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Stray Kids Reaction || He Forgets Your Birthday

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CHAN:

When you woke up that morning to an abundant amount of messages from everyone but Chan you were slightly disappointed about it. You'd expected Chan to have remembered your birthday but it turned out it had gone to the back of his mind and you didn't know if you should be angry about it or not. It was fast approaching time for Chan to submit another comeback idea so he'd been working harder than usual lately but so had the other guys and they had all remembered to wish you a happy birthday.

"Thanks, Lix," You giggled looking at the small box of cupcakes that were on the table in front of you, your eyes watering a little as you saw the icing on each cake spelt your name out.

"I didn't know if Chan-Hyung had arranged anything for you, so I wanted to do something small." He smiled at you and you let a single tear run down your cheek, slowly looking at Felix who was frowning.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No....N-No, he just...He forgot." You admitted and shook your head, quickly wiping the tears off your face and trying to move past it. It seemed silly to be crying over it in front of Felix when he knew just how busy Chan was with everything.

"He forgot? How? He has it written down everywhere...There's no way, maybe he's just trying to surprise you," You shook your head at him and nodded over at the door where Chan was sleeping, he'd come straight home and collapsed into bed which you didn't blame him for he must have been exhausted but it hurt. Before you could even begin to process what was happening Felix was making his way over to the door and slamming it open, Chan flinched as he turned around to face the door.

Unlike you'd thought Chan had been in the bedroom, hunched over his laptop and working.

"Are you kidding me?!" Felix cried out when he saw the older boy sitting there,

"It's your girlfriend's birthday and you're in here pretending as though she doesn't exist?"

"Lix, it's fine. He's clearly busy," You tried to pull Felix away but it was like trying to get a bone from a dog - damn near impossible.

"It's not her birthday until next week."

"It's today." Felix combated him shaking his head, normally Chan was on top of everything but it was obvious the idea of submitting a comeback was getting to him a little.

"No. It's next week because I have it written down, right...Yn?" He slowly turned to look at you and as much as you wanted to tell him it was next week, it wasn't.

"It's today," The air seemed to grow thicker as Chan came to the sudden realisation that he'd missed your birthday and his stomach dropped.

"No...N-No, because I booked us a table at your favourite restaurant and I even hired a small boat to take us on the river for a while," He shook his head going into his computer calendar and his face dropped as he realised.

"Yn...I-I'm sorry," You could tell he was sincere about it but you were still hurt inside about it, everyone else had managed to remember but not him.

"It's fine," A blatant lie and anyone with a working pair of eyes could see that so Chan rushed over and wrapped his arms around your midsection.

"I promise I'm going to make this up to you," He whispered in your ear, trying to think of anything he could do to make up for fucking up this much.

MINHO:

It was obvious to the boys what had happened and now they were staring at you and feeling guilty even though they had nothing to feel that way for. It wasn't them who had forgotten about you on your birthday, it was Minho who was still completely oblivious to it.

"Aren't your forgetting something?" Chan asked as Minho walked into the dorm's living room and made his way past you, his eyes scanning over each of the boys before his eyes landed on you but you refused to look at him. Not only had he forgotten it was your birthday but he was ignorant about it as well.

"Happy Birthday Yn!" Changbin yelled out finally having enough of Minho not saying anything and you looked down at your hands. It suddenly felt awkward to be sitting here when all of the boys had remembered but your own boyfriend had failed to.

"I'm going to head home for the night-" You tried to get out but Jeongin shook his head at you, he was very much looking forward to spending the night with you.

"I thought we were going to watch cringey movies and gossip," Jeongin whined as you stood up, reaching for your bag.

"I'm not really in the mood right now, I'm sorry." You smiled weakly and Minho stared at you, his stomach dropping when he noticed the boys watching him waiting to see what he was doing to do.

"Yn-"

"Don't...Minho...Just don't. Everyone here remembered my birthday except for you, do you know how that makes me feel?" The boys slowly made their way out of the room leaving the two of you to discuss this privately.

"I didn't mean to forget."

"Just like you didn't mean to forget our anniversary? Do you even care for me? Even a little?" The words tore through him and he wanted to cry at the thought of you thinking he didn't love you,

"I adore you Yn, you know that." He reached out to touch your arm but you stepped away from him and shook your head. As badly as you wanted to believe him, the part of you that was hurting wasn't going to let this go so easily.

"I don't...You're always off doing whatever, forgetting things that are supposed to be important and I'm left to wonder if you even love me."

[X]

The next morning Minho had gone straight to your apartment and covered the living room with bouquets of your favourite flowers, as well as getting some decorations he found.

"What's this?" You frowned coming down into the room and frowning when you saw him sitting in front of you,

"Happy Birthday," He smiled weakly at you, holding up a present as you bit down on your lip.

"I wanted to try again, so we're pretending today is the day and that I didn't almost fuck up the best thing that has happened to me," He brought you closer to him and you smiled weakly, kissing his cheek softly.

CHANGBIN:

"Are you sure he knew about it?" Felix questioned as you finished packing up the final box of decorations that had lined the room the boys had rented for the night. He was directing his line of questioning at Jeongin who had planned the whole night tonight,

"How would he forget? It's her birthday." Jeongin whispered looking over at you, the boys had planned a surprise party for you, not your boyfriend but your boyfriend's friends and you were starting to feel sick at the thought of Changin not being here.

"Maybe he got lost on the way to the venue," Felix suggested once he realised that you could hear everything that they were saying,

"Or he forgot," You mumbled, shaking your head to yourself, it wasn't the first time Changbin had forgotten something important and you knew it wasn't going to be the last either but that didn't mean it hurt any less. The door to the room suddenly slammed against the wall and a sweaty-looking Changbin was standing there, drenched in a thick layer of sweat and panting heavily.

"I got here as quickly as possible," He looked around the room and then over at you but you refused to even look in his direction, wishing the boys goodbye before making your way out of the venue with Changbin hot on your trail.

"Yn, I- I don't even know how to begin to say-"

"Don't say sorry because we both know you won't mean it." You shut the boot of your car and stared at him, your arms folded over your chest as you stared him down.

"How can you say that? Of course, I'm sorry." He whispered, his eyes softening as he looked at you. There were tears running down your cheeks but you tried not to draw attention to them.

"Then how are you always forgetting things? If it's not my birthday it's our anniversary...or the times you forgot we had dates." He scoffed at you and shook his head, there was only one time that had happened.

"That's happened once!"

"Four times." You scoffed, getting into the car but he held onto the door preventing you from shutting it on him.

"Let me make it up to you?"

"I would, but I don't know how you can do that. It fucking hurts Binnnie," Your voice cracked as you let the tears stream down your face, the door was pulled wide open and you were suddenly pulled free from the car and into Changbins arms.

"I will find a way, please...J-Just don't go home alone, let me come with you." He begged as he rubbed your back softly, your arms tightening around him as you nodded your head at him.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin smiled at you as you sat beside him in bed, you watched him closely as his smile slowly turned into a frown,

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He chuckled softly as he slowly got out of bed,

"I'm just waiting for something." A couple seconds of silence went by before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling at you before heading into the bathroom without so much as a "Happy birthday."

"Baby? Are you forgetting something?" You called from outside of the en-suite door, waiting for him to remember but the door opened.

"You're right! How could forget!" You smiled brightly, finally happy he seemed to have remembered so quickly but he walked past you, took the towel and headed back into the bathroom again souring your mood within a couple of seconds.

[X]

The rest of the day you'd spent completely alone, deciding that if Hyunjin hadn't remembered then you were going to spend the entire day alone doing everything you loved.

"Where have you been? I've been texting and calling you for hours." He said as soon as you walked through the door,

"I spent my birthday doing everything I wanted to do since someone forgot." You stared at him and watched as the clogs in his head began to turn over and he realised how badly he'd fucked up that morning.

"Yn-"

"Don't." You warned him, shaking your head as you made your way through the house, taking your bags up to your bedroom as he followed behind you.

"I spaced! I'm used to working on your birthday, I just-"

"You forgot. No biggy," You lied, even though it was a huge biggy, you could see just how much it was stressing him out and while you had been mad that morning there was no use making it worse now when he was clearly having a hard time with it.

"Big, Big, Biggy," He shook his head at you, holding you from behind.

"Let me order your favourite food, and tomorrow we will do everything you could ever want." He held you tighter as you nodded at him, smiling a little as you relaxed in his arms.

JISUNG:

You walked into the studio with a picnic basket and some bottles of water, sitting on the sofa as you watched Jisung through the small glass window inside of the room. As soon as he saw you he smiled and walked through the door,

"What's all this?" He nodded to the picnic that you were laying out in front of him and you smiled a little. You knew when you'd woken up that morning that he'd forgotten your birthday but you knew Jisung well, he was a cute hamster that forgot his own lyrics and there was no way you could be mad at him for forgetting your birthday. As much as it had upset you, you'd decide to get on the better side of it and come out smiling. There was no need for a huge fight when it was clearly something that could be remedied by you talking like adults or you acting mature about it. It wasn't as though he forgot every year, in fact normally he was on top of everyone's birthdays, always the first one to message so clearly it had been a mistake this morning, one you could easily forgive him for.

"Birthday picnic, I knew you'd forgotten but I wanted to come and spend lunch with you," You smiled as you pulled out the hotter food, Jisung's bottom lip trembling a little as he scratched the back of his neck

"I didn't...I-I didn't forget...I-I was just-" He tried to come up with something - anything - he could say to try and make you believe him but he couldn't and guilt began to swim over his body. With the stress of the job weighing on him, it must have slipped his mind and he felt awful for it,

"Relax baby, it's fine. Honestly, please just eat with me?" He nodded sitting beside you as you took out more than enough food for the two of you, both of you beginning to dig in while Jisung apologised to you for forgetting.

FELIX:

It had been a week of silent treatment for Felix and he was beginning to lose his mind a little. Usually, the two of you would get into a fight, you'd give him the silent treatment for a couple of hours and everything would be fine again but clearly, this wasn't a normal fight the two of you had. Not that there was a fight, Felix just remembered you no longer speaking to him,

"You're really not even going to look at me when we're in the same room?" He questioned as you stared down at your phone, scrolling through a random news article you had no interest in.

"What did I even do?" He stared at you, completely oblivious to everything he had done last week. It had been your birthday and you happened to share it with a few of Felix's friends while he had spent the day wishing them birthday messages and calling them to let them know he was thinking of them he hadn't even so much as wished the same to you.

"It's what you didn't do." You mumbled, locking your phone and placing it face down on the table in front of you. All of the other boys had remembered, you'd even gotten a couple of gifts from them each but Felix was blind to it all.

"What is it I didn't do?" He whined a little, he was sick and tired of beating around the bush and to be frank, so were you. It was annoying having to tiptoe around the subject.

"My birthday was last Friday." You stared at your boyfriend and watched as the realisation hit him, his mouth beginning to form an "O" shape,

"So while you were wishing everyone else a happy birthday I was alone...the whole day with not so much as a text from you." You sniffled a little, it was still fresh in your heart and you hated how much it burnt to not hear from him that day,

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I thought my own boyfriend would remember something so simple." You began to cry into your hands and instantly he was sitting beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he bought you to rest against his chest.

"I'm so sorry Yn, I'm so fucking sorry."

"Do you know how much it hurt to see you wishing everyone else a happy birthday but me?" You sniffled as he continued to hold onto you,

"I'll make it up to you," He promised but you didn't say anything, you just cried into his chest softly as he held onto you.

SEUNGMIN:

All day long Seungmin felt as though he'd been forgetting something and it had bugged him too much, even when he walked into the house something still didn't feel right.

"Do you ever feel like you forgot something important but you can't put your finger on what it is-" Seungmin stopped as he walked into the living room to see you sitting with the boys and surrounded by some presents and cards.

"I see I forgot something very important." He whispered as you stared down at the card in your hand, thanking the boys for coming to see you when they did.

When they eventually left Seungmin was following you around the house while you cleaned up, apologising over and over again but you refused to even acknowledge that he was talking to you.

"It was an easy mistake." He told you as you shook your head, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom. Right now you didn't even want to look at Seungmin nevermind share a bed with him for the night,

"An easy mistake is when you forget to pay a bill, or when...O-Or when you forget to pick someone up but not forgetting your girlfriend or four years birthday." You shook your head at him about to shut the door when he placed his hand on it, preventing you from doing so.

"It's the first time in four years I forgot, that has to make up for something." He whimpered a little and you shook your head, softly shutting the door and going to get ready for bed.

[X]

The next day when you eventually decided you could no longer avoid Seungmin he was all over you, pampering you with kisses and extra attention, he'd even managed to get the day off so he could at least attempt to make up for yesterday.

"I made breakfast, and I got some of your favourite movies ready," You stared at him as he pointed over at the living room, everything was done to look cosy and you hated how much you wanted to give into him for all of this.

"I don't have presents until tomorrow-"

"It's not about presents Seungmin...It's about you remembering it," He nodded his head, pressing a small and gentle kiss to your cheek,

"I will, I promise." You hummed a little at him as he lead you into the living room, making you sitdown on the sofa before he bought everything into you.

JEONGIN:

As soon as the front door shut Jeongin could sense that he was in some kind of trouble and he instantly wanted to get back into the car and drive to the dorms.

"Babe?" He called out to the dimly lit house, slowly beginning to make his way up to the bedroom where he figured that you would be waiting for him but when he got there he frowned. Small sniffles were coming from inside of the room and you sounded as though you were whispering to someone else. Jeongin's hand stilled on the door handle as he listened to you,

"I just can't believe he forgot," You sniffled louder this time and you shook your head, you knew it probably seemed like a stupid thing to cry over but you hated Jeongin for forgetting your birthday.

"He embarrassed me in front of everyone Lixie. Mum was looking forward to showing him off to everyone and he just never showed up...N-Not even a text to let me know he was busy." You began to cry into the pillow and Jeongin's stomach dropped as he listened to you talking about him.

"My birthday, how could he just forget? Am I that forgettable?" You questioned angrily, sitting up in the bed as you thought about it more and more. That was when you noticed Jeongin's shadow under the door and you sighed wishing goodbye to Felix before waiting for Jeongin to walk into the room. As soon as he did there was a sheepish look on his face and he whimpered a little, you looked like you'd been crying for hours. There were tear stains down your cheeks, your eyes were swollen pretty badly and not to mention they were also bloodshot.

"Baby-"

"You forgot...You actually forgot," You bit out a little angrier than you'd intended but you couldn't believe he'd just managed to forget your birthday. It wasn't as though they had any promotions going on at the moment either, come to think of it he was supposed to be on holiday so you had no idea what had been so important he was able to forget you all day.

"Words and actions will never make up for what I did. I know, I fucked up and I intend to make it up to you for the rest of my life." He whined as he got into the bed beside you, slowly wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into a tight embrace your heart fluttering as you relaxed in his touch. You hated your heart for giving in to him so easily after what had happened today,

"How did you forget?" You probably didn't want to know the answer but you knew the question was only going to gnaw at you until you got an answer from him anyway,

"I don't have an excuse, I just blanked. I went to see my brother and we went for food, I just completely blanked on it, baby," You nodded at him, you were glad he was being honest with you about it rather than lying but it still didn't make you feel any better about being ditched all day.

"Tomorrow, we're spending every second together. You'll get breakfast in bed...I'll treat you like a queen." He promised as he began to kiss your cheek and slowly down to your shoulder, pampering you with kisses up and down your neck and shoulder.

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lucy90712 · 8 days

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By your side- Jude Bellingham

I thought I had my life together I was engaged, planning a wedding and had just found out I was pregnant everything seemed so perfect. I don't know how it all went wrong so quickly I just came home from work to be greeted with a note from my fiancé saying he was leaving me because he had been cheating and felt he was more in love with the other woman. He was so kind to let me have the house that I bought and only took his things from it although he did leave the place in a mess doing so. To start with I didn't feel anything as I was so in shock but once it sunk in I haven't stopped crying. Luckily finances aren't a worry for me as I make a good amount of money so I can continue to pay all the bills and can afford everything for the baby but having no support has been hard especially because no one knows I'm pregnant as I'm still quite early on.

All of this happened Friday so I haven't been back into work yet and I know I should probably take some time off to figure things out and give myself time to work through my feelings but I need the distraction I can't wallow in self pity anymore. Luckily today I just have a lot of paperwork to do so I'll be in my office just getting on with things not talking to the players who would definitely ask questions as to why I'm not wearing my ring. Something I didn't account for out of pure stupidity is all my co workers as soon as I arrived they asked about my weekend just to be nice but just being reminded of everything that happened hurt. One then asked where my ring was as I never take it off and I had to just lie and say I took it off for something and forgot to put it back on all while trying to hold back tears.

When I was finally in the confines off my office I couldn't hold back the tears anymore my whole world has been turned upside down and here I am trying to act like everything is normal which is so much harder than I thought. Even my office still portrays my perfect life my pc background is of me and my ex fiancé and I have so many pictures of us throughout my office. In my desk draw I even have an ultrasound picture from my first ultrasound which made me think about the fact that my baby has to grow up without a dad which I was so against for my own kids as I know the struggle.

As I was sobbing I thought I heard a knock at my office door but no one said anything so I just kept crying until I felt a hand on my shoulder which scared the living daylights out of me. Part of me wanted to punch whoever or whatever was behind me but instead I just jumped back and turned around at the speed of light. My soul came back into my body when I realised that it was just Jude although I still kind of wanted to punch him for scaring me so badly. That's when it hit me that Jude had just seen me crying my eyes out and I have to explain why I was so upset which only made me cry again thinking about it. Jude knelt down in front of me and tried to wipe my tears as they fell but he couldn't keep up so instead he tried comforting me to stop the tears altogether.

It took a while but eventually I had no more tears left to cry and I was forced to try and regulate my breathing again. As I tried calming myself down my morning sickness kicked in at full force and my options were throw up all over Jude or try and make to to the bathroom so I picked the second option and ran towards the bathroom. I made it just in time and apparently so did Jude as I felt him gather my hair and hold it back while rubbing my back. He must think I'm insane as I've just cried in front of him for 20 minutes now I'm throwing up but his opinion of me is the least of my worries right now.

"Are you ok?" Jude asked once I had stopped throwing up

"Yeah I'm fine" I lied

"Whats wrong and before you tell me there's nothing wrong I know there is no one cries that much for no reason" Jude said

"I'm just going through a hard time" I said

"Look you don't have to tell me but it might help to get things off your chest plus I promise I won't tell anyone" he said

"Ok but be prepared it's a lot" I said

"Friday night when I got home my fiancé left me a note saying he was leaving me for another woman that he'd been cheating on my with for nearly a year and to top it all off I'm 10 weeks pregnant with our baby" I explained

"Oh wow that is a lot" he commented

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything I'm sorry" I said suddenly feeling insecure

"No no I don't mean it like that I just wasn't expecting you to be holding onto so much I don't know how you are even here right now I'd be wallowing in bed" Jude said which made me smile

"Look I know we aren't extremely close but you confided in me and as long as you'll let me I want to be there to support you with anything you need and I mean anything if you need a shoulder to cry on I'll be there and if you want someone to beat up your ex I'm on it" he said completely seriously

"Thank you your support would mean a lot just don't tell anyone at least not right now" I said

"You got it I won't utter a word to anyone else until you are ready" he said miming zipping his mouth

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3 months later

The last few months have been difficult but Jude has made my life so much easier. Every day after training he comes to my office usually with a snack of some form and just sits and talks with me as I work. He also gave me his number so anytime I need to talk I can call him or text him and he'll be right over no matter the time. He's been more caring and supportive in the last few months than my ex ever was throughout our whole relationship. I've come to realise that maybe this situation isn't all bad as if none of this had happened I'd still be with my ex settling for what I know now was a shitty relationship at best. He never cared for me he was just there and did what was necessary to stop me leaving but Jude has taught me that I deserve better as even though we are just friends I've enjoyed his company way more than my ex's.

Not only has Jude been there for me emotionally he has been physically present when I need him. He has come to some baby appointments with me he is too busy to make them all but he tries to be there as often as he can. The first time he came he didn't come in with me he just waited outside for me but the second time I let him come in and since then if he can make it he always comes in with me. It has been nice having someone else with me to keep me calm as they check that the baby is developing as they should be and having someone else there when I found out the gender was nice too. I think Jude was more excited than I was to find out I was having a girl I went sure if I wanted to find out but Jude convinced me as he wanted to plan an on theme baby shower for me so that I had some good memories of this pregnancy.

Today is the day of the baby shower and I haven't had to lift a finger Jude and some of the other boys have planned it all and are setting up. The party isn't even being hosted at my place Jude said he'd set everything up at his and he promised to pick me up so I'm literally doing nothing other than turning up. My morning was so relaxing I was able to spend as much time as I wanted getting ready doing my hair and makeup all nice and putting on my dress which I got when out with some friends as they insisted that I looked too good not to buy it. For the first time in a while I actually felt really good, pregnancy has been really hard on my self confidence but I must admit that I look good all done up.

Jude arrived right on time to pick me up and he even brought me a cupcake in case I was hungry which at this point in my pregnancy I pretty much always am. When we arrived Jude made me close my eyes and led me all the way through his house back outside to the garden where I opened my eyes to see everyone already there and everything decorated perfectly. I nearly cried seeing everyone there for me I've felt so alone and like no one cares about me at times but knowing that they all took time out of their days to come here means so much to me. I made my way round and talked to everyone thanking them all for coming before Jude dragged me away and got me to sit next to a table which was stacked with gifts. Everyone had gotten me such lovely things and some essentials some of which I hadn't even thought about myself yet. Once I had opened everything from everyone Jude invited it was time to open the things he had gotten for me. He went completely overboard getting all sorts of really expensive items such as cribs, car seat, stroller he thought of it all.

"Thank you so much Jude you don't need to get me all this in fact you shouldn't have it's all so expensive" I said

"I wanted to you've had a hard time and you deserve nice things for the baby which I knew you wouldn't get for yourself" he said

"Well thank you I don't know what else I can say or do to show you how much I appreciate all this" I said

"You don't need to do or say anything I can tell by the tears in your eyes that you appreciate it and knowing you are happy is all I need" he said

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4 months later

So many people have told me to stop working and start my maternity leave but I just hit 38 weeks so I have a bit more time left and I don't want to waste my time off if the baby could not arrive for up to 3 weeks. I need as much maternity leave available for after the baby is here as possible as I'm the only one who will be looking after her and I can't bring myself to put her in daycare until she's closer to one which is when I'd come back to work. Working while this pregnant is difficult as I can't move as quickly as I used to and I have to pee what feels like every few minutes but I push through and get everything done with a bit of help from coworkers and Jude when he's around.

This morning I woke up with pain in my lower back which isn't completely unusual but for some reason it felt different to the back pain I normally have. Despite the pain I got myself ready for work and drove to the training centre as that's where my office is. I made it to my office and started turned on my pc and started gathering the things I need for the day when I felt liquid tricking down my leg then it happened a big gush of what looked like water hit the floor. It felt like time stopped for a few minutes as I just stood there looking at the floor panicking slightly because as much as I tried to prepare for this moment now it's actually happening it's quite scary. Past me was prepared for this situation though as she brought spare clothes to the office a few weeks ago and I put my hospital bag in the car just incase.

After a few minutes of panicking my rational brain kicked in and I got myself changed and found my phone so I could start timing my contractions. I waddled my way from my office down to the physios area of the training centre as I knew Jude would be there as he picked up an injury a few weeks ago so he's still getting treatment. My idea was to just deal with the contractions on my own for a while until I felt like I needed to go to the hospital but they were slightly more painful than I expected and I just didn't want to be alone. Jude had told me if I needed him he'd make himself available so I’m definitely going to take him up on that at least for a little while.

He was exactly where I expected him to be but he definitely wasn't expecting to see me because as soon as he spotted me he told the physio to stop what he was doing and leapt off the bed towards me. There was a moment where he was clearly processing what must be going on as I never come and find him during the day and definitely not wearing comfy clothes like I am right now. It took him a second but it eventually he worked out why I was there and he looked just as panicked as I felt.

"Oh my god are you ok do we need to go to the hospital?" He asked

"First off I'm as good as I can be and two we can't go yet my waters have just broken I just didn't want to be alone" I said

"Ok let me talk to Carlo and then we can go back to your office until it's time" he said

"Wait do you need anything?" He asked before running off

"Just some water please I didn't get chance to fill up my bottle" I said

"Got it go back to your office and I'll be there before you know it" he said

He wasn't wrong he got there just after I did although he did have the advantage of being able to run and not having to stop for contractions. As soon as he arrived he took over the timing of my contractions and let me squeeze his hand when I needed to although I didn't want to hurt him so I didn't squeeze too hard. Things started progressing a lot quicker than I expected and my contractions really started to hurt as they got closer and closer together which made it harder to stop myself from making too much noise like I had been.

"Thats 5 minutes apart now" Jude said

"It fucking feels like it" I groaned

"Do you have everything in your car?" Jude asked

"Yeah my hospital bag and car seat are all in there" I replied

"How about I drive your car to the hospital then so you can have everything you need" he suggested

"That sounds like a good idea but when we get there please don't leave I don't think I can do this on my own" I said

"I won't leave you don't worry as long as you want me there I'll be there but if you want me gone at any point just tell me it's all up to you but first let's get to the hospital" he said

From the second we arrived at the hospital things went by so quickly I'm not sure that I remember everything that happened. What I do know is that I was already 6cm dilated when we arrived and things only progressed from there. I did a lot of walking around trying to let gravity do some of the work but when a contraction hit I couldn't keep going I had to grab onto whatever was nearest which sometimes was the bed and other times was Jude as he followed me around.

When it got to the point that I was nearly ready to start pushing I considered whether I wanted Jude to stay because I really value the bond we've built over the last few months and I don't know if I want to ruin that by making him watch me give birth. My feelings for him go past that of just friends but of course he doesn't feel the same way as why would he want someone who's just about to birth another man's baby. Maybe having him stay would mean he doesn't want to see me again which would help me get over my feelings but then again I don't know if a harsh break in our friendship is what I need right now. In the end my fear of doing this alone won so I asked Jude if he was comfortable staying and to my surprise he said yes and promised he wouldn't look while laughing which definitely lifted the tense atmosphere in the room.

All the doctors and nurses filed into the room and put my bed in the right position and put my legs in the foot holds on the bottom of the bed. Jude was stood right by my side as the nurses instructed me on how to breathe and when to push. It was definitely painful but the nurses and Jude kept encouraging me which kept me going even when I wanted to give up. All it took was a few minutes until I heard the most amazing sound of my daughter crying for the first time. There was no energy left in me to use to stop the tears so I just let myself cry and the tears only intensified when my baby girl was placed on my chest for the first time. She was just so perfect I don't think I've ever felt more love for anyone or anything in my life. Jude tried wiping the tears from my face but they were only replaced by more in just a few seconds.

The nurses had to take my baby girl to do all of the necessary tests to make sure she is healthy which pained me as I just wanted to hold her but I know it's important. It was only then that I realised that I was still holding Jude's hand so I went to let go but he just held my hand tighter. I looked into his eyes and he too had tears in his eyes which made me even more emotional. His free hand pushed my hair back as it had become a mess over the many hours of labour I had been through. As he moved my hair out the way he leant down and completely unexpectedly his lips met mine in what was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. It was unexpected but I kissed him back pretty much straight away but he pulled away after a few more seconds.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that I crossed a line I'm sorry" he said

"Don't be sorry I enjoyed it I've had feelings for you for a while I just didn't think you'd want me" I said

"How could I not want the most beautiful girl in the world" he smiled

"I hope you know I come with my mini me now" I laughed

"I wouldn't have it any other way" he said

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham #football imagine

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cerine0357 · 8 months

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How Azuki Shimizu, Dejiyo Shimizu, Liuxian Shimizu, Xinya Shimizu react to their romantic partner the reader who tries so hard to please people and be perfect in everything he does and can't handle the pressure and ends up breaking down in front of them.

OC: Shimizu Family:-

. Azuki, Dejiyo, Liuxian, Xinya Shimizu X Fem!Reader

▱ Summary: Maybe being a people pleaser is something a few of Shimizu kids have done, so how should they help when you're the people pleaser for once?

▱ Angst to Fluff|| Established relationship|| Warnings: mentions of murder, cursing|| Headcanons || Normal versions of OC

▱ Author's note: This was a bit hard to write, but I coped and I think it came out a bit shabby, but fine! And yes, Xinya's scenario was inspired by dangerously yours~

OC X Reader:

People pleaser S/O has a break down

Azuki Shimizu

Azuki finally breathed a sigh of relief as he entered his room, but hearing your cries wasn't something he hoped to hear today... Immediately he threw his bag, shoes and anything else he had in hand, before running over up the stairs of his loft bed and up above, he obviously sees a figure completely engulfed in his soft and amazing mattress, crying and sobbing...

Azuki only sighed, not wanting to make you upset more, he crawled on the open side up until he reached the end, he slowly and gently lifted his covers and got inside it, immediately the warm atmosphere of under the blanket started making him sweat, but he didn't care right now...he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist as you turned over to bury your crying self in his shirt...

You both stayed under the warm blankets you burying your face in his shirt which was now sticking to his chest and was sticky from your tears and maybe a bit of snot (not that he cares, cause you're crying here) as only he does is rub your back shushing you and humming a beat for you to calm down..

Finally calming down, you're still hiccuping from the huge amount of tears you cried, all Azuki did was take off his shirt which definitely left him shirtless as you felt your cheeks warm up a bit. Azuki picked up a part of his shirt and used it to wipe your tears and then your face and then lastly your nose before throwing it off the bed without looking to a laundry bag as he hugged you tightly to his body, the warmth increasing as you hugged jut as tightly.You looked up at him, his face flushed with a sot smile and sweaty body did make it a bit tempting for you to kiss him and who were you to deny your heart and brain's order, you pulled him by his nape as your lips kissed his.

As you both pulled away, he asked, "Now what happened to my treasure for her to be crying so much?" and all you did was giggle awkwardly before explaining how you both were supposed to go on a date, but your friend asked you to complete her part of the project as well, she said she will pay you back but it never happened... And you tried reasoning with her saying how you always did for her and now you can't do this for her because you have a date with your boyfriend and what she did? Say you were a horrible friend for not doing this for her...and blocked you on every platform...

Azuki only sighed before pulling you closer to him, kissing you and whispered against your lips, "I'm so sorry my treasure~" Azuki whispered before pulling away, you were about to say it's fine when you felt Azuki slapping the back of your head before angrily saying,

"How many times do I have to say it?! If she does not understand that YOU don't want to do HER part of the project, there is nothing wrong for her, let her not get any grade and state it to the fucking teacher how she's never doing her projects, I can tell my dad to help you!"

Azuki said with a pout as he kissed you again apologizing for hitting you, but you can't lie you deserved it, why were you crying when you don't want to do someone else's part of the project...

"Now lets get out, cause I'm boiling alive under this blanket here without a fan.." Azuki said before removing the blanket of you and him, letting the lights show how sweaty you both were under the blankets...you both giggled at each other's red faces as you agreed with his words...

Dejiyo Shimizu

Maybe it was you crying in the bathroom that ticked Dejiyo off or rubbed her the wrong way, because she pissed of Dejino who answered rudely to everyone else and now everyone in the house is mad... Dejiyo angrily left the house, her short blonde hair under her hoodie luckily Dejino calmed down quickly when he entered her room and found you crying in the bathroom, he helped you get up, cleaned you up before leading you to the bed as he lat you lay your head on his lap as he spread your hair as he listened to your problems...

Dejino was carding his fingers through you hair as you uncontrollably cried in his lap, he at times sat you up and wiped your face and nose with a napkin before letting you lay on his lap again.... As he's runs his fingers through your hair again you finally start to calm down a bit, when suddenly Dejiyo bursts through the door with a shit ton of stuff in a huge shopping bag

Dejino helps you sit up as Dejiyo spills all the content of the bag out to show case your favourite snacks, drinks, sweets, books, manga, clothing, movies, new phones, laptops and all anything else you'd need to feel happy as Dejiyo jumps on the bed and hugs you tightly, "I don't want you to to be upset because of that stupid dumbass bitch!" Dejiyo says as Dejino nods his head as there is another knock on the door, when Dejiyo opens the door, Reo and Kaiyo along with all the others are standing outside all with gifts and things for you, you are only sitting there frozen with wide eyes, "NO! WHAT IS ALL THIS?!" You ask confused before Izumi comes and says with a smile,

"We don't like it when anyone in our family is sad or upset!" Izumi says as Xinya smiles and nods before saying, "You're a part of our family, we know how much you try to please people including us..."

before Kaiyo sits beside you and put a hand on your shoulder before saying, "This used to happen to me too, I was a people pleaser and people took advantage of that....I know what you're going through, so...maybe it's better if you let this go, cause people will love you and comfort you not hurt you in the way they did...Also what type of mother would I be if I let my future child not get some type of revenge?" Kaiyo said as she joked and produced a flower crown with her hands before settling it on your head as she used some wind to lift all the content Dejiyo brought you before settling it down in colour coded and everything!

"Also a bitch like that doesn't deserve kindness like yours!" Ayako says as she grins before sitting down next to you as Dejiyo and Dejino hugs Kaiyo tightly, as Reo takes out a napkin and wipes your face gently before smiling, as he teleported them all to the huge sleepover room, with a huge screen, speakers, huge space for sleeping relaxing...Maybe they were right, they don't deserve your kindness and you should focus on those who really appreciate you for it...

And all while you said they didn't need to spend money, all Luixian did was tie your mouth shut lovingly and let him and his family members shower you with their gifts...all while, you smelled something bad bu you ignored it,you don't have to know the little splatter of blood they did...

Liuxian Shimizu

Liuxian knew you were hiding something and you knew he knew it so why weren't you sharing it with him....Like you know you can trust him, but you're not only not sharing what's hurting you but also distancing yourself from him and to your boyfriend, that's unacceptable...

And so what else other than sneaking in through your phone can he do?? so while you were getting ready to go out for a meeting, which made you super uncomfortable as he could see from your face, he touched the screen and transferred into your phone and to your Instagram and watched reels waiting for you to go and soon he did feel the ground being picked up and being stuffed in a packet as the screen was covered in food crumbs...

He stayed in the phone seeing reels to distract himself until he felt the phone being lifted out and set on a glass table, he was able to see his surroundings through the phone camera, he saw you sitting there all tensed up with a few friends whom all seem to ignore you as they gossiped and talked shit about random people in their life, when the waiter came you ordered a few small things but all your friends started ordering these expensive and large things when one of them piped up to you and said,

"Hey, Y/N...You can handle my bill right? I did bring my wallet today! Your boyfriend is rich and all that, you can handle this right??" She said as everyone else agreed and said that you could handle all their bills since they all....unintentionally forgot their wallets....

you being you couldn't say no an if you wanted to you couldn't, they wouldn't give you a chance to agree or disagree.... Liuxian saw this all as you sat there with glossy eyes trying not to cry, he wanted to hold you and let his younger brother and other siblings take a jab at these good for nothing friends of yours, they would definitely end up crying.....

of-course they did nothing but ignore you through the whole thing, until the very end where Liuxian could see you getting antsy and angry...As they were all standing up, you paid for the meal and thanked the poor waitresses and waiter and all those who served you cause your friends simply had no manners, seemingly they grew in a pigsty...

As you were leaving, your friends all angrily stopped you, "HEY! You were meant to cover all our meals!" one of them angrily said but you had enough of this, "Why? Am I your bank?" as you answered back just as angrily, this seemingly shocked all of them cause you never spoke up and obediently did things for them

"YOU LITTLE!" One of them pulled you closer to them by your collar as they were about to hit you, their hand and everything restricted as Liuxian came up behind them with one of the glare no one in the world wants to face....Liuaxian held all your friends and threw them in his phone, trapping them inside unless he brings them out...all of them crying for you to forgive them and protect them and for the first time you didn't care what they wanted you to do, despite their tears and fear....

Liuxian ended up buying another phone and broke the screen to scares your friends and threatened them before letting them go....luckily he knew they won't ever do this cause if they did...may god forgive them cause you won't...

Xinya Shimizu

'Maybe you were the one in the wrong, not them...Why were you a failure? You did everything and yet you were till not perfect meaning you weren't giving your full percent...Pretty sure you didn't deserve the things you got, the good marks, the great friends, the great family and most importantly...Xinya..'

'Right, you couldn't even do something as simple as this....you disappointed all your friends, your family, and maybe even the Shimizu family and Xinya, why would he want someone who is not as perfect as he is? He can easily get another girl who'd love and be as perfect as he is, why would he need you? Xinya didn't even care or know how you felt or experienced through this...'

Why were these thoughts in your head?? Your tears falling down your cheeks and on the floor as you cried so late at night, Xinya and everyone else in the house probably asleep so you had to be quiet in the bathroom as you turned on the shower to calm yourself, not like it helped... as the water beat down, it only personified your sadness and anger, you didn't like that...but not like you had the energy to get out, not with the pain...

Yet you couldn't stay in the shower, the water was getting cold and staying for too long will probably give you a cold, as you wrapped yourself in a towel, got out of wet clothing you had on, and walked out quietly, but you guess you weren't as quiet as you thought you were as Xinya sat there his grey-blue hair tied in a ponytail as he had glasses on and sat there reading a book, he seemed at such peace...but the moment you stepped out, he put his book down and looked a you with a sad smile, looking at his face his eyes were red swollen and his nose a bit runny...

You know how bad he felt seeing you cry...you didn't like it...but you didn't realize he hated it so much he would rather cry harshly and in silence then say something...

Seeing his eyes made you tear up again as you tried not to cry and embarrass yourself in front of him...yet you couldn't stop, you really were a failure, weren't you? You fell to your knees, you felt so weak and so tired..you couldn't hold yourself up as you cried on the floor of the room..You heard shuffling but it wasn't anything too alarming, as you felt a kiss being pressed to your red lips, you looked up at him him having tears in eyes as well as he smiled gently,

"What is wrong my dear? Why are hurt?" Xinya asked gently as he touched your cheek, but you know he wasn't aware of anything you go through, he was far too priviledged for this

"It's nothing you understand..." You say angrily hitting his hand from your cheek, still the smile from Xinya's face didn't drop

"You're crying my darling, it surely can't be nothing.."

"..I told you it's nothing!" You angrily replied back, "You barely know anything....you've only been with me for 8 months.."

"8 months...Darling I might have known you my whole life..." Xinya said holding one of your hands in his as he held it close to his chest close to his heart, "When I went to the library...I thought how I would have read you countless books, when I heard music I thought you'd like it....i have walked through flower shops, knowing I'd give most of them to you...not even my sisters or mother..." hearing this you gasped, Xinya's family was always above everyone else...

"....stop! Stop!"* You tried to make him stop his words, they started to melt your hearts again and you didn't want to be so vulnerable, *"It's true my dear...but before you relationship, something else must come which needs all my attention....your happiness...I know how you fell.." Xinya said holding your hands and hugging you getly against him, as you knew this was probably the safest place to be right now...as you cried to him knowing he and you were hopefully made for the betterment of each other...

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gipsyavnger · 11 months

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Homecoming

@kaitaiga like you said...oc x canon? No. oc x your friend’s oc

(She's wearing one of Damien's jackets. The woman is 5'4 and the man is 6'1 and build like a friggin freight train. It's going to hang off her)

She lay staring at the ceiling of their shared bedroom, hands fidgeting with the blanket as she nibbled at her lower lip.

He’s coming home today.

Flipping to her side, Isobel Williams made eye contact with the dog they’d adopted, her sweet face bringing a smile to her lips.

“Babygirl…Dad is coming home today. You excited?”

No response.

She was out cold, but Isobel knew the moment she got out of bed, Apache would follow her like a heat-seeking missile.

Rolling back to lie on her back, she chuckled softly. Damien had given Apache her name. His eyes filled with love as he glanced up and whispered, “Apache. Her name is Apache.”

It referenced Isobel’s former military career when she belonged to the United States Army. Flying AH-64D Apache helicopters had been her life for the longest time before joining Task Force 141. Even then, she’d resigned herself to only being close air support until Price had taken a chance on her and sent her into the field.

They’d met because of a bet. A stupid one made by two old men constantly trying to one-up each other. Price had bet Lachlan that his operator could beat Lachlan’s operator. Lachlan had taken the bet, and the next thing Isobel knew, she was being pulled into the gym to spar against a ridiculously handsome Australian Commando.

“The amount will determine how badly I thrash him.”

“Evicerate him, Medusa. Put him in the ground.”

“Copy that, sir.”

She’d done just that, and Damien (having admitted this to her) was smitten when she slammed him into the mat. It had taken Isobel some time to warm up to him, but they'd grown closer during the two-week joint training exercise. Once it came time for him to leave, she’d been smitten herself.

“Apache. Breakfast.” Using a firm voice, Isobel rose from the bed and walked to the kitchen, her body on autopilot as she scooped dog food from the bag. Her mind was racing a mile a minute, eyes glued to the stove clock as the minutes ticked away until he landed.

Six months. He’d been gone six months.

She’d desperately tried to go with him when the orders came down. The problem was that they were from two different countries. Price had explained it to her. He already had operators in the country, there was no way he could send her without being a person short.

The day Damien left, Isobel had cried. Normally a stoic woman, she rarely let her emotions get the best of her.

But he’d given her the sweetest kiss upon his departure, whispering, “I’ll come home to you, gorgeous.”

She’d been an absolute mess for a week, bursting into tears randomly. The worst one had been when she was picking up more dog food. The memory of the day they’d adopted Apache flashed across her mind, and she’d ended up sobbing quietly between the wet and dry dog food.

The sound of Apache skidding into the kitchen pulled at the corners of her lips as she leaned against the counter briefly before heading into the bedroom to get dressed.

“You here for your husband?”

Isobel glanced to her left, the sweet-looking girl with a massive smile staring at her as they awaited the plane. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen. Just a baby.

“No…” She paused, biting back the sarcastic remark desperate to leave her lips, “I’m here for my man.”

She left it at that, turning her attention back to the flight line where the plane had finally landed. The minutes felt like hours as she waited for the door to open. To catch a glimpse of him. Of Damien.

Her heartbeat rapidly increased, every fiber of her being on edge as her breathing slowed. Her vision tunneled as the adrenaline hit her system. The world dropped away the moment the ramp lowered. Her muscles were screaming, her entire body tensed up.

A mop of golden hair appeared, carrying a large duffle bag as he exited the plane, and she couldn’t think straight, but her military training told her to remain still. Wait until he notices you. It didn’t take long. He scanned the crowd, immediately landing upon her as she gave him a small smile.

Damien dropped his duffle bag, sprinting toward her without a sound as he scooped her up in his arms.

So this is what home feels like.

The thought flashed across Isobel’s mind as Damien’s lips found hers, her arms wrapped around his neck to pull him tight. The feeling of his body against hers set her on fire, the lonely nights and tear-soaked pillow suddenly forgotten.

“Welcome home, love.”

“I missed ya so much, gorgeous.”

#call of duty #my stuff #my edits #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty oc #cod ocs #call of duty fanart #cod fanart #modern warefare ii #mw2 #damien whitlock #oc x oc pairing?

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teamfortresstwo · 18 days

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post limit won’t stop me from posting about these freaks hello today I am in your inbox . Instead of on the dashboard.

Dalilah definitely drinks occasionally and also considers getting overly drunk ‘uncivilised’ but you’re totally right about the rest of it . She’s just a hypocrite.

entirely agree about Kronos being a lightweight but also I think he only drinks alone because oulixes hated drinking and dalilah’s view has already been mentioned so he just ends up getting really drunk on his own because he also has no moderation skills and then he either gets into fights or cries or just does really impulsive things.

Zephyrus drinks casually but mainly straight liquor with no mixers so he wouldn’t drink large amounts, just very concentrated. He’s shown to drink but only to actually look drunk a few times so definitely a high tolerance but he starts rambling aimlessly when he’s drunk, pretty much loses any ability to lie or hide his feelings, and I feel like it’d mix badly with his meds anyway. All of that said, he definitely doesn’t get drunk easily.

You understand Augustus perfectly. He’d get really drunk and then immediately start going “heyyy I’m really vulnerable rn in case any bad bitches want to beat me to death ♥️♥️♥️♥️ in case any bad bitches want to Kill me. by the way.”

honorary mentions I like:

Ares has an incredibly high alcohol tolerance because he did. Drink cleaning alcohol. Multiple times. He hates this. type of guy to lie fully clothed in a bath with a full bottle of red wine that he’s drinking directly from the bottle and he’s just sobbing. he can’t get drunk easily but he wishes he could because some part of his brain misremembers and thinks he enjoyed it (he was the most miserable drunk you would ever see).

Every time Aion is shown drunk she’s talking shit about oulixes. The most memorable time is when she was sitting by Hannah’s grave and drinking and she kept smashing glass bottles on oulixes’ gravestone and talking to Hannah like she was there and also sobbing and calling oulixes a bastard . She’s very good at pretending not to be drunk.

Dolos drinks quite often but doesn’t get drunk that easily and normally avoids it because he gets horrible hangovers, he’s never shown drunk while he’s on his own, he’s always with Lilith or ares, and if he gets drunk he’ll practically just sprawl over one of them and fall asleep. he just falls asleep. pathetic man <3

Romeo only drinks for drinking games and she’s never lost. She’ll keep asking increasingly personal questions as well so whoever she’s with is telling her everything about their life while she’s practically sober. This is only shown with shimmer but I’m sure it’s a common occurrence.

OUGHHHHHHH . Hell yeah obsessed with all of these but especially Romeo !! I like to imagine that she’s never actually gotten drunk before and sees it as a point of pride so even though she’s curious, she doesn’t want to give up her streak .

The polycule getting drunk together is really cute . I really like imagining them just doing slice of life shit it’s so enriching <3333 .

Also common Aion W let’s goooooo

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 9 months

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Today on Monty:

Gator Golf is open again

Monty tells Foxy that the running water is actually sewage filled with perfume to mask the scent. They drank sewer water to prove a point.

It might be a prank, it could actually be normal clean water. Or it could actually be sewage. Monty won’t say which.

And then Monty punches Foxy a few times and implies they’ll be tossing Foxy in the mystery water at some point. For fun.

There’s popcorn stands now.

Monty tells Foxy about their trip to the future. Monty tries to stall on telling Foxy about Future Foxy, and eventually uses potential timeline-self-correction as an excuse not to talk about it.

Monty lived in that trailer in Gator Golf for 2 years. They sometimes threw golf balls at kids’ faces.

Foxy is now more interested in the future than the Gator Golf tour.

Monty shoved the radioactive barrels into a fenced off pool.They play dumb the amount of people getting cancer after visiting. Until Foxy calls them on it and they admit they know about they’re giving people radiation poisoning.

Foxy’s new room is the security office in Gator Golf. A huge step up from the Lost and Found room.

Foxy gets a security hat. Unfortunately they don’t make them in animatronic size, so it can’t fit.

There is a random stroller. Monty tells Foxy to leave it alone. It has a kid inside, Monty is more insistent that Foxy leave the unattended stroller alone.

There’s a mysterious invisible barrier walling off Hole 1. Monty does not know where it came from. They and Foxy try to ram it. It does not work, and both of them get hurt.

Foxy cries, and wonders why the fuck Monty gave him pain receptors. Monty says it’s because they feel pain.

Monty finds another way into the hole. Also the barrier is one-way.

Monty does not want to talk about the future.

There’s another barrier on the stairs.

Foxy hits Monty with a golf club a few times. Monty barely restrains themself from beating him to brain damage again.

Foxy tries to grab a plushie in the gift shop, despite Monty’s warnings not to touch them. He picked up the essence of a plushie, but the real plushie remained on the shelf. He rightfully freaked the fuck out. Monty reassures him that it’s experimental tech.

Monty tries to get Foxy to pay for a round of golf with them. He says no and walks away.

Monty sleeps in the vent at the stage sometimes.

They also said they stalk employees from in the vents and murder them and hide bodies in there sometimes. But that was actually a lie they were messing with Foxy.

There was an accident that destroyed the catwalk at some point during renovation, it’s collapsed in front of the stage.

Monty: Yep, I totally didn’t copy it from my future self.

____

Monty: Anyways, there it turned out this place got finished so I just copies & pasted it.

So much chaos

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kasienda · 2 years

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When You Love Someone (Let them Go)

A Miraculous Reveal

Note: This is the one shot Love Square version of chapter 9 of Right Behind You that was edited to stand alone. Break Up Fic. Lots of Love here, but not a happy ending.

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When You Love Someone (Let Them Go)

Adrien exalted in the feeling of vaulting from building to building as Chat Noir. He focused solely on the placement of his baton to guide his movement across Paris’s skyline, and the sensation of the air sliding through his unstyled hair.

It was freeing.

It reminded him that he was alive.

He landed in a crouch at his and Ladybug’s usual rendezvous point half an hour early with only a small amount of trepidation. After working with her for nine years, he knew she wasn’t going to be pleased with him. She never was after he had sacrificed himself in the middle of an akuma battle. It never mattered that it was often the only way to keep her in the fight.

And according to Plagg, this sacrifice had been more terrible than normal. He hadn’t been zapped out of existence or turned into an inanimate object. He had apparently actually died, saved only by Carapace’s endurance and Ladybug’s miraculous cure.

So he settled on the edge of the building half an hour early, prepping himself to reassure that he was totally and completely fine. That he wasn’t affected by this mere setback, that he would always be there at her side. She needed that confidence, even if it was a lie because he knew that she was struggling.

With what, he didn’t exactly know, but she needed something more than she was currently getting, and he promised himself that he would do everything he could to support her.

He hadn’t been sitting long when he was tackled from behind in a bear hug.

He laughed and turned around. “Apparently, I’m not the only one who’s early today. Eager to see me, m’lady?” he teased, pulling back just enough to pull her hand to his lips, depositing a kiss on her knuckles, as he searched her face.

She was not smiling at him, and her eyes watered at the same time.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, as he released her hand.

“Am I alright?!” she repeated incredulously. “Are you alright?!”

“I’m fine! I swear I’ve survived worse.”

She glanced away, but she wasn’t fast enough. He saw the tear slip down her cheek. “I’m not sure that’s true this time.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward. “I don’t know what to say. I’m fine now.”

And then she smiled brightly, but her tears were still falling. He wanted to wipe them away. He didn’t.

“I’m glad,” she said. “I was really worried about you. Carapace was too.”

“He was?” Adrien asked, his eyebrows scrunched together in surprise.

“He yelled at me,” she admitted, a blush blooming across her face.

“I’ll talk to him.”

“No! He was right! I… I sometimes feel like I’m not the best at being Ladybug.” Her shoulders dropped and her face fell.

“What are you talking about? You’ve literally never lost! And you’ve had to decipher some cryptic lucky charms.”

She blushed under his praise, but she wouldn’t look at him.

“Last night, I didn’t do a good job,” she said softly, “I just wanted it to be over, and I tried to rush it. And you were the one that almost paid the price.”

“LB, I’m fine.”

“But you weren’t. You died. You actually died.”

Her breathing quickened, and her eyes went wild.

He put a hand on her shoulder, leaning into her line of sight.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Look at me.”

Her wide blue eyes swiveled to him, but her breaths still came in shallow rapid pulses. She grabbed onto his arms, clinging to him like a baby chimpanzee clung to its mother, trembling like a leaf in an autumn storm.

“Breathe,” he urged, their gazes locked on one another.

She took in a shaky breath, and he smiled his encouragement. She took in another.

And then another.

And then her panic broke, and she threw herself into his embrace and just cried.

He rubbed her back and held her until she calmed.

“Have they been bad?” he whispered when she stopped shaking.

She nodded. “I can’t break them when you’re not here anymore,” she admitted. “I’ve tried everything. They can last for twenty or thirty minutes.”

He squeezed her tighter, his own eyes welling with tears. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I wish I could be there all the time.”

She pulled away, and he reluctantly let her go. She scrubbed the tear tracks from her face. “It’s not your fault,” she said.

His heart fell. He wished that they could reveal to one another, but she had told him years and years ago that it could lead to the end of all things. The hardest part of that revelation for him had been that he couldn’t be there for her when she needed more than he could give her as Chat Noir.

He pulled her slowly into his side. She nestled next to him, with her head on his shoulder and he let himself hold her. She didn’t speak, and he felt no inclination to break the silence between them. Sometimes, words just weren’t needed.

“I wish I could stay here forever,” she whispered.

“Me too,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

“Better now. It’s better to see you, to feel you, and know you’re okay.”

He squeezed her tighter. The close calls were always hard on both of them. And over the years, there had unfortunately been more than a few of them.

“Carapace gave you CPR for like an hour before the ladybugs healed everything,” she said, her voice toneless. “Plagg said that if he hadn’t kept your heart going, the ladybugs wouldn’t have worked.”

Adrien sucked in a breath. “What?” he exhaled. “But why wouldn’t they have worked?” he asked. Her ladybugs had brought him back before. Granted, his peril had always been of the “turned into a statue” or “blinked out of existence” variety, but he had been no less gone.

She hunched into a ball, still rolled into his side. “I don’t know,” she sobbed, “but Tikki admitted that he was likely right. She said that the ladybugs would have healed your body, but that your soul would have already been gone. Apparently, it works better when your body is completely destroyed. She said she couldn’t explain it.”

She trembled in his arms, but one glance at her face told him it was due to her tears and not another panic attack, so he just held her and she cried harder.

He knew there was nothing to be done except to let her cry herself out, so he just rocked her in place. “I’m okay,” he assured. “I’m right here.”

“I’m sorry,” she croaked.

“For?”

“For falling to pieces when you were the one that died.”

“For trying to rush that battle,” she continued. “I don’t know what I would have done if Carapace hadn’t been there. If the Ladybugs hadn’t worked. I wouldn’t have survived it.”

“Please don’t say that.”

She looked at him then. Her blue eyes were bloodshot and puffy. He could see the bags under her eyes even through the mask.

“I wouldn’t have. And I’m still so mad at myself.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” he insisted.

“But it was!” she bit out harshly.

He shook his head. “We agreed long ago that it’s all Hawkmoth’s responsibility.”

“This was different though,” she growled. “I made the wrong decision, not because I thought I was right, but because I was feeling resentful and lazy!”

“You are not lazy!” he growled. “We all have days when the Akumas are the last thing any of us want to deal with.”

But it was like his words fell on deaf ears.

“My judgment is compromised,” she concluded, her gaze turned towards the city below them, but her eyes were clouded and unfocused.

“We all have bad days,” he insisted again.

“I only seem to have bad days.”

He frowned. “This is more than last night, isn’t it? What’s this actually about? What’s wrong?”

She sighed, and her shoulders dropped. He had never seen her so worn down, so defeated. “I just… keep having these thoughts. Like why do I have to work so hard, why do I have to sacrifice everything, so everyone else can be safe?”

He squeezed his eyes shut against her words, willing his own tears to stay back. She needed him in this moment.

“I don’t know, LB,” he whispered. “I don't know.

“Do you think this will ever be over?” she asked, her voice quiet and hoarse.

“We haven’t had a lead in awhile, but that doesn’t mean we’ll never have a lead again.”

“Three years. And Hawkmoth doesn’t seem like the type to give up no matter how many times he fails because he only has to win once. It doesn’t matter how many times he fails. We have to be fucking perfect.”

“Tell me what you need,” he begged, clutching her hand within both of his own. “What can I do? I want to support you, LB. You know that I do. I will do anything.”

The wind was cold and biting, and Ladybug was once again staring into the distance without seeing.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” she finally whispered.

The world seemed to shrink around him, pressing down from all sides. He forgot how to breathe even as his heart took off like a herd of wild horses.

“Wh-what are you saying?” he managed, his voice sounding strangled even in his own ears.

“I’m sure it’s just a phase. I’ll be fine,” she said, pasting on a false smile, and it might have worked if he didn’t know her so well, if he wasn’t an expert at fake smiles himself.

“I am a good Ladybug, or at least I was. But I’ve turned into something I don’t like as the Guardian.”

His heart sank with every word. She wasn’t okay. And he knew from his own experience that she wasn’t going to be.

Not without something changing drastically.

“I’m paranoid. I don’t trust anyone,” she continued. He wondered when the last time she had truly unburdened herself like this, or if this was the first time. He hoped that wasn’t the case. Surely, she could at least talk to her kwami.

But would Tikki understand?

“And I can’t be completely honest with anyone in my life either. My relationships with my friends and family feel hollow. Like I’m just going through the motions. It doesn’t feel real,” she said, staring blankly into the distance.

“And they can tell. They keep reaching out to me, and I love them for that, but they can tell that I’m not reciprocating, and it takes longer for them to try again. I’m so scared that someday they’ll stop trying all together.” She turned back to him then. “I’m amazed that any of them still do! I certainly don’t like the shadow I’ve become, so why would anyone else?!”

“Can you not be yourself as Ladybug?” he asked.

“I am! And I’m not. I don’t know how to explain it. You’re the only person in my life that I trust anymore, Chaton. And I can’t share everything with you either.”

He wished he had something to say. He wanted to tell her that she could tell him everything. He would listen, he would support her, but he knew she wouldn’t ever risk it.

“I don’t feel like a good leader. I don’t think long term. I just react to the situation in front of me. I rely on the rules because they’re all I have, but I apply them inconsistently or am constantly taking short cuts. I’m literally risking the lives of my friends and teammates to spare myself an hour of time during an akuma battle? And I hate myself, but I keep making the same choice.

“And I’m not thinking about how to defeat Hawkmoth,” she continued, “or even just how to find him. I’m just trying to survive the next minute, and sometimes, I can’t even face that.”

She stopped talking then. And he waited to be certain that she was finished. But she didn’t continue.

“You’re being awfully hard on yourself, my lady,” he told her, praying that she would hear him, and more importantly that she would believe him. “This is hard, and you’re only human. You’re allowed to make mistakes.”

“Master Fu managed to keep the miraculous a secret for almost two centuries!”

“You’re comparing yourself to a man who had more than a century of practice. You don’t know how many times he messed up during all that time. And he wasn’t also fighting battles on the front lines at the same time.”

“Yeah… but I think the problem is I don’t want it. I don’t even want to be Ladybug anymore.”

His eyes watered. He feared his words weren’t going to be enough, but they were all he had. And he had to try.

“I got a job offer overseas awhile back,” she said. “It was such an opportunity for exactly what I want to do, right after I didn’t get a job in Paris. I didn’t even apply for the job. A firm here in Paris just passed it along to them. No one in my life understood why I didn’t take it. And I wish with every bone in my body that I could’ve gone. And since then, this only feels like a ball and chain weighing me down. I feel like I’ll never really get to live my life.”

“I’m so tired of fighting. I’m tired of secrets. We are no closer to defeating Hawkmoth than we were when we started. And it’s been almost a decade! When do I get to live my life?!”

He yanked her into his arms, the tears now flowing freely over his mask.

He knew what he needed to say. But he didn’t want to. It was going to rip out his own heart to give this to her.

But he had never been able to deny her anything.

Even when it cost him.

“You don’t have to, you know,” he said, proud of himself for how steady his words came out.

“What?”

“I know what it feels like to feel suffocated and trapped. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, m’lady. Least of all you. You don’t have to keep being the Guardian. Or even…” his voice cracked, but he forced himself to keep going. “Or even Ladybug.”

He didn’t want her to go. He didn’t even want to think about her forgetting him.

But more than that, he wanted her to be okay. He wanted her to have a chance to breathe, to heal, and to be happy again.

He would make any sacrifice to let her have that.

“You do realize that if I stop being the guardian, I won’t remember ever being Ladybug, right?”

He didn’t try to stop his tears. “I’m not going to lie. I don’t want you to go. And I don’t want you to forget me. But you can’t choose based on what’s best for me, m’lady. You have to choose what’s best for you. And if that’s a price you’re willing to pay… then who am I to say no?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. He had to look away, unable to face the surprise on her face. Did she think he wouldn’t support her in every way possible? Did she really think that he would prioritize what he wanted over what she needed?

A second later her arms slammed around his torso and he almost tipped over before he managed to restabilize both of them. “I have no idea what I ever did to deserve you?!”

He let his arms circle around her. His grip tightened each second they held each other, suddenly terrified this might be the last time he held her.

She squeezed back just as hard.

Maybe she feared the same thing.

“Would you want it?” she finally asked.

“The guardianship?” he asked, still clinging to her. “I will take it if you need me to, but I don’t know if I’d be a good leader.”

“I think you’d be better at it than me,” she whispered, pulling away.

He missed her already.

“I don’t know,” he said. “You talk about only following rules, but you think with your brain. I tend to just react - I think with my heart and my gut. And in the moment, that’s often helpful, but making strategic long term decisions?” he shrugged. “That’s not my strength.”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, considering him with a thoughtful expression. “I will think about it. I haven’t really made up my mind.”

He nodded stoically. But it was clear she craved the freedom. Clear that she needed an escape. He knew what she would choose.

And it had never been him.

“I promise if I decide to give it up I will come talk to you,” she said, rising to her feet.

He nodded. “Of course.” His throat felt tight.

“Chaton?”

He cocked his head toward her. His head on his knees.

“I love you.”

He closed his eyes against her words.

“I know I’ve never been able to give you what you wanted or what you needed,” she said.

“You’ve given me more than I ever thought possible,” he confessed. He never wanted to ask for more than she was willing to give.

“Maybe,” she conceded. “But I want you to have even more. You deserve the absolute best.”

He couldn’t look at her, and a few minutes later the familiar zip of her yoyo announced her departure.

He remained sitting and unmoving on the top of that tower long after the sun had set. Somehow, his eyes remained dry.

…

A week had gone by since he and Ladybug had talked, and it was like nothing had changed. There had been only one akuma that week, and it had been easily dealt with. She had been in rare form during the battle, smiling and joyful, like she was enjoying the role for the first time in years. She seemed tired, but lighter and he was relieved. He found himself hoping that something had shifted for her, and that she would stay.

But they hadn’t talked about it and he was terrified of bringing it up. And then she had asked him for this meeting so they could talk and his fears were rumbling in his gut all over again.

He didn’t want things to change. Not between him and Ladybug. But he promised himself he would support her in whatever decision she made even if didn’t want her to leave. Even if he couldn’t contemplate doing this without her, couldn’t imagine ever filling her role on the team.

For her, he would try.

He sighed, letting his masked face fall backwards, peering at the darkening sky overhead that was filled with thick gray clouds. He hoped it wouldn’t rain, but that was probably wishful thinking on his part.

As was hoping she wanted to talk to him about anything other than her leaving.

He heard her arrival before he saw her. The zip of her yo-yo was a sound he associated with her and had somehow become one of the best sounds in the world.

She landed lightly next to him, and sat down beside him. She sat so close there was almost no space between them.

She didn’t say anything. She just followed his gaze and stared into the overcast sky that was growing darker by the minute. He couldn’t identify her expression. She was smiling slightly, but her eyes were sad. Her fingers curled into his gloved hand and he squeezed back, her silence telling him everything he needed to know.

He glanced down at their joined hands.

“You’re leaving.” They were the only words he managed before his throat lodged close and his eyes welled with tears.

And then she was crying, too. He untangled their fingers so he could wrap an arm around her. She found his other hand a second later and clung to it harder than he could ever remember.

He smiled gently. “I’m really going to miss you.”

She crumpled into a ball again at him. “I'm going to miss you, too,” she sobbed. “So much.”

He held her tightly. “I appreciate the sentiment, bug. But you won’t.”

Her cries intensified and he just rocked her for several moments until eventually she calmed. “I’m sure some corner of my heart will remember. And I will definitely miss you,” she said, her voice raw.

He squeezed her tighter. “I’m really proud of you,” he told her.

Her eyes blew open, and she stared at him like he had grown a third set of ears. “What?! You’re proud of me for quitting?!”

He nodded. “I’m proud of you for doing what you always do. Looking an impossible situation in the face, and the deciding what needs to be done and just doing it. No matter how much it costs you. You are so brave.”

Her eyes glanced away. “I don’t feel brave.”

He shrugged. “I just tell it like I see it.” He knew there would be no convincing her, so he didn’t elaborate. “What’s the plan?” he asked instead, knowing she wouldn’t tell him she was leaving until she had all the details worked out.

“I’ve been training Carapace this week to take on the Guardianship.”

He was so thrown, the sentence didn’t compute for a second.

“What? Carapace? Why him?”

And even before she answered he realized he only felt relief. He had been terrified to take on the role himself, and he had been just as terrified he would have an unfamiliar face that he had to train.

But Nino? He was prepared and experienced with the miraculous. Adrien trusted him through and through already. And Adrien could see Nino slipping into the Guardian role so seamlessly, Adrien wondered how he hadn’t considered the possibility before.

“There’s a lot of sensible reasons why he’s a good fit, but honestly, I chose him for one reason only.” She paused, her eyes looking right up at him. “If I gave it to you, you’d be all alone. So I had to give it to someone else, and he’s the only person I trust to protect you even more than I would.”

He sucked in a breath, and his heart squeezed in his chest.

She turned back to the cloud-filled sky.

“He also has a good balance with what you talked about before. He thinks with his head, but he also sees us all as real people.”

Chat Noir nodded, but he didn’t say anything not trusting his ability to form words.

“Thank you,” she said into the silence.

His eyebrows furrowed together under his mask. “What for?”

“For letting me go? You always were too good to me. And I’ve only been selfish.”

“You are not selfish!”

“This feels selfish.”

He took her hand again and squeezed it tightly. “LB, you’ve been at this for nine years. Serving the city in secret takes its toll. It bleeds into every part of your life. It’s hard on your relationships, your school work, your career. You’ve done almost a decade of service. If your heart's not in it anymore, you’re allowed to retire… go live your own life for you.”

Her eyes turned glassy. “How did I not fall in love with you right in the beginning?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“I have no idea,” his voice glib, even as his heart tore into shreds.

She didn’t laugh. “I was an idiot!”

His eyes squeezed shut. “Please stop,” he begged.

A single tear slipped over her mask before she could wipe it away. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes downcast. “I’m being selfish again.”

“You’re not!” he insisted harshly. “You’re being honest.” He considered her for a moment before he turned his attention back to the swirling clouds. “And maybe you’re right. Maybe if someone who wants to do the job takes up the mantle, we’ll do even better. And this is the most selfless thing you could do. Take your ego out of it.”

She clung to his transformed hand. “You always see me in the best light.”

“You deserve it.”

And for once she didn’t argue. He was grateful for small mercies.

She hugged him fiercely instead. “Thank you for always having my back,” she whispered into his ear. “For teaching me what real love looks like. And for everything! It doesn’t seem like enough to say.”

And she was crying again. He hugged her back, breathing in the scent of her hair and trying to memorize what it felt like to have her form pressed against his own, knowing the memory of their current embrace might have to last him for a lifetime.

“And thank you for giving me an ideal to live up to,” he murmured into her hair. “For being my dearest friend, for trusting me for all these years, and for trusting me to take care of your city in your stead,” he said.

She tucked her head under his chin, like he alone could shelter her from the storm that was brewing above.

“I have one last selfish thing to ask of you,” she whispered.

“Anything,” he promised, leaning his cheek into her hair.

“I want to tell you who I am.”

He tensed for a moment, and pulled away enough that he could see her face. Her bright blue eyes stared back unerringly. And his heart twisted in his chest.

At least this way he wouldn’t have to wonder if he would ever see her again.

He nodded. “As long as I can reciprocate?”

Her eyes clouded and she hesitated. “Are you trying to change my mind?”

He shook his head. “Never! But you’re allowed to if you want.”

“I… don’t…”

“It’s okay, bug. There’s no pressure here.”

“Thank you for that. I just... I wanted you to know who I am because I want to continue to be in your life. I want you to be able to find me, and I know I won’t remember, but…”

“I understand,” he said, cutting her off. “You can tell me if you want. You don’t have to.”

“I want to!” she exclaimed. Her excitement was so clear he suspected that she had hated the secret as much as he had since the beginning even without threats of the end of the world hanging over their heads.

She peered up at him, biting her lip, fidgeting nervously.

He grinned. He hadn’t seen this side of her in a long time.

“So… I guess it’s just easier to show you,” she said, leaning back. “Tikki, spots off.”

He closed his eyes. It was an ingrained habit by now. And she laughed, shaking his arm. “You’re supposed to look!”

He took another breath and forced his eyes open, and stared at her familiar face in shock. “Mari…?”

She grinned.

“I’m such an idiot!”

Her smile widened. “I always wondered if you knew more than you were admitting when you started showing up regularly on my balcony.”

He laughed. “You give me too much credit.”

“I think I didn’t give you enough credit,” she countered softly, her smile falling and her gaze returning to her now bare hands. She shivered, not dressed for the weather.

He reached forward and took her hand, praying her smile would return.

“I had another reason for feeling comfortable on your balcony, Marinette.”

She looked up at him with arched eyebrows.

“Plagg, claws in.”

Her eyes dilated and her mouth dropped open.

And goodness, he felt so vulnerable in front of her, like he had been stripped naked.

She seized him in another hug.

“Adrien!! I’m so glad it’s you.”

“You are?”

“There’s no way I’m going to stop being a part of Adrien’s life! This honestly explains so much. Why being Chat Noir has always been so important to you,” she rambled. “I’m so sorry. I was so blind.” Tears fell down her face once again.

He brushed them away with the pad of his thumb. “It’s not like I wasn’t just as blind,” he soothed. “I can’t believe you’ve been right here this whole time. I feel like I should have figured it out.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

“It was hard for me to hear about Marinette leaving for New York,” he admitted. “Especially when I knew Ladybug might be leaving, too.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “Actually, it makes it easier.”

She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.

“I understand why Marinette didn’t go before. And why she needs to now. I can be happy for the freedom you’re gaining.”

“How are you always so sweet?!” she whined. “I’ll have you know I had the biggest crush on you since the day you gave me your umbrella in the rain and that continued all the way through lycee! So big and embarrassing that I kept saying no to my amazing partner even though I knew he was crazy about me.”

“Really?!” he asked, laughing. “I hated that boy! For not seeing you. I guess I only have myself to blame.”

When he gave her his umbrella? He racked his brain. He had only done that once. But that was the day they met. She’d loved him for that long? They’d loved each other for that long?

“I guess you did fall in love with me right at the beginning after all,” he said softly, wanting to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come.

She smiled sadly. “But we never lined up at the right time. I’m sorry.”

And now they never would. Because she was going to forget so much of their time together.

But… she wouldn’t forget all of it. She would remember Adrien.

He pulled her into another hug. “I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything, m’lady.”

And it was true. He loved her. And loving her had changed him. He had needed her light in his world where he didn’t know what affection looked like.

“Me neither, Chaton,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “Me neither.”

He pulled back. “Will Marinette remember me?” he asked urgently.

She frowned. “What do you mean? I should remember Adrien from how I understand it. The memory loss protection has to be subtle - if it’s not, it’s too easy to identify former guardians by anyone who knows how the magic works.”

He shook his head. “I mean, I know you’re going to forget Ladybug. And all the time you spent with Chat Noir as Ladybug, but will you remember the random times that Chat Noir showed up on your balcony and hung out with Marinette?”

“I…” and she shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know? I hope so.”

“I hope so, too.” He pulled her back into the hug.

“Are you scared?” he asked. “To forget?”

“Terrified,” she whispered. “Being Ladybug… it has been such a defining part of me for so long. I wonder if I will change without those memories.”

The both sat back down on the rooftop’s edge with their feet dangling over the edge as they had countless times before. Only this time there were no suits, no masks between them.

This one time only.

“Perhaps, we could come up with some work around,” he suggested. “Maybe you don’t have to give up being the Guardian technically. You could just… I don’t know, leave the box with Nino. Show him how to access it.”

She smiled sadly. “It’s a nice idea, but Nino can only be the Guardian if he bonds with the box. That’s what will allow him to summon a miraculous straight to the field. And the box is like a miraculous itself - it gives you the power to be able to see people’s auras.”

“What?”

“It gives you a sense about people, and it helps you whether they’d be good holders or not. It’s gradual. I didn’t even notice it at first.”

“We have enough holders already,” he countered. “We don’t need this ability.”

“He has to choose a new Ladybug,” she said softly.

“You could choose a new Ladybug before you go,” he insisted.

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she took his hands. “Chaton, I wish I knew of another way. Or at least a way, where you didn’t have to pay this price. But I won’t go and not make sure that you and Nino have every single advantage and tool I can give you. Do you understand?”

“It doesn’t seem fair,” he insisted petulantly. It wasn’t fair. Not to her, and not to him either.

A tear slipped down her cheek. “I know. I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?” Her eyes turned glassy.

His eyes widened, and he reached for her. “There’s nothing to forgive!” he insisted. “Nothing,” he repeated when she remained silent.

She nodded, and her chin shook. “I love you,” she choked out.

He yanked her into his arms. Tears sprang to his eyes. “I love you, too.”

“This is good-bye?” she asked.

His whole body shook like an earthquake, and he held her tighter. “Goodbye m’lady,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

She pulled away, tears streaming freely in thin rivulets down her cheeks. “And I hope you find the love you long for. Someone who can be for you what I never was.”

She leaned forward and kissed him gently. It was soft and it was warm. He breathed in the floral scent of her hair. He tried to stay in that moment forever, but she was already pulling away. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, savoring the only kiss from his lady that he remembered. The memory would have to last him a lifetime.

Then she was gone.

And Adrien was alone. His stomach dropped like an avalanche, and his whole body crumpled like tissue paper. The cry that tore past his lips didn’t sound human. He didn’t have words for the maelstrom of grief that overtook him.

He didn’t fight the raw wracking grief. He wanted to feel this pain.

Tomorrow, he would find the strength to stand up once again as he had so many times before. And this time, he would do it for her. He would protect all of Paris in her stead so that she could be free.

#ladynoir #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #identity reveal #break up fic #lots of love #no happy ending #a miraculous reveal #my own content

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Manifestation of a Monster (part 10)

Torn between his lack of knowledge and uncertainty about what information he wanted to disclose to Justin, Milo found the process of figuring out what had happened to him nearly impossible. This wouldn't have normally been a problem. On a good day, he was quite clever. He was sure he could have found them any other time. But as things stood, he was finding it hard to make it a day today.

His stomach, or where he assumed one's stomach reassigned, was in constant pain. He couldn't think clearly. And he grew to hate Justin more and more by the day. From his experience, one would grow more attached to the one they turned to. At last for a year. After that, the bond would subside and the two involved could see each other for who they were.

He had only experienced this a few times, but each time gave him an overwhelming amount of love for the person. Want to protect them, to be close to them. It was some of the few times he felt the need for that physical contusion. Not to say it was the only time, but that need much strength in the growing year.

But when it came to Justin. He could hardly stand to be in the same room as him. He wanted to both protect and kill the boy. Perhaps he was too harsh on the boy. On that particular day, when the bedroom was too hot and reeked of sweety old clothes, Milo took his reading to the living room.

This had become a harder task than he originally thought. Justin would mess with his phone, leap up, and make a few passes around the room before sitting down once more. Repeating the process over and over.

"Why don't you just call her?" Milo finally asked. He was not quite at the point of giving up on his paper. But if this kept up, he would probably end up hurting the kid.

"She's at work," Justin said as he slammed himself into the back of the sofa.

"I'm taking it you too are no longer fighting?" Milo, of course, already knew the answer to this. But It would be a good way to keep the kid's mind on the positive.

"No, we resolved that a long time ago." He folded his arms like a child being told they could only have one ice cream cone, and it would only be after they eat their veggies. "She's at work. But she will not answer my text."

"So wouldn't it be reasonable that she simply doesn't have the time to answer your text?" Milo asked, still not looking up from the paper. "Perhaps if she has a break, you can see her then?"

Justin jumped up once more, and as he did, Milo followed suit. Leaving him to go to the bedroom.

***

Amy knocked on Justin's door, as she always did. She no longer used her key, fearing that Milo would be there without Justin. She didn't know what would happen if she confronted him alone. Did he know what she had seen? What she had dreamt? Would he kill her for this information?

When Justin called, the door was open. She let herself in. "Is Milo here?" She asked in a mocking voice.

Justin nodded to the bedroom door. "Sick... again."

Amy took a seat on the opposite side of the sofa as him. Why did he have to be here? She needed to talk to Justin. Needed to tell him what she saw. It wasn't something you can just say over text. She needed to see his face. Needed him to tell her she wasn't crazy.

Things would not get better until she could. This tension wouldn't leave until Milo was gone. That had been the lie, she told herself. But it was more than that. Justin had not been the same. She knew it had to do with Milo. Perhaps he was feeling the same thing.

The two of them sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. When Amy couldn't take it anymore. Bursting out of her seat to make it to the bathroom. She didn't have to go, but she couldn't take the tension anymore. Sitting on the toilet, she cried. Reaching for her phone, trying to take her mind off of anything but what she was feeling, it slipped from her fingers. As she reached for it, she noticed a bag stuffed behind the toilet.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she opened it. Found crust clothes that had faint bloodstains on them. Inspecting, she found a crusty business card. On it, there were a few Egyptian hieroglyphs, a name that read Ritchard Williams and the words hotel manager of Motel Dam Sanctum and ranks 8 Kaw-Sekhmu. What did that mean? The dream was real, or at least parts of it?

This was odd, and it felt important. Like this had been the answers she was looking for. Justin stood at the door when she got out. "You ok?"

She nodded, and for the first time, it wasn't a lie. Grabbing his hand. "There are things we need to talk about." Justin's head jerked to the bedroom door. In a whisper, Amy moved closer. "I know. I mean, I don't, but I know something isn't right. Let me sort this out."

Justin said nothing, but any illusion he was ok dropped from his face. Amy pulled away. She wanted to start as soon as possible. But Justin wouldn't let go of her arm. "No, I don't want you getting hurt."

She moved closer to him, so close that their heads almost touched. "Then tell me what you know. Tell me what I'm looking for. What can I do to help you?"

He hesitated to answer. "I can't tell you." His eyes shot to the door once more. "He can hear us. And I think he can do more."

"Then let me go," Amy whispered as softly as she could to the point she wasn't sure if Justin could hear what she was saying. "Let me find out on my own. Then it will not be your fault when I know. And I know what's really going on. I can help you."

She spoke so quietly it was hard to miss the creaking from the next room. Milo slowly opened the door. Much paler than normal, with a brow raised. "Am I interrupting anything?"

Amy did her best to fake a smile. "Nop, I was just leaving." Keeping her eyes on Milo the whole time she did. She slowly backed to the door. "Hope you feel better soon. See you around."

She didn't feel as if she could breathe until she made it to the entrance of the building. Did he know? Could he hear them? Justin's warning that he may do more scared her. Was he aware of what she was doing now, what she was doing at her dorm? She wasn't sure of much, but she couldn't shake the feeling he wasn't human.

#warm blooded vampires series #vampires #vampire story #gaz042 #writing #wattpad

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incompleteunlovedunfinished · 2 years

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Foreshadow the future

You finally got back in contact with me last night and the relief I felt is indescribable, honestly the whole thing felt like a fever dream if I’m being completely honest. I messaged you and said what i was hoping wouldn’t be my final goodbye and luckily it wasn’t. I told you that I appreciated your 3 days of friendship and to take care and be safe, shortly after you hit me back finally and I can't lie and say i didn’t get excited seeing that it was you who had finally contacted me. You insisted it wasn’t like that and said you felt like an A-hole for not responding and i replied that it wasn’t your fault but mine and i only wish i hadn't cried so much. At that revelation you seemed to be extremely remorseful and said that you felt horrible about making me upset and that it made you want to die, I of course wouldn’t let you take the blame and blamed myself more. You explained that you had pretty much been asleep the past 2 days and you would be better once things were back to normal and i wished you well and said I'd let you rest. Then you told me that we could hang out when you were better and that you really missed me, I told you that meant a lot to be honest and you said you were nothing but honest and i said i missed you too. You seemed to be trying harder today you did manage to message me back in a reasonable amount of time but honestly i just feel like distancing myself. I know, I know I had a full mental breakdown just yesterday about this but this is why i like to be close, I’ve forgotten your face, your smell, the words you'd spoken and how you used to hold me. The only thing i remember is how you made me feel, i remember the butterflies and sense of belonging and weight that lifted off my shoulders but those feelings have now been eclipsed by the feelings i now get when i think of you i feel dread and longing and hopelessness. I can't quite put my finger on it but somethings changed, you're no longer my happy place or who i feel most comfortable with you're just another flawed man who could never love me because you can't even love yourself. Despite the feelings beginning to fade i want nothing more than to see you again, my soul aches for the freedom it felt in the beginning the carelessness. In those days i spent with you i wasn’t me I was who i always wanted to be because i thought that was how you saw me, a better more mature version of myself but i don't think that’s how you actually saw me i think you saw me as a dumb naive girl who was clearly caught feelings that she couldn't control and you used that to your advantage. You let me empty my partially filled cup into your empty one and now I’m just as hollow inside as you once were.

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Following that "least favorite" request could we get their reactions to being to told that they're their favorite, but to not tell the other brothers so their feelings don't get hurt? Maybe because they relate to them the most or just get along really well. Thanks!

You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

There are no words to explain the overwhelming satisfaction ion Lucifer’s face after you tell him that. Of course, it’s only natural that he would be your favorite, all things considered.

The Avatar of Pride won’t ever forget this moment. He carefully considers your words and agrees not to tell anyone, as much as he’d love to bring it up, because he knows more than anyone what kind of chaos would ensue should the others (especially Mammon) find out.

But they can tell something’s up when the eldest has been heard humming all day. He moves about the house with even more grace than usual, and hasn’t scowled even once.

But the REAL shocker was when Mammon tried hiding a bill right as Lucifer walked in... and the eldest let him off with a warning. A WARNING! The brothers thought the Devildom must’ve frozen over, but you and he knew different.

“MC, I would like you to accompany me to Le Pluvier this afternoon, once you've finished your studies. I've already made reservations, so be sure to get ready on time. I've made sure to consider the things you might like to eat, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Don't be late." "...I'm grinning? I don't know what you're talking about."

Mammon

The gigantic grin on Mammon’s face is so bright, it could rival the sun. You’ve seriously made his day. No, his year. Actually, he’s pretty sure he could ride this high for the next millennia! There’s nothing in this world that could dampen his spirits right now!

He feels like he just won big at the casino! Of course he’s your favorite! He WAS your first demon, and now he’s gone and claimed his rightful spot as your number one! Good luck trying to keep him from saying anything. Mammon’s gonna throw it around in everyone’s faces for as long as he can milk it.

And you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he treats you after hearing that. Despite always calling you his ‘servant’ or his ‘human’, you’d think your roles were reversed. Mammon spoils you every chance he gets, buying you clothes and trinkets, filling the spaces in your room with the things he knows you like, monopolizing you completely until nearly everything you own is a gift from him.

Your words also help soothe that jealousy of his a little. Only a little, though. It’s easier to watch you talk to other demons when he knows he’ll always be your first man.

“Didja really have to stay after class that long? I know you were talkin' to that demon that lent you a book, but you outta ask ME for stuff! Tch... you're lucky I'm in a good mood today! But I guess I don't have to worry about some low level demon like that, seein' as I'm your favorite!"

Levi

Wait wait wait....Come again? Did you seriously just say what he think you said..? That had to be a mistake! Some kind of...uh..verbal typo! Because there’s absolutely, positively, NO WAY in all of the nine layers that he could be your favorite demon. And yet you still insist that you’re telling the truth, and Levi feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.

Red faced and stammering up a storm, Levi looks like he might die. Is it really okay for a shut-in otaku to feel this giddy? Seriously, he hasn’t felt like this since he got his hands on a signed copy of a Ruri Hana audio drama! No no, this definitely beats that!

You’ve managed to inflate his nearly nonexistent ego, and now he feels like there’s nothing he can’t do! Maybe he could even go to Majolish right now?? THAT’S how good he’s feeling!

Almost as bad as Mammon in keeping it a secret. He doesn’t tell anyone right away, but they’re suspicious when they notice how much time he’s spending out of his room. And then when he and Mammon get in another petty argument, he drops the bomb that he’s your favorite demon in the entire Devildom, and you can guess how things go from there.

“Uuuoooo...!!!!! I've decided..! Since I've got a serious stat buff, I'm going to open a booth at the next convention coming up..! I'll sell my Ruri-chan fan art and spread her influence all over the Devildom! I'd never have the guts to do it normally, but I feel like I could do anything right now! Y-you'll go too, won't you MC?"

Satan

You nearly made this man spit tea all over his book, and now he’s coughing and spluttering and trying to figure out what could’ve prompted what he’s taking as a confession. You.. do realize what you’re saying, don’t you? And you know the kind of effect your words have on him?

Satan isn’t the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so you have to look for his subtle expressions to tell how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing subtle about the redness of his ears and how he’s begging you not to look at him right now. For the sake of his sanity, give him a minute to recoup.

When he does recover, he agrees to keep it a secret for obvious reasons. And it’s hard to tell that he’s in a good mood, other than the fact that he hasn’t tried to pull any pranks on Lucifer lately. But Asmo sees all, and literally hounds him into spilling the tea.

He tells him a lie of course, but now the other brothers are noticing just how happy he is. Satan's smiling way too much today, isn't he? And he didn't even get mad when Beel got whipped cream on his jacket! Well, not THAT mad, anyway.

"Haaah... everyone's been harassing me all day, claiming I'm smiling a lot. I'm sure I look the same as I always do, but I'll admit that I've been happy ever since you told me that this morning. Wait.. you did think I've been grinning too, do you? I have??"

Asmo

Asmo always jokes about being your favorite and announces it as if the two of you are married, but when you actually confirm that his longing for you isn’t one sided, he ends up smearing lip balm across his cheek in shock. Did you... really say that just now? He knew it all along, but hearing it like that is just...!

Ooooh, he’s so happy he can hardly contain himself! Asmo throws his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses until you feel sticky from lip balm, wipes your face clean, then marks it up all over again. Good luck getting rid of him, because he might never let go.

Immediately posts it to Devilgram. Did you really think he’d let such a momentous occasion go unannounced? You must not have been paying attention to the kind of person he is! Asmo would put you on a pedestal in front of the world like a precious jewel if he were able, but this’ll have to do. He won’t hide his love at all!

Of course, the others don’t take too kindly to it, not that he cares. He never leaves your side, pampers you like crazy, and has even attempted to get you to move into his room. Lucifer put an immediate stop to that, though. Boo...

“I just can't get enough of you, MC! Just being near you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it! You'll take responsibility for what you're doing to me, won't you? And in exchange, I'll take my time showing you just how much I love you. After all, you're my favorite, too!"

Beel

Beel never has a problem with choking while he eats, and it comes as naturally as breathing. Unfortunately neither of that applies right now, since you just made him choke on a meatball sub.

He usually takes your words with quiet acceptance, but this might be the most emotion you've ever witness from the stoic demon. His eyes are wider than that time that laid on an entire gingerbread mansion, sparkling up with such deep emotion you wouldn't be surprised if he cried. Instead he softens up and immediately embraces you.

...And doesn't let go. Sandwich long forgotten, he's been carrying you around all day, and ignoring any questions or protests from his brothers. Also insists on feeding you throughout the day. The food tastes better when he can enjoy it with you, so why not just bring you everywhere?

When he isn't carrying you, he's following you around subconsciously, either close up against you like a protective wall, or just far enough that you're within his line of sight. As far as not telling anyone, he... tells Belphie immediately. It was an accident though, since there's not much he keeps from his twin.

"MC, I won a meal ticket for Godevil Chocolatier. Let's get something for dessert today. Ah, you can get as much as you want, too. I really want to see what things you choose. They might become my favorites."

Belphie

There's nothing in this world that can wake Belphegor from his sleep, unless he allows it. No loud noises, no amount of shaking or smacking, and not even dragging him around the house. But the moment you whisper that he's your favorite demon, the Avatar of Sloth is wide awake.

Hey, you're not just saying weird things to get a reaction, are you? Because if so, this is a new level of cruel. Yet you confirm that you mean it and swear him into secrecy, and Belphie tries his best not to show how happy he is. A smile keeps creeping up on his face that he struggles to force down. It's annoying...

As funny as it’d be to tell everyone the news, he's good at keeping secrets. Instead, you've noticed that he's been sleeping a little less that before. When he does take one of his hundreds of naps, he finds some way to be closer to you. He's even been seen sleepwalking to your exact location somehow-

It's hard for him to believe that you're not teasing, though. How could HE be your favorite demon here? Belphie doesn't do anything special to win you over, yet after everything he put you through, you like him enough to deep him your favorite?

"You're weird, MC. I mean... me? I won't deny that I'm really happy though, but I guess I'm in disbelief. You should spoil me even more until I believe you. Lend me your lap for a few hours, okay?" "...I wonder what Lucifer would think if I told him, heheh."

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themaladpativedaydreamer · 2 years

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The Power of Heartbreak - Stiles Stilinski x Male reader

Scott, Stiles and Y/n have been friends from childhood, The Troublesome Trio they would call themselves. They’ve been through it all together from Scott being bitten to his first full moon, and with Stiles being possessed by the Nogitsune or just dealing with the supernatural in general. Through the highs and lows their friendship stood strong. Y/n can definitely say he loves Scott and Stiles just in different ways.

Y/n and Scott have always seen each other as brothers, they loved each other platonically. However Y/n looked at Stiles in a different way, Y/n always had a crush on the sarcastic boy. Y/n loved every bit of him from his sarcasm and wit to his hyper activeness and awkward deposition. Scott was obviously able to tell, with the way Y/n’s heart would beat in Stiles’s presence or how Y/n would unconsciously be staring at Stiles.

Y/n finally thought that Stiles felt the same way when he told Y/n about a crush he had on someone. Y/n walked into school and went over to his locker and found Stiles waiting by it. “Hey Stiles.” he greeted with a smile, “Y/n! Hey! So I need some advice, I think that today is the day that I finally ask them out.” Stiles replied with a serious expression. “Are you sure? You know you don’t have to. Just do it when you’re comfortable.” Y/n advised, hoping with all his heart Stiles would ask him.

Stiles then took a breath in and out and walked over to Malia. He pulled a flower out from his bag which had a note attached. Malia read the note and happily nodded while giving Stiles a kiss on the cheek. Stiles pulled her in for a hug and Y/n knew exactly what happened. He had a crush on Malia. She was the person he wanted to ask out. Y/n looked into his locker to hide the tears that were on the verge of spilling out.

Y/n had to spend the entire day watching Malia and Stiles either send each other longing glances in class or being over affectionate during lunch. Stiles noticed how quiet Y/n had been, he tapped his shoulder and mouthed ‘Are you okay’, Y/n pulled a fake smile and nodded before staring out into space again playing with his food. Scott noticed the amount of pain Y/n was in and pulled him away from the group. Scott gave Y/n a comforting hug which made tears begin to spill from his eyes.

Stiles got from the table stating he was going to check on Scott and Y/n, when he did find them. He saw Y/n in tears and Scott rubbing his shoulder affectionately. “Hey, what’s wrong? Y/n, have you been crying? What happened?” Stiles questioned quickly. “Nothing, I just have a headache, I’m gonna go home and lie down.” Y/n said speed walking away from the two. Stiles turned to Scott “I know that was a lie but why won’t he talk to me?”, to which Scott patted his shoulder and said “I can’t tell you that.”

Y/n was coming out of the office with a slip allowing him to leave school early, he was walking through the empty passages and was pulled into a vacant classroom by someone. That someone was Stiles, “Now that we’re finally alone. Do you finally want to tell me what's wrong? What’s actually wrong?” Stiles spoke, worried. ”It doesn’t matter, Stiles. Just leave it alone.” Y/n spoke trying to leave but Stiles blocked his exit. Stiles grabbed Y/n’s arm which sent sparks through his arm, like Stiles touch normally did, forcing Y/n to meet Stiles’s brown eyes.

“Fine. You hurt me Stiles, even though you didn’t mean to and you were unaware but you did. I love you Stiles, I always have. I wanted so long for you hoping you would feel the same way but you never did and when you told me you had a crush, I thought it was me. Maybe it’s my fault for waiting too long or falling in love with you to begin with but it hurts Stiles. I hate the way I feel. I just can’t be here and do this…” Y/n cried and took the chance to leave the classroom leaving a stunned Stiles with tears threatening to spill.

Y/n got home and immediately went to his room and shut the door. He closed and locked his window in case any werewolf would try to enter. He plugged his earphones in trying to escape from the world listening to music. Two knocks sounded on his door and the person on the other side sighed. “Y/n, please I know you’re in there. Can we just talk?” Stiles’s voice sounded from outside his room. Y/n shut his eyes to prevent more tears from escaping.

“Look I know that I hurt you and I’m sorry. If I had known… maybe things would’ve been different. I don’t know– I just want you that I never would’ve wanted this” Stiles said, his voice cracking at parts, before the sound of his footsteps started fading away from Y/n’s room. Y/n felt heartbroken that Stiles was with another. Y/n felt angry with himself for letting himself love Stiles that way, and for letting him bring him to tears. Y/n walked in front of his mirror. His eyes were red. His appearance was dishevelled. Y/n stared intensely at his reflection, the mirror then shattered…

#Stiles Stilinski x male reader #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf imagines

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monodipita · 3 years

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ANGEL (Yandere!Angel x Reader)

Words: 1,930

Warning: Yandere content

A/N: This is one of the tamest yandere pieces I've wrote, I think. I hope you enjoy it.

Silence was only broken by the ambient noise that played on the TV and the soft whimpers of someone's voice, otherwise, the air was incredibly still in this apartment.

He stood above them. This poor person who was at the complete and utter mercy of Angel, whose touch could kill anyone if they touched long enough. His deep brown eyes lingered on their body while his hands hovered inches off of their face. Tears rolled down the person's face while they were forced to stare up at him.

"I'm going to ask again. You've already lost about a year of your life with your uneventful answers," Angel spoke. "Please, I've told you again and again, I don't know where [Y/N] is!" The feminine voice cried out quickly after Angel's statement. "But you do," Angel retorted, "[Y/N] has been seen in this apartment complex four times. That means walking by this door four times. Four encounters."

He was trying to piece together something, but you couldn't quite tell what it was. You hovered nearby for the sake of trying to find out what his game plan was, but at the expense of (almost) making your presence known... it wasn't easy getting into this apartment after Angel stepped in, but you wormed in and made yourself comfortable out of sight. You could only pray that he didn't see you, or hear you.

But there was something about all of this that you couldn't quite wrap your head around. Was he trying to figure out if you lived here? Because you didn't. No, your mentor lived here... and it was just normal for you to visit her when you had the time to, outside of work.

"I-I-I don't know..." the voice sobbed, "I have a family! Please don't keep doing this to me!"

It was sickening. Angel was repeatedly threatening this person's life by... touching her. No one could underestimate the power of his hands touching a mere human... even a simple grab of the hand could cost you two months. You could only bitterly imagine what it must've been like to be caressed by him. What it was like to have his face cup your hands. How much of your life would he take away then? You couldn't answer that question clearly, but the person he was interrogating, could.

"No, no no no, PLEASE!" She yelled, before a loud scream erupted from her lips while Angel's hands touched her face. Seconds pass, every one of them feeling like a grueling eternity that made your stomach churn. It was a total of ten seconds before Angel removed his hands. "You're in luck! I only took about a month away. We're nearing that threshold, though, and that can be scary ... so I would start talking now. So, I will ask this question again, Miss. Please answer it to the best of your ability."

He was growing too impatient to keep pestering this person, you could tell. Angel was lazy, and though he surprised you with the amount of effort he put into doing all of this, you knew he couldn't keep it up for long. Especially when it was reaching dead ends like it was now. Angel cleared his throat, "you may be aware of a person named [Y/N] [L/N] that comes into this apartment complex every Tuesday and Thursday around the same time in the afternoons. I know you see [Y/N] because you're a stay-at-home wife. So, I am asking you again. It's... early in the evening," he checked his watch before looking back down at the person. "And [Y/N] wasn't here today. Did something happen."

There was more silence to be followed before the person began to sob again... wail, really. It was distressing to hear. To know that someone was dying because of you really didn't sit well on your mind, or on your stomach.

"This will all be over soon. You've told me all I need to know." Angel's eyes hooded.

"N-n-no, please," the helpless voice uttered over Angel's, "I-I want to live! Please! I don't even know who [Y/N] [L/N] is!! PLEASE, NO!-" Their cries were ... blended, almost. If anyone could make aging be heard, it was Angel, while he took someone's life through simply touching their skin. You still couldn't quite wrap your head around that fact.

You stifled a cry and clamped your hand over your mouth to silence yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. Why? Why would he do this? What did this person do to deserve the touch of death? For just living here, was that it?

A yawn characteristically came from Angel's mouth before he stepped over the person's body, tucking his hands in his pockets as he stopped at the door. He stood there for a moment before he he turned his head, beautiful locks tumbling down his back as he looked around with narrowed eyes. You did your best to stay quiet in the corner you were in, you didn't want to draw attention to yourself and risk him knowing that you were here.

The longer he stayed at the door though, the more you found yourself beginning to question why you were even here in the first place... but you knew why. He was acting strange. He had been acting strange ever since that little date the two of you went on.

Ice cream. It wasn't a very romantic setting and it was actually one he and Aki Hayakawa frequented quite often, but something about this particular day happened to set him off. You treated him to something nice after he proved to be helpful against a devil you couldn't get close to—so it was just the two of you this time, Aki was nowhere in sight. A lot of the time you two spent together at that time was spent toward speaking about things, such as the ice cream you ate, how he saved your life, and how you were thankful that he helped you out.

Angel wanted to know so much about you after that—and was clingy, moreso than what you would've expected from someone like him, who seemed like he couldn't have gave a damn whether someone lived or died, as long as he wasn't bothered. In the days, maybe even weeks after leading up to now, he never really left you alone until you broke off from him to go home for the day. The days you went to visit your mentor, you linked up with him shortly after leaving the apartment complex, some ways away from it. You didn't quite think of it like you were thinking about it now, but looking back on it, there were clearly some things that were wrong here. How did he find out that you were coming to this apartment complex? Was he following you?

"I thought I heard something other than that woman when I walked inside."

"Gah!" You squeaked in fear, making your body jolt as your arm covered your face in self-defense. Angel found you, he finally found you. "F-fuck!"

"What are you doing here, [Y/N]?" He asked, "are you here to talk to whoever you're talking to?"

"W-why does that matter?" You stammer, as you find the courage to finally remove your arm from your face to look up at him. Why, he looked mental. His eyes looked like beads against his white sclera. What a terrifying expression to come back to—it made your heart leap into your throat. "I didn't feel like visiting my mentor today."

"Oh. Your mentor."

Silence between the two of you begins to pick up after that. Your heart felt like it was going to explode with how fast it was beating. So many questions had to be asked, but how could you ask them? You didn't even know what to say right now.

"Want to go get some ice cream?" He asked, as if everything that happened didn't just happen. You swallowed thickly at the question asked and looked around nervously. Did you beat around the bush? Agree, and act like nothing happened in this room? Or did you face the fact that what Angel did was unforgivable?

Another gap of silence.

"Angel, you just killed an innocent human being for no reason," you stated the obvious. Your brows furrowed and you stared at him. "Do you have any idea what this means?"

"Mm, no," Angel shook his head, "I'm sure I don't really care, either." He then pointed to the door. "Do you want to get ice cream with me, [Y/N]?"

"A-angel!" You pressed him with your words. "You... you killed an innocent human being!"

"...why do I care?" He gave you a blank stare. "I was doing her a favor. Now, do you want to get ice cream with me?" He extended his free hand in the direction of your body. "I know you're going home soon, since this is your day off."

You stared at him, horrified by the lack of humanity within him. Well, he was a devil... so of course he didn't have any shred of humanity, but still, didn't he feel even an ounce of remorse over what he just did? None at all? "Y-you killed her because of me," you reiterated in a more... significant light. "Why?"

"Because I didn't see you come into the building today, so I went around asking," he responded and sighed before he shoved his hands into his pockets. He would know better than to touch someone he cared for if he didn't want them to die. "She was mean to me, so she suffered the consequences."

Those words worried you. "What do you mean you went around and asked?" You narrowed your eyes. "Did you..."

"Only to those who were rude." Angel calmly stated, "not a lot of them were even subjected to what this woman went through. But I know she saw you... she saw you every time you came up on this floor. I know she did. She proceeded to lie about it, and for lying, she had to be killed." He tilted his head. "Have I answered your questions enough? Can we go get ice cream now?"

So many people had their lives threatened because of you. That was a tough pill to swallow, wasn't it?

The sound of the door opening made your heart beat quicken again. Your eyes shot to the door to see him standing in the doorway with his eyes still on you. "Come on. I want to go get ice cream."

"...why... why did you do it?" You weakly asked him as you stumbled forward to meet him. "Why would you subject all of these people to torture? A-and for... for me..?" It just didn't sound right.

"It may not be a lot, but it's honest work. I try my best to keep you safe. I have to know where you are at all times to do that though, right?" Angel shrugged his shoulders. "Think of me as your guardian angel, maybe that'll make the pill easier to swallow. ...so, can we go get ice cream?"

"N-no," you gently push him out of the way so that you can leave the building. "We won't be doing anything of the sort. I'm going to go to the hunter's association and ask to be reassigned to another devil."

Angel stumbled back, but was quick to grab your arm.

"Not if you want to live, you won't." He narrowed his eyes. "We're together now. If I can't have you, no one else can."

#chainsaw man #csm angel #angel devil #angel chainsaw man #angel x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #reader insert #gender neutral insert

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bakugosbratx · 3 years

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Hiiii! CONGRATS on your milestone! You really deserve them and many more! I saw that request were open and would like to request some noncon/yandere Bakugou where if the reader doesn't cum in said time he will let her go and if she does he claims every single hole? Feel free to sprinkle in bdsm I like it all and I'm a masochist ^^

Warning: 18+ content. Sexual intercourse, masturbation, sex toy(s), cursing, yandere tendencies, abuse, noncon, dubcon, degrading, punishment, overstimulation, breeding kink, etc.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much. I love this idea. Yandere is one of my favorite things to write along with bdsm. I’ve actually been thinking of doing a personal one shot like this so I’m happy you requested it. Hopefully it meets what you’re looking for.

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You thought you were so slick, masturbating while the pro-hero was at work. You thought you were so clever buying that vibrator online. It was hidden inside a stuffed animal so when Katsuki glanced over your purchase before hitting submit, he never noticed. He thought it was just another stupid stuffed animal you wanted for your collection.

You kept the toy hidden inside the bear, but once Katsuki left, you unzipped the back to pull out the pleasure device. The amount of orgasms and cum you produced was more than you have in months. This was going to be your little secret and Katsuki will never even think to look. Except, you seem to not have noticed Katsuki had cameras. They are hidden, of course, but they are there.

They saw everything and so did Katsuki.

You’re used to Katsuki coming home in a mood when he had a long day at work and honestly, Katsuki could expect the same out of you. So, when Katsuki arrived home with his usual attitude, you didn’t notice.

“Y/N,” he called as he closed the front door behind him. His work boots were already off and resting by the couch along with his gauntlets, mask, gloves, and any other armor. You jogged over to him, a smile on your face as you approached the man.

“Welcome home, Katsuki!” You greet with enthusiasm, wrapping your arms around his neck and a soft kiss on the cheek. This was no different than your normal act you put on. Katsuki trained you to act this way, after all.

Katsuki’s hands rested on your plump ass, his red eyes clearly not showing the same amount of enthusiasm you held. When your irises met his, your smile dropped into a concern frown.

“Been good while I was away?” He asked as usual.

You nodded, “yes, sir.”

“Is that a lie?” Katsuki interrogated, raising an eyebrow. You started to sweat and tremble within his hold. Sadly, he noticed.

“No, not at all.” You managed to utter out. A little too quick for your own good.

Katsuki chuckled scornfully. “Really? Because,” his fingers reached into the front of your pants to swipe your delicate pussy. You started to become flustered as he pulled out his slick covered fingers, clicking his tongue at his confirmed suspicion. “You’re one wet little girl.”

“I-I,” you stammered, tears welling in your scared eyes. You mentally cursed yourself for not keeping track of the time. You were enjoying time with your new toy when you heard the door unlock and Katsuki call your name. Your whole core is a slick covered mess and Katsuki knows about it.

“Bedroom,” he delivers a hard slap to your ass with one hand while pointing towards the hall with the other, “Now.”

Not pushing your luck, you did as your told. Katsuki was closely behind you, his dark crimson eyes glaring at the back of your skull. You should have known better than to think you were going to get away with this. Now, you have to suffer through whatever punishment Katsuki feelings like handing out tonight.

Walking inside the bedroom, Katsuki examined the room. The only thing out of place was the soaked gray towel laying on the wooden bed frame. You did not have time to hide it. You could lie about the towel, the vibrator? Not so much.

“I-I’m sorry, K-Katsuki.” You whined as he grabbed the towel. He shook his head.

“I’m sure you are. Strip.” He ordered. You did exactly that.

You stood still, the air hitting your soaked cunt. Goosebumps arises on your arms and you shiver slightly. Katsuki eyes your slick covered pussy and thighs.

“Bend over the bed, slut.” Katsuki demands, pointing towards the bed. Tears are streaming down your face as you do as your told. He spreads your legs apart more so your cunt can weep some more. Using the soaked towel, he cleans you up. You let out pathetic apologies and whimpers, but this did not make Katsuki any less angry.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You repeat with a sniffle, hoping he will show you some mercy when he punishes you. You both know he is a merciless man, though. Your apologies are useless.

Giving your ass another hard slap like earlier, you let out a yelp. “Stand up.” Katsuki orders. As expected, you listen. Katsuki retrieves a dry towel from the bathroom and lay it down on the bed. Your heart is racing and you are clearly nervous.

“Lay down on your back.”

You lay down on your back. Katsuki grabbed your wrist and tied rope around it then proceed to attach it to the bedpost. He did the same action with each limb so you are spread eagle on the bed. So many questions raced through your mind. You didn’t dare ask what his cruel mind wanted to do to your exposed body, but his devious smirk and invading gaze did not help you draw good conclusions.

You were too busy in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Katsuki retrieving your teal vibrator. Your eyes grew wide as he shake it in front of your face. All the dots are connecting and now you understand why he is so mad.

“Look familiar?” He chuckled. “Thought you would really get away with it, didn’t you? I’ve done told you I see everything.”

“Katsuki—“

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. I don’t want to hear your bullshit excuses and pathetic apologies for the rest of the night. You’ve done lied to me more than once. I need to teach your lying ass a lesson.” Katsuki scolds.

Turning the sex toy on the highest setting possible, he lays the vibrator on your sensitive clit. You automatically moan and sob. Katsuki snickers.

“Such a selfish whore. Always want your pussy pleased, but never want to pleasure me in return.” He growls them walks closer to you and grabs your chin so you are forced to meet his gaze. “That changes today. I’ll make you a deal. You don’t cum within,” he gazed at his Rolex then back at you,” ten minutes, I’ll let your ass go. If you cum, though, you are stuck with me for good and I’m going to stuff every hole you got. Deal?”

Not giving you much of an option, you nod. You so desperately want to escape Katsuki. You miss normalcy. You miss your friends and family. You miss the freedoms of being a normal human being. This is your ticket out, you better take it.

Gently slapping your cheek, he smirks. “I’ll come back to check on you in a bit. Have fun, cum loving slut. I’ll have fun stuffing you later.”

You watched as Katsuki left the room. Your moans filled the empty space and your pulsating cunt is already begging for dear release. You struggle against the restraints, panting and whining. You wanted out. Katsuki did not tie the rope gently at all. Even if you were strong, these restraints would be hard to escape from.

What was once enjoyable is now being used as punishment. Regrets seep in. You have already overstimulated your poor pussy today. You are exhausted and all you wanted to do is rest, but the loud vibrations are preventing you from doing so. You attempted to withhold your cum. You wanted to so badly. Not only for a chance of freedom, but you will be dammed if Katsuki fills your holes. You did not want that man’s filthy hands anywhere near you let alone his erected cock.

You did your best to wiggle the device off of your clit, but it was no use as an orgasm arise. Gasp escaped your lips as your pussy cried. Your cum covered your cunt, vibratory, and even squirted onto the bed. You began to feel flustered, but your punishment was not over with. You have several more minutes left and Katsuki does not plan on coming in a minute too early. You will be covered in your own arousal by the time he arrives.

Just like he wanted.

You reached your climax again and again, leaving the towel, sex toy, cunt, and thighs soaked. You’re sweating, panting, and out of moans to release. Another orgasm overcame you when Katsuki walked in. A smug grin was plastered on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you meet your next high. This made it even worse.

“I came just in time. I get to see you be a filthy slut in person.” Katsuki teased. You wanted to glare at him, but your eyes are rolling back and any insult came out as incoherent babbles. Your pussy released more cum much to your dismay and Katsuki’s enjoyment. Embarrassment washed over you as Katsuki came over to pick on you some more.

“You done squirtin’ yet?” He snickered. “You soaked the whole damn bed.”

“Katsuki, please,” you whine and struggle against the restraints, “make it stop.”

“Aw, is someone going to cum again, isn’t she?” Katsuki coo’s, faux sympathy clear in his tone. You shake your head no, but by your lewd faces, he can tell your close again. He glances at your whimpering pussy then back at you. “Yeah, you are. Go ‘head and cum for me. I know you got plenty in there.”

You don’t even have the energy to protest anymore. Any fight you have left has vanished as you release, closing your eyes in the process. Katsuki was sure to watch every moment of it, too.

Katsuki removed the vibrator, turning it off. You let out a sigh of relief, but that relief is short lived once you remember the deal. Katsuki is not going to wait until you are ready to be quote-on-quote ‘stuffed.’ No, he is a man with needs that you agreed to meet if you failed your part. You were doomed from the start, in all honesty. There was no way you were going to succeed and you both knew that.

You were untied, sitting up on the towel. You did not enjoy sitting in your pool of cum, but as usual, you have no say in the matter. Your eyes never left Katsuki as he put back the items. Before putting the sex toy away, he looked at you with the slick covered device in his hand.

“We’re keeping this for future use.” Katsuki smirked. You sigh, regretting even buying the damn thing to begin with. It was only a matter of time until Katsuki got his greedy calloused fingers onto it.

Katsuki returned over to you, looking down at you with disgust. That almost felt worse than the punishment itself. Yes, you hated Katsuki, but somehow, you still craved his approval. You did not like making him unhappy. Your body and bones depended on you making him happy.

“Like sitting in your own filth?” He arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“No.” You answer, bowing your head down in shame.

“Why? Don’t like being reminded how much of a disgusting whore you are?” Katsuki tsk. He has always been the degrading type, but when he is angry and trying to prove a point, he is much worse.

“No.” You replied, whimpering slightly. You refused to look at him, but you know he is enjoying this. He enjoys putting you in your place. He enjoys winning.

Katsuki began taking off the rest of his work clothes. His erected cock is already throbbing from watching you bust everywhere. He may not have been in the room physically, but he sure did enjoy watching you downstairs on the flat screen. He didn’t even need to turn on the sound because your moans traveled down to the living room.

“Get in the position I like you in.” Katsuki instructed. Tears stream down your face. You didn’t want to do it. You’re tired and just the thought of Katsuki putting his length deep within you disturbed you emotionally.

“You deaf or somethin’?” Katsuki growls as he grabs you by your hair and gets close to your face. “I said get in the fuckin’ position.”

You scurry to do as your told, Katsuki letting go of your hair so you can do so. Face down, ass up is Katsuki’s favorite position to fuck you in. He loves seeing all of your exposed holes to please and toy with. Call him greedy, but he knows you secretly enjoy it too. At least, that is what he tells himself as he makes you moan out his name.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Katsuki praises as you get into position. He spreads you open more so he can get a nice view of all of you. Your cunt is damp and ready for Katsuki’s length, but he is deciding to be nice. “Which hole you want me to fuck first?”

Neither, you thought.

“Any.” You huffed out, wanting this over with already. Your annoyed tone bought you a hard slap to your ass. You wince in pain.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You cry, instinctively. “My pussy, please.”

Katsuki rubs your ass cheek in approval. His hands hold onto your hips, positioning you the perfect angle to take all of his dick. The tip rest at your weeping entrance then proceeds to slide inside. You cry out in pleasure and pain. No matter how wet you are, no matter how many times Katsuki has sex with you, your cunt will never be able to handle all of his girth. Your tight walls will always hug his length to his enjoyment. Katsuki just can’t get enough.

Katsuki continued his constant rough rhythm, delivering a few slaps to your ass and thighs in the process. He loves seeing your ass bounce as he thrust deep into you. The way you sing him beautiful melodies of moans, groans, and whines just encourages his behavior.

“Katsuki—“ You cry, incoherently, as he hits your ass again.

“What’s the matter? Too much dick for ya?” Katsuki mocks. “Bet that stupid little toy of yours can’t make you feel this good. Look at you, can’t even make coherent sentences. Such a,” he grunts as his dick twitches deep inside you, “dumb fuckin’ slut.”

You grip the bedsheets as Katsuki pushes down on your tailbone to move a slightly different angle. Your breast still bounced though they were pressed against the soaked cotton beneath you. You tried to muffle your moans, but Katsuki will not allow that to happen. He wants to hear you stroke his ego. He wants to be reassured he is making you feel this amazing.

Katsuki continued pumping into your sore cunt until he met his goal. You have no choice but to milk every single drop he has to offer. Once you are nice and full of his cum, he taps your putter thigh.

“Sit up.”

As commanded, you sit up. Your back is pressed against Katsuki’s chest. His hand hugs your neck, squeezing it nicely. You cough slightly, looking up at him.

“Think I better take care of this mouth of yours next. Seems to get you in the most trouble.”

“Please no.” You whisper, more tears falling. Katsuki releases your throat, now holding your chin, and brushes them away with his thumb.

“Don’t want me to stuff your dirty little mouth, hm?”

“I’ll be good, Katsuki.” You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, doing your best to sound small. He liked when you sound weak. “I promise.”

“Y’know better than to make promises you can’t keep. You’ve broken several of them already. Be a good girl for me and get on your knees.”

“Yes, Katsuki.”

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But It’s Better If You Do

Trying to keep your relationship with your professor was easy enough, until you learned that someone had found out about it.

words: 7,424 tags: manipulative!peter, explicit noncon/dubcon elements, degredation, implied overstimulation, blackmailing, kidnapping, college student and professor relationship,

a/n: whew this had a lot of words compared to what i usually write. plus, since im bad at titles, i’ll just use my fav song titles lmao. (ps. erik lehnsherr aka magneto is here and im just glad i could put him in my little fictional world bc im d biggest slut for him)

A complete lie, you just did not want to deal with college fuck boys.

The man in front of the class was practically pouring his heart out into the lecture. The chalkboard was filled with white letterings from left to right, not knowing where to start as you take down notes.

“It is important to keep in mind that bimolecular structure and function are dictated by the properties of the medium in which they are dissolved,” your professor explains while continually pacing from one end to the other among the students seated at the first row.

You decided to seat around the middle to the last row, knowing it was the least obvious way for other students in the class to notice how much you fawn over your Organic Chemistry professor rather than the subject itself.

Honestly you could listen to him talk for hours. All those information he had been discussing would not actually process through your thoughts. You knew that better than anyone.

But who honestly would invalidate your reason? Everyone can probably relate to hating Chemistry, no matter what subcategory it is.

Considering that this was probably one of the most difficult courses you had in your program. You were just thankful and lucky enough you landed on one of the hottest professors amongst the campus.

“Hey what did Professor Lehnsherr say about the problems during synthesis of proteins?” Peter asks.

In spite of being fortunate about everything else about this subject, you were not quite happy about Peter Parker following you around like a lost puppy. Especially during the classes you both have alike.

The boy constantly asks so much questions as if you were the teacher already. In addition, he seemed smart enough to figure things out yet somehow he keeps on bugging you for reassurance.

You did not want to be rude. He has not done anything to completely deserve your rage, however he was definitely getting on your nerves.

Honestly you would not want to be infuriated over his consistent queries, but you were just as distracted as he was, maybe even more. With this, you were looking dumber to him each day.

To anyones pride, it was probably a kick in the stomach. You knew you were not the brightest in this class, but it was best to leave the information to yourself. No need for anyone to point out how mindless you were.

And you really were not. You had other Science subjects you totally excel at. Sadly, Chemistry was just not one of them.

“Well, uh, I don’t think I got that part either.” You look aside where he was seated and awkwardly smiled at him before mentioning an apology, “Sorry, Peter.”

In return, Peter smiled at you and dismissed the question. You were not so sure whether to forget about it or take even the least bit of offense. You felt a little mocked by how easily he did it and innocently he smiled, but maybe you were just overthinking this through.

“It’s fine,” he tells. “I just didn’t get the third bullet, but I’ll try to review it in the textbook when I get home.”

“Oh okay, sure.”

“Speaking about reviewing,” Again, Peter tries to start another discourse.

“I was wondering if you got reviewers for the upcoming text for next week? We all know how difficult Professor Lehnsherr’s exams can get, right?” He lets out a forced chuckle, assuming it could lighten the mood.

As much as he tried to make small talks with you, almost everyday, today you really feel like you did not want to return the favor. Especially after having to bring up the test next week.

“I don’t really make reviewers, I usually just scan the books I have at home.”

Lies. You probably have a box full of index cards and sticky notes in your room.

You tried to use every studying tips every corner of the Internet could give. All those study-life hacks that really did not help much but pile up to your disorganized state of mind.

You fucking tried to study Chemistry. You really did.

“What, you don’t?!” He suddenly exclaims, not realizing the loudness of his voice as it almost caught the attention from people at front. “You seem to be busy all the time though. It’s like I always catch your writing or reading something in class.”

Maybe your mood was just off but it definitely seemed weird for him to say that. Though, you did not want to make something from what he said. It was not worth your time.

“I guess people are not always what they seem to be, yeah?”

Again, Peter gives out that soft chuckle and smile, “Then I guess so. You do make a point.”

He does not argue with you any further.

“Can I at least borrow your Physics book? I only bought Chemistry and Biotech for the semester. Didn’t know they would actually utilize it for once,” he scoffs.

At first you hesitated. You were reviewing for it too, but you already felt bad for being no help whenever he asks a question and often times disregarding him when your mood if off. Plus, you did just make it look like you were not much of a study-freak.

“Okay.”

He instinctively fist pumps the air and looks at you with a wide, grateful grin. “Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver, Y/N.”

“Don’t mention it.” You grab the book he needs from your bag and hands it to him. He accepts it and places it inside his while also clearing the rest of his things.

Looking at his digital wristwatch wherein he raised his index finger up as if he figured something out of it, he says, “He’s going to dismiss the class in a few minutes. We should get ready for Cell Biology next period.

Oh how you hated it. Were you jumping to conclusions? Or was this boy really trying to be too close with you? Or was he just being nice and informing you to prepare ahead?

God, you did not give Peter Parker the right to cloud up your thoughts like this.

“Thanks,” you say, “but I need to talk to Professor Lehnsherr after class. Have to, uh, consult him about my concept paper that he made us submit last week.”

As he tidies his notebooks up and carelessly shoves it inside his backpack, he immediately looks back at you with a confused expression, “Oh, I can always wait for you–”

“It’s fine, Peter. Thank you though.” Two of your hands were instinctively waving in front of you, a meek gesture for him to stop coddling you or whatever move he had been trying to make at you.

“Are you sure? I–”

And if you were ought to be saved further from lashing out over Peter’s incessant attempts, you finally heard the words any student was longing to hear. “Class dismissed. I’ll see you all on Monday.”

“Eri–err, Professor Lensherr just dismissed the class. Better catch up to him before he heads out,” you hurriedly said. And with a loud slam from your notebook, you quickly shut him out. In addition, you practically shoved every thing in front of you into your bag without sparing a second glance.

One strap of your back was slung over your shoulder as you hurriedly flew down the aisle. Professor Lehnsherr was midway into packing his things before you interrupted and approached him.

“Professor,” you call out. “I have a question. About the paper I handed in last week.”

“Uhuh.” He faintly furrows his eyebrows, trying to hide his already obvious bewilderment. “I forgot which assignment was that, Ms. Y/L/N.”

There were students still exiting in class. So you tried your best to make your conversation with him less suspicious. He was most likely doing the same.

“It was about the Chemistry-proposal thing.” You snapped your fingers a few times as you gathered your train of thought, but realizing it was not going effectively. “Well I just wanted to confirm it since, you know, I was hoping for any feedback from you throughout this week.”

“I’m not sure if I have read it. I’ve certainly been busy this week,” he clarifies. “Nonetheless, we can talk about it later. Thank you for bringing it up. I’ll make sure to follow it up in my schedule, Ms. Y/N.”

Both of you made your way out the door once there were only a minuscule amount of students left in class. You probably had been looking at your professor with gushing stares, but you doubt the other people in the room could notice it. They were farther away from where both of you stood, much less would they be able to hear what the two of your were talking about.

“Oh thank you so much, sir!” You almost cried out and jumped in joy while reaching through the threshold. Moreover, you composed yourself before mumbling out, “I’ll see you later, Eric.”

In which you were certain no one would have heard it besides him.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

“I’m sure you’ll get a good grade in the exams, Y/N,” Eric leans back to his seat with a humble smile upon his face.

“Really? I doubt so, there’s a kid in your class that keeps bugging me out to a study date, or whatever you call it,” you sneer. You lick your lips as you finish taking a sip around the wine glass, setting it down and looking back at the man you were having dinner with. “It’s getting very annoying though, he surely knows how to get on my nerves.”

“I’m sure he’s just trying to flirt with you, like any other college boys do.” He optimistically and maturely lays out the options. “It’s pretty normal for anyone to chase someone they are fond of, especially for young adults like you.”

It was a pretty obvious sign that he was trying to let his message reach you.

“Well, I apologize for my standards of men,” you say. “I just want to skip the whole heartbreak in college and character development. All that stuff you usually see in a typical teen romance movie.”

You sigh, looking down and saying, “I already found a man for me. Why would I stoop down for some guy who’s most likely wanting something from me, and dumping me once he got what he wanted.”

“Y/N, I don’t blame you for liking men that’s ten years older than you,” Eric assures. “But I want you to realize that you still have a lot to look forward after graduating

“And I look forward for you too!” You tried to not raise your voice, though having dinner in his house wouldn’t really catch anyones attention. “I can’t wait to finally graduate from second semester and be able to spend more time, publicly, with you.”

“Yes, I understand, honey.” He places his hand over yours as he tries to calm you down. “Like I said, I just want you to make sure that you’ve clearly thought this through.”

Eric adds, “There’s plenty of men out there. I don’t want to take away your opportunity of experiencing something new at such a young age.”

“I’m turning twenty-four! I promise you I’m thinking everything through.” Your voice was much weaker than a few seconds ago. The evident tone of strength fades even with one glance from the man in front of you. You felt yourself shrink in your seat. But you were sure he does not intend to frighten you into compliance.

“Sorry,” you pout. “Didn’t mean to raise my voice.”

“I understand, and I won’t pressure you any more tonight, okay?” He tries to uplift your mood, detecting quickly the shift of the room’s atmosphere. “You deserve a good dinner tonight, like I promised, sweetie.”

His smile made you calmer. It was then that you realized why you were attracted to a man like him even if he was still your teacher.

The way he handles you in any given situation so sensibly. Though it may feels intimidating at first, he consequently tries to override the tone of the conversation which cheers you up.

With one hand, he hold yours and gently draws it towards him at the same moment he leans his head down. Eric presses a kiss against the back of your hand and you butterflies immediately fill inside your stomach. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Every doubt you had entirely disappeared now. If there were hints of you hesitating to continue seeing Eric, they were certainly long gone now.

“Let me drive you home after dinner,” he offers, like the gentleman he is.

Eric always does make sure you get home safe. However, you both agreed that he drops you off at least a block away from your house. Just in case people around your neighborhood might catch you, or worse your parents.

It was not like you were ashamed of your relationship with Eric. Cautious was the term.

You were only a few months in seeing him. Fair enough, he was your second semester professor and the both of you met before that period.

You were not only risking the wrath of your parents once they hear you’re dating an older man, let alone your Chemistry teacher. But you were also putting him at risk if ever his faculty finds out.

Eventually, the two of you pack up and end your conversation. Other than talking about college, the two of you also talk more about yourselves which has progressed you into learning more about each other’s personalities and likes.

He helps you out of his house and into the passenger seat of his car. It had been more than thrice wherein he drove you home, and the familiar scent of leather and the typical Glad air fresheners has clung onto your nose. You strap on your seatbelt on just as he was getting inside the driver’s side.

The ride was not entirely dead silent. Eric made a few more small talks before finally turning a right which was where he usually drops you off. It amazes you how instantly he remembered the way to your home, as you instructed him the first time.

“Thank you for tonight, like always, Eric.”

As always, you made your way out of his car prior to giving him a kiss. You only had to walk straight ahead, glancing at your home which had one dim light illuminating through one window.

Upon entering the house, you figured your parents were already asleep and a hint of the living room lamp was present. Taking the benefit of not having to be interrogated by anyone, you rushed upstairs to your bedroom, turned on the lights, and immediately closed the door behind you with a sigh of relief. A smile was also visible after recalling your night with Eric.

As you made your way towards your bed, a piece of paper lays obvious in the middle of it. Your sheets were flattened and tidied, so you could obviously detect when something is placed on top of it. You have no memory of leaving it early in the morning before you left too.

When picking the paper up, you realized it was a piece of polaroid film. Its back was facing you, having no idea what to expect at the front.

At that point, the smile from your face turned into horror and all the color in you basically drained away.

The picture displayed you and Eric at one dinner night out from a few days ago, you still remember. It could have been anything but malicious, but the way his hand was intertwined with yours as both of you laugh away without worries. It was clear as day, the light shining perfectly at the both of you. Anyone can conclude what was happening in the picture.

You did not know this day would come. The picture was taken from Eric’s home to prevent such things like this from happening. So it puzzled you just as much at it terrified you.

This was definitely someone who had been stalking either one of you. It was not a mere instance like paparazzis who catch celebrities dating on the streets of New York.

Someone definitely have been observing the two of you.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

Days have passed, a week almost. Examinations are scheduled for tomorrow.

And you prayed that the picture you received would be the only thing terrorizing your dreams. But you were completely wrong.

From thereon, you started to receive more pictures, specifically one every morning and night, from your past hangouts with Eric. It were simple shots but had the power to completely jeopardize either one of you, mostly him at stake though.

It was obvious that the person behind this was definitely observing the two of you for a while. Probably even during the most earliest weeks when your relationship with him started.

Though it may seem unfair, you did not mention anything about it to Eric. It was enough the he was keeping with you, his job, and himself private – which clearly was not working out so well. You felt like it was your responsibility to handle this situation. You were so sure you did not try to publicize anything and kept it on the low.

Nevertheless, it was out there. Eric had not mentioned anything so you assumed he did not receive a picture like you did.

Currently, you were seated at the farthest row at the back of the room, somewhat near the corner. Physics was your last subject and you could not wait but finally leave.

In addition, you texted Eric that you would not be seeing him until after the exams. It was an easy excuse not to see him, saying that you wanted to focus on studying for it; however, you knew that you would just be busy thinking about the creepy stalker gallery you have been receiving.

“Hey.” Unsurprisingly, a familiar voice whispers next to you which disrupts your heavy train of thoughts. “You finished studying for tomorrow? I’m about to end my review with Chemistry later.”

“Cool.” Probably the one of the most basic replies in the universe. “I haven’t finished studying, I’m kind of dealing with a lot of things recently.”

You made sure to generalize your answer, but enough for him to sympathize and at least give you some space.

“Oh, sorry to hear about that.” Peter frowns. He takes his seat a few desks away from your left, leaving you to continue thinking. You were thankful for his gesture too.

Surprisingly enough the boy barely bothered you for the entire lecture. You were still engrossed on finding out whoever was stalking you, even so dating back to boys you evidently rejected during the first semester – who badmouthed you immediately afterwards. There were not a lot of names, so it was easy to remember who was who.

You traced back to each boy and remembered what they said after you told them you were not ready to enter a relationship – a complete lie, you just did not want to deal with college fuck boys.

Just as you expected from any of them, rumors have spread out about you which was mostly shaming you physically or mentally. Some were milder insults than the other yet at the end of the day you did not care.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. “Who was that boy at Liz’s party.”

Your eyes were sealed shut, recalling a list of names while using your thumb and middle finger to massage your temples. It was getting frustrating and mentally exhausting.

After some time, you had so much word filling in and our of your brain that you were not aware that your own name was being called. Your heart practically skipped a beat after hearing it the first time, assuming that you were being called to recite an answer. But you became content after seeing that it was just Peter, who started tapping your arm to get your attention.

“Huh?” You lightly shake your head before turning your head aside.

“Oh, class was dismissed a few minutes earlier than usual–”

“Don’t forget to answer the assignment regarding thermodynamic concepts found it the book. You’ll hand it in immediately on Wednesday.” The professor addresses the class as they were already carrying their bags and themselves out the room.

You start placing your stationeries inside yours, packing your other things up until it was only a pair of earphones and your phone left in front. Peter stood near the aisle while looking at you just as you were zipping your bag shut.

“Oh shoot, I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he states out of nowhere causing you to furrow your eyebrows at him. “I forgot I still haven’t returned your Physics book I borrowed last week.”

Nodding your head and standing up, you shrug it off. “It’s fine. You can return it tomorrow.”

“Sure, but how will you do your Physics assignment?”

Oh yeah. Your professor literally reminded the class a few seconds ago.

“I think I might be able to do it overnight. How many pages is the task?”

“Eight, or nine I think.” He frowns looking very guilty at you.

“Shit,” you swore. That was a lot of pages than the usual assignments given.

“Yeah, professor said it could help add points if you somehow get a bad grade at the tests.”

“Never mind,” you tried to set his mistake aside. “I’ll try to do it within overnight tomorrow. I can ask for help from my friend tomorrow morning and–”

“Wait! I realized you can stop by my apartment to get it.”

“Oh–er, Peter, I don’t think I have time to–

“It’s just nearby the campus, I promise,” he assures and adds, “it wouldn’t be a hassle, it’s probably on your way home anyway so it won’t make a difference.”

“Uhm.” You were doubtful of him.

However, you did realize that you did not have anything to do after class. You were keeping distance with Eric for the meantime which meant that your schedule was mostly vacant after this.

“Please,” he begs, “I feel so bad for keeping it the whole week. I swear it’s like a few blocks from here.”

“Would it take more than twenty minutes?” You purse your lips, convincing yourself that you would rather force yourself to study at home than spend it at someone’s apartment.

“I only take around ten minutes to walk so,” he answers. “Unless you’re a slow walker, of course.” The tone of his voice seeming to be joking.

Again, he pleads. This kid will not fucking budge.

“Fine,” you blurt out. Though, you realized your sudden-almost lash out moment at the boy that you made sure to reiterate it but slower, “I mean, sure. I can stop by your apartment to pick up my book.”

An awaited smile and sense of agreement washes over you.

Peter then leads the way as you walked behind him, maintaining a short distance so people would not throw out any suspicious looks. Like in every college, everyone knows just how fast gossips formulate and rumors spread.

If you think about it though, it might avert anyone’s suspicion – mainly pertaining to your creepy stalker – with you and your Professor. But you were not prepared for that yet, maybe some time when you can finally think about its consequences through.

True to his word, as the both of you exited the campus, it took a short time before the boy in front of you told that you were about to enter through the entrance to the building of his apartment. You were not so sure if it was really a momentary walk or because you were so focused on thinking and keeping a distance.

At some points he did often look back in case you got lost from following him. Plus, like always, he asked you simple questions either about your day or your subjects to make small talk. In which case, you were barely answering him but definitely progressed compared to when he attempted for previous times during class.

In addition, as the two of you walked down the block, the number of faces you could only assume was in college decreased. Meaning that the glares at you eased up.

“Well, here’s my location.” A loud huff follows as he uses a key to unlock the door for the entrance to the building, “It wasn’t that far, was it?”

“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t that far.” You agree as he holds the door for you and then walks right after you.

As Peter leads you upstairs onto around the fourth level, he proceeds to walk along the corridors. The array of same beige colored doors with small golden indents of unit numbers paraded along it too. Eventually he stops and inserts a key into the lock, twisting it until hearing the unlocking sound.

For a moment you hesitated to follow him. You just wanted your book and you were sure he can give it to you on a shorter span than your walk from campus to here. Was it that troublesome?

Entering his complex, you discovered how minimalistic it looked. To be fair it seemed quite small, the living room instantly greeting you through the entrance and a kitchenette at the side. But since his things were tidied up, it looked roomy.

You instinctively close the door behind you, slightly aware that it did not create a locking sound. Following Peter, you took a few more steps until you stood still at the passageway between his living room and entryway.

“Do you want a drink?” Peter asks.

“No thank you.” You were still trying to subtle. “I just want my Physics book, Peter. Please?”

He looked at you and paused for a split second. You could feel the frown behind the expressionless look. “Yeah. Okay. Sure,” he nods for a few times before turning around and proceeding to a seemingly narrow hallway. “I’ll get it in my room. Be back in a second.”

Your feet faintly paced back and forth, still where you stood a few meters between the entrance and living room. After a few more minutes, Peter emerges carrying the familiar book with one hand.

He approaches you within a few stops but stops in his tracks, leaving a distance from you. “Well uh,” he starts as his chin was tucked.

“I just want to tell you something before I hand you back your book.” He looks up at you with really pleading eyes. During other instances in university, you were definitely familiar with that look. However, this one probably ranked as one of the most downhearted ones.

You did not want to feel regretful for him. Though it definitely feels like you just kicked a puppy.

“Was is it?”

“I love you,” he blurts out as his face goes back from hiding and looking down.

It seemed awkward. You were somewhat expecting it, but you were also hoping that this day would not come – or not at least until you graduate and leave the university.

“Oh.” You honestly did not want to react.

Were you going to say sorry? How about thank you? Would it be better if you said you did not like him back? Or will the best response be that you are already taken?

“Peter, I–”

“Are you really dating Eric?” He shots up with eyes appearing almost teary.

What. The. Fuck.

“No,” you mutter. It was not much of an answer to his question. It was more on being quite horrified as your mind started jumping to conclusions.

The amount of things running around your mind right now was immeasurable.

Firstly, anyone could make two and two out of what he said, especially knowing that no one knows it even so around your circle of friends.

Secondly, you should have thought better. Your doubts with Peter should have been grater and you totally underestimated him. However, some part of you prayed that he was just an annoyingly awkward nerd who follows his friends regarding flirting tips.

Lastly, you turned around and ran.

You probably got your way with opening the door and taking two steps out. It was not long before you felt arms wrap around your waist and either side of your arms. You were then lifted and pulled behind while you tried to kick at the air as an escape. Did not work though.

Peter was surprisingly stronger than you thought. He already seemed fairly muscular at class, hiding behind those long sleeved sweaters and flannels.

Eventually the last thing you remember was the image of the door of his apartment open while you get sucked into the room further. Everything went black afterwards.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

When you felt that you were slowly restoring to consciousness, you were aware of the pounding at the back of your head and your arms.

You tried to move your hands, wanting to press against the parts of your body that were aching. But you felt incapacitated as your wriggled your wrists around and felt an unfamiliar sticky fluid enveloping around them.

“Glad you’re awake,” a voice says. “Does your head hurt?”

You tried to open your eyes, the dark lighting of the room not cooperating with your vision. A light from the window and a lamp were the only things that helped you form something out of the void.

From there you saw Peter Parker sitting closely beside you at the edge of the bed.

Hell please let this be a nightmare.

“What–” You groan, “What do you want from me.”

Your mind was building up your anger yet your body says otherwise. You felt exhausted and heavy.

Peter shushed you in a caring manner, “We’ll talk when you feel better. I’ll let you get more rest okay, sweetie?”

“Uhh.”

That was what you could remember the most. If you have awoken for other times in between your sleep, then you surely did not have an idea of it.

When you finally woke up, the level of your grogginess felt little to none already. You looked around and saw that the room was still dark and seemingly still nighttime.

As your head was twisting from side to side, you saw Peter appear from the doorway carrying a translucent cup filled with water in one hand. “Hey, you’re finally awake.”

Instead of replying to him, your wrists writhe beneath the fluid that you are still not familiar of. You could not really look up to get a good view of what it was, but it was wet, sticky, and felt like super glue.

On the other hand, both your legs, ankles, and feet were free. The back of your thighs bounced against the bed as you struggled, but it would not do much since your arms were practically stuck.

“Fuck,” you grumble.

“That won’t help. You’re pretty much stuck there,” he says, Then he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, alike where you remembered him positioned from earlier, “Might as well talk to me until I let you go.”

“Okay then, when will you let me go?” Your voice was calm hoping you could talk your way out of this mess.

“If you behave for me like a good girl, okay?”

Shivers went up your spine as you cringed at his statement.

Immediately, your mood shifts from calm to furious after hearing his disturbing bargain. Then purposely rolling your eyes for him to see. “How the hell will I behave if you’re a creepy stalker! You disgust me!”

Peter hums, displaying a look wherein he seems like he was thinking. You were not sure if it was sarcastic or not, either way it annoyed the hell out of you. “Creepy stalker sounds overstated, it was more on being curious.”

You scoff as well as exclaim, “You sent me photographs of me and Eric at his house! Fucking hell, Peter.”

“Oh yeah that part.” He slyly pouts his lips to the side as he comes to realize what he had done, “I guess it was a bit creepy–” “What do you mean a bit? That was invasion of privacy!”

Despite being trapped, both your hands balled into a fist, feeling very furious at his dense answers. “I was living my own life! I kept my relationships to myself,” you cry out.

“Yes, but you weren’t completely living your life,” he whispers while gently combing his hair through the front of your hair. “You deserve much more than someone who couldn’t proudly tell that you’re his girl. Is he even a man? Do you really enjoy that kind of life, sweetie?”

“We were happy,” you weep. The evident crack on your voice was a signal that you were about to cry though you were not sure if it was because you were held hostage or because you were worried for Eric.

No one would understand your situation with him right now. Especially Peter.

“Trust me you weren’t,” he scoffs. “You deserve so much more, and I can give you that.”

“I’d rather be alone forever than be with you, asshole!” Your voice was inconsistent, clearly affected by how fast Peter’s mood also shifts quickly.

You also figured you were not looking entirely fresh while crumbling beneath him. Drops of tears and sweat were all over your face and neck, both your eyelids felt swollen, and your nose was almost stuffed.

Peter stand from the edge of the bed and advances to his desk from the side. A harsh bang echoed throughout the room as your body twitched out of shock.

“What does that dick have that I don’t?!” He grits his teeth as the curves of his jaw intensifies. A displeased look was written all over his face.

“P-please let me go.”

“I need you to answer, sweetie. We going nowhere unless you answer!” He was never going to let you go if you were not going to cooperate.

Every step he takes closer back to the bed just increases your heart beat further. He had rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to the edge of his elbows and you felt threatened looking at how firm his arms looked.

“Peter, p-please,” you hiccup.

As Peter returns to the edge of the bed, he does not hesitate anymore to keep a distance. His hands hover to either sides over your body and sets the left side of his head on your midriff, laying while also getting a good view of your vulnerable state.

He does not even look life he was struggling to make an effort to keep you down, but you could feel how heavy he was and was barely giving you a chance to move around.

“I can give you so much more, Y/N.” The way his gaze directs at you was definitely one of the creepiest things you have experienced. He had so much emotions yet completely lacked sympathy for your state of mind.

Shutting your eyes, you only cried further. You felt a hand cup one of your cheeks as its thumb wipes away the pouring tears. Like a broken record, you only pleaded more, “Please let me go.”

“I can’t.”

“Why.” You bawled, realizing he has no plans of releasing you anytime soon despite it. “I won’t tell anyone about this, I p-promise.”

“I know that,” he says, “but you’re going to run back to Eric, probably tell him too, right?”

You did not want to answer, merely shaking your head as you resisted a cry from your lips. It was somewhat what you had planned, but now you were just scared shitless.

“You won’t tell anyone but him cause no one knows about it other than you two, right?” He corners your words.

“Eric would lose his job if someone, especially your parents find out, right?” Hell he was correct. He most likely had been stalking you for so long to find out about it.

“You love him so much, you wouldn’t want to hinde

It was terrifying that someone had been learning about you and your life for a while without your awareness.

“Please stop. What do you want... money?” you whimper.

Peter did not seem likes normal college boy; he does not think like one, too, for sure. Anyone with a right mind would not do something like what he did. No one would have the guts to do so.

“I just want you, Y/N. I want to give you what you deserve,” Peter answers as he sits up and leans his face closer to yours. His mouth leaves a small gap from your right ear as he whispers, “Let me make you feel good.”

“No–”

He cuts off your plea with a proposition, “If you let me, I might consider letting you free.”

“You want that, right? Want me to let you go...” His hand combs through the other side of your face, “just let me show you that I can do way better than him.”

Every ounce of your blood was trying not to give in. You were smart, you ought to find a way out of this. However, you realized that it will not be enough. You already struggled so much from the super glue around your wrists and you could not imagine how much more would it take now that Peter was on top of you.

Eventually you stopped struggling and let him be. There was no way out of this than to let him do what he pleases.

You feel his lips press against your ear first and then progresses over your cheek. His grip around your arms loosen after detecting that you stopped struggling beneath him. You could feel him smile on your skin, “That’s it, relax for me. Good girl.”

His hand reaches to undo your pants as his lips drifted on yours to force their way on making out with you. Another hand then presses under your jaw and throat. “P-Peter,” you choke, feeling lightheaded after being unable to breath properly though your mouth until the grip had loosen.

“Sorry, babe.”

He soon descends from your face to your neck and collar region. You were so sure he was leaving marks on you as you felt him suck and nibble against your skin. Like a controlling asshole he was, you expect to see bruises on your skin by tomorrow.

Despite having your hands fastened, he still moves your shirt upwards past your head. It halts and hands loosely around your arms as you emerge topless beneath the boy.

“Fucking beautiful,” Peter compliments your body under his breath.

Although he seemed to have time on his hands, he does not leave a second wasted. He also goes to haul your pants past your legs and ankles. The growing look of impatience on his face says it all.

Peter moves from your side and welcomes himself between your legs. He spreads them out to have enough space for his body and you could not feel more embarrassed than this.

You grit your teeth over each other as you felt him press fingers against your cunt. Instinctively, you clench around nothing as he continues to play with your entrance, making sure you get entirely soaked under his touch.

“You know you shouldn’t hold back. I know you’re loving it so far, your body says otherwise,” he teases before laying on his stomach and moving his head closer to your pussy.

Without a warning, he licks a strip of you making the back of your thighs quake lightly. Peter senses your reaction and continues to do so, using his tongue to play around and poke inside of you until you were slowly giving in without even realizing it.

Just as you thought you were getting used to his actions, he then inserts fingers inside you, feeling your warmth around it as he pushes it in and out.

“Oh,” you moan.

He continues, making sure he also does not leave your bud of nerves behind. The tip of his fingers and tongue alternate on playing against it, making you throw back your head out of pleasure.

“I bet he doesn’t please you like this,” he scoffs.

Eventually, at your vulnerable state, you could already feel yourself closing to an orgasm. Your toes curled as your temples throbbed, sealing your eyes shut as you accepted on giving in.

You bit onto your lower lip, trying to resist a moan. Somewhere inside you, you were still trying to fight back and not let Peter have the satisfaction he had been craving.

“You’re being so tight... Just let it out.” He coaxes and you hate how you did what he told you so.

The extensive grin on his face seemed priceless. He pulled back and you were aware that you seemed exhausted beneath him. You assumed he was done with whatever he wanted to do with you.

But when he started to take off his sweater and unbutton his pants, you realized it was far from over.

As he presents himself just as naked in front of you, he again welcomes himself between your legs. This time you get a better view of him and his muscles and abs. He gets a good view of your body too for sure as his hand reaches to start stroking his dick.

He places one hand on your thigh and pushes it farther to give him more room. Finally, he inserts in inside you and you automatically felt him throbbing between.

There was a growing heat between the both of you, and it only intensified as Peter started to thrust his hips forward and backwards. There was not even a rhythm from him as he moves harder after hearing you softly moan underneath.

The slapping sound echoes through the room that would eventually reek of sex and you felt ashamed that your body was enjoying all of this.

“Ah… ah… ahh… agh….”

“You’re starting to enjoy this, aren’t you?” He brags as one hand was reaching for your breasts while the other holds your thigh up. “Fucking slut.”

Your body and mind were tired and could only hold so much longer. It was not a surprise when your stomach started to churn your the muscles in your thighs were cramping up.

Peter did no help after seeing you starting to wear out. He tried leaning in to make out with you and expect to moan into his mouth. You did for a moment, a combination of both your drools were streaming down from the corner of your mouth.

“We’re making a mess, huh,” he mumbles. “But I know you’re already a dirty fucking girl.”

He proceeds to deprave you with statements, “Can’t believe you’re enjoying my cock better than that old man’s... Such a fucking whore.”

You twist your head aside, trying to hide the fact that you feel like your temperature were burning up. You were so sure he could feel the increasing warmth of your walls either way.

Your eyes were rolling back as you resist arching your back, which was not really a success as the amount of pleasure was overwhelming.

As you writhe beneath him, you felt a hand on your cheek. It pushes your head back onto looking at front and at Peter. “I want you t look at me when you’re going to cum, sweetie,” he orders and you could not do much anyways.

The second time you came was a whole other level. You never felt this with any person you slept with so far, rather not this fast and intense to say. “That’s it, fuck, you’re tighter than I could ever imagine.”

Peter continues until it was his time to cum. The bed continues to move along with his pace and your body was basically abused to his liking.

And even if you were not aware of it, the boy was practically thankful that his agency decided to agree to soundproofing his whole apartment – his motive being for personal reasons, which they did not question any time soon.

You were helpless, you knew that. All you had in mind now was rest. Your eyelids were heavy and your mind was drifting to slumber.

The last thing you remember was Peter moving over your body to come all around your chest like a painter with its paint brush creating a masterpiece from your chest to your core.

“I love you.”

a/n: ily pls leave comments <3

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Revolt Of The Akuma [Commission for @miner249er]

As the title says, this is a commission for @miner249er

Summary: There’s only so much a person can take and Marinette is almost certain she has reached that point. What with Lila and her seemingly never-ending lies, Adrien and his nonexistent spine, Chat and his stubbornness, Hawkmoth and his akumas, Paris and their expectations, it’s all too much. She’s going to snap sooner or later. At least she has Luka and Kagami on her side, right? Right?

[Contains: Class Salt, Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir Salt, Lila Rossi Salt, Angst, Misunderstandings, Slight Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng Salt, Slight Tikki Salt, Akumanette]

It was rare for her to be surrounded by quiet, even more so to need that blanket of security that quietness can give, and yet here she was. The pink of her room had never seemed more faded or dull even with the lights on. Realistically she knew it was not quiet, her home was never quiet, there was always the bustle of business from the bakery downstairs, the sound of traffic outside, usually the sound of music coming from her phone or computer, and as always the chatter from her Kwami. Though Tikki’s words at the moment sounded like they were being spoken from above water whereas Marinette was under said water, deep under. Her eyes glanced at the mess she had made around her, the pictures of past friends as she’s come to understand all too well these past couple of months, to the torn and destroyed gifts she had given them returned to her solely for the sake of making her heart wrench painfully beneath her skin, from there to the piles of used tissues thrown about during her silent cries, and finally to the thing that had hurt the most and had been sitting in her lap, limp, shredded, basically lifeless, her sketchbook. The sight caused Marinette’s heart to clench in pain once more and she could feel tears pool her eyes yet again, but she forced them to stay, she was tired of crying.

Noise flooded back to her almost making her flinch. There was the soft ding of the bell from the bakery’s door downstairs signaling a customer’s arrival or departure, there were the car engines and the horns beeping, peoples soft voices floating in, and of course Tikki’s worried voice. Everything in her yearned for the quietness but she knew she had to deal with everything eventually and eventually meant now, so she didn’t worry her parents if they came to check on her at any point. If they even noticed her mood change from lunch, she thought bitterly and felt immediate guilt at the thought.

“Marinette…”

“Tikki.”

“Were you listening to me?” Tikki asked, and even though she knew Tikki wasn’t saying it in an admonishing tone, the girl couldn’t help the tiny wince she gave in return as she finally stood up and picked up the tissue piles. Truthfully she hadn’t but she could guess what the kwami had been saying. It was the same thing every time something happened between her and her class. That, they would come around, they were just acting out of misplaced trust and love, they would realize their mistakes and come back to Marinette and everything would go back to normal, but she had to get a handle on her feelings in the meantime so she wouldn’t be akumatized. No that wasn’t right. So that Ladybug wouldn’t be akumatized, but how could she after the day she had?

Lila made good on her promise. Marinette didn’t have a friend left in her class, maybe not all of them thought her the awful bully that Lila painted her out to be, but they didn’t stand up for her, they didn’t talk to her in or out of class, and they wouldn’t meet her eye when she desperately looked around for at least one supportive pair of eyes. It had never been this bad with Chloe. At least with Chloe she knew what she was getting into, she knew the brand of teasing and insults that Chloe Bourgeois used, and she knew that people were scared to stand up to her, but even then they would still flash each other a look of comfort, a look of strength. Those looks let all of them know they weren’t alone, that others saw them struggling, saw them hurting, and were offering comfort. Things truly were simpler then. Lila was something more than Chloe, more than any other bully she had ever seen or encountered. She had a silver-tongue that just seemed to gain more power the more she used it. Her lies were outlandish at this point and yet, no one saw it, no one but Marinette and maybe others outside her class but she wasn’t. The awful truth of it all was that Marinette had no one.

Sure Adrien had said he would be there for her, but that had been the biggest lie Marinette had ever been told, even with Lila spouting nonsense like knowing Jagged Stone because she saved his ‘kitten.’ She was always prepared for Lila to lie, could count on it, and she had become accustomed to her friends falling for the lies, but she had thought she had at least one person by her side. That had quickly been disproven again and again, and it felt like parts of her heart chipped away every time it happened. Adrien, once considered the love of her life, did nothing to ease her aching heart. There were no comforting hugs or even a hand on her shoulder to let her know that she wasn’t alone in the class of sheep. There were no glances shared between the two to let her know that he was just as fed up with Lila’s lies as she. Most importantly, and the one that hurt the most, there were no texts or calls or even letters that offered her any amount of support. That’s not to say he never texted her, but when he did it was never about anything important, it was always mundane and dare she say superficial, and sometimes, sometimes he texted her about her situation but it was never anything helpful, if anything they made her feel worse. They were always about how she was “provoking” Lila and, “what happened to taking the high road Marinette?” At first they had made her cry, she wasn’t provoking Lila, Lila was provoking her, how had Adrien not seen that? Sadness grew into anger, blinding anger, anger that caused her to rip every poster down, change her computer background with such force she nearly broke the mouse, and gave away every planned gift for every occasion, and afterwards all she felt was numb. In the beginning the numbness scared her, but it grew on her like a second skin, it protected her sometimes so she welcomed it.

“Marinette!” Again she was wrenched from her thoughts by the yell of her kwami’s voice.

It took her a couple of seconds to focus, “Yes, Tikki?”

“I lost you again. Where were you?” Tikki asked softly as she flew closer to Marinette’s face.

“Sorry. Nowhere,” Everywhere, ”just thinking.” An apology and a half answer, when was the last time she actually told someone how she was feeling without holding back? Too long, her mind supplied.

“...About today?”

“In a way.”

“Oh Marinette, things will start to get better, don’t let today get to you.” Don’t let it get to Ladybug.

“I know Tikki.” Hollow words, but they were expected, she even threw in a small smile, it was the most she could manage. It was the response of habit she gave, even to her parents, though she had the feeling they wouldn’t notice even if she did show some of her real feelings, some of her hurt. They were just so busy with the bakery sometimes that Marinette couldn’t help but feel that their attention to her was more obligation than anything else, and wow, wasn’t that just the cherry on top of everything? They had even forgotten to ask how her day was today, and though she wasn’t going to tell them, it still would have brought her some comfort to know they cared or pretended to care. At this point she would take what she could get. Today had been another rough one, but it had started out like her new normal, she would go to school and be ignored by her classmates or get glares and sneers that she in turn would ignore. Then she would go to her locker and put the bare minimum of her belongings in, that she prayed would not be destroyed (“improved”) or stolen, she did her best to boobytrap anything of importance like she did her diary since having a lock on her locker was supposedly unheard of at this school. After that was class itself where she expected her seat to be sticky or wet with something but she took to bringing wet cloths and paper towels with her since this was so common. ‘Just harmless pranks.’ Mme Bustier claimed when she first went to talk with her about the behavior. Honestly she didn’t know what she had been expecting when she went to her teacher for help, but she was not going to make that useless of a mistake again. What followed though was weird, she still found rude little notes but none of her classmates went out of their way to glare at her, or make snide comments about her, she wasn’t even tripped if they walked too close to her. To some people it would mean a break, but it only put her more on edge, like something bigger was coming, because Lila was acting strange.

She hadn’t spouted one lie about Marinette, she still lied, just nothing about Marinette, which was odd. Though Marinette pushed it from her mind in order to get some help from Mme Mendeleiev for her homework packet that was due tomorrow. Some problems were proving difficult and she knew the teacher was more than willing to help students out if they went to her, so that’s exactly what Marinette did for lunch time. She even brought a packed lunch so she could eat and work with the teacher so they had more time, it was actually rather nice. Mme Mendeleiev, though stern and strict, was a real teacher. She wanted her students to learn and Marinette yearned for that, she yearned to be one of her pupils. There was a part of her that thought that maybe the teacher wanted that as well. It was an impossible thought, she tried to transfer once, it hadn’t ended well for her. Lila spun it around when she had heard, claimed Marinette was doing it to abandon them and leave them without a class president. Oh how she spun her web of deceit and claimed Marinette was doing it for attention, to get back at the class for not believing her ‘lies.’ Of course the class and Mme Bustier believed her, because why wouldn’t they? Then Mme Bustier went behind her back and spoke to Principal Damocles and whatever they spoke about resulted in her staying in the class no matter what she tried or whatever papers she managed to get her parents to sign that would allow her a class transfer. She was stuck in the class. In her prison.

After lunch is when everything had blown up, and some twisted part of Marinette was thankful it happened sooner rather than later. Lila had made a show of holding something, some papers that looked destroyed, to her chest and “crying.” If you could call over the top whimpering crying. Marinette didn’t have to prepare herself since she had been prepared all day for something to happen when Lila and her herd of sheep came to her and yelled at her for ruining Lila’s homework and something about writing something on her locker too? She just didn’t care anymore, she still claimed her innocence and that there was no way she could have done it, but no one was listening and Adrien was just standing there frowning at her in disappointment and all she could think was, right back at you boy. Mme Bustier joined in and Marinette just stood there as the teacher of course fell for whatever scheme Lila cooked up and then held back a sigh when said teacher started to lecture her there in the hallway for everyone to see. Of course they had to make a spectacle of it, of course they did. Damocles decided to join in and Marinette thought it was for sure going to be another expulsion, some part of her hoped for it. She knew that was bad but she was just so freaking tired of dealing with it all, but to her surprise Mme Mendeleiev was her knight in shining lab coat so to say.

“Marinette didn’t do it. She was with me the entire lunch period so unless she managed to defy all laws of physics and was in two or three places at once I would say she’s being framed.” Mme Mendeleiev’s voice had commanded attention and even Lila couldn’t spin it around to keep Marinette in trouble. Even her classmates had stopped their incessant murmuring.

“But Lila said she saw her running away from her locker!” Kim had yelled in return. It spoke of Mme Bustier’s character and control of her class that she hadn’t even attempted to reprimand Kim for raising his voice to another teacher.

Marinette saw Mme Mendeleiev give Mme Bustier a look that had the younger teacher trying to reign in her rowdy class after they had all been yelling their own affirmations that yes, that was what Lila had said. “Then either Mlle Rossi needs to get her eyes checked or she saw someone else, or she’s lying.”

“Demeter! I’m sure Lila didn’t mean for this...little misunderstanding to happen. I'm sure she saw someone who looked like Marinette.” Mme Bustier had tried to reason.

“If I’m not mistaken Caline, this is not the first time this has happened to Marinette. Her being accused of something in this school and getting punished unjustly with no proof. Forgive me, or not, but I’m not going to overlook this like you. Those are serious accusations to throw at someone. It would be wrong not to investigate. Right, Damocles?” No one spoke throughout Mme Medeleiev’s little speech but Marinette saw the glare Lila was giving the teacher and Marinette was tempted to tell Mendeleiev to just drop it.

“Er, yes, of course.” Principal Damocles had stuttered out. How he had managed to be a principal Marinette would never know. Once upon a time she had thought him an awkward but good guy all around, but that was not the case anymore.

“I suspect we call Mlle Rossi’s mother to speak about this. I’m sure she would love to know that her daughter is being...if not bullied then the start of being bullied. Then we will gather students who match Marinette’s description. It’s not much but it’s the best we got. I’ll go take pictures of the locker in question.”

“Oh-Oh we really don’t have to do that. I’m sure it really is all a misunderstanding! I wouldn’t want to bother my mother!” Lila had desperately claimed.

“How is this a misunderstanding Mlle Rossi? Please explain. Because from where we teachers stand this is clearly bullying and we will not tolerate that at this school.” Mme Mendeleiev said with such authority, one would think she was the principal.

Somehow, Marinette didn’t know how, but Lila had talked her way out of having to have her mother called to the school even though Mme Mendeleiev had strongly insisted to Principal Damocles that they call her and have a sit down with her over her daughter’s wellbeing and school life. Though she honestly shouldn’t have been surprised that nothing had been done. It was Damocles after all. Lila probably said it would be best not to disturb her very busy, very important, diplomat mother and Damocles with his nonexistent spine folded. Though with all the wrong type of attention the incident had brought for the lying vixen Marinette had a relatively “relaxed” rest of her day. No one outright apologized for just blaming her for destroying another person’s work and defacing public property with no proof but at least they didn’t glare at her or make snide remarks for the rest of the day. Adrien even managed not to give her one of his lectures at the end of the day which was a big welcome on Marinette’s end. She could only deal with him being on his high-horse and looking down on her for so long and more often than not she wouldn’t even argue back she would just end the conversation with,*“Il n’y a pas plus sourd que celui qui ne veut pas entendre.”

The day had started to look up for her and she was going to strike the iron while it was hot so to say. Her steps felt lighter. It’s like Mme Mendeleiv’s belief in her gave her invincibility for the day and she found herself actually looking forward to seeing Luka and Kagami at the end of the school day since she would finally have something good to share rather than her usual bouquet of gloom. The sun seemed brighter when she remembered that fencing practice was cancelled that day due to M D’Argencourt having some appointment to go to and a substitute couldn’t be found so the fencing club students had the day off. Marinette had excitedly texted Kagami that they should meet up after school and hang out earlier than the trio had planned since the girl had more free time. Kagami had agreed but said she would meet Marinette at her house as she had some things to take care of there at the school that she wanted to finish up before they met up. Of course Marinette had agreed without question, Kagami liked things to be in order before she had her free time and Marinette understood that. Now, Marinette didn’t remember what she had forgotten, but she knew she had forgotten something in her locker and had rushed from her home to grab it, not wanting her luck to run out for the day. She didn’t know why but since she was back at the school she felt the need to go talk with Mme Medeleiev and thank her once more for what she had done that day for Marinette. Whether the teacher knew it or not, she had given Marinette some hope back.

So she was going to do just that when she had heard familiar voices. Luka and Kagami? Kagami she could understand but why had Luka been there? He was supposed to meet them at Marinette’s house so she was immensely confused to hear his soft voice echo the halls. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her then and she had followed its call. She had not expected to find the scene she had stumbled upon, and the way her heart lurched with such pain. You would think I’d be used to it by now. Her eyes watered as she watched Kagami and Luka, her closest and only friends sitting with Lila and looking at her with such concern and half hugging her to give her comfort. She couldn’t hear what was being said but she would wager it was about her, she saw the disapproving frowns both Luka and Kagami gave in response to whatever Lila had said and all Marinette could think was, I’ve lost them too. She took them from me too. Before she knew it she had ran back home, to her room and had, well, she wasn’t too sure to be completely honest. It all went by in a blur, but she did remember texting Kagami and Luka and saying she wasn’t feeling well and maybe they could hang out together tomorrow, despite knowing Luka would have band practice and Kagami would have fencing practice. Then threw her phone onto her chaise and looked at her pictures of her friends she still had on her walls, she thought of the gifts she had given and all she had felt was this white hot rage and sadness that consumed her.

She heard, more than felt the ripping and smashing of the things that reminded her of a past she could never get back. Marinette was done listening to Tikki in that moment, and she was done believing she had anyone on her side like she thought she did. Kagami and Luka, they both held little pieces of what was left of her heart and she could feel those pieces breaking with every thing she destroyed. Now here she sat in the aftermath of her destruction and she didn’t even feel satisfied. A small part of her still felt hurt, she was sure she had to have made noise, quite a bit of it, and yet neither of her parents had checked on her. It was just another drop added to her already too-full cup.

“I’m sure it wasn’t what it looked like, Marinette.” Tikki chirped as she flew to Marinette’s sink and back with a wet cloth in her hand to help Marinette clean her face.

“What?”

“Luka and Kagami.” Tikki said their names so simply, “I’m sure it wasn’t what you’re thinking. You’ll see! We have to see them for patrol tonight. I’m sure you can ask them subtly about it as a concerned hero of Paris.”

The only concerned hero. Her mind bitterly spat out without warning. The thought almost made her wince in shock at the venom that came from it. Though she found herself not apologetic in the least, Chat had been proving himself to be unreliable. At first she had brushed off his behavior as his usual antics and she had been beating herself over the head about it everyday it seemed like. He became more aggressive in his flirting and really that’s what it was, it wasn’t passionate, it wasn’t some misguided persistence, it wasn’t just him being a “boy”, he became aggressive in his affection for her. He started asking her on more and more dates, bringing her more and more gifts and each time she rejected him, reminding him they had work to do, or she had plans, or that his timing was not the best, or of course that she had feelings for someone else, he started “punishing” her and Paris as a result. He would refuse to help, sometimes he wouldn’t show up to a battle at all, he would only call to ask her if she had come to her senses and realized she loved him and when she wouldn’t give him the answer he wanted he would hang up and the battle would be a lonely one. She had tried to get Master Fu to do something about it but he had brushed it off much like she had in the beginning. Seemed like he still had faith in the cat, Marinette wished she could say the same but it would be a lie, besides she had kind of announced she no longer trusted Chat to help her since she gave Luka and Kagami their individual Miraculous back but to permanently use to help her defend the city. So instead of Ladybug and Chat Noir defending Paris, it was Ladybug, Viperion and Ryuuko.

“I think I want to go out a little early Tikki. Maybe the fresh air and time out will do me some good.” Marinette said with forced cheer as she stood and stretched her arms high above her head.

“I think that’s a good idea Marinette!” Tikki chirped as she zipped through the air to hover at Marinette’s shoulder and she couldn’t help but chuckle. With a quick saying of the magic words and one transformation later, Marinette was out slinging from rooftop to rooftop. There was no destination in mind just yet, she just wanted to simply be for a while. Everything finally felt okay and she was ready to actually head to the top of the Eiffel Tower to wait for Luka and Kagami as their hero forms so they could start actual patrol when she heard their voices. It sounded like they were trying to keep quiet about something. She didn’t want to pry but it was late and if they were out this late as their civilian selves she had a duty to them to make sure they were okay. With a quick swing she was at the Château Edmond de Rothschild where the voices seemed to come from, it was supposed to be not accessible to the public, so why were they there?

A quick peek was all it took to understand why and Marinette had to stop herself from making any noise, whether it be a sob or a scream or a gasp. She couldn’t risk it if what she was seeing was real, but there it was right in front of her. Luka and Kagami were sitting in their hero forms holding a charm of some kind between them and they both had the sickening violet glow of Hawkmoth around their eyes. They didn’t seem angry or sad, or even like they were being akumatized so she wasn’t really sure what was going on but she was going to put an end to it. Now.

“Yes Hawkmoth. Ladybug trusts us completely, we are doing our part.” Kagami said.

“But...Chat Noir has yet to show up. That has helped us get closer to Ladybug yes, but it means we don’t know where the Black Cat Miraculous is for you.” Luka had added on and it was another stab to Marinette’s heart. They, her most trusted allies, her friends, her maybe something more’s, were working with...oh god she was going to be sick. She had to get out of there. She didn’t know how long she had swung but at some point she hadn’t been thinking about where her yoyo should attach itself and she fell down into a garden. No, she couldn’t identify the garden because she couldn’t see past the tears. Marinette didn’t know how long she laid there crying but she quickly took off her earrings and just as soon as she did Tikki zipped out.

“Marinette…”

“You said things would get better Tikki. How? How is this supposed to get better? Luka and Kagami...they are...they’re working for HIM!” She screamed and she didn’t care who heard, she was tired of suffering in silence.

“I’m sure it wasn't-”

“What? What, it looked like?....I’m done. I’m done sacrificing everything for this city. Sacrificing my feelings. I need to feel Tikki!” Without waiting for a response, Marinette threw the earrings and ran further into the park. She sobbed as loud and she had wanted to, needed to, and she couldn’t stop. She collapsed yet again, this time in a patch of butterfly bushes, though she hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t the only thing she hadn’t noticed, there was an akuma flying her way, but by the time she heard the tell-tale sign of the flap of its wings it was too late. The thing had already morphed with something on her person and all she could do was gasp.

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Gabriel Agreste couldn’t help the tiny shout of joy he let out because finally, finally he had managed to snag his masterpiece. She had evaded him for so long, her will over her emotions had always seemed so iron strong but finally, Marinette Dupain Cheng was akumatized, and she was going to be the one to get him the Miraculi he craved. He could feel it. He turned to brag to his swarm of butterflies seeing how Nathalie wasn’t in the lair but when he did so he paused. All his butterflies were gone. Honestly he had to just stand and stare because where could they have gone? And why hadn’t he noticed or heard them leave?

No matter. The important thing was that he had Marinette Dupain Cheng under his control and it was going to be glorious. She would make quite the spectacle for Ladybug and, well, the heroes and Chat Noir when she appeared tomorrow. Victory was close, he could practically taste it.

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Wang Fu had made many mistakes in his life and he regretted every single one, but this one, this one was causing him the most pain. Marinette, the girl he had chosen to be Paris’s pillar of hope, the girl he had seen as a granddaughter, the girl he had failed to protect when she needed him, was in danger. He had been sleeping when Tikki had come flying into his shop wailing about Marinette. At first he and Wayzz couldn’t understand her, when she managed to calm down some she gave him some of the most devastating news he had ever received. Marinette Dupain Cheng had given up the mantle of Ladybug and had been akumatized. He had been desperate to know why and know why Tikki looked so guilty because surely it could not be her fault. Then the kwami had spilled everything, she told of the situation at school, the situation with Chat Noir, with Adrien that he himself had thought was nothing more than him being a stubborn boy, and she had told him how even she believed her user was somehow something more than human and would be able to handle it all. She had been angry at Marinette for throwing her away but had realized that it wasn’t her fault and had tried to find the girl to talk to her but by the time she had found her...it had been too late. So here he sat after calling Chat Noir to his shop and hoping the young hero...no, the young boy, would show.

“Master Fu?” Adrien asked softly as he entered the shop, it was almost easy to believe that the young boy wasn’t wayward and that Fu hadn’t made yet another mistake.

“In here Adrien.”

“Uh, what’s the matter Master Fu? You never call me Adrien. You said this was about Ladybug. Did she...Did she say something to you?” Near the end it was easy to see now the hidden anger the boy held, why hadn’t he seen it?

“No. This is something...far worse I’m afraid. Ladybug has been…”

“Ladybug has been defeated.” Tikki finished for him.

He watched as Adrien’s eyes widened and he gaped at Tikki, he looked as though he didn’t want to believe it. Fu wanted to yell at the boy. He had no right to stand there and act like he cared about Marinette. “That is not all. A young girl has been akumatized and I fear she may be the strongest akuma Hawkmoth has ever made.”

“What do you mean Ladybug has been defeated!? Defeated by who!?”

“By the akuma,” Fu lied, though was it really a lie?

“What akuma?”

“Not what. Who. The akuma is Marinette Dupain Cheng and from what Tikki and Ladybug have told me...Hawkmoth has been wanting to akumatize her for a long time. Whatever sent her to his side...I’ve met the girl. She is a kind soul and to know that he has her under his control...Adrien. You have to stop her. After that...after that is when you and I will sit down and have another talk, but in the meantime find Mlle Dupain Cheng and help her.” Fu pleaded, and he couldn’t help the tear that escaped.

The emotion seemed to hit Adrien, though it didn’t seem to be the only thing. “Marinette is the akuma? How?”

“I think you know the answer to that Agreste.” Tikki answered with a glare from where she was being held by Plagg who honestly looked like he wanted to scratch his owner's eyes out.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“We don’t have time for this. Adrien, just please, go and find her. Help her.” Fu watched as Adrien had left, it was almost morning now and he had work to do as well. He had to retrieve the Snake and Dragon Miraculi before their current users handed them off to Hawkmoth, as he doubted they would help in the fight to save Marinette, and he didn’t trust them enough to let them try.

“We’ll get her back Tikki. We will.”

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Adrien was not having a good morning, he had spent the early hours of it searching for his friend and coming up empty, and the more he came out with nothing the easier it was to be frustrated. Though it seemed like frustration was something to be shared in the Agreste home since his father also seemed to be irritable that morning. More than that, he and Nathalie seemed off and they were the most put together people he knew. Them being off, threw him off, thankfully he was still at school on time, which is too say he wasn’t his usual early self, but he was there a couple minutes before the bell would ring which gave him a very small window of time to search for Marinette before class began. Though he’s not entirely sure she would even show up at school if she was an akuma but where else would she go? She had a problem with Lila and Lila was at school so the answer had to be there right? God he hoped so.

The bell was about to ring though so he ran back to class after searching the locker rooms and barely made it to his seat when the bell did ring. Marinette wasn’t there. But she was going to show up, he just knew it. She had to. Lila was the source of her anger probably, even if it was childish, she would come to settle the score and that’s when he would swoop in and save the day. Then maybe just maybe, Ladybug would finally see that they were meant to be and realize how amazing he was. The thought had made him smile, almost losing himself in the daydream, that is until he saw a familiar pair of pink pants enter the room. He was at immediate attention and was alert because Marinette...didn’t look like an akuma. She looked like normal herself, but she was an akuma right? So why didn’t she look like one?

“Marinette. Late again?” Mme Bustier asked even though it was obvious.

“I won’t be long Caline.” Marinette replied and her voice...it was just off. Yes it was Marinette but at the same time it wasn’t.

“Marinette! You will speak to me respectfully or I will have no choice but to-”

“To what? Tell me to be a better example? I’m tired Caline, I’m tired of being your doll that you dress up and play pretend with. I’m not a doll, and I’m not a teacher’s assistant, though it seems like that’s what you believe me to be seeing as you push me to do your job. Constantly, so don’t even try to deny it. It’s the teacher’s job to placate their students and make sure that their classroom environment is a healthy one. You allow bullies to reign free from punishment and in turn punish the victims. Do you ever get tired of being the indirect cause of akumas? Because really how many of your students have been akumatized and you have the gall to say you’re a great teacher, everyone’s favorite teacher no less.” Everyone in the room was dead silent. This wasn’t Marinette at all, but before anyone could say anything the akuma continued, though they didn’t know she was an akuma and Adrien so badly wanted to shout it out to warn everybody.

“Then there is all of you sheep. I had the absolute displeasure of once being your friend, but I realized you were never my friends to begin with. If you were you wouldn’t have believed lies over me.”

“Is this really what this is about Girl?” Alya shouted.

“Alya, it seems like you want me to start with you. You claim to be a journalist, a seeker of the truth, but that is the biggest lie you have ever sold yourself beside Ladybug’s best friend over there. You are a hypocrite. You say you are a defender against bullies and villains. Well you Alya Cesaire are one of the biggest bullies by association I know. You turned your back on me. On the truth. You refused to open your eyes and see what was truly there. You became a bully and enjoyed it. You took pleasure in everything you did to make me miserable alongside Lila. Well congratulations Rena Rouge you have been outfoxed and it isn’t because of some sapotis or illusions. I was wrong to ever trust you.”

Everyone watched as Alya grew pale and just sat there with her mouth agape. “Nino, Kim, Alix, Ivan. You became destroyers rather than the protectors of the weak you boasted about to make yourselves feel better. Well guess what Nino? There’s no shell to protect you from the truth! You are a bully, bigger than Chloe! Because instead of not doing anything like you had last time I was bullied for years on end, this time you partook in the “merriment.” Kim. How I ever trusted you with anything is beyond me. You know in China to call a child a monkey is a great compliment, to call you anything similar would be a great disrespect. How you held the title of the monkey king...I’ll never understand it. Alix, you always liked to believe you were as fast as a rabbit both in mind and body, well the rabbit is dead. Your time will never come again I’ll see to it. Your most prized possession, your watch, I helped you restore it after it had been broken and I even gave it back to you but that was a mistake on my part as you never deserved it in the first place. Ivan, who helped you during Stoneheart? Who? Oh that’s right it was me? I helped you see you weren’t that monster but I was wrong. I was very wrong.” The words were cruel and Adrien didn’t know where all this anger was coming from. Lila was the target right? Shouldn’t she only be going after her, not their friends? He had to sneak out and transform, he didn’t know where her item was but he would find it and put an end to all this unnecessary hurt.

“Oh Adrien, where do you think you’re going? You’re at the top of my list.”

“Your list?” He asked as though he hadn’t been caught trying to get out of his seat.

“Yes. The list of people who have wronged me. The list of people who have turned me into the current me. The list of people I hate. Sorry, but not sorry If you can’t handle hearing how imperfect you are but you will listen to what I have to say.”

Adrien didn’t understand why everyone gasped but he was hurt to hear that Marinette hated him. No it had to be the akuma’s influence, it just had to be. “I’m sorry you feel that way Marinette.”

Marinette walked up to him and took both his hands in hers, it would have been a sweet gesture if it weren’t for the added pressure. “Save it. I don’t want your superficial pity. You Adrien Agreste are the biggest liar I know next to Lila. You knew she was lying. You knew she was lying from the start seeing how Ladybug told you herself that Lila and her were not friends. Oh yeah I know about that, in the park, or how about when Lila was akumatized to be the Chameleon, which by the way Lila very unoriginal and I’m fairly certain you were akumatized on purpose but hey what proof do I have right? And she pretended to be you because she didn’t like what you had to say about her lying. Yet you still didn’t tell your so called friends about her, because you don’t care about anyone but yourself! I learned that the hard way. I believed you when you said we were in this together and that if we both knew then that was enough and that we should take the moral highroad. What a joke! I am truly disgusted with myself for ever thinking I was in love with you.”

What!?

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Luka couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he and Kagami had rushed to Marinette’s class after they had each gotten a call from her mother asking if either one of them had seen Marinette. Apparently they went up to her room and realized she was missing but thought maybe she had told them she was spending the night at Alya’s and they maybe just hadn’t heard but when they had called her and texted her with no response they had gotten worried. More so when she hadn’t shown up that morning. Luka had immediately felt his heart drop. Marinette was, well, she was his melody and to think that something could have happened to her, it made him get on his bike and search as many places as he could think of. It seemed like Kagami had the same idea because he ran into her and her car before they decided it would be better to search together. He felt awful about her cancelling their plans yesterday but figured she just genuinely wasn’t feeling well. Luka was beating himself over the head because obviously that wasn’t the case.

Maybe if him and Kagami hadn’t been so focused on helping get evidence that Lila was a liar and who Hawkmoth could be they wouldn’t be in this mess, but they had done all that for Marinette. They had seen what Lila had done to her and Kagami had been the one to say she didn’t trust Lila and proposed they help Marinette expose her for the lying weasel she was. Luka had been all for it, even if they had to pretend to be nice. When they found out that Lila actually didn’t like Ladybug well, that had been a shock but they had played into it. Both he and Kagami had acted like they too despised the superheroine and finally they saw Lila, the real Lila, or at least a small glimpse of her. She believed they really didn’t like Marinette and Ladybug, she believed they were her spies on Marinette, and then she admitted something that genuinely made Luka sick to his stomach.

Lila was working with Hawkmoth. And she wanted them to help them and join their “team.”

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. It was more evidence against Lila Ross and it was a way to help Ladybug who had seemed like she was being spread thin thanks to that no good Chat. So him and Kagami agreed to help. Then Ladybug asked them to be permanent heroes. They told Hawkmoth in order to gain trust from him and he had seemed pleased. Fake working with him was disgusting but him and Kagami felt like they were getting close to figuring out who he could be or what his ultimate goal was, but one thing was for certain and that was, for some odd unexplainable reason, Hawkmoth wanted to akumatize Marinette. He wanted Luka and Kagami to help, they had been hoping to unmask him before it came to that, but hearing Marinette now and seeing her...that was not Marinette. Hawkmoth succeeded somehow. Because that in there was an akuma and it was breaking Luka’s heart, more so when he realized it had way more information about people and the Miraculi than anyone would other than Ladybug herself.

“Luka...that’s.” Kagami had never sounded so lost.

“I know. Marinette was, is, Ladybug.”

“What do we do?”

“We save her. And...and we tell her the truth.”

They were ready, they were opening their mouths to say their separate transformation phrases when a window in the classroom broke. They turned to look inside to see if it was Marinette running out and finally showing an akuma form, but all they saw was a green blur and Marinette leisurely following after the blur out of the school to the park outside. Of course they followed, but when they went to transform they both realized, their respective Miraculous was gone. What did they do now?

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Fu had done it. He had retrieved the Dragon and Snake Miraculous, with help from Tikki as she took them from their holders as he caused a distraction as Jade Turtle. It was never easy to hold his transformation but he had done it for the short while he had to. That was one, kind of two, problems out of the way, now all he had to do was wait for Adrien to save Marinette. “He will do it”

“He will, Master.” Tikki muttered from his shoulder as Wayzz nodded his agreement from Fu’s other shoulder.

“I doubt it.” Fu nearly fell with how he stumbled back at what had landed in front of him. It was Marinette but also not. He didn’t want to call her an akuma because even that felt like a wrong description. She felt like something else entirely, looked it too. She wore some armor like that of a knight over what appeared to be a black body suit, but one made of light. Her freckles seemed more like stars and if he looked closer each star was unique, and almost seemed to resemble every past akuma

“Marinette...what...what are you?”

“A protector, the Protector.” Marinette answered as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

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As soon as Marinette felt the akuma merge with her, because truly it felt like it merged with her and not an object, she felt so much. She could feel the butterfly feel her pain, her anger, could feel it soak up her negativity. She in turn could feel its pain and anger, its sadness too. Her heart filled with so much empathy. Then it was like the voice of the butterfly doubled, then tripled, then there were too many voices to be heard but Marinette understood. She felt their pain because it was the same as hers. All of them had been used, all of them together had put their trust in people they shouldn’t have. Though she had no way to see it, Marinette just knew she was covered in butterflies because she refused to call them akumas, they were victims just as she was, just as Paris was too, to Hawkmoth.

They told her they wouldn’t let him harm her. That they would protect her. That was the moment that Marinette felt that she and them were one and she vowed to protect them just as they vowed to protect her. She accepted them, she let them and her truly become one, because at that moment they were her only friends, her only family, and she was going to protect them from their abuser. They sung her praises, they gave her strength, they whispered a name and place. Their former owner. She listened and she heard and Marinette followed where they led. The closer they got to the Agreste Mansion, the louder the cries of Nooroo she could hear, could feel. She vowed she would protect him as well. He was her family, her friend too, just like the butterflies. A part of her felt like she should have been surprised that Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth and that so, Nathaniel Sancoeur was most likely Mayura, but really she just felt anger. Gabriel and Nathalie were to face justice. Her justice.

They would pay for their crimes against Paris, and their abuse of the Miraculi, kwami, and butterflies. She was the Protector and nothing would stand in her way.

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“I don’t wish to fight you, but I see you believe me to be an akuma. I’m not. I don’t expect you to believe me but it’s the truth. I am merely the Protector now. As a sign of good faith,” Marinette, or Protector held out a hand to Fu, one he was reluctant to reach out for. “Here.”

It seemed like she caught on to his hesitation because Marinette threw whatever had been in her hand to him. Tikki and Wayzz had quickly helped catch them and when he saw what Marinette had tossed him he felt faint. Whether it was from relief or fear he didn’t know. Marinette had given him the Peacock and Cat Miraculi. “And what of the Butterfly Miraculous?”

“I’m keeping it. You couldn't protect it, so I will in your place. Nooroo and I decided it is what is best.” At the mention of the kwami, said kwami fly out into the open to sit in Marinette’s open palm.

“Marinette I can’t let you do that.”

“We’re not asking permission.” Nooroo stated as he nuzzled Marinette’s thumb that was caressing his head. “Marinette and I have suffered at the hands of Paris long enough.”

“This was merely me wanting to say goodbye face to face. Don’t come looking for me Fu.”

Fu could only watch at Marinette, Nooroo, and a swarm of white akumas jumped away from him and his kwami. He didn’t know what else he could do. He was too old to run after her, and he didn’t have anyone he could trust with a Miraculous with to send after her. So he just watched as Marinette continued to get smaller and smaller in his vision, until she was gone. Though she asked not to be looked for, he would do it, because Marinette deserved to be found and talked some sense into. When he found her, an apology didn’t feel good enough, but he would give her the biggest most heartfelt apology. She was a kind soul, and truly deserved none of this.

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It was chaos. Tom and Sabine had closed the bakery but it was still filled with people, only it was Marinette’s class and Luka and Kagami. They didn’t dare call this class their daughter’s friends after they finally learned what had really been happening at the school. Luka and Kagami had told them everything and Sabine, Sabine sobbed and had called out for her baby girl till her voice was hoarse. What had they done to her baby girl? But they apologized to them, they said they were tricked. It felt more like they were trying to trick them, but nonetheless they needed help figuring out where Marinette could be and they were offering to help. Tom said it was out of guilt and had wanted to kick them out but Sabine convinced him it would be more manpower to help with the search. Truth was, they were just as guilty, they hadn’t realized something was wrong with their daughter until she was missing.

Adrien had come in with his arm in a cast, when they asked what happened, the class claimed it was Marinette when she was an akuma. Adrien hadn’t denied it, in fact he looked angry, every time Marinette was mentioned he would frown, and Tom had been so so close to just tossing the boy out, but they heard the kids gossiping and saying that someone had broken into the Agreste Mansion and had beaten Gabriel and his assistant pretty badly. When asked about it Adrien would get really quiet but would confirm that his father and Nathalie were in the hospital due to injuries. He looked a mess.

Luka and Kagami though,...those two looked worse. They looked as though someone had ripped out their hearts. They were there physically, helping wherever they could and however they could, but one glance and you could tell they weren’t there in spirit. It was awful. Paris was celebrating the supposed defeat and disappearance of Hawkmoth and Mayura, but how could Tom and Sabine join in the merriment when they couldn’t share that joy with their pride and joy? The guilt of being so busy had never hit them so hard, but they vowed that once they found Marinette, they would do everything in their power to make it up to her.

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It was quiet, actually it was more like her ears were ringing so loud that it was impossible to hear anything. Her body collapsed from exhaustion, she couldn’t travel any further but she felt the distance. It felt safe. She felt safe and maybe that’s why her body just kind of shut itself down, maybe that’s why when the butterflies and Nooroo prodded at her mind if she was willing to give up the akuma and drop the transformation and which she did, that didn’t mean that Marinette wasn’t going to fight to stay conscious even if it was a losing battle. But she was so tired and she could feel Nooroo reassuring her that they were safe and that? That was enough for her. She quickly slipped into unconsciousness and for once didn’t fear the possibility of nightmares, because she knew when she woke up she wouldn’t be back in Paris anymore. Though with falling unconscious she did fail to introduce herself to those who found her, right away.

“I’m telling you guys I saw something wash up on the beach from my house!” A boy said as he and his friends made their way down the beach.

“Yeah? Last time you said that and dragged us here it was just a piece of driftwood.” Another boy piped in with a point of his finger.

“And you claimed it was a real mermaid this time.” His twin sister added.

“Guys be nice I’m sure it’s an actual real mermaid this time.” A girl laughed as she walked ahead to walk side by side with the first boy.

“Actually there are many documents of mermaids you know.” The third boy of the group said matter-of-factly.

“Any of them driftwood mermaids?” the fourth boy of the group asked with a laugh.

“Ha ha ha, very funny. But I’m telling you I really saw...someone. Oh my gods.” The first boy had started before he actually did see the slumped form of Marinette just lying there.

*Il n’y a pas plus sourd que celui qui ne veut pas entendre Translation: No one is as deaf as the one who does not want to listen.

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