#so yeah. someone Did lace up their clown boots before they hit post

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Punk!Marinette - A Short Drabble-

Marinette Helps Adrien out of a Tree

 I have been going down holes as I avoid spoilers. Even found my unfinished writing about Punk! Marinette just had to polish it up. Inspired from art under the punk Marinette tag and @musicfeedsmysoul12 who wrote some things on this au. 

Also I’m slowly posting my work at ao3 to make it easier to find, my username is bugaboo0scrambles for anyone interested. 

Marinette clicked her tongue with satisfaction. Admiring her work with her mirror. With years and years of practice, applying winged eyeliner still seems like a game of Russian roulette. Going perfectly amazing or making her say “screw it” before giving herself a smoky eye to cover it up the ‘step-sisters’ she painted on her lids. Yet, it was a part of her routine, something she kept since that summer ago spent watching strangers talk about products and brushes.

The laces on her boots drew out the gap between leather and skin as if it was a long sign. Marinette tugged on her laces tighter before reaching a fixed level of security. Fitting in like a second skin. Her hand smoothed over her slick new shoes, relishing its aesthetic allure and not helping the snicker that came up her throat. The heels on this pair were a whopping 3 and a half inches. Nothing major compared to the other shoes on display in the market, but it was enough to give her the needed height to make her a pinch taller then Alya.

With that, she carefully went down the stairs. Watching her step as she got comfortable to the new height. Accepting her death only twice while she barely caught herself from tumbling down the stairs.

Stuffing the long laces into the inside of her boots before making it out of the backdoor of the house. Her hand on the doorknob, other on her hip. Calling out to her parent goodbye as the front of the bakery buzzed with customers.

Nibbled on her maroon-stained lips before checking the trash can. Emptying it to before her parents forgot about it.  

The fresh air outside was mixed with the sounds of cars and that horrible unidentifiable “alley smog” rushing to her head. Pushing the plastic bag out the doorway and into the alley. Stepping out before her dad escaped the customers to plot a kiss on her daughter’s head. His beard carried traces of flour while his apron was clean except the splash of fruit-filling by his knee. Wishing Marinette good luck at school before he rushed to get more ingredients as her mother yelled from the front to take care.

Marinette lightly swept her bangs to get rid of her father’s messy, flour kiss. All while her nose crinkled at the smell of day-old eggshells and butter wrappers. Holding her breath and feeling her wrist twist as she opened the dumpster to throw in the trash. Not helping the gag that came up as the garbage smelt of sun-baked vomit cookies. Letting go of the metal lid causing it to slam shut. If her caffeinated tea didn’t wake her up, then that harsh sound did. Even scaring off the black cat that slept peacefully before screeching off into the street.

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“How lame.” Chloe scoffed. Rolling her head like a rag doll as she raised her sunnies from her clear-blue eyes. Her nails, done and polished, flicked the lone blonde strand over her ear.

“Nice shoes, Mari!” She yelled. Booming her voice through the quad. “Matches the whole clown suit too!”

Marinette flipped her off without even looking in her direction. Making her way to the other end of the school to meet up Alya. The one classmate that could manage a conversation with her without being intimidated.

Alya typed swiftly on her keyboard without bothering to look at the keys. A skill that Marinette envied and Alya swore to be like second nature after months of drafting sharp observations over comics, movies and Paris local heroes on her blogs. She sported the denim jacket Marinette decorated for her with patches and pins all with a khaki pleated skirt. Topping it off with her very own white-tee. Her new merch, a commission by Marinette, for her Ladyblog.  

“Alya.”

“Marinette.”

Marinette threw her bag under her before lifting her ankles to cross her legs. Rocking back and forth, waiting for the typing to slow down. Once it did, it reached a sudden stop.

Alya sighed and saved her work before tugging her bag on her lap. Sliding her laptop out of harm’s way.

“I got a new scoop last night.” Alya grinned. Relaxing into her seat. Crossing her glossy legs.

“You will never believe what I saw, girl!” Jumping on Marinette as stars lit up in her eyes. A quick transition from her blank expression earlier. Marinette, knowing where this was going, played dumb.

“Let me guess,” Mari hummed, narrowing her eyes at nothing in the distance. Only to get spooked when Alya shook her.

“AHH! I can’t wait! Just let me tell you!!”

Smirking at the journalist. Alya, as if her tongue was on fire, spit on her amazing story.

There she, in the middle of the night, getting a drink of water. Like how she always did when she was staying up late for an article. Only to hear a loud noise outside. Assuming it’s an Akuma before considering the idea of an earthquake happening in the middle of Europe or a plane crash. Incentively fishing for her phone to see the most amazing sight ever. The greatest thing to hit theaters in its time. The most inspiring and jaw-dropping things to ever live in black and white. The scaly, creepy Godzilla! Stomping out the streets of Paris in the dead of night. Apartments lights flicked on as the beast strolled through the street. Holding in its roars as it tossed its tail. Missing a building by a hair. With a “zip” and a “wow”, the Parian hero duo leaped neighborhoods and buildings. Chat Noir tossed his baton in the air, saving Ladybug by the fraction of second from being dino-chum as she twirled up into the air. Ladybug’s yo-yo looped around the monster swiftly with her momentum, tripping the beast toward the bottom of the Eiffel tower. With Chat Noir’s cataclysm ready, Ladybug called on her lucky charm and-  

“- and Agreste at 10.” Alya murmured. Watching Adrien come through the front door with Nino by his side. Laughing at each other as they look back to Nino’s phone. Marinette turned around, groaning- knowing this morning routine too well. Trying to make herself seem smaller as she pushed back her shoulders. Hoping to go under notice. Already feeling his lime-green eyes on her back.

“I’ll be hiding in a tree or at the art studio, whatever I reach first.” Already grieving the loss of a perfectly good morning. “Text me if you need me.”

“See ya.” Alya waved. Slumping back to the bench as Marinette rushed away in the opposite direction of Adrien.

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“Marinette!”

“Agreste.”

“Ah. . .Come here often?”

Marinette had to stop the snort that came up her throat. Being a second late as a small chuckle left her lips. Having to shut down her face to not give Adrien the fuel to keep going. Bring back that dull expression as she watched Adrien struggle a little bit more.

“I don’t usually come here, but if I do I’m not dangling out of trees.”

“Uh,” Agreste hummed. Unsure what to say as he felt the tingling of blood rushing to his head competed with the deep blush that appeared on his cheeks. Or maybe that was just the pain of his blood rushing to head. Yeah, maybe it was the blood rushing to his head. 

On the bright side, however, it made it harder to see if he’s blushing.

“I’m practicing my tree climbing. . . ?” He smugly answered. 

“Practicing,” Marinette repeated. Letting that lame reason melt on her tongue before she even thought of accepting it. Crossing her arms as she stuck her leg out. Her heel rocked back and forth on the dirt. Creating a little hole as she thought this over.

“I’m not one to try and get into someone’s business-”

“You’re not getting in my business. I MEan, I-I don’t mind you asking about it. .!”

Marinette kissed her teeth. “Right . . . “

Biting her lips as she left out a long sigh. Pitching the bridge of her nose, the click on her rings hitting her septum piercing. She’ll regret this, she knows it already. She just had to humor him, even if it was a little longer.

“So Agreste. I would hate to bother this,” Marinette motioned. Her hands raised up and down and around. “But you seem like you need help? Do you need help to get down?”

“. . .Actually, yeah.”

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“Why is Marinette pulling Adrien out of a tree?” Alix questioned. Pointing out the window when Alya and Mylene came over. Her finger covering the odd scene outside.

The three girls press their faces up the glass as they watched the commotion outside unfold.

“It looks like Marinette is shoving him in a tree to me...” Alya mumbled. Squinting her eyes before she removed her glasses. Rubbing them quickly against her shirt before pushing them back up her face.

Mylene bit her thumb, “Do you think we should go and help them? Maybe they-”

A muffled thump hit the ground. A puff of dirt rising in the air, covering the teens outside. Coughing as they waved the dust away. Marinette smoothed the dirt off her jacket as Adrien groaned.

“I think they’re fine.” Alya hummed. Returning to her notebook.

“Okay, so what did you get for question seven?”

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ATEEZ as Types of Students in Majors

Hi all! This is my first ever post for ATEEZ. I love them so much ugh. I hope you’ll support and look forward to my future fics❣️

Hongjoong (The Arts Kid)

He’s from the Sonic Arts course at your school

And this boy.

Everyone knew him

He made sick beats and dope ass mixes

He was also the president of the music production club

EVERYONE THINKS HE S SO COOL

“Hey Joong, you free after school to listen to my track?”

“Joong, do you mind helping me with my live sound class project?”

“Yo my dude, I need someone to help me create an original soundtrack for my theatre group.”

He. Was. That. Bitch.

He has so many projects under his belt and yet he never wavers

And he’s so kind -

“Sure I can help. When is your deadline?”

“I’ll come over to your classroom to discuss your project. What time do you end class?”

Sometimes he sleeps in the recording booth during lunchtime

He doesn’t want to look tired infront of his Lecturers and peers

Reaches home after 10PM Everyday

Of course he doesn’t forget to do his own work

He isn’t Kim Hongjoong for no reason

Seonghwa (The Science Wiz)

He’s from Biomedical Science

All the girls love him!!

All the boys want to be him

Such a sweetheart

That even Lecturers were fond of him

Always the first one in the lecture hall and science labs

Always the last to leave class

“Mdm Lee, do you need help carrying those reports back to your office?

“Ah yes, thank you Seonghwa. You didn’t have to.”

The class always moves as one because of him

He keeps everyone organised so he’s the unofficial official leader of the class

Eats lunch with the whole class. Literally. For reals..

He asks everyone out to lunch

AT THE SAME TIME

Leads everyone into the campus cafe

Breaks the awkward silence with :

“Is everyone seaTED PROPER??”

His classmates think he’s strange but he just wants everyone to be included

He’s the sweetest

Yunho (The Prodigy)

He’s from Engineering but not just any kind of engineering — he’s in aerospace engineering!!

Aspires to be the Einstein of aircrafts

But he’s always LATE

Apologises so many times it’s comical

“This is my report, Mr Kang vetted it yesterday so I’ve made the necessary amendments- speaking of amendments.. I’m so sorry for being late today.. and yesterday and last week too.”

Everyone likes him

He’s a cool guy especially because he answers all the Lecturer’s questions so the class doesn’t have to

“I know it’s a change but can anyone other THAN YUNHO answer my next question?”

LoVES PRACTICAL LESSONS

He gets to wear his one piece jumpsuit and boots so he’s like !!!

Always volunteers during demonstrations

Does well at every practical

So he stays back a little after school to explain to those who didn’t get it

“The practical exam is tmr.. does anyone want to go over the concepts again together? I don’t mind staying!”

Looks like a show off to others but his own classmates know he isn’t like that

Is appreciated by all his peers

Yeosang (The wallflower)

He’s from the Journalism course

He’s quite popular amongst the ladies

Not just for his looks but he’s low key amazing at taking photos

He owns a shelf collection of cameras and drones

His drone shots are *insert a chefs kiss*

Works part time as a photographer for a modelling agency

So after school he’s like BYE FELICIA

Everyone’s like “how is he nOT THE MODEL HIMSELF??”

Besides his dope camera skills

He writes well too

His best works are in lifestyle and community articles

The editor of the campus newspaper has him on speed dial

“Hey yeos, so there’s an event happening at the school’s open area. And Hongjoong’s producing their music! Think you could get some nice shots of him DJ-ing and interview some people for a story?”

“Say no more fam” Yeosangs already on his way

He’s quiet but reliable

“Do you need help adjusting your camera’s settings?”

“Here hand it over, I’ll set it for you. You won’t have to change it afterwards unless you’re filming outdoors.”

An actual angel and will go out of his way to help

If anyone needs a real life super man, Yeosang’s the one

Mingi (The Hardworker)

He’s from Architecture and boy is he

A clown!!!!

Wears formal clothes to class like ??

His bag is a briefcase

One word ..

Odd fleX

Walks into the class 2 minutes before it begins

Strangely enough he’s more responsible than he is tardy

Always has all his work supplies and notes ready

Is a total goof in class

“Can anyone tell me why the Burj Khalifa is one of the tallest buildings in the world?”

“Because it drank lots of milk”

“Okay thanks for that Mingi”

“I mean that’s why I’m so tall”

But when it comes to the actual projects and work,,,

boy goes all out

No one touch him while he’s working

Don’t say I didn’t warn you

He’s so focused. He can finish a draft in half a day.

Is usually one of the first people to leave the class

Prefers to work alone at home so don’t expect to find him anywhere in school after curriculum hours

Can work under pressure

He’s pulled several all nighters and he’s really ;

Productive!!

Works hard no matter what time of day

San (The Overly Friendly Kid)

This kid is from the Events Management course

And he loves his course!!

LOUD SO VERY LOUD

And everyone knows him

Not because he’s loud but because his name is literally one syllable

“SAN” here

“SAN” there

Everyone just loves this guy

He’s so lovable and cheerful people want to be around him

When there’s a project, San’s the first person people want in their team

And whoever gets him in their team is one lucky bastard

He gives great ideas

But he’s a little too chatty

Though no one gets tired of him

Everyone’s just like :0

On the day of the event project you can bet your ass San will step up

“Could we get those tables over here please?”

“The buffet should come in at 10AM.”

“Yeah Yeosang should be coming later today to cover our event for the paper.”

“Hey your shoe lace is untied..”

Bends down to help you tie your shoe laces

AAAAAAAAAH he’s so princely on event days

When he’s such a mess during class

The duality of this kid

Wooyoung (The Charmer)

He’s from Sport Sciences

HES A sTRAIGHT UP BEAST

Definition of a flirt!!

While he’s scaling the rock walls, his ears can pick up on voices

Specifically.. voices of those fawning over him

He turns his head and smiles boyishly

“Hey you, what are you up to? Wanna grab lunch together later?”

Such a baBE

Whether if he’s in the exercise labs or in the gym... he’s so per fect

His classmates usually ask him for favours like:

“Ah you want me to pace you around the track? sure don’t be shy HAHA, meet you there in 10.”

5 minutes later he’s alr dressed in running attire and a headband

“Don’t forget to stretch, bud. You don’t wanna get a cramp mid run HAHA.”

Very big on his ‘HAHA’

“Your lab report on muscle density was amazing! I read it thrice HAHA.”

Speaking of reports, he loves procrastinating

BUT he’s the type of person who’ll be able to complete it right before the deadline

We’re talking 10 minutes before the deadline kind of last minute

His work isnt perfect but he manages to scrape by

Lucky boy right here

Jongho (The Culinary King??)

He’s that screaming kid from Culinary Operations

He’s not the brightest bulb there is

But he works really hard

Burned the kitchen once though

And set off the fire alarm and sprinklers twice

His cooking is a hit or miss

Sometimes he makes Michelin type foods

Other times.. let’s just say that everyone needs to evacuate the school

“Jongho your apron is on backwards.”

“Did you wash the veggies Jongho?”

“ThE STOVE JONGHO YOUR PANTS ARE ON FIRE!!”

Something always happens in the kitchen

But in theory class, this boy is a whole different person

Scores full marks

Model student

Just that he isn’t too good at practicals

You’ll find him in the library at lunch

He’ll be reading but he’ll also be napping

He’s cute tho

His tenacity and passion makes everyone love him even with his clumsy tendencies