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In Which LadyBug is Conned into Online Dating
"Ha ha, no. Good try ha ha but no." Marinette pronounced each syllable of the fake laugh with a venomous bite to strike her point home. She glared, half playfully annoyed, half genuinely annoyed at her friend, whose glasses slid down her dark nose as she pouted her lip.
"Come ON girl, you've got to live a little. At least look at your options before you turn the whole thing down. Do that for me, please, won't you?" Alya's pout deepened into a smoldering puddle of puppy dog eyes and pity. Marinette sighed and leaned back into the swivel chair's creaky lack of back support, rubbing the bridge of her nose in defeat.
"Ok, look, Alya, you know darn well that...I'm...well I've got the whole thing-"
"With Adrien sure, yeah the model you can barely STUTTER a sentence to." Alya squinted her eyes and shot the black haired girl a v-shaped smile of pure sarcasm. With two thumbs up she retorted, "Yeh hon, goin so great."
"UGH look I'm not asking you to understand, I'm just asking you to respect my feelings." Marinette flung her hands out definitively, shaking them along with any notion she'd continue. "Can you do that at least?"
Alya nodded, and groaned. "Mari, if i didn't I wouldn't have even shown you the profile. I'd have catfished someone as you already and sent you off into the world with a new hunk to drown out the slowly dying cinder of a crush you have on Adrien. And all would be well with the world!"
Marinette narrowed her eyes in suspicion, and Alya hurriedly contined
" BUT I DIDNT! I started you a dating profile, I filled it out- honestly- and I showed it to you just so you would know that you have options, and maybe we could find out if those options are better!" Marinette faltered. She trusted Alya, the girl who'd been rooting for her every step. If Her best friends faith in her love life was really so bleak that she'd start an online dating profile without her consent...maybe it was time for her to give up.
"I just...I don't think I'm ready to let go of him." She said softly. Alya wrapped an arm around her smaller friend.
"Not saying you have to. Just letting you know that you have options, and you'll never know what they are unless you test em. Maybe Adrien is your 'one' and this'll confirm it. Maybe he isn't and this'll lead you to someone who drives you wilder. All I'm sayin is...you aren't dating him, so why put your life on hold for someone you can't get to yet? "
Marinette pouted, not wanting to give in, and really not wanting to forgive Alya for making such a good point. But she was right. She was single, and Adrien wouldn't bat a a perfect eyelash if he saw another man on Marinette's arm.
Or would he? The thought shot through her head like lightning, ill thought out and desperate like a last breath. Maybe She could make the blonde model notice her through jealousy. It could potentially be her last shot to gauge Adrien's feelings about her. Maybe once she saw his reaction...then she could make her final decision to either persue him for good, or forget him.
"Ok. I'll do it. " She conceded. Alya cheered and nearly trampled Marinette to get to the keyboard of the pink desktop. "I'll have to show you the page, edit it however you want! Theres pictures up already and three new messages as well...everythings anon unless you say otherwise..."
Marinette barely heard any of the rambling. Her mind drifted elsewhere, to someone else she trusted. While she loved Alya, there was one other person she could always confide in for his candor and direct advice.
"Heyy, Alya, d'you mind if I look over it again later? I still have that swimmable project I've got to work on for my internship interview. "
"Mm? Oh right, I'm sorry I completely forgot about that. Sorry to take your time up, with this stupid crap," Gee, thanks Alya..."Catch you at lunch tomorrow?"
"Course, i'm bringing the croissants with spinach and cream cheese."
"MM! Alright, see you at the park tomorrow! Don't be late!"
"Wouldn't dare to. Bye. "
"Bye!"
The brunette decended through the trap door, as Marinette fished her phone from her bag.
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POPPY_PUPPET: " Hey, C, you there?"
#1SUPERGUY: "Good afternoon, princess, how's this spring weather treating you?"
POPPY_PUPPET: "Can you come over tonight?"
#1SUPERGUY:" Why princess! How scandalous!"
POPPY_PUPPET: "Chat..."
#1SUPERGUY: " LOL of course Marinette. It's been awhile, everything ok?"
POPPY_PUPPET: " Yeah, I just need someone to talk to, and Alya"
POPPY_PUPPET: "Well.."
#1SUPERGUY: "Say no more. I'll be there around midnight. Wont be able to stay long though, it's my turn to patrol. See you soon, princess."
POPPY_PUPPET: "Thanks Chat."
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Adrien sighed. This was the third time Marinette had asked Chat Noir over. A wonder, considering that she was an utter mess speaking to him as himself, instead of his super human alter ego. A wonder still, as he often would console akuma victims after an attack while LAdybug handled the press, offering several his contact information, should they ever need help again. Except Marinette, who'd been given the information by his partner Ladybug during the attack of the Evillustrator. But out of all the akuma attack victims, surprisingly, only one ever kept in touch. His own classmate, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Not that he minded. Adrien enjoyed the chance at spending time with his friend without her being so nervous, a trait he'd long since given up worrying about as Adrien.
He tapped away at his computer, wondering what was bothering her. Wondering what Alya couldn't help her with. Wondering if there even was anything to talk about at all...wondering if he was overthinking...
"Oi." His green eyes ripped away from the screen.
"What are you mopin about now?" A small fairylike creature, cat shaped and cranky, floated over to Adrien's desk. He landed on his shoulder and kicked his tiny feet up.
"Nothing, Plagg." Adrien said, halfhartedly.
"What, you sure? Who messaged you?" The kwami asked.
"Marinette again."
"Ohhh she's cute. Haha, another midnight rendevous? Hahaha!"
Adrien rolled his eyes and swatted his Miraculous guardian away. "Well yeah but it's not like we're a couple or anything. She's a friend. I like hanging out with her. She's cool."
"Eh, I say you give her a shot."
"What and give up on my Lady? Not a chance."
Plagg faked a retch. " You're nothing but a walking cliche, you know that right?"
"True, but I'd rather be a happy cliche than boring and loveless."
"Was that supposed to be deep? Or are you just losing your joke edge? Cuz that wasn't even clever."
"Dude."
"I'm just saying!"
"And all i'm saying is that maybe we run out of Camembert tonight. "
"Whoa defensive. What's got you in a mood?"
The kwami flitted away, chuckling to himself.
"Don't go too far, Plagg, we have patrol duty tonight."
"Yeah, yeah."
Adrien grumbled to himself, somehow feeling slightly stung over the interaction. He glanced over at Plagg, thinking.
"Hm." He turned back to his desktop.
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ELNINO: MY MAN Hey adrien what's up?
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: hey can we talk real quick? I need to ask you something i
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: i was reading something
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: Ah never mind its stupid.
ELNINO: Bro its not stupid, you know im here for you
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: Well, just, don't crack any jokes.
ELNINO: Scouts honor dude
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: Well, see theres this girl
ELNINO: broooooo TT_TT a girlllllll
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: bro no
ELNINO: is she a PRETTY GIRL!?
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: BRO NO
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: I MEAN YEH BUT
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: DUDE I MEAN IM NOT
ELNINO: :D
CARDIAC_AGRESTE: god forget it
ELNINO: Wait! i'll be good!
ELNINO: ADRIEEEEEN
ELNINO: BROOOO
ELNINO: TELL ME YOUR GIRL TROUBLES BRO
ELNINO: Bro?
ELNINO: BROOOO
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Adrien laughed a little. He knew he started something unneccesary. He didn't even know what he wanted to ask about Marinette, much less if there was even a problem. He just knew he felt uneasy about going to visit with a civilian- a girl at that- without Ladybug's knowledge. Almost like he was cheating on her.
"Well, I guess I can fix that right now."
"Stop talking to yourself Adrien. We don't need another psycho Chat Noir."
"Plagg shu...wait another?"
"Dude, you think the power of destruction just doesnt go to anyones head...?"
"I,well..."
"Course you're not thinking. Over there about to chat up Ladybug like a neeeeeeeerd even though she's not into you."
"You're friggin feisty today Plagg."
"And you're friggin infatuated. Go on a date, forget about the bug girl."
"Dude."
"Right back at you."
Adrien coughed and returned to his computer, logging back into his Chat Noir account.
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#1SUPERGUY: Good evening, my lady!
Luckycharm12615: Hey Chat. And no you aren't getting out of patrol tonight. I covered for you twice this week.
#1SUPERGUY: Hey cant a guy cat-ch up with his sweet-paw-rt
Luckycharm12615: I will smack you through the screen. Don't test me. I'll find a way.
#1SUPERGUY: Haha you're cute.
Luckycharm12615: Damn straight.
#1SUPERGUY: Hey but look, straight talk with me?
Luckycharm12615: My god the kitty wants a conversation it's a miracle.
#1SUPERGUY: LB
Luckycharm12615: sorry sorry. What is is, you ok?
#1SUPERGUY: I do need to take off during patrol for say, an hour or so. Is that cool by you?
Luckycharm12615: Chaton we're partners. If you need the time go for it. You don't need my permission.
#1SUPERGUY: Thanks, but i just wanted to run it by you. No chance you can cover?
Luckycharm12615: Sorry, Chat, but I'm meeting someone tonight.
#1SUPERGUY: What? Who?
Luckycharm12615: Hahaha wouldn't you like to know?
#1SUPERGUY: I honestly would, I don't trust men around my lady, especially when I'm not around to protect her. Should I check in on you my love?
Luckycharm12615: Nono, i'm meeting him as myself, not as ladybug. Secret identity and all that jazz.
#1SUPERGUY: So it is a man!?
Luckycharm12615: I wouldn't call him that hahaha but he's my best friend don't worry, if you knew him you'd *love* him
#1SUPERGUY: I doubt it.
#1SUPERGUY: Just be careful.
Luckycharm12615: Aren't I always, silly cat?
#1SUPERGUY: I guess.
#1SUPERGUY: oh and my lady?
Luckycharm12615: Hmm?
#1SUPERGUY: Thanks for the PURRmission!
Luckycharm12615: Yep. Killing you on sight. You only have yourself to blame.
