#it took me forever to capture those captions but WORTH IT

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You know the plan is going great when the DM does this :

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39. Part 2

Robyn looks so happy to be drinking wine, I don’t blame her. It’s been a while for her anyways “what made you want to come to Mexico? Out of all places, not like you. We could have gone to a hotel, or better yet. Your home?” leaning over the table between us smiling “you right, I could have but no. What man would I be to just do my home up, I mean that would be sweet, but I want to make sure it’s special for us, for me, for you. Also they say you should keep that spark going, I read these books about married life and they say you got to keep that spark, we do have that spark but I think we need to go back to London and get that routine again. It’s been so long since we have had alone time, there has been so much going on. To get some peace, I miss it” Robyn cooed out “I missed us, it’s like since I had Fenty it’s been Fenty only. I have felt like what am I doing to myself, what about Chris. I am not giving him the attention. I want him to be ok, then I am trying to run my business at the same time. I did think it, I was like will he stray away from me, coming to Cali was a big deal for me Chris. It was either going to make us or break us, I gave you that space to fuck up I guess. Not because I wanted it but I couldn’t carry you Chris, it’s not how we should work and to hear you speak these words, to say I want to go back to London, to be thinking of me. It could have gone to shit, but I believed in you, I believed our love is and was strong and it is. You have grown so much as a man Chris, and I couldn’t be prouder. Nobody knows the real you, the real feeling of how you battle yourself but I am proud of you and I am so happy you picked me over those friends you was dying to see for so long” putting my head down smiling “I didn’t realise you gave me that space, I was just thinking you was being an ass about things. Like refusing to be near me about that home, when you came to the home that night. I was like oh shit, there is girls there which I had no knowledge of and when I did I told them to go, I was like she is going to be angry with me. But I was so happy to see you, like” I laughed “shit, I love you so much and at times I don’t see it because I am in this Rihanna bubble, when I was out of it. I felt shit, you know” lifting my head up looking at Robyn “I would do anything to protect you, it’s not like old times. But I wanted to know you was giving, and you are. You are worth it” I breathed out; I feel emotional.

I sniffled rubbing my face “like you are asking for full custody of Aeko, I want that. It’s no issue to me, because if you get it Chris he will be in school. He will have stability; he will have love. He will be in school from what nine to three or whatever, during that time we have Fenty, she will be asleep. We can have us time, things will work out. Aeko does not bother me because the boy just wants love and he reminds me of you Chris, Royalty has your hyper side but him. He has your calm nature when you’re not in that mood you are loving, attentive, giving. That is him, I love to see it. It will come out that you will get full custody, and do I care about what they say? Not really because at the end of the day I am giving him love his mother is not showing him, my mom said she rather him call her Gran, it’s comforting, and he did. He’s apprehensive with new people, he’s a little like you. He likes his bubble I guess but it’s all new to us, and I am glad it opened your eyes. Your son deserves happiness” nodding my head “he does, I just think he went on in my mind that she threw him to us to make you hate me. She wanted to destroy my marriage, it could have happened, and she wanted that. I saw him has a bad thing; I was scared you know. And then hearing she was mean to him, fucks me up. I am angry at myself for being the way I am, I can imagine she disliked him every time I refused to see her, I hope he doesn’t turn out like me mentally” Robyn shook her head “we going to bring good vibes to that boy, wait till he goes to Barbados. Majesty already teaching him the ways” I busted out laughing “good luck to him, Bajan women don’t play. I know” Robyn winked at me.

I grinned so wide, Stephan is such a romantic at heart “man, guess what? So like I was figuring out what to do, you know with that. So Stephan is like let me look, he helped me out. He picked this hotel for me; he was like Miss Rihanna got to be treated good fam. But should be good, looked good in the pictures. It’s an adult only boutique hotel and we have private beach, private pool, we going to be so good” I am excited “it’s only for one night though, that sucks” looking out of the window as Rich made his way back “I know, but let’s think of the alone time we are going to have” opening the car door “got the keys for you” getting out of the car “thank you” taking the hotel key from him “your butler is going to walk you but I was like these two need privacy and no butler” he laughed “oh one hundred percent, the butler needs to go” holding my hand out for Robyn to get out of the car “Rich take a picture of Chris and I” Robyn is back on her picture mode “my husband looks so handsome, and he smells so good. I promise, one more glass of wine” side eyeing Robyn, she is loving her drink. Letting Robyn’ hand go looking around the area, it is so serene, so quiet and private “Chris” turning back around, placing my arm around Robyn’ should as she leaned into me placing her hand on my chest “got it!” Rich said post it for me and put the caption. The parents, thanks Rich” Robyn looks so excited, she is already skipping to get the bags out.

Robyn squealed as we got into the room “thanks bro, I think we will be ok now. See you tomorrow” dapping Rich “see you tomorrow Chris” kicking the bags inside and letting the door close “Chris, oh my god!! Look at this room, aww. The rose petals and the balloons. But look at the view! The sea view, oh my god!” Robyn is gushing about it all, I am glad she likes it. Putting the bag down “come Chris, let’s go outside, the beach is literally there for us, and there is a bed, we can sleep under the stars!” I chuckled walking towards Robyn as she is pushing open the sliding door wider, stepping outside squinting my eyes. The light sea breeze gently hit my face, it was a nice feeling “come” holding my hand out to Robyn, she placed her hand in mine. There is a rocky surface that leads towards the sea “this is beautiful Robyn, don’t you think” walking onto the rocky surface, Robyn let my hand go “you go ahead, turn to me after. I want a picture of you” nodding my head as I made my way to the edge “turn to me baby” turning around to Robyn “you look so handsome” Robyn took pictures of me “smile” shaking my head but I ended up smiling, I can’t help it. I am here with the love of my life, of course I am happy.

Side eyeing Robyn, like her time away with me is her torturing me “but why?” I said, Robyn zipped up the onesie “because we match, stop being miserable. It’s just me, you and being comfortable” she has really got me out here wearing Savage x Fenty onesie “is this what you had in that bag!? I was expecting sexy lingerie, you fooled me!” I pointed at her, Robyn snorted laughing “but we look cute, come. Let’s take a cute picture in the mirror, I want memories” Robyn hate mes, she has got to hate me to make me wear this and then wanting pictures “let’s save the sexy for later, right now we can just relax” standing behind Robyn poking my lips out “stop it” licking my top lip standing behind Robyn “couples that wear onesies together stay together forever, remember that” laughing at my crazy wife “if I didn’t love you I would be divorcing you” I mean I may be fronting right now but this is comfy “mhmm, these are comfy” I admitted “see! Fenty never fails, now stop whining” jumping on the bed face first “wow, ruining the rose petals on the bed” I am tired now, I am tired from doing nothing and this is all Robyn’ fault.

I lifted my arm onto the back of the couch inviting Robyn to snuggle up next to me “having to go and pee and wearing a onesie is a pain” Robyn complained “mhmm well I got cold without you” I grinned at her “don’t play me, you liar” Robyn snuggled up to my chest, laying her head on my shoulder “never, I really did” entwining her feet with mine while I covered us both with the blanket. We are watching a movie, well I am trying to be good and concentrate on this movie like a good boy, just have some cuddle time but I am dying to just get to the point of having some sex. I think Robyn and I both know what this time is for and it is not this, it’s sex and I want it. My hand moved from the back of the couch to play with Robyn’ hair, then moving my other hand under the blanket and rubbed her thigh. Robyn draped her leg over mine, between me playing with her hair and lightly rubbing her leg, she let out a small content moan. Resting my head atop of hers and smiled, she knows it and here we are in these onesies “gummy bear” I said “mhmm, yeah?” Robyn mumbled “you smell good baby, I like it” she took a deep breath “So do you, you’re being so sweet with me Chris. Like I know, I feel it but here you are being the sweetest most gentle guy with me. I love it” I breathed out laughing but went back to softly caressing her. Robyn sat up from him, twisting her body so that she easily slid into my lap. Both of my hands now rubbed over her legs, I began to massage her inner thighs, I am annoyed that this onesie is in the way now.

Robyn once again moves, it’s like she is irritated “what is it?” I said laughing but she leans in to finally kiss my lips. A soft kiss to my lips but I capture her bottom lip in between mine as we deepened the kissing, our tongues touching. Our kiss morphs from sweet and tender to wet and hungry. She grabs my shoulders and brings her hands behind my neck. My hands grip her waist firmly as I press her down onto me. The kiss breaks away and I traces her lips with my thumb “I want to take my time with you. I want to enjoy you in this moment, I been waiting all this time. It’s going to be good” Robyn smiles, and we kiss more. She kisses my neck. I lean back smiling, Robyn pulled the zip down a little on the onesie as she kisses down my chest, and I lean back farther totally relaxing. Looking behind me, reaching over and grabbing the already pre-made blunts from the side “here” holding it out to her, her lips parted a little and I placed the blunt between her lips “you know how to smoke this still?” I grinned and then bit my bottom lips, lighting the blunt for her and then placed the lighter behind me. Looking back at my wife as she smoked the blunt, she looks like she is in euphoria right now, she moved closed to me and blew the smoke in my face before pressing a kiss to my lips “you happy now” I chuckled kissing her lips again “I will be back, just wait there” Robyn smirked as she shuffled off of me with the blunt.

I hope I am still as arousing as I was to him, I hope I get the reaction I want from him. I swear if he makes me angry then I will be so angry and this whole night will be ruined and I will not give him any sex, I really won’t. Taking in a deep breath as I made my way out of the bedroom with my silk robe, I made the effort. I did my makeup again; I just hope he isn’t in that mood. I am feeling really sensitive about myself because of like the change in my body, it’s hard. Slowly walking towards the couch, Chris’ arm just resting across the back of the couch, he is still watching the movie. The heels hitting the marble flooring with each step, watching Chris’ hand flinch, he knows I am coming. I hate that I am already ready to giggle, I am feeling a little nervous at the same time. Chris hasn’t turned his head to look at all, he remained in that position of just watching the TV. I just want to see the look in his eyes, go back to the way he would take his time to satisfy me constantly.

Chris has such an attitude sitting on this couch, he knows and he instantly chuckled “was I long?” untying the robe in front of him and dropping it to the ground exposing the lace corset, Chris mouth fell open, now I don’t know what to do with myself “no” he breathed out, he gulped as he watched me “wow, your body” he licked his lips, now I feel all shy because of his glare. Chris got up from the couch “don’t be shy, you look so beautiful. Like on god” he looked down at himself “my dick is getting hard already, wow” he grabbed my hand “twirl for me” I giggled as I twirled for him slowly “my, my, my Robyn Brown” I let out a yelp as he slapped my bare butt and gripped it, pulling me closer to him “I am so turned on now” biting my bottom lip staring up at Chris, feeling Chris’ hand dip to my panties, he gasped “say what!?” I laughed “uh, they are crotchless” he raised an eyebrow, he is shocked at such a thing “no need to wait got a thing then huh”

Chris held me in his arms and we both locked eyes as Chris slid into me with ease, my wet walls griping him tightly. My back against the ball, he held my hands against the wall above my head, thrusting in and out of me, I expected him to be fast but he was easing himself in and out, I breathed out feeling him fill me with his whole length “fuck me” Chris moaned, I arched my hips out, meeting him with each thrust. My legs tied around his waist, pushing him in closer “Chris!” I gasped out tilting my head back, he let go of my hands and placed one of his hands on my lower back. I clung to him, my body falling weak with pleasure. Loud gasps and moans filled the room. My muscles involuntarily clenching around him as he hit her with one powerful stroke after another “Fuck yes, Fitz, just... ahhhh..” I bit into my bottom lip, my eyes rolling to the back of her head. Chris gripped my neck, pulling my head back and placing wet kisses to my neck. Licking his way around my neck “Chris” I cried out, my eyes wide with pleasure. I shuddered and my mouth fell open but only a gentle coo left my lips, my orgasm knocking me silent. Placing my hands at the side of Chris’ face just staring into his eyes “fuck, I love you” Chris said as he kissed me roughly.

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How to Win a Guy in 30 Days CH3

I finally got around to doing this lol. Only one more chapter to go after this one. Onichan had me all kinds of salty, so I had Marinette and Kagami make up in this chapter because I’m fucking tired of their rivalry. Also Marinette’s dress in this chapter is this one from Jeremy’s insta.  

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Chapter 3

“So, you spent the day together on the beach, and that’s how you got together?” Emma leaned against the kitchen counter as Marinette prepared their sandwiches for lunch.

“No.” Emma flopped over with a groan.

“This story is like a million hours long!” Emma whined, and Marinette pursed her lips to hide her smirk.

“Try living through it,” she said pointedly. “Now, our little bonding moment on the beach didn’t go unnoticed, in fact, we made the front cover of a tabloid magazine a week later.”

- - -

“I’m sorry!”

Adrien wore an apologetic wince on the screen as Marinette stared down at the cover on her lap. The two of them sprawled out together at the beach, smiling, laughing. In the corner was a picture of him carrying her with a caption about their supposed secret relationship.

“I know it’s been going on to some extent since that day at the movies, but this is way worse,” he said with a sigh.

“No, no, it’s okay,” she insisted. “I don’t mind.”

“I know, but I still feel like I should apologize,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d hate to inconvenience you or have my fans send you hate mail or something.”

“I won’t take it personally. You’re my friend, Adrien, and it’s just some silly tabloid,” she waved it away, though she secretly planned to keep that cover forever.

“Okay, but please tell me if something like that happens,” he said, eyebrows furrowing, and Marinette offered him a soft smile.

“I will,” she promised, and he seemed to relax.

“How’s your ankle?”

“A lot better now. I can walk on it just fine,” she said, glancing down and wiggling it.

“I’m glad. I know it’s rough climbing the stairs with a hurt foot. One time my father had to have a room set up for me downstairs because I couldn’t make it all the way up to my room.”

“Papa had to carry me up for the first couple days. The real challenge was not falling again and making it worse,” she said, and they both shared a laugh. “Um, thanks for all of your help carrying my books and holding doors for me.”

“No problem. I know you’d do the same for me, so I was happy to help,” he assured her. “By the way, my father is hosting a branding gala at the Agreste foundation soon, and since your hat won his contest, I convinced him to invite you.”

“For real?” She gasped, eyes widening.

“It’s next week, but I figured you’d want time to plan your outfit. It’s formal attire,” he said, and she felt her heart leap. “I’ll deliver your proper invite tomorrow.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She bounced giddily, and Adrien chuckled.

“You’re welcome. Usually these things are boring, but it’ll be way more fun with you there.” Her cheeks flushed at that. “Anyway, I’ll see you at school.”

“Yeah, see you,” she waved, falling back onto her chaise with a squeal the moment they hung up before surging forward again with a new sense of purpose.

She had work to do!

- - -

“Why didn’t you ask him to be your real boyfriend? You two got along so well,” Emma asked around a mouthful.

“Because it wasn’t the right time. Your father and I were great friends before we started dating, and that friendship was important,” Marinette said, holding up a finger. “Improving your relationship as friends only makes your romantic relationship stronger later.”

“I guess,” Emma rolled her eyes. “So, tell me about the gala! Did you make your own dress?”

“I didn’t make just any dress, my dear. I made the dress.”

- - -

“Whoa.” Her friends all stared at her in awe as Marinette situated her skirt.

“How do I look?” Marinette asked, clasping her hands behind her back.

“I know you want to capture his attention and all, but I think you’re going to kill him, girl,” Alya said, looking her up and down. “Seriously, you look stunning.”

“Yeah, the dress turned out awesome,” Alix echoed.

“You look so beautiful!”

Marinette’s cheeks flushed as her friends showered her with praise before her mother poked her head through the trap door.

“Ready to go, sweetie?”

“Go get him, girl,” Alya pulled her in for a hug followed by the rest of her friends, and Marinette took a deep breath before carefully making her way downstairs.

Her father teared up when he saw her, and Marinette bit back a smile. In a way, it made her a little self-conscious to have everyone staring at her, but everything was worth it the moment she arrived at the gala.

Adrien was chatting with Kagami which in most instances would have made her uneasy, but as soon as she walked through the door, Adrien stopped mid-sentence, eyes locked on her. Kagami turned to glare at her, but Marinette simply smiled and waved as Adrien approached her.

“You made it!” He grinned, exchanging kisses with her before examining her dress. “Did you make this yourself?”

“Yep! She beamed as he spun her around.

“You look incredible,” he said before perking up as an idea flashed in his head. “Let’s go show my father. I’m sure he’ll be impressed.”

“Oh, I don’t want to bother him,” Marinette curled her shoulders, feeling a bit embarrassed at the thought of Gabriel Agreste judging one of her designs. A hat was one thing, but she poured everything into this dress. She’d be crushed if he hated it.

“Don’t worry. He’s gonna love it,” Adrien assured her, offering an arm which she reluctantly took.

Marinette glanced around at the other well-to-do partygoers as they approached Nathalie, spotting Chloe and her mother across the room. Great. Now she had two people to dodge all evening.

“Nathalie,” Adrien tapped her shoulder, and his father’s assistant turned, a grey tablet in her hands. “Father, this is Marinette, the contest winner.”

“Yes, I remember,” Gabriel nodded. “Welcome to my gala.”

“Thank you, sir,” Marinette said politely.

“Marinette designed and made her dress tonight, and I wanted to show you,” Adrien nudged her forward as Gabriel flicked his gaze to her.

She smiled sheepishly, squirming a little as he studied her. His expression was so emotionless and hard to read, and she couldn’t tell what was running through his mind which only made her blood pump faster.

“Very fine work, Marinette,” he said finally. “We may very well be attending one of your galas in a few years.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Agreste,” she bowed, cheeks pink. “And thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A designer of your caliber will always have a place at my galas.”

Her heart shot up to her throat as Adrien bid him farewell and led her away. She wasn’t sure if her feet were even touching the ground anymore.

“See? Told you he’d be impressed,” Adrien said with a grin.

“I can’t feel my legs,” she sighed, clasping her hands over her heart, and Adrien chuckled in amusement.

“Come on, I’ll help you find them. Let’s go dance,” he took her hand and pulled her over to the dance floor.

Cold glares from Kagami and Chloe aside, she had to admit it felt pretty good to be in his arms, swaying in time with the music. Tonight was the best night of her life, although, her happiness was short-lived.

“I’m cutting in.”

Before Marinette could process, strong hands pulled her away from Adrien, spinning her away. When she righted herself, she turned to see Kagami in her place wearing a smug grin. Adrien seemed a little confused, but nonetheless surrendered his attention.

Feeling slightly annoyed, Marinette stormed off to the buffet where she grumpily stuffed her face with hor d’ouerves. Of course, she should have expected such retaliation; Kagami wasn’t one to take things lying down, especially when it came to Adrien. Though, she supposed she more than deserved it given some of her own stints of jealousy in the past, and she had caught his attention, even if only for a little while. Tonight was still a win in her book.

“Having fun, Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

She suppressed an eye roll as she stuffed another mini quiche into her mouth and turned to see Chloe standing with a hand on her hip and a scowl on her face.

“I was until I had to witness your terrible makeup choices,” she grumbled.

“Ha-ha, but don’t think I didn’t notice you dancing with Adrien. Don’t fool yourself into thinking he’s going to fall in love with you over some ugly dress,” Chloe sneered. “You’re always going to be too low class for him no matter how much you dress yourself up.”

“We’ll see about that Chloe. Unlike you, Adrien isn’t such a stuck-up snob who worries about those things which is why you’ll never stand a chance with him,” Marinette said before turning and walking away, leaving Chloe fuming.

As annoying as Chloe could be, Marinette knew she was right about Adrien. He’d never fall for someone so shallow and full of herself, so really her only true rival for his affection was Kagami. The only problem with that was that Kagami was really good at getting her way, but tonight was the night when all of that changed.

“We need to talk,” Kagami grabbed her wrist and toted her off.

“About what?” Marinette grunted under Kagami’s steely grip.

“You are so shameless,” Kagami growled once they reached the foyer. “Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. You’re conspiring with Chloe again to get to Adrien.”

“Actually, I was just enjoying the desserts,” Marinette held up a macaron.

“Don’t play innocent,” Kagami slapped it from her hand as she went to take a bite. “I know you’re working against me. Your sprained ankle at the beach that you milked for a week to keep Adrien’s attention, and now you show up here in a big pink dress just to steal him away from me. What did I ever do to you?”

“What did I ever do to you?” Marinette shot back. “What? You think I wanted to sprain my ankle? Ever since you moved here you’ve always been cold to me, and any time that I so much as look at Adrien, you cling to him and glare at me.”

“I only do that because of how much attention he pays you!” Kagami shouted, and Marinette stepped back a little, eyebrows raising.

“What?” Marinette blinked, and Kagami turned away purposefully.

“Ever since I met him, Adrien has spoken so highly of you. He always insists that you’re just friends, but I can tell he has feelings for you,” Kagami explained. “So when he asked me on a date, I was so excited because I thought that he liked me, but then I show up and you’re there. I tried not to let it get to me, but he kept looking at you and then he just left me for you. He asked me on a date then spent the whole time chasing you. How do you think that made me feel? You’re always stealing him out from underneath me.”

“I’m sorry,” Marinette said, and Kagami rolled her eyes. “No, really. I am. I like Adrien, but I didn’t go on that date to steal him. Adrien told me that he liked you, but he was nervous to be alone with you, so I went to support him.”

“He doesn’t like me enough, apparently,” Kagami grumbled. “Every time you fall down, he comes running. He never even looks back at me.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way. All this time I’ve been worried about losing him to you because you’re so confident and strong and pretty,” Marinette said, and Kagami’s cheeks flushed. “I wish I was more like you. I can’t even get my words right around him half the time.”

“I am pretty amazing,” she nodded with a smirk. “But sometimes I wish that I could be soft and cute like you. Boys like that. Adrien is the first boy that’s ever asked me out. The rest are all too afraid.”

“Maybe instead of fighting with each other, we should be helping each other,” Marinette suggested. “You can teach me to be more confident, and I can help you loosen up.”

“What about Adrien?” Kagami quirked a brow.

“I already decided once that I’d be okay if he ends up with you. I just want him to be happy, don’t you?” Marinette asked, and Kagami shifted her weight. “Let’s call a truce, and let Adrien decide what he wants.”

Marinette held out a hand, and Kagami eyed it a moment before bowing.

“I accept your truce, and if you will offer it, your friendship,” she said, and a smile curled on Marinette’s lips.

“Of course.”

Slow applause sounded from the corner of the room, and they turned to see Chloe approaching with a smirk.

“Very moving, you two, but this is exactly the reason neither of you are going to end up with Adrien,” Chloe said, examining her nails.

“What because you think he’s going to pick you?” Marinette quirked a brow. “In case you haven’t noticed, he’s always running away from you.”

“Adrikins and I go way back. No one knows him better than I do,” she bragged, rolling her eyes.

“What’s his favorite color?” Marinette asked, folding her arms over her chest.

“Red,” Chloe said as if it were obvious.

“According to his latest interview in Vogue, his favorite color is blue,” Marinette shook her head, and Chloe bristled.

“Marinette is right. You are not a threat to us,” Kagami said coldly. “You’re nothing more than a self-absorbed brat who only cares about boosting her own place in life.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to end up poor and sad like Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe grunted, and Kagami stalked forward and grabbed her by the necklace.

“If you ever say so much as one thing to her ever again, I will rip every hair from your head, do you understand me?” She growled. “Now, get out of my sight.”

Chloe’s eyes widened with fear as Kagami released her hold and turned to stalk back to the main room, taking Marinette’s arm. They only made it a few steps before Marinette jerked backwards, and the foyer echoed with a rip. They spun around to see Chloe wearing a wicked grin with her food on the end of Marinette’s skirt.

“You pathetic, disgusting wench!” Kagami shouted as Marinette gathered up her skirt, tears welling in her eyes.

“This is what happens when talentless people try to play designer,” Chloe said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’ll never be worthy of Adrien. Stop kidding yourself.”

Kagami glared as she turned and strutted off before turning to Marinette.

“It’s ruined!” She hiccupped, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“What a brat,” Kagami spat, assessing the damage. It was bad. The skirt had separated from the bodice in a long tear that Marinette held together to keep from exposing herself.

“Maybe she’s right,” Marinette said. “Maybe I’m not worthy of Adrien.”

“Don’t listen to her. She’s the human embodiment of trash,” Kagami said, attempting to reach out to her, but Marinette brushed her off.

“Tell Adrien I’m sorry. I’m gonna go sit in the bathroom and wait for my mom,” she said dejectedly before slowly limping off.

Kagami watched her go with a wince before pressing her lips together and rushing out into the ballroom.

“Adrien,” she said, taking his arm. “Marinette needs help.”

“What happened?” He sobered, spine straightening.

“Chloe ripped her dress. She’s hiding in the bathroom,” Kagami said, and he patted her shoulders.

“Thanks, Kagami,” he nodded before rushing off.

Kagami felt a twinge of longing watching him run after Marinette yet again. Adrien was so considerate and concerned for his friends; it really was admirable. As much as she loved him, part of her feared that he would never truly love her in return. He’d always be chasing Marinette, and it tore her heart in two. She was the best at everything she put her mind to, but yet when it came to love, she always seemed to be in second place with no way to earn first.

She wasn’t used to settling, and she didn’t like it. It made her feel worthless and hurt, and part of her wondered if it was worth the pain. She deserved the best, and Adrien was the best she’d found, but if he didn’t love her then was he really worth fighting for? She wasn’t sure he was.

“Marinette?” Adrien knocked frantically on the bathroom door, and the girl inside jumped in surprise. “It’s Adrien. Open up.”

“I can’t,” she replied with a sniffle.

“Kagami told me what happened. I want to help you,” he said, and she turned the ripped fabric over in her hands. “Please?”

Slowly, she stood up, bunching the fabric to cover herself carefully before opening the door. Adrien surveyed her tear-stained cheeks and sullen expression with a frown before flicking his gaze to the wad of ruffles in her hand.

“I’m sorry, Marinette. I know you worked really hard on this,” he said, placing a hand on her arm. “I’ve always known that Chloe is mean, but this crosses a line.”

“She’s always been like this to me, ever since we were little. She always does the worst to me, putting gum in my hair, spilling things on my new dresses, ruining my projects…” Marinette averted her gaze and shifted her weight.

“What can I do to help?” Adrien asked, green eyes searching hers pleadingly.

“Invent a way to make Chloe a better person,” she grunted, shifting her gaze to the tear. “I think I should just go home.”

“What? No!” Adrien stepped into her path, placing a hand on her waist.

“Adrien, my dress is ruined. I can’t go back out there like this,” she lifted her shoulders and nodded to the tear.

“I’ll help you fix it,” he insisted.

“How? I don’t suppose you have a sewing machine hiding in your coat,” she retorted, and Adrien pursed his lips in thought.

“Come with me,” he said, taking her other hand and leading her to the elevator. “The Agreste foundation headquarters does a lot of work making clothes and blankets for third world countries. There’s probably a sewing machine in one of the offices upstairs.”

“Is it really okay for us to do this?” Marinette curled her shoulders as he pulled her through the doors and hit a button.

“This is the Agreste foundation, and my name is Adrien Agreste. I’ll take the blame if we get in trouble,” he winked, and a small smile curled on her lips.

“Thank you, Adrien.”

When the elevator opened, Adrien led her down the hall, peeking into each room until they finally found what they were looking for. Adrien found a long trench coat in a nearby closet and politely turned his back while she changed. She set to work loading the thread, and Adrien watched her work with a content smile. It was fun to see her focus so hard. Cute, even.

When she finally finished, she held the dress up with a smile before hugging it to her chest, and Adrien left her to change once more. She examined herself in the mirror, swaying side to side to ensure that the damage was fully repaired. She’d have to remember to thank Kagami for if she hadn’t alerted Adrien, she’d probably be crying on the way home right now. Even after everything she was willing to forgive Marinette and help her. She could see why Adrien liked her. She was surprising soft under her harsh exterior.

“You can’t even tell it was ripped,” Adrien remarked, strolling back in with his hands in his pockets. “I really am sorry about Chloe. I’ll talk to her.”

“I know perfectly well what Chloe is like,” Marinette rolled her eyes. “Thank you for helping me.”

“You did most of the work. I just brought you up here and watched,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You really are talented.”

Her cheeks flushed at that.

“Shall we go back to the party?” She asked, and Adrien pursed his lips, rocking back on his heels.

“Actually, I was thinking we could hang out up here for a while. We got interrupted while we were dancing earlier, and I was kind of hoping to pick up where we left off…” He flicked his gaze up to hers. “If you want.”

Marinette’s heart skipped as she gave a small nod, and Adrien pulled out his phone, setting it on a table as soft music emanated from the speaker. He pulled her in close, and she rested her head on his shoulder as they began to dance. Being so close to him, swaying slowly in his arms, making up with Kagami…Tonight really was the best night after all.

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Anemoia Ch-5

Anemoia n; Nostalgia for a time you’ve never known.

Pairing: JaehyunxReader

Summary: A chance meeting with unfathomable emotions and a few vivid dreams of an unknown time. All moments leading to one question, “Have we met?”

Mini Masterlist

They sat downstairs, eating waffles and talking about the past few years. They talked about their hobbies and dreams and everything in between.

“How is everyone this fine morning?” Johnny asked as he sat down beside Jaehyun with a plate of sausages and an omelette.

“Are you having a nice weekend?” Taeyong asked and she nodded with a smile as he sat down beside her.

Slowly the large table Jaehyun sat at with her first was filled with his members who spoke to her about innumerous things. Jaehyun sat back and just watched her smile, talk and laugh with his small family. He didn't think it was possible to feel this much affection for a person before this moment. As if by some invisible force, she turned to him and caught his eye. Smiling at him tenderly enough to make his heart burst.

She sat on the edge of her bed as it poured outside her window. Her phone buzzed anxiously a few times but she kept her gaze focused on the rain outside, dulling out all other sounds with the loud beating of the rain. Pain shot up her abdomen making her physically wince for the first time, but in her haze she was already picking up her things and making her way out the door.

Jaehyun stood behind the glass doors, tapping his foot as he stared out at the heavy downpour with his phone against his ear. He rubbed his chest, trying to ease the persistent discomfort present.

“We have to go.” A gentle hand landed on his shoulder and Jaehyun flinched.

“Just a bit more.” He pleaded and Johnny nodded, watching Jaehyun's eyes not shift from the torrential downpour outside the doors.

When their manager asked them to firmly move to the van, Jaehyun took in a shaky breath and nodded. Raising his umbrella, he walked out of the hotel lobby onto the pavement. His steps faltered and he waited for everyone to step into the vehicle first.

“Jaehyun!” He felt his eyes brim at the voice, his chest erupted into rapid beats. He turned and let out a relieved gasp when her figure appeared through the rain. Without thought he embraced her, his umbrella flying away in the wind.

“I thought you wouldn't come.” He really hoped the loud beating of the rain masked his sobs, he was embarrassed of the tears he kept shedding in her presence.

“I left my phone at home. God I thought I missed you.” She sighed as her hands went up to hold him. He kissed her entire face like it was the last time, holding her cheeks in his palm delicately.

“I'm sorry.” She whispered and he smiled against her eyes.

“It doesn't matter, I'm just glad you're here. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't see your face before leaving.” He left a soft kiss on her nose, her back stiffened at the words.

When he finally captured her lips in his he felt so completely relieved that he knew nothing else would ever feel this strongly anymore. When he got into the van after his hasty farewell, his own state of mind scared him. It was genuinely beyond him how he could be so affected by one person, and with a growing distance, reminiscent memories seemed to add to the fright.

“Why are you so sour these days?” Haechan asked Jaehyun with ernest confusion. Jaehyun shot him a look.

“Don’t.” Taeyong warned but Jaehyun had already gotten up and left. He sighed and shook his head, “Leave him alone.” Taeyong warned the younger boy, and everyone in the room effectively before going back to doing what he was doing

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Jaehyun sat on his bed, scrolling through his messages once again. He read over her last message a thousand times, a simple ‘how are you’ caught in his throat. He threw his phone across the bed and roughly pushed his hand through his hair, huffing loudly when his phone slid far enough to fall on the wooden floor with a loud clatter. He wriggled on the bed and shifted to the edge, picking up his phone. Out of restless curiosity, he clicked on the Instagram logo, scrolling through the different pictures on his feed with annoyed hurry, his fingers coming to a hasty halt when he saw a familiar name. He stared a picture of a set of a photoshoot, the caption a simple ‘work’. The picture didn’t seem to satisfy and he was already on her page.

He smiled at a picture of a cup of coffee, the caption reading ‘It’s too early’. He laughed at a picture of an empty glass, the words ‘so much for saving face’ below it, endearing in it’s reference. He licked his lips when he scrolled by a picture of a cupcake, grinning sheepishly at ‘did I make you hungry?’. His chest fluttered delicately when he saw her smile, her eyes hidden behind her hands and her cheeks dusted pink, ‘This ruins my carefully crafted aesthetic.’, he vehemently disagreed. A picture of rice and some meat beside it made his stomach rumble softly, he gave a quick nod at ‘Would you like some?’

His smile seemed to fade when he looked at a picture of a window, the view outside blurred with rain, ‘보고 싶어’- I miss you, it was almost too personal for him to bare. He huffed loudly and dropped his phone gently on the floor.

He lay in bed with his phone in his palm, typing a few letters, before erasing it again, groaning at his state, the last message was dated a week ago

I can see you typing for 15 minutes now Jaehyun, what is it?

He dropped his phone like it scorched him and hid his face in his hands. After he realised how stupid he looked in the moment, he picked up his phone and typed into it.

How have you been?

His heart seemed to beat too loudly, his fingers tapping the side of his phone anxiously. He groaned when he realised how stupid his message was, kicking his blanket in frustration. When she replied he quickly picked up his phone again.

Good. You seem busy these days though.

Guilt drained the blood from his face. He kept the phone down, leaving her hanging once again and he turned over in bed. He wanted to talk to her, he wanted to hold her if he could. Instead he groaned loudly again.

He stared at his phone screen with an intense vigour one evening, not really looking at anything, occasionally letting a groan slip past his lips. He lay on the couch with his long frame sprawled on it. A few of his members sat at the dining table watching him with concern.

“Can you just talk to her? I don’t even understand why you’re avoiding her if it bothers you so much.” Johnny sighed, facing Jaehyun who still kept his eyes glued on the phone.

“I think she’s mad at me.” Jaehyun mumbled, gasping when an unexpected object was thrown at his face.

“Of course she is, sort it out with her now!” Johnny instructed but he adamantly shook his head.

“No. It’s good that she is. She’ll move on soon.” Johnny furrowed his brows.

“What are you trying to do Jaehyun?” Taeyong asked seriously and Jaehyun sat up, back dropping in sadness.

“I shouldn’t be doing this, to myself or to her. I don’t have the time or luxury to date. What if people find out? What if they don’t approve? What if she leaves me because it’s too hard? She doesn’t like clingy people and I just want to lie in her arms forever. I like coffee and she likes tea, we’re too different. Maybe it won’t work and I’ll have wasted her time. What if she finds out what I’m really like and decides I’m not worth it?” He panted after his rant, the fears he held seemed more real when he verbalised it.

“Wow.” Haechan said softly, earning a warning glance from Taeyong.

“All of those are valid concerns, doesn’t mean you leave the poor girl hanging like that. If it really bothers you then tell her the truth.” Taeyong explained calmly making Jaehyun pout.

“But.” He rubbed his chest slowly trying to say something to avoid the solution.

“But you like her, possibly a lot.” Johnny sighed and Jaehyun nodded lowering his head.

“I don’t know what to do okay? She scares me, I scare myself sometimes. I’ve never felt like this, but I’m also scared about what’s at the end of this.” His voice was a weak mumble, his friends sympathising with him.

“We can’t tell you what to do Jaehyun.” Johnny said sadly and Taeyong could only nod in agreement, both sad at not being able to help.

Jaehyun got out of the van hesitantly, staring at the familiar old house in front of him. He pushed his clammy hands into his pockets and walked forward. The moment he saw his mother open the door he embraced her, wishing he was five year old again when he believed that no one would find him in her embrace, he was safe.

“What’s wrong Jaehyun?” She asked with concern, stroking his head comfortingly.

“Work is too hard right now.” He spoke with a muffled voice, finally pushing away a smile on his face as he came inside the house.

“You look like someone broke your heart.” His mom laughed but he smiled sadly. She sat him down on the couch and went away to get him something hot to drink and warm up. She sat beside him, just silently watching her son as he sipped on the warm beverage gratefully.

“I think I’m in love Mom.” Jaehyun couldn’t help the smile on his face, his mother’s face lighting up with obvious excitement.

“But I’m scared I’ll ruin it. I think I already have.” He combed his fingers through his hair, sighing loudly.

“It’s rare to find something so incredible that it terrifies you. When I found out I was having you, I was scared too. But it was the good kind. Fear is good Jaehyun, it reminds us that nothing lasts so we should enjoy it.” He put a comforting hand on his.

“It’s not even been that long, and I feel like I’m not me without her. What if she leaves?” He winced when his mother slapped his head.

“Then you should focus on making sure she doesn’t. Coming to me crying won’t solve anything.” She scolded and he laughed.

“You don’t even know her.” He chuckled and she hummed.

“Yes, and if she makes you feel the way you say you do, I want you to bring her to me. But for that you should work on it.” She spoke with a lighter tone.

“What if she doesn’t want me anymore mom?” Jaehyun asked, clearly nervous.

“Putting yourself out there for love is an amazing and very brave thing to do, despite the consequences.” She laughed when he kissed her cheek, thanking her profusely.

He sighed with content as he walked into the dorm and went into the kitchen for some water, he looked at the few people around, giving him a strange look.

“Are you okay?” Doyoung asked with a frown and Jaehyun offered him bright smile instead.

“Never been better.” His voice was light as he walked into the kitchen where Haechan eyed him with suspicion and worry.

“Hyung you’re worrying me lately.” He mumbled and Jaehyun laughed, opening the fridge and taking a bottle out.

“You’re worried? How cute, my small friend takes such good care of me.” He went up to him and gave a constricting hug that made Haechan protest loudly.

“Stop bothering him.” Taeyong walked into the kitchen and spoke without giving them a glance. Jaehyun pulled off him with a bashful face.

“Sure!” He nodded as Haechan glared at him dangerously.

“I’m going to go meet her during our break next week.” He sang his words as he exited the kitchen, leaving them behind with enlightened eyes.

She walked up to her door with clammy hands, the doorbell rang the second time and she huffed at his impatience. His bright smile made her melt but she glanced at his figure.

“You look thinner.” She pointed out, he looked confused.

“You haven’t seen me in seven months-” He wanted to explain but she clicked her tongue.

“You look weak, you need to take care of yourself better. I don’t think your fans will appreciate it either” She scolded him and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, walking forward to embrace her but she swatted his shoulder.

“No, you listen to me Jung Jaehyun. You’ll end up seriously sick.” She spoke and he gave her a wide grin, leaning down and leaving a chaste kiss on her cheek before she could protest.

“I love you too. Can I come in now?” He laughed at her shocked nod. Her hand went up to caress her cheek. Jaehyun dropped his bags on the floor and turned to her with a smile and a long sigh.

“I drool in my sleep sometimes. I can't eat spicy food, I can be a little excessive about gym. I eat the pizza crust after I've finished eating and Doyoung says that's weird.” He scratched his head as she laughed at his words, amused and intrigued.

“I'm fidgety in my sleep so it might be difficult to share a bed with me. I am also not a particularly interesting person.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, “I can cook only three dishes, but I make them very well. Taeyong says I'm a bit of a slob but my mess has an order okay?” She laughed and the sound of it made his lips turn wider.

“Why are you telling me these things?” She tilted her head to the side and questioned. He laughed bashfully, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Because I think I might love you and I want you to know all the good, bad and the mundane things about me.” He confessed to her lightly as she stared at him with brimming adoration.

“I was so scared but I didn't realise it was because this is so real.” He pulled her closer still, telling himself to believe that she was here with him and that they were together.

“The way my heart erupts into a fight when I'm around you is real.” He bought her hand up to place it on his chest and hearing his erratic heartbeat made hers rise.

“The way my members say I smile when I think about you, talk to you, talk about you. You name it.” She chuckled and he smiled at her endearingly, “That's real.”

“The restlessness and annoyance I feel when I haven't talked to you in more than a few days is also real.” He bought up her fingers to his lips and kissed them individually.

“When I'm with you, I feel comfortable. I feel complete, like I was waiting for something to happen all my life and now it's in front of me.” She smiled wistfully at his words.

“And I know you feel the same. I was doubting it all, but when I see you now I just know. We love each other (Y/N), and I can't get myself to hide that because of what might happen.” He kissed her forehead.

“You’re so cheesy! What did I do to deserve you?” She chuckled again, holding him in an embrace.

“You must have saved a country in your past life.” He cradled her head gently, both of them laughing.

“I'm scared too. I've never needed another person like this. It's like I need you to feel like myself. It's just new, and scary.” She rested her head on his chest, listening to his slowing heartbeat. They sat on the couch, close together. His arms wrapped around her as he held her close to him.

“I've never been in a serious relationship before.” Jaehyun told her, she nodded.

“I never felt ready.” She added and Jaehyun hummed in agreement.

“But you hit me like a truck.” She chuckled at her own words.

“I don't think I ever got back the breath you took away from me the first time we met.” He kissed her head and she wriggled in his hold.

“Are you mocking me? I had just gotten up to go get some coffee. Plus I must have looked like a creep asking for a picture like that?” She shivered, burying her face in embarrassment. Jaehyun laughed and tightened his embrace.

“I'm used to people asking me for pictures (Y/N).” He playfully flicked her forehead. She looked up rubbing her forehead with a pout.

“So I was like any other fan?” She baited him. He turned up his eyes, recalling the old memories.

“At the moment that's what I thought. Actually I didn't really actively think about it till I saw you at that restaurant.” He nodded at his memory, she furrowed her brows at his words.

“Why?” She asked curiously, Jaehyun blushed deep making her eyes gloss over with curiosity.

“I don't know, I just kept feeling this annoying itch. Like when you've left your house and you keep thinking you forgot something. But then when I spotted you it's like the breath I was holding the entire time just made sense. I was so relieved and happy to see you again. It was confusing at first, but I won't dissect every good thing till it's a cause and effect.” He smiled with surety.

“What is that even supposed to mean?” She hid her face in his chest and he embraced her.

“It means, I knew then that I'd be crazy about you. So I won't fight it.” He shrugged unaware of how his words made her heart lunge in her throat and beat erratically. She lifted her head to meet his eyes and pecked his lips gently, heart still fluttering at the action.

“I love you.” He bumped their noses together, scrunching his own shyly.

“Will you wait for me to say it when I mean it?” She looked away nervously. He smiled, following her face to make her look at him.

“I'd wait lifetimes for you.” He said it with simple confidence, in a way that makes it truly worth believing. He pecked her nose again making her smile as he kissed her lips more attentively this time, hands moving to hold her waist.