Could you write adrienette (or some variation of the love square) with number 75?
~I’m weak for Marichat, so that’s the love square corner we get.~Tay
“Don’t you dare bite me, I’m mad at you!” 899 words
If you asked either Marinette or Chat Noir how it even started, neither would know what to tell you.
Neither would be able to tell when Chat’s occasional visits turned into frequent ones, or when the jokes about him being a stray cat turned into him acting like one when he was around Marinette, but soon, late night cookies and conversation turned into scratches behind Chat’s ears and him nuzzling beneath Marinette’s chin.
“Are you always this touchy—like tactile?” She’s asked one night. They were sitting on the floor of her bedroom, the light of her lamp turning the room orange. “I mean, even when you aren’t Chat Noir?” He thought for a long while before answering.
“No, but I don’t know if the difference has to do with me outside the mask, or with Chat, or if it’s some combination of the two. It’s not that I don’t like touch when I’m not Chat, it’s just… different, I guess? I mean, there’s not many people to get touch from. Home is… I mean, I have my friends at school, but even that is pretty minimal. I think it’s why I like being around you so much. You fit my level of tactile.” He threw her a smile and she contemplated him for a moment before reaching out and scratching his ears.
“Silly kitty, just looking for scratches.”
“Especially if they come from you, Princess.” He leaned into her hand, and soon, they were both laying on the floor, Chat’s head on Marinette’s stomach and her fingers gently combing through his hair. They whispered about school and tv and the ladyblog until it was late at night and Chat’s miraculous began to beep. Chat groaned and Marinette giggled.
“Sounds like it’s time for a certain stray cat to make its way home.” Chat groaned, pressing his head into Marinette’s stomach. It startled a laugh out of her. “Chat, that tickles,” she hissed, pushing at his head with one hand. He slung a hand over her hip and refused to move. “Chat,” she whined. She felt him smile into her belly.
“Yes, Princess?” he purred smugly. She suppressed a giggle.
“Move, you stupid cat, or I’ll have to get you with a water bottle.” He gasped, scandalized.
“You would insult me so? Punishing me like some hand-biting stray?” Marinette snorted around a laugh, and, despite his tone, she could feel Chat’s grin against her pajama shirt.
“Chat, you are some hand biting stray.” He suddenly sat up, and looked down at Marinette, who leaned up on her elbows.
“Princess, you wound me with your words.” He took one of her hands and pulled it to him. He kissed her knuckles gently. “But, if you are to see me as some hand biting stray,” he looked up from her hand to meet her eyes.
“I should at least earn the title.” And with that, he bit the back of her hand. Marinette jerked her hand back with a snort of laughter, but pulled it too far, slamming her elbow into the hardwood floor. She groaned, clutching her elbow and rolling onto her side. Chat slapped a hand over his mouth to smother his laughter while Marinette swore at the floor, rubbing her elbow while trying to keep from laughing. Chat swallowed back his giggles, and reached out to Marinette, tugging her up into a seated position.
“Are you okay, Princess?” He asked. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Stupid cat,” she muttered. He smiled.
“Want me to kiss it better?” She laughed.
“I don’t trust your mouth,” she said with a smirk.
“Too many teeth.” Chat laughed and pulled her to him in a hug.
“I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you hurt yourself.”
“I really will get you with a spray bottle.”
“I could bite you again, you know,” he threatened. Marinette rolled her eyes.
“Don’t you dare bite me, I’m mad at you!” He leaned down and nuzzled under her chin.
“Not too mad, I hope.”
“I don’t know; you bit the hand that feeds you cookies. They specifically say not to do that.” Chat fell backwards in a dramatic swoon.
“Had I known that my chocolate chip cookies would be in danger I never would have bit you!” he cried. Marinette laughed and leaned over him.
“Serves you right, using me for free pats and cookies. And this is the thanks I get.”
“Marinette, you do know I appreciate you, right?” He asked, suddenly earnest.
“Oh, Chat of course. I was just joking, I didn’t mean to—“
“No, I know. I just wanted to make sure. I really do love spending time with you.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back. They looked at each other in the lamplight for a long minute before—
“You should get going, Chaton,” Marinette said as she got to her feet, dusting off her pajama pants and offering Chat a hand.
“Why are you always right,” he asked, allowing her to pull him up. They both went out onto the terrace and Chat perched on the railing.
“Good night, Chat Noir.” Marinette said with a small smile.
“Good night, Marinette,” He responded, smiling in kind. He stood up on the railing and gave her a two-fingered salute, before pulling out his staff and bounding away across the city.
Jesus is the only thing that can satisfy you. He is the only thing that will ever be enough. We were all created in His image and because we have that heritage He gave us we will always be craving Him whether we know it or not. The only thing that will ever fill that void in us that no boy or earthly thing can ever fill.. is Jesus.
He is enough, He is more than enough, and His grace is sufficient for you.
OMG IM FREAKING OUT can u fill me in on Lanas music?!?! Did she release something, eill she release an album soon or??????
She released the single of her upcoming album, which is called Love! It’s been uploaded to her YouTube, she’s changed her Facebook/Twitter header, and the era’s officially began! She’s yet to release an album, but it’ll be here in the coming months, I’m sure!
You see this face? This is the face of a boy in the most beautiful state of disbelief to ever exist. Stiles stilinski has loved Lydia Martin for years–since the third grade–and has always seen her for who she really is. He listened to her when no one else heard. He paid attention to her when no one else did. He remembered everything she ever tried to hide. He knew how smart she was despite how hard she tried to hide it, and he only loved her more because of it. He never underestimated her. He never sidelined her or blew her off or thought of her as anything less than important. He complimented her. He treated her as an equal. He did anything and everything for her. He risked his life to save hers. But, above all of this, more important than any of this, he LOVED her. He loved her before anything supernatural tested the limits of their emotions. He loved her before they had to fight for their lives and the lives of others. He loved her when he was just a boy and she was just a girl. He loved Lydia Martin like no one else has, and when he knew he was going to be completely erased from existence, he wanted to let her know that. After years of confiding only in his best friend about his feelings, after years of everyone but Lydia knowing about his feelings, after years of silence, Stiles tells Lydia to remember in any way that she can that he loves her. So, when his friends have saved him, when the love of his life made everyone they know remember who he is to bring him back, he finally gets to hear from Lydia. He never–not once–acted like he needed Lydia to admit anything to him. He never pushed her or pressured her or nagged her or coerced her to love him just because he loved her. He simply loved her, but he didn’t realize how, all this time, that was what was needed most. This is the face of a sarcastic and cocky boy with a heart so big that it stores not only unconditinal love but also immense darkness finally having all the love he gave given back. This is the face of a boy who can’t believe that the love of his life–the girl he’s always loved–loves him back. This is the face of a boy who’s heart is skipping beat after beat because he can not believe that Lydia Martin has come to love him. This is Stiles Stilinski learning that he is loved. This is Stiles Stilinski in heartachingly beautiful disbelief because he loves the same girl that loves him.
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I’m forming a squad, who else is down to wear trenchcoats and cargo shorts with sandwich bags sewed all over the inside and then liberate the Walmart bettas by pouring them into our many pockets and escaping the store undetected as human aquariums
liberated bettas will be sewn their own cargo shorts and given appropriate training so the cycle can continue