Another crazy prompt, following up on the Croissadrien series :D
Also, I'm trying out the queue for the first time, let's see if that works x)
For everyone who sent me a prompt, I'm working on it, don't worry!
And a big thanks to Chat_Coccinelle for suggesting this!
Enjoy~
"I thought you loved me.", Marinette whined, leaning back in her desk chair. The sewing machine stayed tauntingly still, as if it wanted to mock her, "Please, c'mon…"
She groaned in annoyance as nothing moved, leaving her room in silence. The sewing machine wouldn't work, no matter what she tried. She'd tried opening it, looking at the insides herself to find something but everything had been okay.
Cutting it off from power, reconnecting, knocking, pleading, exchanging threads – nothing.
Nothing worked and she had to finish her project by next week.
She'd probably have to cuz her lunches in university short and pay her part of the shared rent a month late if she had to buy a new one. Unwillingly, Marinette sat up and glared at the useless traitor that dared calling itself a sewing machine. Not a chance with that thing.
Unconsciously, she stretched out her hand and brushed over the fabric that was laid out on the couch, waiting to be processed.
It was soft to her touch and she felt herself smiling, her fingertips curling in to feel the fabric with more pressure. It was not fuzzy or silky but rather thick, smooth. It was supposed to become a sweater until her sewing machine had selfishly decided to commit harakiri in the middle of working.
Damnit…
Her fingers caught a fold of the fabric between her ring finger and middle finger, trapping it and beginning to rub it together. Mmmmh, it was so soft, so smooth, so wonderfully heavy and mmmmmh this sweater would be awesome…
Well, or it would've been. She wouldn't be able to finish in time.
Now, finally, her head turned and she eyed the fabric, longingly, desperately. It promised comfort. It promised-… So much…
Before she knew it, she had slid from her desk chair, her cheek pressed against the fabric on the cushions, her upper body snuggling against the fabric.
Marinette moaned contently, nuzzling closer to the washed material. She would've presented this design to her professor, she would've praised her handiwork and once again named her the best student she had and then she would be able to show it in the university's fashion show. And then, after that, she would've been able to take it home, pull it on and snuggle with Adrien for at least a week in her semester holidays.
Gosh, it would've been perfect…
Her eyes opened again and she glared at the traitorous sewing machine. It wasn't even that old yet. And then just leaving her like that, stealing golden dreams from her. That was just-… Just-… Bad-mannered. Yes.
She groaned once again, closing her eyes and turning her head to the other direction, determined not to give this unholy abomination any more attention than it needed.
A click ripped her from her calming cuddles and her eyes widely opened, spotting Adrien standing in the doorframe, his phone lifted.
"Oh, Alya's gonna love this.", he smirked, glancing around his phone to meet her gaze with an amused expression, "Revenge is sweet, m'lady, that's for last time."
"Adrien!", she exclaimed, indignant while getting to her feet, but he already cackled and ran away. A smile spread on her lips and she chased after her boyfriend, "Delete this!"