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Marinette is tired of Chat Noir sleeping on her bed, so she finds an alternative.
(Unfortunately, there is no actual bed sharing.)
my tellonym: milkisande
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bed sharing
bed! bed! i couldn't go to bed,
my head's too light to try to set it down.
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MARINETTE knows who's knocking at her balcony door before they even introduce themselves.
Because only one person ever knocks on her balcony door.
She sighs, not even spending a moment's hesitation before shouting out, "it's open!", to whoever's outside. If Marinette's correct, and she knows she is, then he's not quite worth leaving the comfort of her bed for. And besides— she was finally getting to the good part of what she was reading.
The sudden vision of black that enters her sight only confirms her suspicions.
Marinette doesn't bother looking up from her book. "What do you want, Chat?"
Chat Noir laughs at her curt response, easily walking over to pick the book from her hands. "Meowch, what's got you so cold, huh, Marinette?" He asks, pointedly ignoring her irritated stare. "Didn't you mewss me?"
She takes the book back and rolls her eyes. "You'd have to actually leave for me to miss you."
"I did leave!"
"Yeah," Marinette replies dryly. "Last night. And the night before that. And the night before that. What does Ladybug think of you always stopping by here instead of patrolling like she asked, huh?"
"It's not like I'm not doing my job," Chat Noir shoots back, making it a point to sit next to her on the bed. "I'm protecting the innocent citizens," he points out, gesturing towards her. "Like you."
Marinette scoffs, then pushes him off. "Please, I can protect myself."
"Sure," he begins, an unentertained expression on his face as he tries to get himself back up. "But you can't do it in the same way a superhero like I can."
Ha! If he only knew.
Undaunted by his statement, Marinette puts her book down then peers over him at the edge. There's a twinkle in her eye, and a clearly amused look adorning her features. "Ah yes, how lucky am I that one of the superheroes of Paris stops by my house every night—," Chat Noir looks proud of himself, "— to steal my snacks, hog my bed, and basically regularly annoy and stop me from enjoying my peace and quiet! Like a regular housecat."
Chat Noir tries to protest, but the bar of chocolate he had swiped from her study desk was more than enough proof for the two of them to know that she wasn't wrong.
Instead, he embraces it.
"Then please let me back on your bed, my owner?"
Marinette shivers. In distaste. "Ew. Gross. Never call me that again," she warns him, before shrugging to herself. "And besides, I got you a gift."
"Really!?" (The sudden excitement surprises Marinette, and she could almost swear that she saw his tail belt wag at the sudden news.)
Instead, she smiles and kneels down, before pulling out an air mattress from underneath her own bed. It's plain and black (and frankly doesn't look all that comfy), but they both know what it's coming to.
"I'm not going to—"
"Stay here!" Marinette says easily, patting the mattress next to her. "I got it just for you! Aren't you happy?"
Chat Noir's look of displeasure speaks volumes. Marinette simply decides that she cannot hear it.
"No way."
"Why not!?"
"Because it doesn't look comfy at all!" He argues, before adopting an almost completely whiny tone. "Your bed is so much better!"
"And it's only for one person, so if you want to stay here, then you have no choice but to stick with it."
At that, Marinette smiles triumphantly, before climbing onto her own bed and picking up her book again. "Now don't bother me, I'm at the good part and you talking will ruin it."
Chat Noir sighs, but defeated, crawls onto the mattress.
It almost gives under his weight.
Uncomfy.
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Chat Noir likes watching Marinette read.
It's the way that she becomes completely obsessed with it, almost as if all her surroundings (unfortunately including him) simply melted away. He loves her expressions, however, most of all— how she bites her lips during suspenseful scenes, knits her eyebrows together when a page makes her angry, and quickly wipes her face with her sleeve whenever she comes across a moment that's rather emotional makes her emotional. (Marinette makes it a point to never cry in front of him— probably to exert some sense of superiority over him. Cute.)
However, when Marinette suddenly sits up, leaning closer, eyes widening… those are the scenes that she's excited for the most. The scenes that make or break the whole book. The ones that she'll remember forever. And the ones that she'd absolutely commit murder if she were interrupted for.
So of course, it's at that exact moment Chat Noir grabs her arm and pulls her over.
As expected, she basically screams as she rolls downward, making face-to-face contact with the air mattress she supplied him with.
Completely unexpected, however, is for Marinette's sudden weight to make so much impact that he's suddenly bounced upward…
And consequently thrown off the bed, face-planting the hero onto the floor of her room.
"What the hell was that for?" Marinette almost screeches, as she begins to get her bearings. "I was on the page where he almost confessed his love to her!"
Chat Noir only looks dazed— still in shock over suddenly being thrown into the air.
He looks at her, then offers a lopsided smile.
"You wouldn't share the bed."
"You want the bed?" Marinette asks, seething, as she begins to grab at the mattress. He's surprised to see that her body can hold the weight.
She inches closer to him, as the mattress— and Marinette— begin to look more threatening.
"Then I'll give you the bed."
"NO, MARI, WAIT—!"
And without a moment's notice, Chat Noir's met with a face full of mattress.
Then pillow, and blanket, and bedsheet.
The next time Chat Noir tries to come over, Marinette locks the door.
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i hate it here bYE ,, a lot suddenly came up today so i had to make this short ;n; also brain rot ideas that went all over the place bc later on in the fic i realized i wanted to go in another direction hHhhH !
anw no more self-hate have yall ever used an air mattress ? we used to have one when i was little and my family had a mean obsession of waking me up by yeeting me off the bed when they jumped on it . NOT FUN TIMES D: but i kinda find myself missing it sometimes lmao ,, so anyway :
thank you for reading! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～