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.
arranged marriage, she’s 19 and he’s 22. they got married a couple of weeks ago. she hates him, he adores her. (yes, he knows.) he keeps trying to surprise her, she avoids him. he keeps trying to hug and kiss her, she dodges him. (she generally hates physical touch.) he compliments her, she ignores him. now, she came home drunk. he took her makeup off, braided her hair, did her skincare (even brushed her teeth, and tucked her in for bed. now it was morning, she wakes up to him wrapped around her, his palm resting on her cheek, his thumb caressing her face.
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.
of course you got stuck with kenan together in a hotel room. your two other roommates wanted to be together in a room, which left the two of you in the other room. you hated him, he hated you. you knew it was to save money, but it still left you irritated. were they doing this on purpose? well, at least you had your own bed. it was a simple holiday with your roommates, so you tried to enjoy it. now, breakfast was until ten, and it was eight. of course you were already awake, being a morning person and all. while he was snoring, you got ready for the day. you did your hair, straightened it. your makeup looked nice today. and what could make this fay even better? your outfit was cute. today may just be perfect, you thought to yourself. 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.
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
god, this was so embarrassing. your mom didn’t trust you, even though you were seventeen. she thought you’d throw a party, have boys over. so what did she do? she arranged a babysitter for you while your parents were gone on vacation. she didn’t tell you anything about the babysitter, which made you expect an older woman. you thought wrong. you sat in the living room, asleep on the couch, since your parents already left. you didn’t know they had given the babysitter a key, so it was weird to wake up to a guy only a few years older than you, already looking comfortable as he watched television. (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 AND NO ITALICS!! ONLY USE THE NORMAL FONT LIKE THIS: he took her hand. “why are you so quiet?” he spoke. LIKE THAT
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.
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
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.
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.
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 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. (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 AND NO ITALICS!! ONLY USE THE NORMAL FONT LIKE THIS: he took her hand. “why are you so quiet?” he spoke. LIKE THAT
being a foreign transfer student from switzerland wasn’t easy, not at all. your french still sucked, you could barely understand anyone. it was hard to make any friends at school, because of the language barrier. well, at least paris was a pretty city. though, it’s not as bad as you thought it was. lately, a particular black cat had been visiting you quite often. tonight was another one of those nights, hence the knocking on the window. you could tell that those were his claws. of course, you let the kitty in. what made it even worse? he refused to speak in english with you, only french. and on top of that? he’d only tease you. well, too bad you were already asleep tonight.
being a foreign transfer student from switzerland wasn’t easy, not at all. your french still sucked, you could barely understand anyone. it was hard to make any friends at school, because of the language barrier. well, at least paris was a pretty city. though, it’s not as bad as you thought it was. lately, a particular black cat had been visiting you quite often. tonight was another one of those nights, hence the knocking on the window. you could tell that those were his claws. of course, you let the kitty in. what made it even worse? he refused to speak in english with you, only french. and on top of that? he’d only tease you. he always came in at the worst times. tonight was horrible because you were stuck at home, sobbing into your pillow because it had been such a long day.
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. it was just another night of you staring at the ceiling, sleepless. he was already asleep next to you, snoring in the loudest tone possible. you usually slept in separate beds, but he insisted to be close in case of an emergency.
you and your husband never have time for each other. he was an athlete, who had to travel to multiple countries for different games. you had a more simple job, yet it didn’t make it easier. you worked at a fancy restaurant, so you had to work late shifts. when you arrived, he was already asleep. when you woke up, he was already at training. and guess what? you rarely had weekends off, and your schedule was different each weak, so you never knew when which days you would have off next. the two of you hadn’t been on a date in months, even staying at home to watch a movie seemed impossible anymore. but to your surprise, you woke up next to him on your day off.
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.
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. the idiot had gotten sick, because he didn’t wear his scarf like you told him to. he was all sniffles, tucked in bed. you couldn’t even count how many tissues he’s used. you tried your best to take care of him the best you could, all while maintaining distance. what made it even worse was how he was acting, all clingy towards you all of the sudden.
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.
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.