#what-if scenario

[tenebraevesper]

Up Ladybug Remix - The Butterfly Effect (Analyzer)

Due to unexplainable circumstances, Bridgette and Félix find themselves in a different universe, where their counterparts are saving Paris from a villain who apparently has nothing better to do but send his Akuma to cause havoc. Despite their attempts at staying away from the action, they do tend to get themselves involved when the situation calls for it.

At some point, one would say that enough is enough. At some point, some kind of progress needed to be made. At some point, it was clear that they’d have to take matters in their own hands.

Despite the fact that Bridgette and Félix had decided not to interfere with this universe, as they couldn’t predict what kind of chaos their meddling would unleash and felt that their counterparts were already doing a good job at keeping Paris safe, the fact that the other Ladybug and Cat Noir made little, if zero, progress in stopping Hawkmoth, now Shadowmoth still stood.

It also didn’t help that he somehow managed to unleash five Akumas and two Sentimonsters during one day, with one having the annoying ability to just troll everyone - something Adrichat found hilarious, while Maribug was frustrated beyond words. It also didn’t help that she had an incredibly stressful day, what with balancing her school life, her hobby and Guardian duties.

‘‘She really looks like she’s on the verge of a mental breakdown,” Bridgette commented as she saw Maribug and Adrichat chasing after another Akuma.

“It doesn’t help that Catboy was genuinely disappointed the other day that Amber-lookalike nor her friend got akumatized,” Félix commented coolly. Bridgette snapped her head towards him, her eyes wide.

“What?!”

“I have found him sulking at the Le Grand Paris Hotel. The only time he looked happy was when he overheard the argument and thought an Akuma might show up,” Félix explained, arms crossed. Bridgette remained speechless.

“This guy...” she started in a frustrated tone, but then trailed off, the realization dawning upon her. Tikki and Plagg, who had been lying on the top of Bridgette’s head and sitting on Félix’s shoulder respectively gave her a confused look. As for Félix, he just raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. He knew Bridgette well enough to understand what this expression meant.

“What are you up to now?” he simply asked.

“Maybe there is a way for us to find Shadowmoth,” Bridgette replied, smirking. “However, I’ll need your help with this.”

xXx

The battle against the Akuma had been short, but exhausting, with Maribug having to use the Miraculous Ladybug to fix everything before she could even purify the corrupted butterfly. However, before she could even do that, the butterfly was grabbed by the person she had lasted expected.

“What are you doing?!” Maribug shouted at Bribug, who had appeared out of nowhere and snatched the butterfly with her hand, holding it tightly and preventing it from escaping, then retreating back on the nearby building, with Félinoir standing right next to her.

“I’m sorry, but this is something I need to try out,” she replied apologetically. “If what you had told me about Shadowmoth is correct, then this should work!”

“No, wait!” Maribug yelled, but it was too late. 

Bribug grabbed the compact that hung on the beaded string around her waist and placed the butterfly into it, focusing completely on the sense of frustration that had been bothering the past days. The outline of a butterfly-like mask appeared across her face and she felt a cold shiver running down her spine. The moment she did that, the telepathic communication between her and Shadowmoth had been established.

“Hello, Ladybug,” Shadowmoth greeted her, sounding stunned, yet pleased with the result. Bribug could sense him preying on her frustration, desiring to control it. “I can sense that you’re incredibly frustrated and that this frustration is directed towards me. I could help you though, but-”

“Oh, shut up!” Bribug yelled at Shadowmoth angrily, who was momentarily speechless. How dare she?! “I don’t want any of your powers, you poor excuse of a villain! I have my own!” Focusing hard on She extended her hand towards Félinoir, pressing her palm against his and shouted with all of her might, “Connect!”

The moment she did that, a glowing red circle with a golden outer circle formed below her feet, with black spots appearing inside it. Her earrings started to glow too, the light then fading a moment later.

“Wh-What are you doing?!” Shadowmoth screeched inside her head, but Bribug ignored him. The coldness and darkness, the sense of being trapped inside her own frustration had vanished, replaced by warmth and light.

Bribug knew that her plan was a success, as her own good luck charm, boosted by the Connect ability between her and Félinoir, overpowered Shadowmoth’s luck. As Shadowmoth’s influence grew faint in her head, she pressed her finger against her the side of her mask, causing a transparent blue lens to appear over her right eye, showing her a red dot flashing in the distance.

“Time to finally track down this idiot!”

Bribug leapt off the building and followed the red dot, leaving a rather slack-jawed Maribug and Adrichat, and a nonchalant Félinoir.

“What is she doing?” Maribug asked Félinoir, ignoring the beeping sound that was coming from her earrings. She may have had 3 minutes tops until she de-transformed.

“Ladybug had realized that she may be able to manipulate the tracker in her suit to find Shadowmoth by using the telepathic link established between them,” Félinoir explained causally, pressing his finger against his mask and causing a dark green lens to fall over his right eye. “However, this method will only give us a rough idea about where exactly he is.”

“But this is dangerous!” Maribug freaked out. “What if she gets akumatized in the process?!”

“We have a fail-safe plan for that,” Félinoir replied, following Bribug. Maribug immediately went after him, freaking out internally and ignoring Adrichat when he cried out in protest about being left behind. Unlike Maribug, he didn’t have the option to follow his counterpart, as he had to recharge first. Félinoir glanced back at Maribug, who was still unsure about the whole thing. “Trust me, we wouldn’t have done this without actually having a plan beforehand.” He smiled. “Besides, Ladybug is one of the most stubborn people I know. She’ll be able to handle this.”

Maribug remained doubtful, but followed him. Frankly, she too had enough of Shadowmoth and if this actually worked, she was more than willing to go along with it.

As for Bribug, she just smiled in glee as she heard Shadowmoth yelling furiously at her and trying to force her into akumatization. However, she had to laugh when nothing he tried worked. It was as if his own powers had malfunctioned, which Bribug knew was the actual case.

Her own fortune had increased, with the effect being that it caused Shadowmoth great misfortune. However, she knew that she had to locate him quickly, as this boost in good luck would last only for a limited time before the entire universe fought back to balance it out, hitting her with an amount of bad luck proportional the amount of good luck she had used.

In short, if she ran out of luck, Shadowmoth might regain control over her, but even then, Bribug had at least two back-up plans - one of them being Félinoir using his bad luck curse on her to prevent any akumatization and the second having her own will overcome Shadowmoth’s power.

“So, anything to add?” Bribug asked nonchalantly.

“You are making a grave mistake!” Shadowmoth growled angrily.

“Oh, really? I’m pretty sure I’m doing the whole city a favour,” Bribug replied, her eyes narrowing. “You could really do something better with all that free time you spend on akumatizing people. Seriously, don’t you have a life!”

There was only a growl of anger on the other side, with Shadowmoth once again attempting to get the butterfly out of Bribug’s compact, only to fail. The butterfly was going nowhere.

“Here comes the temper tantrum,” Bribug commented when she sensed Shadowmoth internally screaming in frustration. She had to admit, she was amused that a grown man was throwing a hissy fit like a child who was given a broken toy. “Oh, grow up.”

The signal was slowly getting stronger, with Bribug then adding in a teasing tone, “I’ll find you soon.”

“W-Wait!” Bribug could sense Shadowmoth’s feeling of dread as he realized that he completely forgot to monitor her actions. “You don’t have to do this! We can come to an agreement! I’m sure that there is something you desire-”

“Stop whining,” Bribug replied, now a little annoyed at Shadowmoth’s pathetic attempts to convince her to stop searching for him.

“No, stop!” Shadowmoth once again snapped his fingers and suddenly, the butterfly flew right out of Bribug’s compact, now purified.

Bribug landed on the building and glanced at her compact, then at the purified butterfly, having noticed that the red dot vanished from her tracker. She groaned in frustration. “Just great... and I was so close!”

She waited a few minutes for Félinoir, Maribug and Adrichat (who had charged up) to catch up with her, Maribug and Adrichat looking quite panicked. Félinoir, on the other hand, remained calm.

“Did you run out of time?” he asked Bribug.

“Yeah, it appears so,” Bribug told him, then pointed at her surroundings. “However, I’m fairly certain that he is somewhere in this area. We could split up and search.”

Maribug and Adrichat looked around, with Adrichat feeling a shiver flowing down his spine as he realized that only a few streets further and they’d be right at his house.

“Uh, I don’t think that’s necessary!” he quickly interrupted Bribug. “W-We’ve already looked around here and found no trace of Shadowmoth.”

“Really?” Bribug asked, rising an eyebrow and giving Adrichat an intense stare. “Because this is where my tracker led me to. Hell, Shadowmoth even started panicking when he realized that it was close to him.” Bribug then pointed at a mansion in the distance. “I think the signal was coming from there.”

“That’s the Agreste mansion,” Maribug murmured, feeling a sting of dread, followed by doubt. She didn’t notice the panic creeping up on Adrichat’s face. “But, I and Cat Noir already checked that place, assuming Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth. However, he got akumatized instead.”

“Y-Yeah! Why would Hawkmoth bother to akumatize himself?” Adrichat quickly chimed in. He was convinced that there was no way his father was Hawkmoth, or rather, Shadowmoth.

“Well, if this man is smart enough, he would’ve akumatized himself to throw you off his track,” Félinoir noted. “I would keep an eye on this place.”

“That’s ridiculous! You have no evidence that Gabriel Agreste is Shadowmoth!” Adrichat argued. “How do we even know that tracker was reliable?”

Bribug and Félinoir exchanged glances, but decided not to argue.

“All I know is that I’ve been led here. If you don’t believe me, that is your problem,” Bribug told him.

“Regardless of whether we have the correct location or not, this was still dangerous of you to do,” Maribug told Bribug.

“I’m sorry, but I had figured that something needed to be done,” Bribug replied. “While we both had decided not to interfere in your universe, I do believe that, if there is something we can do to help you, then we should go for it.”

“True, and besides, Ladybug had done crazier things than this,” Félinoir responded. “However, I am surprised that Shadowmoth didn’t try to go after our Miraculous.’’ He then added in a dismissive tone, “Well, not that he would succeed in taking them.”

“Why not?” Maribug asked.

“Oh, it’s because I need to- ugh!” Before Bribug could say anything, Félinoir quickly placed his hand over her mouth.

“Bug, too much info!” he hissed in panic and embarrassment, letting go when he noticed Bribug glaring at him.

Félinoir just smiled sheepishly as Bribug gave him an exasperated look, while Maribug and Adrichat were left completely confused. Bribug’s eyes then narrowed as she thought about their situation, realizing something weird.

“If my good luck had been exhausted... What are the bad luck consequences, then?”

xXx

“T-That was close...”

As for Shadowmoth, he was staring at the floor, pale as chalk and having gone completely blue screen after Bribug almost found his lair. He de-transformed, with Nooroo and Duusu giving him a curious look.

Gabriel managed to snap out of his stupor and regain his poise, clearing his throat, pretending as if nothing happened.

“Remind me to never akumatize that Ladybug again.”

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[unbloomingmoonflower]

odd eye.

The moment you get deceived by the smile

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The training in Coerthas was nothing new. The Elezen youth burned with vengeance toward Nidhogg and his brood and aimed to use his lance to exact such revenge. 

Estinien heeded Alberic’s teachings well. He was a fast study and he knew--he knew his current mentor and foster father fretted at the youth being lost to vengeance. Yet surely he must understand; Nidhogg had taken his home and family from him. His heart will not know peace until Nidhogg was vanquished. 

Out in frosty plains of Coerthas, not too far from where he and Alberic made their camp for the session, Estinien practiced his aiming with small game. Korkuls, small birds, a stray wolf here and there, were no match for his lance once he launched it, building up his strength bit by bit. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, Estinien witnessed a blur weaving through the trees. It seemed far too large to be an animal and too small to be an adult. Curiosity besting him, the Elezen youth ran, snow crunching beneath his boots. The blur continued to weave through the brittle trees and brush, with Estinien gaining on its heels. He was wandering too far, far from the camp, but he couldn’t stop his curiosity. 

Breaking through the brush to one of the rare clearings in Coerthas, steel blue eyes widening just slightly at the sight of another child, much more petite and diminutive compared to his twelve years. Snow-white hair tied in a strange style, unlike the normal ways he’s seen in Coerthas; the attire was also different, foreign, and with the lack of additional layers, cloaks, or even sleeves, Estinien wondered if this child could even feel how chilled it was. 

Upon further inspection, Estinien could see the lashing of a tail, slender, much like lizard. Much like a...

A dragon. 

Estinien forced himself to sound strong. “Who are you? Are you in league with the Dravanians?”

The child before him jerked, startled no doubt, before turning--and Estinien’s eyes only widened as his thin fingers gripped at his lance. 

By the delicate structure of the face, it was a girl. She was tensed, her gaze clashing with his and introducing the boy to the most intense odd eyes he’d ever seen. Her own eyes were wide, full-lashed like the dolls he’d seen the snobbish heiresses in Ishgard hold whenever he and Alberic returned to it. Her scales were also strange; they were like petals on her cheeks and arms, compared to the horns where ears would be and the tail that curled around her hip much like any frightened creature. 

Taking a breath and a step forward, the snow crunching louder beneath his feet, Estinien aimed the point of his spear toward the suspicious girl. “Answer me. Are you Dravanian?” he demanded, his voice louder and echoing through the snowy plains. 

The girl moved faster than he could blink; her hands snapped out, one grabbing just shy of the spear’s point, the other grasping the middle just above Estinien’s own hand. With speed he’d yet to even master, the girl jerked the spear from his hands and her knee connected with his stomach hard, knocking the wind out of him and sent him spiraling back into the snow. 

The point of the spear was aimed right between his eyes before he could even get himself up. He was looking up at this strange girl, who managed to disarm him and knock him on his arse; who was gazing down at him, panting, her brows drawn and small fangs bared. 

The girl growled in an unknown tongue, angling the spear up just so she could snap it clean in half against her knee. She tossed the remnants into the snow, backing away before spinning around to flee, to put as much distance between them while the youth sprawled at her feet tried to regain his bearings.

Twenty years later, having secured his position as the Azure Dragoon, Estinien Wrymblood came face-to-face with the esteemed Warrior of Light. Aymeric had spoke highly of the woman, even mentioning how she was from a nation far from Eorzea. 

She was smaller, delicate compared to him and his first instinct was to sneer. There was no possibility in Halone’s halls that this woman was the Warrior of Light; she looked as though she abhorred the very idea of violence. 

Until she gazed at him. The dragoon found himself face-to-face with the same eyes of his youth, one ones that burned at him after successfully disarming him and fleeing from sight. Yet there was no way...

Impossible. She cannot be the same person.

“Estinien Wyrmblood. Lord de Borel spoke of you often.” The woman, with the strange scale patterns, horns, and tail that was very familiar, spoke in a soft, dulcet tone. She pressed a closed hand against the palm of the open one, bowing by way of greeting. “My name is Shuri. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

When she raised her head to smile at him, Estinien could scarcely muster a doubt.

How many people had he met in his life with the same odd eyes?  

[sweet-evie]

Now I can't help but wonder what would have happened if Lelouch had openly declared his romantic feelings for C.C. and she did not lose her memory after her confrotation with Charles, I can't imagine how the dynamics between them would be or how C.C. would react if she were present during the betrayal of the Black Knights.

Ooohhh interesting scenario 🤔😍 I've actually been looking for a fanfic that explores this idea. Does anyone have any link? 😅

If they fell into a romantic relationship during the series, the only thing I can imagine is that C.C. and Lelouch would be very angsty towards the end. And this is just my CLuCLu brain talking, but I want to believe a love scene could happen towards the end.

To some degree, I think Lelouch would think twice about Zero Requiem considering he discovers that Nunnally is alive + he has something to lose (his romantic relationship with C.C.), and it would probably lead to Lelouch faking his own death instead of going through with it.

Do I think he's that selfish?

To some degree, yes...

(But uh... don't take me seriously, because I'm high on caffeine and I'm riding on anxiety sooooo~)

OH! And if C.C. were present during the betrayal of the BK, she would follow Lelouch for sure -- probably even sacrifice herself again so he could escape with Rolo or something. It's morbid to think about, but she literally just dies and comes back to life anyway (depends on the cause of death too).

[undeaddrabble]

Just some star shenanigans lmao

[tmma1869]

Akihiko Sanada confirmed Glare Master 😆

[whumping-every-day]

I don't blame you! I'm still getting used to Tumblr. ............... *Levels HEAVY glare in your general direction* I have over 40 plot bunnies that live with me. We can and will kidnap any and all characters that are or will be hurt and whisk them away to safety. WHO ARE YOU THINKJNG ABOUT????!?!?!?!?!!?!!

ITS GONNA BE AWFUL AND TEAR-JERKING AND NOT CANON, AND THATS ALL IMMA SAY 

I feel bad in advance, hows that for a prelude 😧😧😧 

[gooogolplex]

What If You Touch A Black Hole?

[kentolove]

“dump your bf if he’s never given you flowers before”

He tries to console himself.

Really, he does.

He tells himself that it’s really not that serious, and all you did was like a tweet saying to dump your boyfriend if he’s never given you flowers before.

Has he ever given you flowers?

He thinks of your one month anniversary, then your six month, then your one year, then your two year anniversary, and how none of them were spent with a beautiful flowery confection in your hands.

He recalls your first date, how it was spent inside a small cafe where you both spilled your hearts to one another. He knows he never bought you any flowers. Yamaguchi proposed the idea, but he quickly shut him off with a, “what kind of bullshit is that? It’s only the first date, that’s too… romantic, I guess.”

Fuck, he should’ve listened to him. Yamaguchi is never wrong. Never.

He’s learned his lesson now.

The next time he sees you (an excruciating ten minutes after he’s seen your liked tweet) he sits you down on his lap.

“What’s this for?” You smile, and it’s that pretty one that nearly makes Tsukishima melt down to the ground.

“I have a question.”

“Okay,” you grab his cheeks into your two palms and squish his face together. He normally hates the action and immediately pushes your hands away, but he doesn’t have time for that now. Not when you’d break up with him for not buying you flowers.

“Would you ever break up with me?”

Your head tilts to the side in genuine confusion. Break up with your Kei?

“Don’t think too much into it.” He flicks your forehead gently. He can already tell your train of thought, and how you tend to overthink every detail of your life, so he slows your brain down.

“Uh, maybe if you cheated on me? But I think I’d kill you before I broke up with you, yeah.”

Okay. Yeah. He’s fine with that answer. He can live with that.

Maybe he can’t.

It’s been nearly a month since he last asked you that question, and it still haunts him to this day.

He thinks that maybe one day you’ll come home and tell him that you’re sick of him, that he doesn’t deserve you, and you’ll pack all your bags and leave.

It stresses him out so much, that he vents. He vents. To Bokuto Kōtarō of all people. (He’s gone mad!)

Bokuto does the most Bokuto thing you’d expect, and gives Tsukishima the most obvious answer.

“Well why don’t you just buy them flowers then?”

“It’s not that easy, dumbass.”

“I think it is… I mean, you’re sad you haven’t bought them flowers, so buy them flowers. Problem fixed.”

He leaves the conversation utterly dissatisfied. Until the next day, at 3AM, Tsukishima Kei has a eureka! moment.

“I’ll just buy them flowers!”

(He jolts out of bed with a force so strong that he wakes you up.

You groan, sleepy and with drool at the corner of your mouth, “what are you yelling for? Go back to bed, Kei.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, to nobody in particular, “I’ll just buy you flowers.)

He leaves the house that morning, at around 9AM with a mission in mind. He’s going to the flower shop.

-

Tsukishima enters the small store with hesitation, staring at all the beautiful plants and flowers with skepticism. Which ones would you like? What if you’re allergic to the one he picks out?

“Hello? How can I help you, sir?” A nice lady with a baby pink apron approaches him. She smiles, and Tsukishima thinks he’s being far too dramatic. It’s just some flowers.

“Uh, I’m looking for flowers that send the message of ‘I love you’ or something like that.”

The lady smiles even brighter.

-

Your boyfriend walks into your home with a bouquet of red roses and baby’s-breath blooms. The arrangement is huge, big enough to cover the entirety of your Kei’s head.

“What’s this?” You ask, when he approaches you and places the roses on your lap.

“They’re for you.”

“Really?” Your eyes are as bright as he’s ever seen them, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

And he can’t believe that he’s deprived himself of this. Of seeing you so happy over something so mundane—so simple—that your eyes shine brighter than all the lights in the night sky.

He loves you. And you love your Kei. (And those red roses, too.)

[seaquestions]

can a cringefail birdgirl and a cringefail catboy really get along? even if they are perfect character foils...?

[une-femme-de-lettres]

Sir... 😳😳😳

Headphones highly recommended!

I'm creami- screaming!! 💦

[byunbqbes]

HQ BOYS WHEN YOU'RE COLD !

♡ suna. teases you and shrugs, "that's what you get for wearing a skirt in 40 degree weather lol" you pout and a minute later, you can feel some weight on your shoulder. you turn around and he's gingerly draping his coat around you, leaning in for a quick peck on your lips to take you aback, before he snickers, "what would you do without me?"

♡ ushijima. takes this dense mf a while to realise that you're cold, but when he does, he immediately makes you wear his thick puffer jacket. he keeps glancing sideways at you, noticing how adorable you look drowning in his extra large jacket. he gives your tiny hand a little squeeze before he admits, sounding stoic, "you look good in my clothes." you're looking up at him, surprised at the way he's avoiding your eyes and blushing, before you're giggling and placing a chaste kiss on his cheeks.

♡ osamu. frowns when he sees you shivering, arms bare, as you walk out of the restaurant. he paces around before rushing out the door and catching up with you. but when he sees your pretty little face, he becomes speechless as he hands you his hoodie, murmuring something about the weather whilst he scratches his head. what he doesn't see is you giggling to yourself, all giddy at the fact that your crush at onigiri miya just gave you his hoodie that smells distinctly like warm chocolate.

♡ oikawa. gets SO smug when he sees the way you curl around him and nuzzle your head into his neck. he smirks, arms wrapping around your waist automatically, before an idea forms in his head. he chuckles, blowing a gust of cold wind towards your face. you look up, offended, as you whine, arms reaching to pull his blanket off of him. oikawa apologises profusely in fits of laughter, before pulling you closer to him and whispering, "i'll keep you warm, princess."

♡ bokuto. the boyfriend who gathers all the scented candles around the house and lights them up while gushing excitedly, "let's build a blanket fort!!" his large, strong arms wrap around you as you lay on his chest in the cozy blanket fort you have built, listening to bokuto talk about his eventful volleyball practices while you two wait out the power outage. you can't help but snuggle closer to him, seeking warmth from this warm furnace of a human. you feel his arms tighten around you, then he's suddenly grinning at you while he ruffles your hair, "awe, is my little birdy cold?"

🍰 reblogs are very appreciated!!

[ribbonbonny]

You gotta wonder if Mr Grizz discussed anything at all w the other two fuzzy mammals left alive right

[sweet-evie]

C.C. fidgeted in her seat as she watched the cityscape whip past her field of vision. The trees and the buildings blurred faster and faster as she willed the cab driver to read her mind and speed past everyone else. And for once, she could care less.

He’d made a promise… He promised her, damn it, and there was no way in hell she would ever let him go back on his word — on the promise he’d made her, no matter how insignificant it seemed in the grand scheme of things.

To him, it was probably just another task to get his parents’ nagging off of his back, but to her—

Pursing her lips, C.C. peered up balefully at the redlight glaring at her — taunting her and her frazzled state.

—To her it meant so much more.

[boba-beom]

ೃ⁀➷ airport crush | choi beomgyu NSFW

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader ( x childhood crush yeonjun at the end)

genre: fluff, smut | non-idol au

warning(s): lower case intended, edited, mature language, swearing, fingering (f!receiving), hickeys (both giving and receiving), a little praise talk from beomgyu, public setting (airport restroom lol), beomgyu’s such a tease, reader lowkey playing hard to get, just horknee gyu and reader, yeonjun gets a little jealous 🤭

summary: while waiting 4 hours for your next flight, you see a cute guy at the airport and decide to kill some time.

note & disclaimer: this was extremely unplanned and I’m going through a beomgyu brainrot ever since he dyed his hair purple— allow it :p perhaps a part 2 on the way as well / this does not represent the artist in any way. it is just fiction, thank you.

wc: 2.8k (for no reason)

taglist: @wccycc @ericyjun @hotboyyeonjun (taglist form here)

“you need to learn how to stare at that guy without drooling.” your brother’s friend calls out to you, snapping you out of your reverie.

the said guy adorned plum-coloured hair and a matching essentials hoodie and shorts set. in your opinion, you disliked when guys wore essentials. you thought they looked too much like ‘hype-beasts’ as they call them these days. you eyes ascends from his white air forces, up his toned legs, admiring the way the black essentials set fit him well, and landed on his pretty eyes. his mask made it a little tricky for you to imagine what he’d look like without it but you could tell he was attractive the moment you laid your eyes on him. heck, the moment he made that brand appealing to you.

“shut up, YJ. and you’re no better gawking at these girls’ asses in their gymshark shorts.” you sigh while rolling your eyes at him.

he scoffs in response, “touché. anyway, go get some snacks, wonder ‘round or something and leave your bags here.” you watch him motion his hand in a shoo manner while you passed him your bags, then starting to walk away from your brother, soobin, who seems to be jet-lagged as hell.

“don’t go ‘round getting your dick wet.” you half-joked, knowing that this guy you grew up with is the biggest fuckboy you’ve ever known; he could get any girl he wanted, and it still baffles you that you used to have the biggest crush on him.

you walk away with your phone in hand and stuck your tongue out at him while he held a sly middle finger up at you. it was your first time travelling abroad with just yeonjun and your brother, and knowing just how over-protective they can be was a pain sometimes. at least this time you were able to wander around the airport without them.

walking past airport souvenir shops was one of your favourite ways to pass time, you knew you weren’t going to buy anything since this was your first stop-over flight. after admiring some keychains representing the country you were in, a familiar shade of purple caught your eye from a distance.

there he was again; tall, lean, handsome and around your age. he’s casually walking around, his hand gripping onto the black bag he’s been carrying around and your mind is going places it shouldn’t, especially about a stranger.

stop staring, you told yourself. but as if he heard, your eyes meet for a few seconds before you turn your body and start walking in the opposite direction. well done.

you’re done for. mentally patting yourself on the back for being an embarrassment in public. you fucked up and you don’t even know this guy, and now he’s going to think you’re a creep for staring longer than an average human being would–

“excuse me?” you halt in your steps, shutting your eyes at the sound of the honey silk voice behind you.

dreading to turn around, you did so regardless of how you were feeling that moment, and met with the same pretty eyes you did earlier with yeonjun. this time, you were able to see his face properly, his hair partially parted in the middle and wondering when he took his mask off.

“yes?” your voice was stern, putting up a front and refusing to get caught off guard by this attractive man standing before you.

“I saw you earlier and was wondering if you’d like to walk around with me?” it was definitely not what you were expecting but you were immediately drawn to his confidence. “sorry, is it weird to ask a stranger to hang out for a while?”

you could see his eyes smiling shyly, it being the only feature on his face that was partially hidden due to his bangs slightly framing his brows.

you bit the inside of your bottom lip, refraining the smile appearing on your face. “yeah, it is kinda weird.” your voice stoic and unbothered. he stretched his arm and scratched the back of his neck, his confidence faltering.

“I’m beomgyu by the way. you can call me gyu, though.” he held his hand out, anticipating yours. you looked down at his hand, noting how his fingers were pretty.

it would be nice to talk to someone else other than your childhood crush and your brother for the next 3 hours. “yn.” you shook his hand briefly before exiting the shop.

1 hour later

your back is pushed up against the mirror in one of the restrooms, the space big enough for two people. beomgyu’s hands were roaming from your neck, your waist and the other only finding purchase under your thigh to wrap your leg around his waist.

“mm gyu, stop for a second.” you were panting from his lips against yours, lips slightly puffy from his occasional nibbles. but you want more.

his hands were planted on either side of your hips, him situated between your legs, his confined erection against your lower abdomen and your hands grasping onto his shoulders for balance. he whines cutely, refusing to listen to you and places slow yet delicate kisses down your neck until he reached your collar bones.

“gyu pleasee~” you imitate his whine, only to receive a low scoff. he rested his forehead against yours while waiting for you tell him the reason that stopped him from continuing his lewd actions. “use your fingers,” you whine again, “please.”

a satisfied smirk crawls up his lips realising just how horny you were, but it was no surprise that it matched his level so perfectly. he couldn’t blame you, it’s not all the time you manage to pass first base with an airport crush.

“you’re bad, huh?” he asked rhetorically, his fingers fumbling with the strings of your sweatpants. “you just want to be fingered at the airport so you could boast about it to your girls, I bet.”

he pulls your sweats and panties from the hem and down to your knees. the cold surface of the countertop meeting your butt. your fingers scrunches up by the collar of his hoodie, pulling him as close as you can.

“impatient too.” he slides two fingers from your core, gathering the slick up to your clit. it was hard to hold back a moan, leaning your head back against the mirror.

“c’mon quit teasing, gyu.” your knuckles turning white from the grip on his expensive-ass hoodie. another moan slips from your lips and the sound sent blood rushing to beomgyu’s dick, and if he wore grey shorts you would see his dick print for sure.

“gotta answer me honestly before you get what you want, sweetcheeks.”

“beomgyu, I swear down. I will walk out this door if you don’t touch me.” you pulled him in, clashing teeth and lips, and hearing him chuckle in between. he loved how needy you were, never had he met someone almost on the same page as himself.

cupping your cheek and lacing his fingers through the hair behind your ear, he pulled back only to see this new shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“why’d you agree to have some stranger touch you like this, hm?” though he somewhat had a valid question, all thoughts of reason for this behaviour flew out the window the moment he laid his hand on your waist.

“beomgyuuu, please–”

“tell me, why?” he couldn’t resist the urge to trace the sweet spots on your neck with more kisses, marked with the light hickeys he left a few minutes prior. yeonjun and soobin were definitely going to kill you if they see them.

you sigh, knowing he’s the type that likes his ego being fed, but you thought fuck it, when are you ever going to see this guy again? “you’re cute. you’re really good looking, actually.”

his fingers repeats the lewd action once more, noticing how much wetter you’ve become in the matter of seconds.

“oh really?” and there it was again, that annoying-ass grin that sent flutters down to your clit. “you think I’m that good looking I made this cute little cunt wet?”

“ugh shut upp–”

his fingers circles your your sensitive nub with the slick between your thighs enough to send you towards your orgasm if he sped up even in the littlest way possible.

“why are you so stubborn to admit it, baby? scared to admit a random airport crush can make you feel better than anyone you know personally?”

you hate that he was right. his fingers were soft but they definitely knew what they were doing. your mind was too hazy to even speak a word, not even out of surprise, just never thinking you’d ever do such a thing.

“fuck- ‘kay, you're better than any guy I’ve been with." he inserts his middle finger into your core. it was slender and you could feel the tip massaging against your gspot already. "you’re really attractive, and I hate this essentials set you’re wearing but– hah– you look really– ah– hot in it.” your fingers bury themselves into his plum locks, long enough to curl your fingers and tug on it slightly. you smiled against his lips when you heard a soft groan from him. he felt the way your you walls fluttered when he inserted a second finger.

“you just want to cum, yeah? I can definitely do that for you.” at this rate you were in no shape to kiss him back. the pressure and the pace he was alternating at rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you was enough to reach your orgasm in the next few seconds.

his teeth nibbles on your bottom lip once more before kissing and nipping at the skin of your jaw, behind your ear and down the column of your neck. a thin layer of sweat was starting to form at your temples, around your chest and you could feel his bangs begin to dampen against your forehead.

the restroom was filled with the vulgar noise of your wet core and his fingers coming in contact with it, along with your moans and high pitched sighs echoing in the enclosed space. “gyu, so close, baby. so, so close.” you adjust your position so you could bury your face into his neck, reciprocating the light bites here and there with your hands clawing at his shoulders.

to your dismay, the pace beomgyu’s fingers were set at didn’t falter. he kept it consistent knowing that any sudden changes could interrupt your orgasm. the orgasm of his airport crush. with his middle and index finger continuously rubbing your numb bundle of nerves in circles, he could feel the change in speed of your breath fanning against his neck. his eyes scrunches due the to pressure in his shorts but that wasn’t his priority right now. if anything, there’s a close chance for him to cum right there and then just from him fingering you.

a mantra of his name and curses were tangled up on your tongue, pushing you closer to your orgasm with your legs shaking on either side of his hips.

“that’s it, you’re doing so good for me. you’re so hot like this, oh my- fuck-” his string of praises stops when your lips finds his sweet spot, sucking on it and followed by light licks on the pink and red splotches decorated on his neck. something else that made his head go haywire was the contact of your hand caressing against the outline of his hard dick. he was thankful you weren’t directly touching him because he had a feeling he would’ve came the second your hand wrapped around his shaft.

beomgyu helped rubbing you through your high. you were panting a lot more than you did from your brief make out before. your essence drips down his fingers, coating his hand and hoping not to soil the cuff of his hoodie. he places his free hand on one thigh, rubbing his thumb across the small surface of your skin to calm you down.

“shit, we really did that.” he laughs against your lips to give you a few pecks.

“no way you’re that good.” you peck him back between each word.

"oh, but I am." he was cocky, but he was hot. he pulls back from you momentarily, lifting his slick-covered fingers into his mouth and releasing them with a ‘pop’. “mm, and you taste good too.”

you push his shoulder and share some giggles between you, still fucked out and waiting for reality to hit you that you let this hot stranger finger fuck you in the public restrooms.

beomgyu went back to kissing your neck slowly, taking in your scent and the touch of your skin against his lips, not wanting this little rendezvous to end. grabbing your phone beside you, your lockscreen was full of numerous missed calls from yeonjun and soobin.

shit shit shit shit.

you check the time and you have just over an hour to make yourself look a little more presentable, find the two older males and the gate for your next flight. a small part of you didn’t want to leave beomgyu so soon, and though it was most likely a one-time thing, you didn’t want it to be.

“hey, I’ve got to go.” you push him away from your neck a little, his lips still try to chase the area of skin he's gone over for the 100th time.

“that was so short-lived.” he groans, tilting his head back to see his prominent adam’s bob up and down.

“yeah I know,” you jump off the counter to clean between your thighs and pull up your panties and sweats. “but at least you made me cum.” you winked at him.

he was cute, and you were sort of surprised by this side of him already. your compliments only sent his ears to turn red and a his failed attempt at keeping in his grin.

“I’ll walk you back to your gate?”

“if that’s okay with you? wait, what’s your gate though?” you make eye contact with him through the mirror waiting for his response.

“gate 5, you?”

“shut up,” you received a confused look from him. “that’s my gate too!" an idea came up and you remember that you have one more stop over flight, and if he's on the same flight as you then that meant you'll both see each other at the next airport. "what about you?" remembering how hard he was, you reach out and gently stroke his semi-hard dick through his shorts, but he shakes his head at you and gives you a smile.

as if catching on what you were thinking, he wraps his hand around your wrist and drags the palm of your hand down the length of his hidden cock. "no no, it's okay. plus, now I know we'll still meet at the next airport, I can wait."

you felt his arms wrap around your waist, leaving one more kiss on your neck, with his lips forming a smile against your skin before adjusting the collar of your tshirt. he attempts to hide the marks he left on you but failed miserably. his neck, on the other hand, could not be hidden with any sort of attempt unless he wore a turtle neck, which he did not. you mentally curse at yourself for leaving marks so high up.

“it’s fine. I’m not the one travelling with two other people, so don’t worry about it.” you blush from his statement. but also think about how yeonjun would call you a hypocrite, though technically, you didn’t exactly fuck beomgyu.

you and beomgyu walk back to the area where you left yeonjun and soobin almost 2 hours ago. you lean over to grab ahold of your small suitcase, which was laid flat on the floor, and hear yeonjun scoff behind the both of you.

he saw the light marks peeking out from under your shirt and can’t help but feel weird from the sight. he knows he shouldn't feel this way about his best friend's younger sister, yet he made a mental note that you look good marked up. yeonjun's mind couldn't help but wonder what your moans sound like, or even how good you'd feel around his tongue, fingers or his now-growing cock.

“and you were the one that told me not to get my dick wet. you better hide that from soobin or else he’d kill me for letting you wander around for too long," yeonjun eyes beomgyu, "especially with a stranger." he huffs, breaking his curious daydream about you, he observes the way the other guy was standing close to you. yeonjun's still a little taller than the purple-haired male, which managed to boost his ego in the smallest way possible because he was always that competitive.

“don’t worry, YJ, I didn’t wet his dick yet, if you’re that concerned.” you hear beomgyu chortle from your response, not knowing just how jealous yeonjun was growing.

“whatever. that’s on you if you get in trouble.”

“okay, okay!” you nudge his arm, letting him know you were just teasing him back. “what do I need to do for you to keep this a secret? I’ll do anything.”

yeonjun’s ears lit up from your offer. “anything?”

“anything!” you look up at him, watching the gradual smirk climb on his face.

“just wait and see when we get on the plane.” he smirks, turning away.

© boba-beom ; do not repost, copy, alter or translate in any way.

[lady-harrowhark]

when i first read the broadcast scene and realized it was ianthe on the screen, i was absolutely freaking out when she was described as having brown hair. i was already like ten miles down the road thinking about how dyeing her hair seemed so out of character for her and i was scrambling to come up with anything to point to why she would have done that and -

oh, she’s just wearing her dead cavalier’s body like a snuggie, phew. okay, yeah that sounds more like her. thought she was doing something weird there for a second.

[setaflow]

Me reading every piece of info I can get my grubby little hands on about the Try Guys cheating scandal