What! Chat Blanc X Reader

Chapter 15

AN I am wearing nails, and this chapter like the others have not been edited so please forgive punctuation and grammar mistakes thank you. I am also on holidays for 2 months so I hope to get more chapters out. Thank you for the support on this book. Once this is completed I will focus on my marichat book Criminal.

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The air was suffocating, it was complete silence the strings of awkwardness laid in the air. Neither one has talked to each other. Y/N resided at her desk as Blanc laid on the bed. Silver was quite annoyed at this silence.

"You know, one of you should talk to the other," she said her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"There's nothing to talk about." They both said. Silver groaned.

"You two are acting like two depressed teenagers! Blanc you either leave or talk to Y/N!"
Blanc stopped his actions and decided to hop up from the bed walking to Y/N. Ge grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.

"Wait where are you going!?" Y/N called out as Blanc walked to the balcony.

"Leaving smartass, we aren't talking so I'm leaving. Your kwami was right." He said distasteful jumping away from Y/Ns balcony. The girl looked at her kwami.

"Really?"
"Heh sorry."

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The day was growing ever so more boring by the second, school was completely and utterly boring. Marinette was away at a fashion show, Alya was still sick, most likely injured and on bed rest from last night.
Y/n was currently chatting with Nino and Nathaniel the two boyfriends of the famous superheroes of Paris. Ms Bustier was currently I'm the principles room collecting a new student.

"Hey Y/N are you okay? You keep zoning out," Nathaniel asked looking up from his drawing. It was a cute drawing of Marinette and him together. Y/n only nodded, not feeling in the mood to talk. She had asked to stay home from school today, only to be shut down by her parents.
No matter how many times I'd hurt him he would keep coming back, Y/n recalled the conversation she had with the famous Villain last night. It was on contrary to believe that she did feel a little annoyed he left. Even more so annoyed at herself for her outburst that took place prior to the fight last night. Millions of feelings swallowed up every fibre of her body. No way was I falling for him, she screamed in her head unknowingly blushing causing the two guys to look at her and smirk. Oh she definitely has a crush, the two thought to herself.

Y/n was brought back out of her daze when she felt eyes on her. Turning around she saw the new guy Blade stating at her. Sending him a smile he just scoffed and looked away outside the building. What died up his ass today, she thought to herself before diverting her attention back to the two guys.
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Walking into her living room Y/n flopped down on her couch. As always the house was as quiet as a mouse. Her mum and dad, they were gone again. A note sat on the coffee table with $25. Y/n didn't bother reading her note as she heard the door open to the living room from her room.

"You know I'm starting to believe your wearing those outfits to flirt with me."

Hearing that voice Y/n sat up as Silver laughed.

"Trust me I'm not."

Y/n huffed sitting down properly on the seat. Of course she wasn't intentially flirting with the mysterious white cat. All though the outfit did scream that she was.
Her outfit consisted of long flared blue jeans, a pair of white combat boots, her top was a light blue corset top over a white button up shirt. Her neck was bedazzled with three silver chains to hide the collar he demanded she wear 24/7. It wasn't that hard to see why he had thought that. Blanc laughed before kneeling down in front of her. His purple eyes immediately catching her attention. How badly he want to caress her hair, but he didn't know if she would let him. So his hands remained there on the carpeted ground of the living room.

"Somwthing seems to be the matter with you. What's wrong?" He asked her his eyes wandering over the visible signs of stress and sadness over her face. Before she could even open her mouth he interrupted. "And don't give me that nothing's wrong crap, I know something wrong." Y/n groaned folding her arms over her chest. Blanc waited for a response.
"You know I'm not leaving until you tell me," he smirked ever so slightly.

"You're the problem. This house is the problem."

Blanc cocked an eyebrow.

"How am I the problem?"

Y/n shifted in her seat pressing herself closer into the couch trying to put as much distance between the white leather cladded boy and her. She mumbled an answer. Blanc leaned his face in further.

"What was that princess, your mumbling," he spoke.

"Because you keep giving me these weird feelings!"