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quickspinner · 4 years

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Second Chance - Ch 2 Second Chance at a First Date

“Luka, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go,” Marinette pouted when the chauffeur helped her into the car next to him. “I asked you out, I should have planned the date.”

“I know,” he grinned. “But this way we have a chance of keeping at least this one date out of the tabloids.”

“I hardly ever see you in the tabloids,” Marinette remarked. “Why is that?”

Luka chuckled. “One of my friends from lycée works for a legitimate entertainment magazine, so I make sure all the news goes to him first and that heads off some of it, but honestly, for a rock star, I’m boring. Juleka and I wanted to retain as much control as possible over our brand, so I work a lot. I don’t drink or party, I don’t date all that much. I’m not really hard to find because I eat at the same places and work out at the same gym every day, so mostly they show up and take a few invasive pictures and then get bored and leave. I don’t get mobbed at the door everywhere I go unless there’s an album release or something big like that. The last time the tabloids really cared about me was when I was dating Clara.”

Marinette gasped. “That’s right, I forgot you dated Clara Nightingale!”

Luka ran a self-conscious hand through his hair. “Yeah, I can’t actually believe I had to guts to hit on her in the first place, but we were on the same tour and she’s so sweet, I’d developed this massive crush on her, and when you’ve been up for thirty-seven hours straight a lot of stupid things get said.” He blushed a bit at the memory, putting a hand to his forehead. “Man, I was so awkward, but she was really nice about it. She was even sweet when she dumped me, although I think we had both realized by then that neither of us were invested enough in the relationship to overcome the challenges once the tour was over. It’s bad enough trying to date with my schedule but you add hers into the mix and it was—” He shook his head. “We parted on good terms and we still keep in touch when we’re both in town, despite what the gossip rags tried to make it. When I didn’t spiral into drunken despair, they moved on pretty quick. Way more profitable to follow someone like Jagged who makes a scene everywhere he goes, or someone like XY that people love to hate.”

“How inconsiderate of you not to go on a bender and be found in a ditch on the side of the road,” Marinette giggled.

“Very. I’m terrible for magazine sales.” Luka took her hand. “Anyway, I figured if we used the car service and went to a restaurant with a covered entrance we’d squeak by without ending up in the papers. I can’t guarantee that, though.”

“I figured,” Marinette shrugged. “I kinda got used to it while I was with Adrien. I’ll get used to it again if I have to.”

There were thrilling implications there he didn’t want to think about too hard just yet. “You look beautiful. Is that one of yours?”

“Thank you. It’s actually not,” Marinette admitted, looking down at her dress. “One of my friends made it for me a few months ago as part of a trade. It’s lovely, though, isn’t it? He did a great job. He’s going to be huge once his line debuts next summer, I’m sure of it.”

Luka smiled. “And when does your line debut?”

“Oh,” Marinette sighed, and made a face. “That’s kind of the hard thing about coming off of this internship. I’ve had two years where everything was sort of laid out and planned for me, and now I have to figure out what the next step is on my own. Although before even that, I have to put together a mini show and presentation for the awards committee to demonstrate what I’ve taken away from the experience. There will be a lot of really important people in the industry, I’m hoping to make an impression and see what opportunities develop from there.”

“That sounds like a lot of work.”

“It is,” Marinette shrugged, “But it’s worth it, and I’m certainly not lacking for inspiration material. I’ll get it done.”

“And you still made time to go out with me.” He nudged her with his shoulder. “I’m flattered.”

Marinette smiled at him. “Prioritizing is definitely something I’ve gotten better at while I was away.” She laced her fingers through his and darted a glance up through her lashes that hit him like a punch to the gut. “I missed you a lot while I was gone, Luka. I’m not about to miss you while we’re both right here.”

“Well,” he said, hoping his sudden inability to breathe wasn’t too obvious, “We’re in total agreement on that one.”

Luka was relieved that he managed to make it to their table without tripping over himself (Marinette wasn’t so lucky, but that was normal for her, and he was there to catch her). He rubbed his hand on his knee as he sat down, reassuring himself that he was in fact wearing pants, since he was getting increasingly worried he might be dreaming.

Except if he were, wouldn’t he be dreaming about the sweet, stuttering, blushing, beautiful mess he remembered? Not this confident, flirty, undeniably hot woman.

He was in so much trouble.

“Thanks for taking me out, Luka,” Marinette said once they were settled. “Honestly I didn’t even know if you would want to see me after all this time, and...everything.” Marinette’s cheeks reddened, and Luka found himself relaxing at the familiar flush. “I probably owe you an apology for everything that happened back then.”

Luka shook his head. “You didn’t hurt me on purpose. We were all young, you were in love. I knew it; I think everyone did but Adrien.”

Marinette groaned and covered her face with her hands. “I’m still sorry. I could have handled it better. I could have handled you better. Sometimes I want to die when I think about how I was back then.”

“Well, we all have some memories like that,” Luka chuckled. “I don’t hold any of it against you. How is Adrien?”

“He’s doing well. Things were hard for him for a while, especially right after we broke up, but he’s in a better place now. He...I don’t want to say too much or speak out of turn, but he’s had some long-standing issues and he’s finally seeing someone about them, and he’s made a lot of progress.”

“That’s good to hear, I’m glad he’s getting some help.” Luka glanced away. “The way he grew up would have messed up anybody. But I’m sorry it took losing you to make him realize he needed it.”

Marinette shrugged, and her smile was crooked. “I’d really rather not get into it.”

Luka winced. “Of course, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

Marinette shook her head. “It was messy for a while, but we’re both in good places now, both individually and in our friendship, so let’s just leave it at that.”

“Right,” Luka agreed. “So tell me more about this presentation you have to do, it sounds interesting.”

“In a little bit,” Marinette smiled, leaning on the table towards him. “We talked so much about me last time, I want to hear more about you. Is being a rock star everything you dreamed it would be?”

“Yes and no,” Luka admitted. “It’s awesome, don’t get me wrong, and it blows me away how many people want to hear my music, but—hang on, let me think about how to say this right.” He frowned as he considered his words. “It’s great bringing my music to more people,” he said slowly. “I don’t regret anything and I’m so grateful. But…”

“Take your time,” Marinette encouraged, putting her hand over his on the table, and he flashed her a grateful smile.

“I miss the deeper connections, I guess. I miss looking in someone’s eyes and playing something that’s meaningful for just that person, or for just the two of us.”

“Like the day we met,” Marinette agreed softly, and he nodded, smiling fondly at her.

“I don’t get to do that often any more, and I miss that.”

“Can I ask you something?” Marinette said, cheeks tinting pink again. “That song you wrote the first year you hit it big…”

Luka didn’t even need her to finish. The whole album had been about moving on, letting go, and several of the singles had hit big, but he knew exactly which song she meant. “It was about you, yeah. I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“I cried when I heard it,” she admitted. “To this day, it’s the only one of your songs I can’t listen to.”

“I’m sorry. I kind of hoped you wouldn’t figure it out, but I should have known you would.”

Marinette shook her head. “Don’t be. Clearly it was something you needed to write, and I think it was something I needed to hear.”

Luka smiled. “So you listen to my music, huh?”

“Of course I do,” she exclaimed. “I have every album you’ve released, physical and digital copies.”

“You’d do that even if you didn’t like it,” he teased, though he was touched.

“That’s true. But I do like it,” she leaned in, and the fingers covering his hand brushed over his knuckles in slow strokes. “I like the music, and I like the man who makes it.”

“Careful, angel,” he told her, voice deepening slightly as thrills danced through him from her touch. “You’ll make me blush.”

“Luka, that voice is dangerous,” she laughed breathlessly, cheeks a bright pink.

“Mmm, so I’ve been told,” he grinned slyly, pleased to find he affected her. She’d had him off balance since he’d laid eyes on her at the concert. “I think there was even a magazine vote about it once. But I think your eyes are what’s dangerous. I could get lost in them forever.”

Once upon a time Marinette would have combusted on the spot, sputtering and stammering until she literally fell over. Tonight Marinette just blinked those beautiful eyes and asked softly, “Would that be so bad?”

Luka moved his hand to thread his fingers through hers. She remained solid in his grip. Still not a dream. “It sounds like heaven to me.”

***

Luka was feeling a little thunderstruck as he walked Marinette back up to Alya’s apartment, where she was staying for the time being. On the one hand, he’d been burned badly by Marinette once before, whether she’d intended to or not, and if she’d been fire then, she was something infinitely more dangerous now. On the other hand, she’d made her interest in him clear, and he wanted very much to explore what they could be together. The chemistry between them was as strong as it had always been, and just the way she’d been looking at him tonight was enough to make him feel weak. Add in the flirty banter and soft touches and he was perilously close to melting at her feet.

The old saying about things that seem too good to be true was in his mind as she turned to face him outside the apartment door. Luka flattened one hand against the door and leaned in, keeping his hand in his coat pocket. Marinette raised her face to meet him and he pressed his mouth to hers softly. He felt her fingers tangle in the front of his shirt to pull him closer. He took her hands and detached them gently.

“Next time,” he said softly into the space between them, and then he had to clear his throat. “Can there be a next time, Marinette?”

“I’d like that,” she said, and then, more hesitantly, “You don’t have to hold back so much, you know. I’m not delicate.”

He took her hand in his and flattened her palm over his heart so she could feel how it pounded in his chest. “I know that, but right now, I am. My life already goes so fast I feel like I can hardly keep up. I’d really like to take things slow between us, if that’s okay.”

The smile she gave him was slow and soft. “Definitely.”

“And part of it is that…” he paused, thinking over his words. “Sorry, it’s just I don’t want to say this wrong.”

“Take your time.”

“I still have a lot of past Marinette in my head,” he said, running his thumb along her cheekbone. “The girl I was in love with all through lycée.” Her breath caught and he gave her a moment to absorb that as he considered his next words. “I want us to get to know each other again, if that makes sense. I don’t want to be blinded to who you are now by a bunch of memories and unresolved feelings. I want be sure I’m really seeing you, and I want to make sure you’re really seeing me too. So...can we start like strangers?” He huffed in frustration. “No, that’s not what I mean, exactly…”

“It’s okay, I think I understand, and you’re right.” Marinette curled her hand lightly around his wrist. “I know I probably put you through a lot back then and I’m not trying to rush you into anything.”

“Marinette,” Luka said gently, “If we’re going to have anything in the here and now, you need to let that go.” He smiled. “I was never angry with you, and you don’t owe me anything. Clean slate, okay?” He bit his lip and looked away. “I’m not asking you for anything, but for my own peace of mind, I want you to know that I won’t be seeing anyone else, casually or otherwise, until we figure out what we want us to be.” He gave a lopsided grin. “I know that there are all these preconceptions that people have about rock stars, but I have to be honest, I’m not very good at casual anyway. Just not my thing, you know?”

“I wondered,” Marinette admitted. “It didn’t seem like you, but it’s like you said, about rock stars and you always look really hot on stage and—“ she buried her face in her hands. “And why haven’t you stopped me yet, oh my God…”

Luka lost his battle against laughter and he pulled her to him, hugging her even as she punched his arm. “Ow, you’re strong,” he laughed, squeezing her tight.

“So are you, that was like punching a wall,” she said, her tone grumpy, but she slid her fingers down his arm with appreciation, leaving goosebumps in her wake even through his dress shirt.

“My personal trainer thanks you for the compliment,” Luka grinned, and then he sighed, loosening his arms and taking half a step back. “I’m supposed to be saying good night here before I get carried away.”

Marinette slid her arms up around his neck, and the smirk she gave him nearly killed him on the spot. “It wouldn’t hurt to get a little carried away, would it?”

Resistance crumbling, Luka let her pull him down into another kiss, fuller and deeper than before, taking a moment to really savor the feel and the taste of her and the way she moved against him, and then he pulled back and kissed her cheek. “Goodnight, Marinette. I can’t wait to see you again. I’ll call?”

“You better.”

***

Juleka was sitting on his couch when he got home with his guitar in her lap, playing Seven Year Ache at half tempo with a morose expression. Subtle as a funeral dirge, he thought, rolling his eyes as he hung his keys on the rack by the door and took off his suit coat. “I’m gonna take my key back if you start waiting up for me every time I’m on a date,” he called.

Juleka took one look at his face when he walked into the living room and groaned, letting her head fall back. “I thought you were over this, you absolute idiot.”

“It was a lie,” he sighed, flopping on his back on the loveseat and propping his long legs on the arm. “I was never over it.”

“Luka, she wrecked you for years.”

“No, she didn’t,” he protested. “One, it wasn’t her fault, and two, I was fine.”

“You were heartbroken.”

“Heartbroken and fine, Juleka.”

“Fine is not the same thing as happy,” Juleka snorted, folding her arms.

“I’m happy now,” he replied, grinning at the ceiling like a loon.

“You could at least string her along for a bit,” Juleka grumbled. “Make her suffer just a little.”

“She didn’t do anything wrong, Jule, cut her some slack.”

“I don’t need to, you give her plenty for both of us.” Juleka pursed her lips. “She picked someone else over you.”

“That was her right. I don’t hold it against her, why do you?”

“She hurt you.”

“Yeah, well that hurt went platinum, so I think you can forgive her now.” Luka scowled and tossed a throw pillow at her. “Considering we paid for these apartments with the money from that album.”

“There’s no amount of money that can make up for what she put you through,” Juleka groused.

“Come on Jule, she was your friend.”

“She was, until you went and fell in love with her like an idiot and she broke your heart.” Juleka looked at him and rolled her eyes with a sigh that meant she was giving up. “But you’re obviously going to date her whether I think it’s a good idea or not, so I’ll save my breath.” She pushed off the couch and dumped his guitar on his stomach.

“I sure as hell am,” Luka agreed happily, and Juleka groaned as she opened the door to go back across the hall to her own apartment.

“You’re disgusting, you know that right?” she called, and the door slammed before he could answer her.

Luka rolled his eyes and pulled the guitar into place, strumming lightly as he grinned at the ceiling.

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lydiakirtonfashionfilm · 6 years

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Isabel Hendrix on body positivity and dressing for yourself

as a wave of plus-visibility hits the fashion industry, gone are the days of tacky patterns, frumpy cuts, and outdated styles being met with silent disdain. Women are asserting the power of the dollar and calling for choices catering to their personal palate, regardless of size. While curvy women bemoaning outrageously minimal selections and the policing of their bodies is far from new, companies slowly but surely adjusting accordingly is. With models like Ashley Graham fronting the cover of Sports Illustrated and empowering campaigns like #PlusIsEqual and #ImNoAngel helping to reshape the frontier of fashion, it’s easy to feel we’re arriving at a major turning point. Though, how much is really changing?

Millennial media maven, model, and all-around babe Isabel Hendrix, who’s been reviving timelines with her eccentric style and free-spirited nature, is rightly frustrated at the double standard: “So many companies and magazines tell you ‘This is how you can dress to flatter your shape and size.’ I hate those,” she says. “It’s so limiting. If you’re wearing things that are form-fitting in the right places and hide certain parts, that’s not actually helping you celebrate your size at all. The whole point of body positivity and self-love is you should be able to feel comfortable wearing whatever you want to wear. Fashion shouldn’t only be open to people who are tiny.” Below, Hendrix weighs in on pleasing the person in the mirror and chucking those archaic fashion rules in favour of wearing whatever the hell you’d like.

MAINSTREAM BODY POSITIVITY HAS A WAY TO GO

“I often get questions or comments from people saying I’m not plus size, but I do wear sizes XL and XXL. I’m really tall so I don’t necessarily look big but my reality is that I wear these sizes. So there’s definitely weird tension between people who are plus size but aren’t ‘plus size enough’ within the plus community. On the whole, people who are larger obviously get way more negativity and horrible things said to them. They’re hearing all of this stuff about body positivity but in reality the people they see represented aren’t super diverse. People are happy to say they’re fine with body positivity if it’s somebody who looks socially acceptable. It’s like, well whose body positivity is that, because it’s not relative to me and my story. There’s a huge gap that needs to be filled and needs to be recognised and talked about.”

SOCIAL MEDIA IS ENCOURAGING PROGRESS

“One of the things that makes me a little more hopeful is how people have been able to call for change through social media. Everyone’s voice can be heard much more easily and fame really is relative now. You can be whoever and have people hear what you have to say. It’s neutralised the playing field a bit more because it’s not just the high fashion people who are in charge of saying what’s beautiful or how models should look. I try to remain hopeful otherwise I’d want to just curl up and die. But that’s something I definitely see as a positive, lots of shops that are smaller have started using models of the diverse variety and hopefully it’ll continue the push to have more mainstream models doing their thing while being plus or different looking than what we’re seeing now.”

“People are happy to say they’re fine with body positivity if it’s somebody who looks socially acceptable. It’s like, well whose body positivity is that?” – Isabel Hendrix

IT’S NOT YOUR JOB TO CATER TO ANYONE’S IDEALS

“For me, it started with practicing self-love and telling myself things I wanted to believe, like: You’re beautiful, you look great just how you are, you look good in this outfit, you feel good, you should be happy wearing what you want to wear. Even on days when I didn’t feel like that I would repeat it in my head, like fake it ‘til you make it. I also surrounded myself with people who understand and have the same desires for society, because it’s so hard when all your friends or community are telling you to look a certain way. It adds such a weight onto trying to express yourself how you really want to. For me, that’s one of the most important things, just being around people who get it. I started dressing more uniquely and weird as I discovered more fashion blogs that were celebrating people who looked different and who didn’t necessarily fit into one idea of beauty.”

THE PLUS LABEL ISN’T FOR EVERYONE AND THAT’S OK

“Going back to the division with plus-size girls, some people feel really not good about having the ‘plus’ label in their description. Personally, I think it’s still relevant. I work for a clothing shop so I look at things in a very practical way, from a shopper’s point of view, and when I see a store that says they have a plus-size section, I’m like okay, they have stuff that’ll fit me. But if I don’t see that listed, I’ll just assume that they don’t. In that realm, I think it’s still something we have to have because not every shop caters to all people. I understand the other overarching argument as well, why can’t we just be models? Why do we have to be separated? I understand that, too. Even for me it’s hard, but I usually describe myself as a plus-size model. There’s so much that goes into it.”

THE INTERNET IS OPENING UP POSSIBILITIES FOR PLUS-SIZE SHOPPING

“If you look on wholesale websites and stuff like that, plus-size selections are so limited. Do you want this bat wing shirt? (Laughs) Or this skirt that goes to your calves? All these things are calf length and it’s like what the heck? I mean, if you want to wear that go for it, but really? Is that what’s happening? It’s frustrating and a lot of extra work just to find clothes, and it shouldn’t be. I’m a huge online shopper, I prefer weirder things and you don’t necessarily find those things in plus stores. Tunnel Vision (where Isabel works) is the main place where I get my clothing. We have vintage and new stuff. We go up to size 2x and we’re going to be ordering larger crop tops to 4/5x. There’s a small online shop called Witch Worldwide, which offers kinda gothy, internet clothing. They have sizes XS-4X for all of their clothing with a really wide variety. There’s also a shop that’s more hippy, Miracle Eye. They sell vintage and handmade, they go up to 2X but also offer custom sizing. They’re more bohemian, which is nice because it’s hard to find interesting or weird styles for plus fashion.”

DOING WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING

“Wearing clothes is something everyone has to do, you might as well use it as a creative outlet and have fun expressing yourself. It’s exhausting idealising what other people want you to wear and look like, it’s not fun to think about that all the time. If you’re able to just let that go out of your mind and out of what dictates how you dress, it’s really freeing. You’re able to not be consumed by ideas of what’s cool or what you ‘should’ wear for your body type or all those kinds of things. You’re able to wear what feels comfortable to you, whether that’s actual comfortable clothes or clothes that you feel the most you in. Everybody should be allowed to wear what they want and not have it be this huge deal, like, ‘Oh my god, my eyes are offended by what you’re wearing.’ (Laughs) It’s so ridiculous.”

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