#like its NOT good or normal to jolt upright out of bed because your cat wakes you up slamming themselves against a door screaming at you

[contagious-addiction]

One day i will be freed from being woken up at 2am by my cat

[sly-merlin]

killing me- 9

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre :    angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : smut, drinking ,mention of weapons

words :: 7k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or              

                    “  curiousity got the cat hitched”

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note:: unedited! i’m a bit busy so i’ll try to edit it before sleep!

“yuta.”

“bake up.”

Yuta groaned at the foreign force shaking him repeatedly. He moved, crashing his face further into the sheets, swatting the alien hands away from himself.

“wake up you horse!” this time yuta heard the gurgling voice a bit more clearly. Someone was trying to disturb his sleep. Staying on his stomach and titling his half body to face the uninvited guest, he made out a face that matched johnnys. His face fell flat on the mattress again until he realised what or whom he has seen! He jolted upright, squatting, to face johnny.

“what are you doing here.” He mumbled with eyes still closed, stretching his arms on the sheets.

“it’s 1p.m!why you still sleeping dude?” johnny’s exasperated voice sounded too loud to yuta’s morning self. Or afternoon!

“It’s m-” a long yawn stretched his mouth into an oval shape, that he didn’t mind covering “its my house. I’ll do whatever I want but what are you even doing here?” he completed quietly.

“why are you still sleeping. You weren’t even drunk. Get up and tell me where is y/n!”

“so you are not here for me!” yuta pouted at johnny before throwing himself on the bed again, covering himself with sheets.

“what the fuck yuta! You are not a baby and tell me where is she? Did you even drive her back?” johnny asked sternly, removing his layer of protection.

“the only thing I can assure is that I wanna sleep more. And about your big fat crush! She certainly came back with me but she was crying so I won’t be surprised if she left already.” As soon as yuta’s almost inaudible words reached johnny’s ears, he jogged outside the room, checking the lock of your room. He sighed in relief at the secured lock. You didn’t leave and he was glad.

Johnny noticed your movements when you signed those papers. He was cursing at himself for not interfering but not like it’d have made any difference! The best he could do was to make sure you were fine at the end. Regardless of the fact that your phone was switched off, he was trying it continuously since yesterday night. Countless phone calls and messages but all were futile. His anger on taeyong was just fuelling by your ignorance.

Annoyingly, he fisted his hair before going for yuta’s room again.

“is she in university right now?” he asked yuta, who was looking like a dead body with an open mouth.

“bloody hell nakamoto! Wake up!” he shouted at him, this time the sheets were tossed on the floor.

“johnny babes, just track her. Don’t shout at me. I didn’t do anything this time.”

“you seriously ate your ethics yuta. I’m not needed there so I’m staying until she’s back.” Johnny declared, making his way outside on the couches.

“not needed my ass john suh. Ate my ethics! Says the one who’s seducing his own sister-in-law.” He only muttered before drifting back into paradise.

johnny just sat there in front of the t.v, mindlessly waiting for you, unknown guilt corroding his mind and heart.

***************

Doyeon and mingi’s whispering felt like a hammer to your head. The incessant pounding was the result of some expensive alcohol and the stupid tears. If exams were not approaching in two weeks, you’d have stayed longer to sulk but their future was as important as yours and only one more week was left so you just sucked it up. Now you were eating the lunch brought by mingi while testing them for exam.

“civil laws suck.” Mingi exclaimed, hitting doyeon on the arm.

“no! your brain sucks.” Doyeon reiterated, poking his head with her pencil.

“wtf doyie! My brain is totally packed up to the brim. if you love it so much, then tell me the answer of question 6!” a smug smile made its way to mingi’s lips.

“what’s wrong with no.6 mingi?” you questioned, perplexed as there was no difficulty in the paper yet he was still looking here and there.

“umm. Non bis in idem! It’s not given anywhere. Right?” he hesitantly asked for he knew he was wrong, somewhere.

“what was the paper you wrote last time?” you tried not to unleash your anger on them, so you kept your voice as low as possible.

“double jeopardy!”

“and?”

“and?”

“what the heck mingi! Didn’t you mention the legal maxim of dj?”

“maybe not!”

“what kind of law student forgets about legal maxims duffus! Non bis in idem means double jeopardy.” You reprimanded him tiredly, not in the mood to put up much fight with him.

“sorry” he said, head hung low.

“don’t be mingi. I won’t gain anything from this. you need to study for yourself. now complete this before I give you a subjective test. Double prep is always good. Hurry up!”

A collective musical groan leaves them both, as they tend to their paper again, you drowning yourself in your own books.

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Johnny and yuta were engrossed in a football match when you entered the hallway. Upon noticing you, johnny sighed in disbelief, before making his way to you.

“why is your phone switched off?” he fumed at you, hands on his waist as you poured water for yourself.

“It wasn’t charged so I left it here.” he knew he wasn’t doing his utmost in containing his irritation and your casual tone just took him off guard.

“you jus- you should have charged it dammit. I was fucking worried that something happened to you and what kind of girl travels without a phone these days!” his hand ruined his already messy hair as he ranted, the reason of which was beyond your understanding.

“it’s not that big of an issue besides I’m not clearly out of reach right!” you scoffed at him, pointing to your arm where the bracelet was hidden, under the sleeves. You didn’t mean to sound rude at his concern but his position was no better .You had every right to be querulous!

“i-you don’t understand. i just wanted a reply from you. it’s the least I deserve! Or don’t i?” his voice went down as his face lost the previous stern expression.

“I saw my phone only this morning and I was getting late so didn’t bother!” you shrugged your shoulders at him, making your way for the room.

“where are you going?” his voice rose a bit as he held onto your arm.

“in my room!” you replied, matter of factly.

“yeah! I thought you were going to greet your dear husband!” he joked, tilting his head towards the couches where yuta sat previously but he was not there anymore.

“I don’t wanna talk johnny!” you said curtly, jerking your hand away. But he was quicker as he pulled you into him, backing you into a counter.

“just leav-

“no tell me what’s the matter with you. what have I even done?” his voice was barely above a whisper, meant only to be heard by you. the rise and fall in his speech was already shaking your resolution.

“nothing! just turned a normal student into a deadly underground member. But it’s nothing big so yeah!” you replied, mock evident in your words. As you tried to leave again, his hands caught your waist as he picked you up, stationing you on the counter. He secured you against his body, restricting your movements. His hard orbs found yours as he hands tightened around your waist, making you gulp in the process. You stared back with same intensity, as if reading his next step. He lowered his front, demanding eyes never leaving yours,

“this is the first and last time I’ll be explaining myself. I don’t know a shit about why he did that. But those papers won’t be used against you. I won’t let that happen. Ever. I promise that with my life. Just have some faith in me” He whispered. Besides it being the precise validation you sought, suspicion couldn’t be helped!

“and why would you do that. Do you also have some hidden agen-

his lips felt soft as they collided with yours with urgent need to shut you up. You froze, so did he. The only movement in your control was of your hands that were tightly gripped to the counter. The silence in the air being tense, his lips stayed still and contrary to yours, his eyes were completely shut. Johnny’s light breaths fanned your upper lip as his chest heaved up and down. Neither of you made any effort to further it nor any to pull apart. Few more seconds passed and he finally detached himself, the bodies still connected. Your lashes fluttered as he palmed your left cheek, speaking in a low husky whisper.

“I promise. Just believe me and when I say taeyong won’t hurt you, I mean it. With all my heart. Can you trust me on this please?”

He was insisting yet pleading and you merely nodded, lowering your head. His delicate fingers brushed the line formed between your brows, smiling softly.

“you have nothing to worry about. with unparalleled record that we have! You ain’t getting rid of me anytime soon. Yeah?”

His breathy laugh tingled your insides and something like awe transformed his face as he felt the warmness of your cheeks under his hand.

“by any chance, are you flustered?” your face went blank at his shameless comment when he was the very reason for your current state.

“n-no!” you pushed him hard while standing straight. He staggered a bit, giggling uncontrollably at you.

“lying suits you y/n. just like your soulmate jaehyun.” You scrunched your nose at the mention.

“don’t talk about him! He’s so annoying, i’m gonna hang him upside down someday o-or turn him into a stew!”

“and feed him to yuta!” he completed. You gawked at him for a moment before joining him in his laughing session.

“there is food?” yuta entered the kitchen, dimming the commotion.

“not for you!” you snarked.

“we have food y/n?” it was johnny this time. you had almost forgot about the sandwiches that were now probably rotting in your bag. As realisation dawned, you hurriedly retrieved your bag from counter, opening the plastics from the sandwiches with a last hope to save them.

“do you know that you don’t have to be ramsey to stuff cucumber and tomatoes in a bread?” johnny shifted, taking the packages to heat them up.

“I was out of bread. So I just took the easy route.”

“lame excuse! Work better!”

“not everyone got time john!”

You strolled for your room, passing yuta in the way, totally missing the frown and cute smile on yuta and johnny respectively. Though yuta’s internals were screaming at him to open his shitty mouth, his main focus was on his empty stomach that was growling like never before.

“pass me one john!” he whisper yelled to johnny, purposely stretching the last word to satisfy himself.

“no! it’s her lunch or snack or whatever it is.” He warned, hiding the oven with his front.

“oh so you have turned a part time servant for her!” he spewed, crossing his arms against his chest.

“no dude. She’s actual-

he was about to tell yuta but he halted his train of words for he was not in the place to tell any of your secrets to anyone , especially yuta.

“she’s what? Your girlfriend?”

“I swear I’m gonna fry you someday!”

“whatever. Now give me a sandwich before she comes out. Hurry up!” yuta looked over johnny’s shoulders to count the stacked portion in the device.

“one, two-

“three. They are just three yuta! Fuck off.” Johnny knew throwing abuses wouldn’t work but hitting him with his shoulder wasn’t either! He glanced at yuta and he seriously looked miserable. Hungry miserable!

“come on-

“are you done john?” your voice echoed from the hall as you approached wearing your famous tank top and cotton shorts. Yuta cursed under his breath, opening the fridge to get himself something.

“here” johnny handed you the plate. He hit yuta’s arm to grab his attention who was practically trying to sit in the fridge.

“renjun and jaemin are cooking their special ramyeon. We’ll eat there, come on!”

“huh!” he excitedly passed johnny to pick his things up.

With yuta out of sight, his focus shifted again on you. “don’t you get sick after eating takeouts?”

“yup I do! My gut is not the healthiest one in the world. But I’ve fewer options and I do check their health certificates so no need to worry.” Your humorous reply didn’t get more than a shit face from him. He leaned again causing you to take a step backwards.

“your hair!” He pointed and you rolled your eyes like you’d see what was happening up there.

“what my hair?”

“umm. Nothing kiddo!” he said before ruffling your hair.

“aah. I’m not a kid johnny!” you shouted at him though he was just standing by your shoulder.

“oh yes you are!” he pouted dramatically and ran but not forgetting to throw a flying kiss your way. “charge your phone, I’ll call again.”

“eww!” you snapped your head to catch yuta standing behind, making faces at johnny who was standing at the front of hallway.

“oh come on you shit.”

At johnny’s comment , yuta just followed and you totally missed the way he scoffed at both of you.

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You were truly jumbled by johnny’s actions, innocent yet calculated. You had maintained your calm but he was aware that you were not blind towards his growing attraction. why didn’t you push him away! What was he aiming at? Questions, questions! From the very first day, all you have are questions with no concrete answers.

But Johnny was not the sole occupier of your worries, taeyong held a significant part of it. If what johnny said was true, if his intentions were not so malafide then he’d easily have skipped it. Despite johnny’s assurance, you couldn’t afford trusting him anymore. Not like you could protect yourself from losing anything but your walls would always be enclosed for him.

Your wandering mind was pulled back into reality by a message from your classmate. The date of thesis topic submission was moved to an earlier one, a week earlier to be specific. In reality, you were all starting it a few months earlier just so the pressure could be minimised but it instead felt like a strategy for your doom. You all were supposed to submit the topic and a little introduction even before the qualification exam! And obviously you were behind the so called ahead-of-time schedule. You could have wrote a ph.d worthy book on mafia and their ploys but sadly criminal law was not the option available for it. So that’s how you ended up in the small balcony, sitting on the cold floor, enjoying the evening cool breeze. Search results on both naver and google had varied from “50 best topics of dissertation in international law” to “how to know what is my area of interest?” but every try had gone to a blank page.

************

By late evening, you got bored of sitting in the balcony and room, so you decided to study with a change of setting and the only place available apart from your room was the hall. After computing various possibilities, you dragged the single seater towards the hall windows and angling the book on the window still, a much comfy makeshift study space was ready. With the newfound determination to complete the task at hand, your eyes browsed every means of information to stumble upon anything you missed earlier, ignoring the blue skies switching to the darker ones.

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Yuta noticed the way he was experiencing more fatigue as the days passed by. He never trained this much until he was suspended. He looked forward for it to end so he could feel the same thrill again but two weeks wouldn’t just pass in a blink! He claimed the basement as his new home trying to ignore the activities transpiring upstairs. The desire to stay with his dear roommate jungwoo was irrepressible but his ego didn’t allow him to give in so easily. He wanted to show his anger to taeyong and that was the only reason he found himself coming back to the new home more often.

He languidly passed the kitchen to use the washroom. Only when he was about to enter his room, he noticed the lightening in the kitchen and living room. He groaned at the thought of your imprudent habit of multiplying the electricity bill which eventually he had to pay! Or maybe you were just trying to instigate him! When he was about to put out the lights, he spotted the sofa and a pair of legs perched on the widow still. He took light steps to reach your sleeping figure and suddenly he felt his annoyance melting into astonishment. Your face was covered with the open, visibly heavy hardcover book whilst your half body was on the seat and half in the air with feet placed on the window still for balance that was clearly very very comfortable place for napping at midnight. unconsciously, his hand extended for the book and as he picked it up, you stirred. Panic took over him as he lost the hold leading the book to fell on your face instead. He ducked, cupping his mouth with both hands to stifle the laugh that was about to escape. Luckily you were dead to the world. Hearing no movement, he crawled for the room , getting up only when he was at a safe distance. Without wasting another moment, he did what he was there for in the first place and went to sleep, with a thumping heart that was probably due to the initial dread he felt or that’s what he thought!

**********

The bus stop being far away, you began the long trudge for neos’ house. Taeil had requested your presence two days ago , but being too busy with studying on the first few days of the week ,it was delayed. You’d have never accepted the offer if it was taeyong but taeil suggested you to take your time even though what he wanted to ask or said was important. His readiness to prioritise your convenience warmed you and it were the emotions of the moment that you agreed to him. And now the heat was burning your exposed legs and you were cursing his sweet tongue.

You knocked on the opened door to announce your arrival despite the fact that the main door had automatically detected you to lead you in. you stood there like a statue, moving your neck like an owl, waiting for an invitation but nothing. you banged it again only to hear someone’s cursing from inside.

“who the fuck knocks when it’s op-

A screeched scream met your ears as a man came into your sight. He abruptly started bowing, apologising profusely.

“I’m so sorry noona. I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry. This won’t happen again. I-

“hey, it’s totally fine. I didn’t even hear you in the first place.” You lied, saving him the mortification.

“can I come in?”

“this is your own place. You don’t need to ask or knock noona!” you entered as he gestured you to sit.

“can you call tae-

But before you could say it, he ran inside. You didn’t know or remembered his name but his face looked familiar. Maybe he was sicheng or hyuck or someone else cause you were sure you had met hyuck before!

“I was making coffee for taeil hyung. But he’s late so it’s yours now!” he exclaimed with his eye smile. it was cute and friendly.

“what was your name again?” you asked smiling back at him, noticing the little red on his neck.

“jeno.” He immediately settled on a seat, his focus fixed on you. “I’m making snacks. Do you wanna join?”

You chuckled at his innocent suggestion, “If you meant joining for eating, then I’m all in but if you want my help in actual process, then you’d die hungry today!”

“I’m aware of that but you are never late to learn anything right!”

“wow. Your enthusiasm is admirable but I don’t wanna burn your kitchen.” Your eyes were blessed with another series of his eye smile. it was contagious.

“you are here!” you saw taeil sprinting towards you.

“I’m sorry. I got caught up in the office.” His words came out breathy as he was still panting from the jog.

“no worries but I don’t have much time. I have to study for exams.”

“yes, studying is important.” He nodded before requesting jeno to get him the coffee and water, to which the boy grumpily complied.

“why the fuck is air con off! I’m gonna roast!” He whined and got up again to close the front door.

“now. I’ve two things to tell you or rather order you. you wanna eat first orr-

“no I’m fine really. Just tell me what taeyong ordered this time!” you had no doubt that it was taeyong’s doing.

“forget about that shit. Here, veto power is mine. JENO, STOP MELTING THE ICE AND GIVE ME SOME WATER!” he screamed at jeno who came out hurriedly with both water and coffee.

Jeno took a seat beside taeil but his one glare made him go back. Sighing in relief after quenching his thirst, he continued in a polite voice. “yuta told me about the card. Why didn’t you take it?”

“because I don’t want his money. I’m good with what I have. Besides every transaction related to him would lead me in trouble so why take the risk!” you sounded harsher than you intended but it wasn’t in your control anymore. Mention yuta and you’ll obviously bite!

“the account is already open. Yuta’s gonna transfer same amount of money every month so why don’t spend his money or better, give him a heart attack by paying everything with the card. He’s gonna pay and I promise, he has no say in this so he won’t even scold you!” he sounded quite cheerful which clearly indicated that none of them understood your language.

“no thanks taeil. staying away from his shadow is much safer.”

“shadow runs with the man y/n.”

“the man himself avoids me like a plague so it’s a win win here.”

“what you see is present. Nobody can ever escape a tomorrow! You are evading it today, but one day you’ll eventually face it.”

“I don’t speak quotes!”

“simple! You both collide only to cause harm to each other. For how long do you think this can work. You’ll get tired and I suppose he’d too. when you’ll stop to rest, you’d find him there but at that time you won’t have enough energy to fight off anymore. Placebo is deadly y/n!”

You absorbed his vague statement full of philosophy but your mind couldn’t harmonise with what he meant!

“honestly, I stopped hearing the moment you mentioned yuta so can we continue!”

“yeah sure. Take the card, keep it for emergencies and I’m not taking no anymore. You aren’t hearing me so I’m doing the same. and secondly, can you defend yourself?”

“defend from who exactly?”

“drunken bastards, thieves, goons or whoever comes at you with a knife!” you were puzzled at the sudden mention.

“my personality repels violence and I’ve two strong best friends.” You declared the obvious. The only drunkards you met were outside the clubs and you never went alone so the thought never crossed your mind.

“first is a lie and second is insignificant here. I need you to learn some basics so you won’t need anyone else or just to hold until help comes.”

“what the! Are you actually recruiting me or something? I don’t wanna be a party in your gang wars.” you announced, now clearly understanding what he meant in the first place.

“I’m not telling you to fight with us. You don’t have an ounce of brain do you? it’s for your own safety.”

“safety from what? I live in a rich and peaceful neighbourhood, my dear husband is a corporate of first class, I myself never even go for a simple stroll in a park then who would I even fight?”

“here ,we all are used to the danger that we face everyday. Each and every man you see here is able to dodge anything that comes their way but you.are.not. Just because they are acting like school kids with no care in life doesn’t mean they are any safer. Jeno was making coffee a few minutes ago but after dinner, he’d be going for protection fee collection with others. If shit goes down, you might not even see him again but we won’t let that happen in the first place. It’s not same with you though. god forbid if you attract the attention of wrong people for all the reasons you stated, then how are we going to help you. even if you press the bracelet , it’d take us some time to get there. till then what would you do? You can’t even probably run for more than a mile! can you?”

You just shook your head at him, too baffled to form any words.

“do you devote any time to exercise?”

“I walk enough I guess and some planks when my stomach is out too much.”

“you are no better than these boys seriously.” She rolled his eyes at your statement.

“but despite the exercise or whatever, my strength is nothing against jeno or johhny. I’ll never b-

“if you fail in strength , atleast you can be swift. Or better you can learn to handle a gun or a knife. When do you get free?”

So, that’s why he called you!

“I don’t have a minute to spare for the next 15 days. Prep and exams are more important for me.”

“no worries. We can start after that. But don’t remove the bracelet band under any condition. Some rival mafia has hired a contract killer for you. so run fast if you notice someone following you, press it and we’ll be there. till then just hang on.” Nervousness got hold of your senses as you heard his warning.

“you are fucking kidding right! was I being followe-

“yes, I’m kidding.” he chuckled dryly. “You should see your face. If it was outside the parameters of the room, you’d have passed out already. Panic only leads to death and I don’t want you to die. so do it just for my peace of mind.” You released the breath you were holding till now, feeling relaxed again.

You just nodded at his words. He sounded like some motivational speaker luring you into his lifetime guarantee program but you knew he was right somewhere. you couldn’t depend on the boys to save you from creeps for whole life.

he was good at reading minds, you thought but despite that you wanted to pour the coffee on his head for the heart attack he’d gave you a minute ago.

“it’s risk free and beneficial. What you say?”

“ok. but I don’t wanna spar with the 6 feet ones. I’ll rather learn from you.” it was your turn to cackle!

“we’ll see about that.” He rolled his eyes to the back at your obvious attempt of poking fun at his short stature

JENO, I DIDN’T ASK FOR A COLD COFFEE. MAKE ME A NEW ONE.”

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Meeting with taeil had benefitted you in every way. The most useful presently was the topic of the thesis he randomly suggested you. “ effect and consequences of veto power in relation to international peace and human rights”.  even mr. kwang, your thesis mentor liked it as it was almost near original. Now you were just left with exams that were just a week away. Fortune was playing in your favour as yuta had been missing from past few days that saved you some extra energy and headaches that you got with his repulsive energy towards you. then there was your newfound love for the sofa that you had permanently dragged by the windows. It helped a lot in relaxing and studying and you ended up sleeping on it, nearly getting used to the cramped neck.

Unbeknownst to you, he did come back, daily. But you were just so occupied that you never noticed the slight shuffling in the midnight. it went on for days until you woke up with a blanket covering your bare legs, evidently not yours!

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How to start the finals? By getting wasted? No. certainly not. But birthdays are important, sometimes more than those stupid grades!

The venue for yeong’s b’day celebration was a night club, as expected from yugyeom! He need no reason to get drunk and when his s/o was herself cutting the chains, then it’s the finest deal one could get!

Loaded with university students, the party at the first floor was thundering. The hoots and roars of slightly drunk adults became deafening as soon as the cake was consumed.

“why your classmates are so fucking loud” you screamed in yeong’s ear. You both were seated at the corner on leather seats, drinking away the reality.

“with your dolphin voice, you are in no place to judge them bitch!”

“lets blame this on your drunkard mumbo jumbo!” she jumped in joy at your lame attempt, alcohol speaking out for you.

“btw where’s your boyfriend?” she questioned leaning into your ear.

“who?” you wondered who she was referring to.

“wonwoo! Who else dumbo. His whole army was invited by gyeom but I haven’t seen him yet!”

You just shrugged in response, not wanting to face him. The farther, the better. His possessiveness only elevated your fears. Now that you were bound on taeyong’s mercy, wonwoo would be calling for a danger by being with you, especially when you were incapable of returning his love.

But fate had some cruel plans stored for you. when you were ordering another drink, strong hands gripped your waist. Though beyond tipsy, the moment you touched the protective hold, you knew it was wonwoo. It was always him afterall.

“you could burn me while wearing white and I’d say thank you baby” He whispered, nibbling on your ear, shivers running down to your bare thighs at the sudden action. everyone knew how much you loved white and that’s why yeong had designed this short white satin dress which just screamed “you” and barely left anything to the imagination of the viewer. “and nothing turns me on more than your covered arms.” He continued as his fingers slowly traced the collarbones down to the cleavage, your drunken self melting into his chest. His hands worked swiftly and he guided you into a secluded part to drown the excessive noise. Your back hit a wall as his nose brushed against yours, his slender fingers siding your sling bag to hook at your hips. He bent into your lips, love filled kisses slowly smoothening into hungry ones. The taste he left on yours was of the infamous vodka that he sure had consumed in plenty of amount ,leading him to you. the pledge to keep yourself away from him broke down in figures as he rolled his hips into yours, lips syncing with the movements. His grip bruised your body, hunger lowering from lips to the bare neck. Throwing your head back, savouring his touch, you clutched his shoulders for some control. Scheduled moans became more filthy as his one hand gripped your thigh in a try to hike up your dress. He didn’t do much work as it was already climbing up your hips. A Single move and his fingers graced against your core, tingling sensation burning your whole body. The open mouthed kisses left marks on your cleavage and neck as he fingers fucked you mercilessly.

“I missed you so much baby.”  His wavering yet soft tone met your ears but everything seemed hazy as he drove in and out of you. you felt euphoria in your stomach hitting you once again as he rambled on. “ don’t ever leave me again. you are my only lu-luxury. Don’t you ever dare snatch away the only hope I have! I love you. i fucking love you!” his sped up his actions under the dress but before he could provide you the final pleasure, you came back to the reality he  had divorced you from. you didn’t love him and never would. To his disbelief, you separated yourself from his body, him staggering back with the push.

“wha-

“I don’t love you woo. This-

Your hands filled the space between you two.

“this was never about love. We need to stop. I don’t love you woo. And don’t expect anything better from me. We are over. This is over.”

Your drunken slurs made evident that though you were loaded, the senses were still intact somehow.

“no y/n. don’t do this to me. I’ll wait more if you want. A lifetime if you say. But don’t say you are done with us. I’d die without you.” his words rang like a bell as you attempted to corrected the panties and dress, waving slightly.

You jumped away from him as his words got registered in your head. Ignoring him completely, you turned to enter the blast again but his strong hold on your arm stopped you. you squirmed under him, requesting him to let you go but his confession never halted.

“let go of her wonwoo!” you circled to see jungkook standing there , anger clear in his eyes. “I am not gonna repeat.” Jungkook was indeed dangerous when he was boiling.

“why was he enough and NOT ME!” you shuddered at the raise in his voice as he jerked you away. Timely, jungkook caught you and instructed you to go inside to wait for him. And you complied but not completely.

you were hot, bothered, angry and helpless at the same time so you did what you felt like. It felt like eternity when jungkook found you gulping some shorts in the bar. His brain went haywire for he realised you would’ve reached your peak by now. He cautiously approached you, checking the level of warmness on your cheeks. You were gone and so was he.

“what did you do with woo?” you asked him in the delightfully lovable voice that he found nothing but scary. You acting cute meant it was end of the life for anyone who would witness it. He had tried to record you a few times before in the said condition but it never ended up well with the screen of his phone meeting your wrath everytime. He helplessly dragged you from the bar towards the parking area, ignoring your initial question and the urge to scold you for the whole ruckus with wonwoo.

“I’ll drop you home cutie” he exclaimed, checking the level.

“I’m no cutie! And what about minjunie. And I don’t wanna go with you. I wanna be alone.” He giggled as you pouted at him, a rare sight to behold.

“yeah yeah I know you wanna be alone and blah blah but its past 11 already -

“soooooo. The protocol shall be followed despite the severi-

“shut up! You are not in a class dude. N hurry up, I’ve to pick minjun’s drunk ass as well!”

The discontent in his tone was apparent while he showed you the way forward. continuously wrestling against his strong hands, he finally gave up when you almost tripped over nothing.  

“stop annoying me y/n!”

“am i?” you pouted at him. “I don’t wanna go with you. don’t you understand!” he rubbed his temples in desperation.

“fine I’ll call someone else. But you can’t go alone.” But as he was fishing out his phone, you were gone.

After five minutes he spotted you outside, waving for a taxi.

“why are you so difficult?” his words fell to deaf ears. Watching you continue your frolics, he thought about giving up as a scheme formed in his head. Stopping a taxi , he ushered you in the back seat, moving to talk to the driver instead.

“no you aren’t coming!” you cried, showing your head out of the window. He grabbed his hair in annoyance, narrowing his eyes at you, “I’m not coming with you my mother! Let me give the address to the driver or else you’ll end up nowhere.” He pleaded, clasping his hands, bowing at you.

You giggled pleasantly at his gesture, hands flailing at him. “I don’t live in campus. I’ll give you the address. Wait!” after searching for your phone, you showed him the address saved in the notes app. That indeed surprised him for he wasn’t aware that you changed but decided against asking you. if it was not your new address, it could be trusted enough to be safer as it was saved under “my home”. Commanding the driver with an extreme firmness, he went away. Even in the drunk state, you were sure to some extent that maybe car was not moving.

“let’s go uncle!”

“your friend told me to wait.” you threw your head back realising that kook was upto something. A loud horn heightened your senses as the car moved.

Asshole, you muttered, grasping that he was clearly following you.

***************

“bop bop!” an eternity has passed for you in a futile try of remembering the password. The digits were changing their positions, as you regarded them.

“bop bop!” you tried again, mumbling to yourself, not knowing that you were not even banging the door in the first place. Standing still in your intoxicated state, arms crossed, the daggers you were throwing at the door would give any passer by a food to laugh but unluckily, there was noone there.

Bobbing your head from side to side, you started walking down the corridor, coming back at the your own door every few minutes. Curiously you pressed random button near the keypad. It was a bell, that you didn’t noticed earlier.

“wh- noona! You are here!” it was jaemin. He hugged you tightly before letting you in.

“duh! I’m waiting from last ten years but you won’t open.” Another giggle let jaemin known that you were in inebriated state.

“you are drunk.” He whispered.

“shhhh” you said , throwing your heels.

With jelly legs, you wobbled to the kitchen, catching attention of each and every presence in the living room and there were many of them.

“oh hiya! Home tweet home.” You chanted, hands waving like the wipers of a car. Hyuck and mark greeted you while jaehyun just sat down again, shaking his head in disbelief. However yuta was stunned and hooked to his place. He saw you navigating to the fridge, dropping the bottle, picking it up again, gulping it down, jaemin snatching it from you, apparently for you own benefit.

Jaemin guided you for your room before you got distracted by yuta’s figure staring you down.

“moshi moshi. Don’t you have any Japanese to throw at me today.” Yuta heard jaemin and others snickering as you slurred, walking unsteadily to him. He simply rolled his eyes, waiting for you to complete your attack.

“oh hi hyuck. I heard you don’t change your underwear for years. Go and take a bath right now. Asap” the liquid jaehyun was drinking, came out as a spray from his nose at the insult. Everyone was laughing at your antics except yuta. He scanned you up and down, eyes fixating on the fresh hickies on your visible neck.

“and you moshi moshi. You a-act like an angry young man all the damn ti-time,” hiccups started in between, “ but answer me with your half braincell- what kind of criminal you are! Atleast hid your face while shooting people dude.”

Yuta’s jaw cletched at your use of words, tension rising in the room. His neutral face changed into an angry one as you went on and on, all while poking his chest with your forefinger. “and that knife of yours! What are you? a street goon who hires little kids to scan cctvs for the-

And your body lunged forward, head resting where your finger was, passed out. Yuta’s red eyes didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. Anger radiated his body as he removed hands from his pockets to push you off but mark scooped your sleeping figure in his arms, signalling jaemin to open the door. After finding the key in your purse, mark laid you on the bed, rolling you to the side as jaemin placed a pillow behind to save you from falling.

They arrived in the hall only to find yuta already waiting for them.

“what was the need to baby her? She’s an adult and got drunk at her own expense. Didn’-

“so what hyung? Why are you making it a big deal!” mark replied.

“she is the one who makes everything a big deal. Didn’t you just hear how she was just trash talking about you all! She never fucking leaves a chance to spit at my face that I am a criminal –

“that’s what we are! We are damn criminals and she doesn’t know anything about us”

“but she says it like we are not even humans-

“I don’t understand why are you always throwing her under the bus hyung! Drunk people speak shit and she was totally hammered. Just let it go! Your punishment is over after two days, don’t spoil your mood over something so silly.”

“you can’t ord-

“yes I can and will order you because I agree with her. You do own just a half braincell that is not letting you think properly. Now don’t you dare mention all this to her in the morning.” Several pairs of eyes wandered between yuta and mark as the air became more pressured.

“so you do admit she is in wrong here hmm”

“she was just acting with her pure conscious. She saw a man dying and went to police. Tae hyung just made sure that she isn’t leaving anytime soon. She is trapped with criminals. What else do you expect from her? I know exactly what you want.” Suddenly mark’s eyes softened as he went on.  “You are craving empathy hyung. This is what I have seen in your eyes from the first day. You want everyone to realise that you are also wounded. You don’t despise her in actual but just the sympathy that wasn’t given to you in the first place. Stop acting like a stone. While blaming her you shouldn’t be forgetting that it was supposed to be me. You filled my spot as the killer. It started with me-

“no ma-

“it all started coz I was dammit feeling too sleepy to finish that contract killer. It was supposed to be a sniper attack but you had to go instead-

“I forgot my cover mark. How are you the cause when the problem was my own stupidity in the first place!” yuta shouted, tense silence following. Mark smiled a bit at him before continuing.

“then why do you hate her so much. shouldn’t you be hating me for sending you there or yourself for being careless. We should be compromising, not her. Just stop fighting with running water.”

He quietly said before picking up his jacket, going out. Everyone took that as a cue for leaving as well. Nobody uttered anything. The house was empty but mark’s words echoed in the space for entirety of the night, squeezing yuta into the reality he wasn’t ready to face.

*************

Your head felt like it was carrying all the weight of the world. Light harmed your vision, footsteps made you dizzy as you treaded for the door. Kitchen was suddenly too far away, everything looking too large for the squinted eyes. Water and sugar! two things circled in your head like a mantra, only until you felt a sharp pain in your waist. You slightly cursed the counter for bumping into you and stepped further to get water. the water soothed only your throat, stomach still craved sugar so you placed the large bottle on the counter, returning to open the fridge.

Some shuffling around the corner woke up yuta, who was resting on the couch. It hasn’t been more than few hours that he finally let himself immersed into the dreamland. His night and half of the day was spent in unearthing the deep hole that mark had thrown him into. He got annoyed at himself for failing in reaching a conclusion that would led to mark being wrong and it was the result of this constant thought provoking activity that he was having a persistent headache. He grumbled at the stiff neck as he got up. 13:03. Another sound came from somewhere, stimulating his body to check. With droopy eyes, he noticed you. actually half of you as the other half was searching for gold in the fridge. The hiked up dress was enough to give a free show of your bare legs without any strain. The thought of you eating his food wiped up all the drowsiness, making him go to kitchen.

“its not your bedroom. Close it.” He criticised, yawns escaping simultaneously. You didn’t move for his voice didn’t reach you in the first place. He tsked at your lack of senses as he neared you. but as soon as your figure got larger, his body met the floor brutally, several groans of pain leaving him. You turned around at the noise to see yuta struggling as his knee hit the polished hardwood. His other hand went to the counter for some support but it slipped causing his elbow to hit the cabinet handle more violently. His shout of anguish striked through your sensitive ears, making you swear in irritation.

Your eyes slowly traced the liquid under his body to the top of the counter. the water bottle. It was tilted and empty by the time you noticed and the water was what made yuta slipped in first place.

“fuck it!” he growled, discomfort contorting his features.

Slowly he moved himself to the other side, bruised elbow secured in his hand, grunts exiting him. You knew you were fucked up as soon as his cold eyes fell upon you.

“I guess it’s my time to call taeyong.”

[lovlieziam]

YOUR DRABBLES ARE MAKING ME SO HAPPY,THANK YOU.Also can you do 140 and 97?

I’m pretty sure you looked at the prompt list and went “what two prompts will be the absolute hardest for Brooke to combine?” and then chose two completely unrelated prompts so coming up with an idea to be so damn hard. (Also I’m sorry for taking so long y’all I really chose a bad week to reblog that list I’ve been SO busy)

97. “Don’t touch me.”

140. “I swear my house is haunted.”

Being Zayn’s friend had a lot of perks. Really, it did. Liam loved it, loved Zayn, it was just, sometimes—

“What did you just say?” Liam mumbled, groggily rubbing a fist into his eye as he forced his body into some form of wakefulness.

“I said,” Zayn started, “I swear my house is haunted.”

Liam let out a deep sigh, resigning himself to a drawn-out conversation about weird house-related noises at—Liam levered himself up a couple inches to check the clock—3:47 am. Which was—it was fine. He was totally coherent enough at the ass crack of dawn to have a conversation about potential ghosts.

For fucks sake.

With another sigh—hopefully quiet enough that Zayn couldn’t hear—Liam asked, “Why do you think your house is haunted, Zayn?”

Zayn let out a soft, choked laugh, before whispering, “Because I’m hearing so many noises. Like, more than usual.” There was a pause before, “Hey, actually, what’s a normal amount of sound for a house to make? Like is there a defined amount of noise a house is expected to make before it becomes a concern? Because I think we’ve passed that point now.”

Liam swallowed the light laughter that wanted to work its way out of his throat, instead trying to focus on actually responding to Zayn’s words. Before he could, however, Zayn continued with, “Or maybe I’m just being robbed.”

He said the words so casually, so normal-like that it took Liam a full twenty seconds of processing before—

“WHAT?!” He yelled, slinging himself into an upright position before abruptly getting out of bed. “What do you mean you might be getting robbed?”

“I don’t know, Liam! I mean that there’s a chance I’m getting robbed!” Zayn whisper-yelled. “There’s a lot of noise coming from downstairs and I’m sure as fuck not going to go and find out what’s causing it! I’ve seen horror movies!”

Liam let out a startled noise, his heartbeat picking up in his chest. “Zayn what the fuck,” he muttered, shouldering his phone so he could use both hands to grab the jeans from the chair in the corner and yank them up his legs. “Literally what the fuck. Why didn’t you lead with that?”

All Zayn did was let out a soft, non-committal noise on the other end of the line. Liam kind of wanted to shake him.

“Jesus, Zayn. Why didn’t you call the police?”

Zayn made another noise before, “I’m probably not being robbed, right?”

“Zayn!” Liam closed his eyes, forcing himself to take a deep, calming breath before he continued. “Zayn, hang up the phone and call the cops. Right. Now. I’m coming over. I’ll be there in eight minutes.”

“But it’s a fifteen-minute drive—”

“Eight minutes, Zayn. Call the cops!” With that, Liam hung up, his pulse still thundering loudly in his ears, his nerve causing minute quakes to travel through his hands.

If Zayn got himself killed before Liam managed to work up the nerve to ask him on a date, Liam was going to murder him.

The whole ride there—eight minutes, just like Liam said—there was a constant chant of pleasebeokaydon’tbedeadormaimedwhenIgetthereplease running through his head. When he finally arrived, his breath caught in his throat at the lack of cop cars in the driveway. He would bet anything Zayn didn’t call them.

With his heart in his throat, Liam hazardously parked his car before throwing himself out of it and up Zayn’s stairs. He didn’t bother knocking—if there were already people in Zayn’s house, it sure as fuck wasn’t going to make them suddenly disappear.

He threw the door open, expecting to see Zayn’s front room in utter chaos, and maybe a few masked criminals scrambling around, grabbing anything of value. Instead, he was met with Zayn’s empty corridor and the sound of his TV’s low volume echoing on the hallway walls.

Okay, so maybe he’d broken a few speeding laws for no reason except playing into Zayn’s dramatics. That was fine. That was okay. He was about to do worse when he got a hold of Zayn, anyway.

Rolling his eyes at the eerie sounds the TV was making—some documentary about antient aliens coming to Earth and abducting people—Liam made his way to the stairs, taking them two at a time and heading towards Zayn’s room. When he entered, Zayn’s back was to the door and he was shifting through something on top of his dresser.

Liam crossed the room, reaching out to touch Zayn’s shoulder. The minute Liam made contact, Zayn jolted violently, jumping at Liam’s unexpected presence. He swung around, a book in hand—a fucking hard back, where did he even pick that up from?!?—and began swinging it at Liam.

“Don’t touch me, foul beast!” Zayn shouted, waking Liam in the shoulder with the book again.

Liam threw his hands up, yelling, “Zayn! Zayn, stop! It’s just me, fuck, stop!” Liam curse again as Zayn paused in his assault.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Liam. I thought you were, like, a ghost or something,” Zayn mumbled. He ducked his head, a pink hue taking over his cheeks.

Liam stared at him for a moment because—was he serious? “You thought I was…a ghost,” Liam said slowly. “A ghost,” he repeated, just to make sure he was hearing this shit correctly.

“Yeah—”

“Zayn you told me you thought you were being robbed!” Zayn winced a little, still not meeting Liam’s eyes. “I told you to call the cops!”

Zayn crinkled his nose, focusing a frown at the ground as he obviously worked through his thoughts. After a moment, he looked up to meet Liam’s eyes with a sheepish grin. “I realized after I said it that saying my house was haunted sounded kinda dumb. That it made me sound like a scaredey-cat. But, um, being afraid of burglars is totally reasonable and much less pathetic, so when the idea struck I went with it.”

Liam stared at him for a beat. And then another. One more, just for good measure, before—

“Zayn, you’re such an idiot.” Liam had meant to sound stern, disapproving even. But instead, his voice had come out incredibly fond and sweet. Goddamn but was he in love with this idiotic man.

“Fuck, I know, Liam, and I’m so sorry. I didn’t—”

But Liam did let him finished, too relieved at the fact that Zayn was safe and he was blushing that adorable color that Liam found so damn endearing.

So, really, Zayn left him no option except for him to surge forward and capture Zayn’s still moving lips under his own, cutting off whatever embarrassed apology Zayn was in the middle of.

Zayn stiffened, making a low, surprised noise before going completely lax in Liam’s arms, pushing himself into Liam’s space and melting into the kiss. Liam heard himself make a happy noise in his own throat, before tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He lingered for a moment longer, trying to soak up as much of Zayn as he could, before pulling back with a final peck.

“You’re an idiot, and yet here I am, hopelessly in love with you anyway,” Liam murmured, his voice low and warm and incredibly fond.

“You’re in love with me?” Zayn gasped, his wide eyes burning into Liam’s.

Liam laughed in response, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against Zayn’s. “Yeah. Why do you think I raced all the way across town the minute you said your house was haunted?”

It was Zayn’s turn to laugh, his breath fanning across Liam’s face and making Liam’s own grin impossibly wide. “You came because I said I was being robbed.”

Liam shrugged. “Semantics.”

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms and soaking up each other’s warmth, before Zayn whispered, “I still think my house is haunted. Liam, there were so many creepy noises.”

Liam reared back, a loud and obnoxious laugh bursting out of him. He started laughing so hard he was forced to lean over, too afraid he’d accidentally throw himself backwards if he didn’t.

He didn’t see Zayn’s pout from his bent position, but he could hear it in his voice when he said, “Liam I’m being serious! Those noises don’t just make themselves!”

Maybe when Liam caught his breath, he’d be able to tell Zayn his downstairs TV was still on and that was most likely the cause of all those noises.

[hes-writer]

Just A Little Bit of Your Heart (2)

Summary: Harry and Y/N are in an open relationship

Warnings: angst and a teensy bit of smut?

Word Count: 4870 words

A/N: unedited cause it’s late at night but I wanna post it now so I could read your guys’ comments tomorrow morning :)

Y/N woke up with no indents of Harry’s body creased on the navy blue sheets of their bed, indicating that he didn’t come home last night and probably spent the rest of the evening at some lesser known hotel to avoid the attention. She sighed, already used to it but the stabbing pain in her chest didn’t come any softer. She had just woken up and her mood was ruined, but she knew she couldn’t let this affect her for the whole day.

Y/N slipped her feet into the fuzzy slippers by her side of the bed, feet shuffling lazily on the hardwood flooring leading to the bathroom where she freshened up for the day. Grabbing her towel, she hung it on the rack before sliding the glass door of the standing shower to the side to let her hand in through the crack and turn the water knob on. The stream of water took her by surprise, jumping a few centimeters off the ground. Y/N waited until it was warm enough for her liking before stripping off of her pajamas, leaving it huddled on the marble floor.

The hot jets massaged her sore muscles and wiped off the excess makeup that the makeup remover and night wash couldn’t get off. It was relieving, to say the least, and she slowly felt her body relax against the open air of the shower space. While cleaning her body with soap, she was taken by surprise when a gruff voice cut off her slightly off time singing and cold arms wrapping themselves around her body.

“Hey love,” Harry murmured against the name of her neck.

She turned around to face him, her breath meeting the expanse of his tanned chest. Y/N inspected his face; glowing and bright. Although she was happy that his skin was thriving, the reasoning behind as to why that was was something that Y/N wasn’t ready to proclaim.

“When did you get home?” Y/N littered small kisses on his jawline, feeling the rough stubble of his five o’clock shadow.

“Couple of minutes ago,” He answered, tilting his head up to catch the water on his mop of hair, getting the strands wet and damp.

Y/N caught sight of the dark hickeys dotted on his neck–and chest–to which she hadn’t seen earlier because of his unexpected arrival. The lighting glimmered a new area of his skin where marks of infidelity decorated him. Some of them were bruised while others were a light shading of red—but all of them proved that Harry did shag the woman in the red dress last night. Somehow, Y/N had convinced herself to always see the good in Harry and that meant creating scenarios where he rejects any women who weren’t her in their advances. She was sadly disproven once again.

Harry looked down at her when he felt her fingers tracing the bruises, hissing slightly when she tapped a bit harsher than usual. In an odd way, Y/N felt a sense of smugness knowing that he was hurting. She saw it as a way of punishing him for being away from her for another night. Another lonely time laying in bed where she wondered what she could’ve done better.

“Ouch!” He wheezed, wincing at the pain when she pressed on the purple one by his left pec.

Y/N ignored his complaint, advising him to turn around so she could clean his back off the sweat and brine that must’ve built up in the span of twenty-four hours. What she saw made her gasp; completely horrified by the scarlet lacerated marks striping his back muscles.

“Is it that bad?” His head glanced over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the traces that caused a dull pain on his back. He knew they were there ever since he woke up this morning with a sore torso. The cab driver he hitched a ride for stared at him from the mirror when Harry jolted his back upright as soon as it rubbed against the leather seat, laughing sarcastically at his pain.

——

“I know who you are,” The driver uttered, eyes catching his green ones once in a while. “Does your lady know about this?”

Harry fumed as he was not ready for the mimicry this early in the morning, “Please keep quiet. I’m paying you for your service,”

——

Yes, it was pretty bad. If anything, it looked like a rabid cat scratched its claws deep into his soft skin and ripped the first surface, resulting in welts. Y/N thought that some of them were even bleeding.

“Very bad,”

Harry and YN dried themselves off a few minutes later. Harry carefully patting his body dry to not irritate the swollen skin.

Y/N instructed him to lay down on the bed so that she could rub some ointment on the welt marks. “I hate this,”

Harry hummed in response, completely clueless as to what she was talking about. “What do you hate?”

“The marks, the hickeys and the scratches, H” She spoke mindlessly, her fingertip acquiring a penny sized amount.

“Are you saying you want to end this?” This, as in, the open relationship they’d placed upon them self. Either one of them could stop it at any time but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to hold her ground. They’ve not been like a normal couple in ages and if they did stop this, it would be difficult to act all sweetly—like they didn’t just love on another body weeks previous.  “Y/N?”

She shook her head, “N-no I don’t” and she hated herself for being so weak–despite what the media made her out to be–because she was hurting twofold but seeing Harry take full advantage of their agreement made her feel guilty for taking away something that he enjoyed in his life. “I just don’t like how they leave marks on you,”

Harry scoffed, “Sorry, some of them like it rough,”

She pinched his skin between her fingers causing him to groan in pain.

“I don’t even know who they are but they always find a way to make themselves known,” Y/N said sadly.

She wasn’t stupid—of course, he was seeing people behind her back (and right in front of her) but if she didn’t know their name or saw how they looked like—she could pretend that they weren’t real and it made her feel a bit better; delusional, but better. But seeing his skin tainted with their wake left her astonished at how gradually pieces of Harry was being taken from her hold. His heart was still hers—as far as she was concerned—but his body was being metaphorically split between women that she didn’t know. Y/N was sharing her love with people who mostly only slept with him for the sake of it—because of who he was and not because they shared the intimate affections that her and Harry once gave to each other.

———-

It was a stupid idea; emphasis on stupid. Looking back in retrospect, there were better ways to handle what had happened between the two of them. Y/N came home one day tired from shooting scenes for her new movie. One click to her phone downed her mood even more because of the news that Harry had been papped with Kendall at a club. Now, of course, they’ve had talks about who to and not trust but the pictures spoke for themselves.

“What is this?” She said sternly as soon as Harry entered the doorway of their bedroom.

“I’m guessing you saw,”

“Of course I did,” Y/N crossed her arms across her chest, standing up from her having her legs crossed. “Care to explain yourself?”

“I didn’t cheat on you,” He noted right away.

She nodded, a small breath of relief made its way out of her mouth, “That’s good to know,”

“I almost did, though” Harry admitted, eyes searching hers for some sort of emotion that he could use to justify his actions. Just like that, the weight on her shoulders dropped heavily.

“Y-you what?”

He sighed, closing the gap between them and taking her hands into his large palms. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Y/N. I almost kissed Kendall today, plenty of times actually, but I didn’t.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, “So what? Should I be grateful that you didn’t kiss her?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” He answered, voice deepening in a tenor note, “I thought about it long and hard on the way home,” She cocked an eyebrow at him to continue. “I think it’s better if we break it off,”

“Break it off?” Y/N repeated, annunciating his words. No matter how infuriated she was at him, she didn’t think she could handle breaking up with Harry.

He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, “If I was having thoughts about kissing another girl, then maybe … maybe it would be best if we broke up,” Harry explain his thoughts briefly, “I wouldn’t want to cheat on you either,”

“Do you like her?”

Harry’s curls bounced when he shook his head, “Do you still love me?” He nodded, “Then why are you leaving me?”

His palm glossed over his angelic features, “I just wanted to try kissing her,”

“That’s absolutely ridiculous,” Y/N concluded. What kind of sick joke was he playing at?

“I know it’s crazy but please try to understand. I’m trying to figure this out too,”

And from then, she briefly remembered her old self suggesting an open relationship. Her friend had talked about it once before, indicating that it was the best decision she’d ever made in her life. Both partners were free to fuck and kiss any other person but their hearts were still loyal to each other. Y/N found it quite concerning as she believed that if two people really loved each other—then they would give everything in exchange, even their bodies and not just their hearts. However, it also gave both parties freedom and liberation to explore something that their current partners might not be into—it was something that greatly defined Y/N and causes her to shiver in disgust. Sure, she preferred as others would call ‘vanilla’ sex most of the time, but that was only because she would like to be cared for in her most vulnerable moments; she didn’t know that it would be the cause of a massive downfall in her and Harry’s relationship.

They were both busy and it was pretty accurate. Y/N didn’t have enough time for Harry and Harry certainly didn’t make her feel any special in the few months leading up to their decision of such a relationship. So it was no surprise that Harry jumped at the opportunity when she suggested it. His eyes twinkled in delight and his smile held a certain degree of mischief that would soon be expressed in rough fucking the next day. Needless to say, YN had to sit through the story of how Harry absolutely ruined Kendall (in terms of orgasms). She didn’t ask, but he was too excited to thank her for her suggestion. The marks on his hips confirmed his words and truth to be told, she almost gagged while Y/N was riding him.

She felt absolutely used and dirty knowing that another woman had touched him the way she was doing it right now and he didn’t even seem bothered! The bliss on his face kept her going, hoping that he would cease his actions right at the beginning and realize that he didn’t need other women because Y/N was there for him—in more ways than one.

Obviously, it didn’t.

——

As soon as pictures of Shawn and Y/N were released on the Internet, there was no doubt that Harry’s blood boiled upon seeing it.  His eyes widened at the phone screen and he gaped at Y/N getting dressed at one corner of the room while sat back the bed with his legs stretched out. Of course, they were going to be leaving with each other; Harry saw the looks they gave one another. How dare she lecture him about the marks on his body when she herself was getting tainted?

He was agitated, to say the least—nostrils flaring wild with thoughts building on top of one another and he couldn’t help but say, “How was Shawn last night?”

Y/N paused all her actions, slowly turning around with a confused face, “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, Y/N,” Harry chuckled sarcastically. “He fucked you last night, didn’t he? Was he good?”

“Harry, wha–? He took me home because he saw that you left and–,”

“No need to lie. I saw the pictures,” Rolling his eyes, he fumbled with his phone to turn the brightness up, “I always tell you about my escapades, why don’t you tell me any of yours?” He questioned, leaning over to show her the pictures dating from last night.

Because I don’t have any ‘escapades’, she thought.

“It’s because I haven’t slept with anyone,”

Harry furrowed his brows, forehead scrunching, “In a while?”

She shook her head, stammering a bit from her unplanned confession, “N-no, in ever,” Her fingers twist the button of her jeans, tightening the fabric around her waist, the blouse she’d picked for today matched the black denim; everything went well the dark jeans. “I haven’t slept with anyone except you,”

He gasped incredulously, “Really?” He then doubled over in cackling laughter, “That’s a funny joke, now tell me the truth. How many has it been? 3? 5?” He muttered while counting on his fingers, “I know mine is at least 23, plus last night would be 24,”

Y/N shifted her soles uncomfortably in her socks. She definitely didn’t need to know how many women Harry had fooled around with, she didn’t even need to see him recount every one of them in perfect memory as if they all did something memorable to him.

—-

Harry was taken aback at her confession. He figured that Y/N must’ve fooled around with somebody else at least once. Now he didn’t know if she was lying about the number of her flings to make him feel guilty because he had taken full advantage of what this relationship had to offer.

Deep inside, he knew that if she did begin to talk about other men like he did with women–he wouldn’t be able to handle the jealousy bubbling inside of him. It’s not like he could control what he says any better either; it would be a big mess. All in all, he was glad that she avoided talking about men in front of him.

He can always claim to love her–he does, by the way–but at times he gets antsy in his pants because she could walk in the door at any time and break it off with him. Even though his body was not entirely hers, his heart was a piece of him that she will forever carry in her dainty hands. He had decided long ago that nobody took better care of him other than Y/N, and he was eternally grateful for her ability to withstand his mistakes and misfortunes.

Harry didn’t like the idea of his girl hanging around with other guys and he was aware that Y/N wasn’t too fond of him being around various women often. However, both of them were too coward to actually say something to each other. They knew each other very well, but not at this topic. This topic was blurry and foggy, and they had no sense of what to do to stop this. Both of them would probably project their feelings and ideas to one another, and it would only create an even bigger mess because their pride was too huge to push aside.

The fact the Y/N doesn’t share about her experiences caused Harry to think of the worst, that being that her tendency to not make him a part of it meant that she must be doing it secretly– as if he was doing it behind his back, times two. If Y/N did go out with another guy, she was doing it very sneakily as the press hadn’t caught her and her arm candy. She must be going out on dates when he was out of the house. Maybe she even brought them back in their home and fucked them on the marble kitchen counter. Not once had she called about canceling dinner plans or meetings so she must be doing it while Harry was off fucking the brains out of some random chick whom he’d have to force to sign an NDA later on.

It worried him sometimes if the person she was with treated her right. Y/N wasn’t the type of girl that you hump and dump; if the articles were right about something, it would be that she was the kindest, most humble woman in the business that you would probably feel physically sick if you made a frown etched on her face. He knew he had no right to swipe left on who she wanted to see, much like how he preferred for her to stay out of his decisions on who take home at night.

—-

It was the third day in a row where Harry forgot to pick up Y/N on set. He was on a break from writing and basically everything so it shouldn’t be too much of a problem to get a sense of time and pick up his girlfriend from her filming location. She was sitting at the black leather seats at the front lobby of the building, dressed in the outfit she left in earlier this morning. Her hair was done up in the ’70s do to get the vibe of the part she was supposed to play. All Y/N wanted was to wash the hairspray off of her hair and wipe the makeup from her face, but she couldn’t do that unless she was home. There were already some fans outside the tinted glass windows who caught wind of her whereabouts and she had already interacted with them.

Still no Harry.

“Hey Y/N. Sorry, I’m late,” Harry huffed, his hair wildly curly for it to be the work of the spring breeze. There were marks on his neck and his pupils were blown wild. Of course.

As much as she felt repulsed at his audacity to show up late looking he had just had the best fuck of his life, all Y/N really wanted to do was eat some dinner and cuddle with him–after he had taken a shower.

“It’s fine,” She muttered quietly, voice a little hoarse from how much she had to rehearse to get her lines accurate. “‘M tired.” Burying her head on his chest was a giant mistake because as soon as she was in proper distance from him, a sweet scent hit her nostrils and her earlier suspicion was confirmed.

“Aw bub, how about we go home, hmm?” He felt her head nodding against his shirt causing him to look down at her in admiration. She was such a hard-working woman who was determined to achieve greatness. “Let’s go,”

Upon settling in Harry’s car, Y/N lazily buckled in her safety belt and sat patiently while Harry rounded the front of the vehicle to get to the other side. He opened the door and got comfortable as well before starting the roar of the engine and shifted the gear to reverse, pulling out of his parking space.

“So I was thinking maybe we could cook dinner together,” She started. “We’ll cook your favorite, then we can watch a movie in bed while cuddling like we used to.” Y/N’s eyes softened at the thought of being affectionate with Harry. “What do you say, H?”

He hummed in response, not saying much else. Y/N assumed it was because of the heavy traffic that kept his attention on the road. She didn’t mind though, just knowing that his presence with near her made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. They hadn’t been together much, not even at nights where it should be reserved. He was always off staying at some lady’s chateau and as much as she was glad that he was safe; she wished and preferred that he would–one day–pick their home as a safe haven.

Y/N must’ve taken a bit of nap because she was woken up with a slight shake to her shoulder. Harry smiled at her gently, informing her that they were home. She adjusted her eyes to the bright space of their house, lights guiding the way to the cobblestone pathway to the front door. She grasped the handle of the car, pulling it towards her while using her other hand to push the entrapment in order to exit. Y/N was about to swing her legs over the seat when she realized that Harry was entitled to his phone which was buzzing repeatedly in his hand.

“H?” Y/N called out but to no avail. He was biting his lip, tearing the skin slightly. “Harry?” She questioned again but all she received was the soft purr of the engine. “Harry!”

The rising volume of her voice snapped him out of his electronic trance, “Yeah?”

Y/N scoffed to herself, rolling her eyes minutely before asking: “What do you say about dinner?”

“Oh, uhm, I think it would be a great idea but–,”

“Great! Then we can pick a movie and cuddle afterward, yeah?” She interrupted, feeling excitement vibrating through her bones.

“Actually, I’m busy tonight,” He admitted sheepishly, dimple popping in a slight indent. “Maybe some other time?”

His answer got Y/N speechless and her mouth was dropping open and closed in a matter of seconds. “Where are you going? Is there something wrong?” The concern in her voice was enough to make him feel a bit guilty.

“No actually– I uh–,” The buzz of his phone distracted his train of thought and his eyes widened when his thumbprint unlocked his cell. Harry whispered a breathy ‘fuck’, not meaning for Y/N to hear it.

Y/N shifted her hand to rest on the cushion of the car seat, reaching over to grab Harry’s phone from his clutch. She could see his fingers trying to grasp on the air where his phone used to be, his eyes growing wide when he witnessed his girlfriend glance down at the white screen illuminating her face.

It showcased a conversation between him and a girl named Chloe. Y/N inspected the messages they had sent each other in the past minute and she almost gagged.

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You think you can sneak away for a bit? Y/N gets to spend almost every day with you! Come on, I can cook you dinner and offer a show…

She rolled her eyes at the atrocity of the message the woman sent, but it wasn’t anything compared to Harry’s reply.

Mm, you definitely know how to persuade someone into giving you what you want. I’ll make something up. I expect you to be waiting for me in an hour or so.

The show would be even better if you wore the white panties you were wearing yesterday

It was a simple request that caused Y/N’s heart to pound for attention to be soothed, yet she couldn’t do anything else but let her thumb scroll down further. A part of her wanted to blow up, throw the phone on the ground and watch it shatter in pieces; much like how her heart felt after comprehending the filthy messages. Another, more sensible, part of her wanted to calmly return his pain-inducing device calmly and not give him the satisfaction of seeing her eyes well up with tears.

Of course, I bought them as per your request. I know white lingerie is your favorite.

It is when I take it off your body,

I need you Harry

Im coming. I expect you to be naked.

Her throat was dry and she still had a bit of trouble understanding the lengths he was willing to go through just to fuck some girl. He was planning on blatantly lying to her about his plans for the evening and showed no hesitation of leaving dear Y/N once again for the umpteenth time.

“I guess I’ll be spending tonight with just me,” Y/N chuckled bitterly, having half the mind on locking his phone to try to erase the messages somehow before handing it back to him. Harry stared at the phone as if it would burn his skin if it touched him; it felt like it to Y/N, too.

She proceeded with her previous actions, stepping off the vehicle and slamming the door shut before Harry could say anything. Y/N fumbled with the keys on the walk over to the front door, rushing to find the right one.  

“Y/N, wait!” Harry pulled on her arm, making her face him. “I-i, you weren’t supposed to see that,” His tone was demeaning as if it was her fault that she was hurt.

“Obviously I wasn’t. What did I expect asking you for dinner and a movie?” She admitted, attitude going down in the dumps and a little sourer. “Guess I’m always last on the list, huh?”

He shook his head fast that it was dizzying, “No you’re not,” She lifted a hand to silence him from his unprepared excuses, “Save it. Just go.”

And with that, Harry was left immobilized on the gravel while Y/N skipped towards the front door. She made eye contact with him before shutting the door against the frame.

—-

Y/N was disheartened that her long and tiring day only sought to be more disappointing than she had expected. How could she ever think Harry would be able to deliver with her request? He was busy pleasing other woman and to even think of satisfying Y/N was swirling down the drain.

She huffed, annoyed at his ability to piss her off every twenty minutes. This was who they were behind closed doors. The speculations of their fans and the prying articles of news outlets could have never guessed that precious Y/N and Harry were not as innocent as they appeared to be. This had been their scenario for the past couple of months. This was them now; this is Harry …

But this isn’t Y/N and maybe it’s time for a change.

As YN picked up the light case of her phone, she tapped unto her contact list and found the name she’d been searching for. He had frequented in dropping hints about how he found her attractive, but of course, Y/N never felt objectified because his charm glazed him with an ability to soften the tough barricades of her heart. He was respectful to her and to Harry and kept his distance away from Y/N even though he was looking at her with lustful eyes during the Nolan premier. His self-control was amazing, Y/N gave him that. The way he focused on her with such an intense gaze made her squirm in her seat and partly wished that it was Harry who couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

There had always been sexual tension present in the air between them, but neither parties acted upon it because of who they were. Not only would it cause a big scandal, but they were afraid that it would ruin their friendship with each other. Y/N cared too much and he would rather have her as a friend if he couldn’t have her as a significant other.

Y/N’s fingers tapped on the keyboard with fresh speed; a sentence that she had never thought should, or be able to type.

“Come over and fuck me.”

She waited until the text was titled ‘sent’, before taking a quick shower and slipping into some white lace lingerie that complimented the curves of her body. Y/N popped the cork of a wine bottle as well, setting it on the bedside table and grabbed to clear glasses in the kitchen. After some time, the doorbell rang and she had sprinted down the stairs, walking the last few meters to catch her breath and swung the door open.

Y/N scanned the man in front of her, dressed in a simple white tee and grey sweats that showed off his bulge that she had wondered about frequently. The shared a small smile with each other, a twinkle in their eyes.

“Hey Shawn,” Y/N greeted before feeling a pair of lips pressed against her own. Her chest landing on his broad pane. Somewhere in the distance, the front door slammed shut and her body got pinned on the wood. He groaned lightly against her mouth when she traced a finger on his neck, grazing over the generic soft spot, feeling him shiver with delight and her lashes flutter on her cheeks.

She should’ve done this sooner.

—-

ok not gonna lie, I feel like I totally rushed this but my schedule is getting busier and busier and I didn’t wanna leave you guys yearning for more so ta-da! :D

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[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Scarlet Fever Ch.14 Marinette Dupain-Cheng

LoganLight, AO3

Summary:

Healing hearts.

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Falling.

Adrien remembered falling.

Green bubble bursting as his Cataclysm touched it. The Eiffel Tower rushing past them. Her hand in his. Yo-yo whirling. Excitement.

Blue hand releasing him. Tour Montparnasse reflecting his descent. Plagg telling him to transform. Her arms wrapping around him. Trust.

Wind howling in his face. Earth's curve bright against the sun. His arms wrapping around her. Ladybugs swarming. Relief.

Papillon stood in front of him, Nathalie unconscious and detransformed at Gabriel's feet. Grey mask twisting as his so-called father sneered condescendingly. "You think they'll accept you? I am the only one who gives a damn about you!"

Shadows swirled at the edges of his vision but the rage pushed them back. "You cared more about your precious butterflies than you ever cared about me!" Opening his yo-yo he pointed the white void at the villain. "So, here! Take them!"

Thousands of white butterflies blasted out of his yo-yo and slammed into Papillon, disorienting him. Launching himself forward, Adrien's fist connected with Gabriel's jaw in an uppercut. The Butterfly Miraculous sent flying as darkness pulled him under.

 Adrien jolted upright, heart pounding and lungs gasping for breath as the dream clung to him. Hands wrapping tightly around the sheets of the bed he found himself in. He wasn't falling. The ground wasn't racing up to meet him. Gabriel wasn't there. Papillon wasn't there. Adrien was safe. Safe...

Glancing around, Adrien's mind slowly placed him in one of the suites at Le Grand Paris. Outside, the sky was the deep blue of predawn... Dawn? The sun was setting. It should be setting!

Shoving the sheets away, Adrien scrambled to his feet. Prompting his vision to darken as he became lightheaded. Nearly falling, Adrien knocked a bedside lamp off its cabinet as he attempted to steady himself against it. Willing his limp, shaking limbs to cooperate, Adrien forced himself upright.

The double doors of the bedroom banged open as a large man rushed in. Adrien's heart jumping into his throat as he dropped to the floor... Before the Gorilla's face came into view. His bodyguard's strong arms lifted Adrien back onto the bed.

"Wh-what... ?" Adrien's thoughts jumbled together. Too muddled to settle on a single question.

Easy, he signed. There was something odd about the Gorilla. He didn't have his perpetual scowl as he knelt down to look at Adrien eye to eye. You've been asleep for a while.

Sleeping? No, Adrien didn't have time to sleep he had to save- "Marinette!" Trying to stand, Adrien's head swam and he fell against the bed. The Gorilla caught him by the shoulders as Adrien's heartbeat hammered against his chest. "Let go! I have to save Marinette!"

"Kid, relax!" A black blur zoomed into his face and stared at him with worried, green, catlike eyes. "Marinette's safe! She's safe! You did it. You saved her, Adrien."

"Plagg..." Breath steadying, Adrien cupped his hands and Plagg settled into them. His eyes watering as the kwami's words sank in and his memories caught up with him. It was over. Everyone was de-akumatized. The only emotions in anyone's head were their own. Only emotions in his head were his own. "Plagg." Voice wavering, Adrien held the little kwami to his chest as his tears fell.

Shifting awkwardly, the Gorilla sat on the bed next to Adrien and tentatively placed an arm around the boy's shoulders. Adrien all but melting into the embrace.

Did Adrien's scarlet nightmare really only last a day? It felt much longer. Plagg purred and Adrien's fingers curled gently around him. Eyes stinging as the frustration, fear, and stress of yesterday rolled down his cheeks. A drop or two landing on Plagg, much more soaking the Gorilla's shirt. Neither complained.

So many questions crowded his head. But they could wait. There was time. Adrien let the warmth surrounding him lull his anxiety and confusion away, until his tears were spent and the sun was painting brighter colors across the sky.

Blinking, Adrien sat up slowly and wiped at his eyes. The Gorilla slept in a chair with his chin on his chest.

"Up again?" Plagg yawned as he roused himself.

Nodding, Adrien was suddenly aware that his Miraculous was back on his finger. Reaching a hand to his ears Adrien felt nothing but skin. "Where's Tikki?"

"Back with pigtails, of course," Plagg informed him.

Clearing his throat, Plagg floated in front of Adrien. "Don't know about you, but I could go for a whole buffet of Camembert!"

Adrien smiled briefly at Plagg's attempt at normalcy but his brow quickly furrowed. Marinette was with her family again. Kagami, Nino and Luka too, probably. They were all with their parents. Parents who didn't terrorize the city and didn't keep their not-actually-dead spouse a secret from their kids and didn't try to brainwash their ONLY SON and didn't-

"Good... That's... good..." Thinking about Marinette made his chest clench and his stomach churn. He didn't quite understand. Sweat beaded on his brow and his heart sped up. Even as he felt a great burden lifted off his shoulders...

"Adrien."

Adrien's head snapped toward Plagg, uncurling his fists. Taking deep breaths, Adrien tried to blink the tears out of his eyes, wiping them away when that didn't work. "I... Where's Gabriel?"

Plagg's fur bristled in rage at the mention of that name but it faded quickly. Eyes softening with concern for his holder. He wasn't sure how Adrien would react... "A nice comfy cell next to Nathalie."

"Good!" Eyes stinging, Adrien willed himself to stop crying. Dear old dad didn't care about him! Gabriel -Papillon- made that perfectly clear! ...So, why did his heart ache? Why couldn't he stop caring about that sorry excuse for a human being?

"A-and Maman?" Adrien asked tentatively. "What about her?"

Ears flattening, Plagg moved closer. "She's still down there. Tikki and Nooroo told us what Gabriel did... Adrien?"

No more crying. He'd done enough crying. Stop crying! His vision blurred. Great.

"She was right there, Plagg." Adrien's voice broke. "She was right there and he... Do you know how much I wanted to see her face just one more time? How I begged him to explain what happened? I could've visited her every day. Talked to her. Told her about meeting all of my friends. I could've had my mother, Plagg! Even if..." Adrien took a shuddering breath as his voice rose. "Even if she couldn't hear me... Even if she couldn't wake up! I could've been there!"

The Gorilla jumped to his feet at the yell, instantly awake, stance ready to defend, chair toppling to the floor. Adrien flinched at the sudden movement.

But Plagg focused solely on Adrien. Floating closer, he placed a paw on Adrien's cheek and gazed into his eyes, the boy leaning into his touch. Ten thousand years of loss and he still couldn't find the right words.

"...I know you would have." Because that was the only thing Plagg could say.

Nora was growing tired of the tense silence between the old man and Baguette's maman. Baguette herself shifting uncomfortably between them. When the runt came in she practically threw herself into a hug with Hawaiian Shirt. Muttering apologies for being akumatized.

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Stupid. Wasn't her fault Mothman went all sudden death on them. The supposed adults agreed on that at least.

They talked for a bit about things Nora didn't quite get until one of them mentioned Sleeping Beauty. One of the things she didn't understand was why Bug Boy was such a touchy subject. He saved them, after all. Baguette spoke intermittently with a little bug-like creature that floated around, like the one that gave Nora her Bee powers but red.

Mind drifting back to the mansion, she remembered how the Royal Runt had called her an amateur. Amateur! Her! The regional champion -once she mopped the floor with that one girl- called an amateur by a shrimp with years less fighting experience! Well, Nora showed her who the amateur was!

... At least until Peacock Lady and Cat/Mouse Girl showed up. Relief at having the Royal Runt's 'evil monologue' interrupted quickly turned into confusion as a weird dark fluid filled up the entire mansion's considerable space. Cat/Mouse Girl practically dragging her into one of the many holes in the floor.

"You're gonna go up there by yourself? You got guts Bug Boy."

And Cat/Mouse Girl but still. Nora helped distract the akuma victims at ground level so the others could go help Bug Boy with his plan. Some of Cat/Mouse Girl's duplicates backing her up. She got about half of those akumatized lightweights with her Venom before the ladybugs swept through.

Nora didn't like how little she actually got done as Piqûre D'abeille. Even if Alya's boyfriend said otherwise. The main job was all Sleeping Beauty.

Everything going back to normal.

The door clicked open as Sleeping Beauty and his best friend walked in.

Baguette jumped to her feet at the sight of him. Multiple emotions crossed his face before they seemed to settle in his gut. Alya's boyfriend squeezed his hand reassuringly. Baguette's maman walking up to give both boys a hug while the old man looked down. A tiny floating cat came out of Sleeping Beauty's overshirt and zipped toward the red bug.

Oh, thought Nora as realization dawned on her.

"... I'm sorry." Marinette finally ventured.

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They were by themselves in one of the side rooms. Plagg and Tikki spoke with Wayzz on the balcony. Sabine and Fu giving them some privacy as they spoke about... other matters. Oppressive silence filling the too large room for too long moments.

Eyes widening slightly, Adrien turned to face her from his inspection of the blank wall. "What are you sorry for? It wasn't your fault."

"I-I said some... terrible things to you and I..." Marinette curled her arms around herself. "I didn't mean it."

Adrien stared. "You... remember?"

Marinette looked down. "Not... exactly. It's like a dream. Th-the harder you try to remember the more it slips away. But..." Her eyes burned as intense and unpleasant emotions boiled up from hazy half-forgotten memories. "I'm sorry... Chat."

"Hey..." Adrien hesitantly placed his hands along her arms. Tensing at his touch, Marinette's tears fell despite her efforts. Arms itching to wrap around her, Adrien's heart ached at her distress. "It wasn't... It wasn't you. It was Papillon. Gabriel." Adrien's hold tightened protectively.

Adrien stiffened. "No! I-"

Marinette pulled her head up so she could look him in the eye. Cheeks stained with tears.

"... I-is that why you can barely look at me?"

"... It wasn't you!" he repeated, meeting her gaze.

"But she hurt you." It wasn't a question.

Letting his arms drop, Adrien stepped back, averting his eyes. Although she was gone Princess Justice still invaded his thoughts, her accusations echoing in his mind. "Do you... really think I abandoned you?"

Marinette blanched and her breath caught, eyes widening with horror. "What?"

Wincing, Adrien's hand gripped his other arm, shoulders hunching. "That wasn't fair. I shouldn't have said that! Shouldn't have-"

"You never abandoned me!" Marinette gripped his hands in hers. "You were always there for me! As both Adrien and Chat Noir! You-" Her voice broke. "You saved me..."

Stomach churning with guilt, eyes downcast and hands trembling slightly, Marinette thought of everything she couldn't remember. Everything her akumatized self might have done to her friends. Her family. To Adrien. Oh goodness, he hated her didn't he!? Everyone hated her! And they should, she was a lousy excuse for a hero! Couldn't even control herself enough to fight off Papillon's control like Chloe! Hurting her partner, her friend, her crush-

"MARINETTE!"

Snapping out of her downward spiral Marinette found Adrien's eyes right in front of her, staring into her soul with barely restrained panic, cradling her face in both hands. Seeing her expression clear, Adrien's eyes blazed as his worry made way for something else.

"I don't hate you." Adrien enunciated every word. "No one hates you."

A sob escaped Marinette's lips, realizing she had spoken aloud.

"You saved me countless times!" His eyes watered as her's did the same. "You saved Paris countless times!" Yellow smoke intruded into his thoughts, helpless to stop the cycle no matter how many Second Chances he got. "It-" Shame choked his throat and he swallowed it back, averting his eyes. "It's about time I started pulling my weight..."

Frowning, Marinette placed her hands over his. "Who... said you weren't pulling your weight?" His silence was answer enough and the guilt cut at her.

Piecing Adrien and Chat Noir together was surprisingly easy when she let herself consider it. Virtues and flaws that made a terrible sort of sense together. Once Marinette understood that he felt just as alone as she did. And Princess Justice threw it all in his face.

"Well, she was wrong!" Marinette snapped. Gripping Adrien's hands firmly as they trembled.

Grimacing as his chest tightened, Adrien refused to look at Marinette. He knew that. He knew that! Didn't he? So why did Princess Justice's words still feel like the sting of her whip? Leaving him raw and flayed? Why was he still... afraid?

Legs giving out, Adrien all but collapsed to the floor. Dragging Marinette with him. He stared blankly at the wall as his reddened eyes released their tears. Fingers instinctively returning her grip.

"Adrien?"

"I... I feel so useless." Adrien choked out. "E-every time I think about it I go back to how you could've done it better. How you wouldn't have made my mistakes, how you wouldn't have needed more than one miracle cure, how-" Adrien pulled his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees. Marinette releasing his hands as he wrapped his arms around his legs. "How it would've b-been better... i-if I got akumatized... instead of you..."

Despair seemed to pool inside her, pressing against her chest, her gut, her throat. Making it hard to breathe. It came off Adrien like a thick cloud. Marinette remembered this feeling. Though her despair came from a different source the symptoms were similar. And neither responded to logic. "... I don't think it would've been better."

"O- Oh..." Was all Adrien could manage.

Tentatively, Marinette wrapped her arms around Adrien's shoulders, like he did for her. Body shuddering, he took uneven, gasping breaths. As Marinette pulled Adrien close he released his legs, covering his face with his hands in a futile effort to stifle his sobs. Holding his head against her shoulder she stroked his hair soothingly.

Eventually Adrien straightened, wiping at the tear stains on his cheeks as he fidgeted. Embarrassment coloring his features. A chill blew across Marinette where his warmth had pressed against her.

She didn't say anything, no words felt adequate, as his tears were spent and his breathing slowed. So she offered as much reassurance through her presence as she could. Being his friend like he always was for her.

"God," he sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. "Why am I so weak?"

Marinette wasn't sure if it was the way he said it or what it implied but his words filled her with an angry protectiveness. "Adrien Agreste!" His eyes snapped towards her in surprise. "You!" She pointed a finger at his chest. "Are the strongest person I know!"

Eyes widening at the glare she gave him, Adrien stared. Her earnest statement ringing in his ears. She meant it.

Ignoring the rising heat on her cheeks Marinette pushed forward. "You always protect people in danger! When you fall you get right back up again! Even with Aspik-" Adrien flinched and Marinette reached out, holding his hand firmly. "You didn't hesitate to be Chat Noir. To come back. You stood up to Papillon! You stood up to Gabriel! Being hurt after everything you've gone through doesn't make you weak, if anything it shows how strong you are."

The vise squeezing Adrien's heart loosened as he gazed into her eyes. Marinette's untainted words drowning out the akuma's echoes. His hand felt warm in her's. "...I'm supposed to be comforting you."

"Maman and Papa did talk to me before coming here but..." Marinette looked away. "I... I shouldn't have gotten so angry-"

"No." Adrien turned to face her and grabbed both of her hands, holding them together. "You have every right to be angry. No one can bottle up their emotions forever." I should know. "She attacked you." His voice lowered dangerously as he thought back to Lila's scheming. "I'm angry at her, I can only imagine how you feel!"

"What do you mean?"

Taking a deep breath, Marinette spoke evenly. "Alya said a bunch of our classmates that didn't get akumatized heard Lila's confession. One of them even got video. It's likely she'll get expelled so..."

"You don't seem very happy to hear the news," Adrien noticed, her fingers tightening in his grasp.

"I... I hate her, Adrien!" Shame and rage bled into Marinette's voice at the admission. "I hate her so much but I... I didn't want it to be like this!"

"Well..." Marinette blinked back tears as a knot in her stomach untied itself. "I guess it's a good thing we won't have to deal with her anymore."

Adrien glared at the absent girl that hurt his friend. His crush. "You don't have to feel guilty over her, Marinette. You-"

"But that's the thing!" Marinette's gaze bored into Adrien's eyes as she fumbled for the right words. "I don't feel guilty that I hurt her! I feel guilty that I'm not sorry!"

Adrien blinked in surprise.

"I'm Ladybug," Marinette stated, disheartened. "I'm supposed to be better than this."

"You're human." Adrien reminded her gently. "And you're a girl who's selflessly put other people over her own needs for far too long. It's okay to... to not be perfect." A growing awareness pushed at Adrien as he slowly continued. "To put yourself first. No one-" His voice broke and Adrien cleared his throat. "No one will love you any less."

Swirling thoughts that pounded on the inside of Marinette's skull quieted down to manageable levels. Her rapid heartbeat slowing until it no longer roared in her ears. Allowing her to listen to the revelation in Adrien's voice.

Taking one hand out of his grasp Marinette cupped his face as she wiped a stray tear away. Leaving her hand there. "You know that's true for you, too. Right?"

Vision blurring, Adrien's lip trembled as he nodded. Throat refusing to cooperate in forming words.

Suddenly, Marinette let out a hiss of discomfort.

"What? What is it?" Adrien asked worriedly.

"Nothing! It's just... My foot's asleep."

Looking down, Adrien realized Marinette had been sitting on her leg for a while. He couldn't help it. A laugh escaped him. Freeing the lump in his throat and the tension in his chest.

"Wh-what's so funny?" Marinette protested, but the sound was welcome, bittersweet.

Adrien shook his head. "Nothing! I just... here." Lifting her up by the arms he stepped toward the bed. However, he miscalculated how asleep his own limbs were and they both flopped onto it with a yelp of surprise.

The cool sheets felt calming against their heated skin. Adrien and Marinette lying beside each other. Reddened eyes fixed on the other as they wiped their drying tears. Trying to make sense of everything.

"... I think," Adrien began, fiddling with his ring. "Th-that if we never held anyone else responsible for what they did while akumatized. Then we're not gonna start with Marinette Dupain-Cheng!"

Brow furrowing, Marinette placed her hand over his to stop his fidgeting. "Okay. Then we're not going to criticize Mister Bug for taking a while to beat up an entire army without his partner!"

Lacing his fingers with hers, the crease in Adrien's brow mirrored hers. "I..."

"Especially since you won!" Marinette's grip tightened slightly, eyes softening. "You. Won."

Adrien stared at her. Vulnerable and small. "... H-h-how many times are you going to repeat that?"

Marinette smiled gently. "As many times as it takes."

Returning a tentative smile of his own, Adrien closed his eyes. Taking a deep, slow breath. There were still doubts he needed addressed, memories that lacked context, questions going forward. But now Adrien knew he wouldn't be dismissed out of hand. Knew he could ask and Marinette would answer.

And the same was true for her. Marinette had so much on her shoulders, now she didn't have to carry it alone.

If it was the only good that came out of this scarlet chaos, Adrien was glad they could finally be honest with each other.

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