Anything But Toxic (Atticus x Reader)

Pancakes for Stars

  You were struggling. After staying up late with Atticus, you were struggling to convince yourself to get out of bed. You grumble and roll over as your rotom phone notifies you of a few messages you've gotten while asleep. You grab it, and look through your messages.

[1:58am] pretty boy ❤️✨> hey, i hath forgotten to return thine jacket. may i come over to thine dorm room in the morning to return it to thee?

  ...Why was he texting me at one in the morning...? You wonder to yourself as you start to text him back. Why was he even still awake? 

[11:43] Y/n't> good mornign goofball

[11:43] Y/n't> morning*

[11:44] Y/n't> why were you texting me at one in the morning?

  You waited for a minute, setting your phone beside you, before it buzzed again. The rotom buzzed towards you sleepily. It seemed even rotom hadn't gotten much sleep. You read the message off of the screen.

[11:46] pretty boy ❤️✨> apologies, i did not get to sleep until an unruly hour.

[11:46] pretty boy ❤️✨> i am making pancakes, if thou would like to come over to my dorm, i have accidentally made too much batter. there will be enough to share.

[11:47] Y/n't> sure, why not. i love pancakes

[11:47] Y/n't> see you in a bit

  You watched as the read receipt popped up, showing he'd seen your message. You rolled out of bed, stretched, and grabbed one of your uniforms out of your drawer. You went into your bathroom and started getting ready for the day.

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 As you approached Atticus's door and knocked, you could smell the pancakes cooking, making your mouth water slightly and your stomach grumble indignantly. They smelled divine. You waited a second, fidgeting slightly. After a heartbeat, the door opened to Atticus, who instead of his normal ninja attire, was wearing a white t-shirt, a pair of black shorts, and a magenta apron. The apron had little stitchings of various first-stage poison-type pokemon, ranging from skrelp to varoom to alolan muk. He looked rather tired, but somehow a bit energetic when he saw you.

  "Ah! Y/n! Welcome, welcome. I hath finished making the pancakes as thee arrived. Sorry for making thee wait," he added sheepishly.

  "No problem! Those pancakes smell amazing," you tell him, and he glows adorably at the praise.

  "Thank you! 'Tis a recipe I learned from mine grandmother," he says, beckoning you into his dorm. You follow him inside, and your mouth starts watering again as you smell bacon and sausage. As you walk in, you look around to see the pancakes stacked on the counter. Atticus scolds his skuntank, who was attempting to sneak one while Atticus was preoccupied. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot your hoodie laying on his unmade bed. You quickly forgot about it as Atticus handed you a plate stacked with pancakes, topped with all sorts of toppings. They looked delicious.

  "For thee," he said as you took the pancakes. He handed you a fork, and the two of you stood at the counter, eating and chatting as your pokemon happily chowed down around you. As you were chatting, Atticus's rotom phone buzzed and flew out of his pocket. His phone lit up with a message from what seemed to be Giacomo. He looked momentarily annoyed, then answered it and turned back to you.

  "What'cha talkin' about?" You ask, not wanting to be nosy, but unable to help your curiousity.

  "The Star Training Camps. We were discussing the vending machines and how we now must keep them stocked at all times." He sighed, then perked up. "That reminds me! Yesterday, thou said thee would join Navi squad! Does't thou still have those intentions?" You nod, remembering the conversation from the night before. You frowned as you remembered Penny's and Mela's antics. He seemed to notice this, and looked worried.