So...About That Jacket...
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Marinette was going to kill him. She was going to murder Adrien "Radiant Carefree Dreamy" Agreste. Say goodbye, world, to the blond sunshine. He was not long for this world, and it was inevitable for it to be shortened because of his actions. She could handle the drama. She could handle the daddy and mommy issues. She could even handle the goddamn leather cat suit.
But this? This was where she drew the line.
"What," she growled, pinning her brother down with her glare and the mop she found in the kitchen, "did you do to the jacket?"
Adrien was cornered. He had nowhere to go. All possible exits were blocked by Marinette, Plagg was preoccupied with two whole wheels of Camembert, and Marinette had that look in her eye. The one promising pain and torture and his anime collection finding itself on eBay before he could even say "spaghetti". What's worse was that Marinette knew she had him on the ropes.
He gulped. "I can explain?"
"Start talking." She leveled the handle to his neck, and his eyes grew frantic. "If you talk fast enough, I might cancel the auction for your PreCure action figure in time."
"You don't mean..." He gasped, covering his mouth with his hands. "Not Cure Twinkle, Go! Princess Precure limited edition! Anyone but her! Take Cure Flora, or Scarlet, but not Twinkle!"
"Then, you better start talking, Agreste."
He cried like a baby after that.
"I'm so sorry, Mari! I thought it was one of my jackets."
"It was on my bed. It was in my room. You don't just take stuff out of my room—"
"But we had movie night in your room, and I was in a rush! You know how my professor treats students who are late, even if it was just once!"
"That doesn't mean you get to give the jacket to a random stranger in the street who looked cute!"
Marinette flopped on the couch, grabbing onto a discarded throw pillow. "What am I going to do?"
"Can't you just buy him a new jacket?" Adrien suggested, then held up a throw pillow in front of his face. The amount of times a heavy object was hurled at his head by a grumpy or catastrophizing Marinette was enough for him to be fearful of her moods.
She mumbled gibberish into the throw pillow. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that again for me, Mari?"
"I can't." She lifted her head off the pillow to give him a self-loathing glare. "His grandmother made it for him. He told me when we went on that study date."
"Oh." Adrien deflated, not even noticing she called it a date like he had been telling her it was. An idea hit him. "Well, why don't you make one for him? An MDC original, handmade by MDC herself, has got to be worth something, right?"
Marinette opened her mouth to refute it, and closed it, thinking. If she could make it exactly how it was when she got it...
She jumped up, rushing to her bedroom. She needed to research where the hell could she buy flannel from Kansas fast.
As soon as she left the room, Adrien collapsed on the couch. He congratulated himself. He wasn't going to die today. Maybe.
Two days and one sleepless night later, she regretted all her decisions. Thank Kwami it was a weekend.
Somehow, she had convinced Kaalki to transport her to a small haberdashery in rural Kansas. The isolated town of Smallville was quaint with its little shops and smiling folks. Vintage cars and retro shops lined the streets, and they even had an old school general store near the center of town. It looked like a place she could imagine herself growing old in, and she would have loved to explore the place more, maybe get one of those famous apple pies Jon kept telling her about, if she hadn't seen the boy himself sitting in the back of an old blue pickup truck the moment she stepped out of the haberdashery.
So, you might ask, what did she do?
Simple. She ducked in between the haberdashery and the laundromat, summoned Kaalki, and portalled out of there in five seconds flat.
That wasn't even the least of her troubles. When she came back to class on Monday, Jon sat next to her like usual. It would have been fine until he mentioned her visit to Smallville. She didn't even realise that he'd seen her.
"Uh— yeah Smallville went— I mean, I went to your Smallville— wait, no that's not right, I wanted to jacket—" She lit up bright red and shoved the box she carried into class at him.
"Oomph!" Jon held the box and furrowed his eyebrows. "What's this?"
She took a deep breath. "So you remember that jacket you lent me when we first met? The flannel one that your grandma made you? Well, my roommate slash brother kinda took it without me knowing and somehow gave it to a stranger, so I made you a new one and it's made of the same materials that your grandma used, at least I think they're made of the same material and I couldn't find the correct buttons so I picked the closest one to it and I'm sosorryagainit'sallmyfault—"
She didn't even know her eyes were closed until she was shocked by a weight falling on her shoulders. The surprise made her jump, hitting Jon on the forehead.
They looked at each other, and they laughed at the red forming on their heads. They were a pair of blue-eyed clumsy idiots. But, they were a pair of blue-eyed clumsy idiots together in the same economics course.
Grinning, Jon opened the box, took out the jacket, and put it on, showing off the back to Marinette. "How do I look?"
The MDC original signature fluttered on the collar as he spun around.
"It's perfect." She beamed, clutching her hands close to her heart.
Adrien nudged her as she ran to the car waiting in front of the campus. "Hey, hey, hey—"
"What do you want?" She hissed, resisting the urge to yank him by the ear. Damn tall genes.
"You might want a stop staring at his neck like that." He wiggled his eyebrows. "He's gonna start thinking you're a vampire, or maybe you've got a neck kink—"
"START WALKING, AGRESTE!"
so i've rewritten this author note at least four times now, so I'm just gonna leave it at the regular greetings. like, reblog, and comment! thanks for @maribat-calendar-events for the wonderful prompts, and everyone have a good day
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