❝Blue. A pretty, bluebell blue.❞
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"What's your favourite colour?"
A question asked one to many times by the paparazzi, each time unable to be answered by Adrien.
Until he bumped into a certain bluebell-eyed girl one faithful day, and let's jus...
I actually just want to apologise in advance for the short chapter despite how long you guys had to wait but I'm slowing recovering from writer's block!!!!
i'll get back into my element fully soon enough, and hey, maybe i'll even drop a spotify playlist for this fic hehe...
"is it alright to feel this way this early?" [ softly | clairo ]
SURPRISED was an understatement. Flabbergasted was an option. Flustered was, too. Marinette preferred the term, 'nearly got a heart attack' best.
How else were you supposed to react when you received a magazine copy with Adrien's signature andan Instagram user on it?
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Was this him? His private account? Why would he give this to her when they had only had their first proper conversation a few minutes prior to him passing her this magazine?
She pressed follow, not thinking much of it. If he wanted to, he could always remove her as a follower. Maybe he didn't mean for the user to go to her.
Deciding to distract herself with her homework, she left her phone on her chaise unattended as she completed what needed to be.
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Adrien's heart lurched after getting the notification that she had followed him. He followed her back immediately. He looked through her posts, smiling at her sixteenth birthday post. He found it adorable.
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He laid on his bed, the app he was on earlier was now closed. He asked himself, what was he doing? What were his intentions? Why did he give her his private and anonymous social media account without thinking twice? What would be his consequences for not thinking before acting?
He was very confused with whatever he was feeling. Were the impulses sent to his brain not enough for his brain to interpret? Or were they too much, so much so that they couldn't be interpreted?
