I'll try to write a summary of my day or important events every single day (unless I don't), sort of like a daily journal.

One shots of different ships, identity reveals and alternate universes as well as some crossovers. ships include: adrienette, marichat, ladynoir, some ladrien, djwifi, gabenath, marcaniel, julerose, kagaminette, lukanette etc. (￣_￣|||) disclaimer: all one shots are separate stories so they don't continue after the chapter is finished. 🏃‍♀️if you're looking for a particular ship run to the content page and choose one :) I also am a terrible drawer so ya I didn't draw the cover all credits to the amazing talented artist :) Copyright: I do not own the copyright for miraculous characters... etc. Will be updating as much as I can! but I am a procrastinater so ye comment and vote or hawkmoth will turn u into a frog enjoy little akumas :)

When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate." Season 1 of Romancing The Writer *** Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman. "You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her. "You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts. And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it. "Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative. "Oh. Right."

Every song there is to sing in Steven Universe. Audio is included! (Duh)