Would you do "I almost died" with marichat? Maybe With Marinette saying it? Thank you so much I love your work!!!💜💜💜
Thanks, @mermaid-tori! Hope you enjoy this drabble. <3
“I almost died, Alya,” Marinette groaned, glancing at the phone as she pulled a stitch closed. “You should’ve seen his face. He looked so confused.”
“Well, you did kind of scream at him,” Alya replied through the speaker.
“I didn’t mean to! He gave me that little smile, you know the smile he I’m talking about, and everything in my head emptied out and all I could think was–”
“ADRIEN! WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?!” Alya mocked before falling into a fit of giggles.
“I think I’m depressed now.”
“Chin up, buttercup. So you made a fool of yourself in front of Adrien today. There’s always tomorrow.”
“To make a fool of myself again?” Marinette asked, dropping her chin in her hand as she looked down at the phone on her desk. “I wish I didn’t like him so much. It would make life a whole lot easier.” She glanced back at the sudden tap from above. “Hey, Al, I need to go.”
“See you in the morning. And hey, don’t worry too much. I’m sure Adrien thinks you’re cute when you scream random nonsense.”
Marinette’s cheeks burned as Chat Noir slipped in through the skylight. “Yeah, right, thanks.” She hit the end button and turned to her visitor. “I didn’t say you could come in.”
“You looked at me.”
“Because you tapped on my window.”
Chat Noir smirked. “Would you like me to go back outside so you can properly invite me in?”
“No, sorry, I’m not in the greatest mood.”
“Because you yelled at the boy you like?”
Marinette winced. “Heard that, did you?”
“I think you made the earth shake earlier when it happened,” he teased.
“Don’t be mean to me. I’m really embarrassed.”
Chat Noir flushed. “I promise I’m not trying to be mean. It wasn’t as bad as you think it was.”
“How would you know?” she grumbled.
“Why are you so nervous around this guy anyway?” he asked, ignoring her question.
“He’s…you wouldn’t understand.”
“I’m betting I would, Princess.” He sat down in the desk chair beside her. “Explain it to me?”
“I like him, okay? He’s gorgeous obviously…but he’s also sweet and smart, really smart. He’s funny too. Not all the time or anything…it’s almost like he forgets he’s allowed to be funny sometimes. Does that make sense?” She shook her head. “Probably not. I don’t even know what I’m saying. I guess I can’t really put it into words. All I know is seeing him makes my whole day better,” she shrugged. “Pathetic, right?”
Chat Noir swallowed thickly. “And…and you’re talking about Adrien? Adrien Agreste?”
“I thought you knew that.”
“You really like him that much?”
“Oh,” he breathed.
Marinette turned her chair towards him. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”
He stood quickly, knocking the chair away with a wince. “Sorry, uh, you know, I don’t think I’m feeling great actually.” He tripped over his tail backing up to the ladder and stumbled, catching himself against the railing. “See you…see you later, Marinette!” he called, voice high as he scrambled back through the skylight.
“So that was weird,” Marinette commented as Tikki zipped out from her hiding place. “What do you think that was about?”
Tikki tried to hide a knowing smile. “I haven’t the slightest idea, Marinette.”
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