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Bad Habit-- An Adrinette Angst Fic
So, this one-shot is based on the song “Bad Habit” by Ben Platt, and I’d suggest listening to it before/while reading to get the mood.
Also, I’m hoping to do a whole collection based on Ben’s album, but none of the song fics will be connected to each other.
Hope you enjoy it! :)
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You always said that I'd come back to you again
'Cause everybody needs a friend, it's true
Someone to quiet the voices in my head
Make 'em sing to me instead, it's you
Adrien knew it was a bad idea. He knew he’d only hurt himself and Marinette more by doing this, but he had to see her again, just for a little bit. He needed to see her face, hear her voice, her laugh. God, how he wished they could laugh together again. But he’d ruined it and that bridge was thoroughly burned. Maybe it was for the best; after finding out his father was Hawkmoth, Adrien had fallen down the rabbit hole and secluded himself, going as far to cut ties with everyone he knew, give up his miraculous, and give everything he would’ve been left by his parents to Felix. Of course, he kept enough for himself to get him an apartment, food and occasional therapy sessions. Nothing more than that.
Hate to say that I love you
Hate to say that I need you
Hate to say that I want you
But I do
It had to be at least midnight. He’d stopped keeping track of time weeks ago. At least he remembered to shower and take enough care of himself. When he approached the Dupain-Cheng bakery, he looked up to where Marinette’s balcony was, hoping she might be up there and could hear him if he called to her.
“Marinette!” he cried. “Marinette, are you up?”
He didn’t hear anything at first, but after he screamed her name for the third time he heard a crash and a signature Marinette squeak. She must’ve been asleep on the chair up there, and his screaming must’ve startled her. He felt a pang of guilt over that; last time he was startled awake, he got terrible flashbacks to the final fight. He hoped she didn’t experience that.
“Adrien?” Marinette called down. “It’s one-thirty in the morning! What are you doing here?”
“I…” He felt so stupid now. “I just wanted to talk to you.”
Bad habit, I know
But I'm needin' you right now
Can you help me out?
Can I lean on you?
Been one of those days
Sun don't wanna come out
Can you help me out?
Can I lean on you?
Marinette didn’t know what to say. It had been almost a year since he’d wanted to ‘talk’ to her, and that was just a few days after the final battle. Now he showed up with no warning in the middle of the night and expected her to be a shoulder for him to lean on when he abandoned her? No. No way.
“The time to talk has long passed. I’m sorry, Adrien, but I can’t help you anymore. I can’t do this.”
“Princess, please,” he begged. “I’m not going to try anything, I promise. I just want to apologize.”
“Go on, then.” “I’d prefer not to do it in such a public place,” he replied, motioning at the street. Even though it was late, it was still a weekend, so straggling drunk twenty-somethings occasionally passed by, and windows were wide open to help cool down nearby homes. They used to be those twenty-somethings, however long ago that was. Marinette’s twenty-second birthday had to be coming up soon.
Marinette sighed. “Fine. Five minutes. I’ll be right down.”
Hate to say that I'm lonely
Hate to say that I miss you
Hate to say that it's dark in here
But it's true, oh
When Adrien saw Marinette up close for the first time in almost a year, his breath caught. Sure, she was in her pajamas and her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes, but he couldn’t help but stare.
God, he wanted to kiss her.
She led him into the bakery, which was lit only by the streetlights outside the window. Bright enough to see each other, but not enough that Adrien could see the tears forming in Marinette’s eyes.
“Five minutes. What do you want?” Marinette asked.
“I just… I don’t know. I just woke up and realized I really missed you and I wanted to talk to you.”
“So you came right over here?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re saying you woke up around 1 a.m.?”
Adrien paused. He didn’t realize how messed up his sleep schedule had become. “I guess so. But that’s not important. I missed you, okay? That’s what matters. And I want us to be in each other’s lives again.”
Marinette scoffed. “Why now, Adrien? Why today?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why not after the battle? Why not when I had to face the press alone because you couldn’t be bothered to show up? Why not when Master Fu died?” Marinette’s voice became more and more strained the more she spoke. “What about when I actually needed you around? You weren’t the only one who lost something that day! You weren’t the only one who was hurt!”
“I know, but I—”
“Shut up! I know you had to deal with your father’s actions and his name and all of that, but I had to deal with the consequences alone because of you. I was harassed, I was abandoned. I needed you then. I needed—”
She wasn’t able to finish, as Adrien began to kiss her without warning. His lips were warm against hers, and for a moment they both forgot all the terrible things they’d been through in the last year. God, how they wanted the good times back.
Bad habit, I know
But I'm needin' you right now
Can you help me out?
Can I lean on you?
Been one of those days
Sun don't wanna come out
Can you help me out?
Can I lean on you?
Marinette was the one who broke it off, and the euphoria was quickly replaced with disgust.
“Get out.” “Marinette, I—”
“No. Get the hell out of my house. I don’t ever want to see you back here.”
“Please, I didn’t mean—”
“It doesn’t matter what you meant to do. Get out!”
“I’m sorry, Marinette. I’m sorry for everything.”
Marinette didn’t respond. She didn’t look at him again. She stared at the floor until she heard the bakery’s back door shut behind him. Only then did she allow herself to breathe.
Marinette hated him for what happened. She had good reasons, too. Still, she couldn’t help but long to kiss him again, to be near him and love him again like they used to love each other. The feelings had hidden themselves, but she realized now that they didn’t really fade.
She brushed her fingers across her lips, and then the tears came pouring out. She cried until she fell into a fitful sleep on the cold bakery floor, her tears falling into a puddle on the speckled linoleum.
Hate to say that I love you
Hate to say that I need you
Hate to say that I want you
But I do
post-reveal has a few downsides
bonus:
[id: a three-panel digital line-drawn comic of loid and anya from 'spy x family', followed by a single-panel comic.
the first panel of the first comic shows anya in the foreground, watching spy wars on the TV, and loid in the background, sitting on the sofa, reading a book. he says in response to something happening onscreen, "that's a myth, actually, spies don't do that". anya shushes him, annoyed.
the second panel shows the two from the side, watching spy wars at a different time. anya is sitting cross-legged on the floor and loid is sitting down and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. he says, "that's inaccurate." anya protests, "no!!"
the final panel shows loid looking at the screen, with anya standing behind the sofa and gripping his shoulders. loid says, "he'd never be able to pull that off without being caught," and has an impassive expression as anya yells, "STOP!!"
the second drawing shows anya with the TV in the foreground again, and yor standing in the background, watching it. "some insane athletic stunt" is said to happen onscreen. yor thinks, "i could totally do that." lines beside anya's head indicate that she is reading yor's mind. she grins as she says, "hell yeah you could, mama!" end id.]
Marinette: So, you’re not allowed to take the trash out at night anymore
Adrien: What? Why?
Marinette: Because I've caught you trying to train those stray cats to fight five times in a row
Adrien, *arms crossed and pouting*: You'll be thanking me when the third cat battalion saves you in battle one day
Chat Noir: You are, of course, wondering why it is that I have brought you here tonight
Ladybug: Actually, Adrien, after all these years, I just sort of go along with it
Post reveal stuff owo
Ok so ik this comic has been done a 1000 times but I just love it smm so here's a doodle of adrienette post reveal
Please tell me what you think of this artsyle ie you like my previous artslye better or this doodley artslye
what have i done, im so sorry… ~
that`s pretty interesting art trade with @taulun ((*whispers* you asked something cute and fluffy af, so that was in my silly mind, i warned you))
ok ok imagine peter’s identity gets revealed, and he’s just so sick of this shit because fucking Parker Luck and he can’t go a week without a midlife crisis
after spending so much time with tony (who is still alive because i am the queen of tony stark death erasure) he just automatically defaults to brushing it off and coping with humor. so he goes on twitter and posts his civil war video diary to the official spiderman account
twitter BLOWS UP because they have bts of the actual events that literally tore the avengers apart, and peter is just sitting on facetime with ned and mj laughing his ass off at all the replies