#help girl i haven't made a good collage in

[whatwouldsylwrite]

Sine waves

Summary: Abby meets you at the party and guess what? She wants you. You seem to want her too, but unfortunately, the key word here is seem.

Tags: player!abby x trust issues!reader. Drinking (concerning amount), swearing. Abby's pov only. One shot, no smut, angst with happy ending. Abby is kinda pathetic and sad, reader smokes and has issues. It's messy and basically is meant to be like little notes/snippets.

I wanted to do another band notes for Abby with Arctic Monkeys but this what actually happened, because Alex Turner's lyrics just hit me differently. I even made a collage thingy for it! There's ton of references to AM album outside used lyrics, if you find them tell me <3

In case you haven't heard Arctic Monkeys before I recommend listening to AM album before reading this.

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Abby gulps her whiskey and looks across the room. She's had her eyes on you for a while now: something about you made her want you, but not in a way she usually wants her girls. Is that your eyes are just a little colder, a little more serious, a little more piercing than it is comfortable? 

Abby's girls are sweet and gentle and smell of flowers, and she likes them this way. 

You look like you smell of wet smoke, and Abby can't help herself when she sees you going to the balcony on the fire exit. 

She follows you, holding a brand new glass of whiskey in her hand, curious to death and with an ache in her lower stomach. 

You are leaning on the wall as you take a deep breath, and Abby comes closer, making you look at her. 

"Nice night, right?" Abby asks as she leans on the railing, standing opposite of you. 

You chuckle and Abby recognises that chuckle: it's a chuckle girls have when they know who she is. 

"Yeah. I'm (y/n)." You smile and reach out for a handshake.

"Abby." Abby shakes your hand gently, making her touch linger. Your hand is a little cold.

"I've heard about you." You chuckle again, and Abby feels her stomach getting hot. You look so fucking good with this little smirk that she wants to press you into the wall right this second.

"Good things, I hope?" Abby smirks back and steps closer, reading your reaction, but you are relaxed and enjoying her attention, not trying to move away from her.

"I just wish people would be more grateful." You murmur and look her in the eyes with that piercing stare that makes her feel undressed. 

That makes Abby blink. 

"What?" 

"You make them cum pro bono and they brag about it like if it was your duty to make them feel good. Not cool." You take out a pack of cigarettes and light one up, exhaling to the side. 

Abby stares at you, trying to decipher your words. Was it an insult or a compliment? 

"That was too deep." Abby laughs quietly. 

"I know." You shrug. "At least there are still people who sing songs about your skills."

"Yeah?" Abby smirks again and now her hand is on the wall, right next to your hip. "Wanna check if they're right?"

You laugh at this, but it's not mean or an attempt to play hard to get, no. You laugh like Abby said something cute. 

"I believe them." Your free hand is on her shoulder.

Abby smirks and takes away your cigarette before leaning down to kiss you.

You taste awful after smoking but she doesn't mind the bitterness, she doesn't care she'll taste like cigarettes after, because you kiss back like you're dangerous, and Abby gets thrills. 

Your hands are moving down to her waist and you knead her sides to get her closer like you are in charge here. Abby likes it. 

She likes the way you take what you want from her, the way you pull her hips and move her jaw. 

Even more, she likes when you turn you both around and press her into the wall, slotting your knee between her thighs. Abby pulls you closer by your hair, biting down on your bottom lip as you sink your nails into her sides. Oh, it feels good. 

She can't wait to take you apart. 

"Wanna get out of here?" Abby asks as she moves her lips along your neck, biting gently. You're breathing heavily and she basks in it.

"No, sweets." You say and Abby stops to look at you, surprised by your answer and your pet name. "I'm not going further than making out."

"Why?" The question is dumb, Abby knows it. People have different reasons and she is not an asshole to try and talk someone into it after hearing no, but she is surprised. 

"I don't do one night stands." You move away a little. "This is as far as you can get."

"Then I want it all." Abby sighs and kisses you again, not caring she'll spend her night just like this. 

Abby doesn't understand how fucked she is until much later. Not after three other parties that she spends making out with you and keeping her hands on your waist. She doesn't care you're not fucking, you're so addictive one touch feels better than orgasm. 

She still has a lot of girls looking at her, wanting her, but she only sees you.

"Wanna go on a date with me?" Abby asks as you try to even out your breath, your lips red and swollen. 

You tense in her arms.

"No." That hurts. 

"Why?"

"You do understand you're asking this because you want to have sex with me?" 

"How do you know that?" Abby is irritated. You don't get to tell her how she feels. You don’t get to put your insecurities back on her. 

"We're not doing this." You cut her with a cold glance and she knows this is the end. 

You stop coming to the parties if Abby is there. 

Abby gets drunk. She is at home and hasn't eaten today and the whiskey hits her way too fast. She opens her Instagram and finds your account. 

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week

She is left on read. 

She calls you and you don't pick up. 

It's three am and Abby hops from the bar to the bar with her friends, and she is having fun. She sees you in the crowd, she blinks, and it isn't you. 

thought I saw you just now

are you out ?

I want to see you

Are you drunk?

Does it matter

She is left on read again. She finds a pretty girl who doesn't smell of cigarettes and fucks the living lights out of her that night.

Come tomorrow

I'm not going to ask you out again 

 I promise

"Fuck." Abby sighs as she presses you against her with such force she is probably hurting you. She missed you. She missed you too much. 

"You really need to get fucked, sweets." You chuckle and kiss her neck. 

I'm too busy being yours, she thinks, but doesn't say shit to you: she knows you won’t believe her. 

"I do, don't I?" Abby smirks and she pushes her hands under your shirt just to taste the waters. 

"No." Your stare is cold and piercing and Abby puts her hands away.

"Are you going to ever tell me the fuck is up with you?"

"What, you haven't figured it out yet?" Your smirk doesn't reach your cold eyes and Abby stops for a second to really look at you.

"Was I supposed to?" She knows. She knows what is up with you. She figured it out the first time you said no, but she wants to see if you're brave enough to say it. 

"Trust issues." You say it with such ease as if it isn’t a big fucking problem. 

The push and pull is annoying. Having her hands and lips on you just to be put in her place is annoying. Everything is annoying. The girl under her smells like Gucci and she hates it. 

I can handle it

Why do you only text me when you're drunk?

Is Abby drunk again? Yes. Are you avoiding her again? Yes. Did she try to ask you out again? Yes. Is she crying? Big fucking yes.

"Abby, what the fuck? Do you think you might have a problem with alcohol?" You sound sleepy and Abby smiles anyway, just happy to hear your voice. 

"Maybe I do." She says quietly and you're silent for a second.

"Where are you?"

It catches Abby off guard. 

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're drunk and you're crying. Where are you?"

Abby sits in your car and you're smoking, your window is rolled down as you shake off the ash. It smells disgusting but Abby loves it because it's you. 

"What happened?" You ask as you turn the steering wheel and it's so sexy Abby just stares. She is a fucking mess isn't she?

"You happened." She says, hurt. 

"You were crying because of me?" You ask as if it's a surprise. 

"No, because my favourite basketball team lost, of course because of you." Abby spits, angry. "I'm so sick of it, (y/n)."

"Of what exactly?" You ask as if Abby is an unreasonable child and you're tired of it.

"Stop it, you're not stupid. I'm in fucking love with you. I wanna be your fucking hair brush if it means I'll be yours, you understand?" Abby doesn’t wait for your answer. “But you think you know better, and you fucking don’t. Your fucking problems are your problems, don’t fucking project them onto me, you hear me?”

You don’t say anything in return and Abby continues.

“Just fucking.. Snap out of it.” Abby huffs. 

“How many girls have you slept with since we’ve met, Abby?” Your voice is tight and your question just makes Abby more angry.

“Two. Two. And I fucking hated it. How many people have you made out with since we’ve met?” And Abby knows the number is not zero, because she saw. “I don’t ask you to trust me, I’m just asking for a chance.” The tears are sliding down Abby’s cheeks and you pull over. 

“Can we talk about it in the morning?” Your voice is uncharacteristically gentle and Abby can’t say a word as you wipe her tears. She gives up and nods, knowing it won’t go anywhere anyway. 

It’s not exactly morning when Abby wakes up, it’s way past afternoon and she is not at her home. She is somewhere else and memories are not coming back anytime soon, but she doesn't need her memories, because she can smell you. It's faint, but it's there: cigarettes and mint. And the shirt you usually wear to parties, and pictures she's never seen are on the walls. It makes her sick.

You're cooking in the kitchen and Abby doesn't know what to do or what to say. Why did you even bring her here?

"Are you okay?" You ask in your stupid cold impersonal manner and Abby frowns.

"Yeah. Why am I here?"

"You don't remember?"

"I don't understand. I thought you didn't want me anywhere near you, (y/n)."

"You wanna do this now or after you have breakfast?"

Abby sighs and goes to wash her face in your bathroom.

"I'm sorry." You say and your eyes are not cold for once.

Abby feels like she is hit by a fucking train.

"Listen. I know you have issues, okay?" Abby sighs. She doesn't need you apologies because there is nothing to forgive.

"I didn't want to hurt you." You look to the side and Abby knows you're upset. She knows you didn't believe her before and she knows you weren't being an asshole on purpose.

"You didn't." Abby takes your hand in hers and she knows it's pathetic that she is crawling back to you every fucking time, but she won't stop herself. "One chance is all I want. You call the shots."

Abby sees it. She sees how your cold eyes melt and water, and you blink to hide it, but she catches it with her thumbs by the corners of your eyes.

"I just wanna be yours." You whisper and Abby stops breathing for a second before her hand guides you into a kiss.

The kiss leaves Abby breathless, like if she is suffocating in space, but she loves it as long she hears you saying are you mine to answer with baby, I'm yours until the end of time.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby tlou #abby anderson

[lucy90712]

Road to recovery- Part 6

masterlist After going to Pablo's place last week he's been really busy with physio at the club so we haven't talked quite as much which has been kind of a good thing as it has allowed me to process what happened when I left his. Sure a kiss on the cheek is probably normal to some people but with Pablo it really threw me off as I've realised that I have feelings for him but of course we are just friends so all of the things that the kiss made me feel I need to bury them deep down and forget about them. Having a few days with less contact has helped me to push away my feelings as I'm not being reminded of them as often. Today however Pablo is coming over to my place as it's on his way home and don't get me wrong I'm happy to see him but I'm a bit nervous as I don't know if I'll make things awkward. 

Last night I made my brother help me tidy my apartment as I have been slacking a bit with cleaning as its quite hard for me to run the hoover around and reach certain shelves to put things back or dust. The place definitely isn't fully clean but it's better than it was and I know Pablo won't really care it was more just for me. This morning I also realised I don't have much food or at least not healthy food so I had to drag myself to the nearest store to get some things which was more difficult than I anticipated but I made it home in one piece eventually. By the time I got home I was already exhausted as it takes a lot of effort to walk anywhere now and because I'm not training everyday I'm not as fit as I was a few months ago. 

Before Pablo arrived I took some time to lay down but I didn't get long as it took me so long to get to and from the store. I had about 15 minutes before the buzzer to my apartment went off and I allowed Pablo in before texting him to tell him I'd come down and meet him as my apartment isn't the easiest to find. When I made it to the lobby Pablo was waiting for me with a big smile on his face and something in his hand which he handed to me telling me it was a smoothie from this place he likes to go to sometimes after training. I thanked him and after I tasted the smoothie per his request we made our way up to my apartment.

As we walked in I locked the door behind us but when I turned round Pablo had disappeared from my sight. It didn't take me long to find him though because as soon as I turned the corner into the living room he was stood looking at some of the pictures I have hanging up. He was looking at the collage of pictures I have up which has a mixture of pictures of me with my friends and family and some of me from competitions mostly from when I was younger. I don't look at the pictures that much as I'm used to them being here so I forget that other people find it interesting to look at childhood photos. 

"How old were you in this picture?" Pablo asked looking at a picture of me receiving a medal at a competition while being surrounded by girls much taller than me

"I think I was 9 or maybe just turned 10 but the other girls were mostly 12 or 13" I said 

"Wow and you beat them all" he commented 

"Yeah pretty much since I started gymnastics I've been competing against girls much older than me" I explained 

"Thats so amazing you'll have to show me some videos of you doing gymnastics" he said 

"I can do that I have loads of videos on my laptop as I always have to analyse my performances afterwards" I said 

He looked at a few other pictures and made fun of how I would have my hair in two little pigtails pretty much at all times when I was little even when I didn't have much hair to put up. After he was done laughing at me I grabbed my laptop and let him pick some videos of my recent competitions for us to watch. He was so enthralled by all of the videos after every one he asked me to tell him what I was doing as we watched it again. I loved that he was taking such an interest as I know he doesn't really know anything about gymnastics but he was making an effort to learn and that means a lot as most people I meet don't seem to care at all. He wanted to know all about what it's like at a competition and how the scoring works so he could get as much of a full experience as possible without actually going to a competition. 

Since we've met I've been watching a lot more football and I've watched some compilations of Pablo playing too because I felt like I should know more and I was curious. I must say despite my lack of knowledge Pablo seems like an excellent player and hopefully one day I can see him play in person. I have never been into football or really watched much as I have always training or at competitions on weekend and when I wasn't I was always at my brothers races so it's never something that crossed my mind. While watching I tried to make sense of the rules but there were just some things that made no sense to me so I asked Pablo while we were talking about our sports. He did his best to explain everything and he told me more about his team so I knew who everyone was for when I next watch a game. 

We did other things for a while until Pablo told me that Barcelona were playing in the champions league so we put the game on and started watching it together. It didn't take long before I saw how truly passionate about football Pablo is because straight away he was shouting at the team and he got so annoyed when they conceded. I tried my best to offer a more positive outlook as Pablo kept saying the team were going to lose but it didn't help so I just watched. As the match progressed I got increasingly tired but I wanted to stay awake and watch the game; Pablo must've noticed this as he pulled me into his side and leaned my head against his shoulder to allow me to rest a bit. As we kept watching I rested my eyes a few times but I was always woken up again by Pablo but it was ok because the entire time he was tracing shapes on my side which was really relaxing.

The match eventually ended with a loss for Barcelona so Pablo wasn't happy but I tried my best to cheer him up and eventually I got him smiling and laughing again. Once he was happy we avoided talking about sports for a while instead we watched tiktoks until we were both laughing our asses off which really lightened the mood. Pablo's laugh is so infectious that once he started laughing I couldn't help myself and then we were done for we didn't stop laughing for a good 10 minutes. When we finally stopped we had to take a few minutes to each catch our breath and just calm down. 

"Have you ever been to a football match?" Pablo asked breaking the silence 

"No I haven't" I replied 

"Well I was going to watch the teams next home game this weekend would you want to come with me?" He asked 

"I'd love to but only if it's not a problem and you want me to" I said 

"Of course I want you there it will be fun I want to bring you to your first football game" he said 

"I suppose if I'm going to attend a football match it might as well be with a professional player" I laughed 

"Good I'll come and pick you up before the match and we'll go together and you can meet the rest of the boys" he said 

The thought of meeting the rest of Pablo's teammates is already making me anxious but I'm excited to go to a game in person and with Pablo who I know is dying to go and be with his friends it should be a fun night. 

#gavi imagine #gavi imagines #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #gavi #gavi oneshots #gavi x reader #pablo gavi #football imagine

[straykidsworldwild]

DUSKWOOD

PhilxMC - Pregnant (part 3/4)

Plot : Phil and MC are going to the store to get stuff for the baby.

(I don't own the pictures. I only own the collage. Credits go to the owners.)

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~ 3 months later ~

- Hey, you're ready? I hear Phil asking me kindly before he places a kiss on top of my head.

Phil and I have grown closer ever since the day I had my ultrasound. Ever since we saw our baby for the first time. It really all started to grow more and more from there. The feelings for each other were here but with our baby on the way... It's different. I can't put words to explain how different it is, all I can say is that it is a good different.

We haven't moved together yet though. Phil still has his apartment and I still have mine. But he spends most of his nights here. With few exceptions... Whenever he closes the Aurora late... Or early in the morning, he goes back to his apartment to "not disturb my sleep", he says. I think it's a kind thought but I honestly sleep better when he is with me. I grew to be used to have him next to me at night.

- Yes, I'm just counting how much money I can put in the baby's stuff for now, I respond to my boyfriend as he takes a sit next to me. Phil and I have officialized our relationship about a month and a half ago. It surprised more than one person. Some even thought it was a prank or a bad joke that Phil made because he had me in his bed. And I think some still don't believe it. Sadly, I can't do anything about it...

I am staring at the little piece of paper before me and the calculator, hoping we can at least afford for the furniture this month. I just hope we can find the minimum and the essential for now... I pass my hand over my face, feeling tired and a little bit stressed. Phil gets his chair closer to me and places his arm on the back of the chair behind me.

- How much do you have? He asks with a calm voice, looking at the equations I did.

- I can put at the very maximum $600, I answer as I show him what I've done so far. I look up at my boyfriend's fair face, watching a lock of his hair falling free from his messy bun. Phil gently takes the pen from my hand and add a number under the $600.

- That's a start. I also counted and I can put $700 for now, he says as he puts the pen down and looks up at me. He did? When? Our eyes meet one another for a brief moment. His eyes are always so comforting and spreading so much love. I know Phil knows how to charm a girl, but I like to believe those emotions are just for me. Maybe I'm a fool... I can't help but to crack a smile. Phil smiles back before pushing softly my hair behind my shoulder.

- So we have a total of $1.300. That should be enough for now, I say with a positive tone. Despite having a few problems and a minimum of help, I still manage to keep it positive. We're doing this together after all.

- What do you want to look at first? He asks me gently as I feel him playing with the tips of my hair. I smile as I let a small sigh out. There's so much we need to look for...

- Well, I thought we could look for the crib first and for a baby car seat. Oh, and a few clothes, a plush and maybe a pacifier. I think that's what we should look for at first. The next three months, we can buy supplies time to time to finish everything, I answer with the same sweet tone he used as I softly rub my belly. I'm 6 months pregnant now, we really need to start buying the stuff we need. We still don’t know the gender of the baby though. We’ll know it only next week. But I don’t need to know the gender to buy a crib or a car seat. I watch my boyfriend nodding his head up and down as he smiles charmingly. Phil leans in and kisses my cheek sweetly before stealing a tender kiss.

- Let's go? He whispers after pulling away from the kiss. I nod and let Phil help me stand up from the chair. I could have done it by myself, but Phil has been extremely caring and careful with me.

On our way to the store, Phil is driving his car. I am sitting on the passenger seat, listening to the radio and having small talk with Jessi's brother. Jessi... She's been so excited ever since she learned about the pregnancy and even more since we decided to keep the baby and to start a real relationship. Jessi has insisted to give us money to help us financially. I didn't want to accept her money as I think it is Phil and I's matter. But she wouldn't stop insisting, so I told her I will accept the money only to give it for the baby later.

Anyway... Arriving at the store, Phil parks his car. He turns off the engine and steps out fast. I take off my seat belt and start to step out of the car as well when I feel a hand helping me. I smile at Phil as he is holding onto my arm. I let him close the car door for me before we walk up to the store. His hand discretely snakes to mine, interlocking our fingers with a rather firm grip. His thumb is softly rubbing the back of my hand as we step inside the store. Okay, first thing first, the crib...

Phil and I walk up to the crib section and look at all of the furniture they are offering. There's really every style. Some look huge, some are small, high cribs, low cribs... Some look very beautiful though. I could really see it in the baby's bedroom. But the price is way much more than what we can afford.

- They're all so adorable. Look! That one's so cute! I exclaim to Phil as I approach a crib where the head of the bed has the form of a cloud. Phil releases my hand as I approached the furniture to show it to him. My boyfriend smiles amused.

- Isn't it a bit high for you, Gorgeous? You'll need a step to get our baby, he says with that amused smile all while being serious. It's true, it's a bit too high for me. I stare at Phil with a smile, surprised by his words. I've never really heard him say "our baby" before. He did, but not so confidently. And I'm still surprised in how much he invests himself into this. I mean, not that I doubt Phil, but we're talking about a baby... What? He asks me, looking a bit confused. I snap out of my thoughts and look down, shyly.

- No, it's just... You said "our baby", I whisper with a happy tone. It just sounds so right to my ears. Once again, Phil smiles as me as he comes closer. He takes my hand back into his while pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. He makes me blush... I can feel the heat on my cheek... Flustered, I bite my lower lip and clear my throat as I look at the cribs surrounding us. So, can we not take a white bed. It's too... I suddenly tell him, my eyes daring to meet his gorgeous ones.

- Yeah, I agree, he tells me, nodding positively as he seems to know what I meant. The two of us continue looking around for the perfect crib when Phil gently pulls me with him. Look at this one. It's not white, there's the bed for the baby, a space to change him or her, some drawers to put the stuff. And it's not too expensive, he tells me as he checks the crib he just saw. I approach it and check it as well. It's not too high either which is good. It looks rather stable.

- Yeah, and that way we won't have to buy an extra furniture which we probably won't be able to, I state while looking alternately at the crib and Phil with a happy smile. I'm actually impressed by how Phil is investing himself in this. I mean... I didn't think buying stuff for the baby would have been something he likes... I take the reference to compare it with other beds later. The two of us keep looking a little more at the cribs but we constantly go back to the one we found earlier. It's fits in our budget and it's the best one we've seen. I guess we found our bed so... $-400 which leaves us $900, I tell Phil, scratching the word "crib" out of my list. I smile and look up at my boyfriend.

- Okay, so far so good, he responds with a kind smile, looking just as happy as I am.

- We should look for the baby car seat, what do you think? I suggest him, replacing my smile by a confused frown.

- Yeah, let's go, he agrees before putting his arm around my shoulders. I feel protected and so well with Phil. Honestly, at first, I have to admit I didn't know if being together and keeping the baby was right. I had my doubts... But seeing how protective, careful, and caring Phil is, I couldn't help but to change my mind about him. He changed... He really did. In a good way.

There weren't many car seats in the store. Not as much as the cribs at least. But we still managed to find one that seemed safe and strong. Alright, so $-140, it means we have $760 left. We're doing pretty well to say we don't ask anyone for help and the both of us are new to this. I'm pretty sure we'll actually still have money left for next time we'll want to purchase something for the baby.

- Okay, we have the crib and the car seat. I think we got the most important for now, I inform Phil as I let a small sigh out, relieved to have at least those stuff. Those were really the first things I wanted. I don't want to look for it later because, knowing myself, I already know I'll feel in a rush, and I wasn't going to welcome my baby into a bad environment. We need to be fully prepared.

- What do you want to do now, Gorgeous? He asks me gently as I see him giving a look at the list in my hands. Do you want us to go back home and get some food on our way? Or you'd like to look for something else while we're still here? He questions with the same gentle tone.

- Well, I would like to go get a few stuff for the baby. Just to have at least one or two pyjamas first and maybe a pacifier. And then one of us, or together, we could come back to get more when we'll have our pay next month, I suggest to my boyfriend as I fold the paper and put it in my bag. I won't need it anymore for today.

- Sounds good, he says before grabbing my hand and interlocking our fingers together, one more time. The man takes a step forward and places a kiss on my forehead before turning around and pulling me softly along with him. Clothe section. Awnhhh, those pajamas are so adorable!! I look at the pajamas which seems to be mainly for girls in this section. But I think it is right. I don't know why but I'm pretty sure we're having a girl. I can feel it. Girl section?

- Yep, I say as I unfold a pajama to look at it better.

- What if its a boy? He asks me with a smirk. You can't make him wear a pink pajama, I smile to his reply and give an amused look at Phil.

- It's a girl. Trust me. Woman/mommy instinct, I tell him playfully, yet, with a point of seriousness. Phil laughs amused before putting both his hands up in surrender. I smile and continue looking at the baby clothes. I can feel Phil's eyes staring at each of my moves. I glance time to time at the boy, unable to stop myself from smiling. This really makes me happy!

- Phil? I suddenly hear a woman calling for him. Oh... I keep my head down and just mind my business while he turned around to look at who was calling for him.

- Andy? He calls the girl back. He sounds surprised to see her here...

- What are you doing in a baby store? She asks him, sounding confused. I discretely look up and see her frowning a bit confused before a smirk appears on her face. She looks so fake... Lost my number? Want us to have a little time together like before? She asks as she places her hand on his chest. Wow, back off!!

- No, I didn't lost your number. I deleted it, he answers so calmly as he rejected her hand from his chest. Suddenly, the girl stars giggling and insists, putting her hand back on his chest. She's going to eat one of those pajamas by her bum hole if she doesn't leave him... Hormones, not good.

- Very funny! She says through her idiotic giggling. Seriously, what are you doing here? She asks him a second time as she seems to get even closer to Phil. He is not going to step back?

- I'm going to be a father, Andy, he responds seriously to the girl as he rejects her hand harshly and make her step back from him. How can he keep his cool like this?! Despite feeling upset at the moment, I can’t help but to smile a bit when I heard him saying “father”. And I completely stopped looking at the stuff I wanted to look at for the baby...

- What tells you it was an accident? He suddenly answers. Oh... Maybe I am in a healthy relationship and my partner and I wanted to create our own family, he says to the girl, speaking as if this was the most common thing he would have said. But everyone knows Phil isn't like that... He would have never said those words before... Not even while being drunk.

- Right, she replies, clearly not believing him. Phil, seriously? I'm not buying this bullshit. You're not the kind of man who wants to be in a healthy relationship and who wants to be the perfect father. You like running after women and have them in your bed every night, she states seriously, reminding the past he used to have. Have them in his bed... It's been long since I heard someone say that..

- I've changed... He begins to say.

- Yeah, no, people don't change this much... She interrupts him, clearly not buying his words and not wanting to believe them for a second. I watch the girl shaking her head left to right before she chews her lower lip. Oh come on! I grab the first pajama I was looking at and go stand next to my boyfriend.

- Believe what you want, he tells her, clearly not giving a damn about what she says or thinks.

- Excuse me? She questions, looking at him like she's doubting his words. Though, at the sight of his eyes, she slowly seems to realize that he was actually not joking. And who's the woman you accidentally got pregnant? She continues to ask him. Accidentally... I know that me being pregnant with Phil's baby was an accident, but hearing someone saying it like this... It feels different. It hurts. It hurts because that's nothing that Phil or I planned and I know things could have gone differently in many ways...

- Okay, I found everything we needed so far, I say, not sounding very pleased.

- Okay, let's go, he tells me as he grabs my hand. The moment I came up to him, Phil just completely ignored the girl and smiled at me. Andy looks down at our hands before she frowns upset.

- MC? I hear Andy calling me. I stop and look at her.

- Yes? I answer, arcing one eyebrow in confusion.

- MC LN is the girl you knocked up? She asks Phil with an upset tone, actually completely ignoring me. Great... What a mature reaction...

- Hello, I'm right in front of you, I say with sarcasm. Andy looks at me with such an unpleased look. And maybe a disgust one...

- I don't care, she spats at my face before looking at Phil with disgust. And I'm sorry for you. You're ruining your life twice more than I thought, she tells him which made me frown with sadness. I can't help but to feel a pinch on my heart. Am I ruining his life? Is that really what people think when they see us together?

- Okay, enough! We came here to do our business, if you're not happy, it doesn't matter. It is what it is... Tells, Phil, starting to raise his voice a bit as he speaks with a a harsh tone. Honestly, I've rarely seen Phil angry before. I did see him that way once or twice at the Aurora when people were provokating him or when someone would not respect the rules in his bar. I even saw him fight with a client that was too close to me once... But that's it. I grab his arm and try to make him calm down.

- Phil... I call him softly as I notice a few pairs of eyes looking at the scene.

- I told you, I've changed. We're having a baby. So I'm not going to let you disrespect MC and my child just because it doesn't please you or because I didn't choose you. Now, we'd like to pay for these, should we address to you or should we find another person? He tells her with the same harsh tone as before while giving her the darkest glare ever. Honestly, if I was her, I would feel so intimidated... The darkness in his eyes looks so dangerous. Andy stares at him with surprise because of the way he spoke to her. However, the surprise didn’t stay long on her face.

- You're a loser, Phil, she tells him before taking the pajama from my hand and going to the checkout.

- Yes, glad to know, he replies as he takes the money out to pay the pajama. She scans the code and gives us the price. Phil gives him the money and asks her to make an order for the crib we saw and the car seat so we can come pick them up later in the week. Reluctantly, Andy takes note of the order we made and gave us a receipt with the number of the order. Phil takes it before grabbing my hand and pulling me gently along with him to leave the store.

That was... Intense. Weird. Upsetting. Awkward. Ugh! I know I'm going to have to face few women that Phil got in his bed, but it always feels like a challenge whenever the moment comes. When I stepped out from the store, it’s like I could breath again. I felt like I was keeping my breathing for so long... 

- You didn't have to... I say to my boyfriend as we reach his car.

- Yes, I did, he responds, sounding upset.

- Phil... I call him calmly. The man faces me as he opens the car door for me. But I don't go in. I just stare at him instead, showing him that I want to talk. Phil lets a small sigh out before taking my hand in his to squeeze it.

- MC, you and I started an adventure together. We agreed, the both of us, to keep this baby. I'm happy with you and I love you, just like I love this baby already. I'm doing everything to change and to prove you that I am going to be here for you both all the time. Protecting you and defending you is part of this change, he says with such a protective and serious tone mixed with love in his voice. I can't stop staring at him. I know he changed. I know he wants to do well because of how his father was with him. He doesn't want to make the same mistakes. But I know he won't. He keeps proving it to me. Today, one more time.

- Thank you, I whisper sincerely as I crack a smile at him. My boyfriend seems to relax as he smiles back at me. Delicately, Phil places two fingers under my chin and brings his face closer to mine as he gently lifts my head. His lips connect with mine, tenderly kissing me. We pull away, still having that smile on our face.

- Let's go home, Gorgeous, he says as he holds the door for me. I get in before he carefully closes the door. Phil gets on the driver's seat and drives us home.

Back home, the only thing I wanted to do was to relax. I just wanted to lay down and think about nothing. Try at least... On our way home, the sky has started to become dark. The sun left, replaced by dark clouds and the rain falling hard. I guess we're having a storm tonight...

I enter the bathroom and start running some water in the bathtub. It’s been a while since I took a warm bath. I usually take a shower to not use too much water. But a bath is sometimes what I need to relax completely.

Sitting in the bathtub, I let the water get higher slowly as the foam is surrounding me. I love the smell that comes from the foam. It always reminds me my childhood somehow. I play with the bubbles, popping them one by one or making some shapes with it. I somehow find it relaxing. And I guess I never stopped doing that ever since I was a child... But what really relaxes me is certainly the pair of hands massaging me.

Right behind me, Phil is sitting in the bathtub, giving me a massage on my back and shoulders. I can feel his lips kissing the back of my neck time to time, making me giggle. His hands give one last squeeze on my shoulders before they slide down my back and come to cover my belly.

- Lay back, he whispers in my ear as he gently pulls me with him. I let him lay me down until my back rests on his chest. I can feel his thumbs softly rubbing my belly. Sometimes, Phil draws some shapes or words on it, tickling me.

- I love you, Phil, I whisper lovingly at him as I cover his right hand with some foam.

- I love you, too, MC. I love you so much, he whispers with the same loving tone before planting a kiss on the back of my head and resting his cheek against it.

For a good half an hour, we stay in the bathtub together, enjoying this moment together. I have to admit, even though it was really relaxing to be in the warm water and to have that back massage, I couldn’t stop thinking about what that Andy girl said about Phil’s life and how I ruin it. I know he has proven to me so many times that he is working hard to change. He said it. He proved it to me. But still... I’m... I guess I’m scared to lose what I've been living those past few months with Phil. He makes me feel safe, loved, and protected. I’m scared to lose that one day...

I am in the living room, I'm scrolling on my phone to change my mind when I suddenly felt the tears coming up. Hormones... I hate it. Why does it always happen when I over think or when the situation involves to much emotions...? I log off my phone and get up from the sofa to go find Phil. I need to ask him... Again. I need to be sure.

I enter the kitchen, finding Phil smoking by the window. Ever since he learned about the pregnancy, Phil has always been careful to always smoke in a room where I am not standing. He is always either by the window or outside, but he insisted on not smoking in the house and especially not while I am in the same room at him. Another thing that proves me he changed...

- So, pretend that I don't have tears rolling down right now because those are actually hormones but, do you really not miss the life you had before? I ask him with a shaky voice as I look at him and the wall alternately. Phil turned around to look at me when he heard the sound of my voice. He looks a bit stunt, seeming surprised of my sudden question and the tears. I can’t maintain the look with his eyes. I can’t stare at him. Phil smashes his cigarette and closes the window. I'm just asking because that girl at the store wasn't all wrong and I know you did a lot to change and I'm really happy and proud of you for changing this much but I think she might have a point and I can't stop thinking about it and worrying that you're not happy and maybe I'm actually keeping you from living the life you always wanted and then I keep saying to myself that it is not be true but what if you... I tell him absolutely every single thought that comes up to my mind in one single breath. I'm just sharing my fear of losing him... and I think Phil saw it. My boyfriend comes up to me and takes my hands in his, stopping me from talking.

- It's alright, breathe, Gorgeous. I don't remember when was the last time you breathe in between all of those words, he says with a chuckle as he stares at me. I nod and look away as I feel new tears streaming down my face. Phil releases one of my hands and gently wipes my tears away. The life I had before is very different from the one I have now, but it doesn't mean I don't like it. Before, I enjoyed my life as a... How did you call me? A womanizer? Yeah, he tells me gently, slightly mocking me with the words I used to use against him. I hear him chuckle which makes me crack a faint smile. but the tears are stronger. Phil continues to wipe my tears off every time one falls down. I was this womanizer loving to flirt with women to then have them in my bed. I wanted nothing less or more from them. Today, I am someone else thanks to you. I have the chance to have a family, to share my child with you, and to just live a life with you. Something I secretly always wanted to be honest. You're giving me more than anyone has ever gave me and I love you more every day for that, he admits with a serious tone before forcing me to look up into his eyes. More tears spill down my face, but they rapidly disappear as Phil wipes them away. He always wanted to be with me in the first place...? I didn't know that... Why never saying it before? So no, I don't regret my old life and no, I don't want to go back to it. I want to stay with you two. Forever. So don't worry, okay? He tells me sincerely, caressing my cheek with his thumb. He does...? I don’t reply to his words. I don't know what to say. Well, I have hundreds of words running in my mind but it's like I don't know how to formulate what I want to tell him. Instead of speaking, I hug Phil, snaking my arms around his back. Phil hugs me back instantly, running his hand up and down my back. You know what? I think we should get some fries and nuggets tonight, he tells me with a suggestive tone. I smile through my last tears as I remember it is the first "meal" we shared together.

- And ice cream with vanilla flavor. Or mango. Or lemon. Or maybe vanilla and caramel, I say, adding some food to the list. Phil chuckles before he pulls away from me.

- I'll try to remember all of them, Gorgeous, he says with an amused smile. He wipes the last tears off my cheks one more time before I get on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Well... That's what I thought I was going to do. Phil turns his head and captures my lips with his, tenderly and passionately kissing them. Our lips move in synch as we share our love for each other. He's really the one for me... I feel it.

- You'll be a good father, Phil, I tell him with a sincere tone after pulling away from the kiss.

- You think? He asks me, sounding unsure about himself. I nod positively. I think you'll be an amazing mom, Gorgeous. He or she will love you so much, he says as he looks down at my belly. Phil places carefully his hand over my stomach, smiling happily. I smile as well as I cover his hand with mine. I hope he’s right... I’m scared to not be a good enough mother for my baby. I guess we’ll discover if we were meant to be parents once this baby will be here. We’ll do everything we can to make our baby happy and for it to grow in a heathly environment. We love it already too much. What will it be once it’ll be born? I can't wait to meet you baby.

#multifandom #duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood jake #duskwood jessy #iamjake #duskwood phil #phil duskwood #phil hawkins #duskwood dan #phil x mc #philhawkinsxmc #duskwood hacker #jake duskwood #duskwood everbyte #everbyte studios #duskwood thomas #duskwood hannah

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Hiiii youre latest yamamoto one was so good 💖💖💖 can you do one where the team meets his fine ass goth gf and their like “yeah right shes youre gf” and he gets kinda insecure but then after practice they here him and his gf fuckin in the locker room

Goth Chick

Masterlist

I’m always in awe of writers who can whip something up and post it within a few hours 😅 Also I loved this request!!

Words: 1790+

Warnings: smut, locker room quickie, lil bit of exhibition??, goth reader

Ft. Yamamoto Taketora x FEM!reader, Kenma, Kuroo, Yaku, Lev, Shohei

Summary: Nobody believes that Yamamoto has a hot goth girlfriend

Looks can be deceiving, and deceiving you were. Appearance wise you were odd; not quite a girl you'd expect to see in a uniformed collage. Your hair was constantly changing, and you clomped down the hall with the tallest pair of platform boots you could wear without getting in big shit. You managed to get away with ripping up your black uniform tights, fixing a new rip pattern on every replacement the school gave you.

Your footsteps echoed through the empty hall as you went to leave your building, making your way down to the gym your boyfriend practiced at. The bento box you made for him sat snugly under your arm, wrapped in a cloth patterned with cute bears holding knives.

You opened the double doors of the gymnasium and your clomping footsteps echoed throughout the building. Yamamoto was talking to his coach, so you just yelled a quick greeting.

"Taketora!" You caught his attention. "Your lunch!" You held up the bento before placing it on a bench. Frantic buzzing sounded from your pocket and you pulled out your phone. You cringed and hopped back outside to answer the call.

"You know her?" Kuroo raised his eyebrows at Yamamoto when he was done being lectured by his coach. "You don't seem like the person she would make lunch for, let alone hangout with you."

"She's my girlfriend, actually!" Yamamoto beamed brightly, peeling back the fabric covering the bento. His cheeks turned dark red when he read the little note inside.

'Meet me at the change rooms after practice ;)'

"Yeah right," Yaku butted in. "Pretty sure she's just being nice— it doesn't mean she's interested."

"We've been dating for a few months!" Yamamoto retorted. "I just haven't really talked about it."

"Sure, buddy," Kuroo patted him on the back. "Whatever helps you get off at night."

Yamamoto trailed loudly after his friends, attempting to convince them that he was telling the truth. He gave up and slumped his shoulders, but feeling giddy with the promise of seeing you at the locker rooms.

Inspecting your nails, you waited with your hip jutted against the cool wall beside the change rooms for Taketora's practice to end. Your day was rough, tiring, annoying; and you wanted your boyfriend as soon as possible— and if it was in the locker room where anyone could hear you, so be it. You checked the time for the third time within the span of five minutes, impatiently rubbing your thighs together. Only two minutes after Taketora's scheduled practice ended, he bounded his way towards you.

"Hey, babe," he grinned breathlessly, his fingertips finding a hold on your waist.

You pulled your boyfriend closer to give him a kiss, grinning when you realized that he was already semi-hard. Your hand hovered over his bulge, cupping him gently.

"T-the rest of the team's gonna practice a little longer, we don't have a lot of time," Taketora uttered frantically, holding in a breath when you palmed his growing erection.

"We better hurry, then," you purred, leading Taketora by the hand into the boys' locker room. You stepped in and hung up your bag on a hook, looking back to see your frenzied boyfriend hastily turning the lock so no one could come in without a key.

Yamamoto turned back to you with a light blush dusting his cheeks, lips sealed together in a squiggly line. His eyes grew wide when you slowly lifted up your skirt, showcasing a pair of pantyhose held up by thigh garners. Taketora huffed out a groan and quickly pulled off his shirt, almost tripping as he lurched towards you. You caught him by his biceps and quirked an amused brow at him before stealing a kiss.

"Sorry I'm so sweaty," Taketora breathlessly pulled back from the kiss. His hands wandered from your waist to your breasts, air catching in his throat because he still couldn't get over how he was touching your tits.

"Mm, it's ok 'Tora," you murmured against his lips. "Jus' so horny right now."

With a harsh pull, you sat Taketora on one of the benches and promptly settled on his lap. He barely had time to catch his breath before you pressed your soft lips against his, your hand wandering down until it found his erection again. You nibbled his bottom lip as you greedily pulled his cock from its confinements. You didn't bother to peel his shorts away before you spat on your hand and jerked him off.

"I took off my panties before you came over," you whispered into Taketora's ear, making him shiver. "M gonna fuck you now, mhm?"

"Y-yeah," he agreed, swallowing the lump in his throat.

With Taketora's hand on the bench and the other on your waist, you slowly sank down on his cock, yanking a groan from his throat as your pussy encased him fully. You waited impatiently for his laboured breaths to calm down before you started to gently grind your hips, quickening your pace when Taketora held his head back and moaned. He used both hands to hold your waist, encouraging your slow bounces to go faster.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this all day," you moaned against your boyfriend's trapezius. You pressed sloppy kisses against the side of his neck, sucking and nibbling gently on the reddened skin.

"M'too," Taketora grunted, "s'close, babe."

"Wait," you whined, pulling up so just the head of his cock was nestled between your legs. "Want it to last."

"B-but the team..." he wandered off as you sank back down.

"I don't care if the team catches us, I just want to fuck you," you growled the last part, speeding up your pace considerably. Your juices mixed with his and each time your thighs met his, a wet 'pap' sound echoed throughout the empty room. Taketora shakily unbuttoned your blouse, and pulled your breasts out of your bra so he could suck on one.

From an outsider's perspective, it was hard not to imagine what was going on behind the closed door. Loud moans left your lips as you tried your best to thump your hips harder. Yamamoto's face turned beet red at your actions, and worried his bottom lip between his teeth at the thought of someone walking in. It would be so embarrassing yet so satisfying; just a 'fuck you, I have a girlfriend!' To anyone peeping.

Your fingers found purchase in Taketora's hair, tightening your hold on the back of his head as you lapped and sucked at his jugular. He squirmed at your touches, and couldn't stop thinking about how close he was to coming.

"Y/n," Taketora gasped, "please, let me cum please."

"Not until I do, 'Tora," you purred, "you know the rules."

Taketora whimpered embarrassingly loudly, but continued to grip your waist and fuck up into you nonetheless. He grit his teeth when he felt your tight pussy flutter around his cock, and he felt your hand leave his cheek so you could rub circles on your clit.

"Mmmh, so close, fuck," you sighed happily. Taketora's eyes scrunched up in concentration, trying his best not to worry about how loud you were moaning so he could just enjoy the moment.

"Y/n—," he whined, "c-can't hold it much longer."

"Fu-fuck," you groaned. "Just be good and wait, ok? Be a good boy for me and wait."

"Holy, you're fuckin hot," Taketora murmured, mostly to himself. He admired your spit-soaked lips when you pulled away from his neck, your eyes rolling back. "Shit, need't cum so bad, babe. Please cum, pleasepleaseplease~ I'm trying so hard to be good but I— ho-oh fuck."

Taketora had to use one hand to hold your arched back to keep you from falling, almost dropping you when you started to play with your perky nipples. You used one hand to rub your clit, closing your eyes to focus on your incoming orgasm.

"Shit," you whined, "so deep."

Yamamoto had to bite his lip and tighten his abs so he wouldn't cum on the spot, and he continued to help you bounce on his cock. The feint sound of the locker room door jiggling was the least of Taketora's worries at the moment, and he growled out whispered praises.

"I'm coming baby! Oh holy fuck you feel so good," your mouth dropped open and your movements slowed to a regular pace as you rode out your orgasm.

"Can-can I please cum now?" Taketora whimpered, his sanity holding on by a thread that's fibres were barley attached.

He watched with hopeful eyes as you slipped off of his cock and got down onto your knees. You reached out a hand and grasped his shaft, bringing your lips to his glans. Looking up at him with doe eyes, you lapped and sucked on his cock obscenely, and almost instantaneously Taketora shot his load down your throat.

"Holy shit, y/n," he sighed as you made a scene of swallowing his cum.

You both helped one another fix up your clothes and made yourselves look presentable before grabbing your bags. You wiped his face with makeup remover to get rid of the smeared lipstick, but left his neck as it was (because let's be honest, even if you got the lipstick off, the hickeys would give you away). You were the first at the door and you unlocked it before stepping out, not terribly surprised when several of your boyfriend's teammates were right outside. To say that they looked shocked was an understatement— most of the boys had bright red faces and were attempting to look away from you, others held in laughter, and Kenma looked absolutely horrified and disgusted. Taketora stepped out and stopped immediately at the doorframe, eyes wide in embarrassment.

"Bye, 'Tora," you kissed Yamamoto's cheek, leaving an imprint of your lipstick. The boys watched in silence as you made eye contact with them before waving and skipping away, your shoes camping in your wake.

"...holy shit," Yaku was the first to break the silence. He watched you turn the corner before whipping his head back to Yamamoto.

"ew," Kenma groaned. "I don't even want to go in."

"Um... what were you guys doing in there? Kissing?" Lev asked curiously, a dusting of pink on his cheeks.

"Er, yeah sure. Let's just say that," Kuroo stifled a laugh. "Oh Yamamoto, you have a little something..." he trailed off, pointing to his own neck.

"UH- um," Taketora's hand slapped over the tender skin where you left dark bruises.

"Well... if you'll excuse me I'm just going to take a shower," Shohei butted past Yamamoto with a deep blush on his face.

"...you're so disgusting."

"I think he knows, Kenma."

#anime #haikyuu!! #hq x reader #hq!! #taketora yamamoto x reader #yamamoto taketora smut #yamamoto taketora x reader #taketora yamamoto #yamamoto taketora

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Body

Part 1 of 2

Part 2

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: None

Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks

Awww I love doing smol readers and where Peter's actually the one that has it together lol sooo thanx for this

The TikTok is that new body positivity trend with that Megan Thee Stallion song. Couldn't link it because tumblr acts weird about links but part 2 will have a video for Peter. Also reader will be 18 (senior in high school) cuz some people think minors shouldn't participate in the trend lol

A/N: Either a motivation fairy hit me in the middle of the night or I'm really just that bored to the point where I had no choice but to get my motivation to write back. Either way I'm happy lol. Enjoy! Thanks to @yumings and @kelieah for helping me feel confident in this lol

Will definitely be a two parter🙂

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Body oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy-

You'd finally finished editing the video.

It was a simple, short collage of all of your favorite selfies and pictures that showed off your body well. There was a new trend going around on TikTok and when you saw it you just had to jump at it headfirst.

People would take their favorite pictures of themselves, ones that showed off their bodies just the way they liked, and they'd put it to the sound of Megan Thee Stallion's song "Body".

You looked through your entire phone gallery to find pictures that you were confident enough to post, some you'd forgotten you even took in the first place.

When you were done, you threw in the simple caption that everyone was using.

Heard we're using this sound to show off. My turn then😜

Yeahhhhhh, the caption sounded much more confident than you actually felt.

You actually thought about deleting it from the minute you posted it. Insecure wasn't even the word for it. And even with your followers there to hype you up, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. So, albeit hesitantly, you went to your friends for support.

The first person you showed was Michelle.

"You killed that," she said in math class as she passed you the phone underneath the table so that the professor wouldn't see.

"Thanks," you said. "I was honestly kinda nervous about it." You noticed her incredulous look and explained yourself, toying with the loose strings on your jacket. "Like seriously, I don't wanna fish for compliments, it's just that there are so many better ones out there."

Michelle gave a lopsided grin. "That's just you being insecure, you dork," she retorted. "You look hot." She gave an uninterested glare at the teacher when they told her to be quiet. Then she turned towards you with a smile. "You shown Peter yet? I bet he'd agree."

You shifted in your seat nervously and MJ immediately caught on. "What, you don't wanna show him?" She gave you a look when you took a while to answer. "Dude he's literally your boyfriend. I'm pretty sure he'll like it."

"MJ, we haven't even-" you looked around secretively. "-we haven't even taken our shirts off in front of each other yet. There's literally a pic of me in my sports bra and I.." You shrugged, a little embarrassed by the conversation topic. "I-i just don't know how he'd react."

You and Peter were a fairly new couple and were taking it slow. You'd only ever kissed, cuddled, and held hands so far. Plus, you were a major causal clothes wearer. Sweatshirts and jeans, those were your specialty. The two of you were in no rush and you were both fine with that, but you had no idea how he would react to seeing pictures of you like that.

And, though it wasn't the most feminist approach, you kinda wanted to impress him. Was that so bad?

MJ, forever the voice of patronizing reason, rolled her eyes at you. "So, let me get this straight. You're not fine with your boyfriend seeing sexy pictures of you, but you're okay with literal strangers seeing you instead?"

"Look, I know it's-"

"No, no I totally get it," she said with a sympathetic smirk, before laughing. "I just wanted to show you how dumb it sounded though."

The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Look," she said, standing up and getting her things. "You have nothing to be worried about. Peter practically worships the ground you walk on. He'll love it."

When you showed Ned, he genuinely didn't give a shit.

"Oh my God, there's a new Megan Thee Stallion album?!"

"Uh, yeah."

"I have to listen to it right now!"

"Yeah okay, but do you like the-"

He was already plugging in his headphones before you even finished your sentence.

You showed Harry next. If anyone was gonna rate you unabashedly, it'd definitely be him.

He was the only friend you had in your lunch period, so you met up with him every day. Towards the end of lunch that day, you'll pulled out your phone and asked if he wanted to see the video. He enthusiastically agreed.

He watched the short video with an amused expression, bopping his head to the music all the while.

When it ended, he handed you your phone back and gave you a high-five. "Damn girl!," he praised. "Just throwing it out there, if Peter fails you, I'm hella available."

"Heh, thanks." You smiled as you felt your entire face heat up. "Ya think he'll like it?"

"What, you haven't shown him yet?" You shook her head, giving a nervous smile. "Oh-" he nodded confidently. "-he'll love it. Trust me."

"Are you sure?," you asked.

"Yeah," he responded with a shrug. "Why are you so worried?"

"Because he's not-..he doesn't really seem-" You couldn't find the right words for it. "I dunno, I just really want him to like it!"

Harry scoffed. "Look. Let me tell you a little secret about Peter Parker," he snickered. "Or practically all guys for that matter."

"Okay?," you said, curious as to where this was going.

He smirked. "You remember when he introduced himself to you at my party last summer?"

You nodded.

"Well, hon..." Harry lowered his head to where he was whispering in your ear. "Your personality wasn't what he was noticing from across the room.. catch my drift?" He chuckled when he saw you blushing as you caught where his eyes had wandered. "Just sayin'."

Seeing your incredulous expression, Harry continued. "Peter likes to act like he's not checking you out every second of the day, but I promise you he is. That little "I'm so respectful and bashful" crap he has going is complete B.S."

You smirked and rolled your eyes as he pulled away from your ear and kept walking. "You're an ass."

Harry shrugged. "True, but I'm a realistic ass." The alarm on his phone sounded which marked his time to start heading to his next class. Standing up, he smiled down at you. "Seriously, if I could take back all the time spent listening to Pete go on about how good you look in your jeans, I'd be one well rested guy."

You rolled your eyes, but it betrayed the small smile growing. After all, he wouldn't be Harry if he wasn't a flirtatious dweeb. "Bye Harry."

"Show him the video, [Y/N]. He'll love it. You know I'm right."

And then there was one...

Later in the day, you were talking with MJ after school, waiting because Peter always insisted on driving you home because chivalry was not going to die as long as he was alive to keep it going.

When he finally showed up, the first thing he did was take you by the hand and give you a quick peck on the forehead.

"How are you guys doing?," he asked as your little trio started to walk.

"We're good," you chirped, ever so conscious of the phone in your pocket that you were suddenly very hesitant to pull out.

MJ noticed and nudged you. "You got anything you wanna show anybody, [Y/N]?," she asked with a smirk, causing Peter to look at you curiously.

You stayed quiet, but MJ still wasn't putting up with it. "I think you may have a video that you made..."

You remained silent and Peter looked at you, a lot more confused now. MJ frowned. "Um... cough.. cough."

Peter laughed and stopped walking. "Okay, what am I missing?" He looked to you and when he didn't see your expression falter, he looked to MJ. "What's going on?"

Michelle shrugged. "[Y/N] wants to show you a dumb TikTok she made but she's scared about how you'll react."

"Michelle!," you scolded.

She shrugged again. "What? You weren't going to say anything anytime soon."

"A TikTok?," Peter questioned. "Cool, which one did you do this time?"

You could feel your face heat up for the hundredth time that day. "It's a...um.." You stared down at the ground. Jesus, this was hard. "..It's a body positivity trend."

His eyebrows went up at that. "Oh, well um.. is it cool if I see it?," he asked.

You blushed. "Sure." You pulled out your phone and opened the app. When you got to the video you quickly shoved it into his face before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.

Both you and Michelle watched Peter's face as he watched the video.

His cheeks immediately turned red but his expression was unreadable. He had to have watched it over 5 times before MJ pulled the phone out of his hand. "Helloooo, earth to Peter Parker?"

She snapped into his face several times and he started to blink wildly, apparently being pulled out of a trance. "I...um- heh.."

You gave a small, nervous smile. "..did you like it?," you asked, growing confused as stared at you, his expression still the same. "Um, Peter?"

Suddenly, he smiled and let out a little chuckle. "Sorry... just..." He laughed again and scratched his head, unable to keep eye contact. "You're just- like.... really hot."

You blushed. Fuck. "You're not just saying that are you?"

"No, really like-" He looked back at the phone. "...Damn." He bit his lip. "How on earth did I get so lucky?"

"Okay, can we please get in the car before I throw up?"

The two of you looked at an uncomfortable MJ with embarrassment riddled on your faces. "Yeah, totally," you said with an awkward cough. "Sorry."

"Nice video [Y/N]," Peter murmured bashfully, opening the door of his car for you, his face still beet red. "Really nice..."

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Caught in the Loop - chapter 2

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Chat Noir bets to Ladybug that he loves the girl behind the spots, no matter who she is. Ladybug bets to Chat Noir that he's only her partner and best friend, she doesn't love him 'that' way. What happens when they accept to get caught into a spiritual 'loop' , living through many alternate realities to prove that they're right and win their bet? They end up losing it, of course. They lose ROYALLY. Lovesquare identity reveal with a twist!

Cover art credit: Rosehealer02

Chapter 2 — Jealousy

Marinette woke with a start. She sat up in a mad haste and then blinked and looked around. And then blinked again. What was she doing in her room? Last thing she remembered, she was in a closet with Chat Noir and Chaoss had triggered the loop. Why was she in her—she looked at her legs and winced—bed? She had been in school. What was going on?

"Oh, good morning, Marinette," came a voice from her back and Marinette turned around to see Tikki rub her little eyes sleepily. "It's unusual for you to wake up so early."

Marinette looked at her watch and saw that it was 5.30 AM. She collapsed back on her bed, landing on her back, and put a hand on her forehead, moving her hair from it with the gesture.

"Are you okay, Marinette?" The little red kwami moved from her place on the side of Marinette's pillow and started floating over her face.

"I… I must have had a dream, Tikki. Nothing—"

She wanted to say 'nothing to worry about', but as she was starting to say that, she turned around on her left to look at the pictures of Adrien and Luka on the side of her bed. The second her gaze landed on the little showcase on display on her wall, she felt herself sucking her breath in and her heart stopped. She found herself unable to continue her sentence as all blood drained from her face.

In full display on her showcase weren't the pictures of Adrien and Luka, nor the other pictures of her friends she remembered having there. No. At the centre of the showcase was a blown up version of… what looked like… a kiss between Ladybug and Chat Noir? There were cuts from magazines and newspapers showing the two heroes together, in poses that Marinette didn't remember having ever struck and doing things that she didn't remember having done. Couple things? She bolted in a sitting position so fast that her head banged on the ceiling of her bed's mezzanine.

"Ouch," she muttered as her hands ran to the tender spot on the top of her head where her skull had met the wall. "That hurts!" She opened her eyes again, hoping that the pain she had just felt would wake her up from whatever daydream she had fallen in, but the pictures of her alter ego in a romantic engagement with her partner didn't go away. They kept glaring at her, almost loudly.

"Marinette, you're more clumsy than usual this morning," mused Tikki. The frown on her face was one of concern. "Maybe you should tell your mother that you're not feeling well? Stay at home?"

Marinette's heart was playing overdrive. Her hand moved to the picture of Ladybug kissing Chat Noir and stroked her partner's face. She moved her hand to every picture and newspaper article.

Hang on, a newspaper article?

Marinette removed the pin on one of the articles attached to her showcase and picked it up, starting to read it, but it was only an account of the fight against Dark Owl, exactly like she remembered it. She was nearly putting it back to its place, but when she reached the end, her eyes widened as she read, 'after Ladybug captured the akuma, our beloved couple of superheroes celebrated the victory again with their trademark kiss on the lips.'

"Their WHAT?" she whispered. Her heart was in her throat. She stood up in a haste from her bed and nearly somersaulted down the stairs of her mezzanine. When she reached the floor of her bedroom and looked around, the pictures that greeted her were none that she could remember. Her whole room was plastered with pictures of Ladybug and Chat Noir's achievements. She moved the mouse of her computer and even her lockscreen was different! Instead of the collage she had made with modelling pictures of Adrien, her eyes were met with a similar collage—of Chat Noir? What. The. Proverbial. Heck—? The more her eyes darted from one side of her room to the next, the more her face felt drained of blood and her heart felt like freezing in her chest.

"Marinette? Can you tell me what's going on? Why are you looking at the pictures of your boyfriend as if you've seen a three headed monster?" When Tikki said that, Marinette's panic doubled. No, who was she kidding. It tripled. Quadrupled. CENTUPLED.

"My what?" She turned towards the kwami and stared into her concerned blue eyes with her terrified ones.

"Your—boyfriend. That nightmare must have been really bad, Marinette." Tikki moved a paw to her forehead. "Or maybe you've come down with something. Maybe you should transform and tell Chat Noir you're not feeling well and ask if he can be Mr. Bug for the day. I can bring him the earrings."

Marinette brought her hands to her temples. "This… doesn't make sense, Tikki. I was in a closet with Chat Noir. He was saying, as always, that he would love me no matter who I was, and I told him, as always, that for me he was only my best friend, and then you and Plagg started talking about this loop, and then Chaoss app—" She was interrupted by Tikki's paws on her lips.

"Chaoss you said? The loop?" Her eyes were now wide. "Okay, so now everything makes sense."

Marinette groaned. "What do you mean it all makes sense? What's going on and what happened to my pictures of Adrien?" Her voice rose a whole octave as she said the last couple of words.

Tikki sighed. "Adrien, you say? Oh yes, that makes perfect sense." She must have noticed the look of pure confusion Marinette had shot at her, because the little kwami gave her a pat on the cheek and smiled softly. "I can't be more precise with you, Marinette. You're not my Marinette, I can't give you too much information. From what I heard, in your reality you and Chat Noir are only friends."

Marinette didn't know why, but the way Tikki had said those words and the gleam in her eyes as she said them took her aback. The words of the kwami resounded in her head a few times and she widened her eyes in shock.

"So this is part of the loop?" she asked.

Tikki nodded. "Yes. This is not your reality, it's one of the realities you will be put through as part of the loop." Marinette breathed better.

"So I haven't gone completely mad or something, this isn't real. It's only part of the loop process," she mused under her breath.

Tikki's eyes hardened. "No, Marinette. This reality is as real as the reality you live in. It's an alternate reality that hasn't happened in your timeline, but it doesn't mean that it's less real or that doing something here won't have consequences for the world as it is in this reality, and for my Marinette when she will be back."

"I-I don't understand," said Marinette.

"You have been sent here for a reason, Marinette. Did you say that your part of the loop was betting that he was only a friend for you?"

Marinette nodded. "Yes, he's my partner and my best friend. I mean—" She lowered her gaze. "—he did tell me that he loved me, when we faced Glaciator. He had prepared a beautiful rooftop lit with candles and gave me a gorgeous red rose. But I rejected him because I love Adrien." Tikki seemed to be trying to say something but Marinette continued quickly, "I know it's only a dream to be with Adrien, but I can't help it."

"So you're not Adrien's girlfriend either?" asked Tikki.

Marinette shook her head. "I wish. No, I'm not. And he has a girlfriend now, but I still can't forget him. I have even tried to go out with another boy, Luka. And he's great and all but… I can't be truthful with him and we recently broke up. I can't have a relationship with someone and have to run away from him every five minutes because of an akuma. Luka was great, I really liked him, but I hurt him because I couldn't tell him the truth and that's when I realised that while I'm Ladybug there's no space for romance in my life." She couldn't help it, she felt her eyes filling with tears and covered her face hastily with her hands, as deep sobs shook her frame. She felt Tikki's paw patting her head softly.

"What about your Chat Noir? You said he went in the loop because he wanted to prove to you that he would love you whoever you are, so he still loves you, and deeply."

"He does," said Marinette in between sobs. "That's what he kept telling me from the start. I told you I had to reject him after André was turned into Glaciator because I couldn't reciprocate his feelings."

"But if you're trying to move on from your feelings about Adrien, if Adrien has become unattainable because he has a girlfriend, why turn to someone like Luka and not give Chat Noir a chance? He's not doing that badly as your boyfriend here."

Marinette took her face off her hands and gave a very watery look to her red spotted friend. Her heart hurt at Tikki's words and she wasn't entirely certain why. Was it because Tikki had just pointed out that Marinette had treated Chat Noir not even as a second choice, but a third? Was it because she had said that he was a good boyfriend? She had never doubted he would be; in fact, there was a time when she had thought that, had Adrien not been in the picture, she may have fallen in love with Chat Noir. So… why did she turn to Luka when she needed someone to be with? Why not Chat Noir who had been patiently waiting for her for such a long time? The pang of guilt attacked her heart so suddenly that it caught her by surprise.

"I…" she started to say, but Tikki smiled and put her paws on her mouth.

"You don't need to tell me anything, Marinette. You don't need to justify yourself. But you know what?" she said as her paws left her lips and she met Marinette's gaze with hers. "You're here now to learn a lesson, and I have an idea what that lesson may be." She gave Marinette a smug look and that shocked her a bit. She wasn't used to seeing such a look on her kwami's face—it was more common to see it on Alya's.

"I have no doubts that Chat Noir would be a great boyfriend, Tikki, but I can't be with him because of Chat Blanc," she eventually said.

Tikki looked surprised. "Chat Blanc?"

"It hasn't happened here?" Marinette asked. At Tikki's surprised 'no', her heart beat a bit faster. "One day in my timeline, Bunnyx appeared and brought me to the future. Everything had been destroyed, the moon had been Cataclysmed, and Chat Noir was all white and sitting atop Montparnasse Tower, heart broken. He said that our love had done that to the world. I thought it was a sign that I couldn't be with Chat Noir! Does he know my identity here?" she asked hastily, suddenly fearing that she had been thrown into the reality where Chat Noir had turned into Chat Blanc.

Tikki shook her head. "No, he doesn't. You're only together as superheroes."

"Am I the Guardian even here?" she asked after breathing a sigh of relief.

"Yes, you are. Something happened a few weeks ago when Hawkmoth akumatised your classmate Chloé."

So that hadn't changed. She nodded absent-mindedly and took another look at one of the pictures in her room. That one wasn't cut from a newspaper but had probably been taken either with her yoyo or with Chat's baton and printed with her printer; it showed them snuggled together on a rooftop, both smiling.

He had a nice smile there and looked really happy, but it wasn't what surprised her. SHE looked happy too. She ran a finger over the picture, contouring Chat's face and smile, and then sighed.

"That picture was taken a couple of nights ago, after an akuma," revealed Tikki.

So… she wasn't heartbroken here? She wasn't drowning under the heaviness of the responsibility of being a Guardian? She looked genuinely happy. Her gaze darted around and she examined all the pictures she could get close to, looking at her face. Looking at her eyes.

She was happy. Her heart sank. Was she the cause of her own heartache? Had she been rejecting the only boy she could possibly date and be happy with? A boy whose sex-appeal she had never been totally unaware of, nor unaffected by. By the time she thought all of that, her heart was pounding madly in her chest. Had she been a fool in rejecting Chat Noir?

"I… look so… happy," she muttered under her breath.

Tikki flew next to her. "Are you not happy in your reality?" She didn't need to say anything for Tikki to understand. She only needed to look at the kwami. "Oh. You're not."

She shook her head and grabbed the picture that Tikki had said had been taken only a couple of nights before. She gave a very long look full of longing at both their faces, their smiles, their closeness, how his arm wrapped around her shoulder, how she leaned into his chest, how softly they were both looking at each other, the warmth in their eyes and in their smiles. She wanted that. She craved that. She wanted someone to hug her like that. To look at her like that. Someone to lean on like that.

Was she feeling jealous of… herself? Envious of what her self had in this reality? When the realisation hit, she could hardly breathe.

"I need to see him, Tikki," she said as she put her clothes on and then put the picture in the pocket of her jeans.

"If you do—" started Tikki, but Marinette cut her off.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt his feelings."

Tikki put her paws on Marinette's mouth. "I'm not worried about that at all, Marinette. You look as if you need a hug and I can't do that for you." Marinette nodded, her eyes filling with tears again as Tikki continued, "Just transform, call him and meet him at the Eiffel Tower. He's used to you waking up in a mood where you need a hug; especially recently, with all the responsibilities of being a Guardian. But can you do me a favour?" Marinette nodded. "Don't pretend to be her. Just… go with the flow and try to enjoy it. Give him a good shot. Tell him you're not the Ladybug he knows, because he may feel the difference and ask you about it. He can take it, don't underestimate him."

Marinette smiled. "I will, Tikki, thank you."

"You know the words," chirped the red kwami.

"Tikki, spots on!" said Marinette and as the pink energy wrapped on her body, she landed on the mezzanine with one jump, and then flew out of the skylight door.

oOoOoOoOoOo

When she landed on the usual spot at the top of the Eiffel Tower, she hastily picked up the Bugphone and dialled Chat's number. As expected, the phone went into voicemail.

"Has the cat got your tongue? Leave a message! (1)" She smiled softly at hearing the exact same voicemail message that she was used to. Her Chaton was always the same, no matter which reality she was in. But when she heard the beep and knew that it was her moment to speak, her heart started going overdrive. She had told Tikki that she wouldn't pretend and that she was going to be honest with this Chat Noir. But he was used to a different Ladybug, a Ladybug whom she did not know enough about to mimic. What if he didn't like her? What if she ruined the happy life of her self in this reality by hurting involuntarily his feelings? Why had she decided to call him? What did she want to prove? Her eyes filled with tears and she just hung up the phone. She didn't have the heart to ask him to come; and in some way, she felt as if she was stealing someone else's boyfriend for a cuddle. No, it was much better if she didn't call him. She would live this reality and see him today if an akuma appeared—yes, that was the best idea.

She wiped away the tears that had already streamed from her eyes and looked for a while at the dimness of the early morning hours turning into daylight, as the sun lazily started its journey across the sky and darkness faded into shades of red and gold. A cool breeze was gently blowing in her face and hair and the sound of the sparrows and swallows chirping was slowly filling the silence of the night. She was so lost in her thoughts and so busy contemplating the view that she completely missed the light thump behind her, until she felt two arms wrapping around her waist; she gasped loudly.

"Did I scare you, Buginette?" said Chat Noir after placing a kiss on the top of her head. Marinette's heart went into overdrive. Oh no. She was so not ready to face him! Why was he there, she hadn't left a message or anything.

"A little," she confessed, looking down to the ground. She barely noticed that he had moved and had sat down next to her. "Why are you here, Chat?"

He tilted his head on the left slightly and gave her a doubtful look. "Are you okay, mon amour? I got a missed call from you on my communicator and you had hung up without saying good morning. If you allow me to say so, M'lady, that was purr-etty out of character for you. Even now you seem… strange. Have you been up again all night trying to figure out how to increase your powers? Do you need a boyfriend hug?" He opened his arms wide and Marinette, who had already felt all blood rush to her face the moment he had called her 'mon amour', felt somehow her face getting even warmer. Her heart was beating so hard in her throat that she felt it even in her ears. Her throat felt dry all of a sudden and her hands felt like ice as her eyes filled with tears.

She looked with longing at the arms open in invitation. She needed this. All her being needed this. Would it be really such a bad thing to take advantage of someone else's boyfriend like this? Was he really someone else's boyfriend in the first place? A part of her was screaming that yes, he was, because she wasn't the Ladybug he was in love with. But another part of herself was debating the point and arguing that she was still Ladybug. What harm could there be in getting a little comfort?

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, minou. Really, it's nothing. I feel silly I even called y—" As Marinette was saying that, Chat Noir started rubbing a hand down her back, and eventually began giving her a light massage on the neck. This made Marinette go quiet, as she didn't know how to react. Her chaton didn't give her back rubs!

"What’s wrong, Buginette? You usually don't tense like this when I give you a little rub on the back." Marinette's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to be looking at her with a frown as his hands carried on what felt like expert work on her neck. Slowly, Marinette felt her tension fading and when he moved a finger down her spine, she couldn't avoid moaning and shivering. She tensed slightly, as she felt somehow ashamed at how that moan had sounded a little… lecherous? But she couldn't help it; he was too good at it. As his hand reached a spot she didn't know was causing her tension and eased it, making her feel, for the first time in a very long while, calm and relaxed, she instinctively leaned into him, a satisfied little smile curling her lips.

"God you're good at this," she muttered under her breath. Then she felt his arms wrapping tightly around her and she decided that she didn't care if this felt like taking someone else's boyfriend. Technically, she was still her self. Tikki's words also came back to her mind and she finally let herself go.

"Try to enjoy it," Tikki had said. She shouldn't feel guilty about it, should she? For a fraction of a second, as she felt his arms wrap around her she thought of Adrien. But a fraction of a second later, she mentally slapped her own head in shame. Why was she thinking of another boy when she was in Chat Noir's arms trying to enjoy the fact he was her boyfriend? What kind of person was she? She felt ashamed of herself. Then she realised why. Chat Noir smelled like Adrien. That mixture of 'Adrien — the fragrance' and… the smell of… dirty socks? No. She hugged him more tightly and inhaled deeply on the side of his neck, taking in his scent for the very first time. It was smelly cheese. Oh yes, Plagg ate Camembert right? That's what the smell was, Camembert cheese. So it was understandable that Chat Noir would smell of that. And maybe try to camouflage it by wearing a little too much cologne. Somehow the mix felt almost irresistible, especially coming from him.

She had to admit that Chat Noir had some taste in his choice of cologne… She sniffed him again. Mhhhh 'Adrien — the fragrance'... heavenly smell. As she did that for the second time, she felt him chuckling.

"You're tickling me, Buginette. What was that for?" He broke the hug and looked her in the eye. His gaze was soft, a little cheeky as she always remembered it to be, but possibly, even more full of love than the looks her Chat Noir would give her. A pang of electricity struck her in the most intimate depths of her soul as she reciprocated the look. "That's the wonderful girl I love," he said, a soft smile tugging the corners of his mouth. Then he put a hand on her chin and, with no hesitation, kissed her right on the lips.

Marinette forgot how to breathe. Her eyes slammed open at what she considered a daring move, coming from her chaton. She had to remind herself, using the last brain cell that she had left, that this wasn't her chaton, or rather, that she wasn't his Ladybug. And his Ladybug was his girlfriend, he had every right to kiss her, she thought, just before deciding to let herself go completely. Her arms reached his nape and her hands sank into his golden mane. His little moan at the gesture and the purr that started rumbling in his chest when her fingers scratched behind his ears gave her confidence.

She suddenly felt a huge injection of strength within herself and leaned into him, attempting to deepen the kiss; her shock when he opened his lips and let her in made her heart triple the pace of its beats. It was happening, her brain realised all of sudden. This was her very first kiss of such an intensity. Yes, she'd kissed him before when they faced Dark Cupid (and against Oblivio, but that didn't count because none of them could remember it), but this was different. This was mutual. He was very much aware of the kiss and was responding with such ardor that she felt her knees like jelly and a pang of electricity shake her insides. He sucked on her bottom lip and then started peppering her jaw with kisses until he reached the neck of her suit, and used his hand to pull it down a little bit and start sucking on the base of her neck, right on her pulse. The moan of pleasure that escaped her lips made her blush to the roots of her hair.

Oh God, please. She needed more. She wanted more. Let this moment never end! She attacked his lips with hers and deepened the kiss again almost immediately. She felt a physical need to taste him, to be close to him, to become one thing with him. It was almost a primal instinct and deciding to go with the flow, she let her hair completely loose. This was where she really wanted to be, where she really should have been from the very start.

As she thought that, she was making her timid imitation of what he had done that had lit a burning fire in her soul, by leaving his kiss-swollen lips and starting to lick his jaw and his neck down until she reached his suit. She copied what he had done and moved his suit on the neck and tried to suck on the skin like he did, but the second she did that, images of Adrien filled her mind, and she froze on the spot, panting hard.

Why on Earth was she thinking of Adrien while she was making out with Chat Noir? Yes, he smelled exactly like Adrien and this was driving her insane. But it wasn't fair to him. Bad, bad Marinette. He may smell like Adrien but was that enough for triggering her body's response? Was she going to want to make out with any boy who wore the 'Adrien — the fragrance' perfume? No, she was sure of that. The smell wasn't what was triggering it. It was something else. Was it… guilt? Her feeling guilty because she was making out with Chat Noir? Or was it maybe that he really reminded her of him?

He was also panting hard as she kept sucking, but when she stopped, she noticed that he went a little rigid and now seemed uncomfortable. He purposely put his hands on her shoulders and moved her a little bit, to look into her eyes. Marinette's heart was pounding so madly in her chest that she thought it would soon come out as she panted deep and hard.

He put a hand under her chin and forced her to look at him, a gleam of confusion in his electric green eyes. "Who are you?" he asked and Marinette's eyes widened in shock.

Shoot. Of course she wasn't at all comparable to his girlfriend who had been used to doing those things with him for a very long time. Now she was in trouble. She lowered her gaze, unable to look at him in the eye and felt all blood rush to her face.

"I…" she started to say, but Chat Noir stopped her and started looking around her as if he was trying to find something.

"Are you a… sentimonster?" he asked himself, but then corrected himself immediately, "No, that's impossible. A sentimonster would have tried to grab my ring after distracting me." He must have seen that she had reached a shade of red deeper than her Ladybug suit because a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he again grabbed her chin and forced her to make eye contact.

"I… I'm Ladybug. Really, Chaton. I swear, I'm not a sentimonster, you don't need to be worried about me. Just… Oh, I don't know how to explain it to you!"

Chat Noir picked his baton up and had a look at the time. "It's only 6.30 in the morning. There's plenty of time," he mused. Then he leaned with his back against the metal structure of the tower and crossed his legs, and his arms on his chest. "Maybe you could start from the beginning. I won't leave until I know what happened to my Buginette."

Marinette wished the ground would swallow her whole, but she knew that Chat Noir was right. Not only had she technically taken advantage of another girl's boyfriend, but she had deceived him, not telling him the truth. Telling more lies would have just made her hole wider. And deeper.

She sighed, looked down and started to talk.

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Notes:

(1) thank you to the Miraculous Wiki for the transcript of "The Collector" where I've taken Chat Noir's Canon voicemail.

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Author's note

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Hi there! That's chapter 2… hope you liked it! Sorry it took me so long to update. I went through a little block and couldn't write anything for a while, so I started translating one of my long stories in Italian to get some inspiration back.

Now the inspiration is back though, so keep following! I decided to update the Loop because it was the story that got the most reviews while I was having a block. So if you're curious to know how Marinette's first loop will end and about Chat Noir's first loop too… you know the drill. Reblog with tags and comments, let me know what you think! I love reading your comments, and your reviews have been what has brought me out of the block I was having. So carry on commenting!

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A Fairy's Tale

I just wanted to share some lore for this AU :)

Take note: some of this might change, some might of this be completely removed altogether from the AU. It's very much a first draft, soooo....

• Fairies are able to change their size but are not unable to change their overall appearance. So they'll always have wings, pointed ears, and for those who have them, freckles shaped like leaves, flowers or fungi.

• Half-Fairies will always, ALWAYS, take after their mother. If their mother is a fairy, they will be born a fairy. If their mother is a human, they will be born a human.

• Continuing off the previous point, half-fairies born to fairy mothers are considered to be just fairies, while those born to human mothers are considered to be just human. However, it's clear that they are half-fairies due to a few features:

- Fairy half-fairies have smaller wings compared to fairies born to two fairy parents, as they will have bigger/longer wings. Because they have smaller wings, they aren't able to fly for long, if at all, so they will often travel on different animals, the most common being birds.

- Half-Fairies, both fairy and human, born with freckles will a have a few that look like either leaves, flowers or fungi.

- Human half-fairies tend to be on the taller side and are more likely to have a green thumb.

Just so you are all aware, I am still working on more key differences between fairies and half-fairies. So if anyone has any ideas, feel free to share them. (❁ᴗˬᴗ)

And now to talk about the characters:

• Adrien (still haven't decided if I'm changing the spelling to Adrienne yet) is technically a half-fairy, with her mother being a fairy and her father a human.

• While she is a half-fairy, her cousin, Felicity/Felice (of course I'm making Felix a girl, too), isn't, as both her parents are fairies.

• Chloe first met Adrien when they were both about five. Gabriel was meeting with Audrey at the hotel and Adrien was with him. She had chosen to stay small and ended up in one of the vases, where Chloe found her, making her the second human to know about her, as young fairies are often kept a secret.

• Chloe, wanting to accommodate for her friend's smaller size, has what is essentially a glamorized open dollhouse made for her to stay in whenever she visits and wants to be her tiny fairy self.

• Wanting to be able to share pictures of her friend, Chloe has become really good at using Photoshop and at making sets for Adrien.

• Adrien doesn't attend school, but she does show up at one point to visit Chloe (much to the surprise of the rest of the Akuma class, who thought Chloe was making her up).

• The first person of the Akuma class to find out Adrien's a fairy is Nathaniel.

• You know how in Reverser Chloe shows up to work on her own art project (the selfie collage)? That happens here, but rather than the collage, she was going to work on a new miniature set for Adrien.

• When she's her human size, Adrien wears either a knee length cardigan or a coat to cover her wings and styles her hair to cover up her ears.

• Because she's allergic to feathers/birds, Adrien tends to travel by riding some of the following animals:

- Rats

- Squirrels

- Strays cats and dogs

- Plagg (yes, she's still Chat Noire. This will be its own post)

• As soon as she learns her secret, Marinette volunteers to make Adrien some new clothes; she's genuinely excited to make them as she wants to find a way to work around Adrien's wings outside the magic of her necklace that allows for clothes to magically phase through them.

• While Nathaniel is the first person in the Akuma class to learn Adrien's a fairy, Rose is the first one to try and befriend her.

• There are other half-fairies in Paris (obviously). One of them just so happens to be Marc, who takes it upon himself to help Nathaniel after he learns that Adrien is a fairy. Because of this, Marc and Adrien actually become close friends.

#miraculous #miraculous au #a fairy's tale #fairy au #miraculous fairy au #adrien agreste #chloe bourgeois #chlodrien

[i-am-vpelno]

I’m having a really hard time deciding if I should keep writing my fanfic and I no longer want the responsibility. Therefore, I’m leaving it up to you, dear friends and followers of my court. Below I shall paste the outline of my fanfic and leave it to thee to review. Scathing though your remarks may be, I shall take them on the chin!

THIS STORY TAKES PLACE MONTHS BEFORE THE QUNARI BATTLE 9:35 DRAGON JACKIE JEAN TREVELYAN IS 21

Opening Image- Markus is introduced to the grungy, corrupt city Kirkwall and the struggles of Ewan Trevelyan and his family. Kirkwall is a Gotham styled city, the tone is slight noir a la Witcher style.-Markus and Ewan team up in a night of running their asses all the way back up to Hightown. Markus is initially disinterested in helping the boy until he mentions that they have a demon. Markus helps the boy investigate as he believes that someone from his own family is to blame for the Spies’ foothold and his capture. They investigate the ship and see the demon being loaded aboard. As they steal the manifest, they are ambushed by Templar’s and Markus is wounded and Ewan is forced to give himself up so Markus can get away. He gives him the key to the Trevelyan secret basement where Markus escapes and rests.

After fighting with her sister, Trevelyan starts losing control of her power and darts to the basement to release it. She finds Markus and is frighted as well as enamored. She confronts him but quickly realizes he’s been helping Ewan. They continue the investigation together seeing Ewan being boarded on their father’s ship by the spies. Trevelyan runs to tell her mother, only to fond her murdered in her room by magic. Meredith catches Trevelyan struggling with her magic and attempts to arrest her but is knocked out by Aunt Lucille.

Why is Ewan tracking the spies? Lucille is working with the spies in order to take control of the bannorn through assasination. They want Lucille’s binding amulet which helps them control the demon..

There are little things that go wrong: how did Lucille have a carriage ready so fast, the boat ready so fast, the docks are empty, the ship is nearly desolate, Ewan isn’t there and they’re not going back for him, finally Lucille insists they hide in the cargo bay. Trevelyan questions this and gets the door slammed in her face. She turns around, losing track of Una and takes a look around. Eventually running into the demon and getting captured. Meanwhile Markus and Ewan sneak aboard and Una instantly goes to their side relieved but insinuates that she was hiding. They use the cargo manifest to debunk where they’re keeping the demon. They come across the horse and see Trevelyan passed out behind them. Una remarks that she didn’t remember seeing a horse and Markus notices it on the manifest as well Una panics and attacks taking and losing an eye and Markus has his badass moment defeating the demon and recovering Trevelyan. He gets knocked out by templars and is imprisoned along with Trevelyan. Using Una and her mother as collateral, Lucille forces Trevelyan to choose Una dies so she can rule or Una rules and Trevelyan gets quietly locked up. Of course Trevelyan goes quietly.

Break Two- Markus and Trevelyan are handed off to the Circle and Trevelyan rests while Markus investigates. We get to know the Templars and mages of the Circle and slowly unravel their situation. The Circle is so “sedate” because Mages and Templars are truly equal and enjoy the luxuries available in the tower. The Circle has a long tradition of helping Marcher nobles keep their bloodlines “clean’ of mages. They take young mages from their home, even going so far as to track down those the Gallows Knights haven't’ found yet, as well as destroying any proof that said mage was even part of their lineage by staging deaths and destroying evidence. The Circle makes an enormous profit from this and uses it to buy amenities from foreigners and smugglers.

Sub-plot- Markus gets involved when the team struggles to infiltrate the Trevelyan because it’s being protected by the Watchers. Markus knows both where the documents are stored and how to defeat the Watchers and so he is recruited into the Eliminators clean up crew. Markus is able to create a plan that distracts Octine (who is posing as the head maid) with their templar friends and Feldspar (by ruining his coat) allowing them to sneak into the home. However it’s revealed that Lucille is not only dead but Una has taken over her operation in order to become Bann. She hands over Trevelyan’s documents threatening for them to never enter the city again. When it’s clear they cant comply. Margurite finally reveals herself and Markus is narrowly save by Silas. They’re able to escape and rejoin the group with this new issue on their hands. Basically, they can’t run the business with the Tevinter and templar resources keeping them out.

Fun and Games- Trevelyan eventually emerges from her coma and is forced to adjust to Circle life. She’s the useless noble that has to learn complex magic systems, she struggles with not being enough for her family as well as the Circle and trying to find where she belongs in this new world she’s stuck in. Cattie and Trevelyan become cautious friends, both recognizing that it’s natural they become friends but not finding a real connection until Victor is introduced. He comes in chains with a solemn girl at his side and is shuffled off to the desolate tower. Meanwhile Sisenna has just as much trouble adjusting and both girls decide to get to know her. It’s revealed that Sisenna is a mundane as well as deaf which makes life incredibly difficult for her. They come up with schemes that protect the truth as well as allows Trevelyan’s unstable magic to be seen as Sisenna’s unstable magic. Cattie is Victor’s ex girlfriend, they broke up because Victor cared too much about the study of magic for their relationship and Cattie’s been trying to catch up ever since. This intrigues Trevelyan as she believes Victor might have a way to help her control her magic or even block it altogether. She begins visiting him in the Tower where she finds out why the great Warlock has been locked away.

While on a recon mission trying their best to move quietly through Kirkwall, the Eliminators run into Feldspar and Victor duking it out in the streets. The gang assists to Markus’ confusion but he sees Silas’ recognition and worry, and decides to help. They finally get Feldspar down and Markus attempts to have a jape with him when Victor obliterates him with a bloodthirsty look. It’s obvious something is wrong with him but they pretend everything is fine while he explains what happened. Victor had escaped to find his sister and father whom he’d been separated from by the Templars. They were being held by the Templars when his father was possessed and held hostages. Victor heard about the binding stone, stole it and save his sister and is now in possession of a powerful hunger demon. They ambush Victor in the great hall to which he strangely does not contest.

The hunger demon is further fueled by VIctor’s studies and only helps him in his research further. Trevelyan shows interest and VIctor dupes her, telling her a cure does exist and it’s hidden in the Grand Cathedral. She’s skeptical at first but Victor proves his prowess by showing off his power, opening a secret passageway that leads them outside. He reveals what’s really keeping the mages on the isle, a baby Wyrm controlled by Silas’ necklace. He keeps it on him at all times so the only way to get it is to manipulate him into handing it over, little does Trevelyan know that this means blood magic. Trevelyan, who has to perform the ritual, trains her magic working with Cattie and Markus. Kyne catches Trevelyan going up to Victor’s room and basically tells her to use her eyes and that he’s locked up for a reason.

Mid-point- Markus decides to face the Watchers during the Qunari invasion. Una is forced to flee the city and the Watchers are being hunted by the Qunari. The plan is to trick them into being ambushed by Qunari which works when Margurite accidentally teleports into the arms of a Qunari and has her neck snapped. Octine kills herself not wanting to be killed by the Qunari or be forced to return empty handed. Markus and Silas return only to be told by Kyne that he’s finally given in and contacted Lydia from the Collage of Enchanters to come deal with Victor. Markus and Silas spend the night together, but are eventually interrupted by Victor’s plan. Trevelyan tries to use a combination of blood magic and the demon to control Markus however she loses control and he becomes possessed by the hunger demon. Markus begins a killing spree, killing Darcy, Warren and finally Kyne who attempts to kill Victor. She holds Silas in the meantime but he convinces her to let him go.

Bad guys close in- The plan is thwarted as Silas faces off against Victor and the possessed Markus. Silas is much more powerful and Victor is forced to take drastic measures, calling back the demon into himself to gain more power. He almost defeats Silas and takes the key, when Markus attacks him from behind and allows Silas to blast the demon amulet. Markus is knocked back out of a window and Silas tries to help him back up. When they both almost fall, Trevelyan guides them safely to the ground. (They escape the Circle and are never seen again)

Lydia and her Templars storm the circle in a state of disorder and begin enforcing strict rules. Since Victor and Sisenna’s presence was a secret, Victor is able to act as a regular student while he gives Sisenna the key and she hides. Victor’s nefarious plot is never revealed to the other students or Lydia. Trevelyan ostracizes herself from the other students and fears what plan Victor may have next.

All is lost- 6 Years pass and Trevelyan has a good handle on her powers and is praised by Lydia. Cattie is made tranquil when stress makes her fail the Harrowing and Sisenna is at risk of being found out by Lydia. The mage rebellion is starting and the abuses of mages within the Circle become worse. Trevelyan prepares for her Harrowing with help from Lydia and ends up passing despite the horrors she faces. Lydia coddles her, making plans to make her an enchanter. Trevelyan is horrified at the prospect of being one of Lydia’s executioners.

Dark Night of the Soul- Trevelyan overhears the rebels planning and while they ostracize her, Victor invited her in and she hears that they need to know where the Phylacteries are kept in order to escape. Trevelyan is convinced not to tattle but struggles as she’s not certain whether this will end like last time. Regaylan ends up being the one to show her when he needs assistance getting the samples from the new mages. He’s also the one to help her deal with her guilt over Markus and Silas.

Break Three- Trevelyan chooses to rebel with Victor, deciding its the right thing to do. She insinuates how much she wants to see Sissy while Victor struggles to tell her the truth.The plan is set up, it’s time for the Mages to rebel as a distraction while Belator, Trevelyan and Sisenna destroy the Phylacteries. It goes wrong when, while distracted by her anger toward Trevelyan, Sisenna is caught and tortured and Victor goes berserk. He ends up killing mages and templars to save her, using blood magic to fight against Lydia. She’s obviously no match for him and it’s overkill but he doesn’t care. She begs for her life but the torture just gets worse and worse. He uses the Wyrm’s ability to destroy the Circle.

Finale- Trevelyan is forced to stop Victor who becomes crazed with power. It’s a tough fight but Trevelyan finally uses his emotions against him, showing him Cattie who distracts him enough for her to kill him. There’s a beat of hope where

he Templar’s pause but they just continue killing so Trevelyan kills the too, freeing the mages.

Final Image- Trevelyan goes with Reggie where she runs into Sisenna again. She confronts Trevelyan, calling her a monster and trying to fight her. Sisenna manages to take the controller necklace and nearly wipes out all the boats but Trevelyan blasts the controller, destroying Sisenna’s hand in the process. With Sisenna subdued, Trevelyan apologizes and leaves her there. The other mages look at her with distrust, not wanting her to ride with them, except Reggie who pities her. She sits alone as they ride into the fog.

#dragon age #mage inquisitor fanfic #mage inquisitor #inquisitor origin #my inquisitor #dragon age fanfiction

[fandompride101]

Weekly Update.

Sherlock: *Paces around the room.* Molly, my parents are coming over to the flat today.

Molly: *Looks up from book.* I'll get out of your hair. I am sure I can find something to do at the morgue.

Sherlock: No, I didn't want you to leave. I think it is time you met my parents.

Molly: What for. We haven't even gone on our first date yet. I can meet them after we know how it goes.

Sherlock: I know that the date will be spectacular. Will you just meet them?

Molly: Fine. But I must get dresses before they come. I will go home and get dressed in something more presentable. You better clean up this mess before they come.

Sherlock: I am on it. They will be here in two hours, so please hurry. I want you here when they come. *Gets up.*

Molly: I will. *Gets up, grabs coat and heads home to shower.*

AN HOUR PASSED

Molly: I am sorry I took so long. *Walks through door, hanging up coat.*

Sherlock: It is fine. I had time to clean. *Walks out of kitchen.*

Molly: I never thought this place could look so clean. *Looks around.*

Sherlock: I had help.

Molly: From who?

John: Hello Molly. I must be the help he is talking about, even though I did it all.

Molly: Somehow I knew you couldn't do it all on your own.

Sherlock: I would take offence to that, but I have to get ready.

Molly: Aren't you ready?

Sherlock: It's my parents. I must be extra clean for them.

Molly: I feel under dressed know.

Sherlock: You look amazing. *Kisses her on the cheek.* John you should go home now. Your babysitter is charging more than they should. *Walks out of the room.*

Molly: Thanks again for helping with the flat. It looks great.

John: Thank you. I really must be going though. *Grabs coat and heads out.*

Sherlock: *Walks out with wet hair.* Can you help me with my tie? It looks better when others do it for me.

Molly: Yeah sure. *Stands up, and walks to him.* I think you do your ties nicely.

Sherlock: Thanks, but my mother always fixes it.

Molly: She might fix this one too. *Finishes tying it.* How's it look?

Sherlock: Looks amazing... Thank you.

Molly: Thank you.

Mrs. Holmes: SHERLOCK!

Sherlock: UP HERE!

Molly: Wow what an impression.

Sherlock: It always happens.

Mrs. Holmes: There you are Sherlock. Who is this lovely lady?

Molly: I am Molly Hopper. A good friend of your son's.

Sherlock: *Mumbles* A little more than a 'good friend.'

Mrs. Holmes: It is nice to meet you.

Molly: It is nice to meet you.

Mr. Holmes: There you are Sherlock.

Sherlock: Hello.

Mycroft: Sherlock, talk to mother. She thinks it dangerous to ride in a plane.

Sherlock: If it's your plane, it is.

Mycroft: *Mad whispers.* If you don't talk to her, no more free rides.

Sherlock: Mum, a plane it the best way to fly.

Mr. Holmes: *Looking at Molly.* Who is this.

Mrs. Holmes: Sherlock's friend.

Sherlock: Molly.

Mr. Holmes: Nice to meet you dear.

Molly: It is nice to meet you too.

Sherlock: I have made reservations for a new restaurant. We must be going or we will be late.

Mrs. Holmes: *To Molly.* He has always been like that.

Molly: Oh, I know.

Sherlock: ARE YOU COMING!?

Mrs. Holmes: Be there in a few.

Sherlock: Well then hurry up.

Molly: *Walks down the stairs.*

Mycroft: So did you get this reservation from one of your 'cases?'

Sherlock: Yes, I did. *Pulling Molly's coat on her.*

Molly: *To Sherlock.* Thank you.

Sherlock: We must go.

Mrs. Holmes: *Stares in shock.*

Mycroft: *Whispers to his mum and dad.* Are we not going to talk about that?

Sherlock: What is there to talk about? I did the case. He owes me a favor. Nothing to it.

AT THE RESTAURANT

Sherlock: *Pulls out chair for Molly.* Everything is free here, so get what you want.

Molly: Thank you.

Mrs. Holmes: *To Mr. Holmes.* Well I never thought I would see the day.

Mr. Holmes: *Back to Mrs. Holmes.* She must be something.

Mrs. Holmes: I think you are right.

Sherlock: Who is right?

Mrs. Holmes: No one dear.

Mycroft: So sence no one else seems to be asking it... Are you two dating?

Sherlock: We haven't gone on an official date, but yes.

Molly: *Blushes.*

Mr. Holmes: You are the first girl out of both these boys that we have got to meet.

Mrs. Holmes: It is so nice to know Sherlock found someone.

Molly: Thanks.

Sherlock: I think we better order now.

Mycroft: Changing the subject like always, little brother.

Sherlock: I am not hiding anything.

Mycroft: Yes you are.

Sherlock: No. I. Am . Not.

Mrs. Holmes: Stop bickering.

Waiter: What can I get you. *They all order there food.*

Mrs. Holmes: I want to know more about Molly.

Molly: There is not much to know about me.

Mrs. Holmes: Of course there is. Like tell us where you work.

Molly: I work at a morgue.

Mr. Holmes: Now I know how you two met.

Sherlock: We actually went to the same collage. Before I dropped out.

Molly: We were biology partners.

Mycroft: Sherlock never took biology.

Sherlock: Just because I didn't go to language doesn't mean I went home. I joined the class every day.

Molly: The teacher was always confused to why you were in her room twice.

Sherlock: I don't think I remember her name.

Molly: Mrs. Kigaman.

Sherlock: That's right.

Molly: I think I am going to use the restroom before the food comes.

Sherlock: Okay.

Molly: *Gets up and leaves.*

Sherlock: The food should be coming out in three minutes, if I am correct.

Mrs. Holmes: Sherlock, dear. Why have you never told us about Molly?

Sherlock: There is not much to tell.

Mr. Holmes: There is much to tell. I mean this is the first time any of you boys have even had a girlfriend.

Sherlock: She is not my girlfriend.

Mrs. Holmes: Then what is she?

Sherlock: The girl I am going to marry.

Mrs. Holmes: ...

Mr. Holmes: ...

Mycroft: ...

Mrs. Holmes: That is why you asked for grandmother's ring. It wasn't for a silly science experiment.

Sherlock: No. I thought I would give it to her soon.

Mr. Holmes: Well I am glad I brought it then.

Molly: Brought what?

Sherlock: Nothing.

Waiter: Your supper is here.

Mycroft: About time.

Mr. Holmes: Be nice Mike.

Mycroft: That is not that name you gave me. Use the name you gave me for haven sake.

Mr. Holmes: Be nice to your mum Mycroft.

Sherlock: *To Molly.* I am sorry about this. I mean my family can be a handful sometimes.

Molly: It's wouldn't be the Holmes family without it.

Sherlock: What is that supposed to mean?

Molly: It means I like your family.

Sherlock: Good.

Mrs. Holmes: What are you two talking about?

Sherlock: Nothing.

AFTER FINISHED EATING

Molly: Well that was the best food I have ever tasted. Thank you for the night out with all of you guys.

Mrs.Holmes: Can't you stay any longer?

Molly: No I really must get home.

Mr. Holmes: Well then it was nice to meet you.

Molly: You too.

Sherlock: I will see you out then.

Molly: *Walks down the stairs.* Thank you again. I had a really nice time.

Sherlock: No, thank you.

Molly: For what?

Sherlock: Spending a whole dinner with my family.

Molly: I had a good night.

Sherlock: I did too. *Kisses her.*

Molly: *In shock.* Wha..What was that for?

Sherlock: My why of telling you I want to do this again sometime.

Molly: Thank you then.

Sherlock: Your welcome.

Molly: See you tomorrow Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock: Good bye Molly Hopper.

Sorry this took so long. It took a while to write it all. Thanks for reading:)

#sherlolly #familynight

[car-rides-and-sunsets-blog]

Baby, I got your back

 You ain't even missing me baby So why do I want you so badly? Making a fool of me, I'm so keen Baby, I got your back, like we're still seventeen

......

 Betty pulled on the end of her red leather skirt .She was nervous . She was so nervous. “The most beautiful thing a woman can wear is confidence” she had played over and over in her head like a broken record. The voice of Cheryl Blossom  was starting to piss her off and she wasn't even there. 

Betty glanced out her window “The town with Pep” she saw . she scoffed at that. This town has been nothing but  bad memories .. ......But than again some of her best memories were there too so could she really complain ? Yes she thought she could complain. 

She felt a hand on her thigh  rubbing back and forth . A sign of comfort she guessed but she wanted nothing more than to chop it off at this moment with all the mixed emotions she was feeling right now just because they drove past the welcoming sign to Riverdale . No she thought she cant be like this with Robbie, he was good to her . She looked up and her eyes met his dark brown ones and smiled . I wasn't a real smile.

“ you okay Betty?” he asked

“yeah just a little nervous , I haven't  been here in four years and since my mom moved to New Jersey I didn't have any reason to come so yeah I'm just nervous”

It took them twenty more minutes until they arrived to where they wanted to be . The Southside . Robbie pulled the car in to carpark of or at least the makeshift car park of the Whyte Wrym and betty glanced over at him to see his reaction . He had a slightly confused look on his face which betty wasn't surprised to see, Most people would have the same . She looked back out the window and stared  at the bar; The bright green neon snake and the frightening  bikers in leather.

“okay you ready to in ?” she heard Robbie ask .

“Actually Rob I was thinking you could just wait in the car. Is that okay , do you mind”

“your gonna go in there on your own ?”Robbie asked with a raised brow. 

“uh yeah I have been in there before with ......my friend “ she said nervously . She hadn't told Robbie about ....him. she simply had told him that she needed to see an old friend, which wasn't a lie she just wanted to avoid the whole “oh yeah by  the way we were madly in love and intoxicated by each other” conversation. And she wasn't just about to introduce them to each other just yet. 

she hadn't even told Robbie his name because she couldn't say it out loud. There reason for breaking up was not all that bad especially for the way betty would snap when someone mentioned him. Jughead had broken up with Betty when she was 18 and he was 20 . Her mother was moving out of Riverdale a year after the death of her sister Polly . Polly had died given birth to her babies , She had been depressed her whole pregnancy because of the death of Jason and her body just got weak and gave up. luckily the twins were okay and are living with her mom in New jersey.

Jughead didn't want Betty to miss out a chance in going to collage . He was the only reason she would have stayed in Riverdale. There would be nothing for her to do there . Now one  approved of their relationship ; she was dating an older guy and a biker. Betty was heart broken when he had ended it with her and he was even worse . It took her a whole year to accept the fact the fact that he had done it for her safety and so she could make something of herself. 

And now here she was outside the Whyte wyrm looking for jugheads help. She wouldn't have come if it wasn't important . In fact it was very important ; Archie and Veronica their friends the only people who respected their relationship back in the day had gone on one of Veronicas business trips and hadn't been heard from in 3 weeks . Betty found out they were struggling money wise and Veronica had turned things a bit illegal . She had taken over her fathers business after he died so there was no one to help her run it besides Archie. They had made a few jokes before they left for Peru about being the next Bonnie and Clyde , Betty hadn't taken any serious notice to it but now she cant  shake the feeling that something had gone  terribly wrong. 

“you sure you will be okay I don't mind coming in “ Robbie replied.

“Uh yeah I think id rather go in by myself” she said and kissed him on the cheek . 

He would have looked like a fish out of water in there. With his frat boy looks. She felt bad for leaving him here like this but she knew it was probably better than in the bar.

She opened the door of the car  and stepped out her white high top converse hitting the rocky ground . She pulled on her red leather skirt that barley hit her mid thigh  and then started rubbing on her arms up and down because of the cool breeze . She was wearing a white fitted T shirt and noticed the  way some of the men stared at her legs and chest. she tightend her pony and entered the bar. 

........

Jughead sat  down on one of the leather couches in the bar facing the doorway  , the other serpents surrounding him with beers in their hands. When he glanced at the entry to the bar he saw  her .His heart skipped a beat .He had to look away and then back again just to make sure she was real . 

Gone was the pastel sweaters and jeans and was replaced with a tight leather skirt that hugged her curves . Her long toned legs that seemed like they were a mile long were on display and he swallowed . God she was still beautiful .Something seemed different in her ,  She had a new confidence and a edgy way to her though her preppy look still ghosted . She still wore her signature blonde ponytail and had a pair of spotless white chucks . She was still the same Betty he thought . What was she doing here was his next thought. 

She looked around and her eyes landed on him . He was like magnetic and she was automatically drawn to him . He stayed in his  seat on the leather sofa and she walked over. On his right there was a girl that looked the same age as betty with pink streaks in her curly brown hair and to the left there was a man with a snake tattoo on his neck  and dark hair. 

She was standing in front of all them now and all there eyes were on her now . she felt like she was ten sizes smaller under all there gazes.

“who are you ?” the pinked hair girl asked 

Betty looked at her and backed to jughead whos eyes never left her body. He was staring at her legs now and Betty blushed . It wasn't the most intimate place he had ever looked at on her body she thought .

“I'm Betty “ she said looking at the brown and pink haired serpent who asked her rather cheekily who she was . 

“who are you “ Betty asked with a challenging expression.

To this the serpents girls  face grew hot and annoyed . Betty looked backed at jughead who now had a smirk on his face. God why did he have to do that?

“I'm Toni Topaz and your fucking not welcomed here , so why don't you just get out before you get bitten “ she spat and smirked feeling proud of herself.

Betty opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted before she even got a chance to speak. 

“She’s always been welcomed here. And besides ....” jughead said  as he stood up . “She’s been bitten in here before . Aint that Betts?”

“uhh .....Y-yeah that's uh right” she replied as he got closer she could smell his sent . Soap and cigerates invading her senses and she didn't even mind. 

They just stood there for a few seconds or a year Betty dose not know until he spoke.

“Hi” he whispered to her his breath mingling I hers. 

“Hi”she whispered back. 

Breaking them out of their moment one the serpents cleared their throats .

“Do you two want a room or?...........”

“we’ll be at the bar “ jughead ignored the serpent and directed betty towards the bar stools with his hand on the small of her back like they always had. 

While Betty tried to ignore the burning feeling his hand had left on her skin he ordered them two beers. 

She took it from him and thanked him . 

“So what brings my baby back ?” he asked before he took a swig of his beer and raised his brow. 

My Baby? does he know that aren't together anymore. Of course he knows she thought but was still confused . She hadn't expected him to act as though they were still a thing. He was the one who broke up with her . she was so confused . Put had to push her confusion because that's not what she came back for. They’re not what she came back for . 

“Veronica and Archie “ she said 

“they’re missing I think” 

“You think?” he replied

“yes . Veronica made some business deal and it was kind of a shady one . The cops are doing nothing about it and Heromine is... I don't know whats wrong with her. She hasn't been the same since Veronicas dad died . “ Betty said and was almost out of breath. She gets an uneasy feeling even just talking about it.

“And your here at the Wrym because ?” he said . Jesus your not that stupid she thought to herself. 

“Because I need your help Jughead. Your probably the only person I know who could at least help with this “ she said

“Or you just wanted to see me again “he suggested 

Okay now he was just getting annoying . 

“No jughead this is serious I really need help right now....with the investigation” she added because it probably sounded more desperate than it should have. She just knows she has to find Ronnie and Archie before it was too late.

“okay “ she heard him say. 

“Really “ she asked and the urge to throw her arms around his neck and hug him so tight but she kept her composure. 

“So..” he said 

“what’s with the change of style. Not that I'm complaining you look sexy , but I guess you always look sexy” he said it so casually that it made her shiver . she felt her cheeks go red and cursed under her breath. 

“Remember  that girl Cheryl , ? we kind of moved in together in LA and I guess she gave me a lot of confidence . Living with her for 3 years has its perks” she said with a nervous chuckle. 

“Betty “ she heard a voice call out . She almost didn't recognise it until realisation hit her. Robbie . Shit. 

She and Jughead turned to look at him at the same time . 

“Robbie .. uh hey I uh thought you were waiting in the uh car” she stuttered her words . Of course this would happen to her . 

“No I thought you were taking long I was getting worried about you “ he said with a smile that made Betty feel like shit. Here she was at a bar (that she and jughead used to fuck at ) with her ex boyfriend and her current one waiting in the car. 

“Oh thanks I um I'm okay” she said and forced a somewhat convincing smile.

“okay .. oh um you must be Bettys friend . I'm sorry she never told me your name .  How have I never noticed you never told me your friends name Betty?”

“ha I-” betty tried to speak but was cut off by Jughead for the second time this evening. 

“Maybe you should pay more attention “ jughead spoke looking at Robbie straight in eye. fuck its started Betty thought.

tbc 

I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter . Also I am sorry for any typos or anything lol.

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