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pandawritespoorly · 4 years
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And: Chapter 2 - Without
Author’s Note: Thank you all so much for your patience again! I meant to have this up on Tuesday, but between school finally starting back up, and getting back into the habit of regular updates, it just didn't happen. I promise I wasn't disappearing again!
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Marinette sits up when she hears a notification from that app. She and Chat had found a messaging app that they could both use without revealing their identities, and had been using it to communicate without having to transform.
It was already hard enough to sneak away for attacks, they didn’t need to make it more complicated.
It’s just a quiet study hour in the library, and she’s alone, so she pulls out her phone.
 Cat Boy: hey bug
Cat Boy: weird question
Cat Boy: do you
Cat Boy: do u think that i weigh 2 much
 Little Lady: no!
Little Lady: not at all kitty
Little Lady: underneath all that armor and magic leather im pretty sure your waist is the same size as mine
Little Lady: if anything you dont weigh enough
Little Lady: im bringing snacks on patrol
Little Lady: this is non negotiable
Little Lady: text me ur favorites
Little Lady: but later. what brought this on
 Cat Boy: just civilian stuff
Cat Boy: i know i’m not overweight
Cat Boy: but seeing the numbers andstuff all the time it can kind of stick in ur head you know
Cat Boy: and then u start thinking about it
Cat Boy: and it sticks around longer
 Little Lady: and then it’s taken root
 Cat Boy: yeah
 Little Lady: then we have some weeding to do >:(
 Cat Boy: :)
Cat Boy: thanks bug
 Little Lady: not a problem
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Little Lady: do i do enough
Little Lady: like
Little Lady: all of this
Little Lady: is it good enough
Little Lady: paris and the kwamis and the akumas and hakwmoth
Little Lady: shouln’t I have fixed all of this bu now
Little Lady: it’s what im here for
Little Lady: but theres sill so much wrong and i feel like im not enough right to cancel it all out
Little Lady: and i just
Little Lady: i feel so bad
Little Lady: but half the time i dont even kno what i fel bad about u kno
Little Lady: i jsut fell bad
Little Lady: abuto evryting
Little Lady: o goodenss it 3 am
Little Lady: sory
Little Lady: ignreo tihs
 Cat Boy: bug
Cat Boy: breathe
Cat Boy: five things you see
 Little Lady: pilwo phonoe tiki cieling um
Little Lady: blankt
 Cat Boy: four things you feel
 Little Lady: bed
Little Lady: pilow hair sheets
 Cat Boy: three things you hear
 Little Lady: cars wind and keyboadr clicks
 Cat Boy: two things you smell
 Little Lady: the candle i had burning and bread
 Cat Boy: bread?
 Little Lady: bakery nearby
 Cat Boy: oh okay
Cat Boy: one thing you taste
 Little Lady: cookies
 Cat Boy: there we go
 Little Lady: thank you
 Cat Boy: no problem
Cat Boy: do u want to talk
 Little Lady: later. maybe on patrol?
Little Lady: i’m tired. haven’t slept all weekend
 Cat Boy: …
Cat Boy: bug it’s MONDAY
Cat Boy: wait no
Cat Boy: TUESDAY
Cat Boy: go to bed
 Little Lady: goodnight kitty
 Cat Boy: gn littlebug
 Today 9:32 AM
 Little Lady: hey! im not that much shorter than you!
Little Lady: >:(((
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“Are you sure, Lila?” Adrien asks, a frown creasing his face. “That doesn’t sound like something Marinette would do.”
“Well I-”
“My dude’s right,” Nino agrees, “That doesn’t sound like Nette at all.”
Adrien watches Marinette brighten quietly as the rest of the class comes to her defense. They all believe Lila still, yes, he’s not going to let the liar turn them on their Everyday Ladybug. Not on his watch.
After class, the dark haired girl approaches him. She gives him a soft hug, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’.
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“Adrien,” Marinette calls.
The blond stops, turning. “Hey, Marinette. Did you need something?”
She shakes her head, giving a small smile, holding out a paper bag. “You were gone all morning for that photoshoot. I thought you might be hungry.”
Adrien freezes, staring at her in shock.
After a moment, she cringes, looking away. “B-but um, if you aren’t-”
He shakes his head, realizing his mistake. “No! No! Thank you so much! I just- You surprised me.” He gives her a grateful smile, trying to keep himself from crying. “I- that- I wasn’t expecting this. You’re wonderful, Marinette, really.”
She blushes violently as he takes the bag, digging into the pastries with a smile.
“I don’t usually remember lunch after shoots, so…”
She stares at him in horror. “That’s it,” she declares, “I’m bringing you lunch now. Everyday. No matter what.”
“How much? I’ll pay-”
“No, Adrien, we’re friends. You don’t need to pay me. Maman is always saying how she thinks you need to eat more anyways, so my parents would probably just give you free food if you so much as glanced in the window. I’m just making their dreams come true.”
He laughs, and she takes a moment to appreciate such a carefree look on the busy model’s face.
He’s happy.
That’s good.
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Cat Boy: u okay bug
Cat Boy: u seemed upset today
 Little Lady: im fine
Little Lady: just
Little Lady: tired
Little Lady: i should probably go now class will start soon
 Cat Boy: okay
Cat Boy: if you say so
 Adrien tries not to let his worry for his partner show as he slips his phone into his pocket and makes his way to Bustier’s class.
The battle was easy - Ladybug didn’t even need her Lucky Charm - but Cataclysm had been a requirement for this particular fight, so he hadn’t had time afterwards to check in with his friend.
He’s never good at focusing when he’s worried.
Nino slings an arm around him as they meet up on their way to class.
“Hey dude, um, I hope you don’t mind sitting with Nette today. She’s pretty wiped out - Al’s said she said somethin’ about a big commission? I dunno’, but we figure the less high up she is, the better, so I’m takin’ her seat today so she can go ground level.”
“Oh that’s fine! Is she okay?”
Nino gestures at the girl as they enter. She’s slumped forward, making her already small form even smaller, and while her sketchbook is out, the page is blank, and her pencil isn’t anywhere to be seen. There’s a to-go cup of coffee in the corner of the desk, and her head rests on her hand, her eyes staring blankly forward, unresponsive.
Adrien winces. “Goodness.”
“Yeah…” Nino shakes his head, then heads towards the girl’s usual seat. “You take care of her, alright?”
Adrien nods, sliding into his usual seat. “Hey, Mari,” he greets softly.
She straightens, blinking a few times before turning to face him with a weak smile. “Hey.”
“You feeling alright?”
She doesn’t get a chance to respond before Ms. Bustier walks in and class starts.
The lesson feels slow. Between Marinette and Ladybug, Adrien has the urge to hug someone and tell them that they’re okay, and that they’re good.
Both girls, at this point. The look in Marinette’s eyes is the same as Ladybug’s when she’s overworking herself to avoid thinking about something. The nights when he sees her patrolling even though she isn’t scheduled and he has to transform to go talk her into resting. The fights where she throws herself at akumas less thoughtfully, more brash. The post-battle interviews where her answers are slightly delayed, her eyes endlessly tired.
So when class is finally over, Adrien puts a gentle hand on her shoulder to keep her from going. Once everyone has filed out, he gives a small, worried smile.
“Are you feeling okay, Marinette?”
“I’m fine.”
“Marinette.”
She hesitates, her eyes straying from his to stare at nothing in particular. “I’m fine, Adrien, really. I’m just… just tired.”
“The coffee probably isn’t helping,” he teases.
“The coffee is my lifeblood.” She smirks, then sighs. “But I’m more than just sleep-tired.”
“Oh.”
She stands, gathering her things. “But thank you. For asking. And for caring.”
“Not a problem.” He hands her her sketchbook. “You deserve it.”
She looks at the sketchbook, then at his smile, and gives a genuine one of her own. “Yeah. Yeah I do.”
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Author’s Note: Next (and final) chapter will be up sometime next week! I'll try to post weekly one-shots until I have A Shy 'Sparrow' fully written, and then I'll put that on a regular schedule.
Thank you all so much! Have a lovely day and stay safe! 💞
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bnha-hq · 5 years
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Headcanons or a fic of Oiiwa stargazing please?
I absolutely love this, I love this so so much. Perfect stargazing ship imho. Enjoy!
“Come onIwa-chan, hurryyyyy” Oikawa was in his alien onsie, two large fluffy blanketswrapped around his favourite snacks, hardly held up by the future setter’s tinyarms.
“I’m coming,I’m coming” I stumbled after him, I was in my Godzilla onsie, an armful ofsnacks and pillows in my own arms. My grandpa lived on a farm, it was theperfect place for stargazing, or as Oikawa called it, alien hunting.
Oikawastumbled as he lied the blankets down, it was a warm night and the sky wasclear, the stars clear as day.
I droppedthe pillows, letting him place them the way he liked before dropping the snacksand sitting down. Almost immediately Oikawa’s eyes lit up.
“LookIwa-chan! A UFO!” He pointed at a small light flying high in the air…it was anairplane but I humoured him.
“Did you seeit! Did you see it!”
“Yeah, Itotally did.”
“Here we are” Ipulled up in my grandpa’s backyard, the same place we’d go stargazing all thoseyears ago, it felt like a lifetime ago.
“Yesss, I wannasee the surprise!” Oikawa jumped out before I had even shut the engine off,running around to the back of the car. I had bought an old ute from a secondhand car dealership, it was old but it was in good condition, perfect fornights like tonight.
“Alright,alright” I pulled the tarp covering the tray off, inside it was filled to thebrim with cushions, blankets, snacks and other soft, warm things. I looked overat Oikawa, his face looked like it was about to split in two he was smiling sowide.
“Oh you havereally outdone yourself Iwa-chan.”
I dropped thetray and jumped up, offering him a hand, pulling up with ease. I pulled thetray shut and turned to join Oikawa in the puddle of blankts. Soon enough wewere all snuggled up, the sky gradually changing as the sun sunk behind thehorizon, the moon son rising to take its place, the colours gradually fading towelcome the sparkle of the night sky.
“This is sonice, just like when we were kids” Oikawa sighed, his voice unusually placid. Ichuckled
“Yeah, and yousaw that UFO, you were so dumb” I teased.
“I was a kid!So mean Iwa-chan!” I just laughed as he hit my arm, watching as he huffed andpouted briefly. I grinned and opened my arm, inviting him to cuddle.
“Oh so now youwant cuddles?” I again laughed and pulled him closer.
“Oh quit beinga baby” he huffed again but I felt him shift and get comfortable, his head onmy arm and facing the sky. Neither of us spoke again for a bit.
I thought backto when we were kids, when everything was simple and easy. Oikawa and I hadbeen out of university for a short while now, I had landed my dream job. I wasa sports doctor, and Oikawa was training to become a coach, and whileeverything was alright in this moment it hadn’t been smooth sailing to thispoint.
Oikawa hadjoined the national team, he was in it for a little over 9 months and absolutelyloved it and he was good at it, he was where he was meant to be. They were playingsome team when it happened, he’d landed wrong, how it happened neither of usknew, but he did his knee permanently. I was still in university at the timeand it was stressful, I had a lot on my plate between schoolwork, Oikawa’smedical expenses and the rest of our day to day living. We fought a lot, itfelt like we’d fight more often than not sometimes and there were times he’d goto his parents place and I wouldn’t see him for days. It was like this for a while,then I finished university and landed my dream job as a sport doctor.
I looked downat him, we still fought from time to time, he wasn’t over his knee yet and Idoubt he ever would be, but he’d turned back to his other long time childhoodobsession. Astronomy. He went back to uni to pick up a course and he loved it,it was so good to see him happy again, to see him passionate, it truly was abeautiful emotion on him.
“So Tooru,think you can tell me the different star fomations?” He snorted oh so elegantlyand giggled a bit.
“You meanconstellations Iwa-chan?”
“Yeah, thosethings” I watched him roll his eyes a bit and point.
“Well that onethere is Ursa Major” I listened as he pointed them all out, my eyes hadadjusted enough to see his face clearly and as usual I was blown away by hisbeauty. He was so focused on the sky, his voice just above an excited whisper.His eyes seemed to catch more and more stars the more they danced across thesky, constellations of his own forming as he spoke. I wondered to myself whathis would say, what they would represent. What form would his love take? Hispride, his happiness, his pain, his everything? I wasn’t sure but I’d gladlyspend an eternity figuring out until I knew it by heart, able to recite itwhenever, wherever. I smiled softly at him when those eyes, deeper than anygalaxy, turned their gaze on me.
“Iwa-chan haveyou even listened to me?”
I kissed him.
Nothing in theworld would be more beautiful or more interesting than the mess of a humanbeing in my arms right now. Sure he had an ego, and was a drama queen with abit of a jealousy problem but he had so many good traits that I loved. He hadan ego because he was genuinely good at every single thing he put his mind to, hisjealousy stemmed from his feeling of not being good enough, I watched it grow. Iwatched the doubt grow and manifest and change over time, the pressure he putupon never helped. He was also Oikawa Tooru, Captain of Seijoh. Oikawa Tooru,setter for the national team. But to me he was just plain old Tooru, the sameguy who mistook a plane for a UFO as a kid and still squeals far too loud whenhe sees a spider.
And that wasmore than enough for me.
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droppingdonkeys · 2 years
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“Oh this is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swapping stories, and in the morning, I’m making waffles!” ~acutelyarachnophobic
@acutelyarachnophobic
Now that Lance and Flynn had been at her place, Lance had been a gentleman enough (or just not embarassed) to invite her to his place, their campsite in the foothills, just away from the village.
Flynn had stayed at a bar, ensuring them he was fine - maybe he was sick of being a third wheel. Which meant, they were alone. Out in the fields. She didn't mind at all. Thankfully, earlier, Luisa had the genius idea to prop up some pillows below her blankts, thus making it look like she was already asleep at the Casita. Please please please, she'd be toast if it was found out. Abuela would never have approved, and she's not so sure her parents would've, either.
"On a campfire? Now that's somethin'. What else do you make out here?" She beams to him, cheeks rosy in the warm glow of the fire.
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