#the way he texts just gives me Lukas vibes

[quickspinner]

Under the moon, by the sea...

AU/Canon Divergent Lukanette First Date

“Well, the rules are clear, this entitles you to a rematch.” Luka smiled, putting the signed guitar pick back into the box and closing it in his slow, deliberate way. He closed his eyes for a moment and then gave her a sidelong glance. “Under the moonlight, by the sea…”

“Oh,” Marinette’s mind went blank for a minute, but she knew that song! She squeezed her eyes closed in thought. “Oh, it’s on the tip of my tongue…Under the moonlight, by the sea…” Her eyes flew open and she leapt to her feet. “Kiss me!”

Giggles erupted around them, and Marinette sat with a gasp, embarrassed, but Luka hardly seemed to notice.

“Okay,” he said quickly, and when Marinette’s eyes widened, he ducked his head, a hand going to ruffle his hair. “I mean, if that's what you want.

A reimagining of the first date from Truth, where nothing goes wrong and everything works out. Straight up self-indulgent fix it fluff. Except it's less that I fixed anything and more that I straight up ignored it.

Marinette was flopped on her bed with her homework in her lap, making faces at her math textbook. Normally she didn’t mind schoolwork, which was much more straightforward than fighting akumas, but she just couldn’t seem to concentrate after everything that had happened in the last few weeks. The text ding on her phone was a welcome distraction, though it took her a moment to find her phone in the blankets. Finally she pulled it out and opened the message.

It was a link from Luka. Marinette smiled at the preview. It was a cover of one of Jagged’s poppier songs…on a harp?

Love what they did with this, his next message read. Check it out next time you need a break.

Marinette giggled. I always need a break, she texted back.

I know, wrote Luka. Hopefully you’ll actually take one. 

Marinette pouted. I took one last night to check out Jagged’s new single when it dropped. 

I’m not sure it’s a break if you take it at midnight, Luka teased. Wasn’t it awesome though?

Marinette grinned. So awesome! It reminded me of his earlier work actually. 

Right? Total Candy Apple vibes. He must have been hungry. Hope nobody ate his cereal

Marinette rolled over and giggled. Before she could think of a response, her phone dinged again. 

Marinette

Marinette raised her eyebrows at that, feeling suddenly nervous. She waited, and nothing happened, and she could almost see him in her mind, the phone in his hands, his eyes closed, breathing slowly, in that deliberate moment of quiet as he paused to be sure he wanted to say what he intended to say. She bit her lip as she saw him typing, a little afraid of whatever he wanted to say that was so serious. 

The next message was a picture of a movie poster of Jagged Stone swinging on a jungle vine, a crocodile clinging to his back. Then, quickly after that,

Will you go on a date with me? 

Her mouth dropped open a little, and she turned, plunging her face into her pile of pillows, and squealed. It was so like Luka not to pull any punches. Her mind flashed back to listening to his song by the river, and the decisions she’d made that day. Marinette still wasn’t sure whether she could hold to those decisions...whether she could let go.

But Luka knew that, right? He always knew, and he was asking her out anyway, and… 

Marinette realized that she was waiting, unconsciously, for the follow-up text that would give her an out. Luka always gave her an out. He’d put himself out there, so many times...over and over, and…

And it really wasn’t fair to him, was it. Marinette blew out a slow breath. Yes, or no. It was a simple question. 

She picked up her phone with shaking fingers and typed, that sounds like fun

His response was instant. 

Great Check your schedule and tell me what time’s good for you, I’ll get the tickets.  gtg I need to play :)

Marinette couldn’t help smiling at his eagerness. She wondered what kind of music he would be playing. Maybe he’d let her hear it sometime. As she flipped through her planner and examined her schedule, she thought of the song he’d written for her, the care he’d put into getting it right. The way he’d waited, until she was ready to listen, despite how badly he’d wanted to share it with her. The way he knew when she wasn’t ready, but had trusted her when she said she was.

Her phone beeped again, and she looked back at it. 

Hey One more thing before I go If you change your mind it’s okay I know you’re going through some stuff so  If it feels like too much just let me know No pressure

Marinette pressed her lips together, and then smiled. Does this Saturday work for you? she sent back. 

***

Saturday found Marinette in a confused whirlwind, her room suddenly full of tiny gods ecstatic to be free to check out the world for the first time in who knew how long. Marinette couldn’t really blame them for their excitement, but she was hard-put to keep up with them, answer all their questions, and explain to them the rules they would have to follow if they wanted to stay out. 

She was breathless as she clattered down the stairs, trying to go down her mental checklist and make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. 

To her relief, Luka looked relaxed even though she had kept him waiting. He was making small talk with her parents, accepting her father’s teasing about their movie choice. He lit up, though, as he looked at her—in a quiet way, just a little more warmth in his slightly wider smile, and a slight change in his body posture as his focus turned to her. Subtle as it was, it made Marinette blush, and her parents exchanged knowing glances. All her other worries flew out of her head, and she was suddenly flustered for an entirely different reason. Marinette hardly knew how Luka managed to extricate them and say goodbye to her parents, but before she could pull herself together, she was walking through the door that Luka held open for her. 

Marinette gripped the strap of her purse as she remembered the little box inside it. Should she give it to him now? Or…was it weird? Maybe it was too much for a first date. It’s just, the opportunity had been there and the idea had hit her and she had just acted , but maybe it wasn’t a great idea, maybe presents on the first date were too much. They hadn’t even dressed up special for this. She glanced at Luka, but he was looking at the crosswalk light. 

Crap. They were already at the crosswalk. How long had they been quiet? Should she say something? She’d hardly managed to say anything in the house. Luka was a quiet guy, he probably wouldn’t want her to just chatter for the sake of it, but walking in silence like this was starting to feel…awkward. This was awkward! She was awkward, and stupid, and why couldn't she think of anything to say. Except this was Luka and Luka didn't say all that much and he seemed relaxed so maybe it was just her, and she was being weird and she should ju st say something —

“I'm really glad you’re coming with me,” Luka said as the light changed, touching her arm briefly before walking into the intersection. “My friends would have gone to humor me but you're the only one who's almost as big of a Jagged fan as me.” He bumped her shoulder with his arm as he said it, his voice taking on a teasing lilt, and when she looked up at him she saw that he was grinning.

“ Almost , huh?” Marinette shot back, matching his grin. “I think I'm better than almost .”

“Hmmm…” Luka raised his eyes skyward, as if considering. “Shall we find out?” 

“What do you have in mind?” 

“Lyrics and trivia,” he replied immediately, clearly prepared. “First person gives part of a lyric, second person has to complete it and name the album, then we switch. Two points if you get it right. One point if you manage to stump the other person. First person to twenty points wins.” 

“Bring it on,” Marinette declared, bouncing on her toes for the next couple of steps. 

“You’re confident,” Luka chuckled, and Marinette grinned back at him. “Okay, I’ll start. Everything’s brighter at the very top… ”

“ Larger than life, just like my croc .” Marinette pouted at him. “From Rock Giant , too easy. I’m insulted.” 

Luka laughed. “I didn’t want to scare you off right out of the gate. That’s two points for you. Your turn, hit me.” 

“ I kissed the pirate queen ,” Marinette quoted at him, eyebrows raised. 

“ It felt so sweet but she was so damn mean ,” Luka finished, and if his grin turned a little bit smug she couldn’t quit blame him. “It was on the first edition of Shipwrecked but not the subsequent editions. Sneaky, Marinette. I didn’t realize you were so ruthless.” 

“I like to win,” Marinette huffed, half disappointed and half impressed that he’d gotten that one. “Your turn, okay, what’s next?”

Before long the clues were getting shorter and shorter as they both tried to stump the other, and Marinette was having so much fun that she didn’t even mind that she was losing…much. This was Luka’s element after all and she was still giving him a run for his money. They were walking in the doors of the theater when she realized that his little contest had completely short-circuited any awkwardness between them. There hadn’t been any scrabbling for conversation topics and she’d been too focused to trip over her own tongue. She wondered if he planned that. Maybe. Did that mean he’d been nervous too, or was he just thinking about her? He seemed like he was having fun, though, diverting his attention from her only long enough to get their tickets and juice. It gave her an odd little flutter, to have his attention focused on her for so long, with no one interrupting them. When had that ever happened? Maybe a few times during their prep for the video contest, but not for very long. 

A plan formed in her mind as she realized how close Luka was to the twenty point goal. She shuffled her purse into her lap as they sat down. “Okay, I’ve got one. My guitar—”

“ Is my only family ,” Luka jumped in eagerly. “From his live concert album, I love that song!”  

“Wow,” Marinette sighed. “Twenty points to twelve, Luka Couffaine, you are officially the biggest fan of Jagged Stone. And” She reached into her purse and pulled out the little box offering it to him. “I think you’ve earned this gift.”

Luka’s surprise made her smile, and he took the box carefully with his long fingers and opened the lid. He gasped at what he found inside. 

“Jagged stopped by the bakery the other day and I asked him to sign it for you,” Marinette said, hunching her shoulders a little, but her embarrassment eased at the excitement on his face. 

“Well, the rules are clear, this entitles you to a rematch.” Luka smiled, putting the signed guitar pick back into the box and closing it in his slow, deliberate way. He closed his eyes for a moment and then gave her a sidelong glance. “ Under the moonlight, by the sea …”

“Oh,” Marinette’s mind went blank for a minute, but she knew that song! She squeezed her eyes closed in thought. “Oh, it’s on the tip of my tongue… Under the moonlight, by the sea …” Her eyes flew open and she leapt to her feet. “ Kiss me! ” 

Giggles erupted around them, and Marinette sat with a gasp, embarrassed, but Luka hardly seemed to notice.

“Okay,” he said quickly, and when Marinette’s eyes widened, he ducked his head, a hand going to ruffle his hair. “I mean, if that's what you want.”

Marinette’s shock melted into a smile. Always an out. 

“I think…yes. I want that,” Marinette said shyly, blushing and fighting the urge to cover her face. She moved as Luka shifted to face her, his eyes falling to her lips for a moment before closing entirely. Marinette let her own flutter shut. 

What came wasn’t the quick mashing of lips she had been half expecting, but something gentle and warm and more like a caress than anything else. His lead was easy to follow, her lips relaxing against his as they moved together. It was nice—more than nice. Her heart was beating hard as they leaned in a little more. 

A whoop and catcall from somewhere behind them brought her back to reality, startling them both out of the kiss so that they were staring at each other stupidly nose to nose for a moment before they both turned towards the noise. She wasn’t sure who exactly had done it but there were several people covering snickers, and one or two made kissy faces at them. 

Marinette’s cheeks flushed hotly, but Luka just met her eyes again and chuckled through his nose. “Sorry,” he whispered, touching her hand as he faced forward again. “Might have been smarter to wait until the lights go down.” He tucked the box she had given him into his breast pocket. “Thank you for this, Marinette. I’ll treasure it. And for…just now. I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages.”

“R-really?” Marinette said breathlessly, and immediately felt stupid as he turned a soft but knowing glance on her. “I-I mean. Thank you? I, um. Well, I—”  

Luka chuckled and offered her his hand. Slowly Marinette placed hers in it and let him lace their fingers together. “I’m really glad to be here with you now,” he said, and Marinette’s shoulders relaxed.

“Me too,” she whispered, as the lights dimmed, and she settled herself back in her seat, Luka’s hand warm and solid around hers. 

The movie was just as cheesy and silly as Marinette remembered, and Luka’s whispered asides had Marinette burying her face in his shoulder to muffle her laughter. Fortunately, the theater was not exactly packed, and no one made any effort to shush them. They both doubled over with barely suppressed laughter as Jagged threw himself dramatically into a mudslide down a cliff in the rain after his crocodile co-star, only to land up to his ears in a lake of muddy water at the bottom. 

“Back before the age of green screens,” Luka snickered in her ear. “How many times do you think they had to do that take?” 

The image of Jagged flinging himself repeatedly into the mud because the first take hadn’t been rock ‘n roll enough sent them both into another fit of giggles. 

It struck her suddenly that this was not what she had ever expected out of a first date. There were no flowers or fancy restaurants, and the movie was sweet in its own way but not really romantic . This was…this was fun . Low key. No pressure. Like Luka. 

But they’d kissed and they were holding hands, so it definitely was a date. She looked down at Luka’s hand still wrapped around hers. If it was Adrien who’d been holding her hand like this, so casually…

No, nothing was casual with Adrien. Everything was larger than life, huge and scary, making her knees weak and her heart pound and…that was how it was supposed to be, right? Maybe she and Luka…maybe they were just supposed to be friends. Maybe that was why this all felt so…comfortable.

Yet, as she contemplated the size of his hand compared to her own, the firm press of his long fingers between hers, the way they brushed her skin as he never could seem to keep them quite still, and the little sparks that seemed to travel up her skin…

She shivered and took a slow breath, her heart suddenly beating hard, her insides feeling like jelly… 

“Are you cold?” Luka asked, shifting slightly beside her. “You can have my jacket if you need it, I’m fine.” 

Marinette shook her head, still hyper-aware of their joined hands, of Luka’s thumb brushing over hers, their forearms pressed together on the arm rest. He was sweet, really, to be paying so much attention to her even with the film. She…really liked his attention, honestly. But…was it his attention, or would she have felt the same way about anyone who paid attention to her?

She looked up at Luka. Light from the film flickered over his face, showing her the content smile he wore and highlighting the sharper lines of his face, and Marinette felt a warm, fluttery feeling in her stomach. Sensing her gaze, he looked down at her. His smile warmed and widened and he squeezed her hand again. 

Marinette blinked, realizing she had been staring. She smiled at him, and his own smile grew again, and as he turned his attention back to the movie, she thought he might be blushing. 

Oh, she liked that, Marinette realized. She really liked that. Luka was so easygoing and self-possessed, and the idea that maybe he got the same jelly-like feeling on his insides that he gave her made her happier than it probably should. 

Marinette giggled quietly and snuggled against Luka’s side, resting her head on his shoulder. She felt him stiffen slightly and then relax again, and lean his head to rest lightly on hers. She felt that fizzing, fluttery feeling again, but the comfortable feeling was there also, and she didn't feel the slightest inclination to jump away from him or flee the situation. 

It was nice. It felt good. Her heart was beating faster, yes, but not in that way that made her feel like she was going to pass out or explode if she didn’t get away. 

No, no matter how different she felt, being with Luka, it was definitely real, and definitely more than friendship. It wasn’t the stomach-dropping, adrenaline-pumping feeling that stole her breath and scrambled her brain, but…maybe this was better. There wasn’t a single cell in her body that was afraid of Luka. She trusted him too much for fear, and he’d been so open with his own feelings that she couldn’t be afraid of rejection. The thrill she felt at his touch and the way she melted under his smile, those were real. Absently she lifted her fingers to her lips, remembering how much she had enjoyed kissing him.

Marinette felt Luka squeeze her hand and looked up to find him gazing at her with a soft smile. “Doing okay?” he asked, and she nodded, smiling as she curled her fingers and made a motion towards her hair, like she had been intending to smooth it aside and not thinking about kissing him. Luka leaned over a little and pressed his lips to her temple gently. 

Impulsively, Marinette raised her head and kissed him quickly, on the lips, and then settled back down against his shoulder before she could see his reaction, though she heard his quick gasp. Marinette smiled to herself, feeling proud despite her burning cheeks. Her stomach dropped for just a moment when Luka untangled their fingers, but settled again as soon as his arm draped around her shoulders. Without looking up she shifted to lean more comfortably against him, and raised her hand to where his rested on her arm. He let her twine their fingers back together over her shoulder, and she felt his chest raise in a sigh. Marinette peeked up at him. His eyes were on the screen but the way he was smiling, she was certain, had nothing to do with Jagged’s torn shirt pose against the sunset. She bit her lip, even though nobody could see her grin. 

They snickered together through the emotional climactic scene. “You’re gonna be all right, Big Chompy,” Jagged said solemnly, a sad smile on his face as the rain poured down on him. “Yeah. You always were.” 

Marinette and Luka collapsed against each other, trying desperately to muffle their hysterical laughter. It didn’t really matter, though, as everyone in the theater was laughing along, except for one grumpy viewer in the front that threw popcorn at the screen. 

“What did he expect?” Marinette whispered, and Luka snorted. 

“Some people love to hate,” he whispered back, grinning. “I think we’re having a lot more fun than him though.” 

Finally the credits were rolling, and Luka and Marinette stood up, both stretching before making their way out of their seats. 

“That was definitely even stupider than I remembered,” Luka chuckled as they walked out of the theater. “Course I was just a kid when it first came out, my standards were…low. Very low.” He looked at Marinette and his grin softened. “Thanks for coming with me.”

Marinette smiled back at him. “Thanks for asking me.” 

Luka reached for her hand and drew it through his arm. “I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay.” 

“Definitely okay,” she smiled up at him. “I had a lot of fun, Luka.” 

“Me too,” he sighed happily, and Marinette leaned into him as they started walking.

They didn’t talk on the way back to the bakery, but it didn’t feel like they needed to. The sun was setting and Paris at night was always lovely. Luka was solid and warm beside her, and for once, Marinette felt…peaceful. Content. They strolled, in no hurry to reach home, and Marinette still felt a pang of disappointment as they approached the bakery door. 

“Hey,” Luka said as they slowed. “Would you help me put this on?” He pulled the little box she had given him out of his pocket and opened it. Marinette stepped forward and took it carefully out of the box. His eyes on her, Luka bent down, and Marinette reached around him. Afraid she would fumble the clasp with his breath on her ear like that, she brought it around to the front to give herself a little more distance. She breathed a sigh of relief when she got it, and then reached up again to move the clasp to the back and settle the pick at his chest. 

“Thank you, Marinette,” he said, unconcealed affection in his voice, and she blushed, looking up at him. 

“Under the moonlight, by the sea…” she sang softly. 

“...kiss me?” he finished, looking down at her with a grin.

“If you want,” she said shyly.

“I do,” he said, a little breathlessly, taking an eager half-step towards her. 

Face hot, Marinette stepped closer and looped her arms around Luka’s neck as his hands found her waist. Marinette hesitated only a breath before pressing herself up on her toes to kiss him. He didn’t move until her lips were on his, and then he stepped closer, leaning into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her. 

It felt amazing, being held, being kissed like this, without any hesitation or doubt. It was a rush, too, the way he looked at her, how quickly he moved, the catch in his throat he had to swallow before he closed his eyes and they kissed again. How tightly he held her. 

The way he looked at her when they separated gave her goosebumps. Luka rested his forehead against hers, and impulsively she pushed up and kissed him again, just a quick, soft kiss, because she could. Because Luka’s heart was hers, and Luka was amazing, and that someone like him could look at someone like her that way stole her breath. 

Reluctantly she broke her hold on his neck, sliding her hands to just below his shoulders. “Could we, um. Do this again sometime?” she asked him, blushing as his hands moved to cover hers. “Go out again, I mean. On a date.” 

“I’d love that,” Luka said, and then cleared his throat, clearly fighting the grin that wanted to break through his usual reserved smile. The joy absolutely radiating off of him stirred up all the butterflies in her stomach all over again. “Anytime. Anywhere.” 

Marinette giggled. “I’ll check my schedule.” 

“Right,” Luka nodded, and then reached around her to open the bakery door. “I should go. I think I have some music to write.” 

“I can’t wait to hear it,” Marinette said, giving him a little wave as she stepped back through the door. “Good night, Luka.” 

“You’re gonna be all right, Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Luka grinned, stepping backward himself, and so Marinette was laughing as she closed the door.  

Fiction Master Post

[mebiselfandi]

😮😮😮

What do you think you fav footballers' Hogwarts houses are?

Okay okay finally getting around to this one.

Hufflepuff💛:

Luka Modric - this man is the textbook definition of a kind soul. He’s patient and he’s willing to call people out when they aren’t being nice. I would put him into Gryffindor but I think he’s more of a Hufflepuff. Kindness, patience and hard work are his virtues. His humility is endless and plus he’s just too cute. Resident bbg.

Kun - loyal to the end. I couldn’t figure where to place him then realized it’s because he’s a Hufflepuff. Admittedly almost put him in Slytherin. But no this is where he belongs. This man is the definition on sunshine and devotion. Even when he wasn’t playing he was right there for his teammates celebrating with them. He has a kind heart and he’s an all around sweetheart. Wish I got to see him play💔

Gryffindor❤️:

Vini Jr - headstrong, unmoving, ready to throw hands. He’s a Gryffindor no two ways about it. Ironically I seriously struggled placing him cause he definitely has Slytherin vibes from the way he plays (not in a Slytherin is bad way but like he’s gonna do everything to win). But I think personality wise, he’s very Gryffindor coded. Die hard for his friends and stubborn to the end.

Lionel Messi - I think Leo is definitely very smart, in terms of playing style he’d be a Ravenclaw and I put him there initially but upon careful consideration this man is a Gryffindor through and through. Bravery, determination and leadership. He’s courage personified and although being more level headed than the average Gryffindor, he definitely gives off the vibes of one.

Neymar - probably your most text book example of what it means to be a Gryffindor. He’s too stubborn for his own good. He’s too fiery for the media. Too much too everything. But that’s what makes him him. He’s courageous. He always gets back up and he always tries his very best. He’d do anything for those closest to him and defend them to the death. However he will ignore yo for eternity if manage to piss him off. Yes he’s red and gold to me.

Slytherin💚:

Kylian Mbappé - okay, babygirlism aside, I think one of his defining characteristics is how much he loves to win and how competitive he is. His ambition and thirst for success are off the charts. He’d do anything to win and especially when he’s with his nt, he gets to show how resourceful he is. Which is why him choosing to stay at psg is always ???

Ravenclaw💙:

Thiago Silva - intelligence, wit and integrity. I have never seen this man once be humbled. He’s smart, quick on his feet and level headed. He’d almost be a Gryffindor but I don’t think he’s unhinged enough to get there. He also seems like the kind of guy who always has the answer to a problem or will at least try to find one. So yes most definitely Ravenclaw.

[akkpipitphattana]

Excuse you, I need to know more about number 8. And most importantly, who’s who. Look wise they have their clear counterparts, but personality wise it’s a complete switch. Anyways I want to know everything.

ahh omg yes!! so i already answered the basic premise and stuff with antania's ask here but i can definitely give you a brief breakdown on the roles i used. keep in mind it's not completely to the nose roles, its just the general vibes that match up with my fic.

so, like you said, despite their looks fitting philip and lukas respectively, robbe and sander are flipped in terms of their stories and the way they parallel philkas, so robbe is actually lukas (for the most part) and sander is philip (for the most part). there are some parts where they share they switch tho because it fits better with the story and makes the most sense to me shfjsdjf and then at the same time milan/zoe/senne are to robbe what helen and gabe are to philip - that found family and place he can be himself. robbe's mom is similar to anne, but his dad is very similar to bo. and then i made sander's mom the sheriff and his dad isn't as involved, but there is one scene i have planned with him that mimics a philip/gabe scene. and then noor is obviously rose. i originally thought of having her and britt split that role, but i just ended up deciding not to include britt in the fic at all. also amber/aaron fall into a specific role too, but i'll let you guess which one that is 👀

and below i will include a scene from the prologue <3

Making his way to the kitchen, Robbe instantly goes to the coffee maker, realizing almost immediately that there’s no actual coffee in the house. He supposes the local drug store’s coffee is going to have to do. He pulls out his phone in order to text both Noor and the flatshare group chat he’d been added to the previous night about the dilemma and that he was going to pick a cup up for himself. He asks if they want anything, mostly just to be polite because he figures none of them are awake yet. 

Once the texts have been sent, Robbe goes back to his room to quietly collect his keys and headphones before he heads out the door, riding on his bike to the drug store that’s only a few blocks away. Once there, he hops off his bike, locking it up outside the store. He vaguely hears the bell ring over his music as he pushes the door open, but he doesn’t pay attention to it, instead making a beeline for the coffee dispensers. 

Robbe slows down, though, when he notices a familiar head of blond hair in front of them. He slowly pulls his headphones off his head, letting them rest on his shoulders as he watches the boy. 

Sander, his brain supplies. That’s the name Zoë had mentioned. 

Robbe’s staring is cut short when Sander looks up from his drink, catching Robbe’s eye. The skater quickly ducks his head, going back to his task of getting himself a coffee. He curses quietly to himself, though, when he catches blond hair moving toward him out of the corner of his eye.

“Excuse me,” a low voice says.

Robbe presses his eyes briefly closed before he gathers his courage and looks up at the other boy, trying not to be too caught off guard by the fact that he’s actually standing really close to Robbe.

Sander doesn’t seem fazed, a bit of a blank look on his face as he holds his coffee cup in one hand, and the strap to a messenger bag in the other. “Do you know where the chips are?”

Robbe’s eyebrows furrow, a small tilt to his head. “Um—”

Sander rolls his eyes. “The chips. You work here, don’t you?”

The question baffles Robbe. Not only does he explicitly not work at this drug store, but he doesn’t think his baggy jeans and brown jacket match the uniform very well. “I don’t—”

Sander cuts him off again with a scoff. “You’d think they would at least try to hire competent employees here,” he states with a shake of his head.

Robbe stares at him for a moment with wide eyes. “Dude, I don’t work here,” he manages to get out without being interrupted this time and Sander raises his eyebrows at him. 

But then he’s letting out a snort of laughter, hunching forward slightly as he laughs and Robbe’s confusion only grows.

“Man, I really had you going,” he says through his laughs and Robbe ignores the fluttering in his stomach over the sound of it. “Sorry,” Sander adds on, still laughing and then breathing out as he shakes his head. 

Once Sander seems to have collected himself and Robbe is still looking at him with confusion, the taller boy offers a small smile. “Sorry,” he repeats, “I saw you and I couldn’t resist messing with you a little. You’re Senne’s new roommate, right? Robbe?” he asks, a small tilt to his head.

Robbe’s shoulders relax some, and he ignores the feeling hearing Sander say his name gives him, though a small smile forms on his lips as well as he nods. “Yeah. And you’re Senne’s friend, right?” 

Sander gives a scoff as if offended. “I’m his best friend. The best friend that would have been at the party last night if he hadn’t had an art project to work on,” he corrects.

Robbe lets out a small huff of laughter. He vaguely remembers Senne saying something like that to Lisa, about someone not being able to come and see her off. “Oh, okay. Sorry, didn’t mean to offend,” he offers somewhat playfully and Sander smiles at him. Robbe once again pointedly ignores the feeling he gets at the sight of it. 

“Nah, it’s okay. He at least told you my name, right?” Sander asks with a small raise of his eyebrows.

Robbe laughs softly. “Yeah. Sander, right?” he asks, deciding against telling him that it was actually Zoë that told him Sander’s name. Sander’s smile widens as he nods. Robbe finds himself smiling and nodding back. 

He also finds himself looking at Sander a little too long as silence settles and he ducks his head after a moment, clearing his throat.

Sander, who had also seemed to be looking a little too long, shifts back then, clearing his own throat. “Well, Robbe, it was nice to meet you,” he says, the hand holding the strap of his bag releasing it so he can hold out his hand in offering.

Robbe looks at it a moment before he takes it and shakes it, smiling softly at the taller boy. “Yeah. You too, Sander.”

Sander smiles and their hands and gazes linger on each other for a little while longer before Sander finally pulls his hand back.

“See you around,” he offers as he moves past Robbe, heading out the door. 

Robbe ignores the fact that his eyes follow Sander out the door without his permission.

ask me about my wips!

[emotionalsupportfiction]

Something really bummed me out so when life gives you lemons… write stuff about it right? I admit this is more of a... “I just want to comfort myself” fic or Drabble but I still wanted to share

How would RGB comfort their crush in certain situations. Scenario is overthinking another person’s reaction. I have a preference for writing scenarios where the reader is the crush rather than an established relationship (BECAUSE I LOVE THE PINING. Its my favorite trope flavor!!), hmmmmmmmmmmm….

Also warning... I give really stupid nicknames, you’ll know what I’m talking about soon.

Python

Python tried as his best to read the message displayed on your screen as objectively as he could. He didn’t know your childhood best friend personally so there was hesitation on his end to say anything negative about them. He glanced at you sitting on the bleachers, then returned his focus on message.

—

You: sent an image

You: BESH! BESH! remember that competition I joined??? the writer’s thingy! well I WON. i thought i’d get an honorary mention but i got first place!

Their response came after thirty minutes

Besh<3: oh that’s great congrats

—

A bit dry, even for him, but he wasn’t about to jump to conclusions. You on the other hand rode that overthinking train hard and fast. More tears started streaming down your face, your sleeves could barely keep up with their flow.

“Maybe I’m overthinking things. I just I don’t know…” you managed to say through the stream of tears. “Ya expected a different reaction?” you nodded at his input.

He rubbed the back of his neck, he hated seeing you cry, double this time around since that writer’s competition meant a lot to you. Python witnessed how much effort you put into your submission, you even asked him to read it. You had talent, he’d told you time and time again but you always second guessed yourself.

Getting you to join the competition was a collective effort from him, Forsyth, Lukas, and your best friend, so even he was stumped with their flat reaction. He handed your phone back and pulled out a few more tissues, wiping your tears with them. “Geez sunshine, I ain’t gonna pretend I know what’s up with your bestie.” He sat himself right beside you on the bleachers, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. “Maybe you could ask them later? Get their side of the story first, I get that this stings. This is your big win and you wanna celebrate it with them.”

“Am I being selfish? I want them to be happy with me, for me. Maybe I’m asking too much? Maybe… my win means nothing…”

“Hey.” You turned your attention to him, more tears streaming down your face. Python reached out and wiped  away the waterworks as best he could while a sigh escaped his lips. “You worked your butt off for that piece, its your time to shine, and shine you did. A victory party is in order, enjoy yourself, easier said than done given the situation but sunshine… don’t let one person rain on your parade m’kay?” he opened his arms slightly, motioning if you wanted a hug. You went in for a quick side hug then pulled away. “Sunshine…” he lightly tapped his knee against yours a few times “I ain’t the best stand-in for your best friend but I’m here for you. We could grab a bite to eat after class. Let’s drag Fors and Lukas into our little celebration if you’re up to it eh? Whaddya say?” he tapped his knee against your while wiggling his eye brows at you.

Hard to refuse that offer, seeing how much effort Python put into cheering you up. Your schoolmate always looked overworked and tired, a bit grumpy too. Like if you wasted his time he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you off but after getting to know him, he really did care about his friends and was supportive in his own special way. “A little party sounds like a great idea Py…” talking to him lifted some of the anxiety and sadness you were feeling, its nice to be reminded that there are other people out there who are rooting for you.

—

Later that night, after the victory party, you followed Python’s advice and calmly messaged your best friend.

You: hey besh, i want to talk to you about something , its been on my mind for awhile

It took a while for them to respond

Besh<3: what about?

You: remember when I texted you about my win? i don’t want to sound demanding but i just want to be honest. i was kinda disappointed with your response. kinda expecting you to be happier for me but something tells me you have something on your mind… you wouldn’t reply like that to me.

Besh<3: …

Besh<3: oh besh… i just didn’t want to ruin your moment. i really am happy for your win but a lot of things happened around the time you messaged me.

You: hey… talk to me okay? what’s going on?

Besh<3: well… we rushed Gouda to the vet cause he just refused to eat anything

Now that made sense, Gouda was their cat they’d had for as long as you could remember, no wonder they weren’t as enthusiastic.

Besh<3: vet said it could be old age and we might have to put him down

Besh<3: i really wanted to be happy for you. i’m so sorry, i should’ve tried to be happy for you. please forgive me…

You: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?

You: OMG BESH, Gouda is  family! No! No! don’t apologize, you had a lot going on. i should apologize for not checking up on you first

Besh<3: i’m sorry…

You: i’m sorry too… i felt like something was off with your message but i went ahead and started overthinking things

Besh<3: i don’t want to play blame games besh but i am happy you opened up to me about your feelings. this could’ve been avoided if i’d been more open about what was going on my end

Besh<3: i just want you to know i’m so happy for you

Besh<3: you worked hard on that and you deserve first place

You: ;A; BBBBBEEEEEEEEESSSSSH!!!! i’m sorry for not checking up on you first

You: i want to give you a hug so bad right now! is it alright to ask about Gouda? its totally fine if you don’t want to talk about him. wanna FaceTime? i’m here for you okay, need to cry it out over the phone id gladly listen okay?

They FaceTimed you, you both had a good cry and talked for over an hour. That call made you feel a lot better and they promised to keep you updated on Gouda’s condition.

—

AAAsunshine: hey py-py thanks for cheering me up. talked to my bestie, they had some stuff going on but we sorted it out

mightyanaconda: glad to hear it sunshine and happy to help

AAAsunshine: ill see you at school tomorrow, night cobra

mightyanaconda: ugh… i have to see your face again tomorrow??

mightyanaconda: JK

mightyanaconda: ait see ya and sweet dreams sunshine 😘

mightyanaconda: btw just wanna say this. congrats on your win sunshine. ya worked hard and you deserve the win m’kay? yar a winner sunshine

AAAsunshine: ooooh praise from you??

mightyanaconda: heh savour it, praise from me is worth more than bitcoin 😎

AAAsunshine: 😒😒😒

AAAsunshine: wow such praise much wow. anyways, thanks again cottonmouth. night night

mightyanaconda: happy to serve… i guess. Sweet dreams 😉😘

Forsyth

Fosryth couldn’t have been happier for you, while you didn’t win the school talent show both the Glee club and Chorale group were battling it out to convince you to join either of them. All you wanted to do in that moment was to savour your accomplishment. Stage performance had always given you anxiety but their was this desire in you to perform as well. Fosryth, your sister, Lukas, and even Python had advised you to give it a shot, you had talent after all and that was worth sharing with the world.

You couldn’t help but smile at both the Glee and Chorale leaders but “I’ll have to think about it” was your response to their passionate invitations, Forsyth had to politely ask them to leave after they’d begun heckling you once more.

Once your “recruiters” left you poked Forsyth on the cheek “Thank you Fors.” You said in a sing-song manner, he came in for a big hug “Congratulations! I haven’t the clue why you didn’t win first place!! But you were amazing on stage!” he released you and took the guitar case from you.

“Oh you exaggerate! But I’m glad that’s over with, it wasn’t so bad.” You giggled to yourself “I might even try it again.”

You could feel Forsyth beaming with excitement “If that’s the case, the next time we have school event and in need of an intermission number you’ll be first on the list! I promise that! Why I’ll even plan more school events so you can perform more!!” he balled his fist in excitement. Without skipping a beat Forsyth changed the direction of the conversation “Oh! Do you want to stop by the café before going home? Just a small celebration, I know you must be tired but I’d really like to celebrate…” he paused for a bit, a very faint blush painting his cheeks ”… This with you.” He finished his sentence sheepishly

Either you were too dense or didn’t want to color Forsyth’s thoughtfulness. He treated everyone cordially and was always happy to help so you had assumed he was this nice to everyone. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, making you focus elsewhere.

—

mightyanaconda: sent a video

mightyanaconda: here’s a short video of your number bubbles, its got all the good bits in it

mightyanaconda: if ya want the full vid let me know

bubz: thank you python~

—

Your sister had always been your supporter ever since you were children. She wasn’t musically gifted herself so when you picked up singing and guitar, she backed you up by 2000%. That video would thrill her

You: sent a video

You: hey sis eat your heart out, your younger sibling’s a star!!

Focusing your attention back on Forsyth who’d been waiting patiently for your response, he gripped the handle of your guitar case nervously “I’m so sorry Forsyth.” you rubbed his arm “Python just send me the vid. I just had to send off to my sister right away about the café thing, I’d love to but don’t you want to drop off the guitar case at my place first?”

“Oh oh! Don’t you worry about me! I can carry this around.” He lifted the case like a dump bell. You silently admired how he had just flexed his rather toned arms at you but you more worried about accidentally breaking the guitar.

“I’m sure you’ve lifted heavier things Fors but I’d like to keep that as safe as possible? Minimize chances of damage.” He turned beet red. “I didn’t mean to-! Your things are important and I’d want to avoid anything that would damage-“ you pressed two finger on his lips “I get it Forsyth, its fine.” You smiled to reassure him

—

You set your case at the corner of your apartment’s living room and decided to check your phone as you made your exit. “Weird.” You thought, your sister had seen your message but no response came. Was your performance so dazzling that it left her speechless? You were sure the green haired bouncing ball of energy outside would agree but something about this didn’t settle well with you. Flipping through your contacts, you dialed your sister’s home phone right away but there was no answer. Your face began to dark as you stepped out the door, greeting Forsyth with a serious expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Maybe I’m just overthinking things but she hasn’t responded to me, I wonder if she’s okay?”

“Your sister I take it?” you nodded in response while you gave her cellphone a ring. Your call went straight to voice mail that prompted you to give her a call a few more times. After six called she finally picked up

“What do you want?” that’s not the greeting you had hoped for, she sounded really irritated

“Uh…” there was a negative vibe that seeped through the call but you tried your best to remain chipper “I sent you the video of my number for the talent show. I did it! Finally –“ you heard an exasperated sigh from the other side, stopping you from saying anything else.

“Look… you picked a really bad time. I’m just not in the mood right now okay?” that broke your heart, you were expecting her to be happier and excited like Forsyth but that wasn’t the case. Sadness and disappointed slowly began turning into mild anger.

“I don’t get you… you’ve been pushing me to do this since we were kids and now you just…”

She cut you off with another sigh that was much louder “I told you now is a bad time okay? Just leave me alone for a bit okay!?” and with that your sister hung up.

Forsyth tried his best to fish out his tissues to catch your falling tears but you’d already started crying a river.

—

He wasn’t sure how to comfort you, he had no words and he was careful not to say anything mean or negative about your sibling. The only thing he could offer you was a hug and you clung to him, crying it out into his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t be this upset!” you were a blubbering mess “Its just a stupid performance, I’m blowing it out of proportion like a spoiled brat!!”

“Its understandable that you’d be upset. Your performance is NOT stupid or unworthy of praise! Don’t discredit yourself like that!” he hugged you even tighter, he could feel you getting hiccups from crying so much.

You pulled away, wiping both tears and snot off your face with another tissue. Your living was now littered with used tissues and another one was added to the pile “Was it wrong for me to expect her to be happy for me?”

“NO!” he shook his head furiously “I don’t know what’s going on with your sister but…” he took a long pause to gather his thoughts “You were amazing while you were performing. You’ve got both the talent and the passion for it, it really shows. The way you put so much effort when you practice and the emotion your voice carries when you sing. A voice like that should be shared with the world if you ask me so I’m really happy you went ahead and performed in spite of your nervousness. I’m really, truly proud of you.” He hugged you again, it was warm, sincere, and comforting. “I’ll… always be one of your adoring fans.”

Forsyth realized how over the top and mushy what he just said was, his face burned. “I-I-I know what else we can do to help you feel better! We never got to go to café, I’ll step out for a bit and grab some food there! I’ll come back of course!” he quickly let you go, grabbed his jacket and made a mad dash for the door. He was redder than a tomato, heart drumming rapidly against his chest.

—

You had very little time to process what had just happened, right on cue your phone started buzzing. You checked the screen and saw your sister’s name, you took a deep breath before answering the call.

“He-hello?”

“Hey… I’m really sorry about earlier. You could tell I was angry but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

You felt the tears well up once more “I should’ve been more sensitive to you, I could tell by your voice you weren’t in the mood, should’ve just given you sometime and talked to you once you were ready.”

“Nope kiddo, this is all on me. I suck at being your number 1 fan but I’m proud of you. You’ve moved on from singing on top of the bed to singing on an actual stage.” That was fond childhood memory, you both would pretend your parents’ bed was a stage or stadium, and you lip sync to your favourite songs while your sister pretended to be a fan in the crowd. “I watched the video, its not the full video so you better send me that so I can put that on repeat! You did an even better job at the song than the original artist! Can I put it on my tiktok and make you famous?” you could tell she was doing her best to make up for her outburst a while ago.

“Aw c’mon that’s laying it on too thick.” You breathed in deeply as you held the phone closer to your ear “Hey… I am worried about you, you know that right? So what’s up on your end?” you heard her scoff on the other side

“Don’t worry about that for now, I’ll fill you in later. I don’t want to think about anything negative and just want to celebrate this with you!” a beat passed “Also… I’m really curious who that green haired guy is in the video… your boyfriend? When did you learn to keep juicy secrets from me?”

Boyfriend? Green hair? Only Forsyth came to mind and then the memory of him holding you close and getting all sappy a while ago rushed through head. A hot blush raged across your face “He-HE isn’t my boyfriend!” you managed to sputter out

“Hohoho! He seems quite taken by you!” the relentless teasing continued

“What makes you say that?!” you tried to fan yourself to calm down the blush.

“Seriously? You saw the video right?”

Actually, you hadn’t watched the video of your performance. You swiped out from the call and checked the video Python had sent you. It started normal enough, you in frame, the video would cut out to a different portion of your performance but one segment really stood out. Who would’ve guessed that Python would mischievously add a clip of his best friend gushing about you.

“Oh…” you heard Forsyth sigh affectionately in the video “They sound like an angel Python. I can’t take my eyes off them… I could watch and listen to them all day and night…” the video transitioned back to you on stage.

You could hear your sister making kissy sounds on the other side of the line while laughing hard. Embarrassed beyond reason, you tried your best to clear things up with your sister. Forsyth could come back any minute with the food and you didn’t want to get caught talking about him. Your sister continued to tease you and ask you to call her back once you were done with your “date”. Circumstance must’ve been playing tricks on you, Forsyth so conveniently returned at that moment with food.

“Hoh? You left the door unlocked? I’ve returned with food though, sorry I took so long. I passed by another shop and bought you something from there as well.” You could hear your sister cackling maniacally before hanging up. Keeping calm after seeing the video was going to be challenge but you managed to have a small food party and update Forsyth that you and your sister were okay now. As it was getting late, he said he’d have to go but not before giving you one last hug. You bonked yourself on the head for being so oblivious to the possibility of him having feelings for you.

—

Superman: Happy to announce I’ve made it back home!  I’m glad I was able to cheer you up even a little bit. I’m even happier to hear you’ve spoken to your sister. 

You: Glad you’re home safe! Thanks Forsyth, I’d probably be sulking all night long if it wasn’t for you

Superman: I’d do anything to cheer you up. I’ll even act like a clown if it means putting a smile on your face!

You: Don’t over do it green bean.

You: Oh, I spoke with my sister. Apparently, she lost her job that’s why she was all bummed out.

Superman: !!!

Superman: Maybe I could help her out with job hunting? Although my contacts are from around our area, is she particular about the location?

You: Thanks Fors but my sis has a plan and sent her resume to several prospective employers. I appreciate the effort and concern though

Superman: Well anything to help you out

Superman: I mean anything to help someone in need out

You: I’m heading in for the night. Forsyth, thank you so much for being there for me, you’re the sweetest and the best. Night night. 😙

Superman: 😳

Superman: Sleep well and sweet dreams, can’t wait to see you tomorrow!

Superman: UH I mean, its always great to see you because I know you’re okay and not sick… and… and

Superman: You know what… I’ll just stop talking… Good night.

Lukas

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” Lukas gave you a gentle smile “I read your paper, your passion and grasp of the topic shined through. Professor Evans echoes my opinion, you wrote an excellent paper.” You couldn’t help but stare at the post-it your professor stuck on your hard copy.

“Your final research summary paper was an excellent application of all the concepts we’ve learned in class. I want to congratulate you on your effort and dedication, you’ve earned the A+ and, if you’d allow me, I’d like to add your work to a journal I’m working on. You will be fully credited of course, its just my personal collection of student’s work.”

You’d lost count at how many times you’d re-read the note, how many times you’d replayed the commendations. The high you were feeling was difficult to complain and you found yourself tugging Lukas’ sleeve “You helped me too! You proofread my drafts and pointed out areas of improvement. Professor also commended your paper!” he shook his head in response

“My input was probably only worth two-percent of your mark, everything else was your hard work. With that being said our A’s could only mean we’ve passed the course with flying colours.”

“That calls for a celebration! So another coffee party or…” you fished out your phone and hurriedly looked up something up “Do you want to try this place out?” he inched closer to you to look at your screen “This place has started selling coffee jelly but they’ve got other items on the menu.”

His eyes perked up at the word “coffee”, his favourite “drug” of choice “I do like the sound of that, I’ll just drop off something at the learning center and we can head out. I believe you don’t have anymore classes for the day?” you gave him a thumbs up in response and told him you’d wait for him outside the school. Perfect opportunity for you to text your cousin about your “little” academic victory. You’d always been close with your cousin, granted that you grew up together. Both of you lived in the same area, so you’d alternate sleepover parties in each other’s houses. For college though, you’d gone to different institutions, you’re cousin chose a place in your hometown while you went to a busier city’s university. Though you’d gone different paths, you still texted each other almost everyday

—

YouAbu: Cuz! I got an A+ on my final psych paper! When I visit for break you better treat me to pizza!

kingkong: What’s new? You’ve always been the smarter one so that isn’t news to me heh 😜

YouAbu: LOL What’s with that? You can’t weasel your way out of treating me with pizza!

kingkong: uh 🤨 why would I reward something that comes naturally to you? Learn to drive stick then come back to me xD

YouAbu: whatever 😒… you owe me pizza🍕🍕

—

What was that about? Everything your cousin said just irritated you for some reason. Granted they always had a certain “edge”, as you would describe it, in the way they talked that didn’t really bother you because you’d gotten used to it through the years. But something about this situation coupled with what they said irritated you.

—

Lukas was far too preoccupied trying to read your mood than enjoy his coffee jelly. He watched as you playing with the metal straw in your mouth as you drummed your fingers on the table. He cleared his throat to break the silence “Something’s bothering you I take it, I’m all ears if you’re willing to share.”

Pushing the metal straw away with your lips as you let out a dry laugh “Last time I checked I’m the one studying therapy…” he quirked an eyebrow at your response but continued to observe you, the way Lukas would look at other people, it always seemed like he was putting others under a microscope. You’d grown used to that habit of his, you didn’t find it off putting at all. “Have you told your family about you’re A?” you quickly changed the subject

“I doubt they’d care. You know my older brother wants nothing to with me, my father on the other hand would simply respond with something along the lines of getting good marks are what’s expected of me.” He gave a smile, the kind that was all show, the kind that masks something underneath.

You could relate to his situation at the moment “I know how that feels…” you took a long sip of your drink “I thought this person would celebrate with me but their reaction simply irritated me.” Stirred your drink with the straw

“Sounds like we only have each other to celebrate our personal victory.” He leaned in a bit “If it helps you take the edge off things, I don’t mind you venting to me.” You slid your phone to him, the exchange between you and your cousin on the screen. Lukas read through it, took a quick glance at you before closing his eyes with a sign. That was your cue, he signalling you to start venting.

“I just… everything they said rubbed me the wrong way. Especially that bit about me getting A’s expected, I don’t just sit down ,write a test or paper then manifest an A.” you tapped the table as you spoke “Good grades don’t just ‘come naturally’ to me Lukas neither does it ‘come naturally’ to you.” you crossed your arms in front of your chest with a huff.

Lukas would be lying if he said he didn’t understand how you felt. “You don’t like it that people have a certain expectation of you.” You nodded in response “But you did expect your cousin to react in a certain way, did you not?” you flashed an angry look at your companion. Did he just defend your cousin? “I don’t mean to exacerbate your irritation. What your cousin just said, that good grades come naturally to you and are to be expected of you, failed to consider all the hard work and effort you put into your studies. As you said, we don’t just sit down and conjure up A’s.”

“What are you getting at Lukas?”

“I don’t know your cousin as personally as you do but I think they’re unaware that you find such comments disagreeable.” He tilted his head

“They’ve known me since we were kids.” He noticed your shoulders tense up as you said this

“You thought they’d react in a certain way and they thought you’d be okay with a comment like that.” He took a bite of his coffee jelly “The best option to take is to talk to them and let them know how they made you feel. The fact that you’re reacting this way, I can only wager a guess that your cousin means a lot to you and you put a great amount of trust in them.”

“Lukas… you’d make a good counsellor.” To which he shrugged “You don’t believe me? Would I lie to you?”

“You wouldn’t… I trust you a great deal, so my expectation is you wouldn’t say anything to deceive me.” He glanced at you before flashing a faint yet genuine smile. This was a rare occurrence, Lukas was showing vulnerability. Though he was very popular and well-liked in school, he didn’t have many friends and had trouble connecting with others. Something you’d observed was that he kept a lot of people at arm’s length and never truly opened up to anyone.

He looked at your sincerely “I think you need to hear this again. Don’t let the words of others undervalue your effort. You are a responsible, intelligent, and a hardworking person, I’m witness to those virtues and I admire you for them. All your successes happen by your own hand and not because you were born to succeed.” After speaking, he clinked his glass to yours. “So for now, let’s ignore those people who don’t understand and let’s celebrate our hard work?”

A smile cracked through your face, Lukas was right. It wasn’t fair to yourself, letting the words of others get you down and spoiling your day. “Thanks Lukas, I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”

—

YouAbu: could we talk for a bit? You said something awhile ago that didn’t settle well with me

kingkong: yeeesh I treat you to pizza m’kay?

YouAbu: its not that, you said good grades are expected of me and that really irritated me for some reason

kingkong: but you’re smart

YouAbu: Cuz… I’m not just smart. I study really hard and put in a lot of work into my schooling. It really hurt me that all my effort was just swept under the rug. I might be coming off as sensitive but I just wanted you to know how I feel

The text bubbles below kept appearing, as if they were typing and re-typing what they wanted to say. Took a minute for them to respond

kingkong: just… growing up you always got good grades and made it look so easy but now I realize its not easy. You were always reading books or going over school stuff

kingkong: and I gotta admit… I was kinda jealous of you’re A+ and let the green-eyed monster talk for me… I’m sorry

YouAbu: Hey… we’re cool and if you ever got the impression that I was showing off or something, I’m sorry for that

kingkong: I don’t mean anything bad with what I’m about to say but cuz, you were born to stand out ya know? You’re smart, killer work ethic, and have a way with words. You’re not showing off, you’re just dazzling peeps by being you

YouAbu: You are laying it on thick there cuz, you might just get away from treating me to a pizza

kingkong: HAHAHAHA that was the plan! But, when you get another A+, what should I say to you?

YouAbu: nothing, just gimme a pizza

kingkong: that’ll break the bank cuz, maybe for every four A+’s I’ll treat you to a pizza

—

You: Hey Lukas thanks again for cheering me up and offering a different take on the situation

LukaJava: That’s no problem, I’m always here for you. How are you and your cousin if you don’t mind me asking?

You: We talked things through and they understood where I was coming from. We had a good laugh after

LukaJava: (“⌒.⌒”)

LukaJava: Glad to hear it

You: Hey Lukas, I didn’t get to say this cause I was so caught up with my troubles

LukaJava: ( ・◇・)？

You: I’m proud of you for getting that A+. We both put our blood, sweat, and tears into our final papers and got our hard earned grades. I know you have a complicated relationship with your family and you don’t open up to a lot of people but I’ll always be here when you need someone to share your achievements with okay?

LukaJava: ೕ(˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

LukaJava: That’s music to my ears. I don’t open up to a lot of people, that’s correct, but I consider you to be one of my closest friends. Your support, friendship, and understanding is worth more than gold to me.

LukaJava: Its getting late though, if my memory serves me well, you have a class tomorrow morning. Best we call it a day. Good night and sweet dreams

LukaJava: |[(*´ｪ`)]|zZＺ

You: Okay Lukas! See you tomorrow, good night and sweet dreams

[fenheart87]

The Dress

For @bloody-no-kissu, you're art is always amazing and inspirational! I love you bloody!

It was a rare day that Marinette was fully rested, had no events to attend and the bakery wasn't busy enough for her parents to ask for her help. Feeling inspired but not able to pick up a recent project without being hypercritical of her work, the young designer decided picking up something different might help. Grabbing a blue folder with various doodles and stickers, she spread the sketches one by one on her desk.

"Oh, these look great!" Tikki chimed, flying closer to examine the handwritten notes.

"I know but I can't choose! I want to do them all, eventually but where do I start?" Marinette huffed, eyeing the designs with a playful pout.

"Hm, why not choose randomly? You could number the designs and put matching numbers on slips of paper to pick the one to start with!"

"Tikki, that's a great idea!" Marinette cupped the floating ladybug gently in her hands and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before scribbling on a scratch paper. Tearing the numbers apart, she put them in a hat and let Tikki do the honors.

"Here we go!" Tikki dropped in the hat and shook the pieces around before flying back out with one piece between her paws. Twirling in excitement, she opened the paper and held it up like a sign. "Lucky number four!"

"Okay so four is," the designer stacked the extra papers and pulled out the fourth design page, "this one. Huh, I don't have one color scheme for this, I made two. Oh wait, this started out as a design for Rose but I made something else for her. I can finish this dress for me though, time to go fabric shopping!"

"Oh can you get some crushed velvet? It makes a wonderful bed." Tikki asked, hovering by the trapdoor as her holder ran around the room to gather her things.

"Sure! Any color requests?" Marinette paused to let the kwami zip into her purse, handing Tikki the list.

"Blue or green, maybe aquamarine!" They shared a giggle before the designer made her way downstairs to let her parents know about her trip into town.

"Maman, Papa, I'm going to the fabric shop. I've got so much creativity I feel like I'm going to explode!"

"Well we don't want that, then we couldn't possibly have family bear hugs!" Tom shouted, scooping up his wife and daughter who giggled and snuggled in for the hug. "Please be safe and call if you need help or eat somewhere else for lunch."

"Of course Papa!" Marinette withdrew from the hug and grabbed her personalized tote bag that she used for trips like these. With one last wave goodbye, she set off to her favorite shop. A ten minute bus ride and quick shortcut through the plaza, she arrived in front of The Special Thread. The bell rang merrily as the younger design held the door open for an elderly lady before beelining towards the crushed velvets. It was the backrest left corner and after a glance around, Marinette popped open her purse to let Tikki out to be able to help pick out the right color.

"Okay here are all the cool colors of the crushed velvet and then here’s the penne velvet too. What did I need and who did I need it for? Oh wait, the list!” Marinette knew the shop owner and many of the regular customers were used to the young designer talking to herself as they tended to indulge in the habit as well. Actually checking the list after fighting the urge to ruffle through the soft velvets, “I need a burgundy color to accent Marc’s and a peachy tone for Nathaniel, more princess tulle for Rose and some black lace for Juleka… Oh that’s perfect!”

“Marinette, I like both of these colors but can't choose…” Tikki chimed, respectfully waiting until Marinette’s attention was back from her creative mindset.

“It’s on sale, why not get both and I can make a matching pillow or something? I have a coupon too and those colors are gorgeous, the blue reminds me of Luka.” She may have not noticed the dopey grin on her face as she grabbed the selected velvets and moved to another fabric wall  but Tikki could see it clearly and cheered internally. “Let’s get a couple yards of each and then I saw the perfect shades for Marc and Nathaniel but Ms. Cribler might have more in the back so I can get a little extra, just to be on the safe side.”

“Hello, Marinette, you looked especially inspired.” The shop owner smiled as she spotted Marinette, sorting through some bolts of fabrics to be put away from previous customers. Today she was sporting her favorite cardigan, the plum on bottom faded into lilac near the collar and the different embroidered designs and patches were still like new and matched her skirt that had vines and flowers blooming all over in a field of wildflowers. The addition of several animals made Marinette smile, it was the elder woman’s way of supporting the superheroes that protect their fair city.

“Hello Ms. Cribler, I am feeling very inspired and had to even get creative in choosing what to make next! How has the shop been today, need me to return anything? I’m passing through the solids and plundering the lace next.” The young designer placed her chosen bolts of fabric on the counter, eyeing the rather large pile that was being sorted.

“Oh things have been busy, it seems the creativity is floating in the air! I can hold these until you’re ready of course, if you can run this pile,” Ms. Cribler patted a pile with about ten bolts of various creams and browns, “they need to be put away. I have gotten everything I need from those. Is there anything in particular I can check the back for?”

“Ah yes, I need some more of this burgundy shade and if you have more peach colors, something more pale orange and less pink peach color that would be perfect. I’ll take these with me and see what I can find in the lace bolts.” Marinette picked up the pile with ease and marched carefully to the proper section and began putting them away. Tikki joined her, zipping back and forth to help quickly find the right spots she needed. Once those were completely put away, the duo weaved through the aisles and found the lace bolts. With a soft hum, the young designer pulled several options down. Marinette set them down on the return cart that was nearby, carefully unrolling them just enough to see a clear picture of the lace.

“What part of the dress is going to be lace?” The kwami inquired, floating at the top of the pink bag.

“Mid back up to my shoulders, just along the back side.”

“Oh, then this one would be so pretty!” Tikki flew up and showed off her choice, wrapping it around her tiny body like a toga.

“Super stylish Tikki!” Marinette giggled and returned the other options back to their proper places. Picking up the one she wanted to purchase and making sure Tikki was in her bag once more, she weaved her way back to the solids for another look and didn’t have anything that spoke to her. Continuing on, Marinette returned to the front cutting table where Ms. Cribel was helping out a familiar face but not a familiar face to see in the shop. Tikki giggled and ducked completely out of sight, closing the clasp of the purse.

“Found the lace alright Marinette?”

“Yes ma’am, take you time Luka, I still have to check out these other colors.” The girl smiled brighter as the other customer turned around, his typical and slightly goofy Luka smile in place.

“Hey Marinette, look like you have quite the haul.” Luka teased, shifting to talk to her.

“Yeah, I just had this moment of inspiration but now that I think about it the dress I’m making would be ideal first date material… I could tweak it for Rose and embellish it a bit for an anniversary vibe…”

“Is the dress for you?”

“Yeah it was originally, I just don’t think I’m going to have a date to wear it for soon.” Marinette scrunched her nose slightly, it felt weird to talk about dating in front of Ms. Cribel. Finding a salmon color that would be fantastic, she moved the bolt to her purchase pile and scooted it closer to the register where Luka had a thoughtful frown on his face.

“Well why don’t you change that? Isn’t the dance coming up?”

“Yeah, in a couple months.” The designer giggled as a light pink dusted his cheeks, sometimes she wished she liked Luka first. That thought struck her like lightning and decided right then and there she was going to be true to herself and no longer be pressured by the Girl Squad for her change of heart. “Hey Luka, are you, uh well, are you busy later? The weather is really nice and Maman made the best dumplings and the park doesn’t have a big photoshoot or news report or meeting going on today…”

“Yea- no, I mean no but I mean yes.” Luka clenched his jaw while taking a deep breath to calm down, eyes wide with hope before continuing, “I have no plans unless you wanna have plans later?”

“Yeah, it’s a date… I just have to finish my dress first and I can text you?”

“Yeah, anytime. Ever. Yes.” The musician clench his jaw again, making Marinette laugh in sheer joy. He was just as nervous as her but they would work it out on their date.

“Okay, well I think you’re good to go and I still need my materials cut. Uh did you- nevermind.”

“Can I walk you home? I can carry some of your stuff, these are good for other things than playing guitar.” Luka playfully flexed his arm, seeming to forget he had his jacket on and she couldn't see his muscles.

“Oh you will and you had better let him or you’re banned from my shop.”

“What? Ms. Cribel-”

“Marinette, you have a boyfriend now. Call me Ana as a thank you for giving you a discount to celebrate. Now, how many of what do you need today dear? You need to hurry and get home!” The shop owner punctuated her words with a few snips of her scissors, reaching for the lace first.

“Ah, the lace I need four yards, six of the salmon and burgundy and since the velvet is half off..” Marinette dropped into thought and with a glance at the boy beside her made a decision, “let’s do ten of each. And my special order too, if you have it in.”

“I sure do! Let me finish this right up and I’ll grab it for you.” Ana swiftly unfolded the bolts and made precise, clean and quick cuts, working through the small stack in under a minute. The musician seemed a bit shocked but Marinette knew she could move faster and still have the same pinpoint accuracy. Folding all the cut lengths and wrapping the bolts once more to set them aside, the shop keeper tucked the purchases into a bag and threw in some extra thread. Leaning down to reach under the counter, she put another bag that had a receipt attached onto the counter as well.

“Did you have everything?” The young designer asked, rolling and tucking that big into the bigger one.

“Of course! You are my favorite customer, anytime you call I make sure I have everything or get it delivered before you show up. It brings me joy that you create so many beautiful things when these hands are not quite steady enough anymore, it makes me happy to see you thrive.” The younger was touched and the awe showed in her face, causing the older woman to smile.

“She is pretty amazing.” Luka’s soft voice drew their attention, Marinette blushing while Ana had a knowing smile.

“Total today is one week of fresh croissants and details of today’s date.”

“What? No, i couldn’t possibly take all this for free-”

“Marinette. I am trading you, your parents food and you story for my measly fabrics. I will simply kick you out of my shop if you refuse.”

“Okay but two weeks at least and I can come help you put things away.”

“Deal, now go finish your dress and knock his socks off!” Ana winked playfully, both teens were blushing as they left.

“She isn’t usually like that but thank you for helping me.” Marinette grinned shyly, Luka had taken the bag of fabrics before she could and left no room for protest.

“Seems like she knows you well. And of course Marinette,” the soft way he spoke her name was going to give her heart problems if it kept skipping every time he said it, “anything to spend more time with a beautiful girl.”

The girl in question just blushed and ignored him, not that Luka seemed to mind as he escorted her home in silence. It was a comfortable and breathable bubble they were in and not even when he had to catch her when she tripped boarding the bus that would take them to her house. In a smooth and thoughtful move, Luka managed to hold her hand without her noticing until the end of the bus ride, only smiling in his sweet way at her blush.

“Well thank you for walking me home, now I can finish the last piece and then we can go on our date.”

"Yeah, no problem. Now I know where to pick you up too." He grinned crookedly, her blushing was too cute.

"Yeah now you know… Um, I haven’t done this before and I know you’ve been there for you through a lot and i appreciate it so much but like I don"t want you to think I'm going on this date as like a rebound or something stupid to deal with Adrien when its not.”

“Marinette.” Luka met her eyes dead on, a growing smile on his lips. “You have never and would never lead anyone on like that. I have always respected your feelings, even when you decided to gift them to someone other than me. My feelings for you haven't changed at all, you’re still the song in my head.” This boy was too much for Marinette, she suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and Luka calmly looped around her and gently guided her into movement again with a gentle press of a hand.

“You are something else.”

“A good something else?”

“Depends how nice our date is later!” With that teasing remark, Marinette used the last of her courage to press a kiss on Luka’s cheek before dashing inside and up to her room. Carefully the designer set down her purchases on her desk before jumping up and down and squealing in happiness.

“Great job Marinette!” Tikki giggled and flew in a few loops to show her excitement as well.

“Oh my gosh, Maman! I need your help, if you’re not busy!” Marinette stumbled a bit on her way down but caught herself before she fell. She knew this would be one of her best creations yet.

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The Part-Time Puppeteer - Chapter 08

<= Chapter 7

Summary : Lukas gets a chance against one of the biggest actors ever known.

Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/23828971/chapters/81316792

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The duel you had all been awaiting for... THERE IT IS. I hope you'll like it !

Thank you, Tumblr, for making this chapter so fucking hard to post, I appreciate it, really. /s

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Chapter 8 - “So you came back... As I had planned.”

The role of the Moonjumper was both an interesting and a boring one- at least, this is what Lukas had thought to himself while he had been learning his lines. It wasn’t that this character was a bad one, no, far from it. But he was… Predictable, unoriginal in some ways even. The young man hadn’t noticed it really, while simply reading the text in his mind. But once he had said the lines out loud… This is when it started to get apparent. Of course, he had told himself he was merely a law student, so what could he know about fiction and how to interpret it? He was no specialist in that field. And yet, this is the impression the role gave to him. Not a bad one, but not a perfect one.

In short, there was room for improvement. However, this hadn’t been on his mind, or not for too long. After all, he had other preoccupations other than thinking about that. The first one had been to learn these lines, and the second and most important one… Was to teach that bastard of an actor that sometimes life could get back at you for your attitude.

And apparently, now was the moment for it.

With a wave of confidence caused by his anger towards the diva, Lukas opened his mouth and put a start to what seemed to be a duel between the two of them.

-“So you came back,” he murmured with a little smile, moving the puppet upwards, as if it were looming over Hat Kid or, in this case, MJ: “As I had planned.”

-“You took something from me,” retorted MJ, with a determined intonation that was completely different from his arrogant, usual self. This man was no doubt a very skilled actor. Even if he looked nothing like a little girl… He still managed to give the same vibes, by his movements, his expression and his voice. It was truly impressing, though the student couldn’t care much at the moment.

He needed to focus, to get himself in character… In this very instant, the young man was a mysterious and powerful entity who had been imprisoned in his own dimension for centuries. He was a monster that would lure his victims in, never for them to be seen again. What did he do with them? The script wasn’t clear about that, though there were traces that hinted he would turn them into puppets.

Quite a scary thing for a kids’ show.

The student was struggling to move the puppet with precision, due to how it was made. It was the same kind of puppet who had strings linking it to a wooden cross. It was practical in a way where he didn’t have to touch the puppet directly to move it… But on the other hand, it meant that he couldn’t do precise or specific gestures with it. This meant he would need to put extra effort on his acting, so that it would compensate the lack of gesture he could do.

Well, he hoped this wouldn’t be too noticeable… Trying his best to make the puppet raise its hand, he continued playing:

-“Oh, you mean this, perhaps?” Having no props on the scene with him made it less immersive, but thankfully, the rest of the dialogue was enough for everyone to understand what the Moonjumper was talking about: “This hourglass of yours… A powerful artifact, yes?”

Lukas’ tone was calm, reserved, but it wouldn’t last- later in the scene, the Moonjumper would become more agitated. Actually, the directives on it didn’t say he was going to get mad, per se. Still, when he read those lines, he was… Disappointed in the entity’s attitude. For a bad guy, the latter was way too mild, too nice, and… Not threatening enough.

Not frightening enough.

-“That is none of your business,” the diva replied, his tone more aggressive. His stance had tensed, giving away how important this object was for the main character, and how crucial it was to get it back.

-“Oh, is that so?” Lukas made the puppet tilt its head to the side, approaching MJ dangerously. His tone had turned icy, bitter, as if what the main character had said weren’t such a good idea: “I believe it is quite my business, on the contrary, young child,” his murmur had lowered in volume as he made another step forward.

-“It’s mine!” MJ’s voice had talked back, his expression showing a mix of anger, despair, and persistence.

-“Is it? Is it, really?” he snarled in response, starting to raise his tone a little- this was the time to put his improvisation on the table. At this point, it was make or break: “Maybe you’re lying. Perhaps you stole it. Who is there to say? Do you even know how much I need it?”

The diva in front of him seemed taken aback by him not respecting the stage direction completely. It didn’t last long, and soon enough, the hint of a smirk could be seen on the other’s face, even if just for a second. It quickly disappeared, as the actor didn’t want to break character. But Lukas saw it, and it simply enraged him.

At least, his fury in the next moments was not going to be faked.

-“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” the ‘little girl’ screamed at him, getting closer to confront him: “This isn’t a toy, this isn’t… Some weird stuff that you can use for yourself! It’s… It belongs to me, to… To my people!”

Okay, this was it, this was the most embarrassing moment of this whole scene. God, he wanted to cringe so hard just thinking about what he was going to do, but… This exact thing was the reason he got the role to begin with. So, realistically, it meant… That it was maybe his secret weapon.

Shit, that sounded so fucking stupid.

The student let out a snort, one that started to get louder and louder as seconds passed. This wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a cruel giggle, but… This scene was the finale, was something people had to remember after seeing that episode. It had to be… Intense! Full of passion, as Grooves would say, he supposed. And so… His mind conjured a picture he would never, ever forget.

MJ falling down the day before. MJ getting angry, humiliated before the entire crew, losing his job against a nobody, a simple stagehand who had been hired the same day. And, just like that… Lukas burst out laughing, his hysterical giggles echoing all around, sending shivers to the spectators as it continued. For years, the young man had been shamed for his way of laughing. His entire childhood had been spent hiding that part of him from the others, so he wouldn’t be judged and mocked for something he couldn’t even control. And here, for the first time of his entire life…

Lukas was laughing without being (too) scared of the way people would react in consequence. This was… Absolutely freeing, to feel like he could be himself, just a few instants…!

-“You think I see this as a toy? Don’t be silly, young child… This,” he spoke again, his voice dark, lifting the doll’s hand again: “… Is my salvation, the key to my esca-”

-“Okay, cut, that’s enough,” Lukas was interrupted by a familiar voice, the investor’s. His face paled up- wait, they hadn’t finished the scene, why would that man stop them? Did… Did he do wrong? He gulped down, starting to regret taking initiatives. What was he thinking? If he had a script, it was to respect it! Why did he choose the riskiest solution?! Couldn’t he just stick to the plan?!

He turned to the investor, a look of fear and confusion written all over his face. At his sides, MJ’s acting mask fell, only to be replaced by a smug expression, as he approached the student. Leaning towards him, so that only he could hear, the actor whispered:

-“You didn’t even respect your text,” the diva mocked him: “What, you thought it was a good idea to improvise? Or were you just too stupid to read the stage directions?”

Lukas glared at him, gritting his teeth- but his arch nemesis was right. He had taken initiatives and, in hindsight, this really hadn’t been the opportunity for it. This was an exam, a duel, in which they both had to prove who was a better actor. When would a good actor question a director’s orders?

The young man’s cheeks blushed both in anger and embarrassment. His eyes fell on the Conductor and DJ Grooves- both looked disappointed and perhaps a little angry. They were most likely thinking that he had just wasted a golden opportunity- he didn’t think he had acted badly, he was pretty sure his laughter had been a great addition, but his wasn’t about that.

It was about respecting the directors’ wishes, which he hadn’t done.

In an instant, Lukas’ attitude went from confidence to utter embarrassment. Oh, how he wished he could just hide underground, never to be seen again. Next to him, in comparison, MJ was simply beaming. In the distance, Mike’s expression was a mix of sadness and frustration. As for the rest of the crew… Lukas just couldn’t look at them.

It was too much. His anxiety was eating him from the inside, feeding on his self doubts, on his fears, and on how much he wanted to get out of here. Please, couldn’t he hear that he was downgraded to being a stagehand again?

The wait was unbearable.

The investor had remained silent for a few seconds, staring into space. Eventually, his eyes went back up to the two actors, and he sighed, visibly conflicted. But conflicted about what? There wasn’t anything to be conflicted about! The young man clenched his fists, trying to focus on the pain of his nails scratching his palms instead. The longer it lasted, the more he could feel his emotions getting out of control. If it continued, then… Well, he could already feel some tears making their way up to his eyes.

Oh, no, no, please, no, not in public- not next to MJ, out of every-fucking-one!

His mind went silent as he saw the investor looking at him, his face serious. This was it.

-“You don’t fit the role,” he said sternly, and Lukas felt his heart sink in his chest- he knew it, he fucking knew it, he shouldn’t have tried to take risks! This wasn’t his forte, he should have stuck to rules like he always had!

-“Well, isn’t that a surprise,” a sarcastic scoff left the actor’s lips at his sides, only making the student feel even worse than he already was: “Who could have ever thought hiring a stagehand to do some professional work was a bad idea- oh, yeah. I did,” the asshole’s voice became serious, sending huge and bitter “I told you so” vibes.

God, Lukas just wanted to punch his face so bad…! And the humiliation he was feeling wasn’t helping him either- fuck, fuck, he could feel the urge to cry getting harder and harder to suppress.

The investor raised his hand, his expression still as serious as before:

-“I’m not finished,” he interrupted the other’s celebration before crossing his hands, lost in thoughts: “This… Is not something I had expected, I have to admit that much.”

-“Wha-” MJ seemed confused and tilted his head to the side, frowning: “What do you mean?” he pressed the older man, visibly not liking where this was going. Lukas was just as confused as him, not really understanding where the other was getting at. And, to be fair, so was everyone else in the room, especially the two directors, who exchanged a perplexed look.

What the hell was going on?

It took approximately thirty, long seconds for the investor to find his words, and he crossed his arms, looking back at the student.

-“You don’t fit the role, because this character doesn’t fit you.”

There was a short silence in the room, before MJ broke it, an insincere smile taking place onto his lips:

-“I’m sorry,” he snorted sarcastically: “This role doesn’t fit him because he doesn’t know how to act,” the jerk enunciated, as if it were obvious- and it was. Still, the other shook his head and tapped the script resting on his legs with the back of his fingers.

-“No, he does. But his acting doesn’t fit a character like this,” he explained better, and he opened the script to continue: “See, I only got to read the script before, today is the first time I’m seeing it actually being rehearsed. And it made me notice that… This character isn’t good. In fact, he’s bad.”

This last statement cast a chill in the room, making people frown in confusion and incomprehension. However, for the two directors, it was more than that. It was more pronounced, more… Visible.

-“Wh- What d’you mean?” the Conductor exclaimed, holding his own copy of the script and flipping the pages frantically. DJ Grooves was more reserved, but he was clearly furrowing his brow, shaking his head:

-“But… But we sent you the script a few times, and you validated this version,” he retorted: “I don’t understand why suddenly this character is bad to you.”

The investor pointed at the two young men on the scene, his head turning back to look at the directors:

-“It’s one thing to read the script, and it’s another to experience it. The Moonjumper is bland, he doesn’t have any personality, he looks like any other bad guy, he feels… Unoriginal. I’m honestly feeling like I was watching something made by teenagers.”

It was clear that this last sentence deeply offended the two men, and Grooves had to grab the Conductor’s arm, so that the latter could keep his mouth shut. But, oh, it was obvious they wanted to talk back. Still, it was best to be polite with the person funding your entire project.

-“Which is why you need a good actor,” MJ tried to interject, placing his hand over his heart as he tried to persuade the benefactor to choose him instead. But he was soon cut short by the man’s voice again, disagreeing with him:

-“No, MJ, you don’t understand. This character is badly written, and this puppet,” he nodded to the object still in Lukas’ hands: “… Is too scary for kids. On one hand, you have this character without any personality, and on the other, you have this puppet which design has to change.”

At the mention of the puppet, a familiar person moved across the crowd to join the conversation. Without much surprise, it was Mike, whose expression showed concern and confusion:

-“W-wait,” he called out to the investor, not knowing what to do with his own hands: “I don’t… I was asked to make a scary puppet, I-”

-“And you did way too much. Furthermore… Our friend here had some trouble moving the puppet around,” he pointed to the student, whose face paled up as everyone’s eyes glanced at him. Oh, shit, no, he didn’t want to be implicated in this…!

-“This puppet wasn’t made with the idea of interacting with props. It can’t hold things and even if it could, it seems complicated to make it express emotions or body language. In short, I want the puppet to be redesigned entirely.”

Mike’s face paled at the investor’s decision, and Lukas couldn’t blame him. It was months of work thrown away like it was nothing. He was about to say something against it, but MJ beat him to it, defending his brother for the student’s greatest surprise:

-“And you had to wait until it was finished to say something about it?” the actor’s tone was getting more aggressive as he gestured at his brother: “He spent nights working on that! And you decide to just… Scrap it away?!”

Lukas… Really hadn’t expected the other to care, especially with how the latter had thrown the puppet to the floor the day before. Then again, they were twins, and Mike did seem to care about his brother… So maybe the feeling was mutual, just… Unbalanced, perhaps?

-“I know, and I take full responsibility for that,” retorted the man with determination: “The other reason I want a redesign is that I want this character to change. I want another one instead, one that is original, and not… The typical cliché of a bad guy.”

Before MJ was able to talk back, the Conductor interjected, his expression really showing he wasn’t liking anything that was being said at the moment.

-“Are you serious?!” he finally snapped, his Scottish accent more audible than ever: “Do you expect us to rewrite the entire thing?! After all the time it took us?!”

Grooves tried to calm the Conductor down, but it was in vain. All he could do was to push him lightly to the side, before the other reacted violently by shoving him back, not wanting to be touched, especially by him. Still, that got the message across, and DJ Grooves got the opportunity to talk:

-“It’s… Not possible to rewrite anything, the deadlines are too short for our budget and-”

-“In that case, if this is the way to avoid a catastrophic show, then I’ll fund this project for a little longer. But I do not want to see my money being wasted on some poorly written story,” he sighed, obviously aware of how much his words had irritated the entire crew, who was now glaring daggers at him: “I know I am responsible for saying that too late, which is why I will give you more time and money to adjust tactics. But this,” he gestured to the puppet and the script: “… Has to change. I’m not asking for a complete rework of the script, but I want us to talk about the modifications we need to implement.”

After the announcement regarding the deadlines being postponed, the crew did lose some animosity, though it was still very much there, especially for the two directors who had to rewrite a good chunk of what they thought was a final version. Mike, in comparison, looked much more disappointed and sad than anything else, which made Lukas feel bad for him. He wanted to comfort his friend, trying to encourage him- but before he even could, MJ’s voice rose again in the room, catching everyone’s attention once more:

-“And what about the original problem, hm?” he urged the benefactor: “If there’s no Moonjumper anymore, then… What about the new character?” He then gestured at Lukas as if he were showing something disgusting- and yeah, that was pretty insulting: “You’re not… Going to choose an inexperienced stagehand for a major role, are you? You need someone who knows how to act, not… Not someone who can’t even respect the stage directions!”

The student gritted his teeth again- but he couldn’t deny the last point, as it was true. Then again, that didn’t mean he couldn’t defend himself:

-“At least, I respect other people,” he mumbled, loud enough for the diva to hear. Unsurprisingly, the latter turned to him, his eyes wide and his expression furious:

-“Excuse me?!” he retorted, outraged: “I know what acting is, and it’s following the script!”

-“Oh sure, that’s clearlymore important than being a decent human being!” the young man rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. This seemed to be what made the actor snap. The latter rushed towards him, his fist raised, prepared to hit- but thankfully, Mike knew his brother enough to anticipate it, and he dashed to grab his twin by the waist, stopping him.

-“MJ, cut it out!” yelled the puppet maker, and Lukas couldn’t help but be taken aback, not used to seeing Mike so… Angry. And yet, it was barely enough to keep MJ from trying to punch the student- he was trying to break out of his brother’s hold. Lukas couldn’t help but step back, in case the actor did manage to shove his twin aside. But it didn’t happen. Instead, the diva slowly lowered his fist, glaring at his rival with pure hatred in his eyes.

-“Will you pleasefucking stop?!” the benefactor’s loud voice called out to the group. When they all turned their head back to him, his face showed nothing but anger and annoyance. That sent shivers down Lukas’ spine, and he tensed, facing the man again like a well-behaved child. Next to him, MJ glared at the man before rolling his eyes, soon imitating his arch nemesis. Mike, upon seeing his brother had calmed down, let go of him and made a few steps back as well.

Okay, seemed like this day was getting as agitated as the previous one… Was this going to be the case for every single day? He… Didn’t know if he could handle that.

The investor let out a long, exaggerated sigh before pinching his nose, irritation written all over his face.

-“I’m… Ugh… Okay, fine. For this new character, and my decision will be final… I want the newbie on it.”

Lukas’ heart stopped beating, his eyes widening in astonishment. Wait, wait, wh-

-“What?!” the diva’s voice soon echoed around them, his tone enraged and scandalized: “You can’t be serious, he’s just-”

-“I said that my decision was final,” the benefactor reaffirmed his choice, giving the actor a very stern look of disapproval: “And if you’re unhappy with that, then you are more than welcome to leave. If you finally decide to act like an adult, then I will give you another role. But let me tell you, MJ, you’re on thin fucking ice, right now.”

The diva shot him yet another glare, his fists clenched and trembling from how livid he was. Both of them seemed to try and assert their dominance over the other… But eventually, MJ looked away and stormed off, kicking a chair as he moved through the room. It took him only a few seconds to reach the door and slam it behind him, leaving the set after another tantrum. Mike, just like the day before, quickly followed him, most likely to comfort him or at least calm him down.

In the meantime, Lukas was just… Existing, barely realizing what had been said to him. This… This was a dream, right? He was still in the workshop, taking an impromptu nap, this couldn’t be possible in real life…! And yet, it was all very real. In the back, the Conductor and Grooves seemed to have conflicted emotions: on one hand, they were very upset by the idea of rewriting a good part of their story, but on the other hand… They wouldn’t have to worry about that asshole’s attitude anymore. Still, they seemed just confused as him as to why he had been chosen. Yeah, seemed like improvising wouldn’t have been a good idea, but… Maybe in this particular case, it helped to highlight the Moonjumper’s lack of personality.

In a way… Probably not something to do in the future from now on.

Suddenly, the student was brought back to reality as he felt a hand over his shoulder, and he jumped, not expecting the sudden contact. He looked in front of him, his eyes focusing on the person he was facing: the benefactor. The latter still wasn’t smiling, and his expression was still irritated, but it didn’t seem directed at him at least:

-“Well, congrats, I guess. You did good.”

Lukas remained silent for a moment, not knowing how to answer or what to say. Eventually, he stammered a quick “thank you”, his mind still having trouble to process what had just happened.

He had the role- holy shit, he had managed to get the role, and against MJ at that!

The man pulled away and turned to the directors, telling them things Lukas could barely hear over the cacophony his minds was making. Still, inside him… A feeling of pride and accomplishment was growing, enveloping him. A wave of excitement followed, and it was hard not to jump around in pure joy and satisfaction.

Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all…

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=> Chapter 09

[korra-the-red-lion]

Unnatural Affairs. Chapter 1: Move In Day.

(Ally)

The first day of university was one of those exciting yet absolutely terrifying things. Luckily, it was just move in day and that gave me a week reprieve before I actually went to my first class. Still, the anxiety of moving away from home was something you couldn’t help, even if you don’t always get along your parents. Being on your own, expected to fend for yourself alone. That made me shiver to my core.

The car bumped along the road as we approached the campus. My dad said something to my mom under his breath, for her ears only. I didn’t mind, too busy focusing on the school buildings coming into view. It wasn’t a massive campus, but that fit me just fine. I grew up in a small town, so a smaller university was the least overwhelming choice for me to pick. I originally got accepted into Chester University, but with a student population of 45,000, I could feel my heart rate increase just reading about it. My dad was disappointed that I didn’t go to Perkins, his alma mater, but it was just so far away and quite frankly, had a reputation as a party school. No, not for me, thank you very much. I liked that Mount Seamus had a small student population (only 3,000) and was close enough to home that I could go back if I needed to (only an hour and half drive).

“Alexandra,” said my mom, looking over her shoulder, “how are you feeling?”

I tore my gaze away from the window. “A little nervous, if I’m being honest. Excited too, but mostly nervous.”

She smiled at me. “Perfectly normal. I think you’ll be great, sweetie.”

I smiled back at her, before returning my eyes back to the window. We were rolling up to the drop off spot for students. My parents would drop me off there and take my things to my room. I was happy for a chance to be away from them for a short time. I loved them, but sometimes they could be a tad bit stifling. It will be nice to be able to explore on my own for awhile before having to do the whole tour with them.

The car bumped to a stop. I undid my seatbelt, breathing slowly through my nose. I could feel my nerves trying to get the better of me. My mom reached around and placed her hand on my shoulder, giving me an encouraging nod. I nodded back to her and opened the door, the warmth of the August air hitting me.

“We’ll drop your stuff off and meet you at the student services building, okay?” said mom.

I nodded, not trusting my voice right now.

Mom reached out the window and kissed my hands, filling me with warmth, calming me down a little. My dad looked over and mumbled out a ‘good luck’ before they drove off. My dad wasn’t a man of many words, and it was having a hard time with me moving out. I just hoped that he’d open up a bit more before we got here, but clearly that wasn’t happening. Still, there was still time.

The sound of music and people cheering drew my attention. They were holding up signs that welcomed the new students, signs pointing people in the right direction, and just general fun vibes coming from that direction. That’s where I needed to be, so that’s where I went.

The music was a little too loud for my liking, but I just dealt with it. I didn’t have to be at this spot for too long. A student spotted me and waved at me to come over. She grinned as I approached, high fiving her friend. She had her hair tied up in a high ponytail. The colours of the school were painted on her cheeks, nearly hiding the smattering of freckles that spread across her nose and maybe her cheeks. Her friend was a bit shorter, with her hair done in a messy bun and wearing matching face paint.

“Hey-o, welcome to MSU, frosh,” said the freckled girl excitedly. “Is this your first time on campus?”

I nodded shyly, trying to not take a step back. The anxiety was trying to overwhelm me again.

“Nice! I’m Lyn, and this is my buddy Loryn!” she indicated the girl next to her. “We’re here to show people around and help out with anything you need for today.”

“If you want it, that is,” added Loryn quickly, maybe noticing my discomfort.

“Yes, totally!” Lyn looked back and forth between us, frowning slightly for a second before grinning again. “This is not mandatory by any means. It’s more like, uh, a more personalized tour? Some people find the whole group thing super overwhelming and shit, so we do this so people can just have some one on ones.”

“I would like that, actually,” I said with a smile. “If you don’t mind showing me around, Lyn, that would be lovely.”

Lyn winked at Loryn before coming around the table. “Hehe, another win for me, Loryn. If you don’t pick it up, cleaning the locker room sure is gonna suck for you.”

“Shut up and just show the poor girl around. Oh, and try not to be too loud, Lyn.”

Lyn rolled her eyes and indicated me to follow her. She was tall, probably around 6ft or something close to that. I didn’t notice it before, because I was distracted by the blue and white painted all over her face, but she had stunning electric blue eyes. The kind that most girls envied. They really popped against the paleness of her skin.

She must have noticed me looking as she turned towards me a little bit more, her eyes searching mine. Her face softened and she said to me, “You must be really nervous, huh?”

“I am, yeah…” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “It’s my first time away from home, from my parents, you know? You dream of moving out and being on your own for so long, but when the day comes, all you want do is go back home and wish you can just live there forever.”

Lyn nodded. “I get that, totally. Hopefully you’ll adjust here quickly, but girl, don’t feel bad about homesickness. Most of us feel it.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m Ally, by the way,” I said quickly. It totally slipped my mind to introduce myself earlier, but it occurred to me when she called me ‘girl.’

“Ally, huh? That’s a nice name,” she smiled at me again. “Okidoki, let’s get down to business, shall we? This is here is the main campus, where you’ll find all the classroom buildings and the library. The residence buildings are all located around the main campus, but no building is longer than a 10-minute walk around here. Food hall is over on the east side, over yonder,” she pointed to where I assume the meal hall was located, “so it’s nice depending on which res you’re in. I was in Lukas Hall, which was close to the AC but across from the food hall, so I always had to pack snacks for after practice in case I couldn’t grab something before class.”

“Sorry, but what’s the ‘AC’?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

“Shit, sorry, you’re new. It’s the Athletic Centre, where I spend most of my days.”

I bite my lip in thought, looking her up and down, trying to guess what sport she played. She was tall and had lean muscle. She was wearing flip flops and track pants, her toes had chipped nail polish on them. She was wearing a university t-shirt, but it gave no indication to which team she was on. She was smirking at me with her arms crossed over her chest, knowing I was trying to guess.

“Okay, um, basketball?” I guessed.

She laughed with a gentle shake of her head. “Nope! I’ll let you guess one more time.”

Damn, okay. She wasn’t too bulky, so I knew basketball was a risky guess. I think volleyball is wrong too. There were no scraps or bruises on her knees and legs to indicate that she played soccer or hockey.

I smiled brightly when it came to me. “Swim team!”

Lyn broke out in a huge grin. “Damn, yeah! How’d you guess?”

“Well, I didn’t notice any bruising on your skin. So, it kind of eliminated contact sports. I did think maybe you did cross country or swimming because of your build. You’re muscular, but it’s not heavy muscle like other sports. It’s the kind of muscle required for endurance. But then I saw your toes…for the most part they look fine. I feel like a runner would have more calluses and swelling down there. Therefore, the logical conclusion had to be swimming,” I explained.

Lyn gave a low whistle and shoved her hands in her pockets. “Well damn, Ally. That was pretty freaking good. You wanna be a PI or something?”

I blushed as I shook my head. “Not really. I just always had a knack for noticing details.”

“Well, that’s a pretty cool knack. I’m shit with details, so there’s no way in hell I could have guessed that just from sizing someone up. Come on, I’ll show ya the rest of the campus and we’ll head over to the meet up spot. I assume your parents are meeting you there?”

I nodded and we were off again. Lyn was honestly not great at explaining where things were, since she would just vaguely point in the direction and tell me the building names, even though I didn’t know much about them. But, she was really nice and friendly. I actually ended up forgetting about how anxious I was about this whole thing and ended up really enjoying the tour. I knew I’d end up doing it with my parents again anyway, so I didn’t mind that this wasn’t the gold standard tour given out by the university coordinators.

Eventually we ended up back to where I met her and Loryn, who was now gone. Maybe she was giving someone else a tour. Lyn directed me to where my parents were waiting for me. My mom was checking her phone, and when our eyes connected, I realized I never took it out once while I was with Lyn. I guiltily pulled it out from my purse and saw that I had three missed texts and a missed called from her. If I was anxious about moving out, my mom was way worse.

Of course, I understood why. Ever since I was a little kid, I noticed things that other people didn’t. At first, my parents chalked it up to youthful imagination but after great grand dad passed away and I told Nana that he wanted to apologize for how he treated her and Betty when they were growing up, my parents came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with me. There isn’t, in the traditional sense. It just seems as if I could connect to the supernatural aspects of this world. It wasn’t normal, and it really upset my dad quite a bit. I tried to make sure I never talked about it once I got old enough to understand how they felt about the situation, but there were times that it slipped. Like at Kat’s 13th birthday bash, which I ended up having a panic attack at because I swore that I saw some sort of demon crawling out of the garden shed. I think my mom just didn’t want me to feel like an outcast again, but university is supposed to be a new beginning, right?

“Sorry, mom. I was talking to someone and just forgot to check my phone,” I said, a wave of shame washing over me.

My mom, a human scanner when it came to people I was with, looked Lyn up and down before nodding slowly, meaning she approved. My dad, however, stared at her for a solid minute of silence. Lyn shifted foot to foot uncomfortably and tugged at her ear.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked under her breath.

“No, you didn’t. My dad is just very overprotective and tends to do this stupid act to scare people away,” I muttered back.

Finally, my dad clicked his tongue and nodded as well. “I’m glad that you found someone to show you around,” he said slowly.

“Yes, Lyn was very nice to do that,” I said. “The campus is lovely, and it will be nice to have a familiar face to see.” This drew a smile onto Lyn’s freckled face.

“Your daughter is super awesome,” she said to my parents, “but I can’t stick around much longer, unfortunately. Gotta go back and see if there are any other frosh who need my attention, you know?” She spared me a goodbye wink before sauntering back over to her table, where some guy was there instead of Loryn.

I found myself staring over at her before my attention was drawn back to my parents, especially my mom. She had a map of the campus and started asking me where everything was and how close I was to the major buildings (those being meal hall, the library, and the student centre in case I needed campus security for any reason).

I had a feeling this second tour was going to be much longer than the one I just had.

XXX

My parents helped me set everything up in my room. It wasn’t a big space, but that was to be expected. I’m an only child, so the real adjustment is learning how to share the space with another person. She wasn’t here at the moment; she went to supper with her parents. My mom offered to go picked something up so we could eat it here, leaving me alone with dad.

My relationship with my dad was…complicated at best. He was loving and looked out for me, but it was also difficult for him to come to terms with the more… how to say, unnatural aspects of my personality. He grew up as a devout Catholic, so these kinds of things just made him uncomfortable. I remember when I was 9 years old and being told I wasn’t allowed to go over to Chris Parks’ house anymore because his older brother used a Ouija Board during a Halloween party, and my dad was convinced the house was filled with evil spirts since.

So yeah, sometimes it was hard to get along with him. It didn’t matter how many times I explained myself to him, he was always harsh with judgement. It’s not like I woke up one day and asked for this. Trust me, if I had the choice, I’d be much happier living in a world of naivety like the other kids. I’ve had to go to therapy and be prescribed meds to help control my anxiety about seeing dead people and demons. That kind of shit scars you, doesn’t matter what age.

I was humming a tune to a song that helps me stay calm while making sure my poster of Supergirl was straight when I heard my dad clear his throat. Dropping my shoulders in anticipation, I looked over with a frown.

“Yes, dad?”

“Take a seat, I just want to chat before your mom gets back,” he said, patting a spot on my bed next to him.

Wary of what was coming next, I sat with my shoulders curled into towards my body. I fiddled with the arm of my glasses and waited for him to speak. There was no point in rushing him when he got like this.

“Alexandra, I know that growing up, I was harsh with you when it came to…” he waved his hand at me, “…you know. But, it was only for your own good. This here? This is a new chance, a chance to start fresh. No one here knows about your…you know. You can make friends, maybe even get a girlfriend. But baby girl, promise me that you won’t go looking for those kinds of dark things. Promise me you’ll just be ordinary, okay?”

There it was. Ordinary. The word was like a punch to the face every time he said it. I could feel my face grow hot with shame and anger as I got to my feet. “I- dad…you know I hate it when you say it that way…” my voiced cracked as I tried to keep it together.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Alexandra. I just want you to have a good time here and not-”

“What? Not screw up?” I turned away from him, feeling the tears welling up.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“That’s how it sounded to me!”

Dad got to his feet as well and try to put his hand on my shoulder, which I shrugged off, not wanting him to touch me. I hated that he made me feel dirty about this.

“Listen, Alexandra, just…I’m sorry, okay? I just want to know you’ll be safe while you’re here.”

I rolled my eyes and forced myself to take a deep breath. “Okay, whatever dad.”

Whatever dumb thing he was going to say next was interrupted by mom coming in with the food. I quickly wiped at my eyes and forced myself to face them both. My mom’s eyes were red and puffy, clearly from crying in the car. Well, there I go too. I burst into tears and pull my mom into a tight hug, trying to take in her everything. I was ready to get away from home, I swear. But leaving my mom was harder than anything else in the whole world.

There we stood, sobbing onto each other’s shoulders while the food got cold beside us.

XXX

I stood on the corner as my parents drove away, my mom waving to me from the window. I had no more tears to spill, so I stood there in painful, hallow silence. Finally, when the bugs started to get too awful for me to deal with anymore, I made my way back to my residence. MacGavin hall was considered one of the better residences on campus, which is why my parents insisted I stayed there. I wasn’t going to argue with them, since they were paying.

I swiped my student card against the reader and pulled the door open once it beeped green. I made my way back to my room in miserable silence. There was already music blasting from someone’s room, and some of the students were sharing alcohol in the hall. Obviously, the RA was either a party person themselves, or they just didn’t care. To be honest, I didn’t care myself at this time.

I opened my door and saw that my roommate, Sarah I think, was sitting on her bed, headphones in. She rolled over with similar puffy eyes and smiled weakly at me.

“Same boat, huh?”

I nodded with a laugh. “Uh, yeah. That was way harder than I thought it would be.”

“Right?” She sat up, rubbing her face. “I was like, so excited to leave home and be like, independent from them. But then when it like, occurred to me that I wouldn’t be waking up in my house tomorrow… it sorta just like, hit me so hard. I ended up snotting in my salad.”

Okay, that made me genuinely laugh. I sat down on my bed and we ended up sort of just talking through the rest of the night, until we both fell asleep.

Maybe the first day of moving away from home was exciting and the start of a new journey. But those movies and books never talked about how hard it could be to let go. They never talked about the tears and the empty feeling of knowing that you just left everything you knew behind. It never talked about the fear that came with being in an unfamiliar place. As I drifted off, I knew I would be okay, even if it took a few days. But man, did my heart ache.

[on-stand-bi-help]

So I this are just a bunch of texts that I sent my cousin and I thought why not post it on Tumblr as well!

Please do not take this seriously this is just some really bad comedy. Hope you enjoy. (Also this does have swear words and I mean a lot of swear words so you have been warned.)

Ok I haven’t edit this at all so sorry for my grammar and sorry if this doesn’t make sense

So a new MLB episode came out and it’s a special? Idk to be honest but here are my thoughts cause I want you to watch it! So there is a fucking new intro! It reminds me of the old Barbie movies intros not gonna lie but I guess it’s kinda cool.

Ok so their flying abilities or powers or whatever look really weird and I don’t like them. Alya showing the camera back and forth gave me a headache.

Ok but Ladybugs knowing about roses and their meanings gives me fanfic vibes not gonna lie. Chat trying his best too whoo Ladybug and respecting their boundaries (which she made by the way) freaking adorable not gonna lie. Chat being flustered fuck I just realized how much I missed him. Ugh Ladybug’s soft look and as soon as she leaves Chat’s soft look fuck they are adorable omg. Ok Chat saying that he needs to give himself some flowers cause he is amazing. 100% agree 10/10 you deserve it. TREAT YO SELF!

Ugh definitely did not miss Marinette’s obsession with Adrien omg. She’s really trying to lie to tikki bro you’re with her all the time. You can’t lie to her plus she’s been alive since the beginning of the universe and you’re telling me you are honestly trying to lie to her. God damnit Marinette you are such a dumbass.

LMAO THE STUDENT FILM OH MY FUCKING GOD!! THAT’S SO FUNNY!

God damn I saw on tumblr people comparing Draco to Chloe and I’m like bro Draco is a meme and a great character. Chloe is a bitch who is so fucking annoying.

OMG THE TEACHER IS PREGNANT ALL SHE HAD TO SAY WAS I HAVE MEDICAL EXAMS AND I KNEW!!! FUCKKKK YESSSS A RED HEADED BABY!!!

Can you imagine there is a whole episode where the class has to take care of the baby (for whatever reason) and all of them freaking out cause this baby is too precious and Alya coming in and saving the day and being like guys calm down. It’s all good. Nino fucking going soft trying to help Alya as best as he can. Marinette and Adrien never doing this before so both of them are super flustered and nervous! God I WOULD LITERALLY KILL FOR THAT EPISODE NOW HOLY SHIT!!!

Ok damn Kim really ain’t holding back like chill dude. He really just told the principal that the science teacher isn’t cool. You tell that to your friends not the fucking principal. You dumbass.

LILA IS HERE FUCK!!! God not only do I have to deal with Chloe’s bullshit but Lila’s too omg. Ok idk if it’s the website that I’m watching it in but their voices sound weird and I hope it’s just the website and not the actual episode.

Marinette shut the fuck up ADRIEN WAS TALKING BITCH!!! YOU INTERRUPTED HIM!!! Lmao nice save Marinette talking about the film to distract everyone from the fact that you like Adrien. GOD DAMNIT ADRIEN’S SOFT LOOK FUCK!!! HE LOVES HER SO MUCH BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW IT YET OMG!!! GOD DAMN!!! Lmao Lila’s face! Yeah fuck you Lila! Bitchass!

So Marinette is telling everyone that she is over Adrien. Alya isn’t falling for this bullshit! Love that. Marinette, why are you lying just ask them to help you move on. Like I can see the effort but I don’t understand why you are lying about it if you aren’t completely over him. Like bruh. ALEX REALLY SAID “No kidding” to when Marinette said that she was acting crazy. YES ALEX QUEEN! CALL HER OUT! Marinette saying that she just wants to be friends with him and not in love with him. (ARE WE FINALLY GETTING THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT THAT WE ALL DESERVE HOLY SHIT IM LIVING!) Nope nvm she’s still on her bullshit. Did Alya just say that if Marinette will be ok with her and Adrien going to New York together because it may be too romantic. Like Bitch YOU GUYS LIVE IN PARIS! I'M SURE SHE WILL BE FINE!

FUCK YOU GABRIEL!! DIDN’T MISS YOU AT ALL YOU FUNKY ASS BITCH!!!

BRUH ANOTHER MIRACULOUS FOR REAL!!!

DAMN! Lmao Marinette trying to look tough that’s so funny to me! Who you trying to scare bitch cause you ain’t fooling anyone. Bruh Gabriel really friendzoned Marinette for Adrien lmao! Omg I love that. Fuck. I hate Gabriel so much.

I DIDN’T KNOW KIGMA WAS GOING TO BE IN THIS EPISODE!! YAY! EW WTF DID SHE JUST KISS HIM! ARE YOU KIDDING! WAIT WHEN DID THEY GET TOGETHER!! WTF! I DON’T REMEMBER THIS!

Marinette you are so annoying. Where’s Ladybug?! SHE’S SO MUCH BETTER! HOLY SHIT IT’S LADYBUG! OK BUT THAT SCENERY LOOKS SO ROMANTIC! Wait yeah both of them are going to New York like who is going to protect the city?! Oh shit nvm I’m a dumbass hawk moth is going too. Lmao! I’m an idiot! Ok BUT THAT WEIRD BUTTON THING IS ADORABLE OMG!!! AWWW! LIKE WTF!! I WANT ONE! BRUH HOW CAN SHE NOT LIKE CHAT NOIR WTF IS WRONG WITH HER!!! GODAMNIT!

Gabriel really said Surprise bitch to Adrien lmao. Damn poor Gorilla. I can’t believe he still doesn’t have a fucking name godamnit. Lmao I love plagg. Ew god damnit fuck you GABRIEL!

OMG LUKAAAAA! Marinette fucking date him already wtf. He is literally biking your stupid ass to catch up to the bus. GOD LUKA DESERVES BETTER! Marinette you always fucking ruin the moment fuck you. Fuck you. AGAIN LUKA DESERVES BETTER! Luka honey no don’t look at her like that you deserve better. Flashback to the perks of being a wallflower quote, “We accept the love we think we deserve” FUCK YOU BRAIN WHY YOU DO ME LIKE THIS!!

ALYA IS A TRUE FRIEND!!! Bro my friends would be laughing their ass off and making funny faces at the window instead of asking the teachers to stop the bus. HE WAS CARRYING HER SUITCASE TOO OMG! BRO LUKA HAS SOME STRONG ASS LEGS LIKE DAMN!!! Luka then says, “You know what’s important Marinette, that this trip gives you some clarity.” PLEASE GOD THAT SHE FALLS FOR CAT NOIR!!! PLEASE THAT SHE STARTS LIKING HIM!!! PLEASE! BITCH WHY KISS HIM ON THE CHEEK OMG WHY?! He likes you and you decide to kiss him on the cheek. Bro you are just making him fall for you more. Goddammit you are an idiot.

Bruh one look at Adrien and she becomes a tomato god damn. Am I being hard on Marinette cause she reminds me of me. NO WTF!!! Shut up! (At least I’m not a stalker or someone who gets obsessed with my crush in obnoxious ways.)

FUCK YOU CHLOE WE DIDNT WANT YOU TO COME YOU STUPID HOEEE!!!

I JUST REALIZED THIS IS A MOVIE!!! 12 minutes in and I just realized this is a movie. I AM AN IDIOT!!! God I’m so dumb lol. Ok this animation not gonna lie is kinda good.

He really yelled at Marinette in front of everybody in a plane huh. That’s so funny. Also he sounded like such a jock like wtf was that. Lmao Alya and Nino just looking at them like yessss our ship!!! (Alya and Nino are such a mood) This movie is literally like a fucking fan fiction. Adrien, “Oh yeah you’re sitting next to me!” Marinette fucking panicking. Omg this is literally a fanfic. I can’t! I love this omg. I LOVE ALYA SO MUCH OMG!!! Did Marinette just call Adrien her husband. YOU’RE LIKE 14 SHUT UP!!! PLEASE!!! How can you confuse husband with friend. Ok this just confirms that Marinette constantly daydreams to herself and tells herself that Adrien is her husband. Girl, GIRL YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HIM VERY WELL. SHE’S NOT EVEN IN LOVE SHE’S JUST FASCINATED WITH THE IDEA OF HIM. Ugh this is why I don’t like the idea of Marinette and Adrien or Ladybug and Adrien being together. Like she barely knows him and she counts that as love. Jesus. Lmao Gorilla has and will always ship Marinette and Adrien together. You can not change my mind.

Brooo if Marinette had a penis she would definitely have gotten a boner when Adrien fell on her. WHY IS MARINETTE LIKE THIS?! (Ok yes if my crush not that I have one but if I did I would probably do all the shit she is doing but I wouldn’t run away I would fucking just be in shock and freeze. Probably idk. THIS IS GIVING ME TO MUCH SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ACT NORMAL FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE.) Did Alya just say that “New York is the most romantic place in the world!” AGAIN YOU LIVE IN PARIS!!! OH SHIT NVM. I paused it too soon. She continues by saying, “After Paris obviously.” Ok my bad. Ok are we talking about the same New York cause New York isn’t that romantic. Then again what do I know. Marinette FUCK YOU!!! YOU COULD HAVE SAT WITH ADRIEN AND NOW YOU HAVE TO SIT WITH THE FUCKING PRINCIPLE. Lmao this is giving me fucking Spider-Man Far From Home flashbacks. Bro Adrien looks so disappointed. FUCK YOU MARINETTE! Bro gorilla is such a mood. Putting a 10 for both having a fear of flying and for needing relaxation. Wait why doesn’t he have eyebrows? I just realized that. I mean I knew but like I didn’t realize idk if that makes sense.

Dude the principal sleeping on Marinette THAT HAPPENED IN FAR FROM HOME!!! Wait a damn minute in Far From Home Peter lives in New York and goes somewhere in Europe (I forgot where) AND MARINETTE LIVES IN FRANCE AND SHE GOES TO NEW YORK!!! Not only that but these are both superhero movies and they are both in love with someone except here Marinette is trying to get over Adrien while Peter Parker was trying to win over MJ. OK SOMEONE ON THE CREATIVE TEAM LITERALLY WATCHED FAR FROM HOME AND SAID YES LET’S DO THIS BUT THE OPPOSITE. I CAN’T THIS IS SO FUNNY!

AWWWW Alya and Nino sleeping on each other IS EVERYTHING!!! I SHIP THEM SO MUCH!!! IVAN AND MYLENE TOO!!! THEY REALLY WANT TO KILL ME HUH!? WAIT ROSE AND JUELKA FUCK YESSS THE GAYS ARE WINNING!!! MY MULTISHIPPER HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS MUCH POWER ALL IN A MATTER OF SECONDS!!! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!!

Dude I literally thought she said shit for a second I WAS LIKE WHAT?! But she said shoot. I really hope that’s not toilet water on her shirt. MARINETTE YOU HAVE A NAPKIN? OR TOILET PAPER ON YOUR HAIR?! GET THAT SHIT OUT OF THERE?!

Awww the sunset is so pretty. And Adrien is going to come in 3 2 1. Right on time. Adrien, “It's beautiful isn’t it?” I’m expecting Marinette to say, “Yeah but so are you.” and immediately regretting afterwards. Nvm she trips on him instead. Should have seen that coming. Ok now they are looking out the window again. This frame would be so cute if she didn’t have that stupid Toilet paper in her hair. Bruh Adrien just stands next to her and doesn’t even mention the Toilet paper on her hair. Adrien be like, “Yup just me and my fashionista friend Marinette looking at the window. Oh she has a piece of toilet paper in her hair. Damn must be a new trend I don’t know about. That’s kinda sus cause I am a model but whatever she knows more about fashion then I do so it’s all good.” (Not an actual quote.) Damn Alya and Nino ship them so much. Ok but what a mood!

Adrien says, “You're always willing to take a chance on something or someone even when no one else is.” Yeah bruh it’s because she is ladybug, I mean come on how do you not realize. Adrien really smirked at her whole shit! Adrien continues by saying, “You got something Marinette.” Marinette asks, “Something?” WAIT HOLD UP ISN’T HE DATING KAGAMI!!! WAIT IS MARINETTE A HOMEWRECKER!!! I’m kidding. Ok not really. Wait is Adrien a cheater like what?! Adrien continues by saying, “Yeah there in your hair.” He grabs the fucking piece of toilet paper. I LITERALLY FORGOT IT WAS THERE AND I BURST OUT LAUGHING!!! GOD I LOVE THIS MOVIE!!!

Alya is a mood, “I can’t decide if they are the cutest people I know or the most embarrassing.” Literally me whenever I watch Miraculous ladybug. Also this literally sounds like something fanfic Alya would say. Not canon Alya. But I really love how they let Alya say that. Good call team! Omg Nino continues with, “Yeah I love Adrien but he is like a baby chick that just started cracking out of his egg he has a hard time understanding the signals people send them.” THIS LITERALLY SOUNDS LIKE A FANFIC AND I LOVE IT!!! OMG!!! I LOVE OPERATION NEW YORK OMG!!! YESSSSSSSS!!! ALYA AND NINO ARE LITERALLY OUR SAVIORS!!! GOD DAMN I LOVE THEM!!! ADRIEN HUGGED HER AWWWWW!!! I LOVE HIM!

THERE’S ANOTHER SUPER VILLAIN WTF!!! He really wants to kill the people huh. I mean he must be pure evil cause he literally is tearing the airplane apart. He really said: There's tons of people in this airplane huh. Welp I really need this technology so I guess they have to die!

DUDE WHO THE FUCK IS THIS GIRL? I can’t tell if she is a robot or a superhero! MAYBE BOTH!!! ALYA IS SUCH A SUPERHERO NERD I LOVE HER!!! OK this other girl superhero is literally captain marvel. She’s not Majestia (idk if that’s how you spell it) nah she’s captain marvel. LMAO WHEN CAPTAIN MARVEL MAKES AN APPEARANCE IN THE MLB MOVIE AND DOESN’T HAVE THE AUDACITY TO HELP OUT PETER PARKER IN HIS FIELD TRIP!! DAMN!!! SHE REALLY SAID FUCK YOU PETER! MLB FANDOM NEEDS ME MORE THAT YOU DO!! LIKE GURL PETER IS HAVING AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN CAUSE HIS 3rd father figure died!!! Then again she is saving an airplane fool of people but I’m sure you could have made a quick stop to give Peter some advice but whatever.

God I hate the principal.

CAPTAIN MARVEL REALLY SAID I HAVE TO SAVE MY ROBOT WIFE FROM THAT BOMB!! And she fucking blew the bomb away from her face. DUDE THERE IS SO MANY NEW SUPERHEROES HOLY CRAP!!! Ok including the Captain Marvel and the robot there’s 2 more but that’s more than Paris soooooo. WAIT CAPTAIN MARVEL JUST CALLED HER ROBOT DARLING!!! I was joking, I didn’t think they were together. OK I SHIP IT! Captain Marvel, “Are you alright darling?” (Giving me Spinderella and Netasha vibes not gonna lie) STOPPED IT TOO SOON!!! ROBOT JUST CALLED CAPTAIN MARVEL HER MOTHER!!! ABORT ABORT SHIP!!! I regret making all the comments that I just have made. So ignore them. I no longer ship them. Aw they have such a quote MOTHER AND DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP!!! They are hugging each other. Adorable.

Bruh Adrien and Marinette are talking openly to plagg and tikki like could you guys be more obvious. Like shut up.

So apparently there’s a superhero for everything in USA. Um I wish if there was USA wouldn’t be as shitty as it is now.

I love Nino and Alya, that's all I’m going to say.

Also the superheros have a code word for the French students and it’s literally ‘the little croissants’ I LOVE THAT OMG!!! WHO CAME UP WITH THAT CODE CAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!”

Ok turns out Robot girl can actually turn into a regular girl. SO THAT’S COOL!

How is it possible that Adrien and Marinette can’t figure out how the doors work like what?! Ok why the fuck is Adrien constantly catching Marinette every time she falls. Like he isn’t even close to her and he fucking races and catches her. Right he obviously doesn’t like her. Yup I definitely believe that bullshit.

Lmao the robot girl took one look at dumbass Marinette and stupidass Adrien and said, “Those 2 are made for each other.” That’s so funny. Ok robot girl is friends with a girl that has some weird ass earrings (dare I say lesbian). And they both are in school so I’m pretty sure they are the same age. SO I SHIP THEM!!! Grumpy girlfriend and super happy robot girlfriend. ADORABLE!

Lmao they are already going to a party bruh. They just got off of a plane and they almost died. And you’re telling me that they aren’t slightly jet lagged or even a little tired. Bruh come on.

DAMN SABRINA IS GONNA GET A LOVE INTEREST OKKKKKKKK!!! He literally winked at her and she went bright red. DAMN GURL GET IT!!! CHLOE FUCK OFF!!! SABRINA IS GONNA GO FLIRT WITH THE GUY AND NOT BE YOUR STUPID ASSISTANT!!! FUCK YOU!!! GOD DAMNIT CHLOE, SABRINA, MARINETTE AND ALYA ARE ROOMATES BRUHHHHH!!! (And they were roommates- OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES NOT NOW BRAIN PLEASE)

Bro the teacher looks at the hallway and nods cause she notices that all the lights are off in the room and no one is talking and she leaves. And immediately all the doors open and everyone is sneaking off to the party. BROOO THIS REMINDS ME OF NHI LOL!!! So the teacher suddenly pops out and asks what’s that noise and they all go into different rooms. The teacher doesn’t notice. And of course Marinette goes into the room with Adrien but on accident, and for a second I thought she was touching his pee pee but no she was just touching his lower stomach lol. They both look at each other and Marinette gets flustered and Adrien smiles softly at her. And she immediately gets away from him and they end up in the same room as ROBOT GIRL AND HER LESBIAN GIRLFRIEND!!! Robot girl is shipping them so hard while her girlfriend is glaring at them.

HER GIRLFRIEND CAN PLAY GUITAR YESSSSS!!!

SABRINA GO TO THE PARTY PLEASE!!! DITCH CHLOE!!! FLIRT WITH THE AMERICAN!!! THE AMERICAN IS FUCKING STANDING OUTSIDE THE WINDOW!!! WAITING FOR HER OMG!!! He takes her hand AND TAKES HER TO THE ROOF PARTY!!! FUCK I SHIP THEM SO HARD!!!

Omg the dialogue in this movie is fucking amazing. Marinette says, “Is it a bird?” Adrien, “Is it a plane?” Sabrina’s soon to be boyfriend, “No IT’S HOT DOG DAN!” Like bitch why is the hot dog cart flying like wtf?! Dude is this how French people see Americans because you know what?! THAT SOUNDS about right. If USA ever gets superhero’s we PROBABLY WOULD HAVE A SUPERHERO WHO SERVES FUCKING HOT DOGS!!! Damn this movie is pretty fucking realistic. The Americans are fucking thirsty for some hot dogs they literally run over Adrien and Marinette like damn ok yes a lot of Americans like hot dogs but we aren’t animals. Turns out the hot dogs are magical. ROSE LITERALLY GOT SUPER STRENGTH AND WAS ABLE TO LIFT UP IVAN!!! QUEEN!!! AW Sabrina got long ass hair like Rapunzel but it’s brown for some reason.

There’s 2 hot dogs left and Nino take initiative and pays for the hot dog and says, “Not a problem. My girl and I can have one and you 2 can have the other.” Damn this really is a fanfic huh. Then again I doubt a fanfic would have them sharing a fucking magical hot dog. Lol! This movie is nuts. They ate the hot dogs (nvm they took a bite of the hotdog and they dropped it on the floor) and they started floating. They grab hands and they are trying not to freak out.

Meanwhile ALYA AND NINO ALL THE FUCKING GET IS THESE HIGH PITCHED VOICES LIKE BRUH. Also Nino ships them so much omg! BRUH HOT DOG DAN EVEN SHIPS THEM! I mean he doesn’t say anything he just looks at them and smiles.

Omg Alya asked Robot’s girlfriend to set the mood with a song! And Robot’s girlfriend is like yeah sure thing. This movie is surreal.

THE SONG IS LITERALLY THE SONG THAT THEY DANCED TOO AT CHLOE’S PARTY OMG!!! I can’t believe I remembered that.

Bruh Adrien literally just repeated what I typed. HE JUST ASKED MARINETTE IF SHE COULD DANCE WITH HIM!!! They are floating and the moon is shining bright on them (Nice job Yue; setting the scene for us I see) and he extends his hand. She starts floating backwards cause she’s freaking out (What a surprise 😒). He grabs her hand and brings her closer to him. WHAT FANFIC AUTHOR WAS ABLE TO GET A FUCKING HIGH BUDGET TO MAKE THIS MOVIE BECAUSE THIS DOESNT FEEL LIKE AN MLB EPISODE!!!

ALSO Marinette is looking at Adrien in a way that makes her look like a Tim burton cartoon character lol. SHE FINALLY GIVES IN AND DANCES WITH HIM IN FRONT OF THE MOON!!! (They aren’t even dancing to be honest they are literally just hugging each other really closely and spinning) BUT ITS ADORABLE SO I FORGIVE THEM!

Lmao they zoom out of the roof party and you just see in the fucking corner Kim and some other dude having a push-up contest. They showed that in the beginning when Alya, Nino, Marinette and Adrien were entering the party. I just wasn’t expecting that in this whole time Kim and the other guy still continued the push-up contest omg. (This is the first 29 minutes and my hand is tired sooo I’m not gonna write anymore)

If anyone wants me to continue I will but I doubt anybody is going to see this post so yeah! Anyway if someone actually read this PROPS TO YOU DUDE!!! HOPE I DIDNT WASTE YOUR TIME!!! HAVE A GOOD YEAR!!!

Edit: I think Robot girl and girl with weird earrings are sisters soooooo I don’t ship them anymore. (I’m honestly really confused are they siblings or not?!)

[lablass-2882]

How the Akuma Class handles Social Distancing. Part 2 of idk...

Part 2 is up and ready to roll.  I’m thinking of continuing this AU but in a very disjointed way. I kinda want to talk about different families and plot points that occur during the pandemic.  I probably won’t write a complete fic about this but I will post a bunch of plot bunnies that occur during the story.  Either way; enjoy my rambles. 

Juleka/Luka: Worried to the max but doing alright. Juleka was extremely worried about Rose even before she got sick. Luka tried to help his sister through his music but positive vibes and melodies along go so far.  In the beginning, their mother was against the mandate, but as the number of cases grew, she slowly came to her senses.  Juleka and Luka had the houseboat covered.  They set up a quarantined zone to place shoes and dirty laundry.  Luka made a schedule for dishes, wash, and food. Juleka made sure to stoke up on medicine for just in case.  Emergency contacts were made and a list of possible exposure sites was written down for worse case scenarios.  When Rose ended up sick, Juleka was furious. Rose is her light thought this mess and Lila got her sick during one of her stunts.  If Luka hadn’t been there to calm her down, there would have been an incident.  Ounce Rose is sick Juleka spends hours with her on the phone, sharing pictures, trading stories and I love you.  Meanwhile, Luka’s protective big brother senses go into overdrive. He becomes whirlwind of productivity.  Even Marinette is impressed with how much work he gets done.  The houseboat is spotless, the laundry is folded, Juleka is tucked into bed and his mother receives a stern talking to from her son. By the end of the mandate, a lot of people have a newfound respect for the teenager.

Chloe: She’s trying okay.  Chloe was nervous about this virus well before her class was.  Despite her looks and attitude, Chloe does pay attention to politics, the news and other facets of government.  She’ll never admit to it but she was helping her father with perpetration well before the stay-at-home mandate was declared.  She even talked her father into parts of the mandate as “securing future votes”.  She was relieved when the schools went to home school as it allowed her to slack off a little, but Sabrina put a stop to that very quickly. Stating that she needed good grades to be a future politician. Sabrina is a lot of fire behind Chloe.  When she told Chloe about Marinette’s fundraiser, Sabrina knew what the result would be.  Despite the jealously, Chloe does want to truly help Pairs.  She managers to talk both Marinette and Adrien into helping with her fundraiser for the local food bank.  She’s even guest-starred on a few of Marinette’s sewing streams as a fashion model (from the safety of their own homes of course.) and like Adrien, she has visited some of the harder-hit areas. She even made a new friend while visiting one of the hospitals.  The bossy but dutifully head nurse. Chloe liked her Moxy.  

Sabrina: Is helping where she can, mostly with Chloe but it counts.  Like Chloe, Sabrina knew in advance what was happening around the world and how it would affect Pair.  Her father even drilled her on pandemic plans before the outbreak.  She also made sure to keep Chloe up to date on current events. When school shut down, Sabrina was worried but confident that Pair had a plan.  She had issues with Chloe and her school work, but that child’s play to her real plan. Her new goal is to help her father in any way possible. Local food bank low on supplies? One call Chloe that name drops Marinette’s furnished and boom money raised.  Hospitals overrun with rude patients? A text Alya and her lady-blog fixed that right away. People in need of positive messages? Luka and Kitty- Selection are more than excited about doing a zoom concert.  You got a problem; Sabrina's got a plan to help.  Maybe Chloe’s confidence is rubbing off on her.  

Nathaniel and Marc: They are both doing fine.  The stay at home mandate is like a god sent to an artist.  Nat starts a vlog with Marc over their comic and art. They also chip in to help Marinette with her website.  Nat post daily art projects and even some how to draw videos; while Marc posts a lot of uplifting poetry and sayings.  They are both worried sick about Rose and send her hand made cards through-out the whole thing.  When Chloe asks them to help with her fundraiser, they were cautious, but Marinette reassured them that she is trying.  They end up selling some custom artwork and other commission items, along with design the website it was hosted on.  Chloe is thankful that they trusted her.

Max: He’s fine. Worried about school but fine.  He has plenty of video games, podcasts, and coding to catch up on. He still helps out with the classes endeavors and internally he’s worried about his grades and the effect this mandate will have on the school year. His parents later suggest that he starts a tutoring site to help his classmates out.  It becomes a big success. By the end of the pandemic, Max’s tutor site is listed among the best tutor sites in Paris.  His classmates even get in on it.  Max does a lot of the math and science portions; Alix helps with history; Ivan, Mylene, and Luka teach music, and the art club does fun drawing videos. Max is upset about missing the latter half of the school year but happy he could do his part.

Kim: Is doing horribly.  The boy can’t go outside let alone run around.  Staying inside is doing a number on the poor boy.  Kim’s parents are rather strict about screen time, so video games are a touchy subject.  Max tries to help with homework, but Kim still struggles.  After a late-night call with Max’s parents, Kim’s parents try a different approach. They thankfully have enough room to set up a small basketball court in the basement. The goal is to let Kim release his pent-up energy before trying school work.  They also try more mediation and board games to promote relaxing family time.  It slowly working.

Alix: Is hating every second of the mandate.  She stuck at home with her dad and older brother.  The number of augments within the first week alone could rival the Cesaire family easily.  Max’s tutor site helps out a bit.  It gives Alix and her father something to talk about, but it’s still a minefield with her brother.  Alix tries to relax with some sport-videos and joins her class in the different fundraisers but the isolation still takes its toll. Mylene suggests the mediation that Marinette posted and they help a bit.  Although it’s a daily fight over who surviving this pandemic better. It's not helped by her older brother being her older brother and his half-assed attempts at teenage slang.  

Ivan: He sleeps a lot, reads a lot and plays music a lot. Enough said.  As long as he doesn’t have to do a ton of homework, he’s okay.  He misses his girlfriend sure, but he’s not too worked up over the stay-at-home mandate. As long as he has weekly chats to make sure Mylene he’s doing good. He later helps out with Max’s tutor site, but he’s not putting in more effort then he needs to. Let the boy catch up on his sleep.

Mylene: She is also helping where she can. Mylene is an active child.  One who loves to help and be a part of a group.  Unfortunately, she can’t be a part of a traditional group under the stay-at-home mandate. So, she works with what she as.  She starts posting gardening tips; explains the langue of flowers on charity streams; tries to help Rose out with Lila’s scheme, but that gets veto by her parents rather quickly.  Especially after Rose gets sick. She later joins Marinette and her family’s box-lunch program for the local nurses. Turns out she has a ton of soup recipes and the time to try them all out.

To da! Part 2 is done and part 3 will be up in a few days. I am not a fast typer, so part 3 might take some time.  Second verse is same as the first.  This Au is based off of how America is handling the pandemic, feel free to add in plot bunnies or other interesting idea.  If you want me to tag you in stuff let me know.  

Remember to stay safe, wash your hand,respect people’s wishes, etc.  Enjoy. 

@ mysticsoulgirl

[lucidpantone]

Do you think wtfock will try and find a way to make amends for what little the have done to progress Moyo? It's not out of the question for them since they have repurposed characters on a few occasions.

similar anon: They took the piss out of Moyo. I hope Moyo and Robbe are assigned to a group project with Yasmina so Moyo can show peaks of another side of his personality in a way that can be enjoyed. Doing this won't take away from the original storyline, but it will give Moyo/Noa some respect on his name and if it's smartly done it will be a positive addition. Meanwhile Kato can be around, but, like luka, with even less screentime.

similar anon: Do you think wtfock will touch on the awful messaging presented in their resolve to the hit and run incident?

similar anon: What do we know about Moyo's life in cannon aside from his mom has bipolar, he has a younger brother, his father is absent? And he lives in the more humble side of town? Is there anything more substantial that was discussed or shown in a clip?

Disclaimer: This is super long its about Moyo but covers the grey remake characters. For wtfock to redeem Moyo they would have to write their ass off. Is it possible to write that subplot in the most muted tone to not overtake s5 big plots? Yes, but wtfock does not have the chops to execute that much depth they would need to leverage their social media similar to how we know Josh has pretty staunch abandonment issues in druck from the words he uses to express himself to Nora in text. We can see how his father absences has effected him profoundly and how he is pretty clingy and always jumps to Nora is breaking up with him as a 1st option. Wtfock would have to do something similar to that and they just dont have it in them.

From what I understand s4 was written by Bram and it was written not to long after s3. Remember when Bram had that weird good bye tweet or something like that for wtfock its was before corona that waste meant to be it for him and wtfock but ovi the world mind melted and he had a hand in s4 but he did not write the busy work I hear he only wrote large pivotal scene so probably the dance battle, the self harm scene and the crash scene but from what i get he didnt write the lead up to those scenes so when they happen they seem oddly place versus what brought us to that moment. Moyo is probably one of my fav grey characters in the skamverse up there with Arthur, Lola, Ismail and what I feel like Lucas in SkamNL would have been like. These characters can be unforgiving and vicious at times they have a pretty dark strike in them. They can railroad peoples feelings when they push the self destruct mode and they just typhoon. Anyone around them was just in their way in that moment it wasnt necessarily personal. Moyo does this a lot to Robbe and Aaron he is in a bad mood well watch out cuz he may use either one as a punching bag in that moment(all of them do this) and then later probably apologize because he gets it wasnt their fault. He is highly impulsive and emotional oh and his tongue forget about it (remind u of any1? Arthur maybe?). He’ll tell you to “fuck off”, “he doesn’t need you”, “your stupid” (who else does this? Lola and probably Ismail). Also all these characters give me survivor vibes meaning they well justify shitty actions to survive Moyo and the car scene he didnt care about the other person he cared about his Mother because I gather he is a deeply loyal person to people he loves anyone else they just exist and sometimes they are collateral damage (I think Lucas skamnl had these traits concerning his loyalty to Kes and Isa just being in the way) and Moyo has a temper but can also be a really loving person, funny, caring and empathetic towards causes he understands like Sander’s BP. Arthur and Lola are exactly the same. Fly off the handle one minute and then be insanely vulnerable the next (I suspect Ismail is going to have this trait too). I got a anon awhile back saying it would be powerful as fuck if the bench scene happened between yasmina and Moyo(or yasmina,moyo and robbe) and I was like I would be floored that would be so beautiful to me it would need to be something like that and like I said wtfock does not have the capacity to write something that deep and nuanced. All I can hope for is he dumps Kato and maybe dates Keisha hahah. I am keeping my expectations low. I know who am dealing with.

[deathbymeow]

For You, I’d Die. Chapter: 3. No Excuses

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, you need to get your ass up and get back to the land of the living.”

“Not. Ready.” Marinette mumbled from somewhere under her blankets.

Tikki floated down to Alya and Trixx. “She’s hardly left her bed. I’m worried about her Alya.” The little kwami looked deflated, her shoulders slumped, and her antennas drooped.

“It’s Ok Tikki, I’ve got this.” She winked at the red kwami as she rubbed her little cheek.

“You know I can still hear you both, right?” A disgruntled voice came from somewhere under the blankets.

Alya walked over to the bed. “Come on girl. It’s 5pm.” She stated, trying to pull the blankets off her best friend.

“So, what’s your point?” Marinette clung to the blankets for dear life. “I warn you, I’m basically naked.”

“I don’t care. I’ve seen it all before. It’s Friday come on, you promised.” Alya let go of the blankets and flopped down onto the chaise.

She watched the two kwamis settle into Tikki’s nest on Marinette’s messy desk. Marinette had taken her time to careful craft what looked like a mushroom for Tikki to laze about on. The top was red with white spots and was plush so the kwamis could snuggle into it. The stem had a hidden seam so the kwami’s could hide inside if needed. The inside had little cushions and blankets for the kwamis as well as cookies in case they needed to eat.

Marinette’s head popped out from under the blankets. “What did I promise?”

“You’re hopeless Mari. Nino is DJing at Wanderlust tonight. So, get your ass up and take a shower, pleeeease.” Alya tilted her head to the side and held her hands together like she was praying.

“I’m sorry Al. I’m… It’s…” Marinette sat up holding the blankets to her chest with one hand while picking at a thread on her doona with the other.

“I know Mari, I know. It’s been two weeks thought, you’re going to turn into a potato and the only thing they’re good for is making vodka.” Alya hated seeing Marinette like this. She wanted to make all the pain go away, but she knew it wasn’t that easy.

“He’s really gone Al. I didn’t say goodbye. He tried to call a few times, but I couldn’t answer.” Marinette didn’t think she could cry anymore. She knew she’d done the right thing but why did it still hurt?

“Oh girl, it’s going to get easier. For that to happen though, you need to start living again. What you’re doing is some form of self-torture.”

“I deserve it though Al. You should have seen how sad he looked. He proposed and I broke up with him.”

“I think all of Paris saw how sad he looked. His performance of that new song Someone you loved went global overnight.”

“Alya, that doesn’t help.” Marinette squeaked flopping back on to her bed and throwing the blankets back over her head. He’d sung the new song at his bands last concert, a week after she’d left him. She knew it was his way of coping, but it felt like he’d shared something very private for the world to see.

“Mari, from everything you told me, you did the right thing. You’d be miserable if you left Paris. I’d be miserable as well as a certain blonde super model and let’s not forget that stray cat of yours.” She said innocently knowing Mari was about to give her the reaction she was hoping for. Anything to get her out of bed.

A pillow flew at Alya’s head. She raised her hands just in time to save her face. “Hey, there’s that feisty girl I know and love.” Alya hugged the pillow as she watched a dishevelled Marinette appear again.

“That’s not funny Alya.” Marinette grumbled now fully sitting up and looking awake.

“Oh, it wasn’t meant to be. Both those golden-haired beauties are in love with you. Be honest with me though Mari, I know how you feel about Chat but what’s the go with Adrien? You know I’ve always shipped Adrienette.” Alya crossed her legs and lent forwards on the pillow, waiting for a red-faced Marinette to answer.

“I’m so screwed Alya. Maybe I should just join a convent.” Marinette covered her face with her hands and shook her head. “How can I love three, very, verrrry hot guys at once.”

“Well may I suggest a foursome or at least a threesome before you go to that convent. Would be such a shame to not tap all that hot ass.” Alya smiled wickedly at her rubbing her hands together.

Marinette burst out laughing. “Oh my god Alya, get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Just saying, imagine the stories you could tell the nuns. You can’t tell me they don’t read naughty stories. I’m sure they all have their own copies of fifty shades of grey.” Both girls fell into fits of giggles.

Marinette managed to stop laughing and rubbed her face. “Ok, Ok. Avert your eyes I’m getting up and it’s not a pretty sight.” Marinette threw the blankets off and stumbled down the ladder. “I need coffee.”

“I’ll make coffee, you shower then I’ll help you get ready.” Alya hugged her best friend, not bothered by her lack of clothes and messy appearance. She brushed Marinette’s dark hair out of her face and held her cheeks in her hands. “I promise you; you will be Ok.”

Marinette kissed Alya on the cheek and nodded before walking into the bathroom for a much-needed shower.

By 8pm the girls had managed to get ready, with lots of food and a few much-needed drinks. Alya had started with coffee and then moved onto making cocktails. Their kwamis had watched on, occasionally joining in on the conversation. Marinette hadn’t complained and as much as she hated to admit it, it had helped to lift her mood. There was nothing like spending time with her best friend, poring her heat out while eating baked goods and downing a few cocktails to lighten her heart.

“You my dear, look amazing. Scrap that you look fuckin hot.” Alya threw her hands down like she was some rapper before grabbing Marinette’s arm and twirling her around.

“You don’t think it’s too much? I mean I don’t want to stand out. I’m just going to support Nino.” Marinette looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her eye-make up was darker and her eyeliner slightly longer than she’d normally wear it. Alya had curled her normally straight hair giving it a wild unkept vibe.

She’d chosen to wear the choker Chat had given her for her eighteenth birthday. A simple black satin ribbon with a small gold bell that sat in the hollow of her neck. It wasn’t something she normally wore, mainly in case she ran into the civilian Chat but what were the chances right?

“No, no it’s perfect. You should wear black more often Mari. I bet if Chat was to see you, he’d have a brain malfunction or worse a nosebleed.” Alya couldn’t help but laugh at the face Marinette pulled. It was somewhere between smug with a hint of ‘oh shit’.

“Oh my god, all I need is cat ears and I’d look like a fan girl.” Marinette threw her hands up into the air, nearly knocking Alya’s drink out of her hands. “That’s it I’m not going.”

“Oh, stop being as dramatic as your silly cat boy. You know who else is going to be there?” Alya said checking her reflection out in the mirror.

“Who?” Marinette asked even though she knew full well who Alya was going to say.

“Adrien. He’s been asking about you. Said you hadn’t been returning his calls or text.” Alya held out her hand and examined her nails. “Care to elaborate?”

“Alya. You know why. I would never have cheated on Luka but being around Adrien… I can’t explain it. I’m such a shit person.” Marinette looked down at her feet, twisting her hands together.

“No Mari, you’re not. Your human. Maybe if Luka hadn’t gone away you guys wouldn’t have ended up drifting like you did or maybe you would have. That’s life, it sucks, and it hurts but you can’t stop feeling things or living your life. You’re a love bug. It’s what you do.” Alya gently lifted Marinette’s face to hers. She stared into her blue eyes knowing that Marinette wouldn’t want to except what she was saying.

“Alya…” Marinette started but Alya cut her off before she could interrupt.

“Don’t you dare Mari; you need to hear this. You deserve to be happy. You sacrifice enough. You didn’t hurt Luka on purpose. If you want to be with Adrien go for it. Maybe not tonight, but when you’re ready. Life is too short; we risk our lives every time we use our miraculous. You risk more than most of us. Just be happy, please.” Alya rubbed her best friends’ shoulders and smiled warmly at her.

“Wow… Alya I… I… shit I love you.” Marinette threw her arms around her best friend, unable to find her words.

Alya’s phone beeped. “Ok now that I’ve said that, let’s get out of here.” Alya grabbed Marinette’s hand and their bags. “You two cutie pies comin?” Alya asked the two smiling kwamis.

“Sure, thing you foxy lady.” Trixx replied, floating into Alya’s bag.

Tikki kissed Marinette’s cheek. “I love you Marinette. Alya is one hundred percent right, you deserve to be happy.” She floated over to Alya and kissed her cheek as well. “Thank you Alya. You are the very best.” Alya gently hugged the little kwami before she joined Trixx in her bag.

Once downstairs, they said goodbye to Sabine and Tom who looked happy to see their daughter out of bed.

“Bye Mama, Papa.” She kissed each other them on the cheek.

“You look beautiful, my dears. Have a good night and be safe.” Sabine said hugging her daughter.

“I’ll keep a close eye on her mama Sabine.” Alya hugged Sabine and Tom before Marinette pulled her out of the apartment.

They jumped into Alix’s car, giggling as a guy on a bike nearly ran into a pole after staring at the pair a little too long.

“Hey ladies, looking good. Ready for a wild night?” Alix asked smiling. Her Kwami Fluff sat on her lap nibbling on a carrot stick.

“You better believe it. Let’s make it a night to remember.” Alya declared, grinning ear to ear at Marinette.

*

The club was loud and filled with thick fog, produced from a machine that hung over the entrance. The guy on the door had let them straight in without Alya having to show her pass. His eyes had trailed up and down Marinette’s body a few to many times and Alya had wiggled her eyebrows at her. Marinette had nearly choked trying not to laugh, but when he’s asked for her number, she found it less amusing as he looked nearly twice her age.

“Sooo, what did Mr Muscles have to say for himself?” Alya asked once they had made their way to the bar.

“Eww so not funny, something about how he could show me what a real man was like now I’d dumped the blue haired punk.” Marinette clenched her fists together. “If he wasn’t the doorman, I’d have knocked him on his nasty ass.” Marinette was furious already and very grossed out. “I need a drink.”

“I’d have payed to see that. Bam! Take that you old perv.” Alix laughed as she punched her hand and low fived a hysterical Alya. “So, it’s true then Mari?” Alix’s amused expression turned serious.

“Yeah, it is.” Marinette answered looking down at her hands.

“Ok enough of that. Here girl get this into you.” Alya passed Marinette a shot glass filled with god knows what. It smelt strongly of tequila but was blue in colour.

Marinette scrunched her nose up, shrugged her shoulders and downed the shot in one go. It burnt her throat as it went down, leaving a warm sensation in her belly.

“Good girl.” Alya laughed, downing hers with Alix before passing them a cocktail each. She pulled the girls back into the crowd. “Adrien got us the VIP lounge upstairs.” She yelled leading them to the impressive stone staircase.

The VIP lounge had a more intimate setting. Three round tables with curved navy-blue velvet lounges were scattered around the space with a dance floor in the middle. A small bar with their own bartender was in the far corner and on the right, a floor to ceiling glass wall gave a perfect view of the stage and dance floor below.

Nino greeted the girls with hugs. Alix waved at Max and bounded over to him. The private space was filled with their friends, Marinette new most of them except a few.

“Hey baby. You made it just in time. You lookin damn fine.” Nino grabbed Alya by the waist and started to dance with his fiancé. He buried his face into her neck making her laugh and slap his shoulder. No doubt at something X-rated he’d said into her ear.

Nino let go of Alya and grabbed Marinette for a second hug, then spun her around. “Hey M, you lookin good too. I’m so happy you made it. How you doin?”

Nino was like a brother to Marinette. He’d always been there when she needed him. Now he was the guardian, he’d taken on an even bigger role in her life. He’d trained under master Fu for years before master Fu had retired leaving the miraculous box to him. Nino knew all the identities of the holders. Some knew each-others like Alya, Alix and Marinette but for some reason Marinette hadn’t felt like it was safe to tell Chat. Maybe because if she knew the man behind the mask, she wouldn’t be able to hold her feelings back any longer.

“I’m Ok, Nino. When you up?” Marinette was quick to change the subject; she didn’t feel like breaking down in front of everyone in the middle of one of Paris’ hottest night clubs.

“Oh shit. I gotta go.” He kissed her cheek then grabbed Alya and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips then dashed off.

“Finish that drink. We have some serious dancing to do.” Alya demanded as she dragged Marinette to the dance floor.

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

[mmemiraculous]

Berry Boys Chapter 3

First Gig

Tags: @shadowberrybinch

“Crap, I’ve got to get my fountain pen.” Marc got up to retrieve his pen from his room. “Do you want a snack?” He asked the bluenette on the couch.

“I’m ok.” She replied.

Marinette was at Marc’s house this Saturday. They were watching movies, and chatting. Marc had called her over when he felt way to bored home alone. He’d gone to his room to get his fountain pen because Marinette had said she wanted to make a cheesy love poem for her girlfriend. Marc chose to use the fountain pen because it made the words look fancy.

“Hey Marc, who’s ‘Blueberry Guitarist’?” Marinette asked from the living room

Marc’s eyes widened as he ran back to the couch, pen in hand. “D-don’t worry about it.” Marc snatched his phone out of Marinette’s hands.

“Wait— is it Luka? Did you text him?” Marinette’s eyes lit up.

“I-I maybe- don’t worry about it, I said.” Marc stuttered, his face was flushed in embarrassment. It was Luka texting him, but he wanted to tell her himself to avoid embarrassment.

“I’m sorry for teasing.” She apologized.

“No, no your fine.” Marc assured her, “and yes it is him.” He said quietly.

“What did he say?”

Blueberry Guitarist: Hey!

I got a small gig at a coffee shop

Tomorrow a friend of mine is

Going to sing while I play

You can come if you

want to.

We can also hang out later too

“He asked me to hang out.” Marc said sinking into the couch cushions.

Bluenette squealed and clapped her hands. “It’s totally a date!”

“I-It’s not a date!” Marc stuttered. “He just said hanging out. I don’t think it could be any clearer.”

“Ok, ok whatever you say.” She put her hands.

Marc put his phone down and put his focus back on the movie..

“Blackberry?”

“Yea?” Marc faced her.

“Are you gonna answer?” She chuckled softly.

“OH, Right!”

Whipping his phone out he sent the reply quick

You: yeah, sure!

I can hangout after as well

The reply back was immediate:

Blueberry Guitarist: Great! Hears the

[address] I’ll see you there!

Tomorrow was going to be a great day, Marc thought as he sank back into the couch.

“What about the poem?” Marinette reminded.

“Oh yeah,” he took his pen and a blank sheet of paper off of the coffee table. “How do you want to start this?”

“What about, “your cinnamon brown eyes give me strength to get through the day.””

Marc sighed, this is going to be a long day.

After 2 bowls of popcorn, 2 movies, and 1 very, very, cheesy love poem later, Marinette went home. 30 minutes after her leave, Marc’s mom was back home.

“Hey sweetie, how was your day?” She asked when she walked into the apartment. She hung up her coat and put her keys on the hook next to it.

“It was fine. Mari came over and we watched movies.” The next part rushed out of his mouth: “someonealsoaskedmetohangoutwiththemialreadysaidyesbutanIgo?“

His mom stared dumbfounded. “First of all, how can that many words come out of your mouth so fast? Second, what did you say?”

Marc sighed, he’d been doing a lot of that today. “I said, someone also asked me to hang out with them i already said yes but can I go?” The writer explained slower.

“Oh really?” She smirked.

“It’s just hanging out!”

“Go ahead sweetheart. You already said yes anyways.” The writer’s mom said with a smile on her face.

Yes! Tomorrow plans are confirmed. He felt that his mom would say yes regardless, as long as they weren’t doing anything together tomorrow. Daniella Anciel was just like that. Always bringing joy to anyone around, doing anything and everything for her family.

“So, What do you want for dinner?” She said when she made her way to the kitchen.

___________

Sunday morning, Marc’s anxiety level felt like it went through the roof. Today was the day he’d go out with Luka. No. It’s not a date. They’re just hanging out after Luka’s gig.

The guitarist told him that he’d they would start at 3:00pm. So Marc decided to get there at 2. Just Incase of course.

“Be safe! Make sure to lock the door when you leave and call me if anything is wrong.” His mom told him on her way out the door. “I love you!” She waved as she closed the door, he waved back and locked the door.

4 hours until he had to leave, how should he pass the time? He could write, Marc still didn’t have an exact idea for his short story. The deadline was in one month, so he couldn’t procrastinate for too long. It wasn’t that he had nothing to write. It was that he had way to many options. Maybe this is how Nathaniel felt when he let him go. But could Marc having all of these really stressed Nath out that much that he really had to let him go?

Anyways, he’s got to stop thinking about that. It always drives him down a spiral when that topic gets in his head. For now he can just write. So Marc decided to expand on one of the many prompts he had.

___________

4 hours. He has been writing for 4 and a half hours. HOW?! Marc had told himself that he’d be out of the apartment by 2. It’s 2:32.

Grabbing his keys and journal, Marc raced out of the apartment, almost forgetting to lock the door on his way out. With how fast he was running Marc was surprised that he didn’t get hit by a car.

At last he finally got to the cafe. He opened the door and a few things caught his eye; Luka had an acoustic guitar instead of the one he saw him with the first time he met him, Marinette and Kagami were sitting at a table, and the clock said 2:45. He ran for 13 minutes? Marc made his way to his friends.

“Why are you sweaty?” Kagami asked. “Did you run all the way over here.”

“M-maybe” Marc stuttered. Is it that obvious? He was still out of breath, maybe it was that obvious. “What are you two doing here?”

“We wanted to be here for Luka’s first solo gig.”

“Oh, ok.” Marc just thought it would just be him and Luka after he played.

Marc went up to the counter and ordered tea. 15 minutes later Luka and a girl he didn’t know went up to the small area that had a microphones, two speakers, and two stools.

The girl had brown skin and short curly black hair. She wore a purple leather jacket with a jagged stone crop top and blue high waisted Jeans. Frick she’s pretty.

“Hello everyone, my name is Angeline Johnson,” the girl introduced herself, then gestured to the guitarist. “And this is Luka Couffain, we’ll be playing a song named’’ fire drill.”

Luka started playing a few notes, and then Angeline started singing. Her voice was really nice, but that’s not what Marc was focusing on Luka. He looked in his element, so calm and content, and he was really good at playing. Luka made the entire vibe of the cafe so calm. A big surprise of the entire thing was when Luka started singing the second verse. Marc didn’t know if he could be more impressed than he already was, Luka was just that skilled apparently. What really tied the rest of the song together was when Luka and Angeline sang the break together. They sounded like their voices were made for each other.

At the end of the end of the song the entire cafe gave a big applause and the two singers said there thanks. They hugged each other and went their separate ways.

Luka picked up his guitar and walked over to the three. “Hey guys. Thanks for coming.”

“No problem, we wouldn’t want to miss this.” Marinette said.

Luka turned to the writer. “Hey Marc.” He smiled at him. God damn, he can’t let him move on from his other crush huh?

“Hey,” Marc said back. “You were really good. So was Angeline of course. But um, I didn’t know you were going to sing as well.”

“It was Angeline’s idea.”

“Well, it was a good idea.” What came out of Marinette’s mouth next was unnecessary. “So, are you and Angeline seeing each other or…?” Marc almost choked on his tea.

“What? No!” Luka shook his head fast. “Of course not! Angeline’s with someone and I don’t see her in that way.” That relieved Marc. Should that relieve him? Is he be allowed to be relieved by that. “Anyways can we please change the topic now?”

“Sure.”

“So what are you guys doing next week?” Kagami asked, the question aimed at Marc and Luka. Both explained that they didn’t have much going on besides school work.

“You should join us on our group hangout at the ice rink. It will be us two with Alya and Nino on Friday.”

“I’m free.” Said Luka.

“I’d have to ask my mom first, but I’m probably free.”

“Great we’ll see you two there.” They started packing up their stuff. Both said their goodbyes to the boys and took their leave.

“Thanks for coming again.”

“I-I’m glad I’m here. You two were really good.” Marc smiled.

“Thank you, really. So Mari told me that you’re entering a contest?” With that question Marc launched into conversation, not stuttering like he has been when he talked with Luka, talking about writing did that to him. It was also sweet with how Luka was apparently interested with what he was talking about.

After he finished rambling about himself he decided to ask about Luka. He told Marc about himself. Told him about from him living on a boat to his dreams about playing music for big crowds. Frick. Luka is really cool. It’s only been two weeks since he’s gotten over Nathaniel, should he really be liking someone already?

After their conversation, at 4 o’clock, Marc had to leave unfortunately. “I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah”

Both stood not knowing what to do next. So they both went for a hug instead, which surprised them both that they had the idea at the same time.

“So, um, bye.” Marc said, with a shy wave.

“See you.” Luka smiled.

Marc left the cafe feeling really good about Friday.

[rainymcrnings-blog]

hey hi hello! you can call me peach, and I’m here with this beautiful soul archer! I’ll have a better bio for him in a few days but for now, have some skeleton bio points and some possible plots/connections! 

luka sabbat. twenty-three cismale. he/him. paramore | i can’t believe i just saw ARCHER CALLOWAY walking out of cadence records. they’re the LEAD GUITARIST from the PUNK POP group INCARNADINE who have been in the industry for TWO YEARS. the tabloids love to focus on their OVERWROUGHT nature , but they’re also pretty GOOD NATURED and they seem to give off a vibe that reminds people of SWIMMING IN A LAKE, LEATHER SCENTED CANDLES, VINTAGE CASSETTE TAPES, COLD BREW COFFEE  | . Peach, 19, est, she/he

• he grew up in New England, more specifically Maine, in a fairly large town surrounded by coastal shops and large lakes that Archer spent most of his childhood in

• archer always loved music, his parents would say he started writing music before he could talk but it was his guitar teacher in eighth grade that really encouraged him to go out for auditions and play in his local bookstores and the coffee shop where he worked as a barista during the space between after he graduated high school, and while he was contemplating college 

• still will have to work out the details of how the band ‘formed’ with the other members but here’s a quick and dirty on how he got signed with cadence records) 

• someone recorded one of his acoustic sessions singing an original song, and posted it on twitter, insta, the like. long story short, it blew up immensely, and he had a spokesperson from cadence in his dms and booking him on the first flight out to la

• he didn’t find it hard, to leave his family and everything he knew, as he knew he would leave one day or another 

• even so, he still has a strong relationship with his family back home and will face time his mother at least once a week 

• i’ll do more in his actual bio, but after his band finished their first large tour, and the album release was a success, he bought a house and a dog

 - for reference his dog’s name is Kahlua and she’s a redbone coonhound aka the love of his fucking life bc in his words ‘shes baby’ 

- he loves vintage shopping and buying big oversized sweatshirts that are from disney or somethin 25 years ago 

- he hates being ‘’famous’’’ for the fact, that he literally can’t do anything outside of his house so he’s literally like leo decaprio when he goes outside and gets met with fans/media attention 

- and despite his mother’s best interests the boy can’t cook for shit, so he usually orders take out or those premade meals you hear about on podcasts ads, bc he literally will burn water

-he does not give one single fuck about gender expectations and he will happily wear glittery highlights on stage with his female bandmates

- in general, he’s just a very high-strung person, always moving from one project to the next be it painting or writing a new song etc, and moving from city to city on a tour oft makes him very stressed out and Not Well 

-anyways this is prob far too long as it it, so here are some (really) wanted connections and plot ideas lol 

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS BAYBEE !!

-this is honestly just me rattling off ideas, but if you have something else you can really see archer working as, totally come talk to me!

best friends -literally give me goofball, sending memes to each other, texting all the time best friends. we can work out details, but archer would feel very strong and protective over these people in his life 

long-time best friend - this would be someone who met archer when he was fresh off the plane from maine when he was 18/19 and immediately hit it off with, he would still be probably very close with this person, considering they’re in the same type of work and he very likely invites them over for calzones and the office every other weekend

fwb - someone he meets at an industry event, etc and (obviously) hooks up with on more than one occasion

ex partners - give me all the ex plots please omg (angsty exs/on bad terms, on good terms/mutual breakup, “i still have feelings towards you” type of ex, etc)

only in the papers - fake relationship/ PR relationship, archer is saddled into a relationship with this person by his manager for the sole purpose of to have someone under his arm for red carpet movie premieres and nightclub after parties. we can totally plot out how they feel about each other (ex: hate each other, goofy best friends off camera, tense feelings that lead into something more, etc) 

wild things - this would be archers party pal, someone who he gets absolutely shit faced with at bars/nightclubs/ at his house. this is the person who he texts on a friday night, also someone he probably gets high with lmao. presumably, also someone who posts terrible pictures of him while he’s drunk and vice versa

the ‘oh shit you’re supposed to be my worst nightmare according to the press , and you’ve called me out on twitter, but we’re actually hooking up on the side’ plot 

someone who snubbed his band for an award way back when and now he just lowkey hates them and will do anything to avoid them 

some mutual guy friend who he always goes to abt girl issues and fashion advice for red carpets lmao 

honestly he’s just a big soft boy who will eat mac n cheese in his spiderman pj pants instead of going to his own album premiere lol

[starryknightace]

Hey Lukas! A while back I sent you some messages about an amazing bookshop date & staying up until 1 am every night talking to him. We're still seeing each other (& still talk that late!) and tonight he texted me asking if I wanted the leftover desserts from his work because he knows I have a major sweet tooth and then drove round just to give them to me and just god Lukas I'm so 😍😍😍😍 for this dumb sweet boy, I actually can't take it 💕

OMG IM SO SORRY I DIDN'T SEE THIS HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN IN MY INBOX? 😅

But this is legit the cutest shit i've heard this week 😍 oh man, i can't tell you how good it is to hear its going well! Big lovey vibes being sent your way!

[survivesalem]

Episode 5 - “things got extremely messy.” -Raffy

After voting out Keegan, things got extremely messy. Lukas basically threw an entire tantrum in the tribe chat (which he claims wasn't one, but we all know it is one) that rubbed me completely the wrong way. He somehow found out that I was a person who threw the challenge last round. Apparently, someone in my alliance is a little rat. It wasn't Brien. And it wasn't Jessie. Because he's mad at Brien as well (didn't know Brien was flipping at all) and Jessie didn't know that we were throwing. That leaves Jay and Mac. Lukas apparently has quotes from the conversation that occurred. It can't be Jay because I never mentioned throwing in our PMs, so it has to be Mac who was probably trying to cover his own spot. That's why he keeps sending voice messages instead of text. He's definitely too strategic and wily. He's trying to cover himself on all bases when he doesn't need to. If he wasn't on my target list before, I know he is now. I don't know why he did it, but I am going to snake him out. Someone did tell Lukas. I feel like I can trust that. But all of this nonsense Lukas pulled has just sealed his fate. Also, on an alliance call, Mac was a little too quick to be like "I'll put a throw away vote on one of you to throw people on the other tribe off." And he wants to throw the challenge again? This dude needs to learn that not everything can be based on strategy. He's the traitor and I need to watch what I say to him from now on. We really need to win this challenge though. Because I am now in a super uncomfortable position with all that has happened.

So. My plan worked 100%. Mastermind shit. Things popped off afterwards. Lukas was a lil messy and quite annoying about being left out, even though they said A) Lukas said he knew Keegan was getting votes and B) Lukas and Keegan are good mates. Now, here’s my issue. Raffy doesn’t wanna throw this next challenge. I mean fair enough BUT...I’m pretty sure Raffy and Lukas are working together, and Raffy would want to flip at merge, probably take Jessie too. That’s super worrying. I’m happy the 5-2 vote worked perfectly. I just need some damn Olive Oil for this idol!

To be completely honest this is the most comfortable I felt all game and I know in survivor you’re not supposed to feel comfortable bc that’s when you’re blindsided but I would bet my bottom dollar that the vote is coming down to Keegan and Mac unless something changes hours before tribal.  the 4some of me raffy jay and Mac is strong at least for the time being Lukas and Keegan suspect something which means one of 2 things. 1 someone told them something or 2 everyone is being quiet with them and they are getting suspicious. I hope this is the right vote for me to allow me to make merge and not be the next boot but I know one thing is Lukas is gonna be mad coming back to camp without Keegan I came into this tribe I observed the dynamics and saw it was 3-3-1 but I took the swing vote power away from Jessie and flipped myself to hopefully give me more agency later in the game and more allies amongst all the original tribes. I feel bad voting Keegan but it’s the name of the game and he seems like a real nice guy otherwise

So tribal went well for me I stayed . I really thought Keegan was gonna pull some sort of advantage out but that never happened . So then we are all chilling on call a few minutes after tribal and Lukas joins the call and accuses us of throwing the last challenge . Everyone seemed kinda shocked so I was like yeah no we didn’t throw the challenge . So after that he spammed the chat for a good twenty minutes . I think he was drunk or high idk . Anyways according to him I have a blue aura and I am a Twizzler /jolly rancher when it comes to candy . So that was an eventful night oh yeah I also told the tribe to please give me the easy puzzle because I’m not good at puzzles . So today comes around and everyone’s quiet until Brien comes to me asking how I’d feel about a trio and of course I’m gonna accept like the fuck? Why wouldn’t I accept a group of some sorts I’ve been trying to get in one all game . So me, Brien and Mac the oak tree man are now a trio which is cool because I vibe with them. I’m also vibing with this lovely puzzle its spooky spooky . I am also loving these random items I pick up that don’t help me get advantages I’m really hoping there’s some merge spells that include this items . I mean I’m looking ahead to merge when I may not make it that far but I’m gonna hope I do . I really need to stop with these long confessionals but these are my thoughts so you know gotta get them out there ! Anyways witch out 🔮

Brien came up to me thinking about how Lukas knew about the throwing. He thinks Mac was the one to do it as well. I am glad we are both on the same page because I now can express my plans for if we go to tribal. I want everyone to put a vote on Lukas, then I want one of either Brien or I to put a vote on Mac. That way it will turn into a 5-1-1 vote. If Lukas plays an idol, then it will tie between whoever he voted for and Mac. And if he voted for Mac then it's even better. I told all of this to Brien who was concerned about how we would do if Mac did not go home. I told him that we can blame the stray vote on Jessie. At the very least, Brien and I do not trust Mac anymore. Thank god someone sees his treachery besides me. Brien was also concerned about Jay's relationship with Lukas. I feel the same way, but I think that Jay will stick with us in the long term because Jay is smart. I have no plans at the moment to turn on him like I do with Mac. However, I am going to keep my Lukas dislike at a minimum so that I do not rub Jay the wrong way. Who knew that I would end up being a duo with Brien lol. I've talked to Jessie more than I've had in the past few rounds which is good. She seems to be oblivious and not believe Lukas in the throwing. But, she might make for a great ally and snoop if we go to tribal. Because of the mess that tribal might become, I am really hoping that we can pull out this win. I've gotten the best that I possibly can get, and I put the people who would most likely throw on the same section so as not to fuck us up (Lukas and Mac). Crossing my fingers that all this planning is for naught and I can relax tomorrow for my mini.

JUST A QUICK BACKTRACK I REALLY DID EXPOSE AUSTIN AND GET HIM VOTED OUT I'M SHOOK ANYWAY. I think being shy is a bit part of my nature at first so I think I've come off as a lil blunt or not caring or something, I think that's also why I don't really have a solid alliance. I miss my boi Mac! I love Mac I truly do and not in a romantic way or anything but he's literally a brother and a friend for life. I wanna meet up with him and possibly meet people who are more willing to work with me. I miss Jessie too! I actually really liked her so I would love to work with her again. Gizmo right now is someone who I think I wanna work with the most I can see us 2, Alex & either Paolo or Christian forming something and taking out someone like Dylan who is super intelligent. I love Dylan I think they're a great person but Dylan is like a walking Wikipedia and Zach has also shown his strategically strong in the game. I've been using the "I'm new to ORG's this is my first what do I do" thing a lot but I think that's made my social game a lil shit so I need to befriend these people more. Wish me luck hoes adios

My tribe won. I personally would rather lose but it’s fine. I just need Alex and Liam safe. I need my kings at merge with me 🥺🥺🥺🥺. Meanwhile I don’t trust Raffy as much as I did. Jessie, Brien and I made a trio chat.

FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK I MISS THE CABIN i didn't have to do anything.....i got food...........i didn't have to vote people out.......this sucks

So uh....we lost. my initial thought for a vote is Liam because he threw Dylan and I under the bus for leaving gizmo out of the last vote because we thought he would tell Austin. that’s not true at all. Tbh I forgot to tell gizmo lmao. I truly felt bad about it, but I’m not happy with Liam throwing us under the bus like that.

Well I have a 50/50 shot at being the one going home. Hopefully I did enough to cast the vote off me and onto Alex, but who knows. At this point I've really done all I can to get me out of this situation. Sadly, if I do get voted out my boyfriend will have to break up with me because who wants to date someone who gets pre-Jurried

So we lost which....i wish we could’ve seen individual scores so we have an idea of how everyone did? idk though. it sounds like the vote is Alex though. I truly am just following what other people are doing and trying to play low key this premerge

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11 questions answered & asked, SKAM edition

Rules:

Always repost the rules!

Answer the questions given to you by the one who tagged you!

Give 11 questions

Tag 11 people!

sorry i’m not going to tag anyone.

Thank you for the tag evakuality! I found this kinda difficult and I rambled a lot, but it was fun :)

1. What clip or clips would you rec to someone to showcase what Skam (or your fave remake) is about?

sana & yousef’s date in episode 9 s4; this clip is so beautiful - visually appealing, showcases the chemistry between sana and yousef, has teenagers reckoning with life’s big questions -it’s perfection and i love it. look at them!!!

hmm i’m also trying to think about a clip that not only showcases what skam is about but why i’m drawn to it... i think maybe skam españa s2 e5 clip 1 bc i always love the coming out scene but i especially like the way it played out in skam españa and i think the clip highlights the importance of female friendship, acceptance and being true to yourself which is like the whole point of skam!!

2. What food has Skam or a remake made you want to try?

i can’t remember any specific food things from seasons other than druck s3 so... i am always craving baklava after watching the scene with amira and matteo. also this wasn’t even in druck but the instagram touka posted of lukas eating kunafa made me want to try it - it looked so good!!

3. Which character’s social media do you think reflects them the most?

i looove matteo’s social media i love the chaos of his meme choices and how his instagram has been completely taken over by david now, it’s perfect.

4. In a similar vein: favourite social media post?

probably the two instagram posts from david and matteo from their clip during the abiball special. first - getting that clip and those posts was an absolute gift bc i was rly going through the withdrawals at that time so it was truly Something!! to get extra content of them being cute on instagram. but also there’s just something about their dynamic in that clip which translates over to the pictures that i’m obsessed with. O B S E S S E D.

5. Best use of music in each version you’ve seen?

ahh holy crap what a difficult question!!! absolutely o helga natt from og skam like literally the most iconic scene ever it’s absolutely stunning perfect use of music!!!!!

druck is so hard bc it’s so recent and the soundtrack was so good and there are honestly soooo many scenes i could choose from but one underrated music moment for me is the use of forest green in the clip where matteo calls david and texts his mum i just find it gives the clip such a relaxed and healing vibe and the lyrics about time just really get to me.

and maybe in an alternate universe where isa and liv fall in love then liv singing on stage in the first ep of skam nl and isa being totally absorbed by it would be my favourite use of music in that version.

6. Characters from each version who should be friends?

oh god i’m so bad at thinking about stuff like this... hmmmmm. i’ve loved all the little headcanons ppl have come up with about david and even meeting and bonding so maybe those two? maybe jonas vasquez and amira? and i just want shay to be surrounded by love and support and have older lgbt friends who aren’t predatory so maybe shay and esra (bc esra is a lesbian) and david and maybe hans could all be friends.

7. Do you have fanart or fanartist faves?  Rec some?

ahhh i love fanart. so as above i think this fanart is one of the reasons i want to see david and even meet/be friends and isak/matteo be grumps together. oh god i’m going through my whole fanart tag and i just want to rec all of it it’s all so amazing. ok this and this by goosteh are amazing, and also this piece!

oh my GOD i just remembered i could rec fanart from a time before druck and i remembered this which is just the cutest thing ever!

8. Which squad do you want to join?

honestly none, really. i’m too old!! but if i was a teenage girl i think the skam nl girl squad, i think it would be really nice to have a solid group of friends like that who are easy with their affection and it’d be nice to have good outfits all the time (i assume by being in the squad i automatically acquire good taste and nice clothes).

9. A clip that hits you in the emotions (can be happy or sad)?

the party clip in druck s3 where matteo isolates himself in his room and then has the almost kiss with david. it’s sooo real and raw and i think it’s when i really fully started to identify with matteo and so that gets me every time and then the almost kiss just fully fucks me up bc it’s the LONGING and the uncertainty and, yeah.

10. One thing you’d like to see changed from each season? (sorry to those of you who’ve watched them all!)

a massive one for druck s3 is the timing of episode 8. despite my misgivings about the outing scene i like... Understand why they did it, i guess. but the timing of episode 8, the fact that it took matteo So Long to reach out to david and that they didn’t get one happy time together before david got outed i just really hate that and wish they’d done it differently.

i know skam fucked up a lot in s4 and so i wish that was done better, though i can’t specifically remember what i’d change it’s been 2 years since i watched it.

skam nl -god damn i was really enjoying s2 and noah was reasonably likeable and then yeah... they fucked it up. how about liv leaves noah and falls in love with a girl instead and doesn’t get treated like absolute garbage and doesn’t sacrifice her beliefs for some guy?! i’d like that.

11. Something from Skam or any remake that you think will stick with you forever?

i really think the power of representation is what has and will continue to stick with me. specifically, i really feel like isak and even’s storyline broke barriers in portraying two teenage boys being in love, being tender and loving towards one another in a way i can’t remember seeing before. i will never forget the scene of them cuddling on the bed it was just so different to anything i’d ever seen on tv. and now again with druck s3. having david as the love interest - a young trans man of colour, played by a young trans, pansexual, man of colour, was just so powerful. seeing david through matteo’s eyes so we fall in love with him like matteo did, the fact that david is seen as desirable, that he gets to fall in love and be happy i just, i am so grateful to druck for that and i won’t forget it.