#anyway gtg do the lecture

[oatbugs]

can one of u shoot me in the head actually what is wrong w me ???

#im here for the plot atp #thats . the ex situationship girl btw #she actually helps me be so productive like whenever we do a study session i focus so well #bc my brain clings onto anything than the feeling of doom and emptiness and lost love (and also unlost love) she gives me x #if u rly think abt it im literally . so studious . life hacks #anyway gtg do the lecture #her fingers r longer than they look trust me

[basilly]

blushy boy || cc!georgenotfound x reader

summary: you love to see george's reactions to your light flirts. . . that he doesn't think are real

note: ive had this idea for SO long im so excited for this- this is a college au! and its the first long one ive written in a while-

pronouns: they/them

word count: 1.3k

the class bustled with conversation, the little groups engaged in supposed 'academic' conversation. you chatted along to karl and quackity, watching quackity laugh so hard that he almost fell out of his chair.

the class was about to end, everyone ready to dash out and escape the long lecture. from the other side of the room, george and sapnap got up and approached the three of you.

george's baby blue sweater caught your eye, plush and soft looking. it had perfectly complemented his complexion, not that he would ever know. oh how colourblindness was a curse.

"george! sappy nappy! do either of you have the notes from professor harris' lecture?" "do you think i take notes?? ask george." "karl you need to take your own notes, this is the only time i'm giving it to you." "thanks george, i owe you."

you watched as george pulled out the notes from his bag, eyebrows perfectly arched. he is so pretty. you decided to take this as your chance.

"wow, pays attention and takes notes, and dresses well? the perfect man."

george's cheeks tinged red, making everyone in your group giggle. you grinned at his reaction, winking in his direction.

george was flustered, motions now stiff and eyes avoiding yours. although you often did it, he never once got used to it. you made it a little game to yourself, 'how often can i get a reaction out of george?', which, he probably hated. however, you knew if he was uncomfortable he would speak up about it or at least one of your friends would.

"let's go, class is over."

---

sitting down in the dining hall, you frown, noticing you have another class today. classes have been draining you but you suddenly smiled, remembering your little 'victory' in class. your last success had been a few days ago, you needed to step it up.

you had sat down at your guys' usual table in the middle back of the class. as the professor drawled on, you had taken a peek to your left and noticed an incredibly bored george.

you admired him for a second, watching his fluffy bangs tickle his eyebrows and lips pressed in a line. quickly ripping off a corner of your notebook, you scribble down a quick question.

'hey can you look over my worksheet answers? i think you mentioned you finished them.'

george was undeniably smart but he mostly kept to himself, unless in a comfortable situation. he was in all honesty your type. not even bothering to fold it, you slide the note towards him. george peered at it, giving a shrug and a nod. he had nothing else to do anyway.

he quickly side by side compared your work and his, scribbling a response on the note when he finished.

'number 6 is c- it can be easily confused since. . . '

you quickly fix your mistake before ripping another corner off your notebook.

'thanks george! wow a smart man as well- you really are the perfect man.'

at this, his cheeks flamed red, only shaking his head at you. a small smile tugged at his lips but he tried to fight it away. you could only silently laugh, hoping no one noticed.

victory.

---

plopping down onto the couch in the boy's shared dorm, you let out a loud sigh. karl had to hand you your notebook after he had borrowed it for his class. you wondered when he was going to take his own notes.

you texted karl, asking him where he was.

y/n:

karl where are you karl i need my notebook

karl:

oh shoot im so sorry y/n i forgot! :( im at a meeting with my professor but its on my desk- see if one of the boys can let you in

y/n:

karl theyre all in their classes???

karl:

sorry i gtg!

you sigh, pinching the top of the bridge of our nose. darn you karl.

however, as if on cue, george walked into the dorm. his face morphed into one of surprise and confusion.

"y/n?" "george! oh thank goodness you're here- can you let me into karl's dorm, he borrowed my notebook and i really need it back." "uhh yea sure."

he quickly threw his bag and stuff down, grabbing his keys. with a click, he opened it for you, gesturing for you to go in.

"thanks again, karl is so forgetful."

you walk in and spot your notebook, quickly snatching it and putting it into your bag. george waited at the door, scrolling through his phone.

"alright, got it!"

he shut and locked the door behind you, placing the keys back into his bag. you fumble around your bag once more, realizing your throat was dry.

"did karl take something else of yours?" "oh no i just- don't know where my water went but its fine." "do you need one? i have a case of plastic water bottles in my dorm." "yes please."

you smile apologetically, sorry for having to bother him again. he walked into his shared dorm with sapnap before looking back at you.

"you coming in?" "oooh george- me and you in a dorm with no one else here? didn't know you were into that stuff." 'nevermind- just stay out there." "no wait i was kidding!"

you laugh, walking in and grabbing the water from his hand. george couldn't meet your eyes, his face hot and ears red once more.

"ok i have to go, but thanks so much george!"

as soon as you were out the dorma nd the door shut, george crashed onto his bed.

'why do you do this to me y/n...."

---

you fiddled nervously with your fingers, two tickets in hand. you wanted to finally and properly ask george out on a date. you had hoped you made your crush obvious, this little 'game' was in actuality not a game to you.

you spotted george, quickly shouting his name. he turned, spotting you and waving off his group of classmates. the other feral boys were not in sight.

"hey y/n, what's up?" "so i have these tickets for this tech convention this weekend and wanted to know if you wanted to go-"

george froze for a minute, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"me? why don't you take like karl or someone." "why would i take karl?? i want to go with you." "like what, on a date?" "yea, a date."

the silence was so loud. george stood there in shock, not believing what he just heard. he shook his head aggressively, refusing to accept as he mumbled.

"you don't even like me like that y/n, you should ask someone else."

you were beyond confused. had you not made it obvious enough? did he not pick up on the clues? was he that daft?

"but i like you george. why else would i flirt with you so much." "you were probably just playing with me-" "george do i have to shout it from the rooftops? because I LIKE YOU and if i have to, i will."

at this point, you had almost screamed and george's eyes widened. he looked around, hoping no one was watching this go down. he quickly grabbed your wrist, dragging you into an empty classroom. you wilted a bit, knowing he would probably reject you at this point. what you thought were signs that he reciprocated your feelings may have been wrong.

"okay okay, we don't need to shout-" "it's. . . fine if you don't like me back george, i just thought-" "NO! wait i do like you i just- wasn't sure if you were being real. . ."

he ran a hand through his hair, the red pigment filling up his pale complexion. you perked up, searching his face, only seeing his once again bashful and genuine face. you grinned.

"then its a date blushy boy."

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[friendlyneighborhoodspider-man]

cheatercheaterbestfriendeater-- Peter Parker x Reader

a/n: this is the first time I’ve written for peter parker. mainly because I listened to this song last night and can’t get it out of my head. so. angst. that’s it, that’s the story. oh, and also a fair amount of smut (18+).

Yeah, you sure broke my heart last week,

When you said you had slept with her.

I know you called, I got them all.

La, da, da, da, da, da.

It started with a text  from Ned Leeds. 

-Hey, next time you and Peter go at it in our apartment can you keep it down? I couldn’t sleep last night and my CompSci midterm was today.

-I was home all night??

-oh… nvm then

-wait ned what do you mean ‘going at it?’

-nevermind gtg bye

-NED

Then, your roommate MJ showed up at your apartment 20 minutes later. “Sorry I forgot to text you last night, I crashed at Neds place because it was closer to that party.” All it took was one glance to tell that she was hiding something from you. The two of you had no secrets. Until now.

“What is that on your neck?” You pointed out the bruise lying there just below her ear. “Did you meet someone last night at the party?” She flushed and looked away from you.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“I-- I have class.” You said shakily and got as far from the building. Completely sick to your stomach, you stopped at Delmars on the way to your lecture and picked up a sprite and some crackers.

“Hon, you don’t look like you feel too well.” Mr. Delmar said as he handed you your stuff. “Maybe you should stay home today.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You agreed and headed back in the direction you came. MJ was in the shower when you got home, but had conveniently left her phone sitting on the table. You picked it up and put in her passcode to see her recent texts.

Parker: mj we need to talk about last night

             i cant keep doing this

            we have to tell y/n, i can’t do this behind her back.

 You turned and retched into the sink behind you. You were wiping off your face when MJ came out in a towel. “You okay?” She asked you.

“Screw you.” You stared coldly at her before running to your room and slamming the door behind you.

She knocked on your door asking you to open up until she eventually gave up and left. 

An hour later, you got your first text from Peter, followed by the torrent of messages that followed

-can we talk?

-baby please answer me

-mj called me, what happened with you guys?

-hello?

-baby i’m so sorry

8 missed calls from my heart

-i need you to talk to me

-it was just a mistake

-please please please answer your phone

-i love you

Boy, you better love what you got,

Before you go and give it away.

Your phone buzzed for the millionth time on the table, just across from you. You stared bitterly at it, hoping it would go away, that the calls would stop coming, while praying for the exact opposite at the same time. Every ounce of you wanted to throw it at the wall, while the buzzing stopped and started immediately again. If they stopped, you could finally get some peace and quiet and maybe you would have a chance to forget that anything had happened just long enough to go to sleep.

The tap on your bedroom window knocked you out of your daze. You looked over and saw the unmasked boy perched on the windowsill outside of your room, and immediately shut the blinds and the curtains. The tap came again, and you could hear him saying “Please, y/n, please just give me a chance. I can fix this.”

“Go away, Peter.” You shouted through a hoarse voice. You felt your eyes starting to burn with tears again and you furiously wiped them away. “Just go.”

But, don't say that I don't know you.

'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type.

You're the type of guy, that texts all day, and talks all night.

When you left your apartment the next day, eyes red rimmed  and puffy, he was standing there. “Please, Y/N, I’m so, so sorry.” He had been crying too, you could tell, but you ignored him and kept walking. He held onto the strap of your backpack trying to hold you back and you turned to face him.

“Peter, I can’t look at you right now. Just go.”

“It was just once, please, listen to me--”

“That’s not what those texts said.” You hadn’t gone through them, you’d only seen the ones on the lock screen, but the look on his face confirmed what you needed to know. As your eyes began to tear up again, you wiped them away and sighed. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Y/N--”

“I have class.” You yanked the strap of your bag from his hand, and he let you. 

 And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad

I don't feel bad.

'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls,

You still slept with my best friend.

 Two weeks later you met Brad Davis at a bar in downtown NYC. He had chatted you up in your psych class, and offered to meet up for a drink to catch up sometime. You had debated whether or not you should go for hours before throwing on a cute outfit and heading to meet him.

Now, here you were three drinks later. “I heard about what Parker did.” He finally said  while he stirred his glass. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” You sighed. 

“For what it’s worth though,” he looked up and met your eyes. “A girl like you deserves the stars and moon, and Peter Parker is an even bigger idiot than I thought if he doesn’t see that.” He stared at you for a moment, before continuing. “I’m not here to take advantage of you, because I know you’re still healing from everything. But as a friend, I’m here for whatever you need. And one day, if you’re ready and willing, maybe more.”

“Brad, I--”

“Another round for me and the lady.” He told the bartender, and you warmed up a little inside. “After this, I’m taking you home.” Brad told you. “We have a test in psych tomorrow and I won’t be the reason we fail.”

Yeah, you sure got a lot of nerve,

To say that this was all my fault.

I know you called, I got them all.

La, da, da, da, da, da.

You finally checked your voicemail a week later. It was full of messages from Peter, and a few from MJ-- who you had yet to see in weeks.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s MJ.  I know you’re mad at me, but I hope we can still be friends. I-- we didn’t do this to hurt you, it just happened. I get that you need space, and I want to give it to you, so just call me or text me when you are ready.”

“My love, I’m so…. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please answer me, I know we can get through this.”

“Locked windows… I know you’re upset, but we can’t talk this out if you won’t let me explain. I love you. Please call me back.”

“Baby I love you, please don’t do this.”

They went on and on, asking for forgiveness and to talk, until the last two.

“I love you, but you’re being a bitch. Honestly, Y/N, I thought you were more mature than this. I can’t talk to you if you won’t let me.”

“This is your fault. We didn’t have to break up if you would have just listened to me and let me explain myself. You’re no saint either. I guess this means that we’re over.”

You took a deep breath before deleting all of them. They didn’t matter anymore. It hurt, cutting off two of your best friends since high school, but this was for the best. 

Boy, you better love what ya got,

Before you go, and give it away.

But, don't say that I don't know you.

'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type.

You're the type of guy, that texts all day, and talks all night.

And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad

I don't feel bad.

'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls,

You still slept with my best friend.

Ned had already reached out to you and apologized for everything, and told you he still wanted to be friends if it was possible. You had told him of course, because he didn’t do anything wrong. He genuinely hadn’t known about this until you did, and you couldn’t blame him for their actions. The two of you met up for coffee one morning to catch up.

“I miss you, Y/N.” Ned told you after giving you a big hug. “Things are… weird without you being around all the time.”

“Eventually it will become your new normal.” You told him with a shrug. “I’m not going back, I can’t.”

“I get it.” He said while you sipped your drink. “I still feel bad though. It isn’t fair to you.”

“Peter and MJ can fuck off for all I care,” you lied. “I don’t care to see them galavanting around together.”

“Wait… you don’t know?” He asked you, and you raised a brow. “Peter and MJ aren’t together anymore. They tried for like a week but broke things off pretty fast. Turns out they can’t stand each other in large doses.”

“Huh.” Was all you said.

“Anyways, I built a new model the other day…”

So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come again another day.

When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell to pay.

And, every single time you make your way into my sheets

The hours move to minutes,

The days turn, into weeks.

Peter was waiting outside your door when you got home from class one Friday afternoon. “Y/N,” he breathed.

“Peter.” You sighed. “What do you want?” 

His eyes took you in up and down in your favorite dress. “Just-- this.” He pressed a hungry kiss to your lips, and you felt your resolve melting away under his touch. He held you tightly to him as he backed you up flush to the door. You broke away while he kissed down your neck.

“Inside… neighbors…” You got out and he quickly opened your door before picking you up and carrying you inside, lips never breaking from your body.

“I’ve missed you…” He pressed a kiss against your neck while he tugged your dress up your hips and sat you on the edge of your bed.

“Peter!” You gasped as he knelt in front of the bed, holding your thighs apart and placing his head against your inner thigh. He looked up at you. 

“Tell me.” He said.

“Yes.” You answered quickly. As much as you hated to admit it, heat was pooling in your lower belly and you couldn’t say no even if it was what was better for you. You could feel his hot breath on your most sensitive places, and he darted his tongue out to tease you through your lace panties. Gently, he pulled your panties down past your ankles and threw them to the side before continuing his earlier motions minus the barrier. As his tongue circled your clit, you cried out.

“You’re so wet, and all for me.” He licked a stripe up your pussy before sucking hard on your nub and pulling away. He started teasing you with his tongue while entering a finger inside of you and finding that special place. Quickly adding a second, he continued circling your clit with his tongue and bringing you close to the edge.

He stood up too soon and left you crying out for more. “Not so fast, princess.” He unbuckled his belt and pulled his boxers and pants down with one swift motion. You didn’t know when he had lost his shirt, but you stopped thinking about it when he entered you in one swift motion. “Fuck!” You cried out.

“Your pretty little pussy all full with my cock,” He grunted as he thrust inside of you quickly and roughly. “Have you missed this? Missed me?”

“Peter…” was all you could reply. He lifted one of your legs to rest against his shoulder as he continued pounding into you, and you moaned out as he hit you just right. “Oh my god Peter, don’t stop, please, don’t stop--” 

The ball that had quickly been forming inside of your belly unwound quickly as you saw stars. “Fuck,” Peter got out before stilling inside of you and finishing. He laid down on the bed beside you as you both caught your breath and basked in the afterglow.

“Is that all you came here for?” You asked, as you remembered why you had broken up in the first place.

“Of course not. Y/N, god, I’ve missed you.”

“I don’t want to get back together.” You stated as you got out of bed and quickly redressed. “I don’t even know why we just did this.”

“You miss me, I know you do.” He said, catching his boxers as you threw them at him. “We can fix this, and be better-- I’ll be better--”

“That’s just the thing, Peter.” You said quietly. “I miss you. But I don’t want to miss you. I want to do better for myself. This-- this isn’t good for me anymore.”

“Oh, so fucking Brad Davis is what’s good for you?” He replied sharply. “You can’t look at this-- what we just did-- and say we aren’t good for each other.”

“We aren’t good for each other, Peter.” You shouted at him. “So what, we fucked? Sex doesn’t make a relationship. I want someone I can trust with my life, with the life of my children, and build a home with. I can’t live my life with someone when I’m constantly worried that I won’t be enough!”

“You are enough, I swear--”

“For now.” You cut him off. “I’m enough for now, until the next girl. And the girl after that. Until you have to prioritize saving the world over being here with me. I-- I don’t want to live my life second to everything when it comes to you.”

“You were never second, Y/N.” He said sadly. “I have always loved you.”

“I think you should leave.” You said quietly, quietly enough to where he wouldn’t have heard you if it weren’t for his super senses.

“Fine.” He finished dressing. “I’m leaving, if that’s what you want. I won’t be back.”

 And, I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool.

For taking you in, and letting you win control of my heart.

And every single time you make your way into my sheets,

The hours move to minutes,

The days turn into weeks.

Brad Davis picked you up from your apartment a week later in black jeans and a button down. “You look stunning.” He spoke in your ear while he hugged you close. As he pulled away, he handed you a single white rose. You felt your cheeks redden and let him inside to put the flower in a vase with water.

“You are quite handsome yourself.”

This was your first official date with Brad. You had been hanging out pretty much every weekend and a lot of weeknights studying together and watching movies. After you ended things with Peter you had told yourself it was time to move on before you made a mistake like what happened in your room again.

After dinner, the two of you walked around Central Park while you talked. You were walking by the garden when he slowed down, coming to a full stop directly underneath a tall oak tree. “I have a question.”

“Shoot.” You laughed nervously.

“Are you really over Parker?” He asked.

“I… I think so? He came over last week to talk and we ended things officially. Things had been pretty much over before then, but that was the first time I had said it.”

“Said what?”

“That I didn’t want him back. That I deserved better. That that was the end of the road for us, and that he wasn’t who I am supposed to be with.”

A flash of red and blue caught your eye through the branches of a tree overhead from where the streetlight was shining. You shook your head and looked back at Brad. “Thank you, for everything. You’ve been-- just, amazing these past few weeks.”

“I told you already, you deserve the world. I just hope I can be the one to give it to you.”

“Walk me home?” You looked up at him shyly, an unsaid question in your eyes.

“Of course, my lady.” He bent to kiss your hand and headed in the direction of your apartment.

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.

When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell, to pay.

And, every single time you make your way into my sheets

The hours move to minutes,

The days turn, into weeks.

“Last box?” You asked Brad as he carried it through the doors of his apartment on the upper west side.

“Yeah,” he huffed as he set it down. “Takeout okay for dinner?”

“Absolutely babe.” You kissed his cheek. “You know my order.”

A few minutes later he left to go pick up your food from your favorite chinese place. You were sorting through your boxes when you heard a tap on the balcony. Looking up, you saw none other than your friendly neighborhood spiderman.

“Hey.” You said as you joined him in the crisp fall air. “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking in.” He said cooly, but you could hear the pain in his voice. 

“I’m doing fine, and so is Brad. Since you’re checking in.” You told him.

“Just-- out of all the people in this city, Brad Davis?”

“Yeah, what about it?” You cocked your hip and ran a hand through your hair. “I will always care about you Pete, but I’ve moved on. I’m happy. Can’t you be happy for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” He said without looking at you and jumped onto the balcony ledge. “Stay safe, Y/N.”

And I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool.

For taking you in and letting you win control of my heart.

And, every single time you make your way into my sheets,

The hours move to minutes,

The days turn into weeks. 

Oh, I know, all about your type.

“I missed you.” Brad picked you up and set you on the kitchen counter when he got home. You set down the knife you had been using to cut up some carrots and smiled at him, running a hand through his hair. 

“I missed you too.” You kissed him quickly. “But I am in the middle of making dinner. I wanted to surprise you when you got home and now it’s ruined.”

He turned off the stove where you were boiling some water and kissed you. “I think..” he spoke against your skin as he trailed kisses down to your collar and played with the hem of your t-shirt, “that dinner can wait.”

He held your face in his hands as he kissed you fervently, pressing his body against yours. You could feel his hardness pressed against your thigh, and you scooted forwards to wrap your legs around his middle, grinding lightly against him. “I would have to agree.” You said as you nipped at his ear, and he picked you up so that you were still wrapped around him. 

He took you to the couch in the living room and tossed you down while your hands made quick work of his belt buckle. He lifted your t-shirt over your head and you kicked your shorts and underwear off while he finished undressing himself.

“Shit.” He said as you wrapped him in your hand and pumped him slowly, spreading his precum down the shaft. He handed you a condom and you slowly unrolled it down his length, pressing a light kiss to the tip when you were finished.

He climbed onto the couch and hovered over you while he slowly slid inside of you. You moaned while he slowly fucked you, holding your hips so tight they might leave bruises as he slid almost all the way out and thrust back in to the hilt. “Faster,” you cried out.

He complied, and you found yourself coming to the edge and crashing over. Brad didn’t let up, and continued thrusting into you. When it was over, your legs were shaking and he was sweating.

 “I love you.” He turned to you and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love you too.” You smiled at him. “But I think we might need to order in, because I’m not sure if I will be able to stand long enough to make dinner.”

“That’s my fault.” He said, but he couldn’t hide the smirk that flitted across his features. “I’ll go pick up some Delmars.”

“That is why I love you.” You grinned. “Make it quick.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” He laughed as he pulled on his pants and shirt. “I’ll be back soon.”

As the door shut behind you, you saw a peek of blue and red from the balcony across from yours, and the eyes behind the mask made eye contact with yours before swinging away into the horizon. You suddenly became very aware of your state and pulled on your shorts and shirt. Did he see you? You wondered. I must be imagining it.

You're the type of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night.

And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad, I don't feel bad

'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls,

You still slept with my best friend.

8 missed messages and 6 missed calls from: parker

-i know you miss me

-don’t do this

-i promise you ive changed

-we can do better

-y/n, don’t give up on me

-we were meant to be

-you’re going to regret this

-i love you

You turned your phone off and looked yourself over in the mirror, silently cursing Ned for telling Peter about today. Everyone kept telling you that you were a vision in your dress. It was beautiful, and you barely recognized yourself in the mirror. The woman standing there was flawless, ethereal-- she looked like a bride.

This was it, for you. You could feel it. Brad was your soulmate. You had thought you had found one in Peter, even for a while after you broke up. But as time went on, you had realized that while you loved him, there was no way you could be happy with him. Brad was it for you. He was the one person you couldn’t live a lifetime without.

Someone knocked on the door to your bridal suite where you were waiting for your dad to get you to go down the aisle. You opened, and the man on the other side quickly slid in and locked the door behind him. “Just hear me out.”

“I’m getting married. I don’t need this today.” You shook your head at him. Peter ran a hand through his hair, looking crazed and out of control. 

“You weren’t picking up and-- I just miss you so much, and I know that this isn’t how all of this is supposed to happen.”

“Oh?” You said angrily. “Let me guess: you realized that you ruined the best thing to ever happen to you, and you expect me to feel bad. Well guess what? I don’t. No matter how many times you apologize, you can’t change the fact that you slept with my best friend. I can’t forget that. I won’t. I am happy now, so let me be happy. Just go.”

He blinked through tears before stalking out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him. And you knew it was over, for good. You turned back to the mirror and adjusted your veil. You would come second to no one, not now, and not ever again.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #marvel #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home #brad davis #self insert #peter parker smut #smut #angst #mcu #avengers #cheatercheaterbestfriendeater

[arrogantsonofabiscuit]

Lectures are finally done wohoo 🎉 gtg celebrate hehe. Anyways I hope you guys are doing good and drinking lots of water. Take care <333

-a big fat kiss to my Sakusa and Kuroo anon 😏🥺🥺

#biscuit can talk?😳 #finally done #have a quiz tomorrow tho 🤢🤢 #yeah so I am still not frees Huh

[thebluenebula]

I don't have a whole pile to say but enjoy.

Masterlist

Day 4

Day 6

The New Bat Day 5

06:46. That's what my phone said when I looked at it. I groaned and sat up. After stretching, I got up and went about my morning routine, then headed down to the kitchen.

I flicked on the light and glanced round the room, empty. Must be too early for anyone to be up. No one would mind if I made a sandwich, I'm sure. After a minute of looking I found the ingredients for a sandwich. I sat down and munched on my sandwich. Not bad. Then again, how can you fuck up a sandwich.

After I was finished, I washed my dishes, plus some more that must have been from the night before. "My goodness!" The voice startled me. I turned around and saw Alfred standing in the door. "It's not too often anyone else around here washes their own dishes, never mind someone elses."

I giggled. "Good morning Alfred.

"Good morning Miss Ashleigh." Alfred said as he threw on an apron. "How did you sleep?"

"Okay, yeah. You?"

"Like a rock Miss Ashleigh. Any plans for the day?"

"No. None." I watched as Alfred took the dishes I had cleaned and began putting them away. "Sorry. I didn't know where everything went."

"That's quite alright."

"Do you have any coffee?" I asked. I was dying for some coffee.

"Yes. Over there's in the cupboard. I'll put on the kettle."

"Thanks." I opened the cupboard and spotted two jars of coffee. I grabbed the nearest one.

"I would recommend putting that back, unless you wish with losing a finger." Alfred stated. "That's Master Timothy's personal jar."

I put it down and grabbed the other jar. "Tim must really like coffee. That looks like a really expensive jar."

"Master Timothy lives on coffee. Sometimes I think it's what runs through his veins."

"Honestly wouldn't surprise me." Dick said as he entered the kitchen.

"Good morning Master Dick. Omelette?"

"No thanks Alfred." Dick walked over And grabbed some sugary looking cereal from the cupboard. "How are you settling in Ashleigh?"

"Good." I took a seat at the table. "Are you usually up this early?"

"I try to be." Dick sat down beside me with a bowl of cereal.

"You go out at night and wake up early in the morning?"

"Yep." Dick replied, taking a spoonful of his cereal.

"So you're both a night owl and an early bird?"

"Yup."

"So when do you sleep?"

"Mornin'." Jay interrupted, arms stretched, and yawning.

"Morning Master Jason. Omelette?"

Jay grunted and nodded before walking over and sitting down across from Dick and I.

"Morning." Dick looked curiously at Jay. "Speaking of early birds. You are not one Jay."

Jay grunted. "Nope."

"So why are you up?" Jay looked up at Dick then gave me a cheeky smirk. Dick looked between me and Jay. "What are you two up to?"

Jay smirked. "Don't worry about it Dick."

Dick looked at him. "I'm extremely concerned."

"Well you can be concerned after breakfast." Alfred said as he set down a plate of omelettes in front of Jay.

"You not eating Ash?" Dick asked.

"I already ate." I looked at Dick. "Ash?"

"Yeah." Dick took another spoonful of his colourful cereal. "Like a nickname. Ashleigh. Ash. I mean I can stop if you want me to."

"No. No. It's okay. It's kinda a cute name."

"Ash." Jay said to himself. "Sounds kinda deadly. Like a name for a pyromaniac."

"Cute and deadly." I smiled.

"That's should be Cass's tagline." Steph said as she walked in.

"Morning Miss Stephanie. Omelette?"

"Sure thing Alfred." Alfred handed Steph a plate as she walked by and sat down beside Jay. "So what is it we're talking about?"

"Ash." Jay said bluntly

"As in the stuff from fire?" Steph asked curiously.

"No, as short for Ashleigh." Dick corrected her.

"Sounds like a pyromaniac."

"Told you." Jay said triumphantly.

"I still think it's cute." I stated.

"And deadly." Jay added.

"Ashleigh doesn't look like she could hurt a fly." Steph commented.

"I could hurt a fly."

"She definitely could hurt a fly." Jay laughed.

Dick looked at him. "I feel like I'm missing something."

"Ditto." Steph looked at Jay.

Jay took out his phone. "What is this?" Dick asked.

"Just watch." Jay replied.

We watched as I lifted a rifle and fired it at the target. Kate standing beside me. I watched as Dicks eyes widen. The video ended.

Dick took a deep breath. "You gave her a gun." He said slowly. Jay nodded. "The one thing I specifically asked you not to."

"To be fair. You gave us a long ass lecture, and specifically told me not to do a lot of things. I cant be expected to remember them all." Dick silently stood up and gestured for Jay to follow him as he walked out of the room. "I think I just earned myself another lecture."

"Should I tell him that it was my idea or something?" I asked, trying to help Jay out of trouble.

"No." Jay said as he stood up. "I knew a lecture was coming." He stood up and walked towards the door. "See you three later."

We watched as he left. "So that's what you two got up?" Steph said.

"Yep."

Alfred took the half empty plates. "You don't seemed surprised Alfred." I commented.

"Once I seen you go off with Master Jason I knew there was probably guns involved."

"Very rarely that something happens that Alfred doesnt know about." Steph said.

"That includes what you and Cass got up to in the garden last week." Alfred stated.

Steph's face reddened. "Anyway..." She quickly changed the topic. "You up to anything after dinner?"

"No, and I don't think Jays gonna steal me today."

Steph giggled. "Do you bake?"

"Bake? Not often."

"How about this evening? Cass and I were going to do some baking this evening. Maybe you wanna join us?"

"I thought all the kids were banned from cooking?"

"Miss Stephanie and Cassandra are allowed to bake once a week." Alfred explained.

"Are you claiming I'm not a competent cook, Alfred?" Steph questioned.

"That is precisely what I'm claiming."

"Yeah. That's fair." Steph admitted.

"So who is a competent cook?" I asked.

"Myself, of course." Alfred said. "Master Jason, and Miss Kate."

"There's like..." I started trying to count all the people I'd seen around the house, and gave up. "Fifteen people in this house, and only four can cook?"

"No. They can all cook." Alfred corrected me. "Only three can cook without setting the kitchen on fire."

"It was one time Alfred." Steph said. Alfred stared at her. "Okay, twice." Alfred continued staring. "Fine. A handful of times." Alfed smiled and walked over to the sink. Steph turned back to me. "So what do you say?"

"I'd love to." I said. "If that's okay with you, and Cass?"

"Of course." She replied and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Cass and I are excited to get to know you."

I smiled at her. "Me too."

"Speaking of Cass, I wonder where she is? She's usually up about now." Steph looked to the door. "I'm going to go check on her. You want to come?"

"No. That's okay."

Steph nodded and said goodbye as she headed up stairs. I said goodbye to Alfred and headed to my room. I passed Harper on the way. She groggily said hello and headed into the bathroom. I smiled and headed into my room.

A couple hours passed as I sat around in my room scrolling through my phone. I glanced at my messages. I had a dozen missed texts from my friend back in Ireland. I honestly agent even thought to text her since I'd arrived.

"Hey." I texted her.

A few minutes later she responded. "Hey. How have you been? How's the move gone?"

"Its been good. It's different."

"How are the Waynes treating you?"

"Like family."

"That's greats. I'll have to come visit one day."

"One day. I'm still settling in."

"Call later???"

"Maybe. I think I'm baking later, but I'll see afterwards."

"You? Baking? That can only end in disaster."

"Haha. Let's hope not."

A knock on my door startled me back to real life. "Come in."

"Hey." Bruce said as he entered, holding a tray of food. "Dinner. Courtesy of Alfred."

"Thank you." I took the tray from him.

"Mind if I sit for a while?" Bruce asked.

"Not at all."

Bruce sat. I quickly checked the message I was sent. "Tell me how the baking goes."

"Will do. I gtg rn. Ttyl."

"Friend of yours?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah. From Ireland."

"If you ever want to bring someone over or go... back over," Bruce said. "I can arrange it."

"Thank you, but I'd like to settle in more first."

"Right." Bruce nodded. "Sorry I haven't been around as much as you had probably expected."

"It's alright." I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed, but I know Bruce did his best to set aside as much time for me as he could.

"You still want to go shopping tommorow?" Bruce asked.

"Yes. I'd love to."

Bruce attempted to hand me some money. "Kate mentioned you were afraid to ask."

I pushed the cash back to him. "Yeah but it's alright. Kate gave me some yesterday."

Bruce chuckled. "Of course she did. Take it anyway." He forced the money into my hand.

"Thank you."

"Never be afraid to ask me anything Ashleigh." Bruce smiled at me. "For money, if you need do be brought somewhere, anything."

"Thank you." I smiled. "I'm starting to sound like a broken record." Bruce laughed.

"Hey Ashleigh, you ready-" Steph stopped as she spotted Bruce. "Oh hi Bruce."

"Hey Steph."

"I was just looking for Ashleigh."

Bruce stood up. "I'll leave you two up to- whatever it is you two intend to get up to."

"Bye Bruce."

"See yah B."

Bruce stopped. "What time do you want to go tommorow Ashleigh?"

"I don't mind."

"How does eleven sound?"

"Yeah that's fine."

"Great. Talk to you two later." Bruce left Steph and I alone.

"I came to tell you that Cass and I were about to start baking."

I hopped up. "Oh cool."

We headed out of my room and down the stairs. "So you and Bruce going shopping tommorow?"

"Yeah."

"What are you going to buy?"

"Furniture and clothes."

"Got space for two more?"

"You and Cass?"

"Yes."

"You'll have to ask Bruce."

"Bruce never says no to Cass." Steph stated. "She's like his kryptonite."

I giggled as we walked into the kitchen. Cass stood by the kitchen island with a chef hat and apron on. "Hello."

"Hey." Steph grabbed a apron and hat and handed them to me.

I threw on the apron and looked at the hat. "Is the hat necessary?"

"No." Cass said.

"I think they're hilarious though." Steph added.

"Fair enough." I put on the hat. "So what are we making?"

"Strawberry shortcake." Cass said longingly.

"Cass loves strawberry shortcake." Steph explained, while grabbing a mixing bowl.

"So how do we make strawberry shortcake?" I asked.

Steph held up a sheet. "Got it all written down."

We began baking and chatting. I learned a lot about Steph, not so much about Cass. Almost two hours later and we placed the cake into the oven. "That was very enjoyable." I said.

"Yeah." Steph said. Cass nodded in agreement. "Now we wait."

"How long?" I asked.

Steph looked at the instructions. "Uhh... a while, I guess. I forgot to write that down. We can just guess."

"Like an hour?" Cass suggested. Steph and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm amazed we didn't make too much of a mess." Steph looked around.

A bit of dough here and there, some flour on the floor, but nothing more then should be expected. "Alfred made it sound so much worse." I said.

"Oh me and Cass aren't too bad but if you get a couple of us together, it can be..."

"Messy." Cass finished her sentence.

"How so?" I asked.

She looked off into the distance dramatically reminiscing. "You ever try to get honey out of your hair?"

"No."

"Don't." She warned me

"I didn't intend to."

We both turned to look at Cass, who was giggling. "You smelt like honey for a week."

I began giggling, half at the thought of Steph smelling like honey, and half at the fact Cass was giggling. It was a contagious laugh.

"It wasn't funny." Steph insisted. Cass and I's laughter stopped as Steph slapped a handful of flour into our hair and stepped back. "You know white suits you two."

I blinked as flour dropped down by my face. "Oh." I began laughing again.

Cass leaned into me and whispered. "There's honey in fridge."

"That seems mean." I whispered back.

"I get flour hair, she gets honey hair."

"What are you two whispering about?" Steph asked as she watched Cass walk over to the fridge. "Cass?" Cass took a jar of honey. "Cass, no!"

Steph immediately ducked behind me as Cass came forward. "Don't get me involved."

"I'm using you as a human shield. Cass won't hit you." Steph insisted.

"Sorry Ashleigh." Cass said as she took a handful of honey. " Going to be messy."

Five minutes, and a jar honey later, and all three of us and the kitchen was covered in honey. "So now I understand what Alfred was talking about." I said as I took a glob of honey out of my hair.

"Sorry." Cass apologised. "Had to get Steph."

"That's fair."

"I hate you two." Steph moaned.

"No you don't." Cass said.

"No I don't." Steph admitted.

"You love us."

"I do, but I hate that I love you."

"What in the name of Barry Bee Benson happened in here?" Tim asked as he and Dick walked in.

"Cass started it." Steph said.

"Steph started it." Cass said at the same time.

Dick looked us and sighed. "Go take a shower, you three."

"At least it's not as bad as last time Steph and honey was involved." Tim said.

"That was your fault and you know it Tim." Steph angrily said as we walked by them.

"We'll clean it, after showers." Cass said as she followed.

"Don't worry about it." Dick said. "I'll clean it."

"Sorry." I said.

"Don't worry about it. It happens regurly here." Dick insisted.

"Also I- Im umm, sorry about... you know. The guns and stuff with Jay." I said.

Dick sighed. "No need to be. You get to choose what you do. Jay might be reckless with his own life but he'd never needless endanger yours."

"Thanks." I smiled at him.

"I'd give you a hug but... you know,

honey."

"Yeeeah."

"Now go have a shower." Dick said. "You know you're going to smell like honey for a week."

"So I've heard." I said as I walked out.

I walked up the stairs to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. After about two hours of washing honey out of my hair, I headed back to my room, and sat on the edge of bed and sighed.

"Something up?" Bruce asked from the door.

I hadn't heard him enter, perks of being Batman I guess. "No. Just thinking."

"About?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Are you okay, Ashleigh?"

"I'm fine," I smiled. "Just need some sleep."

"You sure you want to go shopping tommorow?."

"Yeah. Absolutely."

"Okay. I heard you and the girls were baking?."

"Yeah, strawberry shortcake."

"How'd it turn out?"

"I'm not sure. It was in the oven when we left it."

"Why'd you leave it?"

"We had to-" I stopped myself. Am I allowed to tell him? "Wash... uhh honey off... Yeah. "

Bruce sighed. "That's why Tim wouldn't let me in."

"I think Dick was going to clean it, while we washed."

"I won't ask the why."

"Probably best."

"You coming down to taste the cake?"

"No. I think... I'm going to go to sleep."

"Thats alright. We'll save some for you."

"Thanks. Good night."

"Night."

Bruce shut the door and I lay into bed. I'm glad Jay didn't get into too much trouble with Dick. I felt kinda guilty for that. At least the baking was good. Steph is so nice and even though she doesn't say much Cass is sweet. A faint smell of honey filled my nose as I drifted off to sleep.

#batfamily #batfam #fanfiction #oc #dc #spoiler #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #orphan #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #nonbinary #lgbt+ #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #alfred pennyworth #ashleigh wayne

[chocoluckchipz]

Dance with Me, Chaton - 9

Read it on A03, WattPad, FF.net

Written for @ladynoirjuly2019

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9. A Helping Hand.

The next day went didn't go any better despite Adrien sitting down to work only a few hours upon waking up. Much of what he'd read was confusing. Some information was plain conflicting. Other required prior knowledge Adrien didn't have. By twelve in the afternoon, he gave up and picked up his phone. There was only one way out now.

“Hey, bro. What’s up?”

“Nino, help.”

There was a chuckle on the other side. “Don’t tell me you finally decided to escape your tower, Princess.”

Adrien puffed. “Not yet, Nino. This is serious.”

Nino laughed. “Okay, okay. Stop pouting. What happened?”

“I need a hacker. And a good one, please.”

Nino whistled. “A hacker? For what?”

“Remote computer hacking.”

“And you’re calling me because?”

“I don’t know anyone else who can help me. At least not anyone I can trust not to spill it to my father.”

“Oh. This is getting interesting. Do I get the details?”

“Only after you help me, and as little as possible.”

“Alright. How soon do you need him?”

“Like yesterday?”

“Geez, dude. What’s going on?”

“Don’t ask. Find me someone. You said your girlfriend knows all kinds of people. She might know a good hacker, right?”

“She might. I’ll have to ask. Give me a few, bro.”

“Thank you, Nino.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Talk to you later.”

Five minutes went by. Nino wasn’t calling back. Ten. Fifteen. Adrien picked up his phone again and opened Discord to distract himself.

Chat Noir: Good morning, my Lady. How are you this lovely morning?

Ladybug: Sleepy. You?

Chat Noir: I’m purrfectly fine. Been out too late?

Ladybug: Yeah. Going to take it easy today.

Chat Noir: Maybe you should scale back on clubbing? Just a suggestion.

Ladybug: LOL Why? Did you worry about me?

Chat Noir: Maybe? I mean dancing is one thing, but drinking and drugs… it’s dangerous.

Ladybug: LMAO Chat, have you ever been to a club?

Chat Noir: No?

Ladybug: LOL Though so. Well, to make it easier for you: the club I’m going to is more like an exclusive elite establishment for dancing, not your down the road disco. The owner is very strict and doesn’t permit drugs. Alcohol is very limited, and the bartender won’t allow you to get drunk. That’s one of the reasons it’s invitation only - to keep the contingent as decent as possible.

Ladybug: Personally, I don’t drink. I dance. That’s why I’m sleepy. Just tired from all that movement. But it’s a great way to keep myself in shape, both physical and mental, with such a time, energy, and sanity-consuming job as I have.

Chat Noir: If you just imagined me looking like a lecturing idiot, you’re right. That’s exactly how I look right now.

Ladybug: LOL I imagined you dismayed and confused and a little naïve. Like a kid.

Chat Noir: If you’re imagining me pouting, you’re correct again. I’m not a kid? :offended:

Ladybug: LMAO I didn’t say you were, Chaton. It just feels that way. Like you still don’t know a lot of stuff and still have a ton to learn. Not intelligence-wise because you’re smart. More like street-wise? Idk how to explain OTL

Chat Noir: LOL I got it. And yeah, you can say that. I admit I am pretty clueless to a lot of things. Mostly because I've never been exposed to them.

Ladybug: You poor kitten. Should I educate you? Ask me stuff, and I’ll tell you all the secrets.

Chat Noir: I’d love nothing more, but I can’t. Not now at least. Guess what I’m working on?

Ladybug: Any success yet?

Chat Noir: OTL

Ladybug: LOL I believe in you Chat Noir.

His phone rang and seeing Nino’s number Adrien sent “Gtg. Ttyl” to Ladybug and picked up.

“Yo, dude! Who’s your man?”

“You got me a hacker?”

A woman’s laughter sounded in his phone. “Try again.”

“Is that Alya?”

Nino snickered. “Yup, and she’s your man. We have a world-class hacker for you.”

“I love you guys!”

“Not so fast, lover boy. He isn’t cheap, and an emergency call costs twice his regular prices.”

“Not an issue.”

“Alya wants to come.”

“I’ve got to meet her one way or another, and from what you’ve told me about her, hacking into my father’s work computer would be the perfect occasion.”

“You got it.” Nino chuckled. “We can be at your place in an hour. Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Order a pizza.”

“Already dialling the number.”

“Then I’m off,” Nino said and disconnected.

An hour later he, Alya, and their hacker knocked on Adrien’s door.

“What’s up, dude.” Nino high-fived Adrien and motioned to the woman beside him. “This is my Alya.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Adrien greeted Alya with customary cheek kisses. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m sure I’ve heard more about you.” Alya chuckled.

“I hope nothing bad.”

“Nope. Most of it was about how Nino wants to adopt you.”

Adrien laughed. “Yeah, he’s been trying to for ages, but alas I’m not an orphan.”

“With your father, yes, you are,” Nino scoffed. “He locked you in a gilded cage and left you to starve to death.”

“It isn’t so bad,” Adrien said. “As you see I’m far from dying.”

“Physical isn’t everything.” Nino poked Adrien’s chest with his finger and turned to the fourth person in the room. “But, dude, I’m glad you finally decided to rebel. This is Max, Alya’s former classmate and for today, your hacker.”

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Max straightened and offered Adrien his hand in greeting.

“Call me Adrien,” Adrien smiled, shaking Max’s hand.

“What are we hacking for?” Alya asked, settling on a coach in the living room.

“My father’s unreleased collection.” Adrien motioned for everyone to follow Alya and settle in the living room. “Tell me what you need, Max, and I leave the rest to you.”

Without delay, Max set up his equipment on the dining table and asked Adrien a few questions. After that followed hours of trial and error, takeout food and video games, joking around and snoozing on couches. Closer to the evening Max smirked, “I’m in. We have about ten minutes before we get detected, so why don’t you come here and tell me what you need, Adrien.”

As lighting, Adrien appeared by Max’s side. They quickly located the collection file and copied it onto Max’s computer. Five minutes later it was stored on two USB sticks, one for Ladybug, one as a backup for Adrien.

“Your father’s security system is one of the best in the world,” Max commented closing up. “I haven’t had such a challenge in years.”

“Fashion industry is very competitive.” Adrien shrugged. “He has to do all he can to safeguard his designs before the show.”

Max nodded. “I have to run now. I’ll send you my bill by email.”

“I’d better pay in person, if I may,” Adrien said. “Don’t want him to have any traces leading to me.”

“Sure. I stop by next week.”

“Works for me. Thanks for a helping hand, Max.”

“My pleasure.”

As soon as Alya left to show Max out, Nino, lounging on a coach, asked, “So, are you going to tell us why do you need this collection?”

“I’m not sure it’ll work yet,” Adrien smirked. “But I may have found a way to get out of taking a job at Gabriel for a few years.”

“Dude.” Nino grinned, sitting up. “You’ve grown so much. I’m so proud.”

“Don’t cry yet.” Adrien chuckled. “We’ll see first if it works.”

“It will,” Nino said. “You’ve earned some freedom from that freak. No offence, but you know I’m right.”

“I won’t quote you on that when asked.”

“I appreciate it.” Nino took a can of Cola, cracked it open, and toasted it to Adrien. “To your freedom, bro. You’ve earned it.”

“Thanks, Nino,” Adrien said, looking at two USB sticks in his hands. There was no way of going back now. It was forward only. He only hoped none of this would backfire.

***

Chat Noir: My Lady, I have the goods.

Ladybug: !!!!!

Ladybug: You kidding me?

Chat Noir: I kid you not. I have everything you ever wanted.

Ladybug: How? Not to be rude, but I didn’t actually believe it was possible.

Chat Noir: Are you saying you agreed to this only because you were certain I wouldn’t succeed, and so there was no risk in agreeing because you wouldn’t have to do anything because it was impossible for me to get the files?

Ladybug: That… was a very viable possibility.

Chat Noir: So, you’re backing out? After I’ve already dirtied my paws? OTL Cruel.

Ladybug: Did you kill anyone for this?

Chat Noir: :offended: :pout: Is that what you think of me?

Ladybug: LOL Sorry. I’m just shocked you were able to do this. That’s all.

Chat Noir: I am awesome. I know. :handsome: So are you still in?

Ladybug: I have to. You did your part, how can I back away now?

Chat Noir: :finger guns: I've put everything on a USB stick. How do I pass it to you?

Ladybug: Give me a few to think.

Chat Noir: Sure. I’ll be here meanwhile, basking in my awesomeness.

Chat Noir: Still basking.

Chat Noir: Still amazing… fifteen minutes later.

Chat Noir: :pout: Are you backing away? I mean you can if you want, but can you tell me if you do? Because it’s been like half an hour and I’m a little worried.

Ladybug: Chaton. I’m so sorry. I had to organize a way for us to meet without revealing our identities.

Chat Noir: OTL :dead: :resurrected: Please, warn me next time.

Ladybug: Will do. Now, do you remember the club I told you about?  

Chat Noir: The exclusive club for rich and famous? Yeah, I do.

Ladybug: LOL I wish. Anyway, you can bring the USB there.

Chat Noir: With all due respect, my Lady. I’m not leaving it to a third party. I’d be dead if Hawkmoth finds out.

Ladybug: You’ll be giving it to me.

Chat Noir: Won’t we see each other identity if I do?

Ladybug: No. Not there. One feature of this club is that everyone dresses up as their alter identities. I'm Ladybug, so I dress like one. You can dress up as Chat Noir. Paint a mask on your face. I won’t come close. I’ll send one of my friends. Probably Viperion. You pass the USB to him and he’ll give it to me right away. You can stay and see the exchange.

Chat Noir: You do realize I have to trust you like a LOT to do that.

Ladybug: We can always stop and forget this ever happened.

Chat Noir: I think I’m a little too deep in this already to back up now.

Ladybug:  Are you sure?

Chat Noir: Absolutely. Give me the address.

Ladybug: Alright. The name is Kwami Kave. 14 Zagstruc Ave. The stairs behind the main door will lead downstairs. That’s normal. Just go down. You won’t get lost after that. Come at around nine today. See you soon, Chaton.

Chat Noir: See you soon, my Lady.

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[archuve]

In Search Of Food: Bonus Date

SURPRISEEEE

I have a decided to actually write the date! Or was trying to but before I knew it the word count reached 5k and before we even got to the date! XD So the date is going to be in two chapters, one for before the date which I had a lot of fun writing and has actually written and the other for the actual date which I haven’t written yet.

ALSO

This bonus date is dedicated to @croixmeridies !!!

HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!! LOVE YOU <3333

https://worldsinword.tumblr.com/post/166916054278/in-search-of-food (The previous Chapter- 1/3)

Chapter 2/3

Croix looked at herself in the mirror, her fingers weaving and moving through her lavender hair as she murmured small words of motivation to herself. Today was Wednesday after all, the day where she would be on the date with the one and only Chariot Du Nord. Her fingers paused, her mind flashing back to the small moment of days ago. The way her heart pounded against her rib cage, how her cheeks hurt from smiling so much and how her entire face was on fire from just one singular moment.

Chariot Du Nord kissed her.

Granted it was a kiss on the cheek but it was enough to shortcut her usual thinking for days and nights. Her mind was on a repeat, over and over the scene replayed in her thoughts. Sometimes it would stop there at the kiss and she wouldn’t be distracted again from work. If she was a bit unlucky the whole day would go on, from how she first met Akko to how she leaves calling Chariot ‘ma Cherie’. Often it left Croix in a dreamlike state before it ends or an external source snapped her out of it.

Then, there were those moments.

These moments where in her head, Chariot Du Nord doesn’t stop at the kiss on the cheek. Some nights it was a simple kiss which lead them to kiss passionately, Chariot’s back against the wall whilst Croix’s hands roamed through her gorgeous red hair. Some nights Chariot didn’t bother with the cheek but went straight to her lips and on the rare singular occasion… Croix didn’t leave the house at all and spent the night there.

Every time, every single instance where Croix dreamt or thought of something regarding the beautiful redhead, Croix knew she was swooning. She either swooned in her head or in reality, sinking her head into the palms of her hand as she sighed with her emerald eyes evolving to heart eyes. It was if she was caught under a spell.

A sudden jingle of robotic hums brought Croix back to reality as she let out an amused sigh at herself, realising that just now she was in that trance she was contemplating. She looked to the side,  the corner of her lips curled upwards as her phone screen illuminated a message from none other than Chariot Du Nord. She picked it up, a slight rise in the pulse as she looked at the message before the excited smile dissolved into a disbelieving laugh. The user may have Chariot’s name but the contents showed the person behind it was not.

Croix: Why do you have Chariot’s phone Akko?

Chariot Du Woah:*Gasp* How did you know it was me??? :O

Croix laughed once more at her message before her eyes flicker back to the original message of the topic and laughed even more. Where does she get these things?

Croix: After your search for ‘food’ for your mum, I highly doubt she would start a conversation with a pickup line and of food of all things.

Chariot Du Woah: What’s wrong with mine???

“Everything,” Croix muttered under her breath as she typed a different response, her mind rolling back to the message before laughing once more. Are you an Ice Cream? Because I bet you’re sweet when I taste you. “And the fact I didn’t think of it first.”

Croix: I’ll explain when you’re older

Chariot Du Woah: I mean I don’t get it but I know ice cream is really tasty! So it must be good!

Croix: Good, stay pure and out of the internet. Croix wanted to add another piece of advice before something hit her instead.

Croix: Wait, didn’t Chariot ground you from the internet?

Whatever Akko was typing to her paused, then walls of text exploded on her screen. To Croix’s further amusement, her typing reactions made it looked like Akko was going through the five stages of grief.  

Chariot Du Woah: Ummmm I have no idea what you are talking about

Chariot Du Woah: Actually, I do got some idea, why are you snitching on me???? Like come on Croix you are supposed to be friendly to the kid whose mum you’re dating

Chariot Du Woah: Like we are supposed to be great friends, I give you advice about mum and you don’t tell mum about these sort of things. Let’s start now and since I came up with it and you start your end first

Chariot Du Woah: Oh who am I kidding I’m so dead

Chariot Du Woah: This is fine, I can live with the inevitable death that awaits me

Croix: Lmao actually how did you get the phone in the first place?

There was a set of ellipses before there was a pause and then they left altogether. After a little while, Croix got concerned with the lack of messages.

Croix: Akko?

Chariot Du Woah: Croix I am soooo sorry for what Akko just written

Croix: Ah there’s the real Chariot behind the name, how are you? And don’t worry it’s fine.

Chariot Du Woah: Well, I’m doing well and ummm

Chariot’s texting paused there, then the dots appeared, then disappeared. This repeated for a while until Croix got one message that explains everything.  

Chariot Du Woah: I gtg cause Akko is trying to get my phone

Croix: It's fine XD, I’ll see you later for our date, ma cherie

Croix couldn't deny how her fingers were shaking from typing the small endearment nor could she ignore the wide smile across her cheeks and her heartbeat that drummed in her ears.

Chariot Du woah: yes… I’ll see you soon

Croix was about to leave it there before another message came instead, one that made Croix laugh before revealing a wistful smile.

Chariot Du woah: CROIX SHE IS BLUSHING AND GAFJAKDF

Croix chuckled once more at the abrupt ending, a message no doubt coming from Akko and in her head, she wishes Akko a safe departure to the world of the dead. “So far everything is going well.”

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“So far everything is going terribly,” Chariot replied as she groaned into her hand, ignoring the childish boo in the background. She lifted her head, her red eyes glaring at the person in front of her. “And you’re not helping acting like you were Akko.”

“That’s only because when I tried to give you some advice you called it stupid.” Marjo rebutted as she crossed her arms and leant against the wall.

“That’s because it is!” Chariot exclaimed, lifting her arms up to emphasis her point before she walks up to Marjo and points to her. “You want me to give her a-” her words end there as Chariot’s cheeks reddened and her tongue becomes all twisted. “A…” Chariot tried again before the fire behind her words dwindled once more.

“A….” Marjo prompted with a raised brow and a badly hidden laugh. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad Chariot.”

“A private show,” Chariot hissed which made Marjo erupt to a fit of laugh. “I don’t know why you find this so funny considering you came up with it.”

“It’s the fact that your cute little head went straight to the deep end of things, when I could mean  just show an old dance routine you did,” Marjo said but the glint her eyes shows all the bullshit her words are hiding.

“You want me to do a private show in a secluded room, I specifically remember you said a bedroom Marjo.” Chariot said as she buried her head in her palm.

“I would never say that,” Marjo said with a fake gasp, one hand clutching her chest as if Chariot’s words wounded her so much. “I would never try and get my best and closest friend into some pretty person’s pants,” Chariot was about to open her mouth in protest before Marjo pointed her other hand out to Chariot. “Before I even gave her the talk!”

Chariot’s mouth flung open. She stood there shocked as Marjo collapsed into a fit of laughs from her expression. But before she even had the chance to gather her thoughts and project them into a lecture to her dearest friend, something else voiced a concern of utmost importance.

“Hey what’s this talk?” Akko asked, popping from the doorway. “Can I know it?”

There was a pause of silence. Then, out of nowhere, Marjo exploded into cackles but Chariot made no attention to her. “No, not yet anyways, you’re too young,” Chariot explained weakly, giving out excuses that didn’t seem to satisfy the curious child as she lead her away from the kitchen and to the living room. “It’s adult stuff.”

Akko seemed to understand that, she nodded her head before looking up at her mum with a curious tilt. “Is it something you and Croix will be doing?”

“YES!” Marjo screamed from the kitchen before Chariot turned her head to scream back at her.

“NO!” Chariot turned her head to Akko, whose eyes were gleaming with excitement, “No we will not be doing that, we will just have a nice dinner and then we will head back home.”

Her words made Akko’s excited grin fell to a confused frown, around them Arcas was barking wildly before he ran up to the front door and barked at it. “I thought you guys were having lunch and dinner?” Akko’s words drained the colour of Chariot’s face, dread obvious on her face as Akko looked at her with wide eyes. “Wait, you forgot!”

“Akko,” Chariot said with a guilty smile, “When was my date suppose to happen again?”

“Hold on a sec mum, I need to hold Arcas back from the mailman.” Akko sighed as she ran to the front door, passing Marjo as she walked to Chariot.

“Oh man, I haven’t laughed like that since you told me how Akko found your date,” Marjo said before she looked at Chariot’s worried face, “Hey Chariot, what’s wrong?”

“Marjo…” Chariot said with a glance to the doorway, hoping that the time she has in her head isn’t when the date is supposed to start. “I think I forgot when my date is supposed to start.”

Marjo deadpanned at her, “You are the most useless lesbian I have ever met.” Chariot was about to say something, like how that was hypocritical coming from a gay disaster like her or a string of panicked words tripping over the mess of anxiety but all words drew blank when Akko spoke.

“CROIX OHMYGOD YOU LOOK AMAZING LIKE WOW”

“She’s here already!?” Marjo said as Chariot decided to run upstairs to get prepared. Chariot gave her no response but the slam of the door upstairs. “Okay, I need to see how hot this Croix person is.” Marjo moved to the door but before she turned and even caught a glimpse of Croix she was thrown back to the ground. “Arcas please,” Marjo said as she tried to move the dog away from her as he kept licking her face.

“Arcas continue!” Akko declared making Marjo find the sudden strength to move Arcas out of her face and sit up. But before she was got up, Arcas already climbed on her lap, his paw pressed against her chest as she tried to hold back the living marshmallow from pinning her with slobbering licks once more. In her determination to get up she failed to notice Akko sneaking around and behind her.

“What do you mean contin- AKKO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Marjo shrieked as she struggled to find the strength to fight back Arcas with one hand as the other tried to remove the blindfold that Akko wrapped around her face.

“I’m sorry Aunt Marjo but mum needs to see Croix first before you or else you’ll spoil the surprise,” Akko explained as she knotted and then knotted the blindfold again before throwing herself on Marjo to pin her down with Arcas.

“Akko how many times do I need to tell you? Don’t call me aunt, it makes me feel old!” Marjo said as she continued to wrestle Akko and Arcas in the darkness. “And let me go! I am the adult of the house so I am in charge.”

“And as the daughter of the owner of the house, I am on a higher level of power by association!” Akko argued as she managed to pin an arm down, Arcas barked in agreement as he continued his quest to bring the mighty Marjo down. “Therefore you must stay down!” With that command Arcas gave one final slobbering kiss to Marjo, catching her off guard as she came down to the floor with a slam. “Down with the bourgeois!” Akko chanted with a laugh as she continued to pin Marjo down.

“This- this is-” Marjo spluttered, getting cut off with every kiss Arcas gives her. “This is Mutiny! Al- Alcor! Alcor help me!” She pushed Arcas out of the way once more but with a war cry Akko came and sat on her stomach making Marjo groan from the sudden weight on her. “Where is that damn old bird…” Marjo wheezed before she collapsed under the two overgrown puppies with a defeated sigh.

Meanwhile, just around the corner, the other adult in the house was facing her own small menace. It was one singular being but it was far worse and threatening than what Marjo faced squared and then squared again. It was a dusty old crow with white wings and a dimmed pale blue body. The four pointed star across his chest may have been a sign of welcoming comfort but the deadly look in his one eye said otherwise.

This crow was called Alcor, and from what Croix can tell as she stared up at his perched form on the coat rack, this bird will be the biggest problem she would ever face and that’s not counting the time she ordered pizza at 3 am and realised she didn’t own any plates.

“Hello?” Croix began before she started to inwardly curse at herself. She was acting like an idiot, and in front of her date’s familiar no less. It was one thing to mess up in front of the child, it was a whole new level in hell to mess up first impressions with someone’s familiar. She didn’t even know if the deathly silence the bird was giving her was a good sign or not, hell she didn’t even know their name!?

“Umm, my name is Croix.” She started again, once again being completely unnerved that she is getting no response. “Do you know where Chariot is?” The name of his owner made the bird shift, his eye narrowing as he shifted closer to Croix. To Croix, it seemed that she was heading in the right direction. “Yeah, I um… I’m her date.”

The term date made Alcor freeze. His head shifted from looking at what’s below him to staring straight at Croix. The temperature around Croix dropped drastically the moment her two eyes met one, where her soul met the cold judgement of hell freezing over. She was so caught off guard that she could only gulp when a rush of wind swept past her, messing up parts of the hair. Her eyes kept flickering from Alcor’s deadly gaze and the outstretched metal claw he wore that just lingered above her exposed throat.

The fabric of time collapsed upon itself. That moment, where in reality was a mere second, lasted as long as the years that this encounter had stolen from her. Alcor continued to make no sound but Croix heard his silent threat loud and clear. ‘Look after Chariot… or die.’ With such a clear and noble intent, Croix could do nothing but carefully nod in response. Seeing that the message was sent across, Alcor glared at her one last time before swooping back to his perch on the rack whilst Croix aimlessly massaged her throat before running her fingers through her hair to let out a sigh of relief.

“We did it Arcas!” She heard Akko’s voice cheer from the living room. Croix glanced back at Alcor, blinking in surprise that he already made no attention to Croix, his body seemed dormant as it rose up and down in a gentle manner. “We have defeated the monarchy!” Akko cried once again in triumph, prompting Croix to check what all the commotion was all about. Needless to say, she was amused to find Akko, cheering with Arcas running circles around her whilst a seemingly unconscious adult tied up with a skipping rope leaning against the wall.

“I love how whilst I was getting threatened by a bird you captured your caretaker,” Croix chuckled as she leant on the door way with her arms crossed, one more time she looked at Alcor to see if she got a response but the bird to be fast asleep. Or at least he seemed to be, she could never really trust the bird now, even if he is one of Chariot’s familiars.

Akko stopped in her celebration to look at Croix with a weird expression on her face. “You were threatened by a bird?” Croix stopped staring at Alcor and looked at Akko dead in the eye, inside those red pupils she saw the cool persona Akko think she was starting to crumble into who she really was, a nerdy gay mess, a mess in all aspects of life.

“No,” Croix answered after a long period of time, “Forget that I said anything.” Akko blinked, caught off guard by the sudden response. Seeing this Croix smiled to herself as she decided to switch the topic and make Akko forget that it ever happened. “Anyways, I heard you say the monarchy, did you know us witches have something similar?”

The confused look in her eyes vanished as the fireworks exploded in her retina leaving sparkles in its wake. “We have princess witches!?” Akko exclaimed as she looked at Croix with her hands clasped together eager to learn.

Croix laughed at the enthusiasm, letting out a silent sigh that she was so easily diverted and her cool persona still lived on in Akko’s head. “Not really,” she grinned as she rubbed her head affectionately before she flicked out her wand and casted a holographic image, further boosting Akko’s opinion of her. In front of them were nine different hats and Croix closed her eyes briefly to begin an informative but fun lecture to Akko. “We have what we call the nine olde witches-”

That was the plan of course... before Akko bursted out into laughter. “They aren’t princesses Croix, they’re old witches like great great great grandma trees. My mum tells me all about them.”

Croix huffed to herself as she made the holographic disappear before she showed a different symbol, one that was a unicorn shape, to many people around the world it was known as the Cavendish Crest. “That may be true, however, are you aware that some decedents of the nine of old witches are of a noble status?” She smirked at Akko’s shocked expression, her eyes wide with amazement as she stared at the crest before it morphed into a child with blond curly hair. “So in their own right, some are seen as princesses in the witch world.”

“Wow!” Akko gasped as she continued to stare at the girl. Croix smirked to herself, proud that she managed to open more of the witch world to Akko. “The girl is so pretty!!” Or her gay awakening maybe. “She looks like my age? Is she my age? Do you know her? What’s her name?” Akko asked making Croix laugh as she rubbed her head affectionately.

“Does someone has a little crush on a princess witch?” Croix teased as she turned off the holographic image with a laugh and crouched down to Akko’s level.

Akko turned to look at her, her cheeks blazing red and her face pulled the most adorable angry face Croix had ever seen, it was as if she was looking at a puppy trying to be angry. “I don’t have a crush-” Akko halted as her eyes lingered on something behind Croix. All of her anger disappeared into awe, the fire in her eyes becoming a twinkling flame once more. The moment Croix turned around, she could see why. Standing near the bottom of the stairs was Chariot Du Nord.

Chariot was dressed in a simple white blouse, a set of four pointed stars placed together to show the big dipper constellation was in the corner chest. She wore simple jeans and wore white flats to fit. It was a simple and casual look but to Croix Chariot just looked stunning. Croix’s mouth was wide open, her brain short-circuited as she gulped down the fear and slight anxiety that came with dating.

Chariot looked stunning, like a beautiful angel. Compared to Croix who was wearing nothing but a white tank top, a red flannel, black jeans and a pair of old converse she didn’t even look like she belonged next to her. However, the way her eyes tried to avert her gaze along with the soft touch of red on her cheeks made her feel that she dressed well, at least enough to impress. “Does someone have a crush on a pretty mum?” Akko teased next to her. Croix gave her an annoyed glare that didn’t look at all intimidating to Akko.

“If I didn’t then we wouldn’t be here in the first place” She turned back to Chariot who was just walking down the final steps to them. “You look beautiful by the way Chariot.”

Chariot blushed at the compliment, her eyes looking everywhere but her. “Um, thanks… you look nice too MARJO!?” Croix raised an eyebrow at the familiar name and from the corner of her eyes, she could see Akko wince. Chariot, on the other hand, rushed to her friend, shooing Arcas off her legs before she began untying her. “Akko what did you do?”

“Why do you think it's me? It could be Croix for all we know?” Akko said, making Croix raise her eyebrows at her.

“Why would I try to knock out an old classmate of mine?” Croix replied making Akko open her mouth wide as she went to assist Chariot who got rid off all the skipping rope and was in the process of waking her up.

“Chariot my dear step back a bit, I know one sure way to wake her up,” Croix said as she flicked out her wand and motioned Chariot to move. She took a deep breath, stepped back and then pointed her wand on Marjo whilst everyone moved back a bit more, expecting something grand or spectacular, instead, they just saw the incantation of a magical megaphone.

“PISCES CAN NEVER BE A REAL WITCH!”

“WHO THE FUCK WANTS A VISIT TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE?” Marjo shouted, snapping awake before bouncing on her feet with blood lust in her eyes.

“Marjo!” Chariot chastised as she walked up to her with a mixed expression of concern and amusement. “Language!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Chariot. WHOM THE FUCK-” The repetition of her words before was caught in her throat as Marjo laid her eyes on the person behind Chariot who looked back with an impish grin. “ARE YOU?”

“You aren’t going to believe this Marjo” Croix chuckled as she looked at her, “But does the name Croix Meridies ring a bell?”

“You mean the scruffy weeb nerd who everyone thought was a loner and who also blew up a part of the school?”

Whatever Croix or anyone was about to say died with Marjo’s words creating this deafening silence as both mother and daughter of the family turned to Croix who had a flushed expression on her face. It obvious that Croix didn’t even think about getting that kind of response nor was she prepared for all hell to break loose after that stunned second of silence.

“Wait YOU blew up a part of a school Croix!?” Akko exclaimed as her eyes sparkled with an interest Croix knows she shouldn’t have. Her face broke into an expression of panic as she glanced at Chariot, she didn’t want her past to bite her back in the butt. It was unclear if Chariot’s vacant and dazed expression was a good sign or not but it allowed Croix to take a breath and try to answer Akko’s question as calmly as possible.

“It was a lab accident and-”

“Wait YOU’RE CROIX?” Marjo said with her mouth wide open as her eyes travelled up and down Croix’s outfit. “SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET SO HOT?”

Croix flushed at the blunt and crass compliment before she cleared her throat and tried to regain the situation. “I am trying to explain something Marjo,” she scolded before she continued to explain the context of her blowing up a part of the school to Akko, however, it seemed the aspects were already long gone in Akko’s head.

“Wait, if you went to Marjo’s school and Marjo went to Luna Nova...” Akko mused making Croix’s face pale slightly, already knowing what she is going to ask. “DID YOU BLOW UP LUNA NOVA CROIX?”

Croix winced at the sheer volume of Akko’s words, even more, when it seemed to stir Chariot back to the living. But before anyone can say anything else, Marjo turned to Chariot with a grin and a glint in her eyes. “Chariot for your sake would you marry this girl?” Both Croix and Akko turned to face Marjo, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Croix’s heart vibrated violently against her ribs as her cheeks flushed the deepest shade of scarlet. Chariot blinked once and then twice and then gave her response.

“Yes- wait what?”

This time there was no silence for Croix to digest the sudden information that was gifted to her, nor there was a time for her to breath. She knew that Marjo was playing some sort of joke, not in the way to tease or make fun of and maybe what she meant was genuine but this isn’t something she should take seriously. But that doesn’t stop her body reacting as if the news was suddenly real and true.

Her mind was racing, blood was pounding against her ears and fiery heat that came with it was drowning her thoughts and her logical way of thinking. Her throat was parched, the air in her lungs was gone with the sudden gasp she just made. Her brain short-circuited, her side infamous of being a gay disaster was exposed and she could only just hear what is happening around her.

“SHE SAID YES, CROIX I FOUND YOU A WIFE!” Marjo screamed with delight as she ran over to said person and began to shake her with avid excitement, one that she shouldn’t have after being unconscious for the latter half of an hour.

“Wha?”

“MARJO!” Chariot yelled as she ran over and grabbed Croix and stole her away from Marjo’s grip. She held Croix from the behind, hands secured around her waist as she pulled her away to the side. Marjo looked at her with raised hands in surrender, an eyebrow rose in a suggestive knowing manner as Chariot narrowed her eyes and almost growled at her. “Number one, You are insufferable and number two don’t shake people like that, what do you get to say to yourself?”

“You already said yes and I know Akko is your daughter and all but I call dibs on being your maid of honour.”

Chariot rolled her eyes as she turned Croix around to face her, her eyes softened at the adorable face Croix pulled when she was all dazed with a red blush all over her face. “Hey Croix, you okay?”

Croix stirred, her eyes blinked owlishly as she touched the temple of her head. “I think so yes…” She mumbled before her eyes meet Chariot’s and her confused expression broke into a soft but loving smile that made Chariot’s heart beat wildly. “Thanks for saving me back there,” Croix smiled as she moved her way out of Chariot’s hold much to Chariot’s displeasure before she seized Chariot’s hand and kissed it with a wink. “I will greatly remember to return the favour ma Cherie.”

“Wait, if you two are getting married…” Akko mused aloud ruining the romantic moment between the two. Chariot heard a sigh come from Croix and before she had a chance to question her she could see why. “DOES THIS MEAN IM HAVING TWO MUMS?” Once again the blush on Chariot’s face deepened as she sent an apologetic look to Croix before she let go of her hand to hold Akko’s as she crouched down to her level.

“Akko my dear, no one is getting married.” Chariot said softly, she squeezed their hands together when Akko’s excited smile started to fall and her eyes began to water.

“At least not yet,” Marjo murmured, ignoring how Chariot sent her a glare.

“Your Aunt Marjo just wanted to do a bad joke and if you want you can be in charge of the house whilst me and Croix go on our date okay?”

The aspect of being in charge made Akko’s face become a complete 180, her excited nature revived as she nodded her head with glee, even more when she turned to Marjo. “I told you I have more power over you Aunt Marjo.”

Marjo baulked at her which made Chariot giggle. Her attention then turned to Chariot with her eyes sending daggers but Chariot chose to ignore them. “Okay we will be going now,” Chariot smiled as she kissed Akko on the cheek, “Stay safe, don’t ruin the house and make sure Aunt Marjo eats okay?”

Akko nodded once more before giving Chariot a kiss on the cheek, “Okay mum! I love you and Croix look after her okay?” Croix gave a nod as well as a thumbs up as she walked to the hallway, Chariot stood up and followed her.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave Akko in charge of the house?” Croix asked once they were out of earshot. “I don’t mean to insult her by the way, it's just last time we left her alone she knocked Marjo unconscious and tied her up with a skipping rope.”

“Oh don’t worry, Alcor is actually in charge and I know he can make sure the house is in one piece when I come back home.” Chariot answered as she fixed her hair and searched for a suitable jacket to wear.

Croix paused behind her as an eerie sensation sent chills throughout her body. “Wait… whose Alcor?”

Chariot, seeing that she couldn’t find much closed the closet door and walked to the coat rack and stroked the top of Alcor’s head with a finger. Behind her, Croix’s face paled as she gave wry smile to the bird who was beginning to wake. “This old friend of mine and my first familiar.” Alcor gave a caw similar to a human yawn as Chariot turned to the side to look at Croix. “Have you two met yet?”

“Ahhh yes, we are…. Acquainted.”

Chariot grinned at her, she then turned to Alcor and gave him some instructions to help him look after the house and Akko more before opening the door and looked at Croix. “Let’s get going Croix before this date feels too overdue.”

#charoix #croix meridies #chariot du nord #akko kagari #lwa fics #charoix fics #my writing #birthday fic

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wind up system. -wen junhui

wen junhui x reader word count: 1853 soulmate au where one has a clock counting down to the moment they meet their soulmate + lowkey college au? summary: and on one unfortunate night, the clock breaks. [angst]

The hour of the night is lost to you as you unconsciously flip from one side of the bed to the other, haphazardly flinging your blanket along with you. It’s dark in your room, or perhaps you barely even bother to crack your eyes open. The point still stands that the sun is still absent and so is your will to move.

Before you can drift off to whatever restless sleep you could achieve at this time, something occurs to you.

It’s eerily silent.

Pressing your face down into your pillow deliriously, you pull the sides over your ears. Nothing. The soft clicking and ticking noises that you’ve become so accustomed to have suddenly stopped.

The counter, the timer,

You’re suddenly jerked awake at the thought.

Today, at some point past midnight (you can’t find your phone. you don’t know what time it is. you can’t really find your grip on anything either. is this normal?) you realize that it’s gone. The clock counting down to the moment your life has been leading up to, the moment when you meet your soulmate,

It’s stopped, but not on zero.

(The time reads 06:10:00.)

.

It all feels like a dream when you finally shake your head awake in the morning, a rather outlandish one at that. You’re prone to waking up in the middle of the night, absolutely drunk in drowsiness and forging false memories in those moments isn’t exactly unheard of.  In fact, you’re ready to pass that it never even happened before your mind really processes the frozen numbers that seem to glare at you.

Your first instinct is to scream, but you muffle that by shoving a fist in your mouth.

You can feel the devastation literally pour over you, it comes in waves at first (each one hitting harder than the last). But, you’re sure that you’re still in denial, as the prospect doesn’t seem that terrifying yet. You don’t want to settle with the knowledge that this was how your little fairy tale ended.

‘This is such a sick joke,’ you reason with yourself, pulling yourself out from the cold covers and lethargically moving on with your morning routine. Your friends—the ones who’ve found their soulmates, they had such romantic stories to tell about their first meetings.

(You always assumed you’d have a story like that to tell.)

Grimacing, you rush around the room, throwing your clothes on in the quickest way possible. You were so excited to meet your soulmate, you even did calculations to figure out when you would meet them today. Of course, the clock is never really consistent, it occasionally stutters back and forth because it almost works like an auto-rerouting GPS. It’s just… never stopped.

You don’t know what to expect.

Ripping through the kitchen, you shove a piece of bread you pick up off the counter into your mouth. Somehow, you find the opportunity to glance at the time on your phone in the midst of everything, and as you grab the bag that you packed the night prior you decide you have enough time to get a quick coffee. You’d text a friend or two about your dilemma on the way there.

—

The cafe right on the path to your lecture hall is, unfortunately, closed for the day due to some renovations. Which means you’ll have to go a little out of your way to make sure you don’t fall asleep in the middle of a class. Tragic, but you deal with it.

It’s now three minutes past the time that it was intended for you to meet your soulmate, allegedly. At this point, you can’t help but sigh. You keep anxiously checking the time on your phone, waiting for something to happen. It’s obviously not the polite barista serving you, she hasn’t turned up much of a reaction. The countdown on your clock just doesn’t seem to move either. It’s almost become a little too difficult to swallow.

Tapping your foot gently against the ground, you thank the barista over the counter as she hands you the coffee you ordered. She gives you a small smile in response, out of obligation more than anything else.

You’re dismayed.

It would have been nice to meet your soulmate in the small, cozy cafe on campus. Cliched, yes, but nice nonetheless. It would make for a sweet story to tell and a heartwarming memory to look back on.

But, not for you apparently.

“That’s the same complex order that Wen Junhui guy gives me every morning, did he tell you to fetch it this time?”

You freeze. Which turns out to be okay, the barista girl continues anyways.

“Speaking of which, he’s not here today? That’s surprising…” She trails off. “Are you his friend?”

You shake your head in response, “I don’t know a Wen Junhui.” You say slowly.

“Just saying, you have the exact crazy coffee order as someone. It’s kind of creepy, honestly.” She turns away, ending the conversation as another customer strolls up to the cash register.

You’re left with a puzzled expression and a heavy heart.

(There’s an uneasy feeling growing in your chest.)

Pursing your lips together in a frown, you take a tiny sip from your steaming drink. You’re already running late, you notice, if you ever want to make it alive in time for your lecture you’d better run now.

As soon as you step foot outside the cafe, you want to break into a run but you soon realize that with scalding coffee in one hand it’s probably not the greatest idea. The walk is agonizingly slow, but not as torturous.

(Thoughts about your soulmate never do leave your head.)

Ah, whatever. It’s a dumb system anyways.

You regret not asking that girl about ‘Wen Junhui’ some more while you had the chance to, on the off-chance that he was supposed to be your soulmate. You know nothing about the guy, other than the fact that he had the same sugar/sweetener-packed coffee that you normally did and he didn’t show up today like he had others.

Mid-stride, you can’t help but frown. Of course, you can’t chase away thoughts of Junhui being your soulmate.

—

FROM: (y/n) [8:15 AM] >my timer stopped last night >have uou ever heard about something like that happening?

FROM: h [8:26 AM] >no.. not really??

FROM: (y/n) [8:27 AM] >ah,,

FROM: h [8:27 AM] >wait no >that’s a lie

FROM: (y/n) [8:28 AM] >???? [8:31 AM] >you gonna tell me or??

FROM: h [8:32 AM] >sry i gtg rn its important >ill text you back later

FROM: (y/n) [8:32 AM] >wait?? dude???? [8:33 AM] >?????? u cnt just leave me like that [8:39 AM] >hello???????

—

After that short-lived conversation, you went through your morning classes rather bitterly. When you check your phone at the end, it’s clear that your friend hasn’t ‘texted you back later’ yet. You’re ready to just pocket your phone and go home for the day before your ringtone goes off and your device starts to vibrate.

The caller ID displays an unknown number. You glance around the hallway, it’s been cleared out for the most part. Your thumb hovers across the screen, hesitating for a moment before you press ‘accept’.

“Hello?” With the phone pressed to your ear, you head out on your walk home.

“Ah.. Hello, is this… (y/n)?” An unfamiliar accented voice asks from the other side.

“Yes?” You frown, faltering a tiny bit, “Who is this?”

“I’m an acquaintance of Soonyoung’s, we practice at the same dance studio. I’m calling on his behalf.”

If it’s even possible, your brows furrowed even more as your expression grew troubled, “Is he alright? Is this about him?”

“No, it’s about something he said.”

“Alright?”

“Your soulmate timer, he mentioned that you told him that it stopped last night.” His voice is a little shaky and uneven, but you assume that he’s merely nervous talking to a stranger. You can’t really ignore how nasally he sounds though, maybe he’s sick? It’s not your duty to judge.

“Soonyoung has no filter on his mouth,” you groan, “Yes, yes, it did. Do you know anything about that? Is that why you’re calling?”

The young man on the other line remains mute for a moment, when he speaks up his voice almost cracks, “I have a friend, my roommate actually, he… Well, he’s never really liked the whole soulmate gimmick, if that makes sense. I… I think he was really frustrated last night because the timer was so… close.”

You can’t help but nod even though there’s zero possibility of the other person seeing you. Perhaps, you’re nodding at the coffee shop that you dropped by this morning as you walk past. You’re not paying too much attention to your surroundings as you focus more on your conversation.

“He smashed his timer last night.”

If you hadn’t slowed your pace down enough, at his words you immediately freeze mid-stride. You didn’t–

(Is that even possible?)

“Where are you going with this?” You whisper to keep your own voice from breaking. You’re not sure how much it helps, as it’s uncertain if he even heard you.

“I think I found your soulmate, (y/n).”

“Who are you even? What’s his name? Where is he?” You grip the phone at your ear with both hands, as if your vice-hold could somehow force the answers out of him. It won’t work, it doesn’t work, you’re afraid of what he would say.

“My name’s Minghao, my roommate… Wen Junhui.”

Tentatively, you take a small step forward. It’s awkward enough that you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, even if there are seldom any people on the street at the moment. “Wen Junhui… Yeah, I’ve been hearing a lot about him today.” You sigh softly, “Is he…?”

“… I think he’s your soulmate. Did you stop by a cafe this morning? It’s where Jun always goes before his first class, as far as I know his countdown would have ended around that time.”

“… Yes, I did.”

You can hear Minghao’s ragged exhale over the phone, “I’m so sorry, Jun’s such a stubborn idiot, I should have tried harder, it’s just–” He gulps, “I’m sure you and Jun would have gotten along really well, if he hadn’t made such a stupid decision.”

(Fear creeps up your spine, you don’t want to believe it.)

Laughing nervously, you pick up your pace, trying to drown out the deafening sound of your rapid heartbeat with your footsteps, “W-what do you mean? I’m–I can meet him, right? Where is he?”

“(y/n)…”

“Please,” out of nowhere, you notice how parched your throat feels, “you can’t. You can’t do that. You can’t, you can’t, you–”

The sound of a broken sob sends your own tears spilling,

(It’s not fair.)

You never even met him, you never got to. But, is it a tragic ending if there really was no beginning? You don’t trust words, you don’t want to.

“Wen Junhui is dead.”

(The time reads 00:00:00.)

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #wen junhui #junhui imagines #jun x reader #file: soulmate au #file: unedited #file: oneshot #xi writes #file: angst

[songjeans]

study diary: feb 7 2020

in a desperate attempt to pass my midterm tonight here is a study post.

6:37 am: OK I’M STUDYING NOW

6:54 am: my plan is after every lecture, i give myself a five minute break. and every lecture is me going over lecture notes, reading over my summary notes, and reading the study guide. anyway i’m done one lecture bye i’m going to take my break

6:59 am: listened to cruel summer during my study break b/c it’s a bop. ok back to studying gtg

7:22 am: done another lecture! for everyone keeping track at home, that’s 2/23 boys

7:28 am: ok going to do another lecture byeee

7:54 am: i’m hungry how long can i go without food. anyway onto lecture 4 now

8:11 am: 4/23 done and i’m sleepy goodnight i’m going to take a nap pahahaha

9:54 am: i had a nightmare. also feeling crampy again. tried to order a pizza only to find out the pizza shop doesn’t OPEN UNTIL ELEVEN. going to study. k bai

10:13 am: on breakkkkk 5/23 done

10:40 am: 6/23! woo!!! next time i finish i’ll be able to order my PIZZA

11:01 am: ordered my pizza. now onto my 8th lecture (i think)

11:22 am: 8/23 done! :) 9th lecture let’s gO

12:09 pm: i feel so crabby because my stomach is in pain but i took medicine again lol and i drank some apple cider vinegar and i ate lunch i’m ready to get back to it now rock and roll i have 14 lectures left!!!

12:30 pm: i want to stab myself in the eye my tummy still HURTS i’m such a complainer whiner person lol sorry 13 lectures left

#songjeans #study diary

[overseerjules]

First off, I’m so so so sorry that this is so late! I ended up rewriting this almost 4 different times and I’m still not completely happy with it but it’s my first fanfic so screw it, I like it enough to give it to you @hisagishuuhei I hope you like it! P.S. Sorry if its cringy lmao For the @yuri-on-ice-valentine-exchange

Pairing: Emil X Mickey

Disclaimer: I wrote this like one would write a diary so everything that’s written is in Mickey’s viewpoint until the very end

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3 days until Valentine’s Day

Current time: 3:27 pm 2/11/17

I’ve got it bad…….. Like extremely bad. I can barely sit still during this stupid ass lecture it’s so bad. I know I know, I need to calm down. It’s only love. Well… it’s probably love, all I really know is that I want to make that boy mine and never let him go. God the things I could do to him, I could just eat him up! Wait I’m in class so I shouldn’t be thinking about this, I could pop a boner if I continue. Ugh, how much longer is this class??? I swear I’m gonna die here. I wish I never took this stupid marketing class… I DON’T EVEN LIKE MARKETING! I should’ve taken like a sports history class or somthn. That would’ve been waaay better. I need to just chill out… I mean there’s only like 40 minutes left in the class anyways, and then I can go back to the dorm and see Emil! Just mentioning him in this journal gets me so excited. I’m a lovesick mess huh?

Current Time: 5:58pm 2/11/17 My original plans to go straight back got totally ruined! All I wanted to do was go home and see Emil…. But nooooo. Sara just had to come and jump me after class and she even dragged me to this stupid cafe. I mean it wasn’t that bad tbh but it still was not what I wanted. I think the only good thing that came out of it was that she agreed to help me buy something for Emil. So now I’m stuck waiting in the car for her to ‘properly get ready’ since she didn’t think she was pretty enough to go out on the town like she was. Like, what does she thinks gonna happen? That some mysterious and hot af guy is just gonna pop up and ask her out?? Besides even if that were to happen, I’d never let someone touch my lil sister…. hmph .

Current Time: 9:32pm 2/11/17

I’m sitting outside on the bench right below our dorm trying to catch my breath as of right now. Why is that future me may ask? W E L L. Sara being the little shithead she is made me walk home by myself after finding some of her friends but that’s not all folks! It started raining too so I had to run back here! Hence why I’m out of breath. I’m just glad that she promised to wrap up the teddy bear and the electric razor I got him. Ok yeah I know buying him one of those isn’t really romantic or anything but it’s supposed to be funny since he knows how much I hate his beard. Facial hair in general is just….. No.

2 Days until Valentine’s day

Current Time: 12:13pm 2/12/17

Last night had to be the best night in my life. It started off extremely normal, just me walking into our dorm and seeing Emil making food. Oh and have I ever mentioned how great of a cook he is? Well he is and lemme just say this now, he’s perfect wifey material. Ok but back to what I was originally talking about, we ate while we watched a movie and I don’t ever remember falling asleep but I guess at some point I did because I woke up around 4 or 5-ish and me and Emil were all cuddled up. Wait what was that? Can I repeat that you ask??? Me. And. Emil. Were. Cuddling. Oh god, I can’t believe that happened but to top the whole situation off, when I tried to move away he frickin grabbed me in his sleep and hugged me even tighter. When he did that I could barely hear him say “don’t go..” over my heart slamming in my chest. I legit thought I was going to die. I mean I would’ve died extremely happy but no I can’t die yet! Not until we’ve slept together again with roles switched, not that I didn’t like being the spoon or the warmth of his oh so strong arms around me. It’s just that I really just wanna hug him all night, hell if I could I’d do it 24/7. Ugh but I gtg finish my homework for my next class since I missed my first one , I’ll come back and write in you later.

Current Time: 3:02pm 2/12/17

I spent the whole class thinking about Emil again. I really need to stop doing that… I’m going to end up failing my classes at this point. But forget that, more importantly I think he’s avoiding me now, I mean it’s totally plausible since we are in no way, shape, or how romantically involved and we ended up on a small ass couch cuddling. But still, that’s no reason for him to jump when he see’s me or to hurry and leave the dorm. FYI, that happened about 20 minutes ago so I’m still quite hurt about that. I guess it’s whatever, we’ll be fine over time I hope.

Current Time: 10:44pm 2/12/17

Sara stole me again, not that I mind this time since I’m sure Emil wouldn’t wanna see me anyways. Kill me now please. But yeah I filled her in on what happened last night and she was more than thrilled. She kept reassuring me that he’s just embarrassed since he likes me too and that’s why he’s doing that but I just don’t know what to think about it. After we spent like an hour and a half or so just fucking around at the cafe she told me to go back and try to talk to him. Let’s just say I tried. I came home to him icing one of his bomb af cakes he loves to make, but that’s not the reason I’m pissed. He went and wrote ‘To the one I love’ in bright red icing on it. Upon seeing that my jealousy skyrocketed and I went and asked such a dumbass question. “So is that for your girlfriend?” Normally the sight of him blushing would melt my heart but the fact that I know he’s bright red because of someone else is just sickening. “Ah no… just someone I really like” “Tch, same difference, anyone who would reject you after giving them that would be brain dead” After that I kinda just stormed off into my room which is where I am and am perfectly willing to stay. I don’t want to go out there and see that stupid cake of his, or him for that matter. Oh god could I just cry right now. Fuck. I wish I could just snap that person’s neck that stole my loves affection from me. Nvm, he’d just hate me even more then. Fuck I just want things to be simpler!

1 Day until Valentine’s Day

Current Time: 1:29am 2/13/17

I was awoken by Emil carrying me princess style to my bed. Never would’ve imagined he’d do something like that but nonetheless it happened. And me being stupid like always told him to go away, which I highly regret saying but it’s not like he left anyways. He softly told me, “I’d never, you’d catch a cold sitting out like that you know?” At that moment I thought my heart was going to explode, any trace of anger I held just dissipated and turned to sadness so when he sat me down and tucked me into my bed like a 5 year old, I curled up and just layed there on the verge of tears. I guess it was pretty obvious since he crouched down and asked me what was wrong, I just told him that it was the valentine blues since it’s not like I had anyone. The smile he had on his face the was one that looked kinda pitiful, almost like he wanted to cry too. And well umm hold up, I’m not really good at inserting dialog so I’ll just do it screenplay like? No clue really but all that I know is that it’s gonna make writing in this journal a hell load easier so here it goes! Emil: Eh? I would’ve thought that you’d have girls lining up to get with you since you’re so hot.

Me: So…. you think i’m hot? *blushing like crazy*

Emil: N-no that’s not what I meant! *I think he was blushing? Couldn’t tell very well*

Me: It’s ok… I know you were messing around. *I tried smiling even though I wanted to cry even more, sooo*

Emil: It’ll be ok Mickey, I’m sure you’ll have someone this year, now go and get some sleep. Ok?

Me: Thanks for the encouraging words Emil. Anyways, night.

Emil: Sweet dreams~

Current Time: 9:57pm 2/13/17

I woke up this morning around 11 and had the great idea to watch Emil sleep. I mean it’s not like I set out to do it? I kinda just walked out into the kitchen and saw him laying on the couch sleeping. So why not? Oh I can tell you why not. Reason 1) trying to explain yourself is utter hell bc you won’t have an explanation. And reason 2) The awkwardness afterwards totally kills off any good vibes for a good two hours. He wasn’t to creeped out but I still regret doing that, and lucky me he went out of his way to make it less awkward by asking what I wanted to do today. But knowing Emil, he’ll just pick something he wants to do anyways so I told him it was his call. And that’s how I ended up watching every. Single. Episode of voltron today, and after that he turned on The Magicians and we’re currently on the 3rd episode. He kept going on about it for awhile now but as soon as he gets to watch it he falls asleep. How careless, not to mention that he’s sleeping all curled up under my arm. Man. I wish tomorrow would never come because I know he’s just going to go off to his valentine…

V A L E N T I N E ‘ S D A Y

Current Time: 6:03am 2/14/17

Fuck. FUck. FUCk. FUCK. I forgot to grab his presents yesterday. Sure he already has someone but that does not mean that I’d just not give him anything, plus I spent good money on that stuff. Anyways, almost as soon as I woke up, I dashed out of the dorm and all the way to Sara’s house. I regret running but it was worth it. I grabbed those presents after waking her and everyone else up on the block by my loud knocks and bolted back to my dorm.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Real Time~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What I walked into almost shattered my heart. I laid Emil’s presents down and ran over to Emil who was crying on the couch. I took him into my arms like my life depended on it and we stayed like that for a good while. “Hey… Emil. what’s wrong?” I asked “I thought you left me…” “Nooo! I’d never leave you, understand? I only left to go grab something for my valentine” “Then why are you back here? Shouldn’t you go and give it to them?” He mumbled into my shoulder, crying even harder now. “Who even is it?” I could barely hear him say it but I took his face in my hands and wiped the tears from his glossy blue eyes. “It’s you, ya dumbass. Who else would it be?” “A..are you serious?” “How could I not be in this situation Emil? I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you how I felt the last two years but I just couldn’t do it and well this year I wanted to make it a surprise but this happened instead.” “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be, I’m just glad that I can tell you how much I like you” “Ya know… You were also supposed to be my valentine, I even made you a cake but the face you had when you walked in and saw it was really scary Mickey. I mean I know you love it when I make them for you so why’d you react like that?” “Because I thought you were going to give it to someone else. My jealousy skyrocketed and I couldn’t handle it. I’m sorry Emil” “I kinda figured” He half choked/half laughed. “Don’t die now, I just got you where I wanted you” I pulled his forehead to mine and looked into his red and puffy eyes. I was really looking forward to be the one that engaged the kiss but he beat me to it. No sooner than I opened my mouth to ask how he was feeling, I could feel his lips on mine. They’re chapped and a bit sticky from him crying but I don’t care, all I care about is how his lips are on mine and that he’s pushing me onto my back.

~~~~~~~~~~~Happy Late Valentine’s Day~~~~~~~~~~

#yoi #fanfic #yuri on ice #emil nekola #michele crispino #mickey x emil #valentines #exchange #killme please