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Donut Diva #supershort #cuddlesandrage #weird #donut #doughnut #donuts #doughnut #foodhumor #foodie #breakfast #foodlover #food #diorama #handmade #polymerclay #clayfood #diva #selflove https://www.instagram.com/p/CC8jIQQp7TO/?igshid=vdkedrwybg3n
I See You Kitty Chapter 4 Miraculous Ladybug fic
Sorry its so short and very overdue!! I’ll be updating again this week!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
“You’re not the one I want in my bed… I’m not the song you want STUCK IN YOUR HEAD!” Marinette’s alarm blared the I Prevail song before she could drag the stupid puzzle piece across her phone’s screen to shut the alarm off. Marinette was a very sound sleeper usually but she fell asleep so easily that she had to have an extremely loud alarm combined with a difficult game in the morning or she would never be on time for her internship.
Ahh, my internship! Marinette jumped out of bed, throwing her covers aside as she scrambled over to her closet to find clothes to wear. I don’t have time for this! She thought as she tore through hanger after hanger looking for a suitable outfit for the day.
As carefully as she could in her haste, Marinette stripped out of her pajamas and threw them over her mannequin as they were a part of her new collection she was supposed to show to Gabriel Agreste himself on Monday. Wait… Monday? Marinette paused and looked over at her calendar before sighing and closing the closet door and leaning back against it. “It’s Sunday. I’m such a doof.”
“Uhm… Princess? Not that this isn’t a perfect way to wake up, but… do you think you could put some clothes on so that I can come out from under your blankets?”
“Chat? Wha… ohmygosh!” Marinette squeaked as she realized that Chat was still in her bed and had just seen her in only her bra and panties. “I didn’t realize you were still here!” She managed to yell as she threw herself inside her closet to put something on.”
“I’m sorry Marinette! I didn’t wake up like I usually do and then I heard you running around and I opened my eyes and I’m so sorry! I didn’t see anything. Well, I did, but not too much!” He smacked his forehead with his hand. “No, that came out wrong. I’m sorry. I’ll just stop talking now.”
“It’s okay Chat. It’s my fault. I got freaked out thinking that today was Monday but it’s not and then I forgot you were here since you weren’t on the bench and… I’m just a mess this morning. Ugh.” Marinette sheepishly exited her closet now fully clothed in black leggings and an oversized grey sweater.
Adrien’s heart, which still had not stopped pounding in his chest at the sight of Marinette standing across the room from him semi naked, skipped a beat as he took in his friend. Her hair was hanging haphazardly from the bun she put in last night and Adrien thought that he had never seen anything so beautiful before in his life.
What has gotten into me? Marinette had been a good friend these past years, and sure he flirted tirelessly with her as Chat, but he never thought of Marinette in that was before. But I am now.
“Chat? Did you hear me?”
“Sorry Princess, I was momentarily stunned by your beauty.”
“I don’t think that now is the appropriate time for flirting Chat.”
“Right. Sorry.” He smiled as he swung his legs over the side of her bed. He really didn’t want to get up, but couldn’t think of an actual reason to keep laying in Marinette’s bed now that the sun was starting to filter into her cheery room. “Repeat what you were saying?”
Marinette sighed but smiled. “I’m going to go downstairs and see if Maman and Papa have left yet for their delivery today. If they have, did you want to stay for breakfast?”
He knew he needed to get home before someone realized that he hadn’t come downstairs yet, but his stomach’s audible growling made his decision for him as Marinette laughed and told him that he would be right back.
Though he knew the kwami probably couldn’t hear him through the transformation, Adrien whispered, “sorry Plagg. I didn’t mean to stay the night here as Chat Noir. I’ll make it up to you with a whole pile of camembert later.” “Chat, you can come down now. The coast is clear!”
“Coming!” He started his descent down the stairs when a sound caught his attention. It sounded like a tinkling bell mixed with laughter. After a quick glance around Marinette’s room Adrien shrugged and followed his nose into the kitchen where Marinette had already started breakfast.
The pair ate in relative silence after Marinette finished cooking, but Chat could tell Marinette had a lot that she wanted to say.
“Thanks for breakfast Princess, but this cat really must head home before someone realizes he let himself out last night.”
“Well Marinette feels as though Chat should stop referring to himself in third person,” Marinette laughed as she grabbed his dishes from him and placed them in the sink.
They walked back up to her bedroom since it was easier for Chat to hide his leaving her home from the rooftops instead of walking out the front door of the bakery.
“Hey,” he turned to look at her as he put a hand against her sliding glass balcony doors. “I just… I’m here… if you want to talk about last night or anything really.”
“Thanks Marinette. I have to go, but thank you.” She smiled sadly as he turned away, opened his baton and jumped off her balcony railing to the next building.
After disappearing from sight, Tikki fluttered down next to Marinette’s bed. “It smells like him,” she said softly.
“What?” Marinette sat down on the corner and lifted a pillow to her chest.
“Your bed. It smells like him.”
“Chat’s kwami?” Tikki nodded, curling up on the pillow Chat had used. “Do you miss getting to see and talk to him?”
“It’s always hard to be away from him when we both have our Chosen. He’s my best friend.”
“Yeah,” Marinette thought about Chat Noir as she laid down next to Tikki as sounds of Paris waking up drifted through her still open doors, “mine too.”
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Time Poetry
Challenge, as a first try in english, based on a sentence randomly generated by the Magic Realism Bot.
A poet writes a sonnet that is made out of the past, present and future.
Woven delicately into words, the three directions of the time dimension struggle to not implode or tear each other apart, underlining the text with an unbearable tension but also a delicate balance.
The poet that managed this feat remains unknown, as all scientists scramble to interpret what his art means, for all the laws of the universe have been broken and submitted to his will in a single page.
The fabric of reality becomes thinner around anyone reading it, but that effect is known to be true for all good poetry.
The thrilling conclusion of “Race Ace!” - from the crime files of Dick Slappe! Hope you enjoyed this Golden Age inspired, super-short story. More soon!
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