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Adrinette April Day 14

here’s some sweet fluff to make up for not writing yesterday;;;;;;; i really like this one, actually, so i hope yall do too c:

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Day 14: Confess

“And then, I would confess to him, but, oh, I can't do that, can I-”

“Of course you can! You can do anything, Marinette!”

Marinette huffed, blushing, curling up in the corner of her bed where she and Alya sat, discussing the logistics of Marinette’s longtime crush.

“You've been friends for like, almost a year, babe, I know you wouldn't be ruining your guys’ friendship. You want him to know, don't you?”

“Yeah, but, like… only if he likes me back,” squeaked Marinette.

“Marinette,” Alya assured gently, placing her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “He will. He does.”

“You don't know that.”

“Sure I do.”

“But what if he doesn't!? I know you say it wouldn't ruin our friendship, but wouldn't it be awkward if he knew I liked him? And he didn't like me back!? I know it’d make me feel pretty guilty…”

“But c’mon, think about it; You're still friends with Nathaniel, and you know he had a crush on you. And Nino did, too. Remember? It'll work out, no matter what, okay?”

“Okay…” Marinette was obviously still unsure. “I guess…”

Alya didn't know what else to say to reassure her. She wanted her friends to stop dancing around their obvious crushes on each other and just get together already. And she knew that, as ridiculous as it may sound looking at Marinette’s shy disposition and obvious aversion to making the first move, the blue-haired girl had to be the one to initiate in this situation. Adrien was adorable and oh so sweet, and Alya loved him to pieces, but he was just downright oblivious. He didn't know he had a crush on Mari, but he did. She knew he did. It was obvious to everyone but himself... and Marinette.

Their entire class was getting sick and tired of hearing the two pine over each other so air-headedly. Marinette, at least, knew that she was gushing over him. Adrien didn't even seem to have a clue what he was doing. In his defense, he was extremely repressed, and had never actually had friends before (Chloé notwithstanding) let alone a girlfriend.

“Girl,” Alya sighed. “Don't worry so much. If you're not ready to confess to Adrien, then you don't have to. I think you should, but this is about you, not me. It's okay if you don't yet.”

“No, I do want to!” Marinette suddenly exclaimed. “I do! I wanna tell him.” Then she pouted, excitement levels plummeting. “I'm just scared. I'm scared of what he’ll say, and I'm scared of what I’ll say, I'm so bad with my words, what if I just say something embarrassing…”

“It'll be fine, Marinette. I'm sure of it.”

“Okay…”

“You’re going on another coffee date with him tomorrow after school, aren't you?”

“Well, not a date, no, just a-”

“And you said you were wanting to tell him then, right?”

“Yeah… But… No… I don't know.” Marinette sighed heavily. “I did say that. But what if I can't?”

“Then it's no big deal! There's no pressure, Mari. Like, go for it, but don't feel bad if you have to stay in your comfort zone either. You're Adrien’s best friend! I'm sure he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable either. He will understand. No matter what happens, it'll be okay. I'm sure.”

“One hundred percent?”

“One hundred thousand percent.”

“That's not how percentages work,” Marinette smiled as Alya pulled her in for a hug.

“You'll do fine. Now, c’mon, let's go have some of those cookies your dad’s making. You'll feel better.”

Marinette and Adrien sat in the café, sipping their drinks in relative silence. Adrien smiled at her, she fidgeted with the hem of her top under the table.

“So, Marinette,” Adrien broke the silence.

Marinette looked up at him from where she’d been hyper fixated on the one loose string coming off of her shirt. “Hm?”

“Have you played the new Mecha Strike game yet?”

“Oh, uh, no. I haven't bought it yet. Is it any good?”

“It's awesome! You should come over and play it sometime!”

Like a date? thought Marinette. Yeah. That was smooth. She imagined herself saying it five separate times, with different hand movements and mannerisms, but the words just couldn't come out of her mouth for some reason. She looked down at her hands.

“Y-yeah, for sure! I'd love that…” Her mouth suddenly felt really dry, and she wished that she had ordered something besides a coffee.

“Marinette? Is something wrong?”

“Uhh, n-no… no…”

“You sure?” Adrien tilted his head to the side a little, curious but perfectly concerned. Marinette melted down into her seat under his questioning gaze.

“Uh, um, I, the, uh,” she stammered. She knew that she should tell him -- he already knew something was on her mind… But she really hadn’t wanted to make a scene about it. She wanted to curl up and pout; barely 10 minutes in and she was ruining everything already.

Adrien was still just looking at her, with that worry in his lovely green eyes, and his lips set into a slight frown.

“I-it’s not…” she managed, swallowing the lump in her throat. “It’s nothing. Really.”

“Are you sure?” It was obvious that Adrien didn’t believe her.

Ughhhhhhhhhhh.

Marinette tried to remind herself of what Alya had said. It would go fine, no matter what.

“If there’s something on your mind, you can tell me.” Adrien’s eyes were gazing into her soul, in a way she normally would have loved, but right now, she just couldn’t bear it. She stared down at her lap.

“There… is something, I guess. B-but it’s not a big deal.”

“If it’s upsetting you, then-”

“N-no, I’m not upset! Just… nervous.” Marinette met Adrien’s wide eyes finally, offering him the most petite of smiles. He seemed to light up at it, and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. He was so wonderful...

“I like you,” she blurted out suddenly. She then gasped at herself, slapping a hand over her mouth.

“No, no, no, don’t be embarrassed.” Adrien’s cheeks were tainted a faded pink. “What did you say?”

“I-I, um…!” Marinette’s voice came out as a small, high-pitched squeak. “I-I… I l-l-li….”

Adrien blinked at her.

“Like… you…”

“Like me?” he echoed.

Marinette nodded very slightly, burning up with embarrassment.

“You…” Adrien quickly rouged at the realisation. “Oh, um…”

Marinette was avoiding looking at him, hoping that if she concentrated hard enough, she could cease to exist and become one with the leather chair; willing an akuma to burst through the window of the cafe and kill her and Adrien both to end this misery.

“Marinette, I…” Adrien swallowed, chuckling nervously and rubbing his neck. “I think I like you, too.”

Marinette looked up, wide-eyed. Her lips parted in a small ‘o’ of surprise. She couldn’t even find the words to express how she felt. Really? She wanted to say. For real? You, Adrien Agreste, like me, Marinette Dupain-Cheng? There’s no mix-up here? Really really? But the words didn’t come out. She just continued to gape.

“M-Marinette? You’re making me nervous here.”

“Oh! Um! Oh gosh…”

“Haha, it’s alright…”

“No, I…”

“It’s okay… y-you don’t have to say anything…”

“Okay.”

They looked at each other, each embarrassed for their own silly and nonsensical reasons. They both liked each other! There was really no need for any of this. But that was okay.

“So, are we like-- did-did you wanna be like...” Adrien said, clearing his throat. The next word came out in a whisper that sounded a little bit scared, and very unsure: “Dating?”

Marinette would have laughed at his treatment of the word ‘dating’, but it sounded fairly foreign to her, too. She swallowed. “Only…. Only if you wanted to be.”

“I think I want to be.”

“Really?”

Marinette stared up at him, eyes still blown wide. Adrien cracked a smile finally.

“Absolutely.”

Marinette thought she might melt. “O-okay!”

The rest of the date went on comfortably, and almost the same as normal, except Marinette caught Adrien blushing and stuttering, and Adrien couldn’t stop noticing the girl’s adorable freckles…

Even though it hadn’t exactly gone the way Marinette had planned, she was still ecstatic.

The pair both went home that evening with big, dumb smiles on their faces that they couldn’t shake off.

When Adrien arrived finally in the sanctuary of his room, his kwami emerged from his coat pocket, and immediately started laughing, as if he had been about to burst the entire date from holding in all of his teasing side comments.

“What was with all that stuttering?” Plagg howled. “Aren’t you normally cooler than that? Where’s Chat Noir, huh? Who’s this loser!?”

“Shut up!”

“I’ve never heard you so nervous! What were you even nervous about -- you already knew she liked you back!”

Adrien was bright red with embarrassment. “Yeah, but… I dunno, Plagg. She just… She’s so…!” He failed to find a comparison. “Even Ladybug has never made me feel that way before. She’s really somethin’ special.”

Plagg rolled his eyes at his chosen, who was sprawled across his couch in a theatrical swoon, looking like a human version of the heart eyes emoji. “I’ll never understand you.”

“Me either,” sighed the blond boy, sounding nothing short of delirious.

Plagg shook his head. “I’m still proud o’ you, though.”

“Proud of me? Why?”

“Ehhh…” the kwami shrugged. “Well... You’re alright, kid.”

Adrien didn’t really understand what that meant, but he’d accept any compliment from the normally sarcastic kwami. “You’re alright, too.”

Adrien sighed dreamily again.

“I’m better than alright, though. I have a girlfriend, Plagg. Oh wow… That feels kinda funny to say, doesn’t it… Girlfriend…” Adrien was giggling like a baby, or someone high on something you can only find in a dentist’s office.

“Alright, I take it back. I don’t even have words for how much you’re embarrassing me, Adrien. I’m going to ignore you now.”

“Mmm, okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“Uh huh.”

“Like, if an akuma attacked right now, I wouldn’t even hear you say ‘transform me.’ Although you probably wouldn’t notice it anyway, you wouldn’t notice an akuma even if it punched you in the face, you’re so wrapped up in your own little world here.”

Adrien just laughed lightly. “Yup, sure, whatever.”

“Whoa, wait, I’m ignoring you, you’re not ignoring me. Stop that. I’m trying to complain about you.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Hey!!”

Adrien closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch. Plagg continued to protest, but he had really stopped listening now. Marinette is my girlfriend….

“Hey, Adrien!! Adrien!!! Ugh, the nerve! Goddammit. He’s so dumb. He never listens. He’s an idiot. A lovesick idiot. She’s Ladybug, too. Not that he cares, no, he doesn’t even care. I know who Ladybug is and it’s his goddamn girlfriend and he doesn’t even care!” Plagg huffed. “Kids these days…”

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