you knew he had those knee problems, the one kept telling you about. you told him to take a break from training and any games, yet he didn’t listen. but it still felt like it was your fault when he collapsed in pain on the field. fuck, you didn’t even like him. you shouldn’t care. the entire marriage was arranged. he didn’t like you and you didn’t like him. the two of you would always argue, snarky comments and insults were the only form of communication. now you were finally back from the hospital after spending a few nights there with him, by his side. now he wasn’t allowed to play football for three entire months, which is what the doctor told him. well, he was stuck at home now, with you. even worse? he wouldn’t leave your side. he kept following you around, no matter what you were doing. you were cooking? he was passing you the different ingredients. showering? he was waiting for you to come out. he was still mean, but wouldn’t leave you alone. the injury made him clingy. and now you were stuck under him after he fell asleep on you while watching television together. and guess what, he was too heavy for you to move. when you tried waking him up, he refused to go away.
you’ve been having insane headaches lately. you haven’t been able to go to work, barely get up in the morning, all of that. also, let’s not forget about the cold that won’t go away since three weeks. your roommate has barely been home anyway due to his athletic career. well, he doesn’t help either way. the two of you hate each other, like absolutely despise each other. you two were polar opposites. the differences between you two really didn’t work out well, so you usually just ignored each other. but not this morning, no. he had the day off, so you knocked on his door. you needed some sort of distraction.
you claimed you didn’t drink, but you’d blackout each time you went out. well, it wasn’t any wonder since his parents had arranged that marriage. you didn’t even know him, he didn’t know you either. you didn’t even get along well. it was argument after argument with him. you don’t remember anything from last night. it all feels like a blur. the first rays of sun bled in through the blinds, hitting your eyes. you flinched as you sat up, rubbing your eyes before noticing something. you were in your pyjamas, in bed. you weren’t passed out somewhere in the corner of a street like a prostitute. your makeup was washed off. your hair was braided in two braids. you looked down to be met with your sleeping husband. was it him? you hoped not. why would he have done that? god, how embarrassing he saw you drunk. even worse? he had undressed you.
chat noir had been bugging you more and more lately. it didn’t matter if you were only taking a walk through paris, or hanging out with your friends. somehow, chat noir would always show up. you weren’t sure why either. seriously, you weren’t a hero, only a civilian. what about ladybug? wasn’t he supposed to be saving paris with her? well, he said she didn’t need him as often anymore. once again, the familiar tapping on the window could be heard. but he was too late, you were already knocked out on your bed, buried under your blanket and pillows. too bad you had left the window open. chat noir simply came in, tucked you back in and then sat down next to you. his hand found it’s way to your hair, his claws twisting the different strands around.
you were always squished in that small apartment with three guys. how else would you find pleasure than investing in a dildo? you found one online for a price that seemed right to you, and ordered it. the delivery worked out for you, arrives right when you’re home alone on your day off while everyone was at work. though since your life never works out for you, it arrived a day earlier while you were at work, the only guy being kenan, who had been home at the time where the postman ringed the doorbell. you got off work earlier today, expecting to have a nice afternoon before your day off. yet when you came home to kenan in your room, sitting with the opened package on your bed. you’ve never seen this type of devilish smirk on a person’s face before, never.
there was no other choice than to share a room with kenan. you hated him, he hated you. you knew it was to save money, but it still left you irritated. well, at least you had your own bed. it was a simple holiday with your roommate, so you tried to enjoy it. now, breakfast was until ten, and it was eight. you had woken up earlier than he did, so you had already done your entire routine. still in pajamas with your hair messy, but you could do that later. when you tried to wake up kenan, you could only hear him grumble about something stupid before you felt yourself being pulled down into his bed.
you hated him, you thought. but those feelings all started changing when one of your other roommates actually started flirting with him, trying to get his attention by walking around in revealing clothes. why were you jealous? the two of you would only argue. even worse, could he tell? the hate had already started when you first moved in. he’d eat your leftovers, leave his clothes around and was rude. you also weren’t the type to drink, but you know, halloween. you were glad he didn’t drink, so he didn’t come along. therefore you got blackout drunk, you couldn’t even remember how you landed in his bed. wait, his bed. you were dressed in your pajamas and clean, hair braided and makeup off. what? you weren’t in that stupid mime costume from last night, and he was asleep next to you. he looked cute up close, not as annoying.
your roommate was an asshole, you already knew that. he’d constantly eat all of your leftovers, act gross around you and tease you relentlessly. his friends would come over, which would make him act even worse. you knew it was to impress them. even worse? his friends would flirt with you. the only reason why you lived with him was because rent was cheaper, no other reason. it was only another night of staring at the blank ceiling after a nightmare. seriously, you couldn’t take it anymore. you didn’t have anyone else close, other than kenan. rubbing your eyes, you forced yourself to his room. you could hear his loud snoring through the thin walls, which is why you didn’t even bother with knocking. you made your way through his messy room, sneaking into his bed. it didn’t take long before you felt his strong grip around your waist, pulling you closer without being conscious.
the entire marriage had been doomed since the start, shouting and arguing left and right. you’ve been set up together only a few months ago, but it was all going wrong. it didn’t matter now. you had gotten sick, because you didn’t bring like he told you to. when he offered you his own, you refused to take it. you were all sniffles, tucked in bed. you couldn’t even count how many tissues you’ve used. her tried his best to take care of you the best you could, all while maintaining distance. what made it even worse was how you were acting, all clingy towards him all of the sudden. all you wanted was your husband, strong arms to cling to. and has he always smelled this nice? so masculine? have his eyes always been so green? such a nice shade. has his hair always looked so soft? so nice to play with? you felt like smashing your head against the wall.
chat noir had been bugging you more and more lately. it didn’t matter if you were only taking a walk through paris, or hanging out with your friends. somehow, chat noir would always show up. you weren’t sure why either. seriously, you weren’t a hero, only a civilian. it was always the same thing. after patrol, he’d tap his claws against the glass. once again, the familiar tapping on the window could be heard. but he was too late, you were already knocked out on your bed, buried under your blanket and pillows. too bad you had left the window open. chat noir simply came in, tucked you back in and then sat down next to you. his hand found it’s way to your hair, his claws twisting the different strands around.
you worked as a waitress in a fancy restaurant. you were great. tips were flowing in from left and right. people relied on you, all of your coworkers did. you were well liked, even by the kitchen. you know how the kitchen is, annoying is a good word for it. summer was the busiest time of year, which meant you had seasonal workers. this year was no different, a couple more people to meet. you liked all of them, except for someone. kenan, an absolute idiot. how was this guy getting the same amount of tips as you? this was impossible. he was a dick towards you. well, tonight wasn’t as busy as usual, which also meant you finished early. you were hanging out alone in the empty bar, straw hanging in the corner of you mouth as you sipped on an iced tea. all the other waiters had went home, or so you thought. you were deep in your thoughts before you felt a hand on your shoulder. turning around, only to be met with kenan. his face was dimly lit, highlighting his green eyes. no wonder so many of your coworkers talked about him, about how good he smelled, if he was good in bed. well, he sure looked like he was.
you worked as a waitress in a fancy restaurant. you were great. tips were flowing in from left and right. people relied on you, all of your coworkers did. you were well liked, even by the kitchen. you know how the kitchen is, annoying. seriously, you couldn’t name a single person who didn’t like you at that hotel. you even had regulars who specifically came for you. everyone, but one of the bartenders. kenan didn’t like you. he said he didn’t even have a reason, he just didn’t like you. you couldn’t accept it. really? he didn’t like you? god, he was the one who would flirt for all of his tips. he was the one who’d make pretty girls drinks on the house. he wasn’t even allowed to do that. you would stay longer after your shift or even come on your days off to annoy him, that was how you got payback. it wasn’t like anyone was waiting for you back home, so you didn’t mind staying late for a drink or two. tonight wasn’t any different. you had just finished your shift and gotten changed out of your uniform. it hadn’t been busy, which meant the bar hadn’t been busy either. what made this even better? you had the day off tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. you took a seat by the bar, right in front of kenan. he only rolled his eyes, asking you what you would like to drink, acting like he didn’t know you. the thing with these nights was when you got loose after a few drinks, talking to him seemed easier. he’d even tease you, going as far as to even flirt sometimes. you could really see the appeal, how coworkers would say he looked good in bed. he did know how to flirt.
you were surprised to find your roommate on your bed after your ten hour shift, sprawled out and snoring after football practice. the two of you hated the other, so it was strange to find him clutching your pillow like that with his nose buried in it, almost like he was trying to dig out your scent. you had just come back from another long shift at the restaurant from serving and running around like a chicken without a head the entire day, and come back to this. the two of you were usually so distant, having dinner at different times due to schedules, constantly bickering like a couple, stealing each other’s stuff, literally everything bad. so seeing him so vulnerable was strange, different. (note: please write everything in lowercase. and when he says something, make him use quotes, “like this.” please no multiple dots like when he says something, like don’t do this: hey.. like pls don’t do that, does that make sense? and also put dots and periods when it describes something he does like this: he sat down on their couch. also no italics!! i’m begging 😭😭) okay thx
you probably had insomnia, that’s what it seemed like. you were lucky your husband would always listen, no matter what. he’d listen to all your stupid questions, like if jellyfish had dreams. that guy was always tired. he probably slept less than you at this point. tonight was no different. you were trying to start some conversation, something about if unicorns were real. it didn’t take long before you felt his palm cover your mouth.
this is how it always was. he picked you up in his stupid, fancy car after your ballet class, every wednesday and thursday. it’s not like he let you work, he wanted to spoil you he said. you hated how your and his parents arranged the marriage between you two. you couldn’t accept it, you were rude to him, cold and never spoke. but he actually tried, he was patient and gentle. it was like he actually loved you. the only thing missing is him telling you. he brought you home after class, but each time only got worse. all of the other girls hated you, they’d constantly talk about you behind your back. they’d say that you were only good because he bought you all the expensive stuff, pointe shoes, duffel bag and everything. they hated how you were better in class, so they thought it was private lessons he paid for. they were so jealous, but they’d never know how cold you were towards him. you’d never speak about your emotions to him obviously, so you immediately hid inside your room when you got home after class. they ruined the new bag he got you. they drew all over it, mean words and what not. now you obviously had to hide your crying and the bag from him, purely because it was so embarrassing.
last night was a disaster. you had gotten drunk and your roommate, kenan, had taken care of you, especially since he doesn’t drink due to religious reasons. while he had gotten you ready for bed, you had probably started rambling about random things. then, you said you loved him. of course you remember that, how could you not? the next morning, as soon as you woke up and smelled the coffee from the kitchen, you knew he’d tease you relentlessly, so you were avoiding the kitchen now. (note: please write everything in lowercase. and when he says something, make him use quotes, “like this.” please no multiple dots like when he says something, like don’t do this: hey.. like pls don’t do that, does that make sense? and also put dots and periods when it describes something he does like this: he sat down on their couch. also no italics!! i’m begging 😭😭) okay thx
he was the one that had noticed your pregnancy. he had noticed that you’ve randomly been dozing off during the day. he had noticed your sudden mood swings, which were happening more often than usual. you thought it was a normal phase that each woman goes through, yet he insisted on taking you to the hospital. surprisingly, he was right. what made it worse? the two of you never got along, since the entire marriage was arranged by your parents. even worse? they’ve been pressuring you to have grandchildren, which had taken a few tries between you two. you already know that it was going to be a disaster. you and kenan always argued over stupid things, and it wouldn’t be good to have a child in the middle now. you also knew that you have to obey your parents. the two of you just returned from another appointment at the doctor, a regular checkup. everything was fine, yet you’ve been feeling so down lately. as soon as you arrived, you hid away in your room, under the sheets and blankets.
the rain pattered against the glass of your window, your boyfriend’s arms tightening around your waist. he managed to get sick, of course. you had told him to wear a jacket during training, since it would rain. but did he listen? no, which is why it was now seven in the morning, he called in sick and is now sniffling in your ear, repeatedly. the only thing you could see was his blonde hair blocking your vision, that was about it. every couple of minutes, he’d ask another stupid question. you’ve never seen him this clingy before, seriously. it was weird.
chat noir had been bugging you more and more lately. it didn’t matter if you were only taking a walk through paris, or hanging out with your friends. somehow, chat noir would always show up. you weren’t sure why either. seriously, you weren’t a hero, only a civilian. it was always the same thing. after patrol, he’d tap his claws against the glass. once again, the familiar tapping on the window could be heard. your room was dark, since you had been planing to go to sleep. you had been so close, yet interrupted by chat’s loud footsteps. you turned on the dim light on your nightstand, only to see chat’s face covered in cuts and bruises. great, that idiot had been injured during an akuma attack.
you’ve never seen him like this before, so depressed. he was usually the one who’d have to cheer you up, not the other way around. he always gave it his best, no matter what. this time wasn’t any different, yet it was at a match. he was their best player, tried so hard. and even after the goals he scored and the time wasted, they had lost. it had been an important game, especially to him. you had watched from the stands. and even then could you see tears in his eyes, which he never liked showing you. but you didn’t say anything, you didn’t run onto the field to comfort him like the other wives did. he thought you might’ve been too shy to do that, maybe at home. no, not even then. you just got ready for bed as he made his way to the couch again, getting ready for a sleepless night. and when hours passed and even your snoring could be heard from your room, he still couldn’t fall asleep. but when you woke up the next morning, you felt something heavy between your chest. his hand was gently combing through your hair, his other hand holding your cheek, his palm calloused from barely taking care of himself. he was asleep, yet his movements still present.
you worked as a waitress in a fancy restaurant. you were great. tips were flowing in from left and right. people relied on you, all of your coworkers did. you were well liked, even by the kitchen. you know how the kitchen is, annoying is a good word for it. summer was the busiest time of year, which meant you had seasonal workers. this year was no different, a couple more people to meet. you liked all of them, except for someone. kenan, an absolute idiot. how was this guy getting the same amount of tips as you? this was impossible. he was a dick towards you. well, tonight was busier than usual. you kept running into him during you shift, exchanging looks. but you had to admit, the looks felt different tonight. there’s been multiple times before when you’ve heard your coworkers talking about how hot he was, how he looked good in bed, even that there’s been a time how he got a hard-on at work. well, you were about to find out tonight. as per usual, you went out the back door for a smoke break. you jumped when you heard him. as much as you can remember, he doesn’t smoke.