Chattin' You Up (Chat Noir X Reader)

Chapter 1

You sighed as your back cracked. You stood up and leaned back, relishing in the multiple pops that came from it. Cardboard boxes were piled up in the mostly empty bedroom – your bedroom, you reminded yourself – slightly damaged from the moving truck, but otherwise fine.

You quietly made your way around the boxes, pushing one off the bed so you could flop down on it. Throwing an arm over your eyes to block the sun, you took a second just to relax after all the heavy lifting you had just done.

You just moved from Brazil, São Paulo specifically. It was a long flight, almost 12 hours for a direct flight. You had almost run out of things to do. It was lucky you enjoyed sleeping so much.

A voice drifted up the stairs and down the hall to your room.

"Y/N? Are you still awake?"

You sighed as you sat up, rubbing your E/C eyes and calling out, "Yeah, I'm awake!"

"Good! I'm almost done with the kitchen if you wanna go out and get some food!"

The thought of food was heavenly. Your stomach rumbled at the mere mention of something to eat. You quickly got up off your bed - the mattress squeaking obnoxiously - and responded as you began to dig around your room for your phone.

"Food sounds great! I'll be down in a second!"

"Alright, sweetie!"

After a second or two of searching, you finally pull it out from underneath a box, rubbing at the dark screen with a corner of your shirt. With that, you headed out of your room and quickly went down the stairs. You swung around the post and slid into the kitchen, almost tripping over your own feet as your black socks slipped along the floor.

You heard your mother laugh. "Careful," she admonished lightheartedly.

You blew a raspberry at her. "I am careful."

She nodded, reaching up to slide another cup into the cupboard. "Right, whatever you say, hon."

You walked over to the counter, leaning against it as you watched your mother put away cutlery and plates, the ceramics clinking against each other gently as she stacked them.

"When do you go back to work?"

Your mother sighed. "I'll have to check. My hours are a bit all over the place right now, since the office is still figuring out what my schedule should be."

You nodded, fiddling with your phone.

"Speaking of schedules," She turned to look at you. "You need to get yours for your new school."

You quickly cut her off with a loud groan, dramatically leaning against the counter as your legs pretended to give out.

Your mother laughed. "Don't give me that! It'll be fun, Y/N!"

"Mom. I have literally no friends here. Even if just F/N was here, I would've been fine! But they're not. I'm literally in a foreign country with no friends. Everyone here speaks French! I only know French 'cause of Dad."

"Your father knows what's good for you, Y/N. That's why he sent us ahead while he works back home. That's why he wanted to teach you French and Mandarin. It's good for you, you know. It'll help you a lot later in life."

You barely managed not to roll your eyes, hearing the reproachful 'Y/N!' even before you did so.

"Yeah, yeah, Mom, I know. It's good I know languages, they're good soft skills, yadda yadda yadda."

Your mom smiled as she stacked bowls before opening the cabinet.

"I'm glad you see my point, honey. Now, when you go out, is it okay for you to get eggs, cheese and some spinach? Oh, and some bread, please. You can take the credit card from my phone."

As you leaned across the counter to take her credit card and the house keys, you took a small tote bag for the groceries.

"Anything else?" you asked, heading towards the front door.

"No, you're all good. Love you, Y/N! See you in a bit," She called. You threw a quick 'bye, love you' over your shoulder as you stepped out the door, pulling out your phone and using the GPS to locate the nearest grocery store.

"Oh, perfect! Just around the corner," you mumbled to yourself. Your dad always said it was a bad habit to speak to yourself, but you did it anyway. It wasn't like he could scold you all the way from Brazil, could he?

You pulled out your earbuds and plugged them into your phone, switching on Spotify as you rounded the corner. Yeah, it was only a small trip, but you loved listening to music. (Favourite song) began playing, and you bopped your head to the rhythm as you saw the big grocer's sign.

As you walked around the store, picking up groceries, you quietly hummed to the music. (Favourite artist) is so good at making music, you thought to yourself as you set a cardboard pack of eggs into your tote bag, your fingers brushing against the embroidered moon on it.

Walking back home went in a blur. When you came in the door, you quickly put the groceries in the fridge and headed upstairs, changing into some F/C pyjamas and flopping into your bed with a groan.

Jetlag sucks, you thought as you drifted off. 

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