Hi could u write a story about the class trying (forcing) Marinette to confess or doing a crazy scheme which could be partiacly illegal along with a protective loyal and slightly possessive extremly influential boyfriend anyone besides mlb boys along with class salt(except luka kagami Zoe Nathaniel and Marc) adrien salt and neutral or sugar or even salt lila(you can chosse)
Requested by WillBillCip3r on my Ao3
Forced
Everyone always knew that Marinette had an Anxiety Disorder. It had always been hard for her to talk to people she didn’t know and she was always worried that she messed up or did something wrong even with the people she did know. It was one of the reasons her friends pushed her out of her comfort zone so much, to, “help her see outside of her anxious bubble and live a life filled with fun and good memories”. Even though she was new, Alya knew that she had this disorder too, and she thought, like many others in world, that it was “curable”. According to Alya, Marinette didn’t need medication or any of the other things doctors prescribed to her. In fact, she was often just, “overreacting about things”. All she needed to do was breathe or meditate, focus on the positive, learn to stop doubting herself, eat healthy, and get over her fears. Afterall, to Alya, anxiety was a choice, it was escapable, and it was a problem Marinette created for herself, nothing more and nothing less. Which is why she pushed Marinette so hard to talk to Adrien. But she noticed things had begun to change around them ever since Lila came, things had been so different.
Marinette never talked to the class much anymore except for a select few. She also noticed that Marinette and Adrien have been talking more, but there seemed to still be some tension between the pair. And Alya wanted to hang out with her friend again, and wanted to help her get the guy she loved. So with the help of the rest of the class, sans Chloe, Sabrina, and Lila because she needed to help at a charity, they began their plan.
“Alya, I already told you I don’t want to!”
Marinette yelled as the girls began to help Marinette into a beautiful baby-blue dress, tie her hair in a neat fishtail braid, and put on makeup. Alya wasn’t listening though, in fact she was texting Nino and the guys to make sure that they were able to get Adrien out of his prison of a manor and towards the Pont des Arts. When she got the thumbs up she turned back towards the chaos with a wide grin.
“Alright Marinette, we’re going to help you to confess to Adrien once and for all!”
Alya declared with cheers from the other girls. Marinette pailed and tried to push the others away, but they moved away before Marinette could reach them, already finished beautifying their best friend.
“Alya I can’t!”
She yelled looking around the room as if looking for a means of escape. Alya sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Yes you can gurl! I know you’re scared, but we’ve got you. We promise that you will be able to do it this time! We’ll be there every step of the way.”
She said in her best supportive voice. Goodness this girl needed to learn to just chill and trust herself, Alya thought as she turned away.
“Alright, put these on!”
Rose cheered, handing Marinette the pair of heels they selected for her. “I can’t wear those, I’ll break my ankle.”
“Nonsense.”
Alya said with a wave of her hand.
“They’re only five inches, you’ll look great!”
Marinette looked around the room as her Anxiety spiked through her. She hadn’t been on good terms with her class for months, and now here they were, forcing her to do something she desperately didn’t want to do once again. She honestly wouldn’t mind throwing up right now, but she was afraid that even that wouldn’t deter them from making her do this. They always forced her to do things she didn’t want to do, and while some of the things were enjoyable, she wished that she hadn’t done half of them—not including the Adrien plans, she hadn’t wanted to do any of them. The heels were quickly forced onto her feet and the next thing she knew was that she was being rushed out of her own home. Marinette wanted to cry, because this was supposed to be her safe space, but after this she wasn’t sure if it could ever be again.
What would Damian think? He was supposed to visit her tomorrow; what if he wanted nothing to do with her after this? Would he believe that she hadn’t wanted to do this? Would he be mad at her?
She didn’t have a long time to think all if those through because the next thing she knew she was stumbling along the pavement towards the Pont des Arts where André the icecream man was waiting along with a confused Adrien. Her stomach clenched with fear and anticipation. This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go, in fact tonight she planned to just chill and draw new designs while listening to music at her desk.
She looked around with pleading eyes, hoping that they wouldn’t force her to go through with their insane plan. She and Adiren had just figured out each other’s identity and have been trying to better understand each other so they could work better as a team. Adrien said he was finally getting over her, and she was already dating Damian, so they had to figure out what their relationship would be so that the balance wouldn’t tip over. The next thing she knew she was pushed sharply towards the stairs that led up to the bridge and when Alya pulled her phone out she knew she wasn’t going to be able to escape this.
Slowly she climbed the stairs, trying her very best not to fall over herslef in the too tall and painful shoes as she made her way towards Adrien. Each step she took, each clack clack of the heels on the wood seemed to be her signature that spelled her impending doom. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, her stomach ached with the fear and stress she was trying so desperately to suppress, her breathing felt stilted and wrong, and her head was pounding and screaming at her about her betrayal and everything that was going to go wrong!
“Marinette?”
Adiren called out in shock when he saw her, but there was a shimmer of hope and happiness. And that was the final straw her stomach decided as her mind told her that this would be the reason the balance of the universe was about to tip. She nearly tripped as she ran to the edge of the bridge and emptied the contents of her stomach as tears began to stream down her cheeks and everyone watching simply froze. But Alya kept recording, maybe this would still work. Adrien would comfort her and they would fall in love! But the others knew that this wasn’t going to work, they knew that it was time that this plan came to a close because Marinette was dry-heaving into the river, she was a sobbing mess with her make-up completely messed up, and they knew that she would want absolutely no one seeing her like that, especially in public.
“Marinette, are you okay?”
Adrien all but yelled running to her side. She turned her head away, cheeks red in an ashamed embarrassment.
“Can you tell me if there’s anyone you want me to call?”
He asked as the other girls began to surround her, but she pushed them all away. They were the reason she was in this predicament afterall.
“D-Damian.”
She all but whimpered. She was so embarrassed that she was honestly considering jumping past the gate and into the water if only to get away in front of the crowd of classmates.
“Alright.”
Adrien said softly as he pulled out his phone and called the number she had given him in case of an emergency and she was unable to call this person herself. All he knew was that he was important and that he was one of the reasons they were able to have connections to the Justice League after so many years of silence. As Adrien made the call and began to mutter quietly into the phone Alya came up to her, camera still recording.
“Come on Marinette, you can do it! Go tell him!”
She encouraged her friend, but Marinette just started to cry again.
“Alya, turn that thing off! It’s over, it didn’t work! Just let her be; can’t you see that this was pushed way too far?!”
Nino yelled while trying to yank the phone out of his girlfriend's grip. Alya just rolled her eyes and yanked the phone from his hand.
“It’s not my fault that she keeps working herself up! She just needs to learn how to keep herself calm.”
Nino stared at her in shock.
“Alya, you know what Anxiety is right?”
“Yea, it’s when you're overly nervous. Look, I know Marinette is more anxious than others, but honestly she just needs to learn to control it, then she’ll be fine.”
The others were staring at her now like she had grown a third head.
“Alya, how do you know when Anxiety becomes a mental disorder?”
Alya rolled her eyes,
“Anxiety really isn’t a mental disorder, people just say that so they have an excuse to be scared of the world. Besides, Marinette doesn't have it, she’s one of the most social people I know!”
Marinette was shivering now. Marinette had always tried her very best to not let her Anxiety rule her life. She tried her best to do things her brain constantly tried forceing her not to do. She’s able to be social, she’s able to work the counter at the bakery, she’s able to be the president at her school, but that doesn’t mean it’s non-existent. Did Alya really believe that she was faking this the entire time, that the way she reacted to things was completely her choice?
The argument was getting louder, her breath faster, her head was pounding, and she didn’t know how much longer she could stay standing while wearing these devil shoes.
“Marinette!”
She heard a familiar voice shout and her head shot up as she watched a man with black hair, green eyes, dressed in a nice suit run towards her. She tried to push herself away from the railing to meet him halfway, but when she took a step she collapsed from the pain radiating from her feet and ankles. He was at her side before anyone else could help her up, checking her over for any injuries before cradling her into his lap and picking her up.
“Why are you in a suit?”
Marientte muttered as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and snuggled her face against his shoulder.
“There was a charity gala, which was why I wanted to visit you tomorrow.”
Marinette hummed as she tried to match her breathing to Damian’s own breath.
“Are you okay Angel?”
“Better now that you’re here.”
Damian gave her a small smile before turning to the class who were currently gobsmacked.
“Which of you are the reason My Angel was having a panic attack?”
Damian looked around at everyone and saw that they all wore a guilty expression, except the Agreste boy, he looked more confused than anything.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
A bespeckled girl yelled out from the crowd, her eyes squinted into a frankly unintimidating glare. Damian rolled his eyes.
“Keeping Marinette safe. Obviously she does not wish to be here.”
“Look here kid,”
Damian sent her one of his darkest glares which made her pause for only a second before continuing,
“We have been planning this moment for so long, and we will not allow you to ruin it!”
Damian raised a brow and turned to Agreste, he shrugged still unsure of what was supposed to happen.
“And what was this plan exactly?”
“I’m not allowed to say, that would break the girl code.”
Damian rolled his eyes and looked at Marinette, his eyes becoming gentle as he stared at her curled up form.
“They want me to confess that I’m in love with Adrien when I’m not. They wouldn’t listen to me though.”
Damian nodded, he remembered the stories she told him about how they would force her to go through with their crazy and convoluted schemes when she didn’t want or have the time to.
“I see, well, I’m sure she’s already told Agreste this, but she doesn't feel that way for him anymore, and since I know you won’t listen to or believe what either of us will say, we will be taking our leave. We ask that you please leave her alone until she wishes to see any of you again.”
Damian said in a tone that accepted no argument, but Alya never cared about things like that.
“You can’t do that! I’ll call the police and have them arrest you for kidnapping!”
Damian rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist flippantly as he walked past her.
“Do as you wish, but know that you would only look like a fool for doing so.”
Alya was about to follow them and rip marinette right out of his arms, but Adrien held her back.
“Alya, that’s her boyfriend.”
He whispered into her ear. Alya turned around and looked at him with shock.
“I thought she had told you. But we actually talked about it a while ago. I know she had a crush on me, but she doesn’t anymore. Also, you should probably learn more about Anxiety before you go around saying that, ”people only use it as an excuse for attention”.
And with that, Adrien left the bridge and went back to his house. The others stared back at him, shocked. They hadn’t realized how far apart they had drifted from each other until now. Little by little, everyone left the bridge lost in thought till only Alya was left, standing there and wondering how everything backfired so terribly.
Taglist:
@aespades @adrestar @astrynyx @doll246@queenz-z @toodaloo-kangaroo@crazylittlemunchkin @seraphichana @miraculous-ninja @dorkus-minimus @mysticsoulgirl @ritacrow-blog @snow-leopard-777 @fidget-eep@sometandomstuff333 @lady-phoenix-of-tardis @shreeing @achaoticmess1 @liquid-luck-00@buginetye @stainedglassm @prettylittlebutterflie@laurcad123 @iloontjeboontje @heartsong18@raeuberprinzessin @when-no-wings-do-broomsticks @jennifer-rose123 @moon5608 @corporeal-terrestrial @skitarii-alpha-c6-555@saltysugarysembei @phantom120 @kking13@depressed-bitchy-demon
