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miraculousrainbow · 3 years

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Sleeping In The Bathroom Is Better Than Home

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Chat noir cannot stand being at home anymore and by chance stumbles upon Marinette wich turns into an unexpected sleepover

Hurt/comfort

Marichat (can be viewd as romantic or platonic)

Oneshot

Trigger warnings : mention of verbal abuse, mentions of neglect, discussions of bad mental health, bad mental health, insomnia, anxiety, trapping a child mention (ask to tag)

"Im done and sick of it"

He couldnt think straight, he just knew that he needed to get out as fast as he can

Plag popped out in a look of concern but before he could say anything Adrien already climbed out the window and yelled "Plagg claws out" and jumped out

His movement wasent his usual cat like swiftness

It was heavy and frantic

He was stumbling around in the dark and crashing into a wall or a random pole every once in a while but ignoring it as nothing happened and just, keeps going

He was going around blindly

With the only purpose of just, getting away

After a while of hanging about at the dark he calmed down a bit, but he was still fearful

His dad yelling still ringing in his ears and with each sound feeling like another hit

"Ignore it he insisted"

"You are here, you are safe, you are not at home anymore."

"You are safe." he whispered to himself loudly with a bit of a panic in his voice and a desperation to make these words feel true

But it was getting late he knew that soon he will need to go back home but he couldnt bring himself

He would rather sleep outside

"The only problem is that he would be an easy target for hawkmoth or criminals depending on the form"

"Or he could just stay a-"

His thought had been cut mid sentence while he was walking he realised he sees a familiar light and in the light had been basking a familiar figure

"Marinette!" He exclaimed with relief in his voice

"It was nice seeing a friend out here and a light source when everything else seems so dark and bleak and eerily quiet..."

"Chat Noir?" Marinette blinked trying to figure out where the dark ends and where the cat starts

"Its nice to see you" he said with a sheepishly smile

"Is there an akuma" Marinette eyes darted from place to place while her expression seemed so focused she wouldnt miss a fly

"Not tonight princess" he replied feeling a bit guilty he made her worry

A sigh of relief escaped the teen's mouth and her expression softened

And when she looked up to his surprise she looked like she is actually happy to see him

"So what brings you here ~Chat Noir~." she said his superhero name like you would call someone a royalty title jokingly

"Wich... was fair, but! he just hoped she knew every time he called her princess it was full of fondness"

"Oh um, just going for a walk, getting some fresh air"

"At two at night"

"I can ask you the same princess" he stumbled on his words he didnt expect that

"He havent being keeping an eye on the hour"

"He hoped he wasent missing for too long"

"But with his father absence he sometimes thinks he could of being kidnaped by hawkmoth for days and he wouldnt even notice"

"and sometimes he could of just barged into the room out of the blue"

"For ones he hoped for the first one"

Marinette unexpectedly decided to be the first one to break the silence

"Thoughts, just too many thoughts" she replied honestly and wiped her eyes in tiredness and maybe tears

Even though her answer seemed quite generic he recognised the real weight these words hold

"You?" She asked softly in sleepiness

"I just couldnt handle staying there anymore"

He blurted out choking on a bit of tears

"Her honestly just made him feel like he couldnt keep it inside anymore and that he could just share it safely and it will be okay"

"Like he didnt have to keep it down anymore and he really couldnt not like this not when he finally feels safe and the adrenaline from earlier is starting to die out and the tiredness is kicking in"

"Not next to Marinette"

"When she just comes with honestly openness and without anything to hide behind"

"She could of waited a little longer he would have come up with a joke to sweep her off her feet or at least made her laugh thats a win too"

"And just have a normal conversation"

"But she chose openness and he couldnt help, but choose it too"

He was a bit shaking he didnt notice till Marinette put a hand on him "hey, do you wanna go talk inside?"

The cat was frozen in surprise at the sudden touch

but as soon as it went is as soon as it goes

"And I know your identity needs to remain a secret for yours and the safety of your loved ones"

"So tell me just as you can and want of course" she made a serious face in the end but he couldnt ignore how cute it was

He noded thankful and followed her in

"Not surprisingly her room was much warmer than the cold outside"

They set down and Marinette asked while fiddling with her fingers "So, what happened?"

"My dad just yelled at me"

"Again" he rolled his eyes with a snort of someone who learned to turn their anger into despair and nihilistic jokes

"Its or he leaves me alone and neglects me or he yells at me and traps me"

"And in the past it used to be or he neglects me and traps me or he yells at me and traps me"

"But good luck trapping Chat Noir ha ha" he said with exhaustion and finger guns

"Unless you are hawkmoth if he would of being I bet he would have trapped me then too" another bitter laugh escaped his mouth

"What about you?"

"So you know those nights when you try to go to bed and you just lay there but you cant stop thinking and your thought are running and running and you just start shaking and you cant stop and no matter what you cant sleep and you wish so badly you can but you just cant so you stand up cause you cant take it anymore"

She blurted out as well just more in a mini frantic tangent

Instead of a frantic blurt out

"So maybe" she says with a twirl of her hand like she tries to drag the word longer and just not let the sentence end

"Im having one of these nights"

She covered her face with her hand and looked away like she is even ashamed of having a problem

"Wich is super unfair everyone has problems" he scoffed in his head

"And also one thing was made sure by this conversation she was crying earlier"

"Actually yeah" he replied looking up from his knees and surprising them both

"I do get these nights from time to time"

"Now it was his turn to look away"

"Now he is the one feeling shame in having problems"

"Honestly, he thinks it made both of them feel better knowing they are not the only ones even though he and of course Marinette! would never wish this upon each other it was still nice being in the same boat"

"Its exhausting" she exclaimed and looked like she was trying to rest her had on air and getting grumpy each time it doesnt work

Chat tapped to time on his knees to signal that she can use him as a pillow

Marinette without taking a second thought took the invite and settled down

At the moment of contact Chat Noir felt like lightening were running up his spine he just hoped he didnt move

He wasent used to other ppl contact much

And he always withdrew away quite quickly

"Its not that he didnt like others touch"

"Its just that it would always overwhelm him so much"

"And it made him feel like he needed a break but every time he was ready to come back"

"There was nobody left"

"And lets not talk about how it was before school when there was nobody to begin with"

"She looked so comfortable like it was all natural being so close to someone and just putting your head down"

"He wishes he could feel like that too"

"He hopes one day he will"

After a moment of rest and a sigh of relief Marinette asked "So, whats the plan?"

"Kinda how he would of asked his lady on battle he wondered if thats how he looks like"

"Uh, I kinda planned on staying awake outside until I will collapse of exhaustion..."

"Well, thats a horrible plan."

"In retrospect, he agreed but its not like he had any other options" he thought to himself

"The only room with a decent lock is the bathroom but I cant let you sleep in the bathroom!"

"I considered sleeping outside so this sounds much better"

"Chat!" She protested

"Its not like I have any better options" he sighed into his hand

"Okie but Im putting a clock to 5 in the morning so you will be back before anyone notices"

"But then what about you? dont you need any sleep?"

"I dont think I will fall asleep befor 5 am to be honest" she made an awkward laugh in an attempt to make it seem not as bad

"And, having company for a change even if will be a sleeping one soon is nice."

She looked up to him still resting on his lap with a soft smile that looks like it means Im really thankful you are here but you need to go to sleep now

"Marinette I-" he couldnt help but let a sigh of relief escape his mouth "I cant thank you enough"

"Hey what there are partne- pretty good friends for!"

"She started stammering. Now he was sure she was too tired for communication and needed some rest"

"So lets get ready for the sleep part in our kind of spontaneous sleepover!" she said like it was all part of just a regular late night party

He chuckled and replied with a simple sappy "yeah" and he got ready to bed

And in a long time he actually had a good sleep even though it was in the bathroom

The end <3

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mooosicaldreamz · 7 years

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i was going to ask for faberry but then i promised myself i wouldnt be That Person™ but like..,,,,.,. no one asked for faberry.... I Must. i'll take anything you're willing to write and also im sorry

i don’t know what a faberry is but this is set in the summer between s1 and s2 and i didn’t do a ton of research about the state of affairs at the beginning of s2 because i’m not a LOSER and I DIDN’T LISTEN TO I FEEL PRETTY/UNPRETTY AND CRY. nO ONE SEND ME ANY MORE FABERRY PROMPTS BECAUSE I HAVE ENOUGH. thAnk YOU. FOR ur TIME. for the feels, enjoy this tag. also, this is for my 1k follower extravaganza. what are all you ppl doing here anyway?

“Rachel, sit down,” Kurt yelps, yanking Rachel back into her seat. The whole club’s at the shady carnival that sets up in the Kohl’s parking lot every summer in Lima, where all the rides are run by suspiciously tattooed, bearded men. Finn and Puck are starting a fight in line, having been cut off from boarding the ride with the rest of them. Santana laughs loudly at the affronted look on Rachel’s face.

They’re all shoved into this strange bear-shaped contraption that spins and spins until someone (usually Quinn) gets sick. Mercedes next to Kurt, Kurt next to Rachel, and Quinn in the enviable position of being between Santana and Rachel, in the very back of the bear. The furthest from the exit.

Before the ride even starts moving, Brittany is torquing the center table to get the bear to spin on its axis, and Quinn closes her eyes as Rachel and Kurt whisper fight over how Finn is behaving today. He’s being petulant; what else is new? Rachel and Finn are trying to pretend that they aren’t dating, maybe out of respect for Quinn, but it’s obvious and Quinn wishes it were something more than annoying, that she could - feel anger, or betrayal. But there’s not much more than the numb feeling that’s followed her around since -

The ride starts, Brittany starts spinning even faster, Santana joining in. She places her hands on the table in front of her, watching as the room spins faster and faster until she has to close her eyes. To push back against the nausea, she presses down on the metal of the table, and the burn on her palms from the friction is almost enough. She still throws up the minute she stumbles out of the damn thing, and only Rachel stops for half a second to look - well, something.

The Himalayas ride is next. The ex-con operating the ride is refusing to let Finn on the ride, because he’s “too tall” and Finn is too afraid to start a fight with him because the man is massive and has a face tattoo. Santana and Brittany settle into their car, Kurt and Mercedes into another, and Puck and Quinn and Rachel stare around at each other before Puck spots a single female rider and grins at her until he’s in her car.

So that’s how she ends up on the outside seat of the car with Rachel clinging to the other side.

“How are you feeling?” Rachel asks, while they wait for the rest of the riders to file into their seats and for Finn to stop distracting the operator with his whining. There had not really been a height maximum on the ride, and Quinn’s certain that she’s even ridden this ride with Finn before - so she feels a certain thankfulness to him. Well - some thankfulness, because when she takes a glance at Rachel, she looks pitying and sad.

“I’m fine,” Quinn says. She is fine. She is fine.

“Right,” Rachel says, shifting in her seat and looking around the ride and further onto the carnival and further onto the Kohl’s parking lot, overrun with people and children and young parents pushing their babies in strollers. “I meant…I’m asking about…”

“Yeah, I don’t exactly want to talk about that with you,” Quinn says. Rachel blinks, nods. The ride starts moving then and Quinn can’t help but laugh as she watches Rachel cling harder to her side of the car’s handrail to prevent herself from sliding up against Quinn. Rachel looks flabbergasted by the noise, her eyes going wide.

“Just let go,” Quinn says. “You’ll break your arm if you try to fight it.”

So Rachel does let go, and Quinn opts to ignore the rush of warmth that floods through her when Rachel’s body settles against hers and stays firmly pressed there as they go up and down and all around.

The fun house is not much fun. Santana refuses to go on it because she “needs some food” aka she hates clowns and the funhouse is clown-themed, and of course Brittany goes with her, and Kurt begs off to go buy some cotton candy with Finn, who the operator claims will smack his head on a doorway. Puck rushes Mercedes straight into the spinning walkway, ready to catch her if she falls, and Kurt lingers at the entryway, talking to the operator - who Quinn really thinks he should not be attempting to flirt with.

So it’s just Rachel and her, in the mirror maze. It’s quiet in there, populated only by the sounds of distant children shrieking, the mechanical groans of the building around them. Rachel’s staring is louder than all of that, though, and Quinn directs a glare at her, hanging out by her shoulder for “navigation purposes.”

“What is it?” Quinn asks, finally, after she bumps into a third straight wall and decides to just stop and let whatever Rachel needs to say come out. It’s exhausting, all of a sudden, to have to stand, so she rests against the mirrored wall and tries to give a good glare. Rachel looks softly back, however.

“I just - well, I’m worried about you,” Rachel says. Not unkindly, but it grates at Quinn - she feels hot all over all of a sudden, like she wants to cry and yell and -

“Don’t,” Quinn snaps. Rachel doesn’t even seem fazed.

“It’s been a month since - ”

“What part of don’t doesn’t make sense to you, Berry?” Quinn asks.

“ - and I know that Santana and Brittany have been doing Cheerios and Puck has been - Puck - ”

“And you’ve been gallivanting off with Finn,” Quinn says, happy to take ahold of something that will derail this ridiculous conversation, will get her out of this stupid maze and stupid town, will get Rachel out of her face and Quinn can just be numb and she doesn’t have to think about anything.

“I’m not going to start a reductive argument over a boy with you, Quinn, when I’m concerned about you and about how you’re handling giving Beth up for adoption,” Rachel says, and Quinn freezes. Something cold and numbing sweeps into her hands and she has to clench them. She turns around, finds herself looking straight into the mirror she had bumped into. Rachel is right behind her, looking - so sympathetic and kind. Not even her mother looks as her like that. And it makes Quinn so mad.

“I care about you, Quinn,” Rachel says. “I just want you to - be okay.”

And she reaches out to touch Quinn’s hand, still clenched, still empty-feeling and like the nerves have gone fuzzy. When Rachel’s soft, smaller hand connects with hers, fire bursts into fill the spaces between the bones and muscle and it feels like she might explode suddenly. Her blood is rushing around in her head, there’s something warm building up in her chest, and she can’t breathe, can’t handle this -

She looks in the mirror again, where Rachel is staring at her plaintively. When she looks at herself - well, she just sees blonde hair and hazel eyes and that’s all. There’s no expression, no special thing, nothing worth remembering and easy to forget and leave aside. But Rachel, somehow, is looking at her like there’s something.

When she turns back to look at Rachel, a strange feeling shocks through her. A bolt, an urge, to tip forward and to slide her hands into Rachel’s hair and to -

“I have to go,” Quinn says, tugging her hand free and feeling for the wall behind her to find the edge so she can get out of this maze, and go home and stare at the ceiling and not think about - think about this.

“Quinn,” Rachel says, following after her, but Quinn makes it out of the maze quickly then, dashes past Puck and Mercedes, out of the Tunnel of Love and into the sunset.

When she manages to get home, manages to stop feeling like she’s shaking, she lies on her bed and closes her eyes and lets herself think, just the littlest bit, about that strange feeling that had shot through her. She had never felt it before - or rather, had never thought to identify it for what it was. She wants to kiss Rachel Berry. She likes Rachel Berry. And it’s all a mess, because Quinn? Quinn’s nothing, a former pregnant high schooler, not even a mother, barely a daughter, has nothing to her name - will be stuck here in Lima for the rest of her life. Not unless she somehow manages to battle back, but - that all seems so far out of reach right now, cloistered in her bedroom.

For the first time in a month, she lets herself cry.

#faberry what #cassie writes fic #1K FOLLOWER EXTRAVAGANZA #all of you can get fucked #i cried when i wrote this and i think i probably have something like it already #also no research was done so dont talk to me if i did something wrong #its a set up fic for my headcanon of quinn's state of mind in s2 #so all of u need to get REAL WITH GOD #and accept that quinn realized she liked rachle berry in between s1 and s2

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