Summary:
Tikki gives advice. Marinette kind of listens. Chat is confused. Marinette is confused. Tikki is confused. I, the author, am confused.
Notes:
hey look i didn't completely forget about this fic! Sorry, it took so long! No real reasons other than i have no idea how i want this to go, i dont usually write long stuff. Anyway, enough rambling, hope you enjoy!
Marinette quickly made her way up to her room. A passing hello to her parents and a promise to tell them all about her date later, as she went.
Tikki flew out of her purse as soon as the door was closed. "That was so cute!" She squealed.
Marinette sat on her bed, barely listening to the kwami, Adrien's shirt now a crumbled ball in her hands. "Yeah."
"What's wrong? It went well." Tikki flew to float in front of her charge worriedly.
"Everything is a mess." She flopped back onto her bed with a groan.
"Marinette," Tikki sat beside her head, "you're over thinking. This went well, stop worrying about what else for a little." She said softly
Marinette turned her head to look at the small ancient being, unsure. "But there's so much going wrong."
"Maybe," Tikki agreed, "but there are things going right too, you deserve to be happy and focus on that for a little while at least." She argued, giving her charge a small, encouraging smile.
"I guess." Marinette sighed, slowly sitting up, "I could be positive. The date went well. But Chat..." She paused and began carefully folding Adrien's black shirt.
Tikki gave her a sympathetic look, "Marinette you are the nicest, most talented, amazing person. If Chat really is with other people, he is stupid." She crossed her arms.
Marinette smiled softly at her kwami. "Thanks, Tikki," she stood and went over to her desk to place Adrien's black shirt next to Chat's white one.
She would have stood there, staring in contemplation for who knows how long, if a knock on her roof hadn't jolted her from her thoughts. She looked at Tikki eyes wide. Chat had to come now of all times.
"Talk to him!" Tikki urged excitedly before darting to her usual hiding spot.
Marinette took a deep breath staring at her trap door like it was a bomb about to go off, although that description probably fit her better in that moment.
She opened the door and climbed out.
Chat leaned against the railing without a care in the world, a smile on his face.
"Hey pur rincess," his voice came out deep and breathy, and it did things to her. That was not fair.
"Hello, Chat." She frowned, crossing her arms and looking at the empty space beside him.
"Is everything okay?" His posture and voice changed in a snap as he worried.
"I don't know Chat, is it?" She bit back.
"What?" He stilled.
Okay, so maybe her comment hadn't made any sense but she was angry and couldn't find the right words to say. So, once again, instead of giving him a proper response like the smart side of her brain desperately encouraged, she just glared.
"Mari, I'm sorry I haven't seen you in awhile. I tried to come I really did, leaving things as we had..." He rambled, at a loss.
"That's not it Chat." Her voice kept its edge but her shoulders slumped slightly, being mad at him was harder than she anticipated.
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Romance"You're beautiful," Adrien hummed enjoying how he could see the red blush travel from her face to across her chest, upset he couldn't see her eyes. "You're just saying that to get in my pants," she responded sinking her head to rest against his body...
