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mydarlingvioletine · 5 years

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Just a Puppy Crush - Chapter Sixteen Ship(s): Violet/Clementine, Brody/Ruby, and Louis/Aasim Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season Four)

Violet has added beLOUga, Bordy, Country Girl 👅, We Live in Aasimulation, and Mars Bar to a group chat.

Violet has renamed the group chat ‘Clem and I kissed, holy shit!!’

Violet almost dropped her phone at the sound of Clementine coming back outside, the old screen door screeching against the metal frame.

She quickly turned it on silent mode, knowing the utter chaos that would go down once the message sent through, then gave a meek smile to Clem. “Hey, what’d Lee want?”

“He conveniently forgot how to work the remote again.” Clementine sneered, sending a glance over her shoulder. “And kinda sorta gave us the boot. It’s ten minutes ‘til curfew.”

“Oh,” Violet frowned, shoving her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Wait!” Clementine stammered abruptly, her fists balled tightly to her sides. “I-I mean, let me walk you home. If you want!”

Violet froze at the suggestion, and instinctively shoved her hands into her pockets. “Oh my, how chivalrous. Louis is gonna have to step up his game.”

“What game?” Clem giggled, hooking her arm through Violet’s. “So, would it be okay?”

The gentle carefulness in Clementine’s tone almost melted Violet’s brain circuits, and she grinned before resting her head on the shorter girl’s shoulder. “Abso-tutely!”

The walk was a lot shorter than Violet really thought it’d be. Sure, she was just outside of the suburbs but it felt so far.

“How festive.” Clementine piped up at the black cat statue on top of the trailer, peering down st them with tentative, watchful green eyes.

Violet nodded, turning a small pumpkin by the stairs to reveal a pointy-faced jack-o-lantern. “My mom and Lou.. they’re both really into Halloween and decorations and all that.”

“We gotta get our costumes together soon,” Clem stalled, leaning back and forth on the tip of her toes as Violet started rummaging for her keys. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

Violet grasped the jingling keys in her hand, and spun it around her fingertip. “I don’t think so."

Clementine let out a sigh of relief, and awkwardly scratched the back of her head. “Cool beans, cool beans.”

“Maybe Brody’ll let us borrow her bird? Y’know, that parrot on the shoulder thing?” Vi suggested, trying and failing to unlock the front door with sweaty hands.

Clem giggled, crossing her arms and shaking her head at the thought. “That’d be really cool, but I doubt it. Remember when she stayed home from school for a week when Revali got sick?”

Aha! There was a click inside the lock as Violet twisted the key to the right. “Yeah, I could barely get her to leave the house that month.”

She pulled the door open, and stopped in the doorway to look back down at the flustered Clementine. “I’d, um, invite you in but my dad’s gonna be home soon. He got really mad when Louis and I had a study sesh and I forgot to tell him.”

“Oh, yeah!” Clementine nodded, blinking quickly and shuffling her foot. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

With an eye roll, Violet hopped back down from the doorstep and quickly pressed a kiss to the shorter girl’s forehead. “See ya, dork.”

Violet let herself slump against the door behind her, and buried her face in her hands, leaving a blushing-like-crazy Clementine on the other side.

Holy shit.

Her eyes snapped down to her phone beside her, screen lit up with dozens of notifications.

4 missed calls from beLOUga.

56 missed messages from ‘Clem and I kissed, holy shit’.

The phone buzzed in her hands just as she picked it up, and she rolled her eyes at Louis’ persistence.

“What the FUCK, Violet?” Vi quickly turned her phone volume down, a little too late, as Louis started screeching incoherently. “If you’re shitting with me, I swea-“

“I’m not shitting with you,” Violet sternly rose her voice, glaring in annoyance at the frantic Louis on her screen. “We, uh, were hanging out and dancing and stuff and she just kissed me.”

A sharp scream pierced Violet’s ears, and she lowered the volume even more. “Dude.”

Louis clasped his hands over his mouth just as he realized something. “Shit, I owe Aasim fifty bucks.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Violet questioned, scratching the back of her head. “You guys placing bets on us?”

“Oh no, absolutely not!” Louis laughed nervously. “That’d be, uh, immoral. Bad. Not in my good Christian friend group.”

Violet giggled as Louis tripped over his words, and a snort escaped her. “You’re such a dork.”

“Maybe so, maybe so.” Louis gave a toothy and charming smile, happily resting his chin on his palms. “You look happy, Vi.”

She felt heat rush to her face for maybe the thousandth time that day, and shrugged her shoulders in an attempt to hide her blush. “I am, Lou. I haven’t felt like this in.... ever.”

“You deserve it.” Louis piped up, giving her a quick wink. “Someone that’ll actually treat you how you should be treated. A girl who loves you.”

Violet felt her ears go up in flames at the last statement, and tugged her knees to her chest instinctively. “Shut up, you fucking sap.”

Louis happily sighed, lazily holding his head up. He opened his mouth to say something when a car door slammed outside of Violet’s trailer, and they both froze at the noise.

“Ugh, Scott.” Violet hissed under her breath, earning a sympathetic look from Louis. “I gotta go.”

He quickly regained his happy composure, stretching his arms out in a yawn. “That’s alright, I’ll make sure to get every detail out of you tomorrow. Have a good night, Vi. Love you!”

Louis propped his phone up against his pillow and created a heart with his hands, smiling goofily.

“Iloveyoutoo.” Violet quickly murmured, cutting off a triumphant “AHA!” by ending the call. She scrambled to her feet, and lay down on the mattress, burrowing underneath her treasured knitted blanket, given to her by Brody.

The front door begrudgingly opened after a couple pushes, and heavy, stumbling footsteps dragged across the trailer floor.

Violet held her breath as the floor creaked at the end of her mattress, eyes softly shut as her drunk father loomed over her. After what felt like forever, he turned around and left, shutting her door behind him.

With a sigh of relief, she let her gaze drop back down to her phone, full of new notifications since she’d last talked to Louis.

One missed text from mlem.

70 missed messages from ‘Let’s go lesbians, let’s go.’

Putting her priorities in order, she opened her newest message from Clementine. She swore for a second she saw a text bubble pop up, but it quickly disappeared.

mlem: legend has it that a pirate’s favorite letter is R, some say it’s the C, but as a living, breathing pirate, I can verify it’s u!

A giggle involuntarily escaped Violet’s lips, and she racked her brain for an equally witty remark. She almost considered asking Louis for help on one, but quickly realized he’d never let her live it down.

violet: you’re such a cornball

She let a happy sigh escape her, clutching the phone to her chest tightly. She then flipped back to the chaotic group chat to see what damage had been done.

We live in Aasimulation has renamed the chat ‘I want my fucking money Louis.’

beLOUga: tell you what, what if we go out to a nice restaurant and spend it that way?

We live in Aasimulation: But I was gonna buy smash ultimate

beLOUga: fair. i’ll give you it first period

We live in Aasimulation: on second thought, dinner sounds nice. don’t expect me to put out on the first date, though

Bordy: a a s i m this is a PG Minecraft server and as captain I can and will use my power to keep it that way

We live in Aasimulation: Brody you literally just sent us a picture of Ruby after her lifting sesh with a bunch of tongue emojis

Bordy has removed We Live in Aasimulation from the group chat.

Bordy: whos next

Bordy: vi!! i see you lurking! give us the deets

violet: uh no

beLOUga: okay I’ll ask Clem then

Violet’s drowsy eyes darted open, and she frantically typed to stop him. Thank god for auto correct.

violet: WAIT NO

violet: we were dancing together on her porch and talking and I guess I let it spill that I had feelings for her and she kissed me

violet: there you go voila no need to bother her

Bordy: ooh la la~

beLOUga: im not bothering her she’s the one who’s blowing up my phone with dumb shit like ‘okay but does she LIKE LIKE me’

Country girl: d’awww and I thought violet was a mess

Violet frowned, and switched back to her one-on-one conversation with Clementine. She could’ve sworn again that a text bubble appeared in the corner, but it disappeared before she could verify.

violet: aarrrrrr you free tomorrow after school? we can work on our costumes and hang out :)

Clem’s response took two seconds tops.

mlem: yea totally, sounds good!! aj really wants to show you his costume too!

violet: cool, i can’t wait.

Violet took a couple seconds to alter Clem’s name on her phone, and grinned down at the result.

violet: im too tired to think of any more pirate puns, so im gonna hit the sack. night, Clem

clem☀️: goodnight vi!

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this-is-a-chat-astrophe · 7 years

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Oblivious ch 5

1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6

AO3

Marinette spends two hours laying in bed after the akuma attack staring at her phone screen. Of course Chat would use cat emojis.

“Just text him!”

“I can’t!” Marinette drops her phone next to her on the bed and smothers her face with a pillow. She stays like that till she hears a swoosh noise from her phone. She shoots up, grabbing the phone and reading the message with wide eyes. Hi, it’s Marinette. Tikki almost feels bad from the amount of betrayal on Mari’s face.

The reply comes almost immediately.

Marinette smothers her face again. “I can’t read it,” she says, voice muffled.

“I can!” Tikki clicks open the message and reads from the black text. “Hey! How are you? Did you get home safe?”

Tom and Sabine flinch downstairs at the sound of their daughter’s muffled screaming. “Not again,” they groan.

After a few minutes of screaming Marinette is finally able to settle down and text back. Things become easy after that and they text comfortably until Marinette falls asleep.

Adrien stares at his phone, the bright screen making his eyes burn in the dark. His last message, “you look beautiful with your hair down,” in response to the pajama selfie she sent, stands out glaringly. He sent it half an hour ago and still no reply. It’s most likely she fell asleep but he’s afraid that he overstepped his bounds.

When Marinette checks her phone in the morning, her cheeks explode with a blush the same vivid red as Tikki and she’s on cloud nine all morning.

Alya questions her the moment she walks into the classroom, surprisingly on-time.

“You did it, didn’t you? You asked for his number.”

Marinette blushes but nods, answering truthfully. “We texted all night.”

Alya congratulates her friend but flinches when Adrien walks in with Nino. She really wants Adrien and Marinette to be together -they’d be so perfect!- but if Marinette likes someone else there is only so much Alya can do, especially now that Marinette has the person’s phone number. The matter is out of her hands.

“Good morning.” “Mornin’ dudes.”

They all exchange greetings and settle into their seats.

Adrien turns to face Mari, having noticed the particular brightness in her face. He smiles. “You look happy. Did something good happen?”

Marinette’s smile freezes as she feels her heartbeat speed up. She beats on her chest with a fist, trying to calm it down.

“Are you okay?”

Marinette sputters some sad excuse of a reassurement as she tries to calm her raging heart.

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Adrien is worried. All he did was speak a few words to her in the morning and now Marinette is avoiding him like the plague.

It wasn’t obvious at first, when Marinette basically ignored his existence during the first break between classes he didn’t think much of it because she seemed to be on one of her rants with Alya. He wasn’t too concerned when she continued that act throughout the morning. Worry sets in when she agrees to get lunch with Alya and Nino then comes up with a flimsy excuse to get out of it when Adrien says he has a rare free lunch and can join.

He sighs as he watches her run away.

“Dude, what did you do?” Nino asks, staring wide-eyed at his best friend. “She’s acting like you ruined her favorite oven mitts and nearly set the bakery on fire.”

Alya and Adrien stare at him for a moment before simultaneously asking “What?”

Nino’s face flushes and he pulls his hat further down to hide the blush. “Last year my mom convinced her mom to convince her to teach me how to bake. I’m not allowed past the counter anymore.”

The snort Alya releases is loud enough to stop all activity in the classroom. The ripples of laughter make Adrien smile.

“Anyway,” Nino cuts in, desperately hoping he can distract the love of his life from his extreme culinary blunder. “What did you do, Adrien?”

“I don’t know.” Adrien doesn’t know why Marinette is avoiding him. He doesn’t remember doing anything that could have offended her. She seemed fine the other day during the photoshoot and at the roller arcade.

“I have an idea.”

The boys turn to Alya, waiting for her to continue. When she sets her hand on Adrien’s shoulder he knows it’s bad.

“Marinette has a crush.”

Adrien’s throat constricts. What is air? He hopes it’s something he doesn’t need because he isn’t getting any of it.

“She won’t tell me who the guy is, but I know she got his number last night.”

Adrien makes an excuse as flimsy as Marinette’s to leave. Nobody stops him, and for that he’s grateful.

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Black cats really are unlucky, Marinette thinks not for the first time while she eats lunch. Her crush on that stupid cat makes her life infinitely more complicated. If her crush was on a (comparatively) normal boy like Adrien she would be able to talk freely to Alya and her family about him. Instead she is fabricating lie after lie about who she’s talking to and how she met him and a million other things. Most of the lies are to said to herself, that she’s good enough to date him and he’s not tremendously out of her league, but she also produces dozens of false-truths for the people she loves. It’s fraying the edges of her heart like an old crumpled ball of homework soaked by rain.

She thinks about when she and Adrien became friends, the black umbrella in her room waiting expectantly for the next storm. She contemplates returning it so that she doesn’t have to look at it and remember the moment long ago when he gave it to her and their fingers brushed. Before the arcade she’d never thought about it but now everything screams Adrien.

Marinette would smother her face and scream if she could but she’s in the bakery kitchen and doubts her parents would appreciate her screaming into her bowl of soup. Scratch that, she knows from experience that they would very much not appreciate it.

Stupid gorgeous blonde boys. She blames them for her problems.

Tom kicks her out of the bakery to go back to school and cleans the mess of torn-up napkins she unconsciously left in her wake.

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