And Tonight Will Be The Night I Will Fall For Yew

and tonight will be the night i will fall for yew

*Tikki and Adrien shenanigans, if they were together, they would always be fighting over food because they both are big sweet-tooths*

Adrien: Can I have some?

Tikki, *mouth full of cheesecake*: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it

adrien’s never been used to a lot of noise in the first place.

when he goes over to marinette’s place for the first time; its almost scary how differently they live. where he lacks, she always picks up. she fills in the silence when he doesn’t feel like talking and even more so when he cant. bouncing legs, pencils on paper, the rhythmic clicking of her sewing machine, background music because she can’t focus without it—adrien’s never been used to something other than silence. marinette makes music by just being alive. whenever they’re apart (which is never), they face time, and he listens to her hum while she sews him a jacket they worked on the design for together. full of spikes. she pricks her fingers constantly, and he’s always the one to bandage her up if he’s there (she’s too focused to stop). he walks around his empty house and feels less alone with her in his hand, even if its just on the phone. phones are made for talking, though, aren’t they? marinette never makes him feel like he has to. on bad days, neither of them have to. others, she sits him down and does his makeup. listens when he does talk. or offers to give him a piercing in which he inevitably agrees to because of course he’d let her stab him with a needle. he’d let her do anything, really. marinette’s just fine holding the eyeliner. or a needle. or his pinky finger while they walk. she hasn’t gotten used to the hand holding-thing yet.

Adrien's versions🐈‍⬛

Cms by Đi Bụi

She finally gave in and told Chat more about who she likes. He's not very good at cat-ching context clues

Nino: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Adrien: They do

Nino: ... Why did you say that with such certainty?