Chat Noir x Depressed! Reader.

Back story (must be read in order to make sense):

Y/n had just broken up with the second most popular boy at Françoise Dupont High School, [Ex Boyfriend's name]. Since then, she's been harassed non-stop by both girls and guys, both online and offline.

[Ex Boyfriend's name] is a well known model, and Y/n just started modeling about a year ago. So when you guys first started dating, people were skeptical that Y/n was using [Ex Boyfriend's name] to boost her fame up. Those rumors quickly stopped however, ever since fans saw how the two of you were seemingly perfect together; both your guy's fans couldn't get enough of the two of you once that realization hit them.

Behind the scenes though, was just horrible. Once Y/n found out that [Ex Boyfriend's name] was cheating, you panicked and didn't say anything. However, that didn't stop E/B/N from turning the tables around; he started the rumor that Y/n was cheating on him.

In addition to this, he also broke up with Y/n publicly on twitter. When Y/n reacted by saying he was the one that was unfaithful, it made Y/n seem like the bad guy, and E/B/N the victim.

This almost ruined Y/n's career, but thanks to her agent, she somehow saved it. This however, doesn't stop the aching feeling that whoever E/B/N cheated on you with, must have been better then you.

So you changed into a snarky, expressionless, person who only lets this facade disappear in front of a camera or your friends.

A/n: please don't start the video until told to do so, thank you!
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(your outfit- if you don't like it then go ahead and change it, but make sure you have a tank top with a cardigan because that's going to be important)

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As soon as Y/n heard the bell ring, she quickly packed her things and sped walked out the door. "Is Y/n alright?" Marinette whispered to her best friend, Alya as they walked out of the classroom.

"I'm not sure. She's been quiet distant ever since HE," Alya scrunches her noes up in disgust when referring to E/B/N. "Made that horrible breakup happen in front of the whole school a few months ago. Maybe she just wants to get home to finish the loads of homework Ms. Mendeleiev gave us that is due tomorrow?" Alya questions. "Maybe" Marinette shrugs, convinced that that's the reason Y/n rushed off in a hurry.

Little did the 2 chatting girls know that a forest green-eyed boy's expression had darkened with even more worry upon hearing this new piece of information.

Y/n's POV:

"Awe, look! The tramp finally comes out of her hiding place to have a little chat!" called a high pitched voice as I rounded a corner.

I look up, only to see a hot mess of a girl. Her hair was honey blonde, and flowing all the way down to her waist. If you looked closely enough, you could obviously see the clips to her extensions. Her face was caked with pink eye shadow and blush, perfectly matching her equally bight pink lip gloss. Her outfit, well, lets just say it was way to revealing to even be allowed to step into school grounds. Was once again, pink.

"Look, Pinkie, I can already tell you want to start something. Whatever you have to say to me, is probably something I've already heard by the other 50 girls that have come and threatened me today. So save your breath and tell me on the 4th of Nebruary. Now if you'll excuse me" I say monotonously while walking away from her shocked, almost plastic looking figure.

Zurri, my Kawamii, peeks out of her hiding place in my family cardigan. She then looks up at me worriedly. "Y/n?" she questions in her cute little voice. Her voice always gives me relief, it reminds me that I'm not going through this sad time alone. "I'm fine" I whisper, showing her a small smile.

~~~~ Time Skip to 8:00 at Night ~~~~

'Ah, I'm finished with my homework. Now I can finish the thing that I originally came to finish.' I think before taking off my cardigan and placing it back in my closet.

I sit back in my desk chair and open the drawer connected to the desk, pulling out my laptop and a sketchbook. Once I've closed the drawer that's connected to the desk im currently sitting at , I open the laptop and search up the karaoke version of the one of the songs I relate to the most: Dear Society by Madison Beer.

Whenever I sing this, I feel so calm again. I push play on the video then begin sketching in my sketchbook. I stared humming along to the beat playing. Zurri sight, contempt by the light atmosphere, then flew back into her small bed I made her in my bedside drawer: letting out a tiny yawn an a sleepy sounding "nighty night".

Chat Noire's POV:

I skillfully used climbed into Y/n's room through the widow she had left open. Just I was about to surprise her and cheer her up, I heard a soft humming, as well as some soft music playing. Curious as to what Y/n is singing, I say quiet and sit on the edge of the window, gazing at her.

Please start the video above! I give all credit to Madison Beer for creating the song, and Lisa Subotica for singing this cover.

At first, its just Y/n's soft humming that fills her bedroom walls as the music played in the background. As I begin to hear her form words however, my heart Breaks little by little.

It finally dawns on me how much everything that has happened over the past few months has affected Y/n. This showed even more when I heard all her emotions pour into the few simple lyrics:

"You're bad for my health
I should probably get some help
I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell. My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips. Yeah, your bad for my health; you should hurt somebody else."

When I heard those few lyrics, it took everything I had to keep myself from hugging Y/n. Hugging her so hard that she forgets all her pain, even if it's just for a split second.

I didn't even need to see her face to know that she was surrounded by a dark, depression. That she was struggling to win against a battle mentally, as well as physically.

The emotionally modulated singing came to a stop, to both my disappointment and appreciation. Yet, that didn't stop my body from moving on it's own towards the h/c girl.

As soon as I see Y/n get out of her chair and push it in, I pull her into a tight embrace from behind, making her gasp in surprise.

"You dork, why don't you ever say anything to me when I ask if you're okay? If you feel tired? Sad? Angry? I'm not like that bastard E/b/n! I won't leave you just because I find out something I shouldn't! I want to help you...I don't want to loose the most important person in my life due to some idiot who only belittles women! Y/n...please, let me help you fight that battle" I whimper, holding her tighter in my arms.

When I looked straight into her e/c eyes, they looked dull, a void of hues lost of all ecpression. Although, her cheeks said otherwise. That's when I got the courage to whisper: "I love you"

Y/n was speechless, after a few moment thought, I something visibly snap in her eyes. They seemed to brighten, but only in the slightly.

Before I knew it, Y/n had turned around to face me; as she hugged me back, burying her now tear streaked face in chest.

"If you fell in love with me, I'd only be a burden! I'd make your life more difficult with my constant outbursts, my sudden outbreaks of negativity and trust issues! I don't want to harm your reputation as Paris's hero, for you to be questioned why your dating a lowlife like me! What if I accidentally find put who you are under the mask and you begin to hate me-"

"Plagg, detransformed me." I cut off Y/n's rambling. Once Plagg has separated himself from my Miraculous, he winks at me and flies away to a drawer beside Y/n's bed.

Without a second thought, I kiss Y/n. Though, her eyes were already screwed shut as soon as she heard me detransform.

I reluctantly pull away, only to see her eyes still shut tightly and her cheeks a bright pink.

"I could never, ever hate you. I knew from the very first time I saw you in class that getting you to become mine, wasn't going to be easy. I don't care how people look see me as, I'm not a statue, my job is to only save the city. And your not a lowlife, you're the highlight of my life. Please, open your eyes" I ask while pulling away a little.

Y/n shakes her head stubbornly, making me chuckle a little. "Fine, I guess I have to use the same plan I was planning to use whenever you were being negative about yourself" I say in a husky voice before trapping her between my body and a wall.

The small impact on her back makes her eyes shoot open. "A-Adrien!?" she yelps before blushing at the position she was in. I crack out out a smile, "one and only"

"Nonononono! This makes me accepting your love even worse! I could not only ruin you reputation as a hero, but also your reputation as a model-!"

I once again cut her off with a soft kiss. When I pull away, I press my forehead against hers.

"No, you won't. As long as I have you, I don't care how bad my reputation gets. I can always fix it, what I cannot help fix though, is my feelings for you. So what do you say, will you go on a date with me? Possibly become my little cloud of rain? So I can help you change back into the bight, beaming sun you were always meant to be?"

Y/n looks up at me with those big, lifeless, e/c eyes with the first emotion I've seen that night: hope.

"Yes, yes I will Adrien Agreste. But I'll warn you right now, I won't be easy" Y/n smiles sheepishly. "I'll prepare myself for anything that you throw my way that you won't even see it coming" I say, a smile brightly.

"Adrien?"

"Yeah?"

"I Lo....hold you up to that"

"I love you to, Y/n"

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