also arent in order

1. bluestar absolutely.. god i love her sm;; ive already rambled about her to you but she makes me fucking ache sm 2. brackenfur/thornclaw gonna put these boys together here because like i liked both of them for.. almost no reason? FDGDFGDF idk!! i think i liked thornclaw just a bit more but.. my boys!! 3. cinderpelt ... no explanation required <3 no just.. yeah ;_; i cry over her so much just.. like.. the tragedy to like her accepting and loving herself and becoming an amazing med cat and and ;;;;;;;;; i love her 4. tallstar and crookedstar..... leaders of my two fav clans.... need i say more <3 (ive also told you about these two and why i like them ;; both their books made me cry) 5. barley and ravenpaw ...... yeah ;_; <3

special mention for littlecloud and runningnose.. i loved them-- OKAY I NEED TO STOP IM AT WAY MORE THAN FIVE

3. should hollyleaf have had a power?

i say no!! the fucking.. tragedy of it all.. like its been a while since i read but fuck dude the like.. feelings of uselessness that must come with that but like shes a fucking complete cat either way and when she comes back and fucking sAVES IVYPOOL OH IM MAKING MYSELF TEAR UP shes AMAZING and did not need a power

4. millie or silverstream?

both! ;_; they dont need to fight. tho i think i did like silverstream more at first i dont think i ever hated millie like others

5. favorite forbidden romance

oh god lmao gonna only go with canon stuff [side eyes moth/leaf] buttttttt i mean ;; bluestar and oakheart ;; itll always make me ache yknow.. -- WAIT CAN I ADD CLOUDTAIL AND BRIGHTHEART TO FAV CATS TOO ILL CRY OVER THEM SOBS... -- uhhhhhh i never super liked leaf/crow just.. shrugs. ig it wasnt forbidden but stormfur staying with the tribe for brooke.. ;;;;;;; and to stay where feathertail died.. GOD ;_; yeah.. idk does tall/jake count ;;;

6. favorite sss warriors design

tbh i didnt really watch sss warriors but we love a nice just.. orange boy firestar :3

7. realistic or sparkle designs for roleplay?

its about balance........ ive had both! i liked leaning towards realistic but to this day id say i fall between like.. not realistic wrt genetics but making designs that Seem plausible at least

8. first deviantart username

oh god i dont remember prolly something like.. with mossmask in it

9. favorite crack ship (ex. revengeshipping)

it.. Was revenge shipping but like i never knew the crack ships klfgjkfdlgj :sob: yeah tgat was the only one i like ever saw so

10. describe your first warriors oc

technically.. jaymoss who i dont remember much? gray tabby? very quickly was revamped into/replaced by mossmask who to this day is who i consider my first oc and sona.. theyre a calico :3

11. favorite amv prior to 2014?

oh god ill have to look.. hm okay so.. bones shatter was a fucking CLASSIC i loved it okay.. so off the top of my head here we go.. the one firegray one of course and bonus this firegray one too klfdgjdklfg AND I LOVED THIS ONE FUCKING ASHFUR FAIRYTALE i wanted to have art like that for a few months i tried to emulate it lkjgldkfgj and god i loved duckfeatherz stuff.. the why did you change one... AND THE SWIFT AND BRIGHT ONE FDGJDFLGK FUCKING [SCREAMING CAT] GOD I LOVED IT.. ;;;;; fuckin.. god.. they ..... ;; [IM WATCHING IT RN FUCKING THEY AND NOSTALGIA ILL CRY] okay okay fucking of course obligatory [what if ashfur wanted to break] of course god 9 year old me loved it.. kfdjgkdfg OH AND THIS ONE BROUGHT BACK SO MANY MEMORIES IMMEDIATELY.. SCOURGES FLAWED DESIGN YES KDLSFJSDKL and god.. ashfurs hurt.. i watched this so much the voice acting in amvs god yes... I STILL THINK OF THIS SONG AT RANDOM EVEN THO I NEVER LISTENED TO IT OUTSIDE OF THIS VIDEO!!!! THE FUCKING LKJFLKFJGDLKG !!!!!!! AHHHHHH fucKING AHH [HELP ME HELP YOU] [IT HURTS WHEN UR LONELY AND IM STANDING RIGHT BESIDE YOU AND IT HURT WHEN YOU TOLD M--] [ITS JUST A MATTER OF HOW MUCH U LET IT SLIDE!!!!!!!!] [HOPE U NEVER HURT HOPE YA NEVER CR--] GHFGHFG GOD ;;;; like i hate ashfur being a bitch but i loveddddd this amv :sob: also.. leafpool is sober of crowfeather i ;;; this song gets me to this day also i viscerally remember the voice acting god kljfg i loved this one so much.. i still think of tigerclaw is not one of thunderclan sometimes too klfjgdfg and,, okay

i hate to pick a favorite but i feel like this one changed the trajectory of Me...... like ive always loved the song but this amv cemented it as like one of my songs of all time and i loved the designs and video and... literally i love this one so.... of course... ashfur - mr brightside.. my fucking BELOVED

12. is brambleclaw a good main character?

i read the books like so young i hear he got shittier? like.. i liked him when i was like.. 10-13 reading the books i liked all the journey cats tbh so

13. rank the clans (excluding skyclan, including bloodclan)

windlcan/riverclan shadowclan thunderclan bloodclan

in my opinion <3

14. dovewing or ivypool?

i like.. liked ivypool a lot.. maybe related to her <3 but.. i like them both a lot up to where i read at Least

15. daisy: yay or nay?

i liked her!

16. did you ever use fanart as your pc wallpaper?

yes. including my own <3

17. what would your warrior name be and what clan would you belong to?

mossmask <3 of course <3 [rolling eyes] half clan river and windclan kljgdfklgj yeah.. could never pick.. honestly i mean.. shadowclan grew on me recently but in my mind.. mixed clan and it goes between whether moss would be wind or river

18. favorite medicine cat? (cutoff being oots)

ughhhh idk i liked a lot of em ;; runningnose cinderpelt brambleberry yellowfang.... thats without looking it up so <3

19. did you name/want to name a pet after a character?

i wanted to! never did.. still might name a cat moss in honor of mossmask

20. swiftpaw, gorsepaw, or shrewpaw?

swiftpaw.. like i dont remember the other two as much in my mind and swiftpaw really got to me as a kid ;;

[boom-boom-boyx2]

Kaminari Denki X Todoroki Shoto

Fandom : bnha; my hero academia; boku no hero acadamia

“Hey....is everything alright? I don’t mean to bother you just..you seem upset.” The multicolored boy sat down next to the fake confused blonde. “Huh? Todoroki what are you doing here? Hehe- I’m fine! You should, uh... you should get back to your friends!...” the now safer looking blonde tried looking away before he was pulled into a very hesitant, but caring hug. “Uh!” He gave off a whole to the one he called Todoroki causing him to look up at the other with a worried face, “are- are you alright? Did.. did I over step my boundaries? Do you want me-“ as Todoroki was weakening the hug The blonde pulled him closer, “no.....please don’t go..” the blonde barriered his face into the others chest and went silent for a moment. “..Kaminari- do you..uh.. if you wanna talk you can..I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” Todoroki stoped and waited for the other to respond, “hmm~” Kaminari sighed in the boys chest then raised his head, “I’m sure you are....” his eyes looked droopy, he looked exhausted and like he was holding something back.., “Denki...please, talk to me.” Todoroki looked Kaminari in the eyes when he said it this time, “oh.....o-okay..” Kaminari DONT want to- no. He couldn’t look him in they eyes when he said it... he had moved down to laying his head on Todoroki’s lap, “shoto, I’m having a hard time.” He paused and switched sides from his left to his right, “it’s hard for me to- to..” he stoped before he began to cry, “why is it s-so ha-hard t-to un-under-underst-stand thing-s.... I don’t understand it! I don’t get how I got into this class- you guys are way smarter than me and and an-“ the crying blonde was cut off by the others soft humming and fingers against his hair, “wh-what are yo-u doming...” he sniffled, the other paused before speaking again, “...is this ..helping? My mother used to do this to help calm me while I cried...I don’t mean to-“ the blonde forced out a soft giggle, “hehe, todo- that’s so cute...” he doesn’t move and they both lay there in silence for another short moment till the blonde spoke again. “Todoroki?” Before he could answer the other kept going, “how do you do it? How do you...how do you understand everything, how do you get all the information the teachers tell you, like- how do you remember it long enough for the test..?..” the multicolored boy could feel the others cold tears along his left leg, he was silent though. They both were. He didn’t respond just kept humming, “how come I don’t have control of my quirk? Why can’t I be as cool as you? Why do I have to be weak- why do I have to be stupid- it’s not fair! You guys are so much better than me..” Kaminari soobbed and Todoroki stoped, Todoroki stop humming, he stoped touching his hair, he stoped thinking, he stoped breathing. All he could think about was how wrong Kaminari was, how stupid* he was for not getting that he himself was amazing. “B-but, the worst part about it all...the worst part about it all was that even Aizawa Sensei thinks I’m useless, I’m just a pho-“ Todoroki thought of a way to shut the boy up before he could say any more lies, any more things that would be so in-true it would hurt both parties, “hm!” Denki shocked Shoto’s moth in well, shock. Once Todoroki realized what he did he let go of the others face, he tried to back away but ended up just hitting his head on the wall he was rested against, “I- uh..” Kaminari sat up and whipped the tears off his face, “I’m sor-“ Shoto was caught off by Kaminari this time. Denki kissed him passionately, it surprised Todoroki so much he ended up hitting his head again, “ouch..” when Denki had backed away from Shoto he he gave him a worried look.

“are- are you alright?” “I’m fine...” “Kaminari...” denki realized what he had just done, “OHMYGODIMSOSORRYTODOROKIWAITPLEASEAREYOUOKAYNONONONO IM SO SORRY! please don’t leave me- I don’t think I could loose you after what I just said I need you please-“ Kaminari was cut off by another kiss, “it uh.. it seemed to work last time..” Todoroki paused again before speaking, “ Denki Kaminari. You are an excellent student, I mean you made It into one of the most difficult schools in Japan, your in the top class, aND a second year... your quirk is beautiful, and you mean so much more to people than-what do u say?...oh! A charging station... your friends love you,” “yeah sur-“ “, and well, I Love You... Kaminari. Your so strong. And if I’m right, I’m pretty sure you might have this thing called ADHD..” Kaminari froze once he had said the I Love You part but when he said ADHD he caught his attention, “wait, what’s ADHD?” “Hmm, well it’s an attention Dissorder, you have trouble staying focused and you....wait you have anxiety right?” “Uh-uhm..yeah- I think I do at least...wait, how did you* even know what ADHD is do you? Like uhm ya’know.. have it?” Todoroki paused and sighed before answering, “my brother, Nastuo, has ADHD we got him tested and he takes medication, it’s very effective- and it’s not that expensive...” Denki had looked up at his...friend... and smiled weakly. “Kaminari, would you like to go to sleep?” “..yes please...” “would you.. would you like me to stay here..?” “Hmm, yes please...your keeping me warm..” Denki was obviously trying to lighten the mood.

Around 10pm

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Mina has intered the chat

Sero has intered the chat

Kirshima has intered the chat

Jirou has intered the chat

💬

Yo, did u guys see kamiBro after class today?

Nah- I kinda thought he was with you, I was gonna ask if he wanted to play games but his door was shut...

Oh fuck! Guyyysssss I thought he was with u guys! Damn it- he looked rlly sad at practice today Jirou Babez! U seen anything??

Well-

Did you say FUCKING lost pikachuu.

...shit-

Oh! H eh Bakugou! Aren’t u in bed around 8;30!?

Hey*

Did. You. Say. You. Lost. Kaminari. When. He’s. Upset.

Uh.....

Shit Kirshima!

Ahahahaha- no.....

I swear to fucking god, if he does something fucking stupid I’m going to kill all of you.

Wait what!? Was he planning on doing something stupid!?

Hold up! Bakugou!? Do u know something we didn’t!?

Be quiet. And check his room, I’m coming I’ll be a second I have to put a shirt on.

WAIT GUYS! CALM DOWN! He’s fine!! I swear!

WHAT!? JIROU WHATS GOING ON!?

HUAH!?

NONONONO

He’s okay

ISTG

HES DINE!

TODOROKIS IN YNERE

There**

Their finneneeds

Leave em’ be!

I-

Wait whAT!?

HALF an’ HALF IS WITN ONE OF MY DUMBASSES!?!?

Ohohohohoooo- calm down bakuBro! At least kami is okay! :)

Yeah...

Tch, he better be- I already put on a shirt and idc if he was his boyfriend over or not I’m going in.

Wait!

Let’s noT!

Why? They having sex!?

Uhm- idk, I kept hearing hits on the wall earlier...

Wtf!?

I DONT GIVE A DUCK

Shit! BAKUGOU WAIT FOR ME!!

SAMMMEEEEE

No! 😀🤚🏼

hakskdndkdbkdbf ur all dumbasses I’m climb with u

👁👄👁 thats not how that works Sero- I-

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“DAMN IT KAMINARI! WAKE UR ASS UP!” ‘BOOM’ the door snapped open which quickly alerted the previous 2 from peacefully sleeping. “WHAT THE FU-“ “....ah, it’s just Bakugou...” the half of the door frame that Bakugou had his foot in was completely frozen and covered in ice, “DAMN YOU ICY HOT!?” “Please quiet down Bakugou, my boyfriend and I were trying to sleep.” He sighed and looked down at a blushing Kaminari, “ah, are you alright?” “I-I’m fine....didn’t know we were dating yet....but that’s cool...” Kaminari buried his chest into Todoroki’s once again, “now, what did you guys need?” Mina, Sero and Kirshima were all frozen with surprise and unexpectedness while Bakugou was physically frozen. “NO. WAY.” Mina shouted and basically flew three Kaminari s door to the couch, careful not to jump onto either of the two. “I CAN’T BELEIVE UOU NEVER TOLD US KAMI~ YOU HAVE A BOYFRIENDDDDDDD!!”

After they continued to scream and what not all TJE fangirling got cut off my well, more fan girls, “what’s with all the rucku-” ochaco had stoped in her tracks and gasped so hard todoroki was pretty sure she stoped breathing, “TODOROKI YOU DID IT! OMG FINALLY WAIT OMG I HAVE TO GST DEKU AND TSU AND IIDA AND MOMO AND AND-” she ran down the hallway shouting causing everyone to wake up, “wait...y-you liked me!?” Denki looked shocked and lost all while his face slowly steamed up, “ah, well yes, I figured you knew..” Todoroki looked at him blankly with the slightest bit of blush on his cheeks. “N-no, how would I know...” Todoroki pulled the blonde up for another kiss, then kissed his nose, “well, I figured when I did that you got the hint...” Todoroki chuckled softly before realizing he broke his boyfriend, “I-...” “wait-..” “hold up” “WHAT THE DUCK ICY-HOT HET A ROOM!” Todoroki turned around and looked at Bakugou in the eyes, “we did, then you broke the door.” The other responded with his signature ‘Tch’ before turning around “alright fuckers I’m going to bed- don’t fuck around to much and keep the damn noise down.” He walked off back to his dorm.

“Ah” they both sighed in relief when every one finally left them alone to go back to sleep, it had been a long day for Kaminari and Todoroki just wanted to cuddle his now, boyfriend in quiet but with everyone smuthering them they both felt to uncomfortable to cuddle up that close. “T-Todoroki?” Todoroki looked up to the blonde sitting next to him, “hmm?” “Do you- I mean like are we....are we togethe—r??” His voice cracked as he looked down back at his lap, “Kaminari... do you want us, to be? Uhm, together that is..” Todoroki sat up straight and turned his body toward the blonde, he saw the blondes whole face and got a bit worried, “Denki...are you alright??” He put his hand on his forehead, “ah!” Kaminari flinched and let out a tiny scratched scream. Kaminari looked up at the boy infront of him, the one that always knew what was wrong, and always knew just want to say even if he didn’t think he did, the one who was so beautiful and peaceful all the time, this boy, this boy who he has had a crush on since first year of high school. The boy who just asked him if they were together...

“Yes.” After a few minutes of silence, where Todoroki worried he had said something wrong, and What he could do to fix it had looked up at the sudden sound within the quiet room. “Yes, uh, we are together, I mean- I like you, that’s what I’m trying to say....” he paused and sighed, “damn, I feel like I’ve been holding that in forever, like some kind of stupid secret that I locked up in my mind. Not letting anyone see it, in case you where in love with someone else, I didn’t want to ruin that, I didn’t want to ruin your* love life, what could be your most amazing life with my stupid confession... it feels nice to finally have it out in the open, to know that you don’t hate me..” Todoroki was shocked....

[wolfs-hunt1]

Power hungry (04/04)

Summary: When your coven sisters find a way to keep using your powers and keep your life they try anything in the books to get it, even if it means killing someone else in the process. But something happens unexpectedly, he happened so unexpectedly, Chase Collins. Would you be willing to go along with him to have some happiness or will you just do what you are told by your sisters?

Pairings: Chase Collins x reader

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Masterlist

Part 3

Not beta-read, so sorry for any mistake you encounter.

Good readings!

obs: gif not mine

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It’s early morning when Morgan returns to your room, she seems to be pissed at something, you just hoped it wasn’t at you still.

“What happened?” you ask, getting up from the chair near your windowsill.

“What happened?! Your dear Chase is also a son of Ipswich, and worse he’s also after Caleb’s powers!” Chase, a son of Ipswich? Then that meant… that he used you and your information about Morgans’ plan. When he said he would help you, he meant help himself!

“I need to get to Caleb before Chase does. And I know just how to.” you look suspiciously at her. What was she planning on doing? “Edith will stay here with you. I can’t have your sweetheart messing with my plans.”

The day goes on, the crackling energy of what’s to come heavy in the air, making the hairs in the back of your head stand out, chills running down your back. Edith chats with you to kill the silence. Apparently Kate had been rushed to the hospital the night before, and when Poge tried to go to her, had an accident. Edith said Chase had caused it, and that he might have been the one to case all the darklings to hunt the guys. He was in on it since the very beginning.

“What is Morgan’s plan this time?”

“I can’t tell you tall (Y/N), you know that. She told me to just make sure he wouldn’t get to us. Or you in this case. Our success depends on it.”

“I’m not going anywhere, he was just using me to get Caleb’s powers and Morgan out of the way.”

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Morgan, Edith and Vera were waiting for a phone call on their hidden alcove on the campus. Morgan had texted Chase a few minutes ago, saying they had something of his, and if he wanted it back they could negotiate. It didn’t take long for her phone to ring, Chase’s name displayed on the screen.

“Yes?” she sings out sweetly.

“Drop your pretenses little viper. Were’s (Y/N)?”

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to a girl? I would take a lighter tone, after all, her life is on my hands for as long as I want to.” Chase sighs on the other end and seems to relent.

“What do you want in return?”

“Let’s talk business then. You are after Colin’s power, but so am I, and if you wanna see her ever again, you’ll help me get them to myself.” she’s twirling a piece of hair between her fingers, confidence dripping out of every pore.

“And if I don’t? What if I get his powers just to myself and come after you? What then?”

“If you ever do that and lay a finger on me, say goodbye to her. I will not hesitate to kill her.” there’s a long pause on his end, so long Morgan starts to worry he had hanged up on she hears him again.

“Fine, as you will it. Meet me at the Putnam barn tonight.” she hangs up the fone and after a few seconds, a grin spreads across her painted lips.

“I told you, girls, he would crack if we threatened (Y/N).”

“But… We aren’t really going to hurt (Y/N) right?” Vera asks unsure of Morgans’ real intentions. Since she had found that mention in an old moth-eaten book about stealing someone’s powers, she had been behaving more aggressively towards them all. So knowing if she would really hurt one of her coven sisters was important.

“Vera! I’m hurt you even thought that. I would never, and that’s why I asked Edith to stay with (Y/N). Chase is crafty, I can’t have him taking her from us and hurting her. He clearly put a spell on her so she would fall for him. We need to help her snap out of it.”

“Why would Tyler warn us about Chase thought?” Gwen asks.

“I guess that even with all our fights they don’t exactly want us getting hurt. Besides he’s mostly like (Y/N) if he can stay out of it he will.” Vera answers, some color blossoming on to her cheeks.

“It’s him isn’t it, the mysterious boy you’ve been sneaking out whit!” Gwen sais this in an accusatory tone, but giggles right after. “You two are cute together.” Vera looks down in embarrassment, and then slowly up to look at Morgan.

“You aren’t mad, right?”

“Honestly I still hate their guts. But we would all be in danger if it wasn’t for him so I’ll tolerate it. Although with what we will be doing I don’t know if he’ll want to be with you again. You aren’t chickening out from our plan, right?”

Vera looks down, thinking about what to do, but Morgan doesn’t let her much time for thinking.

“Fine, I’ll go there myself, you go to the dance with your sweetheart. And you can go back to your sister. I’ll be just fine on my own.” she storms out, not letting any of the two talk her out of it.

‘If I want anything done I gotta do it myself’ she grumbles to herself, while walking to her car and driving away. Once she got home her mother presented her with a pink cake and a hug.

“Almost time, just a few more minutes and you’ll be 18.” she says proudly.

“Just a few more minutes and I’ll ascend.”

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“(Y/N), are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?” Edith asks unsure of leaving you and defying Morgan.

“You promised Jason you would go with him to the dance, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine here on my own. And I promise no to tell Morgan about it. She won’t need to know.” at this Edith nods and moves to hug you before leaving the room to go to the dance. You turn around to go and lay down on the bed when the appearance of Chase right in front of you makes you scream until he puts his hand in front of your mouth and makes your back hit the wall.

“Shhh. No need to scream baby, I won’t hurt you.” he tries to kiss you, but you push him, and move away from the wall.

“What are you doing here?” you cross both of your arms over your chest, “I don’t ever want to see your manipulative face ever again. Go. Go!”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I know you’ve been using me just to get to know Morgans plans for Caleb, and I’m done! All that talk of being myself and not follow every order of others, you were just trying to make me trust so so I would tell you what she was planing.”

“What? No, baby, no that’s not it. Yes, I knew from the beginning you girls were like us, but I never tried to manipulate you. Ever. I didn’t plan on it, but I fell for you, hard, and so I tried to get every bit of your attention I could get. The fact you told me Morgan was also planning on taking Caleb’s powers was coincident, I never manipulated you into telling me that. In fact, she’s the one manipulating me now, she’s making me help her get Caleb’s powers or she said she’d hurt you. I only came here to take you so that nothing would happen to you, I couldn’t forgive myself if I ever let anything happen to you.” you were stunned speechless. He hadn’t used you, but you were being used against him by Morgan.

They were both after Caleb’s powers. They were addicted to it and wanted more and more to satiate their cravings. They were power hungry, and that made them irrational sometimes. Morgan didn’t care for consequences to her or your coven to get the power, and Chace, he had literally sent Katy and Poge to the hospital.

“Come with me, let me protect you, let’s be free together, with no one to tell us what to do, we make our own rules.” he extends his hand at you, looking at you expectantly waiting for an answer. When you don’t answer him or make to move he retreats his hand. “It’s ok I’ll let you think about it. I’ll be at Putnam’s barn tonight where it all ends for Chase, one way or another. I’ll wait for you until sunrise, if you don’t show up I’ll have my answer, and I’ll leave.” when you blink next, he’s gone from the spot he was on.

You had your mind racing, and you couldn’t even make out your own thoughts from how fast they were going. There was too much information. Too much at risk. Leave with him, or stay with your coven. Your head was starting to hurt, so you move to lay down on the plush cover of your bed. You looked at your clock, it read 10:17pm, you had to make a decision, without a car it was still a long walk to the barn. IF you did decide to go with him that is.

You sigh heavily after a few minutes. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to Chase, and he did make you feel like on top of the world. And you would also be able to call up your friends whenever not having to abandon the coven at all. Besides, it would happen sooner or later, you’ve all started looking into universities, and not all of you were going for the same. Just a matter of time.

Making up your mind you grab your jacket and leave the room, making your way through the corridors to the frigid night air. You hasten your pace, a few drops of rain splashing on your cheeks. You are almost to the barn when you hear a low crash and look up just in time to see a body being flung out of the broken window, crashing to the ground unceremoniously and staying down. You are getting closer when you hear Chase and see in getting out of the barn.

“Just say the words. Say the words, and it’s all over.” Chase kneels over Caleb and grabs at his neck, bringing their faces closer “C'mon, say it! Say the words!” the next thing you know Caleb is sending Chase though the air with a kick and getting back up again. Morgan comes out of the barn and throws a blast at Chase.

“You aren’t getting rid of me so easily!” Chase easily deflects it, but you can see Morgan readying another attack.

“Stop this madness all of you!” you scream at them making your presence known. But for the most part, they seem to ignore it, Chace and Caleb continuing to throw blows at each other, one reflected blast landing close to where you were standing before.

“Dont you dare interfere (Y/N), you should have stayed locked in your room!” Morgan screams at you, stopping her attacks for a few seconds to look at you. But your attention is soon diverted to Chase when he goes flying in the air, landing near the barn. You run up to him almost slipping on the muddy ground.

“Chase! Chase are you alright?” he looks at you and grins before getting up and starting to run at Caleb, trowing bore blows his way. Caleb manages to stop one of them when lighting hits him straight in the chest. The bubble on his hands flashes a different color and your eyes widen, while he throws it at Chase.

“NO!” you scream running in the direction of Chase to try and stop the blow, but it was too late, it had fazed trough him, throwing him in your direction and exploding in the air, enveloping the both of you in a sea of red flames. Disappearing as fast as it had appeared.

“(Y/N)? Where are they?” Morgan asks stunned, moving to the place her friend had stood just before she disappeared. She turned to Caleb a vicious look on her face. “You! What did you do to them?!” she runs in his direction, tears mingling with the rain, banging on his chest until her sobs take over.

The fire in the barn was soon put out by the fire department, both Sarah Caleb and Morgan where examing and released after major scratches had been patched up. The sun was rising slowly in the horizon and the rain had more than stoped. A fireman comes closes to you, dirt and aches covering his face.

“We search the entire area, we didn't find anybody.”

“What?” Morgan’s raspy voice lets out.

“How can that be?” asks Sarah. Caleb looks at her before answering.

“I don’t know.” and driving off.

[tohermcon]

LINE WITHOUT A HOOK—chapter 5

Disclaimer: as always; Draco does not belong to me. However Allison and in this story Ethan do belong to me. Also I will not always upload two chapters but I rewatched the half blood prince and it gave me ideas. I really hope you enjoy the story so far.

Wordcount: 1102 words

@rainbcwmoony

The week past slowly and was quite odd. The entire school felt off. But actually it had been feeling off since the start of term. I went to class whenever I had to and did my best to do my homework. It came in lucky that I remembered my mother and her healing abilities so well. It made remembering easy antidotes and healing potions easier. And my father used to be an auror and I remembered a handful of potions that he used, potions that used rather peculiar ingredients. I had listed them all to remember the important herbs and spices.

The day of the trip came along and I wanted to look nice. In a way that i didn’t look usually—fuck I never cared what I looked like. As long as I didn’t show skin. And now all I was doing was going through my trunk again and again to find something actually nice. I found a yellow shirt, and tucked it into my skirt. Trying to make something out of my thick red curls. I ended up with a hair half up half down kind of look. Putting on my mother her old necklace and tucking it under my shirt, as some sort of luck.

We were just going as friends I constantly reminded myself. Just as friends. Nothing more nothing less. I got down to the great hall and grabbed some toast. I walked to the hall eventually, before the entrance and saw Draco. Walking over to him always kind of made me nervous. Especially granted that we were seemingly quite opposites. He was wearing a suit again; and he looked dashing in them. Though arguably he looked a bit more tired than usual. But we all had bad nights didn’t we. I was doubting whether to compliment him or not, but I just went “you look nice” he smiled “so do you, red” “red?” I frowned. He never had used a nickname for me. “Dont like it?” He frowned and I chuckled. “It isn’t that, just..new for me” i said to him. The nickname was rather sweet. Especially coming from him. He gave a nod and held out his hand.

We walked through hogsmaede for a while. And it was quit eerily. The death eaters had attacked some of it earlier. And I noticed how Draco got quite sad.or at least silent. So I took his arm. “Butterbeer at the three broomsticks?” I offered as he nodded. I didn’t especially like butterbeer but it was better than moping around.

We chatted for a while; about everything and nothing. I noticed how comfortable I was with him when I almost shared my deepest secret with him. AndI knew then that that was what I wanted to do; share it with him. Share what happened to me once a moth. Though I knew I couldn’t exactly tell him that I not only was a werewolf but worked against the snatchers. He chatted about things that he had made sometimes. Or how he remembered the most ingredients for a spell. Then his face went dreadfully pale and he looked at me “I am going to the loo” he excused himself. And I frowned.

I waited for quite a while before another Slytherin sat before me “ETHAN!” I said happily. Ethan was my older brother by only a year. A year and 15 days to be exact. I got up and hugged him. He saw the empty cup that had held Draco his coffee. “You were on a date?” “Well no” I said. “Just coffee with a friend. Who has been gone for over half an hour now so I kind of assume he bailed on me” I said disappointedly. Ethan let out an amused chuckle. “Let me guess, you were with Malfoy? I smelled you on his coat the other day.” “You smelled me?” “Aye, how can you hide the smell of cinnamon. You and mom’s magic were alike. Its hard not to remember it.” He explained. He talked with me for another half hour. And even wehn the sting of Draco bailing on me kind of left, I still found it awfully rude.

“I will walk you back to the castle, come on” he said. I walked back to hogwarts with him. My brother looked like my father in his eyes. He also stood a similar way. “How was the last one?” He asked, referring to my scars. He knew of my condition—as he was only 6 when my parents were killed. Just like I had been only five. But he had been with Chris. “Bearable. It looks worse then it is, really.” I said. He gave a nod. We walked into the entrance as I then saw Draco. “Seriously” I muttered and looked towards my brother. “I will meet you soon” I said to him as I then walked to Draco. He looked ill. Had he been sick? Had his coffee been bad? “You could’ve told me you were leaving” I said. I tried to suppress my annoyance and anger. It didn’t seem fair somehow. But I was really annoyed. “I am sorry” Draco said. He said sorry?! It didn’t seem like him and given his face he meant it but also felt odd about it. “I forgive you. But next time give me a heads up when you leave me hanging,” he nodded. As I hugged him. Something about me felt like he was upset. Or even sad. And usually for me at least hugs made it better. I eventually released him and handed him a bag of pretzels. “Red?” “I always bring people something. Accept it” I said with a smile. He smiled; a crooked smile this time. “Thank you.” He said. I smiled back at him and just nodded. ‘You’re welcome” and I hopped off.

When I got to the great hall I suddenly heard the murmurs. ‘Katie Bell got cursed by a necklace’ ‘did you know it was meant for dumbledore’ I tried to listen, but due to the amount of students speaking it kind of became impossible. So I sat down. If a student was cursed it must be enough to inform parents. I really didn’t look forward to another letter filled with worry. I knew this was the first dangerous incidents of very many. And found that idea quite terrifying. I decided to drink my tea and to not think on it too much. In only a period of two weeks I’d be in the woods chasing death eaters, so this didn’t seem that important right now.

[the-curious-butterfly]

Puffy Wuffy Cloud

A short Charlie/Vaggie about Charlie giving Vaggie a pet. Inspired by this post

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Sneaking her way through the hotel lobby, looking quite like a criminal to everyone who saw her but didn't care enough to ask, Charlie giggled sweetly as she thought about the look Vaggie would have on her face when presented with the little bundle of joy she had in her arms.

A bundle of joy that was honestly quite difficult to procure considering most animals tended to be a bit...aggressive. But not Cloud! Cloud was as sweet as they can be. True it wasn't exactly a high bar but the sentiment still stands.

Ducking her way into the elevator, Charlie pressed the button for the penthouse suite her and Vaggie shared together before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Operation 'Surprise Vaggie' is going well so far. I just know she's gonna love you, yes she will, yes she will." The princess of hell cooed to the tiny bundle in her arms when the elevator suddenly dinged and came to a stop.

Once again adapting a stealthy persona (which is about the equivalent of a giraffe trying to cross a busy intersection without being noticed) she made her way over without incident, mainly because there was no one in the hall, to the big double doors of her and Vaggie's home.

With a smile so wide it would be painful to anyone else, she slowly and cautiously brought up a pale and dainty hand then knocked with such a force even the Hulk would be proud of."VAGG-Eeee!!"

Only to get hit in the face with a door and be knocked to the ground.

"ANGEL I SWEAR TO GOD TE VOYA ARRANCARTE LA CABEZA Y DA LO A TU CERDO PARA COMER!! AND I DONT MEAN THE ONE ON YOUR SHOULDERS!!!

Charlie rubs her face with one hand while still holding onto Cloud with the other. "Hi to you too, hun." She glared/pouted at her girlfriend.

The look of regret on Vaggie's face was enough for the princess to forgive her, it was as if she kicked a puppy, though she did kinda do the equivalent of that.

"CHARLIE?! Babe I'm so sorry, I thought- Angel was- I'M SO SORRY!" the moth demon rushed to help the poor girl who defiantly never did anything to deserve a door to the face from a stranger let alone her girlfriend.

"I'm fine but the baby-"

Vaggie's brain: THE BABY?!

Charlie quickly and secretly checked on the bundle in her arms. "Oh good, the baby is okay too." She sighed with relief.

Vaggie's brain: THE BABY IS OKAY? THE BABY...WHAT BABY?!

"Um, what baby?" Vaggie, the master of social interactions.

"Our baby." Short and simple and said with the sweetest of smiles.

"Oh god, you didn't think to talk to me before you went and adopted one!?"

"I wanted to surprise you." Came the rather shy but incredibly cute reply that one would never imagine coming from someone who held the title Princess of Hell.

She was still holding the tiny bundle that didn't look baby shaped at all. Then again this was a place of demons and most didn't look human shaped... Oh shit Vaggie wasn't ready to raise a demon!

"Charlie, I love you, but I don't think we're ready to be parents yet. Please take it back!"

"Wait wha- Oh!" Charlie's look of confusion turned into one of amusement. "Not that kind of baby, silly." Before being completely overtaken by laughter she handed the bundle over.

Out poked a tiny white head with big ears and small yet gentle eyes. "Oh, a rabbit." The moth demon felt rather embarrassed.

"It's for you." Charlie managed to get out between bursts of laughter "Well, for both of us but mostly you."

Vaggie's embarrassment turned to surprise "for me?"

The princess finally calmed down enough to talk normally. "Pets are suppose to be great help when dealing with anger and stress. Plus they're super duper cute. I named her Cloud." Charlie once again cooed at the little bunny that was now in Vaggie's arms. "Yes you're so cute arent you."

The name fitted the critter like a glove, it certainly looked like Charlie's definition of "puffy wuffy."

Vaggie never had a pet, never had the time, patience, or money to take care of one...but she did desire one dearly as a girl. Back then she was a small girl in a poor family, she didn't care what it was she just wanted a friend. Maybe if she had one...she wouldn't have grown up so cold...

Then again, as she looked up and saw those sweet gentle eyes she grew to love, maybe she wouldn't have met Charlie either. Vaggie couldn't imagine a life without Charlie. Which was really ironic considering she was already dead. Dead yet at the same time she never felt so alive. It was Charlie's power over her, one of many. To think how different her life woulda been if she knew this girl during it. Maybe they'd both be living in heaven right now. But who cares about that, anywhere is fine as long as there was Charlie.

"Yoohoo, hell to Vaggie?" Charlie was waving a hand in front of her face.

"Huh?"

"You spaced out on me, where'd you go?"

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"That even hell is heaven as long as there's you."

Not many things could make the incredibly talkative demon speechless but that did the trick. The little red dots on Charlie's face even grew to twice their size.

"Thank you, I... I always wanted a pet." Vaggie blushed as she looked down at the critter, smiling softly as it wiggled its nose at her.

"Charlie?!" Suddenly there were arms around her neck pulling her close and another forehead against her own. Vaggie wrapped her free arm around Charlie's waist, her eyes and sweet smile only inches away.

They weren't the overly romantic type, especially in public. They didn't need to kiss or hold hands all the time. Small gestures were always more than enough for them. It never bothered them when some would say they weren't a real couple if they weren't trying to get in each other's pants often. In fact they preferred it this way, it made the times like this, the romantic times, all the more sweeter.

The two stood like that in silence for a good while until Charlie spoke up. "I love you too."

"I know." Was Vaggie's near silent reply as she brought their lips together. The kiss was sweet, gentle, romantic, and very short since Cloud was suffering and struggling to get out from between them.

"Oops, sorry sweetie!" Charlie pleaded for forgiveness while patting the bunny on the head.

"We're such terrible parents, we almost crushed our baby." The moth demon laughed.

Charlie narrowed her eyes as she took on a teasing tone. "By the way, what was that about 'not yet'?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Not yet would imply 'one day'."

"Why are you so annoying?"

"How rude, maybe I will take Cloud back. See how you feel about that."

"You'd be crying the whole time until I'd go bring them back."

"You're right, I would." Charlie's frown was comical as she sagged, causing Vaggie to smile once again.

A smile that was very much short lived when they heard yelling coming from the floor below.

"Oh Vaggie, it's time for Fat Nugget's 4 o'clock bath!"

"WHY CAN'T NIFFTY DO IT?!" The moth demon growled back.

"Cause she's busy givin me my 4 o'clock bath." Angel replied with a smug laugh.

"Voy a matar a ese cerdo." Vaggie grumbled under her breath causing Charlie, having spent long enough with her partner to catch on to some words and phrases, to gasp.

"Don't hurt Fat Nuggets!"

"Why would I hurt Fat Nuggets?" The moth genuinely wondered as Charlie shook her head.

"How bout me and Cloud come with you and help out?"

"We can't bring Cloud to Angel's room, that's child endangerment!"

"It can't be that bad if Fat Nuggets is still okay. Besides, if anything ever happened to my babies." The princess' eyes turned a shade darker and the tips of her horns poked out of her hair as she smiled. "I'd skin him alive."

It was times like these Vaggie was reminded that despite Charlie being hells version of a Disney princess and the kindest demon you'd ever meet. She was still very much a demon.

And damn was Vaggie proud.

[kittinoir]

Fic request from the prompt list: "Dont die on me! Please!" For Adriennette. Apparently I want my heart to hurt. Thank you!

Well. Now my heart hurts, too. Umm, a few warnings for everyone, aged-up Adrienette (pg, but just so there’s no confusion), Major Character Death (T.T). Implied heavy violence? Basically this is a Very Dark Ficlet (that includes pretty much the fandom’s darkest fear?) so proceed with extreme caution.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. The word crashed through Marinette’s mind over and over again as she huddled in the small pseudo-alley on campus created by the engineering and english buildings.  One hand clutched at her shoulder, holding it in place. She was pretty sure she’d dislocated it. Every part of her felt bruised, which was a new sensation. She’d never realized how much damage the Miraculous absorbed. After he’d finally manage to take it from her, Hawk Moth had  demonstrated just how frustrating the last five years had been. He’d taken his time.

But that hadn’t been nearly as bad as what he’d said as her transformation dissolved, her earrings firmly in his hand.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” he’d murmured, a delighted smile lighting up his face. “I never would have guessed, and yet…I can’t say I’m completely surprised.”

He’d known her on sight. It made her skin crawl. Her parents were in danger, just as she’d always feared they’d be. Worse, he could hunt her down any time he wanted and try to take the miracle box.

But she thought he’d wait. He had one half of what he’d always wanted. He’d try to track Chat Noir down to get the other half before he came for the rest of the Miraculous. At least, she hoped he would. For all she knew he’d followed her slow trek back here to make easy work of it.

And that was exactly why she had to act now. The Bee Miraculous, she hoped, would incapacitate Hawk Moth long enough to get Tikki back. Hopefully it’d also take care of her shoulder and other wounds long enough to do the job. 

Steeling herself, Marinette took one, two deep breaths, and dashed for her dorm.

She’d taken all of five steps before she crashed into something solid. She grunted as she bounced off whatever it was, gasping as her shoulder shook with the impact.

“Marinette!” A person, she realized. She’d hit a person. And judging by the shocked tone of their voice, it wasn’t Hawk Moth ready to finish her off. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you. I was looking for Alya when - Marinette? Marinette!”

She’d titled her face up to look at who she’d run into, and in doing so, had revealed half a dozen cuts and bruises all over her face. To her surprise, she found herself face-to-kneecap with Adrien. She’d thought time and distance would ease her crush, but it never had. As things had gotten more serious with Hawk Moth, she’d made the decision not to pursue her crush, not ever. She couldn’t risk him like that.

And yet here she was, running smack into him when she was in the most danger she’d ever been in in her entire super heroine career. 

“Who did this to you?” he demanded, reaching for her. “Where are they?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Marinette muttered as she climbed back to her feet. “And hopefully long gone. Why are you looking for Alya?”

Marinette could see that her subject change hadn’t fooled him at all. There was a dangerous look in his eye she’d never seen before. Her spine tingled. 

“It’s a long shot, but I was hoping she might have a way to get in touch with Ladybug,” he said. Marinette almost fell over again.

“What - why?” she asked without thinking. “I mean, why do you need to get in touch with her? Is there an akuma?” Dread settled in the pit of Marinette’s stomach like stone. She couldn’t ignore it. There was no such thing as coincidence.

“No, no akuma,” he said. For the first time, Marinette noticed she wasn’t the only one agitated.  “But…a bit of an emergency. She’s going to be so mad.”

“Mad at…you?” Marinette asked, confused. “I don’t…” 

She trailed off as Adrien reached up to rub the back of his neck, a self-conscious habit she’d always adored that he’d never quite kicked. And as she watched, she noticed his hand. Or rather, what wasn’t on it.

“What happened to your ring.” It wasn’t a question, not really. As that feeling of dread in her stomach grew, she knew. It wasn’t like being struck by lightning. It wasn’t a sudden realization. She wasn’t even really sure it was true. All Marinette knew was that it felt like part of her had always known. Her perfect half. Who else could he be?

Adrien followed her gaze. “I lost it,” he said, looking back at her. He frowned, as though a million little things were falling into place. He opened his mouth as though he were going to say something else, but suddenly froze. Adrien gasped as every muscle locked up, his body rigid.

“Adrien!” Marinette gripped the top of his arms, ignoring the scream of pain in her ruined shoulder. She could feel him trembling with the strain of whatever was happening to him. Those impossibly green eyes stared straight ahead, seeing nothing. Abruptly his knees buckled, and the two of them fell to the ground.

“Adrien.” Marinette pulled his head and shoulders onto her lap. “Adrien. Adrien!” She was afraid to say more, afraid to ask what was happening. Afraid she already knew. She ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it to the side of his face the way her mother always had when she was sick, as though it were just some cold she could sooth away.

“Find Ladybug.” Marinette searched Adrien’s face as he spoke, his voice hardly more than a rasp. “She’s the only one who can…fix this…”

“I can’t.” Vaguely, Marinette realized she was crying. “I can’t this time. I lost…I lost the earrings.”

A dozen emotions flitted across his face before Marinette could see them all. Finally, a ghost of a familiar smile settled across his face. “I always hoped…it would be you. I guess…Hawk Moth made his wish.”

Divide and conquer she realized. Hawk Moth had sent someone else to deal with her partner. She’d thought she’d have time to fix it. She’d thought she’d have time for a lot of things. Hawk Moth, on the other hand, hadn’t wasted any time at all.

“Don’t,” Marinette begged. “Don’t go. Please don’t go.”

Adrien reached for her hand, the one she’d unconsciously left on his chest. “I love you,” he said, lacing their fingers together. “Always did, even if…”

“I love you,” Marinette said, cupping the side of his face. “Don’t go. Don’t die on me. Please. Please.”

He laughed, but it was hardly more than a gasp. “I’d do anything for you, milady, but I don’t…think…”

Adrien fell silent as the wish finally took hold. Marinette swore she felt it when his light went out, as though a back hole opened in her chest where her heart should have been. She struggled to breathe as the horror of a thousand truths set in, her world growing darker with every one. Finally, she screamed.

“Adrien!”

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[nobodyfamousposts]

afters months of bullying Marinette, the class(minus Lila)finds out shes Ladybug and they're confused bc Lila said they were BFFs so why would she be so mean to Lila? then they connect the dots and "oh shit we fucked up". They dont tell anyone about it. Mari is confused and suspicious at their sudden change of hearts. Chat starts to visit her bc he knows she doesnt trusts Adrien after he sided with Lila. She's wary of Chat too bc at their last encounter he was very rude to her bc of Lila's lies

I don’t know if this is quite what you were going for, but this is what came to mind.

“Hey, Mari! How’s it going?” Chat Noir asked, nervously from his unwelcome position on her balcony after he showed up uninvited.

Marinette didn’t look happy to see him. He could see she was raising her guard, like she expected him to start yelling at her.

With good reason, he reminded himself bitterly. The last time they had seen each other—or rather the last time she had seen him as Chat, things had not been…the most pleasant.

He had been caught up in rumors and suspicion. Sinister words and talk of secret alliances between their supposed “innocent” class rep and the madman threatening their city.

He should have known better.

He DID know better.

Adrien knew that Lila was a compulsive liar and willing to make up any story. He knew that whatever came out of her mouth had to be lies. He even had some idea that Lila had some sort of grudge against Marinette—being one of the only ones to know she was lying and to be willing to call her out on it.

And yet he still fell for them anyway. Because it was strange, wasn’t it? And Lila might have been a liar, but she did have a point. Where DID Marinette disappear to during each akuma battle? She was never where she was supposed to be. She was never where she claimed she had been. No one could ever recall seeing her during any of the fights since this mess had started.

Coincidence, sure. But with Lila’s silver tongue, those coincidences added up and began to paint a picture that he couldn’t bring himself to ignore. But he should have. Because the picture may have made some sense, but it was still Lila putting it together and he knew—he KNEW her to be a vindictive manipulator with a grudge.

To think he actually believed that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was secretly working for Hawk Moth in his plots against their heroes.

Looking back, it had been stupid.

Really. Really stupid.

Even more stupid now that he knew what he did. And not a moment went by that he wasn’t kicking himself for jumping to those conclusions—and even worse, acting on them.

He still remembered the way she looked at him when he snapped at her. His accusations—at the time powered with righteous fury, only came off as ignorant and callous now. He still remembered the way she gaped at him in shock and hurt. He remembered the way she tried to deny it. He remembered how she tried to explain herself.

He remembered the way he hadn’t cared.

Chat never knew how he appeared to her in that moment. What expression he must have had as he looked down on her and coldly told her to stay out of the way for once.

He wondered if it matched the cold stare she gave him now.

“Why are you here?”

Her detached attitude hurt more than he thought it would. But he couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it.

“I just wanted to check on you.” He said, forcing a smile. “You know, make sure you were all right after that last akuma fight.”

She raised an eyebrow, incredulously. “You mean the one that was three weeks ago?”

This time, he couldn’t hide the wince. Because yeah, it had been almost a month since that last fight. And he hadn’t considered visiting her—spying on her, sure, but not actually coming by to talk to her. He hadn’t even spared Marinette so much as a concern until just a few days ago. He could make excuses. Say he’d been busy. That he’d had homework and other things to do. But nothing had prevented him from enjoying free time and outings with his other classmates. Nothing had kept him from talking to Marinette any of those times.

The simple truth was that he hadn’t seen reason to go out of his way to worry for Marinette.

Not until one week ago when, along with several other classmates amidst their self-assured attempt to find “proof” of her guilt, he discovered that their “Everyday Ladybug” was actually “THE Ladybug”.

And suddenly, he realized too late that all of the little coincidences were pointing to a much different picture he had been too blind to see.

“I’m fine. You can go.”

He couldn’t. Because this was wrong and it was his fault.

“I don’t think you are.” He spoke up before he realized it. And he cursed his stupid mouth, but couldn’t quite bring himself to take it back because Marinette was clearly not fine.

She froze, and he fought the urge to move—though whether towards her to comfort or away from her to escape the awkwardness and guilt, he didn’t know.

“If I’m not, what does it really matter to you?”

Everything! He wanted to shout.

Because you’re my partner.

Because I love you.

Because I’m an idiot and I was wrong.

And I am so, so sorry.

So much he wanted to say.

So much he was scared to say.

Their partnership was already hanging by a thread. Her anger at him after the incident when she confronted him as Ladybug for his treatment of a ‘civilian’ had been quite clear. For once, he refused to give up, so insistent he was right.

And for once, she refused to apologize. It made sense now, given it had been herself on the receiving end of his mistreatment all this time. But at the time…

He had questioned Ladybug before. But never like that. Never did he so openly insult her judgement that way.

And now that he knew…

It was only one more thing to add to the list of ways he had seriously fucked up.

As Adrien, he promised Marinette support only to abandon her.

As Chat, he promised protection only to be the one to instigate.

As himself, he had promised to love the girl behind the mask only to turn on her in both.

Wasn’t he just pitiful?

“I just…wanted to make sure you weren’t at risk. You know…with the akumas and everything.”

She gave him a flat stare, unimpressed. “I think I’ve been doing well for myself for the past couple of months, thank you.”

“Look, I know things haven’t been…easy for you lately.” And THAT was the understatement of the year. “But—”

“No. No buts.” She cut him off. “You’re right. Things haven’t been easy. But I’ve been handling it. I’ve learned to handle it on my own.”

He winced. She didn’t say it. And she may not have intended to suggest it, but the implication was there. That it was all because he—because all of them had left her alone.

“Akumas can’t get me if I don’t give them something to target, right? So I’ve been staying positive and keeping my emotions in check.” She smiled. “You don’t have to worry about me becoming an akuma or anything.”

He clenched his fists.

She smiled like a doll and he hated it. He hated how fake it looked. He hated how it reminded him of his own false smiles as Adrien when he was trying to convince others he wasn’t upset when he was.

“You shouldn’t hide away your feelings.” He told her, honestly. “You have every right to be upset. Especially after how everyone treated you…how I treated you.”

She blinked in surprise.

“I…jumped to a lot of conclusions based on coincident and faulty evidence. I didn’t give you a chance to explain. And I should have because I know you, Marinette. In all our meetings and all our times together, I’ve only ever known you to be a genuinely good person.”

He wished he could hug her. Hold her tightly until he was sure he could use whatever he had to bring back the warmth to every part of her. To simply just hold her hand and offer her reassurance she had been sorely needing but sadly lacking all this time.

“I’m sorry, Marinette.”

I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.

I’m sorry I didn’t stand by you.

I’m sorry I left you alone.

Her blank smile faltered and her expression shifted to something sad but for the first time, genuine.

“At least you’re the first one to say it.”

It wasn’t forgiveness.

But maybe it was a start.