this is super quick and i did it for an anon on tumblr so i really hope they like it lmao

i only read over this a couple times so i'm so in advance if this is super ooc and jsut bad in general ajshdalkjhdakj


He's laying on her bed while she's flipping through magazines for inspiration. She can hear his voice from her computer, floating over the railing. It's low, a soft rumble. Comforting.

He hits a sour note.

Well, at least a little bit.

She spins around in her chair, flopping the magazine over her face.

"Ugh."

Why did she have to get a block now of all times? Her final is due in three weeks and she hasn't even started sketching. Time is running out and she can feel the anxiety of it all creeping its way into her stomach, can feel its greedy little fingers reaching for her throat. Oh God, she's going to throw up.

Yanking the magazine away, she quickly stands up and starts pacing. Her lip feels raw from all her worrying, but she just can't help it anymore. As long as she keeps her mouth occupied, nothing will come out. At least that's her theory anyway.

If only all those akuma attacks hadn't started popping up. Of course it's the end of the year, which only means people are getting more frustrated and stressed and annoyed because holiday shopping is stressful in itself and students have their finals to finish and she happens to be one of those students and why can't she just get some stupid inspiration already!

"Relax, Marinette."

Had she said all that out loud?

"I can't do this," she whines because hey, she's stressed and she's having a rough semester and she deserves this moment of weakness.

He's making his way down the stares as he rolls his eyes at her. "Come on," he says on the last step. "I know you're great, you know you're great. You'll get this done, you'll be just fine."

He already has his hands on her shoulders before she can even pretend to be annoyed that he came down to talk to her.

His smile is gentle and comforting, just like the rest of him and she really appreciates it. The warmth radiating from his hands makes her want to lean into all of him and just hug him for the rest of the day, but he opens his mouth before she can do anything about it.

"Do you want to talk to me about it? Help come up with a few ideas?"

They'd tried it before, just letting the conversation flow until something would eventually spark an idea, but so far it hadn't worked. Her shoulders sag and she's hugging him without a second thought.

"How about we play a word game?" He offers.

She nods into his shoulder.

"Alright, I'll say a word and you have to say something on the letter it ends with." He squeezes her waist lightly.

"Okay," she mumbled into his chest.

"Okay, um...Floral?" His voice goes up like it's a question and she can't help but chuckle at that.

"In spring?"

"Groundbreaking," they finish together.

She laughs again then starts thinking. "Letter."

"Robot."

"Tornado."

"Origami."

She swears she can hear the grin in his voice and she wants to simultaneously hit and kiss him. Instead, she scoffs. "We literally just fought them, like, two days ago." Then she smacks him lightly, but he's laughing at her.

"But you have to admit, that was a pretty unique akuma."

She considers this. "Yeah okay, I'll give you that," she says, smiling.

"You're turn." He nudges her gently and she tightens her grip around him.

She likes the way he feels so safe and warm, likes the way his arms wrap around her, gently but firmly too. His head is resting on hers and she feels the press of his cheek on her crown, but it doesn't feel heavy. She wishes she could stay like this forever and not have to worry about any oncoming due dates and deadlines. She sighs.

"Irritation?"

He pulls back from her looking a little worried, which only makes the sudden lack of warmth colder. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"

What?

"No! No, not at all, sorry. I'm just-I'm still a little stressed."

His hands are tugging hers towards him and suddenly he's pulling her over to her chaise and sitting them both down on it.

"What was the assignment again? Like, the specifics." He's rubbing little circles over the backs of her hands. It's soothing.

"Literally nothing," she sighs. His shoulder looks inviting so she leans on it. "Which usually is a good thing but I just can't come up with anything for whatever stupid reason."

"I believe in you," he says as he kisses her hair. "What about snow?"

"I already did something like that this semester. And besides, winter is gonna be a popular theme with this final. I have to do something different."

"Beach theme?"

"Meh."

"Eiffel Tower?"

She looks at him. He smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry. What about Ladybug? Or an akuma theme?"

She pauses at that. Hmm. She'd never done anything like it before. After all, most of her time is spent avoiding associating her hero self to her citizen self. But, then again, it's just a final. It's not like anyone would find it strange. It's been done before, but that doesn't mean she couldn't put her own spin on it. She's even got personal insight on the whole superhero thing too. And she had been thinking about winter designs now that the harsher half of winter is settling in. Besides, she honestly doubts anyone else will be going for a superhero theme anyway.

The smile spreading on her face is so wide it almost hurts her.

"Adrien, you're a genius!" She's wrapping her arms around his neck so quickly, she doesn't even see the expression on his face when she kisses him.

When she pulls away, she's still smiling. "I love you, have I ever told you that?"

He looks a little surprised and he seems to be slow from shaking himself out of it, but then his smile is growing so big she can nearly count all his teeth. He let's out a laugh, loud and bubbly. She loves the sound of it, wants to kiss him again for it, but she also wants to listen to it a little longer.

"I could stand to hear it a little more," he admits through a couple of laughs. And then, he's leaning into her, his breath fanning across her cheek, and she can feel the soft, warm press of his lips over hers.

She closes her eyes and melts into him entirely.

He pulls away from her slowly. She almost follows him.

"I really do mean it," she breathes. "I really do love you."

His smile is gentle and warm and bright and he's leaning over to kiss her again, but he lightly pecks her nose instead. "I love you too." And then he gets her cheek. Then her forehead.

She wants to continue this, to only let thoughts of him consume her. But she really does need to start this final and it only gives her another reason to hate it.

Reluctantly, she pulls away from him and pouts. "I have to start my stupid final now."

"You're right," he says. Before she can say anything else, he's already up and grabbing her sketchbook. "Here." He hands it to her and she takes it, still pouting.

But then he wraps his arms around her waist and it feels so nice, so she leans into his chest. "You'll help me if I get stuck, right?"

He rests his chin on her head. "Of course."

She smiles and starts sketching.