Marinette had reached her peak in life.
Adrien had called every other day for the last week, and she was flying.
Seeing Adrien had really started to make a difference in her life. He was such a good person. One day, she found him helping a woman who was walking dogs. One dog had gotten tangled up with another, and he helped untangle them. Another day, he was making friendly conversation with a mailman, and was able to catch the man's falling mail while holding the pizza in his other hand.
Marinette has been making a strong effort in the last week to be the best person she could. Not that she had always been a bad person, she just decided it was time to put her very best effort into helping others. She had convinced Alya to put in a few more hours with her at the Food Shelter, and she decided to give a gift to their nice Landlord, Mme. Lavillant. The blonde woman had hugged her tightly at the gesture, and Marinette couldn't shake the good feeling she had gained for he rest of the day.
As a bonus, her skin had started to become clearer, her eye bags had disappeared, and her hair had seemed softer than ever. Alya has commented that she looked refreshed, something that was hard to do when you were juggling a full time job at Busy Beans and running an online clothing shop, while spending your free time at Shelters for the sick and homeless.
"It feels good to be a good person," Marinette had answered when Alya asked what was going on.
Alya has laughed. "Marinette, you've always been a good person. This is something else."
Nino had eventually figured out what she was doing— possibly from the weird way she leapt toward the phone every time it rang— and cornered her. She finally confessed, explaining their new trade agreement with Slice Guy's Pizzeria.
He had laughed and sent her with a note, not bothering to ask who was receiving it. She had placed it on top of Adrien's order, taped it down, and left Busy Beans. Adrien had been waiting, as always, wearing something so casual and simple yet Marinette could never control her breathing when she saw him.
His face broke into a smile when his eyes found her, and the sun seemed to shine once again through the dark clouds.
She had exchanged deliveries with him, and he raised an eyebrow at the note. Adrien carefully balanced the tray of drinks in one hand, somehow using another to open the note single handedly. Marinette wondered what else he could do with those hands, before she felt her tongue go numb and awkwardly cleared her throat.
Adrien's face went from confused, to smiling, to laughing a radiant laugh that she could only describe as handmade from God himself. There was no way any person should be this wonderful, but it seemed she had found the most perfect human being in the entire world.
As he recovered from his laughing fit, and Marinette had found the use of her tongue again, she managed to blurt out, "What does it say?"
Adrien coughed slightly, and Marinette noticed a slight dusting of pink on his beautiful cheekbones. From the laughter, Marinette told herself.
"Oh, nothing of importance. Just— can you do something for me?" Adrien scratched his neck, showing off his biceps, and Marinette could feel her arteries stop pumping blood.
"Anything," Marinette said, before realizing how cringy she sounded.
Adrien let out a breathy laugh. "Well, when you put it like that…"
"No! I mean, yes! I mean— what do you— what would you like me to do?" she managed, before breathing out a heavy breath.
"I'm kidding, Marinette," he grinned sheepishly, "Just tell him this…"
Marinette returned to the coffee shop, pizza box in hand, blushing furiously. Nino raised an eyebrow at her flustered appearance, taking in her stumbly walk and crooked jacket and flushed cheeks.
"What'd you do, make out with him?" Nino asked casually, leaning across the empty counter. Marinette almost dropped the pizza box, barely kicking her foot out to save it.
"No!" she cried out. Nino laughed, his voice ringing in the almost empty cafe.
"Someone's defensive," Nino taunted.
"I'm not that kind of girl! And I doubt Adrien's that kind of guy, either!" she told him as sternly as she could with a large blush plastered across her cheeks.
"Well, you'd be surprised…"
Now Marinette did drop the pizza. Nino lunged forward, saving the cardboard box before it could tumble and drop their food.
Marinette's eyes were saucers. "What?"
Nino chuckled.
"I'm joking, Mari. If anything, it's those crazy fans who throw themselves at him. He can't catch a break, really. Those people don't even know him and they want to marry him!" Nino rolled his eyes. "Anyways, did he read my note?"
The blush came back. "Yes, he did. He, uh… He told me to tell you to… to…"
"To what, Mari?" Nino pressed. Marinette took a deep breath, and announced.
"Go fuck yourself."
Nino had to take an early break.
Marinette was meeting Adrien again, only this time everything had become more serious. Alya had found something she shouldn't have. Adrien's Instagram, Snapchat, and somehow his Tumblr.
"Alya! Why would you do this to me?" Marinette had moaned for thirty minutes before Alya had left the apartment in exasperation.
Originally, Marinette didn't plan on asking to friend or follow him. She swiped through his Tumblr, found it was full of cat videos, puns, phrases in chinese, fencing competition gifs, basketball gifs, piano solos, and the occasional reblog of a supermodel shoot— supposedly one of his friends.
She looked at her username, callmeladybug, and decided it was conspicuous enough. She followed him.
Now that wasn't the problem, she told herself as she walked toward the intersection. No, that wasn't the problem at all.
His Instagram was not private, at least his model one wasn't. Alya had found two accounts, one where she could find his publicity stunts on, or one for his personal friends. That was a private account. She did not follow that.
His Snapchat, too, was two different accounts. One for publicity, one for friends only. She definitely did not try to friend him on either account. She didn't want a death wish.
Naturally, when she came back from her shower, she found her phone sitting in a place she had not put it. It was open, set on Adrien's private Instagram account. Instead of the blue "Follow" button, she only saw the white "Message" button.
She panicked, her fingers flying fast to Snapchat. She checked her friends. At the top of the alphabetical list, was Adrien Agreste.
She flew back to Instagram, checking her followers.
Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling.
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
yeahchatnoir was following her.
She shut off her phone and couldn't fall asleep at all that night.
That was her current problem.
Adrien Agreste had not only seen her follow him, but followed her back.
The next morning she received a notification from Snapchat that he added her as a friend. She had panicked to Alya for a good twenty minutes before Alya left the apartment for work. They received a noise complaint later that day.
Marinette couldn't stop glancing at the phone all day. Nino had finally asked her, "are you so anxious to see your new boyfriend?"
She threw a cup at him.
He laughed it off. "Okay, okay. Just don't be surprised when you're pregnant and you didn't use protection!"
She glanced down at her hands, and seriously considered throwing their blender at him.
Adrien hadn't mentioned the social media at all.
Marinette was bringing six drinks to Adrien and the employees of Slice Guy's today. She expected it was a busy day.
As she crossed the street, she saw a young father struggling to move his child off the crosswalk. The kid screamed and cried, attempting to run into the road as the father grabbed at his stubby arm, holding a smaller child in his other arm. Marinette slowed her walk, staring at the scene before her, unfolding slowly and dangerously. Subconsciously, she placed the coffees on the nearest bench, eyes never straying from the child.
The boy's face pinched and turned even redder as he pulled and pulled against his father's slipping hands.
The street was currently empty, so the child seemed to be in little danger. The father grasped for the child's arm again, and the boy screamed loudly.
The light turned green.
The boy slipped away from his father.
And as if on a horrible cue, Marinette heard the roar of a supercharged engine.
She sprinted into the street. Ignoring the approaching supercar, and yelling pedestrians, she lunged for the young boy. She circled her arms around his torso and let her momentum carry her forward. The father yelled out in horror as the car sped past. Marinette felt her body get pulled backwards in the vacuum of air, and she stumbled to regain her footing. She continued her path, forcing herself to the sidewalk as her hands grasped the shaking, screaming child.
The civilians around her asked if she was alright over and over again. She nodded repeatedly, explaining she wasn't hurt.
Sirens reached her ears, and a police car sped past, a balding red-headed man she recognized as M. Raincomprix focused on his target. Marinette turned around, looking for any sign the man and younger child were injured. She let out a breath of relief when she saw they were safely on the other side of the street, being fussed over by a blonde man.
She clutched the child tighter when he seemed to fuss more. Marinette crossed the street once it was declared safe, and met up with the other hero of the day.
"Marinette!" Adrien exclaimed when he saw her face. She smiled slightly, returning the boy to the shaking father, who seemed to now have a much better grip on his son.
"Thank you, thank you! You saved my son's life. How could I ever repay you?" The man asked, his voice straining.
"You don't have to, sir. Please, get home safely."
"I will. Thank you both, may Allah bless you both." The man praised them continuously before glancing at his watch and crying out in shock.
"I must go! Live full and happy lives together, Monsieur and Madame!" He turned and ran off, the children in his arms bouncing with every step. Marinette smiled.
"I must confess," Adrien started as he turned to face her. "I ruined the pizza. You seemed to have sense in putting the coffee down before launching yourself into traffic. I did not," he looked down sadly at the crumpled cardboard Marinette was only just noticing.
"W-wait, that's the pizza?"
"Uhh.. yeah. Turns out that car tires and pizza don't mix." He sighed. "I have nothing to trade…"
"Oh, t-that's okay! I brought a lunch, anyways. I lost t-track of the days,"
"Was it by any chance because you found my social media accounts?" Adrien offered casually. Marinette froze. How did he…?
"You never answered any of my messages, either. Was something, or someone, distracting you?" He tilted his head like an intrigued puppy.
"My roommate," Marinette answered flatly, hoping he would drop the subject.
"Roommate? Who is this roommate of yours?" Adrien asked.
"Alya. She's a jerk, but my best friend."
"She sounds great. I'd love to meet her some day."
Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly. Was he really asking about meeting Alya? Did he find her social media somehow and find her attractive? Granted, any sane man would.
"Yeah, s-sure thing. Well, enjoy the coffee!" she went to leave, but Adrien grabbed her hand.
"Hold up, you haven't gotten your pizza yet!" he announced.
"It's… it's crushed though?" she furrowed her brows.
"We'll just have to make a new one then!" He told her, winking and pulling her down the street by her hand. She blinked confusedly.
"We?"
"Oh, yes. We. I'll be teaching you how to make a perfect pizza!"
She went to argue, and then her eyes found his hand in hers. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Sure. Let's do it."
Is this a good chapter? Idk I sorta busted it out last night, and edited it today. Hopefully I'll start to develop a good plot next chapter, cause this one certaintly doesn't have one lol.
Anyways lemme know what you guys think, and if I should keep writing this!
Thank you for reading! Please Review!
~Ani