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charmed-asylum · 1 year ago

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911 I need to report a crime this goodness of life and talent just fuckin slaughter my ass in one kill bill swoop

I had to say that as fancy as I can GIRL GIRL 😪😪😪 this is a prime example of a story I feel need to be put on a pedestal and doesn’t get the hype it deserves. So I’m gonna reblog this shit at least once a week bc I mean this is me doing the will smith meme pointing to u. Like nah actually I’m mad y’all need to read this story and then look at my girl @deceitfuldevout page and throw some respect w it shitttttt 💨 🚬😵‍💫

So I had to do that little rant before I get into this story 1st it’s gonna be long I’m gonna throw some fancy slide changes and background music and my laser point ( ooh yea ) but I’m not gonna do that

I should of known by the warnings AND!! Title I should of known whyyyyyyyy did I not know why whyyyyy lord mmm why I didn’t know. And this is a one shot whyyyy

I kid u not just by this alone I should of know but stupid hee haa me didn’t even know how bad I was gonna be after this.

First paragraph in is when I can go back and be like damn u ( come on nahhh) told us something was up u told us the when and how still I didn’t even put two and two together. Details ANGIEEEE THE MOTHER FUCK DETAILS ANd flow got damn it as on point like damn girl smh who told u to be so fuckin flawless w that shit . No one but still u do. Mmmm I think I’m mad bc I dead ass was like oh I can see this be me shit maybe I poss my name into this shit. “ Only sharing an innocent kiss with a childhood friend…” even with tiny things like this add to her character. ( 😜) before u even meet him u get a sense of how is it but GIRL I WISH HE WAS ONLY THIS BAD SHIIIIIIT DAMM NAH NAH NAH HE NO WORDS BUT trillion time worst. Then then u get to the hotel and dannng it sure as hell sounded fancy af shit like pinky up okayyy so I’m like okay he a dick but he got good taste at least u ain’t losing ur shit in a motel 6 . Shit look so nice and stuff I’m forgetting it’s a dark fic but I realize clown 🤡 makeup and a big red horn was my theme w this. Any who She get dress up little look at me now and POW he shows up I’m like damn well that was quick Af no word just demanding the room.

Honey if I saw that fine ass I too would be in aww like dmannnn I got him to give me cookie to thank god and then later that fuckin foreshadowing nagging. Smh way he man handled her when checking her ahhhh I remember scream oh damn at this coffee shop even back to back chat was like damn damn billy wam like lord. She so innocent and he so dirty like the lil good girl and shit WEEE LEE. Or when she got embarrassed she look down and stuff.

At 1st u know it’s little sweet passionate but shit change like a flip of a coin when she touch him like whyyyy she was for it. Man got sure as hell animal like shit makes me wonder if I need a zoo keeper. Bad mouthing her and shit normal Shit u know but nahhhhhh nahhhhhhhhhh that wasn’t even it

LIKE WHEN THAT SHIT DROP MY WHOLE BODY WENT W IT TOOO NAHHHHHH STILL WITH ALL THAT IM LIKE NO NOOOO IT DIDNT ADD UP OBSESSION WAITING A WHILE WANTING U TYIN HER UP but no when he like I send it to ur parents GIRL GIRRRRRRL MMMM NOPE U DIDNT HEAd shake in all taking my boots off and grab my shea butter no u did not just add a plot twist in this shit this ain’t even the big one

Ahhhhhhhhhhh ( grab a 🎤 ahhhhhhh grab a megaphone 📢 ahhhhhhhh go on stage w Beyoncé ahhhhhhhhhhhh jumping up and down swinging my hands around like I got the Holy Ghost Ahhhjj) damn damn damn damn not it’s all making sense yea see yea u see it this man was playing the long term con and shit like think about it THINK THIS MAN SO OBSESSED W THIS GIRL TRACK HER DOWN MADE IT SO HER PARENTS LOST EVERYTHING THEN FOR THAT TO GO TO HER TAKING HER SELF TO SELL FOR HIM TO BE LIKE UNO OUT BITCH AND SNATCH HER UP JUST FOR A PROMISE ANGIEEEEEE A PROMISE U CANT BE NORMAL AND DRUG HER AND KEEP HER AS UR BASEMENT BITCH NAHHH U HAD TO DO THE UPSCALE PETTY WAY DAMN YO LIKE shit I’m mad but I’m mad this was so good I I want to like tag some folks sooooo they read it but I do that separately girl I mean wow to a wow and a pow wow 😯 u always out do urself and today no different

Highest Bidder

Dark!Robert Fishcher x Sugarbaby!Reader

Word Count: +3,066

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Loss of virginity, Human auction, Housewife kink, Breeding kink, Misogynistic remarks, Insults, Just plain abuse, Robert is a warning himself.

Author's Note(s): I have been thinking about this for a hot minute. Inspired by @mypoisonedvine Robert Fischer fic go check it out!!

You couldn't stop checking your phone for an update. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. Did he bail? You had hoped so. It would make things a lot easier. Years ago, if someone had told you that you'd be auctioning off your virginity, well, the first thing you'd do is laugh in their face.

That was before everything went to shit. Your parents ended up in neck-deep debt trying to pay off your college, borrowing money from some sleazy loaner company. Soon having no choice but to debate on filing for bankruptcy. Everything they've worked hard for, gone. You didn't want them to worry about that anymore.

This wasn't a huge deal for you. Personally, you've never had any luck with guys and would rather get this over with. Growing up you were always the awkward, ugly duckling of the friend group, so a boyfriend was out of the picture. Only sharing an innocent kiss with a childhood friend, but that was a long time ago. It was only after you reached your 20's where you began to bloom.

He'd bought your outfit and covered the cost of everything. He wants you ready and waiting for him, all wrapped up like a pretty present. He's very particular about these things, even making a list of errands to run before the big day. He requested for photos of the hair and makeup you'd be wearing for the evening. Scolding you every time you did something he disliked. He wouldn't even try to hide it. You reread his previous text message: Change the makeup. It makes you look like a cheap whore. You scoff at the response...how rude.

Even before all of this he would try to test your patience. Sending messages like, 'Do you know who I am? You should be more grateful that I'm giving you this much attention," or "Anyone would be lucky to be in your position,' which made you physically roll your eyes. This morning, he had given you a call as a reminder of where you would meet. He send you the hotel address with money for a cab.

He made sure to give you call in the afternoon as a reminder of what to do after arriving, ending it with, "I don't want to hear any complaining when I get there." before hanging up. You grumble a stray of curse words, this had better been worth it...

You couldn't believe your eyes on how luxurious the hotel was. It's entrance had been decorated with marble and brass statues. There wasn't a drop of it that didn't scream 'money'. You sheepishly sign in, allowing a worker to carry your bag to the room. It had taken a while before you could reach the top. Part of you was impressed, he had really gone all out.

As soon as you enter the room there was this sort of romantic ambiance to it. From the lighting, to the breathtaking scenery of the city. It was all so...dreamy. But this was no dream. You were going to have sex for the first time by some rich geezer, gross. You take note of the shopping bag on the bed, opening it to find a lingerie set.

You held the fabric, inspecting the material. White lace, with hints of glitter that shine in the light. At least the old man has good taste. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, humming at the sight of it. Not bad...hell, you looked fantastic.

Suddenly the door knob jingles, then a heavy knock follows. You leapt from the bed, approaching to open the door for him. But before you could reach the knob it slams open. A man enters, sporting a well-tailored suit, dressed to the nines from head-to-toe. His hair is combed back, a few strands dangle against his forehead. As you scan the man's face, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.

There's a light rosy hue to his cheeks. You first notice the striking blues of his eyes and how long his lashes are. He looks like he'd have no problem at all searching for someone. So what is he doing paying for someone like you? For a moment, you were in awe of his presence. Staring back at the man like a deer caught in headlights.

The meeting today had taken its toll on Robert. He was supposed to meet with you hours ago, but there had been an emergency with the company's shareholders. He could practically feel his blood boiling, to the point where it felt almost difficult to breathe. He tugs his tie off and yanks for his shirt to open, a few buttons go flying. He lets out a huff, scanning the room with his blue orbs for something, more specifically, someone.

"So you're the one I've been talking to eh?" a hint of humor in his voice, "Let me guess, you're a good girl caught up in the wrong crowd? Is that it?" he taunts, "I'm sure you've 'never' done this before," the corners of his mouth turn upward into a sinister grin. His eyes are emotionless. Cold as ice. Yet why did they seem so comforting? As if you've seen them before.

He drops his suitcase at the end of the bed, turning towards you. He eyes you up and down, as if he were deep in thought, "Give me a spin," and of course you follow his orders. He raises a brow, "Come here," he commands. You stare back at him, unsure of what he'd just said. Robert sighs, he doesn't have time for this. He's slightly drunk and exhausted from work. Right now he just wants some hard, animalistic fucking.

He tugs your underwear to the side, examining his prize. He bunches up the waistband of your panties before yanking the fabric down. You held your breath, now riddled with anxiety. This was a bit too...casual for comfort. He fists the fabric, holding it to the side while the other hand held your hip.

His voice is deep, much deeper in person, "Hold it for me," he wants to get a good look at his purchase. His thick fingers slide down your pubic area, grazing against the bare skin, he hums, "Even waxed yourself like I told you to, good girl." he slaps the side of your hip, as if he were examining livestock. Your stomach coils at the realization. Never in your life have you felt so...objectified. Still, now wasn't the time to back down. He pushes you against a desk. Until you were now leaning on the table.

He spreads your folds with his thick digits, examining them closely. He held your clit between his fingers, pinching it lightly. You let out a whine from the sensation, bucking your hips from the sudden discomfort. He retreats his hand before flipping you over. His chest now pressed against your back. He pushes you against the table, bending you over for a better view.

He rubs his fingers over your bare slit. His thumb caressing your bundle of nerves. When he stands up you finally snapping the fabric back. You lower your head with embarrassment. He grips your chin, lifting it until you're face-to-face, "No don't hide from me now..." he plops himself on a chair, tilting his chin up, "Why don't you make yourself useful and help me get this off?"

If you weren't getting paid you would've scoffed at his rudeness. It was obvious he was into power play. Being in total control of everything. Now wasn't the time for any emotions to get involved. You help him remove his coat and tie, even unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He's still wearing his pants, now unclasped. He stares you down, a smirk now lingering on his cold features, "Take off your clothes,"

When you start to quickly unclasp the garter belt, Robert's voice booms, "Stop." he orders, "Do it slower," he leans back in the recliner, already palming his erection. You shyly unclasp your belt, letting the straps fall off each shoulder. His hand grazes on an exposed breast, sending shivers down your spine.

He chuckles, "Oh...don't tell me you're that sensitive?" a crude remark. Your brows furrow, why did he have to tease you so? He notices your obvious discomfort, "Don't worry darling, your only job is to fuck," as if that would make things better, "Do you know how to suck cock?" he questions. You give him a hesitant nod, "No...I've never done it before this is my first time--"

"I didn't ask for a whole life story,"

"...No," your lips press in a thin line. He was really pushing it, "So you've never had sex or sucked cock before, tell me, what have you done?" he pulls out his member, already hard and leaking. It's tip was flush pink, the same as his lips. He spits into his palm before working himself up, he knows you're nervous. He wants you to be intimidated by him. He pumps his shafts with slow strokes, "Tell me, what gets you off..." he sighs.

You look down to your feet, suddenly his voice booms, "No, do not look away," to which you began to tear up. His voice is soft now, "Sweetheart, look at me," he huffs. You look up at him now with tearful eyes, he groans, "Oh...that's it..." stroking his cock faster. A finger points directly at you in a 'come hither' motion. You walk towards him, still eyeing his shaft. How was that going to fit?

You felt warm despite the lack of clothing, there's a pooling sensation between your legs. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. His tongue darts against a breast. He teases the bud with his teeth. He made sure it was swollen and sensitive before giving attention to the other breast.

You never knew it could feel this...good. As soon as your hands reach for his hair he instantly stops, Robert remembers the reason why you're here. It wasn't to see him. You only wanted one thing, and he doesn't have time to play pretend. He just came here to collect what he's owed. At the end of the day, you were just a hired whore. He swats both hands away, giving you a cold look. He lifts himself from the seat, throwing you against the carpet. You're confused at the sudden mood swing. It frightens you. Where the hell did that come from?

"It's a shame, you were doing so well," Robert sits up, his leaking cock now presses against his abdomen. He's pissed. He paid you for your time, you were suppose to focus only on his needs. Every word that came from his mouth dripped with anger, "It seems like you need a reminder on whore etiquette," he knows you've probably fucked a few before him, this was all part of your little roleplay act.

"I'm not a whore!" you detest lying, what made him not believe you? Forget it...this wasn't worth an argument, "You know what? You can take your money back asshole! Fuck this and fuck you--" a hand grips around your neck. He'll have to show you a thing or two of what comes with selling yourself out, especially to a complete stranger. You've always known deep down you'd regret your first, but this was downright terrifying.

This man, he didn't even see you as a person. As a human being. To him, this was all a transaction that needed to be paid, "What did you think that website was for? It's a human auction. Not just your cunt. Meaning I own your ass for the next few hours," he leans in, pressing his nose against yours, he growls, "Remember your place..."

Robert pulls you up by the hair, throwing you onto the bed. You scramble to get away but he's much stronger. He began to wrestle you. To which you land a slap on his cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. You pause, now too scared to move. He touches the tender skin, it would for sure leave a bruise by tomorrow. Which just so happens to be when he has an important meeting, "You little bitch..." he grips your jaw until it aches, forcing your mouth to open.

He takes the opportunity to spit inside, covering your mouth and pinching your nose. You felt like you wanted to gag. Finally, after fighting to hold your breath, you swallow. He grins, "See? even if you try to fight me, I always get what I want..."

You, of all people, should know this about him. Instead you try putting up a fight, "I hate you! I hate you! Let me go!" thrashing around. Both of his hands now pressed against your throat. He scolds, "If you want it to hurt I'll make it hurt like nothing else..." he flips you over, pressing his body against your own, making it harder to breathe.

He lets his pants slide down. Tugging off his boxers. He spits a wad into his hand, that should be enough to get comfortable, for him. But for you? Well, he wants it to hurt you. Otherwise, how will you learn? Whores like you deserve to feel pain. That's what you get for teasing him in your photos. He growls into your ear, "Time to try my pussy..."

He yanks down your panties before pressing his leaking tip against your opening. He muffles your cries in his palm. You couldn't hold back the tears. This man is going to break you! As retaliation you tilt your head to the side and bit into his forearm. He grunts from the pain, it only encourages him to carry out your punishment. He thrusts harder, grinding down his hips to reach as deep as he could go.

You sob from the pain, going limp from shock. All you could do was cry into his hand, bracing yourself against the cushioning below. You turned your head to face the mirror, taking a good look at your own sad, pathetic reflection. You were being dominated by a complete stranger. How did it get to this point? When did you become so pathetic? So desperate to the point where you became a whore for hire?

He held you close to his chest. He knows now you're too tired to fight him off. He kept jutting his hips back and fourth, moaning in your ear with a deep grumble. You could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath. It repulses you. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were of skin-to-skin slapping, Robert's insults, and your muffled cries.

"Fuck....fuck m'gonna cum..." he grunts. He rubs his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scented perfume. He drags his face across the soft, supple skin. He can tell by the shimmer that you applied an expensive lotion earlier. Of course you wanted him, what woman wouldn't? He's handsome, rich, successful, he's the entire package.

So why were you begging for him not to finish inside? You were just being stubborn, that's all. He'll have to remind you of who's in charge, "I bought this pussy fair and square. If I want to put a baby in it, then bitch, I will," he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting until the skin breaks. He doesn't stop thrusting his hips. Plunging his cock deep inside to coat your womb. He moans, furrowing his brows from the feeling of your velvety walls.

"You think you're better than me huh? Old enough to fuck but not old enough to get knocked up, yeah fucking right" he huffs, "You just wanted an excuse to be whore..." His voice becomes hoarse, as the pleasure began to increase, "Fuck...fuck I'll buy you a big house just so I can fuck you in it...hm...yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?" he doesn't stop his vigorous thrusts, "I’ll fuck some babies into you hm? You'd like that? I’ll give you a baby with blue eyes…something to remind you of me…" he locks his arm around your neck, locking you in place.

All you could do was whine as you wait for the inevitable. Robert licks a stripe against your ear. He grunts with satisfaction, "Want you to remember this for the rest of your life....every time you think about your first time, you'll be thinking of me...." he fastens his pace. All you could do was stare back at your reflection. A tear trickles down your cheek. You couldn't help but agree. It was true, this moment would haunt you for the rest of your life.

Robert knows it. That's what gives him such an ego boost. He felt like he was on top of the fucking world. He growls in your ear, "Remember this, I.Fucking.Own.You." before unloading his spunk deep inside. He muffles a moan in the crook of your neck, bowing his head down to feel the bliss of it all. Fuck, he never came so much in his life. Was it the adrenaline or the pussy? He doesn't care. All he knows is that it's money well spent.

He slowly begins to pull out, hissing from the pleasure your pussy gave. He moans at the sight of his shaft dipped in a crimson tint, "Fuck me...if that isn't a sight for sore eyes..." he's made sure to mark his territory. He flips you over, you're too scared to even look at him.

He slides his hand from your stomach to your pelvis, "Hold on...I want to see it.." giving your lower abdomen a light push, forcing the rest of his seed out. It's mixed with a string of red. His lids are hooded, there's a twitch to his features. He grins, "Fuck...guess you weren't lying about me being your first..." he chuckles, "And here I thought you were just another lying whore..." playing with your emotions.

Robert lifts himself from the bed. He retrieves his belt on the floor, tying your wrists to the bed post. He doesn't want to risk you running away from him. Not while he still had a few hours left. He fixes himself in the mirror, coming his hair back to how it was before. Making sure that there wasn't a single strand out of place. He admires himself in the mirror. He felt like a fucking champ. Like nothing in the world could stop him, and so far there hasn't been.

Robert knew this was a good idea the moment he saw your profile online. He'd been tracking you down for quite some time, it's been a while. His obsession growing with each message sent. He had to own you. Mind, body, and soul. It was a good idea to install the hidden camera in the hotel. He could only stare at you while in the office. He could only view you changing into the set he'd purchased, admiring yourself in the mirror. He had to wait another agonizing hour before work was finished.

He notices the way you'd tried being presentable, all for him. How you would constantly check your phone just to see what his orders were. Submissive, compliant, needy. So fucking needy. That little pussy of yours needed his cock to break it in. He doesn't want it to end, he tosses a few bills onto the mattress, you don't even flinch. Your mind had already escaped.

Robert leans in, caging your body with his arms, "Why don't I keep you as my little plaything, hm?" he knows you've recently graduated. But what use was a degree compared to what he could give? What greater reward than being his pretty little housewife? You might as well put those looks to use. He plants a kiss against your lips, humming in satisfaction, "Need a good girl to balance me out..." he begins to rant, "And if you ever think of leaving me, I'll send a video of us fucking to your parents,"

But the thing is, you never told him who your parents were. It was then when the pieces began to fall into place. How could you be so stupid? His username was R-Morrow.

This was no other than the owner of Fischer Morrow, the man responsible for your landing parents in deep debt. Of course they trusted him, he was no other than your childhood bestfriend. You lift yourself up to face him. Your voice in disbelief when you question the identity of the strange man, now with a tearful look, "R-Robbie?" you whisper. He pauses for a moment, head turning to the side as he looks your way, "Did you miss me?"

"...Why? I-I don't understand..." you began hyperventilating. This wasn't happening. Your childhood friend had taken your virginity. At one point, he was your entire world. He approaches you, no longer a lanky young boy but a man. He cups your face, pressing his forehead against yours. He sighs, "Don't you remember the promise we made? To find each other?" his eyes bore into yours, "I could only dream of it, but now?" he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him, "But now? Now you're finally mine..."

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babyjagihoney · 4 years ago

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Characters: Wonwoo x fem reader

Genre: Actor!Wonwoo, Dad!Wonwoo, Fluff

Warnings: mentions of kissing scenes (Not too much tho!)

Jeon Wonwoo enters their home after a long day of meeting and script reading for his upcoming movie. Upon entering, he immediately smelled the dinner that his wife is cooking.

“Love? I’m home!” He announced his presence and in a few seconds, he saw his wife’s bright smile as she approached him to give him a peck on the lips.

“Welcome home, love! How was the script reading?” You asked as they were walking inside their home.

“It was fun! I love the storyline, makes me excited for the movie!” he enthusiastically answered, making you nod in understanding as you gently smiled at him.

“That’s great! makes me feel excited too! Can’t wait to see you again in the big screen!” You said and he chuckled at you “now, go change into a more comfortable clothes. Your son’s in his room probably playing. I’m just gonna finish cooking our dinner okay?”

Wonwoo nodded at you and gave you another kiss before going to you son’s room.

“Where’s my baby boy?” Wonwoo shouted in the hallway, waiting for his son to come out of his room and give him a warm welcoming hug. But much to his confusion, no one came.

He peaked into his son’s room and saw him busy playing with his toys so Wonwoo decided to just take a shower and change his clothes first before playing with him.

After a quick shower and changing into a more comfortable clothes, Wonwoo immediately went back to his son’s room to play with him. “Hey there, buddy! Daddy’s home!” He greeted but his son just looked at him and then continued playing.

Now, Wonwoo’s more confused and... sad. This is the first time his son ignored him and he didn’t know why. Did he just woke up from his nap? His son is usually cranky when he just woke up.

“Minwoo? Aren’t you going to give daddy a kiss? I just got home.” Wonwoo tried once again but Minwoo just shook his head at him. It broke Wonwoo’s heart more when his son moved away and turned his back from him.

“Baby? Is something wrong?” He worriedly asked as he approached Minwoo once again. “Come on, Minwoo. Talk to daddy.” He softly said.

“No!” Minwoo exclaimed with tears starting to fall from his eyes before running out of his room. Wonwoo was left dumbfounded and sad at his son’s actions. He has no idea what made his son act that way but he’s worried so he followed him outside.

There he saw you near the dining table, probably setting it up for dinner but here you are now, trying to calm a crying Minwoo who’s clinging onto you. You looked at Wonwoo apologetically as you rubbed Minwoo’s back, comforting him.

“Sshhh.. stop crying now baby. Daddy’s waiting for you.” You whispered as Wonwoo walked closer to the both of you.

“Noooo!!!” Minwoo cried more “I don’t like daddy!” He shouted and Wonwoo’s heart sank once more after hearing those words. He didn’t know what he did wrong to make his son react like this.

You looked at Wonwoo and he saw you trying to control your smile which makes Wonwoo even more confused, “Baby, I told you it’s part of daddy’s work. Don’t be mad at him.” You calmly explained to your son and smiled gently at Wonwoo.

So it’s something related to his work. Did he miss something? As far as Wonwoo knows, Minwoo has no activity at school that he should attend. And it’s definitely not Minwoo’s birthday.

“Minwoo, what’s wrong?” He asked but Minwoo didn’t answer. He just continued to cling on to you.

“Daddy’s talking to you sweetheart.” You patiently said. “Dada’s sad because you’re ignoring him.”

This seemed to work because Minwoo now reluctantly looked at Wonwoo. Tears still falling down.

“Don’t ignore dada anymore okay? Dad’s heart will break if you ignore him.” You explained and Minwoo nodded. “Good boy, now go to dada. He misses you already.” You added before kissing him on his cheeks and Wonwoo took his son from you, Minwoo hesitantly clinging onto his father.

“Did daddy do something wrong?” He softly asked but Minwoo didn’t answer. “Minwoo?”

“B-because.. y-you..” Minwoo sniffed, his lips quivering and tears are falling from his eyes as Wonwoo carefully wiped the tears, “y-you kissed an-another g-girl!” Minwoo finished and bawled his eyes out once again.

Wonwoo was surprised at his son’s answer and immediately sent you a confused look to silently ask about it but you just mouthed the title of his ongoing drama and it immediately clicked in his mind.

“Aaww baby, I’m sorry for that but it’s part of dada’s work.” He patiently explained but he can’t help but smile at his son’s cuteness. Wonwoo still feels bad that his son is crying because of his kissing scene with his co-actress.

“Noooo!!” Minwoo cried in protest “But what about mom? You don’t love her anymore??” Minwoo said and cried once more. Wonwoo wiped his son’s tears away as he calmed him down.

“Of course I love mommy. I will always love you and mommy okay? Don’t cry anymore, baby.” He said and kissed his son’s forehead.

“You will only kiss mommy from now on?” Minwoo asked.

“Yes, I will.” Wonwoo confidently answered.

“Promise?” Minwoo asked once again as he held up his pinky finger.

Goodbye acting projects. Wonwoo thought before doing the pinky promise with his son, “I promise.”

“Okay” Minwoo nodded and then hugged Wonwoo tightly.

After that dramatic scene with his son, the Jeon family had their dinner peacefully. Wonwoo offered to wash the dishes after dinner while you washed Minwoo up before his bedtime. Then Minwoo requested for his dada to read him a bedtime story to which Wonwoo gladly did.

“So, your son’s still mad at you?” You joked as he entered your bedroom making Wonwoo sigh. He laid beside you, burying his face on the crook of your neck, and his arms wrapping around your waist. “Aww baby, don’t cry.” You joked once again and giggled at your clingy husband.

“I was scared. I thought I forgot an important occasion today to make him upset like that.” He admitted and you chuckled at him.

“Well, I was scared too when he suddenly cried while I was watching your drama earlier. I thought he was hurt while playing or something and then he goes ‘why is daddy kissing another girl?’ while bawling his eyes out.” You explained making Wonwoo sigh once again.

“I should be careful now in accepting acting roles” Wonwoo said, now laying on his back

“Oh babe, he’ll understand your work as soon as he grows up.” You consoled him and cupped his cheeks as you pecked his lips.

“Thank you.” Wonwoo mumbled on to your lips, making you pull back and gave him a confused look.

“For what?” You asked

“For explaining it patiently to Minwoo and for being understanding and for not getting jealous at those kind of scenes.” Wonwoo sincerely said.

“How sure are you that I’m not jealous though?” She asked as she raised her brows. This made Wonwoo look at you worriedly but you just laughed at his reaction, “I’m just kidding. Of course I’ll always be here to support you in everything okay? Me and Minwoo.”

Wonwoo sighed once again but this time in relief, “I’m really lucky to have you and our little family. I love you.” Wonwoo said and kissed you on your forehead.

“Hmm, love you too, dada Won” you said and snuggled closely to your husband.

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Yeah I know. Another Wonwoo fic ✋😩 but he’s my ult and this has been sitting in my notes app for so looong! I almost forgot that I wrote this! 😆 but I hope you all enjoyed this one and as always, feedbacks are highly appreciated!! 🥰

Also, what do you guys think about a mini series of Dad!Wonwoo ?? I’ve been thinking about Wonwoo as a dad/husband a lot and I may or may not have written a few drafts about it already. Let me know what u think about this, friends!! <33

#Seventeen #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo imagine #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #dad!wonwoo #actor!wonwoo #wonwoo scenarios

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marjorie189 · 4 years ago

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Australia

Hey ya’ll so this Ryland Storms Imagine was written less than a year ago with @alltimecalvinhood. We had planned to create an imagines book for Ryland on Wattpad but she unfortunately went MIA. I decided to post this imagine because it’s way too good to just have it saved away on a doc without being read, but full credits also go to @alltimecalvinhood alongside myself!

This was going to have a part 2 but I wouldn’t want to continue this without @alltimecalvinhood since it was our planned imagine, so I wouldn't want to take credit for something we both worked on!

Enjoy you guys❤️

You were sleeping when you felt your phone vibrate a couple times under your pillow. You smiled in your sleep knowing it was Ryland‘s good morning texts.

You slid your hand under your pillow trying to get your phone, your eyes still shut wishing you could be sleeping. Once your phone was disconnected you slowly opened your eyes, catching a glimpse of his messages.

Your heart fluttered as you saw his contact:

Ryland🥵🤩💦❤️❤️

You grinned knowing he missed you.

You opened them up.

Messages:

You smiled at how adorable he was. His whole “bad boy/player” image on tiktok and on the vlogs wasn’t accurate when it comes to you.

His whole act changes when he’s with you. You always tease him and call him a simp.

Like The Ryland Storms acting all soft, sending good morning texts, acting all desperate for attention. Who?

You and Ryland were exclusive but not official. At least not yet.

You both acted all lovey dovey with each other and weren’t afraid to show it. The fans loved it. You just never put a label on it.

Not that you guys didn’t want to have the “boyfriend & girlfriend” title, it’s just that you both are getting to flirtatiously know each other. You both were going with the flow, and it has been going great.

You chuckled at him calling you Shawty. Him trying to act all bad boy like, to impress you. You decided to play along with his name calling. You jokingly called him daddy.

You laughed and quickly got up. You headed to the restroom to brush your teeth and face.

You then walk to your closet and choose a simple outfit to go to the Hype House in.

Outfit:

Hair:

Makeup:

Once you were done you checked your phone and decided to look at twitter before you left to meet Ryland.

You were looking at tweets when you came across a fan edit of you and Ryland.

Click to see edit!

You smiled as you watched and retweeted it.

You then clicked on Ryland’s twitter and saw his most recent tweet.

You smiled at the thought of going to Australia with him. You checked the comments and what you saw made you feel some type of way.

It was a comment from Indiana Massara.

“What the fuck?” You whispered to yourself.

You didn’t want to overreact just yet but it seemed like she was trying to get at Ryland.

You checked her account and her latest tweet made you gasp angrily and laugh dryly.

How could she have the audacity to tweet that she wanted to travel to Australia with someone “special” right after Ryland tweets that he wants to go to Australia. It’s not a coincidence, especially since she commented on his tweet.

This got you pretty heated. You got your car keys and headed to the Hype House.

Car:

The whole car ride you were heated by the thought of Indiana making moves on Ryland. Everyone knows that you and him are exclusive, so why would she even cross those boundaries. You rolled your eyes and gripped on the steering wheel tightly.

After about a few minutes you pulled up to the Hype House. You pulled up to the driveway and parked next to Thomas’s new Tesla.

You walked in and saw Avani, Tony, and Ondreaz sitting in the living room.

They all turned when they heard the door open.

“Y/N!” They all said in unison with wide smiles, when they saw you.

“Hiii!” You say happily smiling at them but then it vanished.

“Why aren’t you running up to see your lover boy? I’m sure he’s waiting for you in his room.” Tony smiled at you from the couches.

You walked up to them and sat next to Tony. Avani and Ondre being on the other couch.

“Yeah for reals!” Avani laughed. “The first thing you do is go upstairs to see him. Why are you here?” She joked.

Ondreaz laughed causing them all to laugh.

“Woww. Thanks. I feel so welcomed.” You laughed. “It’s just that I saw some tweets and it just got me mad” You say.

Ondreaz furrowed his eyebrow. “What do you mean? You okay?” He says.

“Yeah I’m fine. It’s just annoying.” You huffed rolling your eyes.

“Well come on show us.” Tony nudged you.

You sighed and pulled up the tweets.

Avani and Ondre sat on the same couch as you and Tony to see them.

You showed them Ryland’s tweet about Australia.

“Okay and do you not want him going to Australia?” Ondreaz laughed.

“You’re dumb. Noo!” You laughed rolling your eyes.

“Ohhh. I see.” Avani says, noticing Indiana’s comment.

“What?” Tony and Ondreaz say immediately looking over at Avani. They both looked confused as can be.

You laughed at their faces.

“Look at the comments.” She sassily says rolling her eyes at them. “I swear boys are so dumb!” She says annoyed.

You laugh agreeing.

They both looked at her comment.

“Okay what if she’s just being friendly?” Tony asked looking at you.

You and Avani faced each other and gave each other a what the fuck face.

“Okay clearly you know nothing about how girls act.” Avani says sarcastically.

“Okay okay what he means is what if she was just commenting on a friend's tweet? Like it’s a possibility. But I get how you see it. You can also see her as trying to flirt with Ryland.” Ondreaz added.

“Yeah thank you! No need to be mean!” Tony said, feeling offended.

You smiled at him and gave him a hug.

You both laughed.

“I totally agree with you Ondre. At first I was like what the fuck, but I didn’t want to overreact. Yet. So I looked further into it.” You say.

“Notice how she says yet.” Tony laughed.

“Hahaha so funny!” You said sarcastically at him. “But look, there's more.” You say going into her account.

You showed them her tweet.

“It can’t just be a coincidence. Like it just can’t.” You say sighing.

“Yeahh that whole traveling to Australia with someone special kinda seems suspicious since it’s right after Ryland’s tweet.” Ondreaz realized.

“Yeah what the fuck. Like she comments on his tweet saying how she “coincidently” knows people there and then makes a tweet on her own claiming how she wants to go with someone special. That’s just a big no!” Avani said.

“Exactly! So I’m kind of just trippin about it. Like I know Ryland and I aren’t “boyfriend and girlfriend” but it’s still like what the fuck you know.” I sighed leaning into the couch, sadly.

“Aww come over here!” Tony said embracing you into his arms. He placed you on his chest.

“Yeah you guys aren’t ‘girlfriend and boyfriend’ but you guys are clearly a thing and clearly talking. Literally everyone fucking knows that. So she’s literally just chasing clout, and hoping to get some spotlight.” Avani spoke.

“Yeah honestly I lost my respect for her. She seemed cool like she’s come by the house a few times. But you’re our girl and it ain’t cool what she’s doing.” Ondre said.

Tony nodded.

“Have you talked to him?” Tony said, looking down at you laying your head on his chest.

“Noooo. Definitely not stalling here, talking to you guys.” You say looking down.

“Okay you gotta go. Just talk to him.” Ondreaz said.

“Ughhhh fine.” You say standing up from Tony’s embrace. Tony frowned looking at you.

You laughed. “We can cuddle later.” You giggle.

“That's if you’re not cuddling with Ryland.” He said crossing his arms.

“You’re dumb. He’s gonna beat you up if you take me away from him especially if we’re cuddling.” You say walking towards the stairs.

“You know what I’m gonna dm this girl and tell her to keep commenting and flirting with Ryland so you can be sad and talk to us more and so we can cuddle. I miss my best friend!” He obnoxiously said.

“Oh my god possessive much!” Avani laughed.

You laughed at them and reached the top of the stairs. You went towards the direction of Ryland’s room.

Upon reaching the door to his room, you take a deep breath composing yourself. You then knock on the door sternly, ready to get this over with.

The door opened immediately, revealing Ryland’s smiling face. He looked like a little kid in a candy shop, what a simp.

“Sup Shawtyyy” He says trying to play it cool, but you could see right through him. You couldn’t help but smirk at the name but you then gave him a small glare, knowing you had business to handle. So you walked past him into the room. “Baby, what is it?” He says, sounding concerned.

“I’m mad!” You say in a baby tone, crossing your arms looking down at the ground.

“What why? But first tell me why you took soooo long. I was gonna die of getting so anxious to see your pretty face!” He exaggeratedly says.

You chuckle. “Well I’ve been here for the past 30 minutes just talking to Avani, Tony, and Ondre.”

He gasps loudly. “So you’re telling me that for the past hour and a half you’ve been with clown girl, helicopter, and Tony Lopez’s brother??” He loudly says, pretending to be offended.

“You’re so meann.” You say slightly shoving him as you giggle.

“We could have already eaten breakfast together and cuddled as we watched Outer Banks or gone out for a swim.” He says shaking his head pretending to be mad.

“I’m sorry Ry but Indiana was flirting with you!” You blurt out out exasperated, whipping out the tweets on your phone. Ryland looks down at the phone in your hand and suddenly bursts out into laughter.

You pout at him and cross your arms, acting like a child,

“Babeeee, it’s not funnyyyyy.” You say looking up at him with puppy dog eyes and a frown. He stops laughing and looks at you with a look of fondness across his face. He places a hand on your shoulder in a reassuring way and comes closer.

“Shawty, you’re adorable when you act all jealous.” He says and places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. You feel butterflies filling your stomach at the words, but stand your ground.

“Are you going to go to Australia with her? Huh?” You say grumpily with a raised eyebrow, wanting to know what his answer would be. And he laughs once again.

“Y/N I wouldn’t go to Australia with anyone else in the world but you.” Your heart melts and you look at him waiting for him to say more. “I didn’t even respond to her tweet because you’re the only girl I want.” You smile widely at him and jump into his arms.

“Aww baby!” You say giving him a soft look. “That’s so sweet!” You say and give him a kiss on the cheek. He gives you a devilish grin and throws you on the bed. He stands towering above you.

“Now will the only girl in the world do me the honor of being my official, one and only...shawty.” He begins the sentence off serious, but he cracks a grin at the end. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his goofiness. You get on your knees on the bed so that you’re the same height as Ryland’s chest.

“Hmm...I don’t know.” You pause acting like you’re thinking. “Will you take me to Australia?” You joke with him.

He scoffs, “Already got the plane tickets booked.” He says back, jokingly. You throw your arms around his waist. In a swift movement you were on top of him as he was beneath you on the bed.

“Then yes. I will do you the honor of being your one and only shawty.” You smile warmly as you hang on tightly to him. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your face inches away from his. His hands placed on your hips.

“Perfect.” He whispers as he warmly looks into your eyes. He then trails them down to your lips. He smiles up at you and slowly places his lips on yours.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. Both lips were in sync. Both lips fit perfectly as if they were meant for one another. You both slowly pulled away from the kiss and intimately looked into each others eyes, like there was no other,

Ryland slowly sat up on the bed causing you to be on top of his lap. He took your legs and wrapped them around him. He put his arms around your lower back and pushed you closer to him, causing your inner thighs to be as close as possible to his body.

You smirked at his dirty actions and laughed, shaking your head.

He smirked back at you and smashed his lips onto yours. Before the kiss can turn into a makeout session you laugh into the kiss and he starts tickling you making you squirm out of his lap and onto the bed. He takes advantage of that and quickly hops on top of you, keeping you captured underneath him.

“Now let’s talk about those kisses.” He said referring to your texts from earlier.

“NOOO!” You giggle trying to get out from under him.

“You can’t escape me and my kisses.” He says pucking out his lips.

“HELPPP!” You yell out laughing.

“No ones gonna help you. The doors locked!” He devilshy said looking down at you.

“Nooo.” You yell loudly closing your eyes. You then hit his arms trying to get out from under him.

He then smirked, getting an idea in his head.

“I know how to fix this behavior!” He says seductively. He lifted one of his arms from towering over you and slowly pulled down the zipper from your Zappa jacket. Exposing your small shirt that tightly held your breasts together.

He threw the jacket at the door and his eyes lit up, looking at your boobs. He licked his lips at the sight of them from under the tight small shirt. He soon came out of his trance and went back to his plan.

He dove his head into the side of your neck and you gasped at the exhilarating feeling of his lips sucking on your neck.

“Fuckkk Ryland.” You moaned quietly. Your hips moving up to his body, wrapping your legs around his waist coming into contact with his hard bulge.

You decided to cause some friction with the two of you. You rubbed on his hard member with your wet one.

You felt Ryland stiffen up and hold in his breath. You continuously swifted your hips to his member wanting him to show the pleasure you’ve caused him. Two can play at that game.

He gave up and let out a loud moan and immediately put his hands to your hips directing the pace of your actions.

You both moaned out as the pleasure immensed with Ryland taking control and fastening your hip movements. He added onto the pleasure as he rode through the fabric. You closed your eyes and let your head fall to the bed. You pulled his curly hair not wanting to let out any more moans. You didn’t want anyone hearing you two.

“Okay okay.” You whispered, putting your hand on his chest, insinuating for him to stop. He slowly stopped and you both caught your breath.

“Fuck that was amazing!” You say pecking his lips.

“Damn this was only dry humping. And yet it was so great. I can’t imagine what it’s like to actually have sex with you.” He says looking down into your eyes.

You smiled blushing at him.

“I didn’t wanna stop but I don’t wanna rush things.” You say.

“No I totally get it. Officially getting together and having sex within the same time is a little crazy.” He laughs.

You giggle and nod.

“It’ll be so worth it. But breakfast?” You ask him as your eyes lit up with the thought of food.

“It will be as long as you don't make me wait till marriage.” He says curiosity roaming in his head.

You laugh. “I wouldn’t be able to stand that long of a wait. And plus you’re horny alllll the time.” You say laughing.

“You wanted breakfast right?” He says trying to change the subject and trying not to laugh at his hornyness.

“No no. We’re not changing the subject.” You laugh hitting him. “You literally posted a tiktok saying you were horny.”

“Okayy Okayy! Maybe sometimes.” He says not making eye contact.

“Literally all the time!” You say pushing him.

He laughs knowing you were right, showing his perfect top row of white teeth.

“Whatever. But now I get to satisfy my hornyness with you.” He says placing a kiss on your lips.

“Oh does that mean imma be booty called everyday?” You say with a stern look on your face.

“Oh don’t even act like you don’t feel the same way. I know you want me.” He says confidently as he looks you up and down.

“Crepes?” You say smiling.

“Oh look who’s changing the subject now with breakfast!” He says with an eyebrow raised.

Authors Note: Since this imagine was written less than a year ago, Tony and Ondreaz Lopez were written on this imagine before they got cancelled. So if you don’t support them then imagine somebody else :) thank you all for understanding💜

#tiktok imagine #ryland storms #ryland storms imagine #tiktok #tiktok boy #hype house #ryland storms fanfic #Ryland storms fanfiction #ryland storms story

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the-acid-pear · 3 years ago

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Scarface was too fucking boring, didn't make it past chapter 3, but that's good, because that means Baki-Dou time 😍

Time to read the fourth book in this series! Excited to see Musashi <3

Chapter 1

COLORS

Baki please stop flexing

A FELLA SAYING THE SAME I SAID WHEN YUJIRO PULLED HIS SOB STORY, FR GO TRY SOMETHING ELSE! What happened with that whole "i don't care about fighting" eh Baki?!

Chapter 2

HOHO ALI JR???

ah no :/

HOLY FUCK is this quality bad!

He wants to taste defeat i see

TOKUGAWA PLEASE STOP SMOKING

Oh they removed the... Egg in the back of the neck, nice

God this guy's tits so fat 🥵

FINALLYYY HOW LONG SINCE WE SAW A FIGHT IN THE ARENA? A PROPER FIGHT I MEAN

Chapter 3

He doesn't even know 🐍

DON'T BRING THAT FELLA HERE RETSU KICKED HIS ASS IN TIME. RECORD

Oh i saw fanart of this scene

Baki, it's your fault that you are bored, you fucking teen

This shit boring ME

Chapter 4

Oh, goroukou is a title

I like how the prime minister is becoming a recurrent character

I thought he said babe for a sec-

That little "oh~" is a bit sus, are the old men... No, it can't be 😳😳😳

I'm fucking choking fuck

GOD ALMOST READ THAT AS JOHN CENA 😭

"yes <3"

These ppl never learn

Chapter 5

What a way to go, a la gamzee /j

This dude so weird lmao

FAHDGAHDH king

Dude he has huge round eyes tf you talking bout?

IGDUFSUEASEUURSS he's such a freakkk 😭😭😭

This is the most wtf thing Baki has pulled, remember when this was about fighters fighting? I don't know enough about science for this shit either man

Okay so their hug wasn't Tokugawa being touchy like he is, this guy is even worse, se juntaron el hambre y las ganas de comer HSHAFSFG

Chapter 6

Baki's dead

Katsumi about to kill get killed by my grandpa i see

ALSO KATSUMI OG HAIR WOOO

Katsumi bro don't be so happy over nearly killing him-

I love seeing him get better tho

Uwaadgsgsjdga 😍😳🤤 twisting my hair irl,,, 🥴

Finally Motobe remembered he was a character here 😐

FSGSHDAHDA KOSHO PLS

I LOVE that they got dark lips again

IM SORRY GOUKI HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT EVERYONE?! LTDKFsjyrd 😭

Jack's scar looks cool ngl

Retsu living the good life lmao

AND HOW DO YOU KNOW, GRANDPA?

Hana just doesn't care, smartest Baki character lmao

Idk what they talking bout but good for em <3

Cum basement

Chapter 7

SHOW US MUSASHI'S COCK

Obsessed he thought his heart was failing 😭

Dude you can just hear the heart beat of your friends/opponents just like that? 🤨

Notice Gaia in the top left 🥴

WHY CAN HE RECOGNIZE EACH OF THEIR HEARTBEATS AAHSGA

Thick 🥵

Unironically built different

Chronic back pain if you ask me, that's how I stand to relieve my agony

Did. Did you just call him a femb-

STOP SHOWING ME PANELS FROM VAGAMOND

I love John sm lmao

Mr Musashi has 2 (3?) dads

Chapter 8

HAIRY LEGS 🥴

Those things look like boobs

Bet you would know eh SHAFADB

They jerked off the mummy?

Reminds me of eye surgery

AFjshAFDGAJAHAF

Mf came out the tube ripped af 😭

Chapter 9

Everyone is so feminine lately good ol Kureha fell behind 😭

I like his bandana tho it's cute

OH HE TOO? AND HE'S NOT EVEN THAT STRONG

Fat tits 🥴

Eheojeudkshs 😖😳👉👈

JACK STOP YOU ARE BIG ENOUGH ALREADY

HOLY FUCK

You know like i understand Baki, he is at the highest he can be rn, NO ONE can defeat him, but the rest? Like c'mon y'all just beat each other up or something

Ah, the miracle of birth 😍

Chapter 10

I love how all these two do is hang out together in bars, boybosses

TF IS UP WITH THAT ICE? AHDHS

I love what they have

Hana thinking of getting his 4 limbs broken again i see

WOOO!! Nice cock Mr Musashi 😳

HANAYAMA PLEASE 😐

Chapter 11

I love those freaks

I just now I'm seeing the little scars on his cheeks from the fight with Spec ☺️

I love the fact that Musashi has hair in his legs BUT not his arms like ??? Okay king

Heated scientist moment

HOHO POGGERS 👀

Chapter 12

UTSURAARSDFAFA sibling goals

GIRLBOSS 😍

URAURUSYRSAESGA IN LOVE???

Holy shit she's amazing

Chapter 13

And his ass is very thick too 😳

Those fucking sunglasses, obsessed

Debatable, he got struck by lightning :/

HE WAXES HIS HAIR? OMFG OBSESSED

WHY IS HE WEARING THAT LMAO 😭

Nooo they censored the cock again 😔😔😔

DO IT QWEEN 💅

STOP SAYING SHE'S GONNA FUCK THE CLONE

"I'm exciteddddd" "ok."

Chapter 14

You just hate seeing a girlboss win

She truly is amaizing

Also i just realized spirits have been showing up since the first book so this isn't so crazy lol

MF HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP 😭😭😭

THE LITTLE BUBBLES AND SPARKLES... I BET HE DID 🥺

Chapter 15

WHY ARE HIS TITS SO ROUND AND FAT GODDAMN IT,,, 😳😖

Glad seeing some things never change

He looks so much like Jun

IGSITSURAURZES EPICCC

Someone question if Yujiro knew how too write obsessed,,,

Chapter 16

Goddamn it you got even older in the past 3 or so chapters bro

Mouth to mouth soul transference

OHHH

HIS EYEBROWS FELL HOW IGDUTSITDIYDIGD

Some mf got turned on by this HELP 😭

Chapter 17

I love how Yujiro and Hana are still getting ready to throw hands while this happens lol

Okay yeah that was super disrespectful honestly, guy is having a chat :/

HAHAGSJAHA obsessed

God i thought it was Hana the one grabbing some random lady for a second AFDJSJSSJS

He cute af ngl

POOR GUY MUST BE SO CONFUSED OMFG,,,

Fsr I'm surprised he can talk, like it should be obvious but in all the fanart i saw he never said a word, also, he's so damn respectful 😍

Chapter 18

Idk he was never that clever /hj

Hehehe blood

I love how John can only sit that way

The size of his balls lmao

Coward won't even fight with his dick out smh :/

God he mad cute-

Chapter 19

I MISS THE DEATH ROW FELLAS FUCKKK

Hm i think this random tiny bald man is not Tokugawa but someone that looks awfully similar to him

YEAH NO SHIT I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM, HE MUST BE SO DAMN OVERWHELMED

Apparently there was a cameo, i don't know enough about anime to know or care

Chapter 20

He's tripping balls

Tokugawa should have gone a bit slower with this poor guy, this is like a lot to process at once <:/

Nvm he's doing better than me

Oydirsusefs look at himmm

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND OMFG DIDN'T DOPPO FIGHT THIS GUY?!

SOMEONE ELSE RECOGNIZED HIM HE ISSS

Chapter 21

OHDIRAYEASURRSUURS HE DOESN'T KNOWWW FFS

Musashi be like °_°

LOOK AT THAT SMILE LMAO

He's just chilling, mentally killing this dude

Murder baby

Chapter 21

The way his eyes are drawn is so cool

YRAURSUFSIDTGA

And he jokes too! Wow I'm in love 😍

(nsfw) CAN YOU HANDLE DICK LIKE THAT TOO? 😍

WOW

I TAKE BACK THAT QUESTION

I remember a show where you would bring your own knives and swords and go thru a bunch of test, Musashi should have been one of them

Mf truly is like :]

I love how he didn't buy it

I can't wait for him to fight Yujiro 😍

Chapter 23

He truly is 😌

ATFJAIDQYSF OBSESSED

He was happy this time at least, 5 times he lost already btw

Tokugawa truly in unhateable lmao

Chapter 24

IM SORRY, HIS LEG???

Oh I forgot Musashi does that

JAGSKSGSKSGS HIS FUCKING FACE I CAN'T 😭

I miss when translators would add notes i don't want to google shit myself :/

"I'm hard as rock" /j

Chapter 25

Look how happy he issss

MUSASHI POG MUSASHI POG-

I love how Tokugawa can't believe he got it first try and it's trying to lie now sjdakdyv

This mf is actually making me insane what the actual fuck i don't know what he has but he's gonna make me act up 😳

Mf be shadow boxing too dammit /j

Baki please

Chapter 26

OLD MAN JUST WANTS A PUBLIC TO SEE THIS LMAO

Look at the size of Baki's eyes holy fuck lmao

He's gonna yeet him!

OH NOOOO

FIRST HIS DAD NOW MUSASHI, THIS GUY CANT CATCH A BREAK LMAO

Chapter 27

How little time passed? They have barely moved

Yeah you did it last book too Baki

King shit

Chapter 28

AKSGSKGSJSGS KING

I love how he only now realized

Okay no he has a point

I love how he just calls him boy

Look at that smug face

I trust Musashi but at the same time he, really should be walking around this new world alone. Now, if i were to accompany him... 🥴/j

Baki please

Chapter 29

I love how soft the artstyle suddenly got, like if done big a big brush

Yujiro you just insulted every single anime character in history

Baby Baki's just like "Ok."

I like how Yujiro looks here

AUGHHJF HE'S SO BABY 🥺

HOHO badass

Chapter 30

He died 😔

Idiot hasn't even beat he 0.5 reaction seconds lmao 🤣

HOHOOOOO?!? 👁️👁️

"my curiosity exceed my fear!!" I RESPECT THIS MAN SO MUCH??

Chapter 31

AMAIZING HONESTLY

Fighter to fighter communication

SHIT LOOK AT THE STATE OF THAT HAND

He's just gone now LMAO

I honestly don't mind Baki being weak against this, he never fought against a two handed swordman, this is new territory

Chapter 32

Oh his really tripping balls now this is why he shouldn't be alone

NVM HE'S STILL DOING BETTER THAN ME ON A DAILY BASIS, I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN FROM THIS MAN

I just now realized he's barefoot

Nice ass king

The policemen are quite nice

He's very cooperative but i can't blame the cops either

Chapter 33

Yeah no shit that must be so insane

IF YOU HADN'T DROPPED OFF SCHOOL THEN...

That's kinda funny but idk man he's right i think

He's just like :3

I love how he isn't picking up a fight out of malice but rather just instinct like, he can't understand shit that is going on

YOU ARE SO RIGHT BAKI IT ISN'T BORING FOR ME EITHER

Chapter 34

Don't you fucking dare shave him Itagaki

It's funny how it took 2 books and a half for Baki to start being a protagonist

Holy fuck did Baki add height or is Miyamoto that big?

Wow how perfect i ran out of space just now!! Having fun with this book ngl :]

#luly talks #baki liveblog #little gay creature sees famous swordsman from the 1600s and loses their mind #"i want his gender'' they claim #also for a man who was born 2 days ago 400 years in the future he sure understands shit better than me 😭#maybe i too should stop having so much anxiety and just get ready to throw hands at ant moment #like back in the day... ☺️(😞)#anyway point is uhh silly little fun saga <3

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anonil88 · 4 years ago

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Wandavision ep 8 liveblog

As usual spoiler warning as there will be spoilers below

They don't have to keep showing me vision dying at this point its torture pron and I do not appreciate it

Ah purple title card

Ah so people were right that she did come from Salem Massachusetts

Waittt she was persecuted by other witches?

Oh fuh she is dark magic versus the good magic aka the magic we see in Asgard

Oh damn her own mother had a part in.....ohhhh shit

That looks like it hurt but Agatha really cared so little

Aww bunny little cute little bunny

Ah her accent ngl I hate Marvel/Disney for washing all or most of their characters of their respective comic cultures.

So we are getting answers this episode.

Is he fake? Like fake fake?

Agatha is a big baddie who is going to teach Wanda like in the comics? Oh no she wants to steal her powers dammit.

She doesn't freaking know!

Fuckkk yeah wanda is going to mix this hoe when she is finally free. I mean:

Her parents 😥😥😥 this memory is not going to end well.

I forget Wanda is like a early 90s baby lmao I was off put by her parents being so young at first.

A DVD player? (Did some research she's about 10 which is 1998 and DVD players came out in 1997)

Fuck. Here we go reliving Wanda's trauma and her form of escapism and coping.

Accent change again!

Yep she didn't get her powers from like the initial powers from the experiments with the mind stone but everything else they did to her just made her stronger and stronger. "Which is like a oh trauma makes you strong but not really." Is this a nod to xmen? Are we getting an xmen push finally?

That's so cool she saw herself (well in comic theory it would be one of the past title holders of Scarlet Witch). This would make sense why she made up the fortune teller line.

Aw all the tv shows she watched as time went on to cope 😭, then she shared her happy place with Vision while grieving her brother 😭, and then she made another happy place with him to grieve his loss 😭.

Monica said that same line about grief being a wave which she wasn't wrong. I really hope they become friends. They both could use a friend.

Yea Agatha I would shed a tear too these two are too cute. The way she looks at him is so sweet.

Agatha is breaking her through her grief by force but to gain knowledge on the source of Wanda's powers. But she could also be trying to figure out the source so that she can manipulate her and use her. Like everyone else does.

Her accent is slipping like mother man.

OH? So they let her in? Huh? Then again I'm personally not fighting Wanda one on one at the fuck all.

This fucker knew the entire time WTAF and made her watch her partner be disabled huh?

Hayward you are a piece of shit, reducing this being to pieces of vibranium and computer parts to the woman who loves him! 🤬

Oh wanda oh baby nooo and she left sad. Then this mother fucker has the audacity and nerve to use this footage to pit innocent people and the likes of s.w.o.r.d against her? He used her likeness completely out of context.

Ayy that Marvel x Cadillac deal is strong haha.

....omg noooo he was building a house for them 😭 .

So her vision is a completely separate being from actual vision because she doesn't have his corpse.

Omg she finished their house for them 😭

She really did create a new vision, ha thats a double meaning.

He is her grief manifested as is the entirety of the her. The hex and her kids but she quite literally made a new vision and her boys they are real too.

The boys!!

Let go of those babies neow!!!

Oh fuck you Agnes, Agatha, whatever the fuck. Her costume does go hard as heck though.

I like a good costume sue me.

FINALLY SHE GETS HER NAME AYYY. So we are getting nexus being and that whole Scarlet Witch sacovia thing, maybe just maybe Disney marvel will ret-con the things they have done wrong?

End Credit Scene

WHITE VISION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh he is a dick in the comics but he does get better.

Wait are they gonna have vision 2.0 kill white vision or vice versa?

#wandavision liveblog #wandavision spoilers #wandavision #wanda maximoff #mcu #mceu

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champion-leon-imagines · 3 years ago

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Chronicles of Galar - Chapter 1: New friends & A Cliffhanger

This is the first real chapter of the fic. Here you are introduced to Raihan and Taiko, when you explore Hammerlocke with Sonia. Something with Leon is up to, can you help him?

It had been two weeks since you had met Leon and during these two weeks you saw each other again in person when you were visiting Professor Magnolia to begin your official start through the Galar region with your family. You met the elderly lady, the professor herself, her granddaughter Sonia and Hop, the younger brother of Leon. Back then in the Slumbering Weald you had only seen Hop briefly, but when you met again in the laboratory you got to know each other properly. Mamoru was currently away with President Rose, to whom he wanted to demonstrate a newly developed technology that would make it possible to teleport people over a very long distance. This process should be environmentally friendly and affordable, which is why the prospective professor even invited your father, Professor [L/n] from Amila, to Galar to win Rose as a financial sponsor. After all, Rose was also concerned about the environment and energy supply and with these arguments, Mamoru wanted to convince with his invention.

You, on the other hand, were in Hammerlocke with Sonia. This city was known for the fact that the mythology about the creation of the Galar region by two unknown kings originated there. Every historian visits the old "castle" in Hammerlocke for his research and of course you were also interested in finding out more about this region.

“And here you can see another mosaic. It shows a sword and a shield. These are said to have been the weapons with which the kings saved this land from disaster. Unfortunately I couldn't decipher all the cryptic letters yet, but I think the disaster had something to do with dynamaxing .. ", Sonia explained and crossed her arms thoughtfully. "Why do you think that?", You wanted to know and looked at the mosaic for a while. You couldn't figure it all out. "This shimmering reddish light, in front of the kings .. That could be a Dynamax light column, don't you think so?", the orange-haired woman asked. "Mhm. I've already heard about it, but to be honest, I haven't seen any of these pillars of light in person, so ... I have no idea. ", You answered. "You didn't? Oh, that's easy to change. The Wild Area borders on this city. We can ask Raihan to give you a little demonstration in a wild dynamax fight. " "Raihan?"

“The gym leader of this city. And a childhood friend of Leon and me. ", Sonia said and saw you stiffen for a moment. "..Is everything alright?", She spoke irritated and blinked perplexed. "Huh? Yes of course..!! Haha. I didn't even know that you knew Leon that well. ", You smiled somewhat troubled and waved her off. "And .. Raihan, Leon and you .. you were really good friends?",You asked. Sonia blinked even more and tilted her head slightly. "Err ... we are still good friends?", She said and noticed how you were getting a little tense. "And .. is there .. somehow more between you? So .. I mean .. uhm .. boyfriend-girlfriend like ..? ", you mumbled. "No, Raihan and I are not lovers.", Sonia laughed and you sighed softly, because you didn't mean Raihan at all. Now the assistant professor suddenly became aware of something. “Oh. No, there is absolutely nothing going on between Leon and me, if that worries you. ", She giggled and winked. "Uh .. Uhm why should that worry me? Haha. I've only known him for two weeks. "

"Then why are you blushing?"

"I'm not blushing at all ..!"

"..."

Sonia shook her head in amusement and cleared her throat. “No, really now. Leon and I are just friends. No more and no less. I have no romantic interest in him. And he has none in me. ", She assured you. "..."

You didn't wanted to admit it, but this confirmation calmed you down a bit and you could have slapped yourself for feeling that way ..

So after that was resolved, the two of you went to the gym to find Raihan. Though you only found the young talented trainers that Raihan had in his gym. They were practicing on the court with their Dragon Pokemon and they looked so motivated and happy. However, there seemed to be no trace of the gym leader himself, which surprised Sonia a little. “Wait here, I'll take a look around the gym. He's probably sitting around, being lazy again somewhere and playing on his smartphone .. “, the orange-haired sighed, making you laughing uncertainly. "How did someone like that become a gym leader?"

“By losing to Leon in the final cup. He scored as second and has been defending this place for 10 years while trying to take Leon's championship title. ", Sonia explained and then apologized to leave you there and look around for the idler.

Just standing around in the stands bored you after a few minutes, so you decided to explore the gym on your own. To compete against the young talents of the final gym in the Galar Challenge would certainly be an exciting experience. You didn't take part in this challenge yourself, but you definitely didn't shy away from fights.

You walked a little through the corridors and rooms, watched the trainers fight and raise their dragons with interest, and you even learned a little about Dragapult, a dragon pokemon from this region. And which, according to the information on the information sheet above the life-size statue in the 'gift shop' of the gym, was also a team Pokemon of Leon. Why does a gym need a gift shop at all, was something you preferred not to question. This Raihan guy seemed like a very weird dude, but maybe that was what made him likeable? Just as you were about to go back to the stands and left the gift shop, you saw a leg-length, green creature scurrying past. It looked like a .. Fraxure? The first evolution of the Pokemon Axew, you noticed, before a female voice got your attention. “Aaaaah don't walk into the shop again! Raihan is going to get mad ..! Hey you over there, can you please help me to catch this Pokemon? ”a red-haired young woman, around 17-19 years old, called after you. She waved her hands in panic and tripped over one of her open shoelaces while running. As a result, she fell on her bum and sighed in annoyance. "Today sucks ..!" She muttered and pouted. You blinked and saw the Fraxure curiously sniffing at one of the souvenirs, a Flapple music box, and picking it up. “Noooo, put that back! It's fragile!!! Argh, why doesn't it obey? ", The red-haired woman shouted in frustration and ruffled her own hair as if she wanted to pull it out.

You smiled and then ran to Fraxure to gently take the music box out of it's claws and pat the Pokemon over it's head. "Well, well. That doesn't belong to you.", You rebuked and the red-haired woman used the moment to run to you and pull the Fraxure into her arms. "Gotcha, you runaway !!! Thank you for your help, miss. ", The redhead thanked you, relieved. "Oh, I actually didn't do anything. And no need for formalities. We're about the same age, ”you waved off. “My name is [Y/n]. “, You introduced yourself and held out your hand to the stranger for a greeting. The girl smiled broadly and tried to adjust Fraxure between her arms to accept this gesture and shake your hand. "I'm Taiko! And this cheeky little guy here is a Pokemon from Raihan, our gym leader. But he entrusted it to me today so that I could learn how to tame dragon pokemon. ”Taiko then explained. "... It doesn't work so well, huh?", You smirked and Taiko blinked before you pointed with your finger at Taiko's stomach area. The redhead looked down and now she also saw that the dragon pokemon had already made itself independent again and tried to run straight out of the gym. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Taiko shouted and ran after the Pokemon, but then the door suddenly opened and Taiko fell into the strong arms of a suntanned man. You blinked and looked at the man. He wore an orange-red headband, which covered his hair except for a dark braid. In addition, he partly wore the jersey of the gym trainers and over it a thick sweatshirt, which vaguely resembled a dragon. He grinned and looked down at the redhead, whose nose was now buried in his chest. A pointed fang-like tooth protruded from this grin and he smacked the younger one on the back in amusement. "I actually thought you were training the Fraxure and not the other way around." He teased her and when Taiko looked up pouting, he pinched her cheeks and pulled them apart slightly, as if he was talking to a child. "Stop it, Raihan .."

Ah, so that was Raihan. You smiled, because that's exactly how you had imagined him after Sonia's stories. Raihan laughed and then looked at you. "A friend of yours?" He wanted to know. "Uh .. you could say so.", Taiko laughed, which made you blink. "Uhm not really. We just got to know each other because the Fraxure almost ran into my arms. ", you clarified. “Well, then we got to know each other better. Because I always make friends with everyone I get to know! So that's a warning. ", Taiko winked and you smiled. That was an extremely lively girl. Through and through sympathetic and a nice change from the other redheads you knew (Aki was a redhead) .. Not that you didn't appreciate your sister-in-law, but she was sometimes a little too serious and grown up for the jokes that you and your brother liked to hatch. With Taiko, you felt like she was a massive mood cannon. "Understood. I have no objection to that. ", You laughed then and Raihan grinned wider as he casually called the Fraxure back into the Pokeball. “Well, then I would like to introduce myself officially. My name is Raihan and I'm the gym leader of the Hammerlocke gym. ", He flirty-winked, which reminded you a bit that he tried to hit on you. "Errr .."

Taiko poked him lightly in the side, then turned to her new self-proclaimed friend, aka you. “Raihan is a playful idiot. If he tries to flirt with you, just don't take it seriously. Because he never means it seriously. ", She warned. Raihan twisted the corner of his mouth and crossed his arms behind his head. “You don't need to get jealous, Taiko. You know that you are my number 1 girl. ", He then spoke teasingly, whereupon a shoe flew in his direction. Taiko's blushing face showed anger and embarassment and she hobbled over to pick up her shoe. "Idiot.", She said and you briefly hesitated until you saw that they were both laughing with each other. That calmed you. It was just mutual teasing. These two seemed really close, you thought with a smile.

Sonia was finally back and Raihan was allowed to listen to a lecture about the obligations of a gym leader, because apparently nobody in the gym knew that the dragon tamer was simply absent for hours because he - Quote from Raihan: an important event of one of his mobile games where you had to find hidden clues in different parts of Hammerlocke. (Something like a mix of Pokemon GO and the Harry Potter mobile game that use real locations)

After that, of course, he was more than happy to show you a Dynamax raid fight in the wild area. If the wild area had not been partially closed due to a strong storm. Well then that had to be postponed. You used the time, to learn more about the history of Galar, with Sonia and also with Taiko's help and you got to know each other better. “So you come from Johto? And your mother works at Ho-Oh's temple in Ecruteak City? Then you surely have an Eevee development too, right? ", You wanted to know with interest when Sonia and Raihan got some books from the library. "Yes, exactly. I was supposed to work as a geisha, too, but .. That just wasn't my thing. I need some action. That's why I came here to Galar. You know, my family took a vacation here 10 years ago and Raihan saved me in the Wild Area. We've been in touch ever since, and when I was finally old enough to travel I came here straight away! .. Well, almost immediately. Haha. I came here when I was 14 after starting my journey in Johto. Mother said that I should first really get to know my home region before I set off for foreign regions. "

"And it took you 4 years for it?", You interrupted her with a smile. "... Well, you can count 2 years less of secret trips to Galar to hang out with Raihan. Yes. ", Taiko mumbled and nudged her index fingers together. You had to laugh gently. "Wow and you're not married yet, after all the meetings and teasing each other?" You asked. Taiko went bright red in the face and gestured with her hands in panic. "Huuh? Why do we should be married? We .. we're not a couple .. ”, the tomboy defended herself vigorously. Your smirk went wider. “You like each other alot. A blind man can see that. I was watching Raihan when you ran into his arms. That affected look he gave you. He would probably never admit it. And you also have butterfrees in your stomach when he's with you. ",You stated. “Ahahaha, you have a blooming imagination. Raihan and I are just friends. Who wants such an idiot as a boyfriend! He's always on his cell phone. And he has absolutely no sense of responsibility. He leaves the trainers under my supervision all the time and then disappears for hours .. ", Taiko sighed. "But doesn't that mean how much trust he has in you when he entrusts his students to you?" You then asked. Taiko blinked and crossed her arms. “I haven't seen it that way yet .. But .. he always shifts his work on to others. And then has fun in some nightclubs .. He's probably also dragging every chick he meets in his bedroom .. ", the redhead spoke lowly, gritting her teeth and clenching her hand into a fist. You smiled. "I don't know Raihan that well yet, and of course I don't know you either, but .. I don't think he's the kind of guy who is like that and sleeps with many women. Of course, he has a certain .. charm about himself and he also seems to like to flirt, but .. Mhm no, I wouldn't trust him to have flings. My knowledge of human nature has never disappointed me ”, you assured her. "Do you think so?" Taiko asked and her face showed traces of relief. Now you had to giggle again. “And now you've definitely given yourself away. You're ... totally in love with Raihan. "

"I'm not.."

"Who's in love with whom?" a male voice asked behind you and Taiko winced because it was Raihan's voice. You turned around and saw Raihan with a mountain of books in his arms. Next to him was Sonia, who also carried some books and eyed both of you curiously. "Ah. [Y/n] has a crush on… uh .. the Slowpoke-Guy * from the new sitcom. ”Taiko quickly made up and saw how your facial features derailed. Raihan blinked and laughed, which made him drop the books. "Really? This guy's such a troll. He's running around in a Slowpoke costume and looks totally retarded. ", Raihan laughed and was hit with a book by Sonia for dropping the books. "Err .. That was just a joke of her. We actually talked about Hop getting along pretty well with his neighbor Gloria. And we have the feeling that they are in love with each other. ", You said then and saw Taiko smile gratefully. You could have whipped your red-haired new acquaintance over, especially after this thing with the Slowpoke Dude.

"I see? Well, the two of them are cute together. But still a little too young for a serious relationship for my taste. ", Raihan thought. "Define 'serious relationship'.", Sonia interfered and Raihan looked at her with a slight grin. "Sex."

"..."

You cleared your throat and also Taiko seemed a little embarrassed by the directness of her crush. “Sex isn't the most important thing in a relationship. At that age, it's perfectly normal to have your first boyfriend or girlfriend. Apart from kissing and holding hands, nothing happens. ", You considered. "How boring.", Raihan just said and crossed his arms behind his back. “Have you ever been in a committed relationship, Raihan? As far as I know, every woman turns you down because of your stupid pick-up lines .. ", Sonia sighed, shaking her head. Raihan looked at her and looked briefly offended. “Hey, they're not stupid! My pick-up lines are great. ”, The dark-skinned man then protested. "Oh yes? Then let me hear them. ", You suggested and smiled. Admittedly, these Galar acquaintances were sometimes really crazy people, but that's exactly what you loved. You had the feeling that you will be very good friends with these people ..

"Are there any other sights in town, besides you?" Raihan grinned with a sexy wink and a finger pistol gesture. "...Seriously?"

"Wait, I have another one! When God created you, he sure wanted to show off. ", Raihan tried again. But all in response from the three women was a mutual giggle. “Oh god, the pick-up-lines are so bad. Hahaha, my little brother Kaito can do them better. ", You giggled and shook your head amused. Sonia laughed too and Taiko smiled too, but you could tell that she was slightly uncomfortable about the subject. "Okay okay. That was really bad. But maybe I'll wait for the right one for the best lines. ", Raihan countered and looked slightly to the side. You stopped laughing and then looked at him in amazement. "That hardly sounded like you at all.", Sonia stated. "Can we just change the subject?" Taiko sighed, slightly annoyed. "Sorry.", You smirked and then helped Sonia to pick up the books that Raihan had dropped.

You sat down together in a cozy cafe in a sitting area and you let the three of them explain a little about Galar's history. At least what was known to some extent.

You were very curious and inquisitive about Galar's history. You liked this region more and more and you couldn't even say exactly why. But at some point a slight commotion outside the cafe caught your attention. It seemed as if a large television team was gathered there and the flashing lights flashed through the window of the cafe like a thunderstorm.

Sonia stopped talking and followed your gaze to the window. “Oh, this is just an interview with Leon. I just checked my messaging app and it seems like he single-handedly stopped a runaway Gigantamax Toxtricity. Which is remarkable, because Toxtricity is already a serious opponent against Charizard with its G-Max Stun Shock. ", the orange-haired woman explained. “So many reporters and so much hectic pace? Leon certainly doesn't have an easy time being that popular. He can't go anywhere without being surrounded by curious fans or journalists, ” you said softly. “Yes, those are the downsides of his title. But don't worry, Leon enjoys the spotlight that's falling on him. He enjoys the fame and the many public appearances. ", Raihan said. He knew his rival and best friend well enough by now. You fell silent and got up to walk to the window and get a better look at the man at the center of this interview. Your look became a little worried, because although Leon had put on his usual smile, he looked pretty exhausted. He looked quite pale, despite his darker skin color and it seemed as if he had hardly slept recently. At least you could see his dark circles under his eyes. On this occasion you also remembered that his last message was a few days ago with the excuse that he had so much to do and at the moment didn't really know where his head was. At first you thought it was an excuse not to have to answer, but now that you saw him, he was really overwhelmed at the moment.

You were torn from your thoughts when you noticed a hand on your shoulder. You blinked and looked beside you when you saw Taiko's slightly grinning face. “Seems like our champion is very important to you. You're worried about his health, aren't you? ”The redhead asked mischievously. You knew why she was grinning like this. Now was Taiko's chance to strike back, for earlier. Because you would have to lie if you didn't think a little bit about the handsome purple-haired man since you met ..

"Nonsense. But I am a little tired. Let's move on to the history lesson tomorrow. By the way, my brother probably already misses me. After the appointment with Rose, he wanted to wait for me at the hotel to tell me how the conversation went. In any case, it was very nice to have made your acquaintance, Taiko and Raihan too. I have the feeling that we will meet a few more times. ", you smiled and then bowed politely as a farewell. Taiko grinned and gave you a thumbs up. "You can bet on it! Come safely to the hotel. Not that it's unsafe here in the city, but when it gets dark there could be strange figures walking around outside. ", The redhead warned. “Of course, I'll be careful. Anyway, I left my number for you Taiko. Just call me. See you! And thank you for the insight into Galar's history. Really interesting. ”With these words you said goodbye to your new friends. "Mmm, I wonder why she lied to us.", Sonia began after you had left the cafe. "Huh?" Raihan and Taiko looked questioningly at the orange-haired woman. Sonia then folded her arms. “[Y/n]s brother is at a long conference in Amila with Rose. Grandmother told me that, she knows every professor very well, including her father. And that means her brother isn't expecting her, you see? Why did she say that? ”She wondered then. "Mhmm .. Raihan pissed her off with his stupidity." Taiko said teasingly and Raihan then playfully put her in a headlock. "More like you shooshed her away with your intrusiveness!", He countered and the two laughed while they wrestled a little. Sonia just watched them with a sigh and then looked outside, where Leon was being questioned by reporters. "Is ... he the reason?"

To be continued..

#Chronicles of Galar #Leon #leon pokemon #pokemon leon #pkmn leon #champion leon #Raihan #Leon x Reader #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon shsw

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imagine-loki · 4 years ago

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Stitching The Wounds, Chapter 13

TITLE: Stitching The Wounds CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 13 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and Kilgrave are Alphas and feel a spark with the same omega. RATING: M

Loki woke up one morning to Leona biting his back really hard. He groaned and reached back to try and grab her, but she managed to squirm out of his reach.

‘Come here, you little minx.’ He growled and turned over just as she started scooting out of bed.

She managed to avoid his grasp and she ran out of the room, butt naked and giggling as she ran. Loki leapt out of bed and ran after her, chasing her down the hall.

She was about to run into the safety of her own room, but Kilgrave walked out of the bathroom at the right time and she ran right into him before she got to her room. He chuckled when he saw Loki chasing her, so he wrapped his arms tightly around her so she couldn’t move.

‘What did she do?’ He asked knowingly with a smirk.

‘Nothing!’ She said quickly.

‘She bit me.’ Loki growled as he approached and took hold of her from Kilgrave.

‘Noooo!’ Leona squealed as Loki threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to the bedroom.

Kilgrave saw the bite mark on his back, making him chuckle. It looked quite a sore one. She had become quite bitey and scratchy since they claimed her. She enjoyed marking them just as much, or maybe even more, than they enjoyed marking her.

Loki carried her back to his bedroom, tossed her on the bed and then crawled on over the top of her.

‘Put your hands up above your head, do not move them.’ He said firmly, gripping her chin. But she grabbed at his forearm instead.

‘Make. Me.’ She smirked cheekily.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her. Oh the game was on. He wrapped a hand around her neck, just above her collar and he squeezed just tight enough for her eyes to flutter as he took control of her breathing.

‘Do as you’re told, doll.’ He growled, his other hand slipped down her body and he pinched her inner thigh, to get her legs to widen. Instead of gently stroking her, he slapped her cunt. Making her gasp, as much as she could anyway with his strong hand constricting her airway.

She reluctantly raised her hands up above her and grabbed hold of one of the bars on the headboard. Loki released her neck and stopped slapping her cunt, instead he started stroking her softly and he kissed her on the lips.

‘Good girl. See, isn’t it much better when you behave?’ He purred, dipping a finger into her wetness before dragging it up across her clit.

Instead of answering, she just grunted in response and threw her head back. Making Loki chuckle as he slowly teased her and made use of her exposed neck, kissing and suckling on her skin.

Kilgrave was watching from the doorway, a big grin on his face. He was growing hard in his trousers but he had an interview soon, so didn’t want to mess up his clothes now he was showered and ready.

Loki had to get to work soon too. So he wasn’t able to take his time and tease her like he really wanted to do. But he had a better idea instead.

He slipped two fingers into Leona’s cunt, curling them deliciously against her g spot, slowly fingering her for a while. When she bucked up against him and moaned, that’s when he removed his fingers. He brought them up to her mouth and slipped them between her lips.

‘Clean my fingers, little omega.’ He demanded.

She did as he said, but also nibbled his fingers too. Earning a glare from him, but he smirked.

‘That’s it, darling. Now, you’re going to behave today and providing you don’t pleasure yourself at all today, we will make sure you get plenty of orgasms tonight.’ He said as he sat up straight over her.

Her eyes almost bulged out. ‘What? You’re not going to make me cum?’ She whined.

‘No time, doll. I need to get to work. It won’t do you any harm to learn some delayed gratification. And don’t even think about touching yourself, because I will know. Unless Kilgrave thinks you deserve it, then he will pleasure you later.’ Loki glanced over his shoulder to him and he nodded in agreement.

Leona was in a huff during breakfast. Loki had worked her right up and now she was left hanging. But she had a plan.

Loki kissed her goodbye and told her to behave before leaving for work. Then not long after, Kilgrave had to go for his interview.

‘Get your coat on, pet. We need to get going in a minute.’ He said as he put on his suit jacket.

‘What? I don’t need to go with you.’ She frowned.

Kilgrave smirked and chuckled. ‘Oh no, darling. You are not staying here alone, not today. I know exactly what you will do as soon as I’m out the door. And as Loki said, you aren’t allowed any pleasure until later if you’re good.’

Leona groaned and let her head fall down on the table on front of her. So much for her plan…

‘You’ve got ten seconds to go get your jacket on. Or you’ll be getting a spanking before we go, don’t think there’s not time for that first.’ He said firmly.

She knew there was no arguing with him so she slipped off the chair and went to get ready. She didn’t take long and then they were heading out. Kilgrave had booked a taxi since Loki had the car. He planned to get his own car as soon as he got a job. He was hopeful for the interview today, it was to work in the local hospital which would be ideal location wise.

‘Are you nervous?’ She asked on the ride there. She was sat in the middle right next to him, his hand was firmly on her knee.

Kilgrave chuckled. ‘A little bit.’

‘Really? I didn’t think Alphas got nervous.’ She said, surprised.

‘Of course we do. We are still humans, after all.’

‘But you’ve done so much incredible things already, surely this would be a walk in the park for you?’ She looked up at him.

He smiled and gently gripped her chin, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. ‘I have, but it’s still a little nerve wracking. I really want to get this job, it would be perfect. The pay is excellent and the hours would be ideal.’

‘Do you miss working? I know it’s been a little while.’ She asked.

‘I do, in a way. Usually, it helps to keep me calm and focused. I often struggle when between jobs or projects. Though I must say, this time has been exceptionally easy as I’ve had a rather mischievous little omega to look after and discipline.’ He winked at her and kissed her softly, making her giggle against his lips.

‘Well, if it’s any consolation I think you’ll do great. I bet you’ll knock the rest of them out the park.’ She said seriously, resting her head against his shoulder.

Kilgrave put his hand back on her knee and gave her a squeeze. ‘Thank you, pet. Having you with me is all the support I need.’ He said as he kissed the top of her head.

They arrived at the hospital five minutes later. Kilgrave held Leona’s hand while they weaved in and out of the many hospital corridors until they got to the neurology department.

‘You wait here, pet. Hopefully I won’t be too long. Here’s some money if you want something to eat and drink from the vending machine.’ He handed her some cash and motioned to the machine just down the corridor.

‘Good luck.’ She gave him a hug and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before he went off into the interview room.

Leona waited a while before going down to the vending machine. She got a can of coke and then a Twix bar. But the Twix got stuck right at the end, just hanging over the edge.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ Just like me today, left hanging on the edge. She thought with a groan.

‘Can I help?’ A man asked, she turned around and smiled.

‘I dunno. My Twix is stuck.’ She huffed, pointing at the machine.

The guy had a look and he tried shaking the vending machine a few times, but that didn’t work. So he put in some more money and pressed the right buttons to get her Twix to fall. He reached in and grabbed it, then handed it over to her.

‘There you go. It’s so annoying when that happens.’ He smiled.

‘Thank you. I didn’t have enough change left over.’ Leona smiled back at the kind man.

‘Just pass it on next time someone else is in trouble.’ He laughed.

‘I will do.’ She nodded. ‘Than’ She was cut off when suddenly a very strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her in tightly. ‘Kilgrave!’ She gasped as she looked up, she hadn’t expected him to be done so soon.

‘Everything alright?’ He asked, his tone slightly clipped as he glared at the strange man.

‘Yeah, he was just helping me as my Twix got stuck.’

‘Was he now?’ Kilgrave asked, narrowing his eyes at him.

‘I’ll be going now.’ The poor guy said nervously as he stepped away.

‘Thanks again!’ Leona quickly called to him as he scurried away. She looked up at Kilgrave again. ‘What was that about?’

‘You can’t trust strangers.’ Kilgrave growled, his arm still around her in a steel-like grip.

‘He was just being nice and helping me.’ Leona sighed. ‘Besides, I could smell he was a beta!’

Kilgrave’s jaw clenched.

‘Kilgrave, he was just being helpful. Please, calm down… I’m yours and Loki’s. My collar is clearly on display and I reek of yours and Loki’s scent. Do you really think I’d be interested in a puny beta anyway?’

A slight smirk pulled at Kilgrave’s lips. ‘I guess not.’

‘Exactly.’ She wrapped her arms around him and hugged into him, enjoying his scent as she buried her nose into his shirt. ‘How did the interview go?’

‘It went really well, I think. They said I’ll hear by the end of the day if I have the job or not.’ He smiled and rubbed her back.

‘We should go home and celebrate then! I know exactly how to celebrate!’ She said excitedly, fluttering her eyelashes up at him.

Kilgrave chuckled and tapped her nose. ‘You heard what Loki said. No pleasure for you until he’s home this evening.’ He said firmly.

‘He said if I was good you could pleasure me.’ She whined.

‘He did. But that’s not happening, you’ll have to wait until he’s home too.’ He smirked.

She groaned in annoyance, making Kilgrave laugh.

‘Come on, pet. Let’s go home.’ He slipped his arm around her middle and led her out of the hospital, back to the taxi.

Leona was SO horny by the time Loki came home late afternoon.

She practically pounced on him when he came through the door. She begged her two Alphas to fuck her.

‘Has she been good today?’ Loki asked Kilgrave.

‘Exceptionally.’ Kilgrave smirked.

She had been on her best behaviour. Doing whatever Kilgrave said instantly, being overly helpful and sweet. She wasn’t risking not getting a good fucking, not when she was so desperate for release after being teased in the morning.

So to her delight, they took her upstairs to play before dinner.

Kilgrave took his phone up with him, as he was still waiting for the call from the hospital about the job. Whether he was going to be getting it or not.

Leona was in utter heaven. On her hands and knees, with Loki pounding into her cunt from behind, his hands groping her breasts as they swung underneath her with his every thrust. Kilgrave was kneeling on front of her, holding her hair tightly as she sucked his cock.

She’d already came twice already, she was so wet around Loki’s cock. It was like a slip and slide down there.

She moaned around Kilgrave’s cock when Loki’s knot pushed into her, swelling wonderfully on her g spot. Pushing her into a continuous wave of pleasure.

It was that point that Kilgrave’s phone rang, just as he was so close himself. Leona could tell by the way his cock started to twitch on her tongue.

‘I… I really need to take this.’ He grunted, stilling his hips from thrusting into her mouth. ‘Keep quiet.’

He reached over and grabbed his phone, answering it as professionally as he possibly could with his cock shoved down his omegas throat.

But Leona felt mischievous, she started sucking him with more vigour, swallowing around his cock. His knot was starting to swell outside her lips.

Loki had the same idea. He was still throbbing inside her cunt and spilling his load into her. But he slid a hand down underneath her and rubbed over her clit, making her whine loudly around Kilgrave’s cock. Setting off a chain reaction as Kilgrave had to cover up a moan when he started spurting hotly down her throat.

‘That’s… wonderful… thank you… See you Monday.’ Kilgrave said quickly through gritted teeth. Then he couldn’t hang up quick enough. He tossed his phone down and let out a big moan as he finished cumming down Leona’s throat.

‘You are both so dead.’ He panted, sliding his fingers through Leona’s hair, tugging her off him once he was finished cumming.

Loki chuckled wickedly and nibbled on Leona’s shoulder.

‘I’m guessing it was good news?’ Loki asked after taking a moment to control himself. But being swollen inside of his omega was highly distracting.

Even though Kilgrave was finished, Leona was on such a high from Loki’s knot throbbing inside her, she couldn’t resist licking Kilgrave’s cock clean, including around his knot and his balls. That made him continue to leak for a while, which was all the more for her to lick clean.

Kilgrave was struggling to keep his thoughts together. ‘I got the job.’ He managed to say eventually, gathering his thoughts together.

‘That’s good news.’ Loki hummed, moving slightly and making his knot tug against Leona, causing her to whimper in pleasure.

‘It… Is.’ Leona whined, looking up at him with a big smile.

‘We should have some celebratory drinks after dinner.’ Loki suggested, sliding his hands up to squeeze at Leona’s breasts again. God, her Alphas were driving her insane tonight.

‘Sounds good… If I survive from our little minx licking me like this.’ Kilgrave growled, glancing down as Leona continued licking him.

She giggled in response, feeling drunk already, but on orgasms.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #Stitching the Wounds #Chapter 13 #Fanficshiddles

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haikyuuthots · 4 years ago

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Jealousy is a disease, but maybe something good can come from it. - K. Tsukishima Pt.1

FWB!Reader x Tsukishima

Warnings: Curse words , and I think that’s it? Bit angsty but has fluff towards the end hehe.

Word count: 1.8k

Y/n= Your name. During dialogue: Y= you T=Tsukki Ya= Yachi and A=Akaashi

Summary: You and Tsukishima have been friends with benefits for a while. Both thinking it was a no strings attached situation, both unaware of the true feelings you guys had for each other. What happens when you both experience a bit of jealousy when you guys are seen talking to other people? Will this change the status of your relationship?

author’s note: Hi! this is my first ever imagine, I wrote this at like 1 am and I’m not sure if this is good or not lol. This is part 1 of 3, if you happen to read let me know what constructive criticism you have for me. Hope you enjoy!

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Annoyed that’s how you felt.

Alright here’s some backstory. Tsukishima Kei and you, truly an odd pairing, & the definition of opposites attract. You were sweet and social while he was well, not. Although you were sweet you never took shit from anyone, and definitely had a sassy side, that’s what caught tsuki’s attention. You were the only one who was able to shut him up after an insult.

“What? Being that short finally getting to you? I’ll admit it, it’s hard to not bump into you, with your height being so low ya know” -T

“You sure sound really bold for someone’s whose only personality trait is being 6’2. Tall and arrogant? Geez pick a struggle.” -Y

Complete silence. And you won his admiration. After that you guys became really good friends, and would hang out a lot.

You’re not dating officially, think of it more of a friends with benefits thing. Y’all fuck, hang out but no titles. Both okay with it not knowing both are secretly falling deeply in love with the other.

*present time*

Annoyed. That’s how you felt. Yeah jealousy is something you could never admit to feeling, your pride is just too strong. But that’s what you felt as you saw that pretty tall girl with long blonde hair talk and touch Tsukki. And he? Was just letting it happen. He didn’t seemed bothered at all which bothered you more because everything bothers him so why was he not pushing her away? Does he like her or something? “Never mind that, I don’t care.” You tell yourself but you do care and a lot.

You talk to your friend Yachi about it, she’s the only one that knows about you and Tsukki. You both manage the volleyball team so you’re pretty close.

“He just let her touch him? Bitch was all over him” -Y

“Y/N if you’re so jealous just tell him how upset you are.” -Ya

“I am NOT jealous. - but if it were me doing that he’d be all mad and wouldn’t talk to me for a week. Like that’s so stupid. He can talk to other girls but I can’t talk to other guys? Hell no. I’m done with that bullshit.” -Y

“Don’t so anything dumb Y/N you know how salty he can get. Don’t wanna do anything you’d regret.” -Ya

“I won’t. I’m not the type of person to crave revenge.” -Y

* later that day*

Earlier Kurro asked if you could watch him bokuto and Tsukki play so you could give them notes. (Secretly just wanting to see your interactions with Tsukki he had a feeling y’all were a thing) you agreed and brought Yachi along because she was so much better at taking notes anyway.

You were there for almost an hour, when you got a little hungry. The nearest vending machine is what you wanted to find, but it was dark and you weren’t familiar with the campus.

“Hey girl I’m really hungry do you know where the nearest vending machine is?” -Y

“No. Why don’t you ask Tsukki he’s been here before he must know.” -Ya

“Sis he’s in a middle of a game. Wait Akaashi is right there I’ll just ask him” -Y

“Y/N you’re not doing this to get Tsukki jealous are you? You know he’d flip if he saw you talk to him rn” -Ya

“Noooo, i already told you I’m not one to get revenge. And I don’t care what Tsukki thinks. I’m my own person. Plus the longer I stand here the hangrier I get so if you’ll excuse me.” -Y

“ oh boy” -Ya

You start walking over to Akaashi he’s paying attention to the game, looking up to you as you approach him. You’ve spoken to him a couple times but not regularly so you felt a bit awkward as you got closer.

“Hey Akaashi, sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you knew where the nearest vending machine was? It’s kinda dark and I don’t really have the energy to wander around rn haha” -Y

He smiled “oh yeah, if you want I can walk you over there, I was thinking of getting the guys a couple snacks too anyway.” -A

“No no no you don’t have to do that.” You say frantically “really it’s okay I could go alone”

“No seriously I’ll go with you it’s no problem” -A

“LOOK OUT”

Everything happens so fast. Next thing you know you felt a rough shove on your shoulder and Akaashi was on the floor. He got hit by the volleyball straight in the face. You rushed to help him up and looked back. Kei was glaring at you two. He’s the one that threw the ball. You looked back and mouthed a “wtf” as you continued to ask Akaashi if he was okay. The boys came over to help him as well.

“Maybe if you two weren’t gazing into each other’s eyes you would’ve noticed the ball coming your way.” Is all you guys hear. A snarky comment from Tsukki.

“Tsukishima. You just hit him in the face with the ball, least you could do is apologize.” It was your turn to glare at him.

He scoffed “sorry man.” No emotions as he said it.

“Oh it’s all good accidents happen and really I’m ok. Are you ok Y/N? Sorry I pushed you out of the way so abruptly, didn’t want you to get hit by the ball too”

“Uh what? No I’m fine. Thank you by the way. I truly appreciate it.”

This interaction made Tsukki feel sick, he felt a pit in his stomach and all he wanted to do was punch that stupid smile off Akaashi’s face. He’s an acquaintance, never had any bad blood but right now? Fuck did he hate him.

“Alright I think we should call it a night” kurro says.

Everyone agrees and begins to scatter to clean up. Bokuto grabs Akaashi and they walk out, said they were gonna find an ice pack.

“Hey Y/N can you help me out with the mats over here?” Tsukki asks you, voice is lowered.

“No. I was going to the vending machine before this so that’s where I’ll be heading.” To say you were mad was an understatement. You were pissed. His behavior of jealousy made your blood boil.

As you begin to walk away you’re suddenly stopped. Tsukki grabs you by your wrist. “Alright then I’ll go with you.”

Annoying. That’s what he is.

update: Part 2 and 3 are posted!

#tsukishima x reader #tsukki x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima kei #haikyuu #haikyuu! x reader

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princessnijireiki · 4 years ago

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was thinking specifically of a native blogger who was like "if anyone of any race can be latino just pick any faceclaim and put a spanish name on them, it's fine, the ethnicity means nothing. here's a list of common spanish surnames lol" and I said, "hey. fuck you" and we fought & I blocked them

but then they changed urls and I didn't keep track until someone linked a native fc directory and I said "huh this is pretty good" until I saw SOMEONE I RECOGNIZED from when my sister still did pageants, who I had met in person, who is actually likely a distant cousin, bc, you know.

but 1) her tribal affiliation was listed incorrectly??? 2) EXTREMELY FUCKING WEIRD to use pageant footage of somebody, not an actor in a role, just walking & talking as themselves, trying to win scholarship money, in a competitive pageant they had to pay to enter, wearing an expensive gown, to make gifs to rp with... and then also 3) she was very obviously a teenage minor in a lot of the youtube footage FILMED & UPLOADED BY HER FAMILY PERSONALLY (!) that this person had pulled to make gifs from

so I said, "what the fuck," and went to message the person's main blog bc... wtf, then SAW WHO IT WAS and said "YOOOOO BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK"

and I thought about it for like a good HOUR before I decided not to message them bc it was gonna be a whole fucking thing, right, and I didn't have the energy for that. but I vagueposted about it to try and joke off the awkward feeling of the whole thing, on my personal blog, which I again emphasize, I had this person blocked on, though they had not blocked me. because what a crazy moment.

and I went to sleep and then the next morning I was like "noooo it's still bothering me, that's so weird that she has gifs of this person as a kid, I GOTTA say something." but when I went to old girl's page, she'd posted something MAD EARLY like shortly after midnight or something that just said, "oh. okay." with no post title or tags... and SHE'D BLOCKED ME BY SUNRISE. because this weird lady had been creeping on my blog for NO REASON HERSELF, either stalking native blogs to mine for content just in general (a weird but tbh the most generous assumption I can muster) OR she sent somebody to keep tabs on me/had been keeping tabs on me herself THE WHOLE TIME all because she didn't like that I blocked her for saying she's not the boss of hispanic heritage as a non latino person who was already clearly grappling w reclaiming their native identity as a mixed-race but predominantly white person in the first place, bc she lacked the knowledge (at that time) or the social authority & clout to pull off that kind of behavior re: trying to throw her weight around in the native community directly, but felt comfortable talking shit abt other ethnicities.

and then I remember ALL THAT, and see that YES, her page is STILL ACTIVE, and I go PHEWWWWWWWW it's not worth it, it's not worrrrrrrth iiiiiiiiiiit lmaoooo 😂 I'm simply too old and tired for this shit, let me just send my old rp partners some memes we can enjoy in peace & then call it a day.

#this was like 5 or 6 years ago easy but idk if their directory's any better now lol bc... i haven't been thinking about that person!#every so often (and it's rare) i see a gif pack they've made making the rounds and i go aight cool bc... what else am i supposed to do lol #but they're just not someone i think about #long post //#update - added cut for length

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matronoftheblackrose · 4 years ago

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Excuse you? Excuse you??! (Re: Rell and Viego)

To say the Matron was a patient woman would be like stating the sky was blue, or water at room temperature was wet, or that the Matron of the Black Rose shadowy organization who has lived for centuries had a semblance of an idea for patience. To truly ‘surprise’ the Matron one could theorize it would be as difficult as to change the colour of the sky to the colour splurr, or converting water to plasma.

In a dark private room, at a desk, illuminated by the violet magical spiderweb thrumming with panic, sat the Matron of the Black Rose with a bottle of vintage Noxian wine and no glass.

“Alright, darling... Let us try this one more time...”

“Lukas was killed-”

“Let us try this one more time, from the beginning, so you can try in your mewling state to tell me why I should care about any of this,” LeBlanc interrupted. She tipped the mouth of the wine bottle to her lips and took a mouthful of the delicious, soothing crimson. The panicked thrum of her network underneath the desk cast a colourful array of neon reds and pinks into the void. “The Black Rose academy has lost its prized student, who discovered the truth, who knows who some of us are and is currently hunting down all those who wronged her, yes? Including the mentor Lukas who has been found dead? And, correct me if I am mistaken, and I rarely am, Rell is the product the Null project- the project that I said required more drastic measures of mind control, can now control the shards of Noxian steel that soldiers have died in battle to have the honor of looking upon such craftsmanship, and is killing the remnants of the Black Rose Null Academy?”

“...Yes, Matron...”

“Do you realize- do you realize how stupid this is? You must understand because you are not here, in person. You must understand because I have not summoned you here so I can weigh you down in a bathtub of milk and honey and let the maggots eat you.”

“Matron, please-”

“Please. What.” LeBlanc took another swig of her wine. Her web thrummed brighter and ever more panicked. “Please what? Mercy? You are not dead, are you. An explanation? I have heard your explanation and it is lacking. Another chance? Why do you think you are not dead?”

“...Matron? You- Are you serious?”

“And now you doubt me! Me!” LeBlanc let out a single giggle, like a nail swiftly dragged across metal. “Darling, what do you think is going to happen? This Rell is going to kill the rest of you idiots, then she will try to find the rest of us which she will not be able to do. She cannot because, as a precaution, I do not allow other Black Rose members to disclose other sectors locations else your hearts rupture as stated in our contract, and to quickly add it will be a memory you will quickly forget soon after we finish our discussion. And if she somehow does, if she somehow manages to discover where I am, bursts into my chamber and yells for my head, what shall she magnetize? My staff? My gold staff? My gold circlet? Perhaps she shall strip me of my silken dress but she is too young for me, and gods know what those writers and artists will conceive of. It is as though I approved of a project that had a hyper specialization in eliminating a specific target- Oh wait!”

The Matron took another long drink of wine, some of the placating crimson splashed down and marred her desk.

“So the one thing we wanted her to destroy, the Shadow Island wraiths and Mordekaiser, she is fully capable of doing so? And if Mordekaiser ever decides to march on Noxus, your imbecilic daughter will protect the people. So, why should I stop her? She will do her job no matter what. So, dearest Headmistress of the Black Rose Academy, who I shalt be considering to transfer to the sewage division, why. Should. I . Care.”

“I- Matron, my Matron, I-”

“I-I-I- I have not ripped your tongue out nor has the cat stolen it. Speak in full sentences. What do you wish, to redeem your mistake? Do so! If you are killed, then fine, we are in the same position. What is it you are looking from me, support? This is your sewage, this is your spawn, you will-”

The violet web shook as violently as it could, nearly striking the back of LeBlanc’s chair. With a sharp exhale, the Matron smiled and said, “I apologize, there is another call I must take.”

LeBlanc snapped her fingers, severing the thread with the ex-Headmistress of her school. What a terribly stupid idea that somehow still spawned the exact pawn they needed. Oh no people will discover the Black Rose runs academies that gives them superpowers how terrible. Oh it takes childrens’ souls then why does Rell not give those abilities up? Oh noooo.

Oh well, this one could not be any more stupid.

“Yes, darling- the Matron is here and available-”

“Greetings, Imposter.”

LeBlanc nearly spat her wine out. She glanced at her bottle, saw its year, and swallowed the contents to the best of her ability. With a gasp and a wheeze- That voice.

“Viego?”

“So you do remember me...” A soft chuckle that echoed and reverberated into itself a thousand sultry times. “I thought it to be fair to let you know that I shalt be coming for my Isolde...”

“By every dead god, a thousand years dumped in the ocean has not diluted your thirst,” LeBlanc snapped. “Have you heard the phrase ‘she is just not that into you’?”

“A thousand years ago perhaps we could have exchanged the witty quips, but alas- this is not an exchange between equals. I simply thought to give you one last chance. I am coming, you will die, and you will fulfill your side of the bargain. See you soon, Emilia.”

The line went dead, as the subordinate’s soul was torn asunder.

In the dead, dark room, with the light barely able to illuminate LeBlanc’s heels, the Matron laughed. She tapped the only green thread in her entire violet web, followed by a violet thread.

“Oh Headmistress, are you still there?” LeBlanc asked as she beckoned at the air. Another bottle of wine, a fine bottle of rosé this time, with two crystal glasses.

“Yes. Matron, something has gone terribly wrong. The Black Rose Academy has fallen, and I-”

“I know all of this, of course I do.”

“You...do? How?”

“Darling, you are asking how I, the Matron, would know?” LeBlanc uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into their glasses. They needed a bit of time to breathe, much like her subordinate.

“My apologies, Matron.”

“I have given it thorough, deep thought, and I have decided to not have the nape of your neck meat hooked so you could watch as you were slowly lowered into a pit of ravenous beasts that take the form of your daughter who would disembowel you.”

“I- Thank you, Matron.”

“No, rather, do figure out where your Rell is ‘about’. And let me know if there are any other students of your school that are still around. I need the appropriate bait.”

“Bait, Matron?”

“Oh yes. Bait. Rell still has her purpose. I assume you have no objections... Baroness?”

“Pardon, Matron?”

“How does the title of Baroness sound to you, rather than Headmistress? Along with all of the perks of nobility, along with all of the money, the wealth- the men, far greater than that meatstack of a husband you have.”

“What do you need me to do?”

Matron of the Black Rose Emilia LeBlanc looked at the green eyes approaching her from the darkness. A green, ephemeral hand reached out and picked up the glass of rosé. LeBlanc gave the Grand General a smirk.

“Rell just needs to fulfill her purpose...”

#Sorta a shit post?#Rell #Viego #LeBlanc #League of Legends #FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS I HAVE LAID DORMANT

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greasygyeom · 5 years ago

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Title: Blame it on Me [Part I: Congratulations you got promoted!]

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: what is someone supposed to do when they have to choose between the love of their life and the career of their dreams.

Word Count: 8.2k

Yugyeom x Reader / Angst, smut..more angst. (i use noona but just pretend it’s y/n)

Warnings: Mature content please read only if 18+

Author’s Note: i am back after another year yay! hope you like it!! if you do leave an ask or write in your tags. i love hearing from you guys! tell me if it made you feel something. if there’s spelling errors, let me know hahaha. love you guys and thank you for reading.

Read Part II here

[I]

Your heart felt heavy. It shouldn’t have. You should have wanted to celebrate. You’d just been offered a promotion. After giving your 200 percent for the past four years, you deserve the recognition, you deserve the pay-scale, you deserve everything your new title has to offer you, but instead it left you with tears of melancholy. It had left you at a fork in the road you didn't ask for. A choice you didn’t want to make.

The breeze you felt on your face, standing on the roof of your office building was cold, but you could hardly process it.

You made your first phone call, after the meeting, to your best friend; to give her the ‘good news’.

It was an unscheduled call, and those were for emergencies only, so instead of beating around the bush you chose to open with it.

“I have….. good news, I guess. I got promoted” you said, feeling the weight of those words like falling bricks shattering a windshield.

There was no lustre to the statement and she knew something was not right. “This is not how you tell people you got promoted bro. Something’s up. Tell me?”

“I get promoted only if I transfer to the London office.”

The news would have affected your friend only positively, because she already was miles away from you. It wouldn’t have theoretically mattered to her what part of the world you FaceTimed her from. But, she also immediately understood your unpleasant mood.

“Oh. That’s a tough spot,” she replied, “have you told Yugyeom yet?”

“No. I’ve just told you, right now. I don’t want to tell him without making a decision. This is fucking awful.”

You were on the verge of crying, so you pulled out your pack of smokes and lit one.

“Okay, that’s one way to look at it, but from another perspective, if you go with the decision and it’s a decision he doesn’t like, it might not end well. He might feel left out?”

“Neither of the two options here have a good ending man.”

“How long do you have till you decide?”

“They gave me two weeks.”

“Look, I know congratulations is probably not what you want to hear right now, but you fucking got promoted, okay? That’s a big deal. They want you to head an entire division in one of their best offices. That’s massive. And I know you love Yugyeom, but I also know how long you’ve busted your ass for this; so I’m going to support whatever decision you make. But don’t keep this from him. Delaying this will not solve anything at all.”

“I fucking hate this universe. Can I not once have everything I want without having to make these awful decisions.”

You knew you were at a risk of being called ungrateful and by everyone who didn't have the same opportunity. There were colleagues of yours who would throw themselves at a chance like this. But it was a little more complicated on the other side of the fence for you.

You wanted the job, you so badly wanted it. For every second of every day since graduating with a degree in visual design, all you wanted was to become an Art Director. But, you were also in a loving relationship with a boy who held your entire heart in the palm of his hand. He was considerate and caring and kind and he gave you everything you had deemed yourself unworthy of. He changed the way you saw yourself and filled your life with laughter. That was the choice you had to make —between what you always wanted that you now had a door to walk through and claim and what you thought you’d never have, which you might have to give up. And the way you saw it, it would have been easier to decide between life and death.

Death, you would choose death.

Just having to go back inside and accept everyone’s well wishes and scoffs alike, was making you sick to your stomach, but you somehow managed to power through it. What you truly dreaded, was facing the love of your life. Because there was going to be no easy way to do this.

That night when you went home, tired and distraught, your boyfriend was there to hold you in his arms. You had kind of hoped that you wouldn’t have to face him, at least today, so there was an overwhelming amount of remorse when you flopped into his arms, on the couch.

“Aww...my baby is tired?”

You’d tried your very best to remove all evidence of having mourned silently on the metro ride while coming back.

“Very very tired.” you sighed.

He pulled you closer, getting you more comfortable in his embrace.

“How come you’re home? It’s just 8pm?” you inquired.

He was the principal choreographer at one of the most prestigious dance academies in the city and usually his days ran late creating new routines for Broadway shows and idols. You were so incredibly proud of him and everything he had done for his career; especially having seen him grow as a person and as an artist for the past three years. But his long hours had led to some harsh conversations and you just found it hilarious that the one time you wished his work would run later than usual, so you wouldn’t have to face him, is the one time he was home early.

“Heyyy... you’re making me sound bad.”

“Noooo I don’t mean it like that! I just mean, it’s not often you’re home at this time. You’re usually locking up the studio.”

“Yeah rehearsal got called off today. I thought you’d be happier than this to see me home.”

“Baby, I am!”

Even though you had hoped for some time alone to collect yourself, finding him sitting, waiting for you on the couch, felt warm and welcoming - like the second home you were trying to escape to, because your original terrain was turning hostile.

“I'm really happy to see you.” You nuzzled his nose, “I promise.”

“Okay I'll believe you this time. What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t think I’m hungry, baby.”

“Nonsense.”

“Really, Yugyeom, I don’t think I can eat.”

“But I’m so hungry. I was waiting for you” he pouted. You stroked his cheek, while he spoke, taking in every little detail of his face and leaned in to kiss him.

When his soft lips touched yours, you felt your shoulders give up all the worries they had carried around the whole day, but your mind almost immediately started accumulating the guilt of deciding to not tell him anything for now.

You wanted to ignore it, but the more he grabbed onto your body, the louder the voice in your head became, until you forced yourself apart.

“You need to eat first. I thought you were hungry?” You poked your tongue out, playfully, faking a giggle.

“Yeah, I can eat your pussy” he replied seductively

“Yugyeom!”

He did that often — making you flush with embarrassment, while talking dirty to you. It was his favourite hobby. The more inappropriate the setting, the better.

He knew just how shy you were about dirty talk and how your sexting game was not something you could brag about. But, while with ex-boyfriends you would immediately get put-off and awkward, he had the exact opposite effect on you.

Just the way he’d say some things – always with a teasing half-smirk on his face, and that strawberry voice fluctuating between sour and sweet, sending shivers down your body – would make you go red in the face. Instead of wanting to conclude the dinner at appetisers you ended up wanting to take him home for an ‘innocent’ cup of coffee.

He used and abused this information, to his advantage, every chance he got.

The same couldn’t be said once you were engaged in the act though, because he’d heard you say some sentences that would give a sweet, old pensioner a heart attack.

Letting out a loud laugh, he put his entire weight on you, leaving you no room to escape and truth be told, you didn’t want to escape either.

“You look distracted noona, is everything okay?”

“Uhh...yeah…”

“That would have been believable, but you’ve been frowning for the past ten minutes” he responded, touching the crease lines on your forehead.

“Kiss me, please.” you whispered, coiling your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He caught your lips between his and stroked your cheeks.

When he pulled away, lips red and swollen, he smiled, “I love you”.

“I love you too, so so much.”

He sat back and pulled you up with him. “I’m going to order some food. How about you take a nice warm shower till then? I might even hop in, you know, save some water.”

“Where is this ‘save water’ philosophy when I’m running late in the morning and you’re hogging up the bathroom?”

“I never said you can’t join me. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.”

“At 8 am? Can’t risk it.”

“Why? I can be quick.”

He’d successfully got you all flustered again.

“Oh my god, just order the chicken.” You rolled your eyes, “And I’m going to lock the door so don’t get your hopes up.”

“Aah so cruel.” He replied, dramatically holding his chest like you’d stabbed him.

All this happiness and normalcy that you were faking was emotionally draining; you needed twenty minutes of solace to silently cry it out while the hot water rained on you.

Debating on whether or not to just rip the bandaid and get it over with, you came to the futile conclusion that right now, you just couldn’t. You needed to be prepared, to weigh all the options; to play out all possible outcomes of your potential decision and find all the answers to the difficult questions that you would have to face later. All this overthinking required some time, so you had to keep the secret a little longer.

You went into the kitchen, after slipping into your pajamas, to help Yugyeom.

“Is the food here?”

“No, I’m just setting everything up.”

You grabbed the two plates he’d kept out, only to be scolded by him.

“Noona, I’ll get everything, just pick something to watch.”

“It’s okay, I can carry two plates.”

“I’m sure you can, but I’d like it if you didn’t?”

You chuckled and headed back into the living room.

The food delivery reached you halfway through an episode of Good Girls. So you ate your super spicy wings, while he ate the rice bowl he’d been craving, completely engrossed in the show. By the time you reached the third episode you were so full, you rested your head in his lap, sleepy beyond your control.

“I should never believe you when you say you don’t want to eat” he suddenly said, running his fingers through your hair.

“I stress ate, I think, that’s worse”.

“What’s stressing you out, baby?”

“Rio” You pouted.

“Really. You’re telling me you stress ate because of a fictional gang banger? Actually, no, I take it back. That’s totally believable.”

“Yes, exactly, that fictional gang banger has a neck tattoo.”

“He has a fake neck tattoo. I have a real one on my back.” He sassed.

“Oh whatever, you’re just jealous.”

“Nah… I mean… He could try but I can actually kiss you.”

You laughed squeamishly when he started planting kisses all over your face, then asked you in a more serious tone. “Seriously noona, you look very down today.”

“It’s nothing just…. work.”

“You work too hard, I think you need a vacation. You wanna take friday off and go to the beach over the weekend?”

Unbeknownst to himself, his innocent remarks immediately unraveled the little cocoon you’d stitched around yourself. You wanted to trick your brain into believing, even if for a little while, that everything around you at that moment was not gloomy and dark. But as soon as his words registered, an alarm rang through your body; escalating your heartbeat and breaking you out in sweat.

The sudden change in your physical appearance derailed his chain of thought.

“You’re suddenly sweating so much? Are you getting a panic attack?” he asked, aware of your history with anxiety disorders.

“No, I’m fine,” you lied.

“Then is it a fever?” He placed his hand on your forehead and then on his, to tentatively compare his body temperature to yours.

“It seems okay” he mumbled then spoke to you. “Get up, I’m going to get the thermometer.”

“I’m okay, Yugyeom. I’m sure I’m not sick.”

“I’m getting the thermometer.”

Begrudgingly, you moved out of his way, sitting upright, your heart slowly returning to normal speed.

He came back five minutes later, and after thorough inspection, came upon the conclusion that your body temperature was no higher than normal.

“Happy now? I told you I’m okay.”

“I just wanted to be sure.”

“Or you could have just believed me.”

“Noona?”

“I’m… gonna go to bed” you replied, catching up with and simultaneously getting horrified by the unnecessary aggression in your tone.

“Okay.” he complied, “I’ll clear everything up here and see you in ten minutes.

The way you suddenly snapped at him, was unexpected, but only because you hadn’t behaved this irrationally in a long time.

The last time it happened was when he’d been dating you for a little while and you were terrified of accepting your feelings for him.

In most cases, you were a rather level-headed, logical person. While you couldn’t do anything about being an emotional being, you still regulated the role it played in decision making.

However, the fear of committing to being so effortlessly in love with someone had paralysed you so intensely, it had caused your mind to lash out.

He knew about all this because much, much later you had apologised for hurting him in that battle with yourself. He’d stuck by you when you had tried your hardest to push him away. And you had felt compelled to right that wrong, even though you both had moved past it. His decision to not walk away had been instrumental in helping your relationship grow into the most magnificent forest of love.

He hadn’t experienced this unexplained, irrational irritability since that time, but he chose not to bring it up when he slipped under the sheets.

“Will you be my tiny spoon?” he asked, even though you were facing the wall already.

Without a word you turned around and scooted close enough that you could bury your face in his bare chest. He liked sleeping in his boxers.

A small smile settled on his face. “Goodnight, noona.”

“Goodnight baby. I’m...sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know you’ll figure it out ... whatever it is.”

“I hope so.” you replied, defeatedly, knowing full well that one way or another ‘figuring it out’ was going to break something for you.

The next two days were dull and dark. You smoked a lot, cried a lot, avoided Yugyeom a lot, amongst other mundane routines.

You were on the precipice of adding a third day to the list, but around noon you received a call from Jinyoung – Yugyeom’s senior/ colleague/ childhood friend and by extension now your friend; and he unwantedly altered your ‘gloomy clouds and violent seas’ moodboard to ‘a chill night out in town’.

Since no was never an option with Jinyoung, you ended up going for dinner and a movie with some of Yugyeom’s friends and, to be honest, it wasn’t as bad as you had expected it to be. There were so many people you hadn’t seen in such a long time, it did take your mind off of all the overthinking it had been doing for some hours and as a surprise cherry on top, kept you away from your boyfriend.

By the end of the night you were so tired and tipsy, the only memory that remained of being back home was falling onto the bed and then being tucked in.

The hangover, experienced by you, the following morning was not something you wanted to add to your already substantial list of inconveniences for the day, but it seemed almost inevitable at that point. When you rolled out of bed, he’d left for work and kept out a hangover shake in the kitchen, for you.

“Oh goddammit why could you have not been a douchebag.” You muttered in frustration.

You were angry at your boyfriend for being caring. That’s where you were at in your life. You were so cowardly that you were wishing he’d become an asshole so you could hate him and make it easier on yourself.

It wasn’t a pleasant place to be in.

Fast forward to the weekend, you were painstakingly aware of how little time you had with your wishy-washy-bullshit procrastination. Subconsciously you were aware of the choice you were going to have to make, whether you liked it or not, you just didn’t want to make it.

In the past week, every time your boss called you into the office or crossed you in the corridor you felt this overwhelming pressure, like you were being an ungrateful employee for taking so long to give an answer. And since you hadn’t yet told Yugyeom, who probably was the only person who should have been made aware of the situation the day it had transpired, it made everything even shittier.

You felt like asphalt laid out on the ground ready to get bulldozed.

“Are you sure you’re okay noona?” He asked, worry lines strewn all across his face as he once again caught you floating in your own world, on a very sunny Saturday morning, frowning at nothing in particular.

“I’m okay. I think. Maybe anxiety is catching up with me.”

“Do you want to visit your therapist?”

“Not right now… but, if it continues for longer than a month, I will. I can handle it”, you lied.

He gave you a small peck on the forehead, his way of offering comfort before asking if you needed anything from the convenience store.

You thought about it for 30 seconds before sighing “No, I’m good.”

He felt helpless when you got into this state of mind. But he also knew the best thing he could possibly do was give you your space and silence. You’d been together for three years and he didn’t know he could love someone so much. Even though, sometimes, it came with it’s own curve balls, he was willing to deal with them; because being with you was better than being without.

He knew in his heart that something was wrong. But forcing it out of you was not what he wanted to do, no matter how much he wanted to know or help. Throughout your relationship, you had prided yourself in the fact that you both were always transparent with each other. Sure, it had led to minor disagreements, but choosing to never hide information, out of respect for the other person, was something you both mutually believed in.

So it came as a bit of a shock to him when he ran into your work friend, while buying kitchen supplies and they divulged some information he had not been made privy to.

Needless to say, it didn’t sit well with him, but everything he’d observed about you in the past week suddenly made sense. He didn’t know how to process the information, so he bought the groceries and went back home to find you frowning, just as he’d left you.

“Oh, you’re back already?” You faked a smile, looking at your faint reflection in the window, to make sure you didn’t look like a mess after having cried in his absence.

“Yeah, I just went to buy some ramen and eggs.” He replied. “And I ran into Ahn, from your work.”

“Nice.” The repercussions of that happen stance didn't cross your mind.

“Yeah… yeah. He told me some interesting stuff.”

“Yeah? What did he say?”

“He told me that my girlfriend was moving to London?”

You physically felt your heart fall to the base of your gut as your chest cavity tightened and it became difficult to breathe, all in less than a span of sixty seconds.

“Funny right. And he told me to congratulate you on your promotion since he has been out of town and hasn’t been able to do it himself yet. Apparently it’s been the biggest source of gossip this week because everyone knows about it.”

You sensed the iciness in his voice and were ready to launch yourself out of the window you were crying by earlier.

“Yugyeom....”

“What I don’t understand is why I heard about it for the first time from some random dude I’ve met once in my life for 2 seconds, instead of you.”

“Because, I – it’s not that simple.”

Your statement was met with silence. He didn’t look angry, he looked hurt and betrayed. He had the same face when he found out Belgian chocolate shakes weren’t necessarily always made with chocolates made in Belgium.

You wanted to just casually dissipate into golden dust.

“I might not have all day for this,'' he said, standing on the other side of the countertop.

When you still didn’t talk, because you were trying to squash your tears to avoid a pour out, he moved to leave the kitchen-dining area.

“No, Yugyeom! Please don’t leave ”, you begged.

“Then talk to me.”

“I don’t know how to talk about it. I’ve been trying every day.”

“It’s been a whole week. Seven days. You’ve known this for seven days.”

“It’s been five,” you sobbed, mutedly. “Okay… okay okay….” If you didnt let it out now, your chances of undoing the wedge that was now lodged between you two, were very low. So you began,

“I was offered the position of Art Director at the London office. I have one more week to give them a reply. And I don’t know what to do. There that’s all of it.”

“That took about three sentences and two minutes. Congratulations, noona,” he replied but his tone sounded the opposite of what encouragement would feel like.

He could feel his ears turn red and a sudden lack of oxygen in his lungs.

Without another word, he picked up his jacket and walked out, before the claustrophobia he felt in his own house worsened.

You saw his tall, lean frame close the door and your dam of emotions burst, like it was made out of twigs. There was no reason to pretend anymore — what you knew would happen, did happen. Could it have been avoided, yes, definitely; but at least, the cat was out of the bag.

You waited for him to come back, in spite of knowing how foolish and naive it was to think he’d come back any time soon. You had sent him a dozen messages and calls, all of which he’d chosen to ignore.

So you had to resort to contacting his friends, just to know if he was safe. Mark, Youngjae and Jinyoung were out of town on a business trip, Jackson hadn’t seen him since the movie night, Jaebeom was at the studio and hadn’t heard from him, which left BamBam. You prayed as you called him, for him to have answers regarding Yugyeom’s whereabouts

“Yeah he’s with me, don’t worry. He’s trying to get drunk, but I’m diluting all of his drinks.”

“What? It’s two in the afternoon!”

“What else did you expect? I’ll send him home in one piece.”

“Bam, I really need to talk to him.”

“I know, I know. He told me what happened. He’s… you know.”

“Yeah… I know. Thanks for keeping him safe.”

“Of course I’ll keep him safe, he’s my best friend. I’m also a bit mad at you, just by the way, but we’ll hash it out later- depending on how things go between you two.”

“I understand.”

“I’m gonna go back inside now before he hulks out and breaks some shit. Try to get some rest, okay? Don’t worry about him.”

“Thanks, I’ll try.”

You then heard a soft click and the line went silent.

At around five and much to your surprise, Jaebeom landed up at your doorstep.

Something didn’t seem right; because yes, you got along with him extremely well and had become good friends over the years, but he would never leave the studio in the middle of the day, especially when Yugyeom hadn’t come in. This was absolutely out of character for him.

“I got you some dumplings and kimbap.” He announced after you buzzed him in.

“I’m not really hungry.” You moaned, slouching back into the same position you had been in for the last several hours.

“You’ve been on that couch since morning, haven't you?”

His question was met with cricket noises.

“Yo, listen. I’m not leaving until you have two pieces of each, at least. I will chew your ear out until you do. I know you haven’t eaten anything.”

That's when it hit you, that wasn’t him talking that was Yugyeom talking through him.

“Jae... did Yugyeom ask you to bring this stuff?”

“Would anything change if he did?”

“For fucks sake… seriously?” You were definitely angry, but not sure at what anymore.

“He was worried you wouldn’t eat, so he told me to get you some food.”

“Even when he’s mad at me he has to be a fucking saint.”

“Are you surprised?”

“No, I’m fucking pissed. I know I was wrong but I’d much rather he fight with me than this passive aggressive shit.”

“I know.” He replied, “But…. I also know you know he’s not here because he doesn’t want to talk about it, just as much as you didn’t. Talking about it means he has to be there when you choose between him and your job. I don’t think he wants to hear it.”

“He’s just assuming I’m going?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Well fuck if I knew then I wouldn’t be crying about it would I?”

“Dude I know this is hard for you, but don’t lie to yourself about it. I know you want to go to London, that’s why this is so difficult.”

“But I don’t wanna go without Yugyeom.”

He went back into the kitchen where he had placed all the food and brought it over to the coffee table.

“Yes, but what if you have to?” he then asked.

Holding a conversation with Jaebeom was like staring at the blunt edge of a knife and hoping you wouldn’t get cut just by looking at it for too long. He was this pool of wisdom you could turn to, to reflect, but since he never learned how to sugar coat things, sometimes his words could get difficult to swallow; just like right now.

“I don’t want to.”

“Yes, but what if you have to.”

You turned to look away from him, because you knew too well what the answer to that was, you just didn’t want to say it out loud.

He read your silence and thought it best to give you your space.

“I’m going to keep everything here. Please eat and drink some water too. You’re going to get dehydrated otherwise. I’ll check up on you when I’m back at the academy. And I’ll be damn pissed if you waste any of those dumplings.”

“Fine.” You absent-mindedly replied having no intention of actually going through with it.

“It’s not for Yugyeom, it’s for me.”

You watched him leave and buried yourself under the blanket again. It wasn’t out of ego that you didn’t eat, it was more so the nausea and headache that had completely drained you and caused your body to shut down. You were asleep within minutes.

And it wasn’t until the main door opened, at an ungodly hour, that you woke up and sat on the couch, alarmed.

“You’re still awake?” he asked, feeling just the tiniest bit of buzz from a mixture of drinks in his system.

“I wasn’t awake, I fell asleep after Jae left.”

“Oh” his eyes darted to the untouched packet of food, painting a vivid picture of dissatisfaction all over his face. He wanted to ask you to eat, but he was still incredibly hurt over the secret keeping to want to talk to you kindly.

“You can sleep inside,” he stated in a monotone, “I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. I’ll stay at Bammie’s, starting tomorrow.”

“Yugyeom please don’t do this, this is your house. Please talk to me?”

“You want to talk now, noona? Really?”

“I know I messed up. I know, okay, I know I should have told you earlier. But, every time I tried, I couldn’t. You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think this is what I want? Do you think any of this is what I want? I don’t want to make this choice, Yugyeom.”

“Do you have to make a choice?”

“Are you willing to uproot your life here and move to London with me, because if not then yes, I do. I have to choose between the only two things I love most and forgive me for not knowing how to do that. I don’t want to fight, baby. I love you and I love my job. You know how much and for how long I have wanted this. And you know I fucking love you.”

You’d fought the tears so hard through this monologue, you could feel the strain on your throat. But it was all in vain, because you did breakdown. You didn’t want him to feel bad for you, so you covered your face with your palms, as best you could.

You wanted to scream and shout at the stars; to direct your anger somewhere, anywhere.

The entrapment that you experienced while blurting out all your emotions was a roller coaster ride you never consented to take.

His footsteps echoed in the pin drop silence and you assumed he was moving towards the door, to leave.

Of course, it would make sense for him to want to leave. All you’d just said right now was that you loved him but not enough to make him the obvious first choice.

So it came as a surprise when instead you felt his warm fingers run through your hair as he sat down next to you.

He didn’t say anything. He just pulled you into his chest, as you cried profusely. Fighting back his own emotions, he rocked back and forth, gently, in an effort to calm you down. You smelled of smoke. It was alarming because it meant you’d smoked enough for the smell to linger in your hair and on your clothes but it wasn’t the right time to bring that up.

“Noona, I love you too.”

Your grip around him tightened when he said that, unleashing a new wave of tears that you were too exhausted to undergo.

“Come on, I know you haven’t eaten all day. Let’s eat something and then go to sleep.” He added, speaking softly, like he was talking to an injured puppy and was afraid to hurt it with his voice.

“Can we stay like this for two more minutes?” you managed to mutter, in between sobs.

“Okay baby, we can stay here as long as you want.”

You didn’t wake up until late in the afternoon the next day, still encased in Yugyeom’s arms. It was unusual for you to sleep in until 3PM, but your mind and soul were so spent from the past couple of days, it made sense to rest.

Being in his embrace comforted you beyond what words could convey. You pushed your back into his torso, desperately trying to reduce any crevices between your bodies.

In his sleep induced state he kissed your neck and tightened his hold around your waist.

You could feel that he was just a bit turned on, with your ass pressed up against his boxers and you should have resisted the urge to move your hips against his pelvis.

The unspoken tension between the two of you hung heavy in the air but you’d been on a streak of making bad decisions this past week, so what was one more.

His heartbeat quickened as your movements became more purposeful.

It was a confusing place to be in. You didn’t know if you were still fighting, if he wanted space, if you wanted more time. The only thing you knew with certainty was at that moment you wanted him.

By now he was fully awake and aware of your motives; and didn’t waste any time in reciprocating your pursuit either— his hands feeling up your body with an unmatched aggression.

Usually, he always made the first move, because you would get shy. So it took him by surprise when you pressed yourself up against him like that, but It didn’t take him long to get in the position of control. In a matter of seconds he had you pinned face down against the sheets with your ass protruding outwards, your clothes on the floor and his fingers slithering smoothly on your clit.

You heaved in response when he smacked and grabbed onto your buttcheeks, with force.

“You like that baby?” he asked, roughhousing you to lay flat on your back, so he could kiss you and bruise you and most importantly, watch you gasp and pant as he manhandled your body pleasurably.

You loved it when Yugyeom played aggressive; and nodded in response.

A cocky smirk formed on his face.

For the next several minutes he pleased you in every way he knew how to– kissing your body, sucking your nips, eating you out, pounding his fingers into you until you were begging to come. Just to tease you more he’d edge you then wait and start all over again.

It was always hell for you when he made you beg for it.

“Baby, please fuck me.” you moaned in anguish, as he parted your legs and licked your folds again, needily.

“Say that again, noona.” He demanded.

“Please, please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore” You dangerously tugged at his hair as he gently teased your lower body.

“Again.”

Your distress was giving him immense pleasure, tempting him to take his sweet time and get you even more desperate for his dick.

“Yugyeom...... please.”

The impatience in your voice was unmissable. You arched your back when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, losing all of the air inside your lungs.

He pressed his lips against your labia even harder and licked you surreptitiously.

“Oh fuck…. baby…. oh keep doing that” you whined, but he stopped abruptly and looked up, to study your face.

“What? Why did you stop?”

“You were having too much fun.”

“It’s not my fault, you’re too good at it.” Maybe caressing his ego would get you somewhere.

He laughed at your response and nibbled around your waist lovingly.

You sat up, messing with his hair and asked him to take his boxers off.

He nodded and got rid of the only piece of clothing he was wearing, at lightning speed, while you got on your knees.

A small groan escaped his lips, as you grasped the base of his length and moved your fingers rhythmically, pumping him. You licked your lips thirstily and took in his tip, swirling your tongue around his skin, like tasting a new flavour of lollipop.

It was no secret that he was turned on, but you miscalculated just how fast your manoeuvres would rile him up.

As you sucked his cock fully into your mouth, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged at it, barely able to keep his composure.

You could hear him mumbling profanities when you deliberately took a long time to feel his ridges and bulging veins with your mouth.

“Noona… fuck…..” he panted deliriously, his mouth watering at the sight of you. He wanted to buck his hips and fuck your mouth harder, hit the back of your throat, make you choke, but he wanted you to initiate it so he’d know that you were okay with it.

You looked up at him lustfully, his cock still suctioned between your lips. The way he eye-fucked you spread electricity through your body; making you want even more of him. When you removed your hand from the base and squeezed his balls, he knew your intentions. It was your tell-tale sign; the consent he needed to go harder.

He grabbed the back of your head and gained control of the way your neck moved on him. Your heart raced when he started hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, blocking your air supply every time he did so.

Tears collected in the far corners of your eyes, and you let out multiple muffled moans. You loved this feeling of asphyxiation, but your body’s reflex was to react against it.

It didn’t go unnoticed by him when a thin trail of collected water trickled down the side of your face.

He let go of your hair and asked “You good?”

That’s the kind of man Kim Yugyeom was, who’d stop in the middle of rough sex to make sure his partner wasn’t getting hurt.

That’s the man you were going to lose if you chose your job.

Did that possibility make right now the last time you could feel him like this?

You chuckled, licking your lips for residue, “I’ll be better when you cum in my mouth”.

“Fuck... you drive me crazy.” He exhaled sharply, finding your arms and pulling you up.

The kiss you shared after that was sloppy and greedy, laced with a desperation you’d experience if you were running out of time.

You moved backwards towards the bed, his lips wandering on your neck voraciously.

“Baby….baby please fuck me” you cooed, digging your nails into his flesh.

This time, you didn’t have to ask him twice.

Before you could wrap your head around it, he’d worn protection and was pounding into you greedily, ecstasy flowing through his veins.

The loud, wet sounds of his thrusts, as you writhed pleasurably under his lean form, were catalytic. Your walls clenched around his cock as he fucked you until he hit your spot.

Mesmerised by his lustful yet soft brown eyes, you let the wildfire, burning at the pit of your stomach, dictate your thoughts and move your body in-sync with his rapidly escalating fervour; making you huff and hum in relief.

With your eyes closed, you experienced the seventh heaven. He literally made you see stars. The tension in your pelvis dissipated and you came undone, panting and sweating heavily.

You wanted to at least make him feel an equivalent amount of gratification.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, baby. Will you cum in my mouth for me?” you asked, salaciously.

“Oh god noona you’re so fucking hot” he whined, fastening his momentum. Even though he’d made you orgasm, his thrusts were getting you all riled up again.

When he was dangerously close to erupting inside of you, he pulled out; and you greedily crawled towards him, to help him finish. As Yugyeom released in your mouth and you swallowed, not breaking the heated eye contact you had going on, he sighed delightfully.

He watched you lick the last traces off of his dick and your mouth, and he couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of him.

Catching you in his embrace, he kissed your forehead and tackled you back into bed.

Your heart felt full and empty at the same time.

“You got me all tired now.” he hummed, pulling you into his chest.

You checked the clock on your bedside table;16:30 it read. Never in your life span had you wanted to freeze time as much as you did that very second.

Yugyeom continued to shower you with more kisses and somewhere between his touch and the faint sound of the piano being played somewhere, you fell asleep again.

Filled with anxiety and your heart beating out of your chest, you sat up in a jerk movement. You didn’t know if it was day or night, if you were late for work or if you’d just woken up from a nightmare.

Nothing seemed to make sense to you. Yugyeom wasn't occupying his side of the bed either.

You took a few deep breaths and checked the time again. It was 8PM and you were still on Sunday.

You let out a sigh of relief and fell back on your pillow, your heart still beating like crazy.

“What an awful way to wake up” you thought to yourself, turning towards his empty pillow. It was then that you noticed the vase placed by Yugyeom’s bedside.

Flowers weren’t your thing, but they were his. He would get cheered up so easily if anyone got him a bouquet. He’d just shove his whole face in the petals and smell them and smile like a fool. There was a piece of paper still attached to the bunch, with ‘noona’ written on it.

Wait… did he actually get those for you? You rolled over to his side and started reading the contents, entering a panic induced state of mind immediately. It was barely five lines but it felt like an eternity to get through.

“Noona, I’m breaking up with you. You should accept the promotion and go to London, without me making you feel guilty about it. I couldn’t say this in front of you because you know I suck at this stuff. But I was more afraid that I’d ask you to stay. I love you. I want to make this easy for you. Please don’t call me…. I’m sorry.”

After the tenth read his words registered in your brain, like a ten year old typewriter running low on ink – the words were all there, just impossible to interpret.

This was fucking ridiculous.

Immediately you sprang out of bed, took a bath and got dressed, unwilling to accept this predicament on face value. Even if it was the only foreseeable decision, you couldn’t let him take the fall for it. You were the bad guy in this situation and you had to face it.

You first went to the academy, just in case he’d gone there to bury his emotions under a thick layer of hardcore choreography. To your dismay Jaebeom was the only one burying his feelings in the building.

“He wrote a note? Really?”

“Yeah he said he’s breaking up with me and left.”

“But… wasn’t that going to happen anyway?”

“Jae… not right now, okay? I don’t want your bitter pills at the moment, ‘cuz they will make me want to punch you.”

“You’re fucking violent. Fine. He’s probably hiding at Bambam's.”

“Yeah I was planning on going there if I didn’t find him here.”

“Cool, call me if you need anything.” You nodded and went outside to hail a taxi hoping and praying to find him.

If Yugyeom really was at Bambams, there was a good chance you wouldn’t even be let in, on account of you having hurt his best friend and all; but you still had to try.

Luckily, since his house was on the second floor and had a window facing the entry, you at least could be sure that he was at home. The lights were on.

You rang the bell and waited.

No answer

You rang it again.

Still no answer.

You then called his number, to see if the incoming call ringtone could be heard from outside. A millisecond later you heard his phone. There was no doubt that he was inside. And there would have been no need to keep you out unless Yugyeom was there as well.

“BamBam come on.”

The door knob melodiously clicked open and he slipped out through the tiniest gap, not letting you peek inside

“I can’t let you in bro.”

“I know Yugyeom’s here.”

“That’s why I can’t let you in. Didn’t he say not to contact him?”

“He said not to call. I didn’t call. Just let me see him Bam.”

“Why do you want to see him. He broke up with you, didn’t he? I told you we’ll hash it out depending on how it goes between you both. Well, this is how it is. He doesn’t want to see you.”

“Bam he broke up with me to make it easy on me. So that I can leave ‘guilt-free’. Does that make any sense to you?”

“So you’re actually going huh?”

“I-”, you fumbled “I don’t know. Part of me that loves my job tells me I have to. The other part that loves him tells me I don’t want to. Let me talk to him, please Bam? It’s the last favour I’ll ask of you for a long time.”

“You know, you both are being really messy.” he sighed and punched in the code to his apartment. “I’m going to get some drinks. Make it quick.”

You hugged him before heading inside “Thank you.”

When Yugyeom saw you at the doorway, he cursed. “Fuckin hell Bam.'' He was not pleased to see you.

“He left to get some drinks.”

“Please I’m not in the mood for this, just leave. I know you came here hoping to change my mind.”

“Yugyeom did you really think you cutting me off like that was going to make me feel any differently?”

“Did you even try?”

“Try what?”

“Feeling differently?”

“Why don’t you tell me first?”

“I don’t have to. I’m not the one leaving.” That sentence stung you in the chest.

“And what if I don’t?”

“What?”

“What if I don’t go to London. What if I don’t accept it?”

“Then you’re a dumbass.” He got up from the chair he’d been occupying, several paces away from you and moved even further away as you finally stepped out of the foyer and inside the living room.

“Excuse me?” Did you just call me a dumbass?”

“Yeah, I did. Because you’re acting like one. Why the fuck would you turn down your dream

job?”

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

“Wow, the one time I expect you to use your logic, you don’t. Remember yesterday, you asked if I would pack up my whole world and shift to London with you? And I said nothing? So if I can’t do that for you, then you shouldn’t have to do that for me. I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your career noona.”

“But I have to Yugyeom. If I choose my career, we break up. If I stay here, I lose my promotion. Let’s call a spade a spade, yeah?”

“Yes that’s why I took myself out of this equation. I know I said I’m giving you an easy out, but really, it’s for me. I didn’t want to hear you say you’re choosing your job. Because of course that shit will hurt me. And I can’t ask you to stay because that’s a selfish thing to do. You know you don't want to pass over this opportunity. Why are you making this so hard for the both of us?”

“I’m making this hard?” you questioned.

“Yeah, you are. The faster I’m trying to bury it, the more you want to dig it out.”

“So is this it? This is how you want it to end between us?”

“Do you have another way?”

“We have five days.”

“I can’t watch you leave me and not be able to do shit about it. I fucking can’t.”

“Okay.. and you have made up your mind?”

“Yeah”

“Do whatever you want then, I guess” you conceded, your words full of anger and frustration, and went back towards the door.

His heart felt so heavy. He wanted to run to you and ask you to never leave him and kiss you so badly, but held himself back with everything he had. He had to hold himself back. If he gave in right now, he’d be in a much stronger world of pain later.

“Yugyeom, if you change your mind…. you know where to find me” you stated before slamming the door shut.

There wasn’t much else you could really do about it other than comply with his wishes.

The sad part of it all was that you always did intend to accept the promotion and transfer to London, you were too ashamed to admit it. The decision you’d been stalling had finally reached it’s obvious conclusion and you felt nothing. No happiness, no sadness, no anger - it was like falling into a grave of white noise, endlessly, without any safety net or ground to actually hit.

During the ride back home, while you sent out messages to all the people who needed to be told; back at BamBam’s house Yugyeom had chugged two bottles of Soju in spite of BamBam’s protests.

“You fucker, I’m gonna call everyone over so they can beat your ass, if you don’t slow down.”

“Don’t care” Yugyeom muttered, while opening a third bottle. “Let’s party. Fuck some bitches.”

“Oh you wanna fuck some bitches or you wanna fuck a bitch who just left like fifteen minutes ago.”

“She’s not a bitch be nice.”

“Oh fuck’s sake, I’m calling hyung”.

“Which one?”

“All of them”.

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TITLE: clean.

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Ship: The Love Square - Little bit Adrinette, Little bit Marichat Rating: T [ AO3 ]

Summary: Marinette decides that letting go of her feelings for Adrien is what is best for her, and she is resolute on that.

PART - I

It was months and months of back and forth

You're still all over me

Like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore

Hung my head as I lost the war

And the sky turned black like a perfect storm

In the silence of her room, Marinette stared at the black umbrella - usually in the warm, loving corner of her closet - on her chaise. More than anything, all she was feeling was a bone-deep exhaustion.

“Marinette?” Alya called sleepily, sitting up in her loft bed and reaching for her glasses. “What’re you doing up?”

“I need to get over him.”

“What?”

“I don’t like what it does to me,” said Marinette, voice small. “The nerves, the fear. Being so… On edge and scared.”

Alya quietly slipped off the covers and climbed down the ladder to stand next to Marinette, brows furrowed in concern as her eyes landed on the umbrella.

“Where’s this coming from, M?”

“Everything , Al!” burst out Marinette, tears stinging her eyes. “I-It’s starting to feel like that’s all I am. I don’t like how that’s become my identity .”

Alya linked her hand around Marinette’s and tugged her gently towards the chaise. Carefully setting the umbrella on the floor, she sat Marinette down on it before kneeling down in front of her.

“Girl, what happened?”

“I- I find myself making bad decisions ,” she sniffled, eyes filling up with tears.

She kept making the wrong choices. Losing Master Fu was her fault. Getting Ryuuko instead of Queen Bee even though that would’ve been a better choice and so it was her fault that Miracle Queen happened.

And she kept hurting people. Luka, Kagami, Chat Noir . They didn’t deserve that.

“I don’t like who I’ve become, Al. I- I never cared about boys this much, it’s not… I don’t… And he doesn’t even notice . He doesn’t see me, and I’m just… Done ,” she sighed. “And I know it’s not his fault, but he brings out the worst in me. No, that’s not fair. My feelings for him bring out the worst in me, and I don’t like that. I hate how it makes me feel about myself.”

“Oh, Marinette, it’s really not that bad,” cooed Alya. “You’re a girl in love and-”

“It’s not that bad, really Alya?” asked Marinette, sniffling. “The fact that people I grew up with thought I could… Be so jealous over a guy and sabotage someone? That isn’t bad? I must have done something to make them believe I am capable of that! The worst part is I did do that, didn’t I? It was easy to believe after that thing with Chloe and-”

Alya winced guiltily. “M, I didn’t-”

“I don’t mean you, I just…” Marinette softened immediately. “As I said, my feelings for him are not doing me any good at all. I am starting to think that it’s letting people think the worst of me.” She finished in a small voice. “I just don’t want to be like that. It’s not the kind of love he deserves. Nor the kind I want to give, either.”

“I just want there to be more to what I do than a boy ,” she grimaced.

Alya giggled a little. “No boys in this house.”

“Shut up, Al,” snorted Marinette. “You have a boyfriend.”

“That I do, that I do,” hummed Alya.

“I’m going to tell Nino that you forgot about him,” said Marinette solemnly.

“Oh noooo,” Alya said dramatically. “That would break the poor boy’s heart.”

“I love you, Al,” sighed Marinette, a fit of laughter later, as she rested her head against her shoulder.

“I love you too, girl,” smiled Alya. “But seriously, whatever you need, alright?”

Marinette considered for a moment. “No more schemes. No more missions or operations or anything .”

“Aw,” pouted Alya. “I loved planning those.”

“And no more trying to leave us alone.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Actually, I’m going to need you to make sure it doesn’t happen ever .”

“ Ever ?” asked Alya incredulously. “Girl, you’re still going to be friends with him, right?”

“Well, okay maybe till I’m… You know, okay.”

“Okay, fair,” Alya conceded.

“And... “ Marinette inhaled deeply. “Don’t give me any updates on… his dating, and whatever.’

“Okay, Marinette,” sighed Alya. “Whatever you need.”

“I just need to be able to get over him.”

It felt like the end of something big, which was silly. But maybe also not, because maybe Marinette shouldn’t have let it get that big. She had responsibilities that were greater than this schoolgirl fancies; schoolgirl fancies that had not done her any good in the first place.

Marinette thought it ironic that the sky had blackened to foreshadow a storm. She suspected it’d last a few days at least.

“Hey, Adrien.”

“Marinette! Hey!” he beamed. If it made her ache a little, she pretended it didn’t because it shouldn’t anymore. “Want me to drop you off?”

Her eyes widened just a bit, but she shook her head gently, a warm smile on her face. “It’s okay, thank you. I just… Uh…”

“Everything okay?”

His eyes were soft, green and so, so concerned for her. But over his shoulder, she saw Kagami approaching. So she looked away, inhaled deeply and plastered on a smile before looking back at him.

“Peachy. Everything’s fine, thank you very much for your concern.”

She winced internally at how her voice had risen, and thrust her hand forward.

“I keep meaning to,” she started slowly, eyes fixed on the umbrella. “But I keep forgetting to return this to you.”

“What?”

The confusion in his voice finally had her look him in the eye again. She chuckled and nodded at the umbrella. “It’s yours. You gave it to me on your first day of school, remember?”

“No, yeah, I remember,” he said, the confusion not having left him as he still kept looking at her.

Kagami was waiting behind him at a distance, and for that, Marinette was grateful. So she powered through, eyes flickering back to his.

“I’m returning it to you,” she said, shaking the umbrella lightly.

“I- I didn’t intend for you to. I don’t mind, honest.” Adrien blinked. “Besides, it looks like it’s going to rain. You’re gonna need it.”

She gave him a wistful smile. “I’m sure you don’t, but it isn’t mine to keep.” And then she pulled out a small pink umbrella with white dots on it. “And I’ve got my own this time.”

Reluctantly, he took the umbrella from her and stared at it, looking at her with worry. “Why now?”

“I thought it was about time, is all.”

Before he could say anything, she took a step down so he was towering over her on the stairs. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Adrien. Bye!”

“Bye, Marinette.”

She walked away, thankful that she had to go in the opposite direction of where Kagami stood waiting. She did not look back, not even once, though she could feel his gaze boring into her back. She trudged on as it started to rain, and walked past the bakery.

She wandered till the Seine came into view. She stood by the embankment, slightly out of breath as she gazed out at the torrents of water lashing against the concrete bank. There was a dull ache in her chest, but she felt that just maybe she had just a little bit of her life back in her control.

Yes she’d had whimsical dreams and fantasies about life with a boy she thought she was deeply in love with, but maybe there would be more dreams in the future. And maybe they would be with someone who would see her and bring the best out of her, and made her want to be a better person for herself rather than for them.

She lifted the umbrella off her head to tilt her face up to the sky, eyes fluttered shut as she let cold as ice rain soak her to the bone. It felt a lot better than the bone-chilling exhaustion that had settled into her.

Yes it hurt a little, or maybe a lot and maybe it would keep hurting for a while but she had to believe that she would be okay, that this would be okay.

Baby steps.

PART - II

There was nothing left to do

When the butterflies turned to

Dust that covered my whole room

So I punched a hole in the roof

Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you

A few months later, Marinette carefully set the bracelet he had made her into the box she stored all her mementos - press dried roses from Chat Noir, her ticket stub from the first movie she was allowed to watch with her friends, a necklace from her grandmother that she'd ended up breaking when was ten, among the many other things. She removed the pictures of him from the walls save for photos that they were in with their friends, and absolutely cleared the corkboard by her bed of all pictures of him. The box of gifts she had made had already been handed over to her parents so they could donate it to children in need.

For Adrien's birthday this year, she would do what she did for all of her friends - a birthday card, a cake or a dozen macarons of their favourite flavour and one handmade gift that would take her no longer than two hours to make.

When Chat dropped into her room some time later, she had thrown open the skylight and was kneeling on the bed right below it, eyes closed and face tilted upwards towards the moon and stars.

He observed, and made no attempt to hide his curiosity as. "The photos are gone."

"The posters," she corrected absent-mindedly, eyes fluttering open as she remembered to roll up the stuff she'd taken down into careful rolls to be kept at the back of the closet. Felt odd to be storing them away given the intention of taking them down, but it felt wronger to throw them.

"Right, posters," he nodded. "Why?"

"I thought it was about time, is all."

"You... Thought it was about time?" repeated Chat, and she couldn't tell why his voice sounded a little strained. "Had a little change in taste of fashion, Princess?"

Marinette chuckled humourlessly. "You can say that again."

Chat hummed and watched her slip down the ladder to hand him the platter of croissants she'd taken aside for him.

"You okay, Princess?"

"Stressed," she muttered under her breath.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, as he dropped on the chaise and she trudged to drop down onto the floor between his knees.

He picked her brush off her chaise lounge and started to gentle run it through her hair.

"Everything okay, kitty? You seem quieter than usual."

"I- Well, never mind. You're already stressed as is."

She turned around to look up at him, cheek resting against his knee. "Chat Noir. You know it doesn't work like that. Talk to me!"

Chat sighed, flicking her forehead lightly so she turned back around. He started to braid her hair carefully, worrying his lower lip as he contemplated his words. "My girlfriend broke up with me."

"Oh, Chat, I'm so sorry," she gasped, starting to turn around but, he kept a firm hand on her shoulder to hold her in place. Surprised, she stopped resisting now curious and a little concerned for her partner.

"Nothing to be sorry about," he sighed. "I think it was inevitable. Once the rush of the newness of it all went away, it was all... the same, you know? Our parents are strict and there wasn't really much to do, but that never bothered her. I tried to get her to play video games with me, but... Well, she's very smart, and a very no-nonsense, practical type of a person, you know? She did not see the point of it, but I know she tried to. But I could tell she didn't enjoy it. And..." he trailed away, voice coming down to a slow mutter. "And it doesn't help that I'm a superhero. Secrets are not good for relationships apparently. That, and the other small things... And her thinking I was in love with someone else-"

"Ladybug?"

"Maybe," he murmured. "But she thinks its someone else."

"Oh."

"It just... Really did nothing to help. I don't even know if we're friends now."

"That's awful," Marinette whispered, as Chat snapped the rubberband on her finished French braid.

"Ta-da!"

Marinette giggled. "Thank you, Chat."

He lounged back as Marinette scurried away to clean her hairbrush and put it away in her vanity.

"So, have you thought about what to say to Luka?" he asked casually, one leg swung over his knee as he tried to look nonchalant, but his alery kitty ears and stiff shoulders gave him away.

She sighed and looked at him wistfully. "Yeah."

When she didn't elaborate, he quirked a brow. "And?"

"I'm going to have to turn him down," she sighed. "

"What, why? I thought you liked him!"

"I do, I think," agreed Marinette. "We've been on a couple of dates and-" She flushed. "-And kissed a little, but I just... Realised that it won't last. Whether or not we make it "official", like he wants to."

"Princess, you can't know that," said Chat, a wistful smile on his face, his eyes a little sad.

"I do know," she sighed. "I have... Too many responsibilities. I don't want to be the kind of girlfriend that flakes all the time. Luka doesn't deserve that. I just... Have too much going on."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry."

"It is what it is, chaton."

"Sad, is what it is," he sighed.

Marinette agreed.

PART - III

Ten months sober, I must admit

Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it

Ten months older, I won't give in

Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it

It was strange really - in a relieving sort of way - how her heart did not race as fast anymore in his presence. She didn't feel like she would become one with the floor when he held her hand, which he seemed to like to do a lot now. She also knew that Alya had noticed, and was thankful that despite the gleam in her eyes and occasional pointed quirking of her brow, Alya did not really say anything. She really did love her best friend so freakin' much.

She did think there was a fragile quality to their friendship - maybe it was just her, worrying like she usually did, or maybe it was just the truth - that had formed since the ten months she'd returned the umbrella, well, technically speaking, three months since she'd returned the umbrella because it took her that long to dull the ache at the sight of him. And the fear of breaking what she'd worked so hard to build still kept her from spending too much alone time with him, because sometimes when he looked at her that warmly with the fond smile etched on his face. On the bright side, at least her heart didn't ache anymore at the thought of him kissing someone else.

She found herself, on very rare occasions, reminscing about the childish hope and lightheadedness of being so deeply in love with him. She missed feeling that light, maybe because now the weight of the world had only gotten heavier on her shoulders, and she associated the silliness of it all with a time when her biggest problem was how she was going to confess Adrien. Not dealing with the aftermath of revealed identities and being left with no allies, of being the new guardian - possibly the only teenager with access to that much power on the planet - and guarding all that power, not potentially losing all of her memories, not having to think about a timeline where her partner and her were in love strong enough to destroy the world and definitely not worrying about if this was all there was to life anymore because really, when would this end? How would this end? Will it ever?

She felt a gentle squeeze against her hand and she shook herself from the dangerous spiral that she was heading into. She found Adrien smiling at her like that again - and something warm flared in her chest, again - and she shook it off. Easier than she would have ten months ago.

"You okay there?"

"I'm good."

"Do you, er, want to, um, maybe grab some hot chocolate after school?"

His cheeks were red, or maybe she was just imagining it. His eyes were soft, or maybe she was just imagining it. He looked nervous, or maybe she was imagining it.

And it was raining.

Her eyes darted to take in the sky and lightning crackled overhead.

"Looks like the perfect weather for it," she murmured, and he beamed at her. She took a lungful of that fresh air, singing with the metallic aftertaste of lightning, thunder, earth and rain. "Let me just text Alya and Nino."

Rain came pouring down

When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe

And by morning

Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean.

#ml fic #ac fic #mlb #the love square #adrinette #marichat #clean #taylor swift insp

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