The library was starting to look really old. Lavi had spent days on end deciphering old texts for Bookman, and he’d gotten little sleep. A few catnaps here and there, but those were all he managed. He wanted this project done with, and he was so close. He would complete the translation of this last book if it killed him!
The redhead rubbed his eye, attempting to fight off the fatigue. He set the old book on the table, leaning over it and trying once again to translate the words on the page in front of him. At first he thought the language was Latin, but it only looked like that at first glance. It wasn’t in any language that Lavi had experience with, but it was similar enough to Latin that he could at least read the words written on the page, even if only half of them made sense.
However, he was stuck on the latest sentence in the text. No matter what way he tried to sound out the words in his head, it wasn’t working. He tried to say the words out loud, but kept getting tongue tied and never finished the sentence. “Arg, this is getting me nowhere,” he complained to the empty room. He scrubbed his hands over his face and groaned loudly.
“Hey, we’re in a fight!” Dean called after you as you passed through the room.
“What?! What did I do?” you asked, completely perplexed.
“You’ve been spending waaaaay too much time with those old books and not enough with me,” he said, flashing you a wide grin.
You shook your head and laughed, wandering back over to him. “You mean doing research, doing my job?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean,” Dean said. “I feel like I hardly even know you anymore. It’s been so long since you cared enough to hang out with me.” He leaned back on the table and crossed his arms. There was a familiar mischievous look in his green eyes.
“Oh really? Alright. Well… you’re working on Baby today?” Dean nodded. “How about I spend all day helping you with that? Maybe I’ll even let you actually teach me something about cars.”
“Mhm. Promise,” you said.
Dean’s mouth twitched up at the corners. “Yeah, but I mean,” he shrugged and raised his eyebrows at you, “what’s in it for me?” He grinned at you again.
“You’re terrible, you know that?” You laughed and shook your head at him. “I’ll be back in five. Just let me change, you goon.”
Dean couldn’t help laughing and smiling as he watched you go. It was going to be a good day.
Busboy calum wiping off the tables when you walk in and he looks over and tries to like smolder you and he leans against the table he was cleaning, but completely missing the table and falling straight down, popping immediately back up but with a strawberry-shaded face
Imagine what it would be like eating out with Changkyun...
~ leaning over the table with his arms crossed on top of it
~ staring at you
~ and grinning
~ following your every move with his eyes
~ he is the type to get something small
~ and play with it a little before putting it in his mouth
~ “Y/n, look over there!”
~ then he would take your food and quickly put it in his mouth before you turned around
~ chewing the ‘stolen’ food and winking at you
~ he would grin or completely smile because of your reaction haha
~ watching other people pass by
~ giving you money to go up and get a drink
~ head tilted slightly to the side
~ taking a stroll in the park after: walking really close
~ if not close, then somewhat distant
~ he would offer out his hand first to you to hold hands
~ his hands either brushing yours/holding yours/ or in his pockets with your arm wrapped around his
~ taking looonnnggg strides
~ some talking
Y/N: I had fun today, Changkyun!
I.M: Yeah? Glad you did. Me too.
Y/N: *smile and grip his arm harder and pressing your cheek on it*
I.M: *looks down for a while and smiles*
Marinette slammed her phone onto the table, startling
“Mari, everything ok?”
Her lips thinned until they almost disappeared, her brain
had completely flat-lined. After a few seconds of stone-faced silence, she
face-planted onto the desk, a high-pitched whine escaping her lips. Nathanael
leaned over to peer at her screen. He chuckled.
“Huh. Looks like I get to say told-you-so to Alix,” he
smiled to himself, returning to his work as Marinette sat bolt-upright. She
hadn’t heard a word he’d said. A million questions flooded her mind, swirling
like a vortex until she felt lightheaded. Her hands gripped the table, skin
digging deep into the worn pine edges.
Why was Adrien sending her a direct message? He’d done it
before, and it always threw her into panic-mode, but all he’d ever asked were
questions about homework or school. He also had a habit of sending memes to
people in a mass text. It was as endearing as it was annoying. She’d lost count
of the amount of times she’d had a heart attack over what turned out to be
nothing but a silly joke.
It’s probably another meme,
it’s probably one of his mass texts, it’s nothing major…it’s definitely not
because Adrien is secretly Chat Noir and he’s figured out I’m Ladybug. That
would be totally insane. That’s never going to happen. Adrien isn’t Chat Noir.
Marinette repeated the mantra over and over in her head,
aware that she was losing her mind, but unable to help the shiver that went
straight through her. Trembling fingers reached for her phone. However, she
left Adrien’s text unopened, deciding to consult the one person who she knew
would help set her head right.
No response. Marinette typed out another text. This time
more forcibly, as if the added pressure of her fingers would increase the speed
at which Alya replied.
After thirty seconds, Alya still hadn’t text her back, and
Marinette was ready to hurl her phone into the sun.
either wake up or stop sexting your boyfriend for ONE SECOND! THIS IS AN
At last, Alya responded.
Alya: I am doing
neither of those things. I am a good and upstanding student
Alya: ;) ;) ;) what’s up?
ADRIEN IS TEXTING ME! HE SENT ME A DM! I haven’t opened it yet I’m too scared
to. What do I do?!??!?
Alya: ;) eyyy
Alya: Ok ok calm
down. We’ve been through this before xx
Alya: Just open the damn text. It’s Adrien. It’s not like he’s sent you a dick
pic or anything. It’s probably just another meme.
Marinette let out a low whistling noise from the back of her
throat, which sounded rather like a puppy being denied his favourite chew toy.
Honestly, she was having trouble deciding who was more likely to kill her
first. Would it be Adrien, Chat, Alya, or Hawkmoth?
She made a note to give Nino extra cookies from the bakery.
He never put her through this. Nino was like her cuddly, supportive brother.
But she couldn’t text him about this. Adrien was his best friend. It was bad
enough Nino knew about her crush to begin with. She didn’t want to put him in
the middle of things, or risk Adrien finding out how much she was freaking out
Deciding to ignore the dick pic comment (and the mental
images it entailed- the very bad but also very good, but also VERY BAD mental
images), she instead focused on summoning her courage enough to open the text.
Fixing the phone with a stare so intense it could have
melted the protective case, Marinette inhaled through her nose. So much for
being a good, focused student (she made a vow to make the time up later, boys
be damned she was NOT going to screw up her final grade).
Well, here goes
She opened the text from Adrien, her breath baited, arms
pinned to her sides.
He’d sent her a photo of cute little otter. That was all.
Just an otter. A very sweet otter, but an otter nonetheless. Its tiny paws
covered its eyes and its head was dipped low, as if it were shy about
something. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief tempered with disappointment,
and typed out a text to Alya.
Marinette: You were
right. It was just a meme. I take it you got it too?
Alya: Nope. Guess it
was a meme made specially for you ;) awwwww he likes you! See? I knew it! About
time too cause I have SO many double date ideas planned you have no idea.
Marinette blushed, her heart racing as she went back to the
image. In her haste to open the message, she’d missed the text at the bottom of
the photo. A meme just for her? It was disgusting how happy that made her. Not
for the first time did she consider seeking professional help. She was clearly
out of her mind.
The text underneath the cute otter read: ‘Sorry
I’m so otterly silly!’
Marinette puffed out her cheeks with the effort of trying
not to laugh. At least now she knew why he’d sent her a direct message. To
apologise again for the iced coffee on her shirt (which wasn’t going to stain
thanks to her father who, after years of working in a bakery, was a master of
removing various stains from clothes). It really wasn’t fair. He was too cute,
making goofy puns, being gentlemanly and silly. She’d long ago decided to stop
putting Adrien on a pedestal, during the first time she’d tried to forget her
crush on him, and moments like this helped.
After all, she’d told him she liked dorks. She hadn’t been
Humming to herself, pink tongue poking out in concentration,
Marinette responded to Adrien’s text.
It had been at least five minutes since Adrien had sent that
text to her and she hadn’t responded yet.
Idiot, idiot, idiot! He
cursed himself, you should have been
sincere and offered up a proper apology instead of a joke- she probably doesn’t
think you’re seriously sorry about ruining her shirt. Good one Agreste. Really top
notch thinking there.
He tried concentrating on the tricky maths sum his teacher
had given him, as an extension for finishing his other work, but it was
impossible. The numbers and symbols switched places as he blinked heavily,
focusing and unfocusing. He ran an irritated hand through his hair in
Truth be told he’d just wanted any excuse to talk to her.
It could be her.
Marinette and Ladybug both went to his school. Both wanted
to work in fashion. Both liked pink. Both were beautiful, smart, funny. Both
had dark hair and blue eyes. There were a few other girls it could be, but his mind kept going back
to her, and promptly melting into a puddle of goo when he recalled all of the
kisses he’d shared with Ladybug.
…The idea that he could have been kissing Marinette.
Adrien felt heat rise in his cheeks and pressed his palms
into them, squishing his face. He was thankful he’d had the foresight to hide
in the back corner row of the class. At least there nobody could see the utter
fool he was making of himself. No, only Marinette currently held that luxury.
Just as he was about to snap, and send a text apologising
for his apology, his phone buzzed.
It was Marinette. She’d replied.
Adrien opened the text, bracing himself for the angry, the
incredulous, the disappointed response. Really he deserved it.
Instead, she’d sent a photo of what looked like an adorable
dolphin, but with a squishy face. A different type of dolphin-like animal
maybe? It looked like it was smiling. Adrien frowned. This wasn’t what he’d
been expecting at all. What did she mean by it?
His phone buzzed once more, another text from Marinette.
Marinette: That’s ok!
I know you didn’t do it on porpoise ^_^
Adrien read the text. And re-read it. And read it again.
He slumped back in his seat, his face redder than ever. The
phrase ‘soulmate’ popped into his mind.
Woah, calm down
Agreste. You don’t know for certain that she’s Ladybug yet.
Adrien thought for a moment. He didn’t want to seem stupid.
These texts mattered. Putting a road block on any fantasies of Marinette being
Ladybug aside, he considered his next words carefully.
Adrien: Really? Well
I’m turtley in debt to you anyway! I’ll buy you another iced coffee on the way
to Nino’s, and Alya too!
The reply was almost instant.
Thank you! You don’t have to though. But owl be very grateful if you do!
SOULMATE ALERT. CODE RED THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
Adrien: Wow Mari, I
didn’t know you were such a punster. I’m pheasantly surprised!
He hoped he sounded casual in his responses, considering all
he wanted to do was roll around on the floor and scream. Much like one of the
fangirls who’d tried to mug him that summer he spent in Italy. Adrien’s cheeks
were beginning to ache from how hard he was smiling, but he couldn’t rid
himself of it if he tried.
He wasn’t accounting for Marinette’s response.
there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.