Gossip Girls! Avengers High School AU

Gossip Girls! Avengers High School AU

I finally watched Gossip Girls and my most recent hyperfixation were Tony Stark Cetric High School AUs. I was thinking and thought, "Why not combine the two of them together?" What do you guys think?

I feel like it'll be super fun to write and I'm leaning towards stuckony being the main ship. I have so many ideas and I can't wait to start writing.

Hopefully people will enjoy. Also, if you're interested, let me know. And if you have anything you think I should include in the AU, leave a comment. I wanna read it.

for some reason, I have the strange urge to write an omega! Jason Todd fanfic

XY’s Muse

Adrien knew that his plan would work.

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Chapter 16

The night could not last any longer.

Every minute, his skin would find a way to brush again hers and they felt like fire, ready to burn her alive. his hands couldn’t leave her body.

Ladybug wanted him to stop.

But she’s had this conversation with him enough times to know that he wouldn’t listen.

Even when she thought that he was on her side, he never did. Every argument she makes would always fall deaf to his ears. No matter how loud she says it.

It was only recently that she realized how toxic their partnership was.

While akuma battles were hard to handle without Chat Noir, they were a blessing in disguise. If he kept up his cruise, Ladybug would’ve kept falling for it. And she wasn’t confident enough to say that she wouldn’t have gotten together with him.

Chat could be very persuasive when he wanted himself to be.

Because as ugly as his personality might be, his looks were the complete opposite. And the cat knew it.

A hand rested around Ladybug’s waist as Chat Noir pulled her closer towards him. Her skin was smoking and it took everything in her to stop herself from shivering in disgust. She couldn’t stop her stomach from sinking.

He leaned forward and she could hear the thumping of her own heart as he whispered, “I knew that you would make the right decision m’lady.” He gave her a thorough once over before smirking, “You always did.” Before she could blink, two of his fingers were on her neck. “I can feel how fast your heart is beating for me. I knew that you always loved me. You were just too stubborn to admit it.”

Before things could escalate, she gently pushed him off, awkwardly smiling. “Yep,” she managed to steadily say. “You know me too well.”

He licked his lips, “Of course I do.” he said, lowering his voice. “We are soulmates after all.”

Ladybug’s gaze lowered.

This was a topic that Chat always brought up. The two of them represented creation and destruction. They were good and bad personified. Yin and yang. They meant to be together.

But Ladybug didn't believe it.

She couldn’t.

There was no way her soulmate could be someone disgusting. Someone who invaded her personal space and had no value for her feelings. Chat wanted to control her.

Ladybug had to believe that it wasn’t true.

Cause even she knew that she deserved better.

After a long minute, Chat Noir leaned back. He pursed his lips before giving her a smile that was probably meant to look sexy. Instead, it did nothing but make her blood freeze cold.

“You know, m’lady” Chat started, his voice sounded way too innocent for her liking. You’ve obviously changed your mind about our relationship and made the correct decision. So don’t you think that we should reveal our identities to each other now?” He lifted her chin and purred when their eyes met. “We wouldn’t want to start our relationship off on the wrong foot now, don’t we?”

Ladybug shook her head, “No,” she said. And even though her words were quiet, she could hear them echoing throughout Paris. “We don’t want that to happen.”

She tried her hardest to keep her voice from sounding defeated but from the way Chat smirked at her, his eyes glinting with glee, she knew that she failed.

Of course, Chat knew that she wasn’t in love with him. She had no choice but to arrive. Not if she wanted to get rid of his ring. She shouldn’t be surprised that he was twisting everything around, painting himself as the knight in shining armor.

“But,” her voice faltered. “Do you think we can wait until we finish eating? I just- I don’t-”

He interrupted her with a brush on her cheek. “Are you nervous, bugaboo?” he teased. “Don’t worry, even if your face doesn’t live up to my standards, your body does.” She felt one of his hands travel down her back and for the millionth time, she wished that her uniform wasn’t so skin tight. “And when we decide to fuck, I’m sure that we can hide your face somehow.”

Her cheeks flushed and he laughed.

“I won’t- I- We’re still so young.” She tried to defend herself, not knowing why. It’s not like he would ever get the chance to do those types of things to her. “I don’t want to do that type of thing just yet.”

He ignored her protests, his hand stopping at her buttocks. “Would I be your first, m’lady?” he asked, his eyes maliciously staring down at hers, “Were you saving yourself just for me? How sweet.” When she doesn’t answer he continued. “You have until sunset to reveal your identity to me.”

He says it like he’s doing her a favor. She hates it.

If her distaste shows on her face, he ignores it. “That should give you enough time to gather up the courage to show your face.” he tilts his head as he gives her another once-over that makes her feel absolutely filthy. “Though, I'm sure you aren’t that bad looking. You are my soulmate, after all.”

She nods. “Thank you,” she says, relief plain in her tone as she carefully grabs two macaroons from the display. “Are you still hungry?” she asked, tilting her head in the way she knew he liked.

He took the offered dessert, “What type of boyfriend would I be if I didn't eat all the food my girlfriend gave me.”

She carefully ate her macaroon, discreetly watching as Chat ate his.

This moment reminded her of how things were before. After patrol, Ladybug would bring them something to eat and the two of them would sit at the Eiffel tower together, enjoying each other’s company as conversation flowed through the air.

She remembered feeling relief. Relief that she had someone to share the burden of saving Paris with. Happy that she wasn’t alone. That she had someone that understood her.

Now-

It was the complete opposite.

Now all Ladybug feels is dread as the two of them ate through the assortment of food. She couldn't bring herself to talk, only nodding as Chat listed off everything that he had planned for them.

His hand reached for his beverage and something in her loosened. It was almost over.

Chat opened his mouth but before a word could escape, his body fell on the metallic floor. She waited for a few minutes, her heart gradually beating once again.

What if it was a trick? What if he caught onto her plan and was playing with her head?

She waited for a few minutes before sighing with relief, even though the tightness never fully went away.

Chat Noir was unconscious in front of her and all she had to do was to pull the ring off of his finger.

It was right there, a few steps away. It would be so easy.

So why did she feel like something was about to go wrong?

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Note:

After another month or so, I'm back with another chapter. Balancing out school and volleyball was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Only one month has passed and I am already swamped with work.

What did you guys think of the chapter? Hopefully, you weren’t too disappointed.

I’m gonna spend this weekend trying to try and get my life together so hopefully, that means that next week will be easier for me.

Especially since I still need to finish my permit course. (If you couldn’t tell, I’m kinda hating sophomore year of high school right now)

Like always, please leave a comment. I love reading them and they just motivate me so much! And they would help an extra ton these days.

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And once again, if you have any fanfic requests, questions, or just suggestions for a specific fanfic i’m writing, just leave it in a comment down below or you can message me here on tumblr. 

XY’s Muse

Adrien knew that his plan would work.

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Chapter 15

If Adrien knew that it would be this easy to get Ladybug to go on a date with him, he would’ve threatened her a lot sooner.

At first, he thought that she was one of those girls who preferred someone who was charming. Someone who she believed would drop anything to help her. So he became that person. Chat Noir played his golden boy persona to the max.

But Ladybug…

She was playing hard to get. And he didn’t mind it. He loved a good chase.

Don’t get him wrong, it was fun to play with the girls that he has wrapped around his fingers. It made his heart pound with glee to know that if he wanted them to jump off the top of the Eiffel Tower, they would do it.

His mom was one of the world’s most talented actresses and his dad built his fashion empire with nothing but papers, pencils, and his own brutality.

They carved out a path of success for Adrien, and he would be an idiot to not take advantage of it.

Ever since he was a kid, he learned how to use his looks to his advantage. Every smile, laugh, and look he made was calculated to create the persona he wore to this day.

At the age of fifteen, Adrien Agreste was one of the world’s most well-known models. His face was power. A furrow of his eyebrow could cause businesses to go bankrupt. With a snap of his fingers, he could ruin anyone’s future.

A single smile from him could cause so many girls to faint.

Chloe, Lila, Marinette, and so many more were trapped in the web of lies he designed. They were nothing but entertainment for when he was bored.

It was so fun watching people like Marinette trip over themselves

But with all her flaws came a few good things.

She was hot, for one. After he had Ladybug under his control, he might go after her next. She was a bit shy but those Instagram pictures she posted a few days ago made him appreciate more of her physical assets.

Marinette was also a wonderful designer. His dad was impressed with her designs. With enough time, he could convince her to sign a contract with Gabriel.

Her designs would be world-famous… it just wouldn’t be under her name.

Adrien was chosen for the cat miraculous for a reason.

He was destruction to the core.

His smile grew sharp in the dark as he led Ladybug to their spot.

She looked exquisite tonight.

Her skin-tight suit hugged her body in all the right places. With enough patience and time under his control, Adrien’s hands would be able to roam against her skin whenever he wants.

He wanted to laugh, this game was so simple. He’s done it so many times.

When they were both seated in the blanket he laid out, he made sure that his body language was open and friendly. He needed Ladybug to believe that she was safe. With him.

“What did you have in that basket of yours, m’lady?” he purred, purposely making his voice deeper.

Adrien watched with satisfaction as Ladybug’s face flushed. Red really was her color.

When they became the power couple of Paris, he would make sure to fill her closet with that color. He couldn’t have a girlfriend who embarrassed him, after all.

He had an image to play.

But right now, Adrien was sure that Ladybug wouldn’t mind if he kept their relationship a secret. She wasn’t the only good-looking girl out there.

Someone like him couldn’t stay with only one girl.

With his looks and his talents, Ladybug should be lucky that he even paid attention to her.

He might’ve liked a good chase but sometimes the chase goes on longer than he wants.

And he hated it when he didn’t get what he wanted.

Ladybug wants one thing. She wants to save Paris.

Akumas are one thing, but without Chat Noir, Ladybug would never be able to win against Hawk Moth.

It was the perfect thing to exploit.

“O-oh, uhm. I just got us a bunch of sweets.” Her voice was soft and when she gave him a sheepish smile, he had to hold himself back from pinning her down and forcing their mouth together. “I thought that we could talk. Just like what we used to do.”

Adrien could work with that.

He brushed his hand against her thigh, “That sounds like a splendid idea.”

Ladybug’s eyes brightened, and if he was anyone else, he would’ve done anything to keep them like that.

But he wasn’t just anyone else. He was the Adrien Agreste.

And he wanted to diminish that light. To break his lady down so bad that she would be forced to rely on no one but him. He would make her believe that no one else could make her happier than he could. Make her believe that she couldn’t live without him.

He took the cookie from Ladybug, taking a small bite as Ladybug’s melodic voice filled the air.  

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Note: 

So we finally have a chapter with Adrien’s perspective. He’s a bit conceited, don’t you think. What can I say, like father like son.

But I hope you guys are proud of me once more. That’s three chapters in a single row. I guess you can say that I found a bit of inspiration thanks to your suggestions. So if you have any more, please comment them. They help me out a lot.

And like always, please comment your thoughts, feedback, and of course, suggestions. If you see any mistakes, please tell me. I don't have a beta reader so that'll make my life a lot easier.

(And if you want to be one, please send me a message on here)

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Unexpected (part 2)

Two days have passed since Clint was saved by Jason. And for some reason, he still can't get the vigilante out of his mind.

Natasha teased him about it but he knows that if she sees Jason in action, she would be intrigued as well.

The way he fought was mesmerizing. Every bullet that was shot was so precisely aimed that the wounds weren't deadly.

Sure it knocked them out, but they weren't gonna die.

That form of marksmanship was only earned through years of hard work. And Clint's worked with Bucky enough times to know that Jason somehow predicted the next move of the attackers, aiming at the non-lethal body parts.

He has a feeling that Bucky and Jason would make an incredible duo.

Which is why he needs them to meet.

Clint doesn't usually do this but the more he thought about the bucket-wearing vigilante, the higher his list of questions got.

He took out his phone, leaning against the couch as he searched for the man that saved him.

vigilante wearing red bucket

He scrolled through google trying to find a decent article on the guy.

After thirty whole minutes of barely finding information, Clint wanted to throw his phone across the room. So far, all he's figured out was that Jason's territory was in Gotham and that his vigilante name is 'Red Hood'.

Which was... creative in a way?

At least it wasn't 'Red Bucket' or 'Bucket Head' or anything like that. It was definitely better than 'Green Arrow'.

After another failed search, he decided to finally give up. There was nothing about Red Hood. All the articles were mainly about Batman, Nightwing, a restaurant place, and a Robin!

He groaned and put his face in his hands. He doesn't care about those overrated heroes, he wants to find out more about Red Hood.

The guy was so cool... he wonders why there were barely any pieces written about him. The few sentences that he's read about the vigilante almost always depicted him in a bad light.

Which was honestly unfair.

He stared at his phone, contemplating on whether or not he should ask Natasha.

On the positive side, he knows that the assassin would have information on Red Hood. Natasha has information on everyone.

But...

Clint didn't want Natasha to tease him even more! If she keeps up with the sarcastic comments then the other Avengers would be curious. And curious Avengers meant nosy people.

He felt himself shiver, really nosy people.

He swears that if he had a sister— older or younger, they would act exactly like how Natasha was acting right now.

He could practically imagine the smirk she was wearing on her face when she picked up.

"Hey, Clint." she casually greeted, "How are you?"

He refrained from gritting his teeth, "I'm doing good." he paused, eyes closing as he took a breath in, this hurt to admit. "I need your help."

"I know."

"What do you know about the Red Hood?"

"The Red Hood?" she hummed under her breath, "Let's see."

Clint heard her moving things around, then he could distinctly hear the noise of paper being flipped. "Do you just have documents of random vigilantes lying around your room?" he couldn't help but ask. "Is this an assassin thing?"

Does Bucky do this too?

"I'm getting you the information you need." she reminded, "How I keep track of the data I have is none of your business."

"Okay, okay." he surrendered, a smile making its way onto his face. "But why don't you just keep it on a computer? Wouldn't that make things easier for you?"

She ignored his question, "Red Hood is an excellent marksman," she stated. "He made his debut as a crime lord by showing a bunch of people a duffel bag filled with the heads of notorious criminals."

Clint let out a whistle, "That is an intense introduction. He's even better than I thought he would be."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "He's easily one of the most dangerous and capable vigilantes in Gotham. In a matter of months, he's managed to bring crime down Crime Alley by at least fifty percent. Something that Batman himself, couldn't do. His methods were vicious, but they worked. Extremely well. He's killed a lot of child molesters, human traffickers, and rapists."

Even though Natasha couldn't see him, he tilted his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. Clint could care less about what methods Jason used. If they worked, they worked. And it's not like those criminals didn't deserve it. It's just-

Killing takes a lot out of you. Especially when you're young. Clint would know.

He had no doubt in his head that Jason was an incredible fighter. Not to mention that he was also huge— in both height and muscle.

He can see why he has a majority of Gotham fooled.

But, for about a minute, after they won against the ninjas, Jason removed his helmet in order to get a breath of fresh air.

A mask might've been covering his eyes, but Clint's been in the vigilante business for years now. He remembers clear as day, just how young the vigilante looked under the sun.

When Clint first started, he was thankful that he had Natasha to talk to whenever things got hard. Whenever he felt guilty for taking someone's life. No matter how much they deserved it.

Hell, he's still thankful for Natasha now. Without her, Clint would probably be dead. His body found bleeding out in an abandoned area, a neat row of scars on his thighs and arms.

He hopes that Jason has a friend like Natasha. Someone who'd be there for him no matter what. Someone who'd remind him that he was worth it. That he was loved.

Cause if not, then there is no way that the kid is okay.

Natasha's sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, "That was a few years ago. As far as I know, he doesn't kill anymore. The farthest that Hood would go now would be to permanently cripple someone. And even then, he would only do that when the person did something unforgivable."

After a few seconds of silence, Clint opened his mouth. "Is that it?" he couldn't help but question.

"Nope," Natasha admitted. "But it's all I'm willing to tell you."

"Fine then," he smirked. "Keep your assassiny secrets. I got more than I expected anyways."

"What did you get yourself into, Clint? Why all the sudden interest in him? Why all the sudden interest in a vigilante in Gotham?"

He knows that Natasha was just looking out for him. She was worried. "Do you remember a few days ago when I was saved by this Jason guy?" he asked.

"Yeah? You've been talking about him nonstop. He saved your ass and you gave him your number." she paused before adding, "Your private one."

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, he's the Red Hood."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I searched him up and he had the same costume and everything."

"And he actually said that his name was Jason?"

"Yep." he tried to casually say, "It's probably cause Jason's a popular name and stuff."

"Maybe." Natasha hesitantly agreed, "But anyway, since you gave him your number, I think you should know that I've always wanted to meet him so if he texts you soon..."

Her voice trailed off and Clint couldn't hold in his sigh, "Yeah, yeah. I'll arrange a meet-up or whatever."

Her voice automatically brightened, "Actually?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Sure. But I wanted to introduce him to Bucky first."

Natasha made a shocked sound of betrayal, "Wha- but Clint!" she whined, "I'm the one who's asking. Not him."

"I know."

It took everything in him to stop the laugh from escaping his mouth.

Complaints about how unfair Clint was being made their way onto his ears and he relished each and every one of them. It wasn't often that he had something Natasha wanted.

Revenge was sweet.

After a few minutes, he let out an incredibly fake gasp. "Sorry, Natasha. I gotta go. I have a kitchen emergency."

"What the fuck, Clint." she demanded, "You don't even know how to cook. Remember the omelet incident? What emerg-"

He hung up.

Clint's definitely going to regret ending the call later. He knows it.

But right now, he could care less.

He has something Natasha wants, so she won't murder him.

... hopefully.

He hopes that he runs into the vigilante soon. Jason was cool and pretty fun to talk to. Clint definitely won't mind fighting at Red Hood's side once more.

They worked really well together.

While they were fighting, he knew that Jason was gonna have his back. He knew that Jason wasn't gonna let him get hurt. It was weird, considering that was the first encounter he's ever had with him.

He doesn't know when Jason is gonna decide to use his number, but he hopes that it'll be soon.

He has questions. And whenever Jason was ready, Clint hopes that he can answer.

Starting with the one that's been clouding his head; why did the Red Hood stop killing?

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notes:

okay, I didn’t expect to write a chapter this soon. but reading all the comments you guys left on the previous chapter motivated me. to be honest, I didn’t expect this fanfic to get as many hits as it did.

I don’t know when I’m planning on posting this chapter but right now, my goal is to write as much as I can.

I also don’t know exactly how busy my sophomore year of high school will be, but I feel like it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if I make the school volleyball team.

I finished writing this chapter on August 8th, and I have tryouts on the 9th through the 11th from 4-6 pm. (wish me luck!)

like always, please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! Whenever I get author’s block, I just re-read them and they help so, so much. If you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. If you liked this fanfic, please hit that kudos button though.

and if you just wanna chat or if you want to request any ideas or prompts, just message me here.

ooh, and if there’s anything specific you want to read in this series, please tell me. It never hurts to have any extra ideas. plus, I really want to make this fic more enjoyable for everyone.

what would you guys like to see in my Jason Todd x Avengers crossover??