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Chat Noir needs to focus, but Marinette can't stop laughing.
my tellonym: milkisande
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blep
and i guess he was cute,
and i guess he was sweet.
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MARINETTE'S been laughing a lot.
Chat Noir looked up at her, confused to see that she'd been staring at him the whole time.
Was she laughing at him?
Catching his gaze, Marinette immediately looked away, biting her lip as she tried (read: failed) to keep in her giggles.
"What are you laughing at?" Chat Noir finally asked, pointing the whisk he'd been holding at her. He pouted. "Tell me what's so funny."
She shook her head, smiling.
Then in a sing-song voice, "nothing~!" Marinette simply went back to mixing her bowl, the ever-present grin still on her face. "Just get back to working on that." A snicker. "Remember to focus."
Huffing at her vague response, Chat Noir returned to work, putting down his bowl, as he grabbed another egg from its case.
From all the things he'd planned on doing that weekend, Chat Noir didn't expect one of them to be baking macarons with his long-time crush and civilian best friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Not that he really minded, at the beginning.
Her parents were gone for the week, and his dad was (thankfully) away on a business trip, so the hero was somewhat free to do whatever he wanted.
But halfway through their baking together, Marinette started laughing.
It was cute, at first; he loved hearing and seeing her laugh— it was one of his favorite expressions on her (#1 would arguably be the sheer ferocity in her eyes when she was faced with injustice; there was just something so heroic about it— something that brought with him a wave of strange familiarity), but her laughter, at some point…
It was starting to drive him insane.
She would laugh out of nowhere, almost always when he was focused on some task, effectively snapping him out of the 'zone', where he would often catch her eyes on him.
Chat Noir was starting to feel self-conscious (He'd gone on multiple bathroom trips, and there was nothing on his face! The hero couldn't understand her at all.)
He sighed, deciding to go back to the task at hand.
Narrowing his eyes, he carefully broke the egg—
Only for Marinette to burst into a fit of giggles.
Chat Noir couldn't take it anymore.
Putting down the baking utensils, he walked over to her, as she was gasping for air.
"Tell me what you're laughing at!" He demanded, only for the girl to shake her head.
"It's nothing, it's—," she giggled, attempting to swat the hero away as he grabbed her hand and leaned over her, as she found herself backed to a counter. The bowl of filling she'd been holding served as the only space between them.
Surprised, Marinette looked up at him, that bright smile still on her face.
Cute.
"What are you doing, kitty?" She whispered, her voice effectively making his heart skip a beat.
He looked at her, still in shock with the fact that Marinette hadn't pushed him away.
He bit his lip.
"What do you want me to do, purrincess?"
Chat Noir's voice was low, and from their proximity, he could feel the girl shiver.
He reveled in that feeling.
She looked up at him, eyes swimming with something that was too dangerous for either of them to name.
He gulped.
"I think you know the answer to that."
Chat Noir studied her, almost intensely. Did she mean what he thought she did? What he wanted her to think?
He stared at her lips.
They looked soft.
They looked sweet.
They looked absolutely purrfect.
And he began to lean over, before he found them curving into a grin, when suddenly…
Another full-on bout of laughter.
There were tears on Marinette's eyes at this point as she looked away, leaning over the counter in a desperate attempt to gasp for air.
At this point, Chat Noir was going insane. "What's so funny!?" He finally cried, as Marinette only looked at him in complete entertainment, wiping away her tears with her finger.
She took a deep breath in, then finally, finally, decided to answer.
"It's your blep," Marinette confessed, eyes still twinkling.
Chat Noir only looked at her in confusion. "My… what?"
"You know that thing cats do?" She asked. "The really cute thing where they suddenly stick their tongues out?"
Oh yeah.
His eyebrows knitted together. "Sure," he responded. "What about it?"
Marinette grinned, then pointed a finger to his chest. "I think you're more kitty than you realize, Chat," she laughed. "You do it subconsciously."
Chat Noir brushed a finger to the corner of his lip.
"I do it subconsciously?" He echoed, confusion etched into his features.
The girl only nodded. "Yup!" She responded. "It happens when you get really focused, your tongue just peeps out and… blep!"
Marinette laughed at the hero's blank expression.
Had he been doing that all this time?
Realization dawned on him as he stared at her. "So that's why you've been laughing?" He asked. "Because of my blep?"
"Yeah! I think it's adorable that you act like a cat sometimes, without being fully aware of it."
"And I was doing it earlier, when we were about to…"
Chat Noir immediately paused, turning red, as the girl only looked at him in entertainment.
"Yes," she responded, a coy smile on her face. "You seemed to be really focused on my lips."
He looked up, down, anywhere that wasn't right at her. "Well," he mumbled. "Your lips look really good."
"I'm sure they taste just as good too." She responded, the smile still on her face as she dipped her finger into the bowl, putting it into her mouth. "I've been tasting the filling to make sure it's purrfect, after all."
Her tongue darted out to lick a stray piece of filling that was left behind at the corner of her lips.
He gulped.
Was a blep supposed to make him feel this way?
She looked victorious, as his eyes followed the movement of her lips. Marinette looked up at him, almost expectant:
"You can try it, if you'd like."
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im uploading at like 11pm bc this is my only free time now :DD gonna go straight to bed after this bc i'm also on the verge of passing out irl life is hard sometimes . but writing fics and knowing people actually enjoy what i write makes things worth it :")
on other news, i started working on a new fic ! have a vague idea of where it's going, and have some stuff written down already, so i'm very excited ! (in line w that i'm jus wondering if anyone would like to beta read them? ^^ gonna b honest i have no idea how betas work but a lot of authors have them and i'd like to try mayb e ,, only reqs r that you're patient n nice bc like marinette im mia 90% of the time + am an emotional disaster wheee) anyways !
thank you for reading! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～