#i’m almost done and i don’t want it to endddd

[metagalacticx]

i’m watching beef is anyone else watching beef

[aalissy]

Cat Got Your Tongue

Day 20 is finished!! Whoohoooo hehe! I can't believe we're almost done with Marichat May :O. I don't want it to endddd D:. Lemme know what you think of this chapter though :D!

AO3

Chat’s mouth fell open once he ducked into Marinette’s bedroom and caught sight of her. His eyes widened and he felt a silly smile begin to twitch at his lips as he saw her grin over at him.

“What’s the matter kitty, cat got your tongue?” Marinette giggled over at him as she twirled for him in her pink dress. 

“No, no. I’m sorry,” he shook his head to clear the haze that had taken over it and tried to stop his heart from beating out of his chest.

With another small twirl and a giggle, she asked, “So do you like it then?”

Chat blinked up at her after he got distracted from the shimmering gown, “Like what? Sorry.”

“The dress, silly,” Marinette snickered at him.

He gave his head a firm shake, trying to snap himself back into focus. The fact that his heart was still flip-flopping in his chest wasn’t helping any. Managing to give her a weak smile, he purred at her, “It looks purrfect, purrincess.”

“Aw thanks, Chaton,” she beamed at him. Her sapphire eyes gleamed happily up at him before she looked down at her dress thoughtfully, “I still have to make some adjustments though.” 

Smiling shyly back at her, “Well, I couldn’t even tell, honestly. It really is amazing, Marinette. Did you make it yourself?”

“Yeah, I did!” Marinette spoke gleefully, “I’m glad you noticed! I spent a lot of time on it. Especially on this thing,” she glared down at the pink butterfly on her waist, fingering it lightly.

Swinging down from the bed to look at her dress close-up, Chat gazed down at the butterfly with a small smile, “Well it’s pawsitively adorafur. You did really well on it.”

“I would hope so,” she blew out a breath, moving a hair that had come loose from her pigtails, “I spent hours making it look perfect.”

“So, I was wondering, where are you wearing this purrty dress too?” he said as a small, mischievous grin formed on his face. Adrien may know about Chloé’s ball, but Chat Noir didn’t. It was funny watching Marinette’s face scrunch up disgustedly as she talked about the blonde.

“Chloé’s having another ball and unfortunately everyone was invited so Alya’s dragging me along,” Marinette rolled her eyes, “I just hope it goes better than her last one.”

With a quiet chuckle, he grinned at her, “I’m sure it will, even if that girl can be clawful.”

“You’re telling me,” she rolled her eyes once again.

“So, have you got a date?” Chat asked slyly, wiggling his eyebrows up and down at her cheekily.

He wasn’t expecting Marinette to duck her head and blush. A silly smile formed on her face as she twirled one of her pigtails around. A strange feeling roared to life in his stomach. An uneasy, almost nauseous feeling hit him as he heard her giggle. This was something he never felt before. A small frown creased his brow before it smoothed over after she spoke, “I don’t know, maybe.”

It was weird how quickly the uncomfortable feeling disappeared, leaving behind an almost palpable relief. Chat barely realized when he was blowing out a quiet breath of relief. Slowly, he tensed though, “What do you mean, maybe? Are you thinking of someone in particular?”

“What are you jealous, kitty?” Marinette glanced up at him with a smug smirk. He froze up for a minute, eyes darting everywhere but on her. Her giggle stopped him though as she patted his arm softly, “Relax, Chaton, I was just kidding. I know you’re not jealous. That’d be silly.”

“O-oh, r-right,” he chuckled uncomfortably.

“But to answer your question, I really don’t know,” Marinette shrugged, “I’ll probably just go with Alya if I don’t get asked.”

Any last, remaining amount of tension drained from his shoulders. Curiously, he rolled them, wondering why they had tensed up in the first place. Clearing his throat, Chat gave her a small smile, “Well, I hope you have a fun time, purrincess, but unfurtunately this kitten’s gotta go. I’ve got photoshoots and homework to do. I’ll catch you later.”

“Goodnight, Chat Noir,” she giggled at him with a shake of her head as he jumped up onto her bed.

“Have a great night, Marinette,” he called over his shoulder before taking off into the night.