minthyj - Tumblr blog

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

Devotion

18+ 1.6k homelander x reader. no pronouns, p-in-v sex. blood play. excessively sentimental. love as a kink.

Certain there is a threshold to be reached when it comes to your love for him, Homelander comes to you fresh from a gruesome slaughter still dripping in blood. Your response surprises him.

written for this prompt from @mari-thesimp 💕🩸

It’s late when you wake to the sound of a door slamming shut. You sit up so sharply it makes you a little lightheaded, half delirious with sleep. The digital clock, reflected endlessly in Homelander’s assortment of mirrors, reads 2:33am.

In the dark, you hear his footfalls heavily approaching. You know instantly that something’s wrong. He never crashes home like this. Any time he came home late in the past, he slipped silently into bed and embraced you until you woke in his arms.

You climb out of bed and put a hand out, walking blindly in the dark. “Homelander? Are you–” You move to turn on the light, but a gloved hand snatches your wrist so suddenly that you scream, yanked into his solid chest.

“Ssshhhh,” he hisses, uncharacteristically breathless. He’s panting. You’re as confused as you are alarmed, bracing your free hand against his chest, where it slips in something wet. You recognize the smell almost immediately–blood.

“Are you hurt?” You ask frantically, the worst possible scenario immediately clouding your thoughts. “Oh god, please, let me–” He kisses the words from your lips, grip on your wrist tightening to a pressure just shy of painful. His tongue pushes the taste of what you smelled into your mouth and you keen against him, your free hand sliding up his chest, blood collecting thickly on your palm, your fingers.

“It’s not mine,” he says, voice little more than a rasp against your lips. You make a sound of relief that he eagerly swallows up, though your heart continues to pound. His lips trail from yours to your cheek, then your temple. He must hear it in your heart, smell the adrenaline in your veins. “Y’scared of me?” He asks, the heat of his breath rolling a chill down your spine.

You could almost laugh. You’d open your ribcage for him to crawl inside if ever he needed shelter. He could eat your heart if it kept his beating another day.

“No, no. Not if you’re okay,” you tell him, turning your head away to offer your neck to him in both submission and invitation. He takes it eagerly, bending in to graze his teeth along your pulse point, ending on a kiss that shifts into the pull of his lips sucking a mark into your neck. “I was only scared when I thought it was yours,” you say, the words melting into a soft moan.

“Do you care whose it is?” He asks, wrapping his other arm around your waist, pulling you sharply against him.

You shake your head and breathlessly admit, “No.”

You feel the slow spread of his smile against your skin. He gets off on this, you know. Testing you. Pushing the limits to see how far you’ll stretch. It never fails to work him up into a frenzy when you match him move for move. “So long as it’s not yours.”

If he wants to bring the violence that lurks within him to your lips, you’ll swallow it whole to prove there’s a place in this world that he belongs. You touch his jaw and turn your head, bringing his cheek to your mouth. He’s pliant in your grasp, anticipating the press of your lips, but you feel him tense as you drag your tongue from his jaw to the high of his cheek, collecting the sickly sweet spray of blood from his skin. It tastes coppery, like how you imagine sucking an old penny would. It would be repulsive if this act weren’t so wholly for him.

And then he moans. Before Homelander, desire had always been something of an abstract concept to you. The poets of the world write it as something alive, something palpable. A longing for something so intense that it chokes you with hunger until you either have it in your jaws, or are driven mad for the lack of it. It had been romantic hyperbole like any other.

Now, finally, you understand it as the poets wrote it.

You lick him again, this time from his chin to his lips, and he eagerly twists it into a kiss, suddenly relinquishing his hold on you so that he can take you by the backs of your thighs and hoist your legs up around his waist.

Your stomach flips with the effortlessness of it, the novelty of his strength never dimming. You catch your arms around his neck and kiss him as he carries you towards the bed.

He drapes himself over you, pinning you to the mattress like a flower between the pages of a book, and kisses you senseless, his hunger tangible in every little press of his lips. He kisses you like he means each one as a bite, devouring you piece by piece until there’s nothing left between your bodies but the taste of blood.

“You never cease to fuckin’ surprise me,” he murmurs, lifting himself just enough to rip his zipper down with a distinct hiss. “There any part of me you don’t love?” He asks, and though you think he means it coyly, rasping it the way he does while he rips the fabric of your panties clean from between your legs, you know his sincerity when you hear it. You understand his yearning to hear your love confirmed.

“No. There’s no part of you unloved by me,” you swear to him, whispering it like an oath. “Whether I’ve seen it or not. If it’s you, then it’s loved.”

He pauses. Your eyes have adjusted to the dim light, and in it, you see him staring down at you. Though his handsome features are smeared dark with blood, you see him as he is beneath it–wounded.

In his eyes you see damage done to him that may never heal, but your words settle over his scars like a soothing balm. It’s that very look of vulnerability that has driven you to this madness. You have seen the beast in him, but so too have you seen the fragile man it protects.

When the beast shows you his teeth, you can’t help but put them to your throat so that he might taste how your heart beats for him.

Even now, as you look into the eyes of a man, you feel his claws sink into your hips through his gloves. “I love you,” he whispers in turn. Your brows furrow at the first press of his cock, a breathy little noise escaping you while he savors grinding the head of it tantalizingly against your clit. You’re already wet for him, so ready to take him. He presses his chest down against yours and your nightgown soaks up the blood on his suit, turning it wet and sticky against your skin. You hardly notice it compared to the feel of him sliding into you, splitting you open so slowly it makes you want to scream.

“Take me,” you say fervently. “I’m yours, but take me like I’m not.”

Ever determined to be all to you that you are to him, he drives into you at that, knocking the wind from your lungs with a sharp thrust that brings him to the core of you. Instantly you’re craving more, already anticipating the dull ache you’ll feel in the morning from how good he fucked you.

“Harder,” you gasp, pushing your hands into his hair, slicking it back with the blood on your hands. He moans sweetly when you tighten your grasp, and his thrusts become sharper, deeper. He hikes both of your legs higher over his hips and adjusts the position until he’s pounding you properly, angled so perfectly that every thrust sparks behind your eyelids like fireworks.

“I love you,” he says again, voice fraying around the edges, thrusts growing more erratic, “I l-I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says, chanting it like a mantra, as if it’s the only thought that matters to him right now. You, here, with him, loving him as he loves you.

You come first, your voice stolen by a crash of sensation so intense it renders you immobile, muscles locking up in a spasm of pleasure. Homelander doesn’t last much longer, thrusting through and into the aftermath of your climax until he, too, stills, seized by the magnitude of his own release. He floods into you at the same time he kisses you, body sinking down atop yours. It’s likely the only thing that keeps you from floating away, riding the high of your euphoria while the two of you both catch your breath.

The whole room smells of blood and sex, and there is an undeniable carnality in that. It brings out something beastly in you, too, and even as he lays against you, your point made and your love proven for the umpteenth time, you can’t help but drag your tongue once again from his bloodied skin to his lips, pushing more blood into his mouth and kissing the iron taste of it from him.

He groans softly. You feel his spent cock give a valiant throb inside the snug velvet walls of your cunt.

“You make me crazy,” he says, voice utterly fried.

“Love does that,” you say with a smile, your own voice slightly hoarse.

He smiles against your lips, relishing how you find any and every excuse to remind him of your love. “Gonna have t’shower,” he says, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, erupting goosebumps from your head to your toes. You thrive on how addicted he is to you.

“Soon,” you giggle, carding your fingers through his hair, though it’s slightly matted with blood. “I want to enjoy this a little longer.”

Gladly, he rests his head on your chest, closing his eyes with a rumbling sigh as your nails drag along his scalp. You cradle him there, savoring the fill of him inside you, the weight of him against you, and the warmth of him that seeps beyond your body and into the depths of your very soul.

833 notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

Sometimes after a big day, plushie and fanfic time is good.

1K notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

my personal opinions about MK1 men

Smoke is not a sweet little baby puppy boy, and personally I don’t think he’d like to be called a “good boy” I genuinely think he’d look at you like ‘what..😐’

Johnny is not this hardcore dominant man who’d call you a slut while having sex, yes, he may be this cocky guy, but he’s also a grown ass man that makes goofy movie references during poor timing. I just genuinely cannot see him calling is s/o anything degrading.

I know I make jokes about Bi-Han saying shit like “oh I could fix him!” But being completely honest that man is not fixable. He sees no genuine point to romantic relationships. He might get married and have a child but for the sole purpose to carry on his legacy. (Wouldn’t be surprised if that child followed in his footsteps and let him die like he did his father.)

and please, PLEASE the infantilizing grown ass men just because they’re genuinely good people needs to stop 😭 I’m sorry y’all.

Like I personally love Smoke and how much of a good person he is but please he’s like 29 I’m pretty sure, he’s not some soft uwu baby. 💀

243 notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

how i feel crawling back to tumblr every time i have a crush on an obscure fictional character with nothing on ao3

755 notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

thinkin abt johnny's nose ...

733 notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

another life | c.b

colby brock x fem!ghost!reader

summary: on a certain investigation, colby finds himself oddly intrigued by the mystery surrounding your passing. so, he tries his best to help you move on.

warnings: sadness, angst, murder, bittersweet ending.

a/n: hi loves ! long time no see ! i haven’t been writing like i usually do, to lack of inspiration and motivation. i hope this can make up for it. also my first time writing for colby, so i hope i did okay ! if you’d like to see more let me know !! also this was slightly inspired by corpse bride especially the scene at the end. iykyk. enjoy <3 feedback is appreciated !

requests open

not proofread

✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵

the thought of the idea of something after life always intrigued you. what happened to someone after passing? or did your life begin again after death? but after passing, you were hit with the reality that you’d be bound to the house you died in; and living the same thing almost every single time.

after a couple years the constant investigation it was getting very annoying. at first, you’d interact the best you could but when they’d take it too far and taunt you, you’d slowly begin to stop giving them what they want. they’d always seem to be disappointed and often left not believing. you’ve come to understand the why humans think, trying to prove the existence of the after life. you know if someone truly believed they wouldn’t be so aggressive.

no one had toured the house in what felt like a long time. on one night in particular you heard commotion outside, so, you peeked out the curtains seeing a group of people, around your age. they all took a step back and panned what you had come to recognize as a camera towards the house. your eyes caught a blonde girl as she scanned the windows but her eyes landed on you.

as the sam panned the camera on the victorian era home, amanda noticed you. her eyes locking with yours before you vanished into the blackness behind you. she thought about mentioning your presence but she decided to wait until they were inside.

they were greeted with a guild which you were also familiar with. they had stopped in first two rooms downstairs before coming up to the third floor.

the guide lead them up the spiral staircase into the mist anticipated room of the night. your bedroom.

“now, you may notice the energy shifting in this room, it’s much darker and heavier.” she started “the mystery surrounding y/ns death is still pretty much unsolved” she stood at the foot of your bed. “people suspect she died of a broken heart, but there is also a theory that she was murdered by her sister to get with her fiancé” you stood in the corner behind her, she stepped to the side showing a photograph of the man. sam zoomed in on the photo while the guide continued to give misleading details about your story. “most people don’t believe this story to be true as there is no evidence of a murder happening. so, we may never know.”

amanda pipes up, “is she known to be active?.” the guide shakes her head, “when we first opened for investigations she was our most popular ghost and was the most active one but eventually she just stopped. so, people would often leave disappointed. some people would try to taunt her, but it only made her not want to interact anymore.”

the group nodded. “y/n, if you’re here we want you to know we aren’t here to harm you, we’d love to talk to you more tonight if you’re down.” colby said, looking around the room, hoping you’d be listening. “lets check out the rest of the house shall we?” sam asked and they all nodded.

you watched as the group returned to your bedroom, setting up the camera before going over their last investigation.

“the energy is so different from the rest of the house.” nate started, filing in behind the blonde boy. “i feel just this heaviness on my chest. like i could cry” he added. colby nodded in agreement, “yeah, i feel like that earlier. it’s very overwhelming.”

if you still had a heart you knew it would ache, watching colby, the taller and darker headed man walk around in your bedroom admiring what used to be yours. you watched the man who reminded you of the man who you once loved with all of your heart.

“the guide said everything here is all original to y/n, correct?” sam nodded, reaching into his bag for the two flashlights. “yes, everything here is the same as it was when she was alive.”

your felt especially sad, spectating these people in your area, saying everything they could but you were still stuck in silence.

you knew the blonde girl could see you but it had been so long since someone could see you, you were afraid. ironically. “she’s sad”

amanda stood across from you, “she wants to communicate with us but doesn’t know how. she feels lonely.”

“so these are flashlights, i will sit these on the dresser and basically you can use your energy to turn these on and off for yes and no.”

you moved from your bed to the dresser and tried out the flashlight. it took a few seconds but you eventually got it on, it took more energy than you thought. “she’s here!” nate chirped.

“y/n if this is you can you turn off the flashlight?” sam asked, you began dimming the light and eventually it turned off. “y/n, you’re free to use our energy if it helps you communicate.”

once again, you turn the flashlight on again, but a tad quicker this time. colby grins, “this is crazy. okay, y/n. i’m colby, this sam, nate, and that’s amanda.” he introduced everyone. “we want you to know we don’t want to force you or push you into anything. we just want to know who you were.” the one you came to know as nate said.

“how about we move to the bed?” nate added, for a change of pace.

now colby was lying on what was previously your bed and carefully you laid next to him. “holy shit dude” he looked at nagw. “what?” sam said, who was filming. “swear to god i just felt the side of the bed dip like she is laying next to me” “holy shit, for real?” he asked, couldn’t nodded. “yes.” he then paused, “y/n are you laying next to colby?” the four looked at the flashlights now on the bedside table.

you turned it on. then off

“y/n, would you like to talk to us?”

you turned it back on signaling you wanted to talk more

“okay, we’re going to pull out a spirit box and you can talk through it using the channels.”

“hi” you started the session with. finally feeling relieved being able to finally talk.

nate asked “y/n, are you lonely?”

“yes” “very”

“do you miss interaction?”

“of course.”

“y/n, how do you feel about us being here?” amanda questioned.

“happy.” “comfort”

“do you mean you feel comforted?”

“yes.”

“y/n, did you die from a broken heart?”

it fell silent for a few seconds, you begin reliving that night. “no.” you answered.

“we’re you murdered by your sister?”

“yes.”

sam and nate shared glances them looked back at colby.

“we’re sorry that happened, y/n. you seem like you were very sweet and to be surrounded by all of this sadness is very overwhelming. i cant imagine how you must feel.” amanda could feel the pain radiating from your energy.

“thank you, amanda.” you said, knowing if you could you would be crying.

“are you trapped here?” sam stood up from behind nate.

“i don’t know”

“have you tried leaving?”

“no”

nate hummed, “maybe she feels the need to stay here, like it’s her duty? she doesn’t have anyone waiting for her so maybe she just needs the okay for her to move on” he conspired, the rest hummed in agreement. “that could be a big possibility” colby says.

“yes” you answered from the spirit box, they all shot up to look at each other “yes!” sam repeated your answer throwing his hands onto his head. “wow, that’s a lot” nate added, laughing after.

“amanda and nate, do you guys wanna take the basement? i’ll take the second floor and colby can stay here?” sam suggested and everyone else agreed.

the rest of the group left, leaving you alone with colby and a few pieces of equipment.

“y/n, looks like it’s just us.” he announced, closing he door.

the flashlights were left on the bedsides and he walked over to your bed. “is it okay if it sit on your bed?” you turned on the flashlight closer to him, answering his question. he sat down and laid the spirit box next to him letting it run through channels. you suddenly came through the box “hi. colby.”

“hi, y/n” he smiled, glancing to the camera to make sure it was still recording. “i know you like to touch people, so feel free to touch me or use my energy if you want to talk more. we aren’t here to harm you.”

you smiled, answering. “thank you.” you carefully sat next to him, not wanting to startle him like last time. but, he still noticed. “holy shit. i just felt the bed sink next to me.” he talked to the camera, he took a deep breathe calming himself. “this is insane” he added. there was a few seconds of silence. you took this opportunity to finally to physical interaction. hesitating, you rested your hand on his which was laying on his knee.

colby froze, a huge wave of emotions flooded his mind. his heart began to ache feeling your sadness. his hand was ice cold, “is this you, y/n? are you touching my hand?” for just a moment, if he had closed his eyes and focused enough, he could picture you sitting next to him. though you didn’t answer, you only sat there still holding his hand.

“this is insane guys. i’ve never feel like this before” the camera, which was in his other hand was now panning to his hand. “my hand is freezing. i feel so many emotions right now.” he said, taking in a deep breath. “i’ve never felt like this before” he explained. you admired him, his kind soul, his gentle presence and peace of mind. “thank you, colby” you used the last bit of your energy you had so he could hear your voice.

he shot up from the bed and dropped the camera on the nightstand. “oh my fucking god” he mumbled, now pacing back and forth. “guys i don’t know if the camera caught that but i swear to god i just heard a voice” he ran his hands through his hair, feeling tears welling in his eyes. “holy shit guys.” he walked back and picked up the camera, documenting his tears. “that’s insane.”

you kind of felt bad, not expecting someone to cry so suddenly. “i’m sorry” you spoke from the spirit box. “no, no don’t be sorry. that was amazing. thank you for that y/n.”

the sound of an alarm went off and colby checked his phone which meant the group would return to colby.

colby was still emotional when the rest of the group returned, sam was the first one to see him. “dude? what happened?!” he asked. “you’re never going to believe this sam”. colby started but didn’t tell the story until amanda and nate came back.

colby turned the camera off before rewinding to the part you spoke in and there it was, clear as day. your voice. something you hadn’t heard in many years. “dude!” “bro!” “oh my god!” the othe three exclaimed. “that’s actually insane, colby. no wonder you’re tore up” amanda added.

“i’ve never felt like this before. just the pure wave of hurt, pain, loneliness, and sadness is just overwhelming. i cant even put into words how it made me feel. and after i heard her voice, knowing she is here is just so insane. that was an amazing experience”. sam agreed, keeping focus on colby as he spoke.

colby added “so, thank you, y/n for talking with us and sharing your story. you seem to be a wonderful soul and you deserve so much more than being trapped in this house. i want you to know that it’s okay to move on now, you can be at peace. the world will know your story now.” he wiped his eyes, now coming down from the overwhelming emotions.

you smiled, standing in front of the group. the sudden feeling of warmth and comfort surrounded your spirit. turned you head to look at amanda, “thank you”. you closed your eyes.

“she said thank you.” the blonde said, she also now felt emotional watching you find peace.

closing your eyes you fell your body being surrounded by light, and your soul was now at peace. you were able to move on now, all thanks to colby.

2K notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

2K notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

109K notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

It’s important to recognise that Barbie (2023) criticises both the patriarchy AND the matriarchy. Yes, the Ken’s are just accessories to the Barbies. Yes, they don’t have any say in the government they live under. That’s the point, you’re supposed to feel awful, you’re supposed to want the Kens to have their own agency, you’re supposed to want equality. The Barbie movie explicitly states that the way Barbie treats Ken is wrong, so much so that once he finds a safe space for his masculinity and individual identity he’s so excited to share it with the other Kens.

But they go overboard and replace a matriarchy with a patriarchy and now the same issue exists but in reverse. That’s the POINT!! THATS THE POINT!!! Barbie is not anti-men it’s pro equality PLEASE understand this

65K notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

ID in alt

208K notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

[ incorrect quotes ; call of duty edition ]

Y/n, in a high voice, holding barbie: Hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Ghost, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids. Soap: What the fuck are you guys doing? Y/n: Playing systemic oppression.

6K notes · View notes

minthyj · 2 years ago

Text

Mask Off

Chat Noir x Reader | ONE SHOT

Requested by: @oyasumimosura 🌷

Synopsis: The Miraculous World where you found out Chat Noir's real identity and his floating plushie from an incident months ago. How did life turned out after you accidentally knew who he is?

"Hey, have you listened to Jagged Stone's Croco Duo, yet? I heard that Ms. Anarka's also a part of it." You held up the album and showed it to him. "It wouldn't be Croco Duo if Jagged Stone's the only one who did it." Adrien looked at you. "Who knows, maybe it's his actual reptile which he loves so much." The both of you snickers.

Believe it or not, the well-known Adrien Agreste is at your house, specifically in your room hanging out with you. "I'll let you borrow my copy of the album." You handed him the album and when he's about to take it, you suddenly retracts your hand. "But, take good care of it." "I will." you finally gave it to him.

"Are you alright?" You sat next to him. An akumatized villain terrorized Paris early this day, so Ladybug and Chat Noir stepped in and save the day. Still, you couldn't help but worry. "Yes, I'm alright, don't worry about me. I'm strong." You crossed your arms together. "You say that yet the first time you came here you were wounded." "That was a one time thing." He faced you and touched your shoulders. "I would never make you worry ever again." He smiled at you that made your heart leap. Flustered, you avoided his gaze and cleared your throat. "Alright, I know you have to get going. You have a photo shoot this afternoon, right?" "Right."

"Plagg, let's get going." Adrien alerted his kwami. "I'm still savoring these varieties of cheese. Can you believe it? (Y/n) got these for me? Only me? She likes me that much." You giggled at Plagg's response. "Come on, we have them too at home." "Can we just wait? Look at this Muenster." As Plagg rambles about cheese, the two of you can't help to roll your eyes. "Plagg, claws in!" "Huh? I'm not fini-" Adrien transformed into Chat Noir and before the two of bid each other goodbyes he faced you. "I'll come here soon." He hugged you and kissed your cheek. "Like, what happens almost everyday?" You raised your eyebrows. "Hey, I don't see you much outside." He pouted which made you pinch his cheeks. "I'll see you, Chaton." You waved him goodbye and he left.

You can still remember the day you met Adrien Agreste and his other identity.

It was after school, when an akumatized villain attacked Paris. You called yourself lucky 'cause you were already at home before the attack. You were wishing for Ladybug and Chat Noir to defeat the villain when you heard a groan from your balcony. Hesitant to check what it was out of fear, you still peeked and saw Chat Noir groaning in pain while covering his side. You opened your balcony door and asked him to come in but he refused and told you he was okay. While insisting on taking him in, a figure from afar caught your attention, and you knew at that moment you need to pull this cat inside. "Be quiet! Listen to me and get inside. Now!" You whisper-shout. The unwilling Chat Noir still obeyed and went inside with your help.

You closed the curtains and checked him, he was bleeding. He has multiple incised wounds on his body. You were internally panicking and finding a way to help him when a continuous beeping sound caught your attention. You were about to check what it was but was stopped by Chat Noir. "No! Don't Look!" You quickly faced the wall and saw a light emitting from him. "What happened?" You asked while still facing the wall. "I detransformed." He struggled to say. "I need to tend your wounds before they get worse." "D-Don't, I'll just wait for L-Ladybug's Lucky Charm to help me..." He responded.

His groans and struggles from the pain couldn't ease your mind. You know you have to do something, and blood everywhere isn't what you expected to see today. "Hey, I really need to help you. Paris can't lose a hero from stubbornness. I'll just put on a blindfold and you'll help me tend those wounds. Ladybug must be worried about you and must be wondering where you are right now." You took your First Aid kit and picked up a random cloth and tied a blindfold for yourself. "Speak so I could navigate where you are." you ordered him and he obeyed.

You're currently tending his wounds with his help. "Some of these wounds are kinda deep. You don't want to stitch it?" You asked and he refused. "I'll go get more sterile dressing." You stood up quickly and tried to walk when you tripped on the First Aid. Chat Noir tried to break your fall in reflex. He's unsure of what he pulled, he checked and it was your hair. He quickly let it go out of embarrassment. "Dude, I appreciate that you're trying to help but--" You uttered rubbing your head from the pain from getting your hair pulled. Little did you know, the blindfold got loose and fell making you see the detransformed Chat Noir and a floating plushie? You quickly turned around. "I'm really sorry!"

"So, what are we going to do..." You uttered avoiding his gaze. You just finished bandaging him and letting him rest on your bed. "There's nothing we can do about it. I hope you keep my identity as a secret. It's hard but I'm going to trust you." He looked at you seriously. "Ladybug's going to scold me for sure." He added, frowning. "You're Adrien, right? I always see you on advertisements." He nodded. "I'm (Y/n). I promise you, your secret's safe with me."

That's how you met Adrien. At first, his visits were about him checking up on you. He doesn't trust you that much at first, obviously; who would even trust someone you just met? His visits became hang outs and now it became a habit of his. Adrien, who your now close friend and someone you're pining for. Who wouldn't fall for his wits and silly expressions? Especially his gaze and looks? Obviously not you. It's already been months since you've met him yet you can't hang out with in public. You're not even in the same school, it would be suspicious for the public if he ever hangs out with you suddenly.

"Dude. What are you looking at?"

Nino asked Adrien while waving his hand in front of his face. "Huh, what? No! I was just thinking of something." He lied, "Okay, dude but you gotta focus." As Nino tells his story with Adrien, he was looking at you from afar while you chat with your friends. He can't stop looking at you while you're smiling at something your friends jokes or whatever it is. You really looked captivating. It's a rare sight for him to see you out, since he's always with his friends when he's out in public or doing work. Still staring at you, you averted your gaze from your friends and saw him staring at you. He quickly looked away pretending he's talking to his friend. You giggled which made your friends ask you what it is and you dismissed it.

"Look who's back again." You suddenly voiced out while you're in the middle of your art project. "I didn't say anything yet." Chat Noir responded. He was out on a patrol this pre-evening and now visiting you once again. "There's a mirror, silly." You pointed out and faced him. You've been waiting for him the entire time to tease him about what happened. "This afternoon, I caught someone looking at me and it was really creepy." You exaggerated and made him crossed his arms together and huffs. You let out a giggle and approached him, "Do you know who he is?" "Don't do me like that, you know cats hate a lot of attention." "And you're an exception."

"Alright, you caught me. It's just that we rarely see each other outside." He explained himself and sat on your bean bag. "Uh huh, I think you're gonna like what's going to happen tomorrow." You sat on your chair to continue on what you're doing. "What's going to happen tomorrow?" "It's a secret."

"These students from Collège et Lycée Laurent are going to help us establish a campaign of preserving trees in Paris." Ms. Bustier introduced you and your schoolmates to Collège Françoise Dupont students which includes Adrien and his friends. Their representative whose name is Marinette escorted you and the others to the Art Classroom to make posters.

You're currently working on your poster when Adrien approached you discreetly. "What are you up to, now?" You whispered while still doing your work. "To also do my poster, obviously." "Your alter ego is overshadowing your civilian self when you're with me, huh?" "Shh, don't." You giggled and responded. "Relax, we're whispering to each other." "But I feel like someone's watching us." His reply made you look around and spotted their representative glancing your way. "I know what you mean."

"I'm so pissed! That guy couldn't do his job right, he should be fired." The sudden voice caught your attention, it was Mayor Bourgeois' daughter. She just entered the room and talking to herself. "What are you doing here?" She added. "Chloé, we're doing posters." Marinette answered her. "That's so lame-"

A loud thud was heard near the school and interrupted the whole class. "What was that?" Everyone checked and it was an akumatized villain. You looked at Adrien and the both of you fled the scene to safety. "Hide here." "In your locker?" "Yes, for your safety." You entered the locker and closed it and he transformed into Chat Noir and left.

You've been for him for a while and he hasn't come back yet. You started to get worried, 'Damn these thoughts!'. You couldn't wait any longer, thoughts started circulating your mind. You slowly stepped out of the locker, you listened to where the fight was. You could hear noises in the Courtyard, you made your way to to see it from the second floor.

Ladybug is struggling to restrain the amok while figuring out how to use her Lucky Charm, while Adrien is distracting the villain. You were just watching them from afar when Chat Noir was hit by the villain. "Good bye, Tom Cat." the villain charged his weapon at him. You immediately went down, before the villain could hit Chat Noir; you went in front of the villain and was immediately hit by the blast. "Oh, no!" Ladybug yelled. Chat was shocked that he felt his feet was frozen, fear and rage crept into his system when he saw you fell down. He was about to activate his cataclysm until Ladybug spoke. "Chat!" He ran towards the villain but dismissed his thought to fight him and pick you up and escaped. Ladybug followed him and they left the scene.

"Oh no, what are we gonna do?! T-this is the first time this ever happened." Ladybug panics and Chat Noir laid you down, all of you are in an empty alley way. You're unconscious but still breathing slowly. White lines are spreading through your body like a spider web which harms you more, it must be from the blast. "Calm down, Ladybug. Your Lucky Charm will fix the mess he made and could save the student." Chat Noir calmly said yet on the inside he's terrified and in rage of what happened. He said to himself that he'll protect you from harm's way yet here you are unconscious from an attack. "You're right, let's go. Let's leave her at Sissy's, the school nurse." "Alright."

You opened your eyes and immediately sat up. "Oh no, no, no." Ignoring where you are, you caught the attention of the school nurse and she approached you. "Are you alright?" "Yes, I'm fine. I have to find Ladybug and Chat Noir." you rambled to yourself. "Hey, it's okay. The villain was defeated, Ladybug and Chat Noir brought you here while you were unconscious." 'Oh yeah, I was hit.' you thought to yourself. 'thank goodness I'm alive.' "Ladybug's Lucky Charm healed you from the hit. I'm sorry I didn't know how to heal it, since the damage came from an akumatized villain with well.. superpowers."

Someone entered the room and caught your attention, it was Chat Noir. "I'm going to take her home on Ladybug's order. Thank you for taking care of her." He spoke to the nurse and offered his hand to you. "Let's get you home." You took his hand. The both of you didn't speak to each other on the way home. You're worried that he's mad at you for being reckless and putting yourself in danger.

You reached your destination, you expected him to leave but he didn't. He closed your balcony door and embraced you, you were caught off guard by his actions. You also wrapped your arms around him and returned his hug. "I'm sorry." "You should be, do you know what I felt when I saw you unconscious?" He looked at you seriously. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what came to me. My legs walked on their own." You apologized once again. "Don't do that again. I can't risk losing you." You could hear his ring beeping continuously. "Plagg, claws in." He detransformed and you fed Plagg a Camembert cheese. "I-I'm really sorry, Adrien." "You're very special to me, (Y/n)." You could see in his eyes that he really means what he said. "Special?" You looked at him with hope. "Y-yeah, you're a special friend to me." He realized what he said and cleared his throat. "Special friend?" He noticed your saddened expression and you slightly moved away from him. "W-what I mean is, I uh..." He can't pick the words he'll say to explain himself, Adrien sighed and touched both of your shoulders. "You're very special to me, (Y/n). Not just as a friend but more than that." Your eyes lit up and smiled at him. "Just say you like me, dingus." "Yeah, I like you-- No, I love you, (Y/n)." You could feel your face heating up from what he said. "I love you, too." You responded, he leaned in for a kiss and you gladly kissed him back.

"Wow, I never knew the Chat Noir who always publicized his love for Ladybug be this shy to confess his love for me." You chuckled. "I'm kinda jealous." You added and pouted. "Hey, don't be. I don't know how to explain it. When I'm with you I'm internally nervous and such.." "Hey, it's okay, I'm kidding." You giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Ew... Get a room." Plagg interrupts

"This is my room."

2K notes · View notes