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marrys-dream-world · 3 years

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lovers alone wear sunlight (chapter ten)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

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Notes: Finally finished! Late, but here. Day 30: Speechless. @ladrienjune

Chat Noir arrived at the Agreste Manor in a daze, barely detransforming before he dropped on the bed. Plagg watched the frozen teen silently, but he reached the end of his patience at the fifteen minute mark.

“So… when is dinner-”

“You knew!” Adrien shouted, coming out of his trance. “You knew this whole time!”

“Depends on what you mean by ‘this whole time’. Did I know the first time you got all romantic under the rain? ‘She’s just a friend, Plagg.’” His voice went high-pitched as he imitated Adrien and he paused to snort. “No, I didn’t. I found out during that owlman akuma thing. Ugh, I hate whip cream.”

“Since when?!” His voice now, curiously, matched Plagg’s Pretend-Adrien one. “How did you not tell me that when I was making a fool out of myself?!”

“Tikki said that if I told you, she would go back in time and erase the creation of cheese from existence. She’s the goddess of creation, she can and would do more for less.” He shuddered, eyes going glassy. “You have no idea what happened to the makkoinis.”

“The what?”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, that’s kinda terrifying but Plagg.” He let out a screech that couldn’t be heard by human ears. Plagg, able to hear but used to Adrien’s Ladybug-related sounds, didn’t even wince. “Marinette is Ladybug.”

“Yeah.”

“But I saw her and Multimouse- oh, yeah, fox miraculous.” He slapped his forehead before smiling stupidly. “My clever little bug.”

“Sure.” Plagg said.

(Tikki’s girl was certainly smart, but after seeing her trip at the school steps when Adrien took a long sip of water and fall into a trash can that subsequently started to roll down the streets, Plagg wasn’t that eager to praise her intelligence. Adrien, at the time, just smiled adoringly and said ‘typical Marinette’ before running to catch up with Alya and Nino as they chased the trash can. So Plagg didn’t really have the high ground to talk about smart chosens.)

“Oh, but Marinette is in love with Luka!” Adrien shouted. “She’ll never want to date me!”

“She’s dating you right now.”

“Oh.” He said, settling down again. Then, he jumped up. “I’m dating Marinette! Plagg, Marinette loves me!”

“She sure does, kid.” Plagg said, trying to keep his tone bored, but it was too hard in the face of Adrien’s unadulterated joy. His kitten deserved to be happy.

“Marinette made me a hat for my name day!”

“Yep.”

“Marinette was really confessing her love for me when she thought I was a statue!”

“Kinda creepy but yes.”

“Marinette tried to give me a love letter!” Adrien burst out into lovesick giggles, falling back on his bed. “You know what? That makes a lot more sense, actually.”

“Look, kid, I know you’re excited-”

“My girlfriend sits behind me in school!”

“Yeah, she does.” Plagg wondered if now Adrien would notice the burning gaze Marinette sent him the whole school hours. It made him uncomfortable even from his place inside Adrien’s bag “But she doesn’t know you know because she doesn’t know you’re Chat Noir. You have to be, as you kids say, cool about it.”

“Plagg.” Adrien chuckled, grinning. “When have I, Adrien Agreste, ever not been cool about anything?”

According to Ms. Bustier, the answer to that question was “everyday, probably”.

“This is the last time I’ll ask this, class, please look at the board or I’ll start to send people to the principal’s office.”

It was always the same chain reaction. Adrien Agreste, who let out a squeak as soon as Marinette Dupain-Cheng came in ten minutes late with a thermos of tea in one hand and her school bag in the other, kept looking behind him during class. Marinette, completely oblivious to his reason for doing so, looked behind her, confusing Ivan, who turned around to look at Nathaniel, who never failed to blush beet red at this. Then, their classmates who noticed this happening all turned to look at Nathaniel, who practically started to steam.

“Dude, what was that?” Nino asked as soon as they were released for lunch. “What did you see on the back that got you distracted so bad?”

“I, uh, a bug! Yes, I saw a bug.”

“Oh, was it that big?”

“Big and beautiful.” Noticing Nino’s weird look at his lovesick sigh, he cleared his throat. “So, having lunch with the girls?”

“We’re going to that new cafe near school.” Nino said. “Why? You in?”

“Actually, yeah.” Adrien smiled at his friend’s surprised face. “No, I didn't get permission. My day’s just been too good to let father ruin it by making me have lunch alone for the fifth time this week.”

“Dude, it’s wednesday.”

“Physically, he only missed two. Spiritually? Many more.”

Nino whistled. “You’re a bold guy, Adrien. Let’s go look for the girls, then.”

They were greeted by the most beautiful sight in the world: a giggling Marinette, cheeks flushed and hands gesturing wildly. His heart threatened to run away from his chest just to fall at her feet and beg for attention. As soon as she saw him, everything about her seemed to intensify and Alya raised an eyebrow at him, easy smile falling from her face.

“Look who’s having lunch with us today.” Nino said, dropping a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “Isn’t it great?!”

“Sure is.” Alya said, voice flat. Distantly, Adrien hears the sound of a kettle going off, before he realized it was just Marinette muffling her squeals in her hands.

The cafe was nice, bright and airy with a lot of windows. Anyone that tried to take the table of four near the wall backed off as soon as they were met with Alya’s eyes, so they took turns to make their orders in pairs as the other two held the seats. Adrien tried to go with Marinette, but Alya grabbed her wrist and dragged her off as soon as they put their things on the table. He hides his disappointment by ordering a large slice of red velvet cake for dessert along with his apple juice, chicken and salad.

“Stop giving me the sad puppy eyes.” He told Nino. “I do like salad, okay? I grew up eating it and with the right dressing, it tastes great.”

Nino still rolled over a mini roll with butter. Adrien rolled his eyes playfully and grinned.

“So, Marinette, what did you get?” He asked her, watching her pause in her slurping of a noodle. There was red sauce on her cheek and he wiped it with a napkin, making the color of the food blend in with her face.

“I got balls of cheese. Bold of these. Bolognese. Yes, bolognese pasta! Haha, I love it!” She said before stuffing her mouth with it. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Alya pinch the bridge of her nose.

“That’s great, I’m having some good old salad.” Smooth, Agreste. “Wanna try?”

“Oh, I-I couldn’t, I think I ordered too much food already.” Marinette stammered. “B-but do you like it?”

“I love it.” I love you. They simply stared at each other, floating off somewhere else.

They eventually fell off their high as a loud “squelch” resonated in the busy cafe.

“Babe, your orange.” Nino said, taking some napkins to wipe at the tangerine Alya crushed with her right hand.

“I like it like this.” She said, refusing the napkin and eating the fruit off her hand, skin and all, while sending a death glare to Adrien.

He couldn’t understand what he did wrong. All his actions could amount to talking to Marinette lovingly and staring at her adoringly. A common reaction to seeing her, after all. What did Alya have against that?

“I was alone with my best friend and she was being so understanding I just… told her.”

Oh. Alya was Marinette’s best friend. Alya was Ladybug’s best friend. Ladybug told her best friend her secret identity. Alya probably knows Adrien Agreste and Ladybug are dating and now Adrien is swooning over a girl that, as far as he knows, is a completely different person.

He could hear faint snickering from his pocket.

“Marinette.” He said, grasping her hands, which went completely slack in his, and stared directly into her eyes. “You’re a really good friend.”

Marinette went crimson and open-mouthed, hands staying exactly where he carefully placed the back on the table. Nino kept looking between them, frowning. Alya’s glare waned and now she just looked plain confused, tangerine juice dripping from her fingers.

Nailed it.

The rest of the day went by a slow crawl, lunch finally giving him enough self-control to not turn around every five minutes (it already caused enough trouble, as a jumpy Nathaniel kept looking behind him with nervous eyes). He tried to pay attention in class and not doodle a bunch of anime-Marinettes and him holding hands on dates. They could go on dates and hold hands in public and go on red carpets! Maybe his father won’t like it, but hasn’t Adrien been a good son? Doesn’t he deserve love? Doesn't he-

“Dude, class is over.” Nino said, leaning over with concerned eyes. Everyone around them was putting their things away and she caught a glimpse of Marinette being dragged to the hall by Alya. “Is everything okay?”

“Better than okay, Nino.” Adrien said, overjoyed. “I’m so happy today that I feel like bursting!”

“I’m glad.” His friend said, voice soft. “After the stuff with Marinette, you were just so down and I didn’t know how to help… So seeing you happy, it’s great.”

“Nino…” He said, feeling his chest cave in as everything inside him turned into mush. Overwhelmed, he hugged him. “Thanks.”

“But I didn’t do anything?” Nino said, patting him on the back.

“For being here.” Adrien said as he let go. Nino laughed.

“If you say so.”

He went back home in an even better mood, breezing through his chineses classes. His teacher praised his enthusiasm and said they hoped he came back with this much energy next time, too. The photoshoot he went to after was a success, the photographer commenting on his smile being brighter than ever.

“You look even happier than yesterday.” Was the first thing Ladybug said when she came through the window,haloed by the light of the setting sun. “Is this a pattern? If I come in tomorrow, will you be even happier?”

“The only way I’ll be happy at all tomorrow is if I see you.” He said, kissing the tip of her nose and making her giggle.

Now that he knew who she was, the magic glamour that clouded his vision was gone and he could clearly see who he was holding: just Marinette in a red mask. The idea made his poor, abused heart speed up. This girl was going to kill him just by existing, if she kept this up.

“How did it go with Chat Noir, yesterday?” Adrien asked, slyly.

“Oh, it went great!” Her eyes lightened up when she talked about Chat Noir, did she notice? “We made a deal, too, involving our secret identities and now we’re talking about ourselves more.”

“I’m happy for you two.”

“Thanks.” She said before her smile fell a little. “He did get weird after a while, though, when I was talking about you.”

“Oh.” She did notice. He had been so sure his subtle deflection had been perfect. “Maybe he’s jealous? You said he has a crush on you.”

“More like had a crush on me.” Ladybug said, the bitterness in her voice making Adrien’s eyes widen. “He has a girlfriend, now. His soulmate, apparently. Cool, cool, good for him. I’m sure she’s very nice, can’t wait to meet her. Maybe we can go on a double date, what do you think?”

He resisted the urge to laugh hysterically at the idea. “Sure.”

“Great!” Her forced smile changed into something more genuine. “Now that me and Chat are telling each other about ourselves, I thought that maybe… I could tell you more about myself, too?”

“Really?” Okay, Agreste, be cool about it.

“Yes, anything you want to know. If I can answer it, I will. Let’s just save names for last, but other than that, I’ll try.”

“Was that bolognese pasta from lunch really that good?”

Her pale face registered in his mind before his own words did.

“I-I mean…” Not even one conversation. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Plagg mocked him. “Damn, I’m sorry, Marinette.”

“I… How… Wha…” She stuttered, before her mouth settled into gaping like a fish.

“Well, the statue stuff was really specific, but the constipation medicine was what really sold it to me.” He said, voice much more level than how he was feeling.

Adrien could see in her eyes the exact moment everything clicked.

“Chaton?”

“Surprise, my lady.” He smiled weakly and she stood there, speechless. “Please say something.”

“Is it really you?” Ladybug asked, voice small.

“Yeah, it’s really him.” Plagg said, floating over Adrien’s shoulder. “Honestly, I have a bone to pick with you, Pigtails. Do you know how unbearable he-”

“Not now, Plagg.” He hissed, swatting him away and dodging his little teeth. “Go to your room or I’ll feed you processed cheese for a month.”

Plagg literally hissed at him before quietly flying to his trash can.

“Sorry for him, I just-”

Ladybug carefully cradled his cheek. “It’s really you.”

“Yeah.” He agreed, insides tender. “And it’s really you, right, Marinette?”

Pink light washed over him and when it receded, the one that stood there, pink-cheeked and looking softer than ever in a green sweater, was Marinette. His lady.

“It’s really me, chaton.” She laughed, delighted. “It’s really us.”

He joined her in laughter, heart feeling fuller than ever. He didn't think it would ever be empty again, not with her by his side.

#ladrienjune #ladrienjune2021 #ladrien #ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #ml fic #my stuff #lovers alone wear sunlight

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hiro-gari · 3 years

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Because I'm currently having low motivation on writing anything, let me share this dumb af headcanon instead.

Do we have Supermodel AU for Batarou before? If not, then I'd suggested this AU: Garou as supermodel with Badd as his professional photographer.

Imagine Garou is a supermodel who does both fashion show modelling and magazines modelling for the famous designer Psykos and her fashion brand company. When he was doing modelling for some magazine photoshoots, Garou prefers indoor setting in a studio rather than outdoor setting. He could do both but it's just his preference.

And he has one favorite photographer: Badd. Badd can do the best shoot and arranging excellent pose without even trying hard, has excellent photoshoot results the most, has really good and easier communication (of course after they got along) to interact with than any other people, can be trusted when they do some private photoshoots, etc.

But personally, Garou feels more comfortable to be around Badd. Whenever they have breaktime in the photoshoot event, he enjoyed talking or bantering with him. Stay professional during working be damned, Garou wanted to be more casual and carefree around Badd.

On the other hand, Badd secretly has a big crush on Garou. He can't help it since they spent most of the time together either during worktime or outside worktime. Also, just look at Garou, no explanation needed. It would be very unprofessional of him to falling in love with a supermodel whom he worked for. Not to mention, Badd doesn't know if Garou ever reciprocated his love, or does he even likes him in that way more than just a coworker??

That's why Badd keeps his feeling for himself, not knowing that Garou also has the exactly same feeling as him. The difference is that Garou was more bolder than Badd to express his adoration for Badd.

He's often *not so subtle* flirting with him, mostly hoarding Badd's attention by officially appointing him as the his main photographer, teasing Badd suggestively during some private photoshoots (in which resulted in Badd being flustered or blushing so hard), asking Badd for a "date" whenever he got a chance on their off-duty days, etc.

Despite Badd likes to see Garou being SexyHandsome&Hot™ during private studio photoshoot, he loves it when they do impromptu outdoor photoshoot. Mostly because it would captured rare moments when Garou unleashed his true nature as feral wolfboy. That's the moment when Garou can be himself as a person and not as the "supermodel celebrity", which made Badd fell in love with Garou at the first place, mesmerized by Garou's true self..

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When I write this headcanon, I imagine 2 moments: • Garou doing studio photoshoot for fashion magazine, being all Gorgeous and Very Suggestively Hot in front of Badd, who was flustered behind the camera. • Garou doing random outdoor photoshoot in the city for more urban setting, or some captivating-looking places on city border for more natural setting, being himself as youthful wild wolfboy or just happy carefree person, and Badd becomes lovestrucked with Garou.

Btw, in the end, they eventually dating and been trying to keep their romantic relationship private, despite everyone around them already know it.

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That's all I have for Supermodel Garou and Photographer Badd AU Batarou headcanon, I hope you enjoyed it! 😎✨

Actually I was considering on making the reversed version with Badd as the supermodel and Garou as his photographer. But unfortunately because I don't have enough motivation right now, I scrapped it no matter how much I really wanted to write it 😢😔

Feeling a little bit sad for the lack of Batarou contents lately, so I was like "aight okay imma doing it myself", hoping I can help on contributing more for this ship despite my writing quality looks sucks I'm so sorry 🙇 :"")

Thank you for reading this dumbass headcanon, I hope you have many great days~ 😊😚💕💞💖🌸🌼🌻

-Little1993lamb-

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HI OMG

No I don’t think we’ve had a Supermodel AU but hell yeah we do now 😉

Supermodel Garou 🤤 excellent choice!! And Psykos brand brO why does that work so well omg also the fashion industry probably is like a monster association RIP

Can I just say I love somewhat reserved, professional Badd oml T~T He’s keeping it together so well, damn, like Garou’s literally RIGHT THERE! Up close and personal! It’s gotta take massive self restraint to not tackle him on the spot geeez

I also love how you’ve made Garou’s flirting Technique™️ being a cocky bastard and a tease 😂😭 very in character, poor Badd agdhskkask he’s just tryna pay the bills here and ends up all red faced and flustered 😩

Spontaneous snapshots of Garou tho 🥺 that’s what rlly gets me 👌 Like what if they’re just out by themselves somewhere, being all casual, and Badd cracks a joke and he gets a surprise shot of the Genuine Smile 😭😭 UGH PLS!

“despite everyone around them already know it” 😂😂 frfr, we know it

Thank you sm anon I love this 💗 It’s very sweet and adorable 🥰 I’m kinda feeling the same way, hopefully I can join you in contributing something worthy soon 😭💕 Thank you for always keeping this ship alive!

#hope you have great days too!!#😚#submission #opm #batarou #metal bat #garou #au

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undercoverclover · 3 years

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No Matter Where

Part 4

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yuchan x original character

Warnings? None here

Part 1 2 3

*BUZZ BUZZ*

Oh! I forgot to check Yuchan's phone!

I pull it out of my pocket and try to get comfy.

I had one newly missed call and 1 text.

I hate snooping through his phone. But it could be him. I unlock it. What if it's his girlfriend or something? Oh god, what if it is and I see something I don't want to?! Ew… ugh I hate life. I have to check the text at least.

Luckily it's from him:

Yc: Liliana, hey! Practice is impossible to get out of before you head to the club. Would you, I mean. By chance bring it by here? Not having it, is kind of a big deal to my members. I'd really appreciate it and so would they.

Oh boy…

Um. Oh boy.

Me: I, uh. I can? I think? Just pray I can get away from the girls without them coming with or else it will be the most embarrassing night of my life.

Me: Sorry for replying late, I was being a human Barbie doll. XP

Now to devise a plan to get them to let me go. If they go with it, it'll end up one of two ways. 1) They're going to push me and I'll be so embarrassed I'll wanna crawl in a hole. Or 2) they will be so speechless that they won't know how to speak.

*BUZZ BUZZ*

Yc: Haha okay. So that means you are dressed up. Be careful if you are in heels, the sidewalks are a bit cracked.

We ended the conversation with where to go so I could meet him and return his phone. Plus, I had finally figured out a plan… I think? I hope. I start messing with the hair tie that was on my wrist, which normally I only do when I'm super anxious. Then I looked down and groaned..

"Ugh!"

"What's your deal?" Anya asks, eyeing me.

"I hate being dressed up." I say, not lying. Technically.

"Oh shut it and have fun. At least I gave you one thing. And that's only cuz Anya made me!" Ria said, crossing her arms.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." I say, shrugging her off. Thank god she didn't notice me messing with my wrist, she'd know that wasn't the only thing up then.

"We're here!" Ria calls to us excitedly as the car slows to a stop.

"I'll pay I guess." I say, hoping they'll let me.

"Okay." They say in unison.

"Save me a spot in line while I do?" I ask pulling my wallet out of my bag.

"Yeah sure." Anya says and opens the door.

Once they're out, I turn to the driver.

"Excuse me. Sorry. Could you take me to this address? I'll pay for this ride when we get there." I say and at first I thought he'd protest, but eventually agreed.

"Awesome! When I say go. Go fast. Okay?"

I open the car door and the girls look at me.

"Guys! I'll be back as soon as I drop his phone off and get mine back! I'll be safe!" I say closing the door and telling the driver to go quickly.

We took off and I looked out the window to see the girls trying to protest me.

"Well that worked better than expected!" I said laughing so hard at myself.

I pulled out his phone from my pocket.

Me: I'm on my way. I managed to escape them XD

Yc: Is that a good thing or bad? They are already blowing up your phone.

Me: Don't answer them! I'm only a few minutes out. I'll call them when I get there. Sorry!

Yc: Okay, I'll see you soon. :D

Why am I so giddy? I'm so excited and I shouldn't be! I'm only going to exchange phones for crying out loud!!

Yuchan

I bit my lip and smile as I hit send on the message.

"Looks like I'm finally getting my phone back hyung." I say, chuckling.

"Oh yeah? Finally? From the one who stole it?" Donghun says giving me hell for the 800th time.

"Oh knock it off hyung! You know she didn't steal it. She's not even used it to call or message anyone but me.She didn't mean to." I say, rolling my eyes at the eldest of our group.

I really don't think Liliana would do that. She didn't seem like that type. She probably didn't even know who or what I was.

"Earth to Chan!" Bk says, smacking me lightly on the shoulder.

"Oh huh?" I shook my head and stared at him.

"You good?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I reply.

"Still thinking about that girl you can't get your mind off of?" He says smirking, loud enough for the others to hear.

"Ah! Hyung! I don't think of her like that!" I could feel my ears getting red.

That's the last time I try to talk to Byeongkwan about a girl. It's totally not what I need tonight. Not while she's on her way over here. Even if it is to bring me back my phone.

"You'll be just fine Chan. She was cute. Don't be dumb." Donghun says as he comes up and ruffles my sweaty hair.

"Ugh, why did I do that?" He says as he stares at his now -not his sweat- sweaty hand. Sehyoon and I started laughing so hard at that point. My nerves were exploding, I needed the outlet.

"Okay back to work you 4. Come on, let's go." Jun called to us to get off the floor.

"I'd like to finish this before 2 a.m. AGAIN." He says trying to be dramatic but being overly so.

"Oh calm yourself, Umbridge." Donghun says sarcastically making all of us burst out laughing even more as we got up to finish our late night practice.

Liliana

The driver pulled up outside of a dance studio. I paid him, plus I gave him an extra tip since he was acting as my getaway driver then I thanked him and got out. He drove away as I stood there looking at the place. It was late, about 10:30 p.m. I'd hoped he was still here.

I grabbed his phone out of my bag and called him. It rang and there was no answer. I did again. Same thing.

"Great, he's probably already gone." I say to myself. You always ruin everything Liliana.

"No. Now stop Lili. You won't start this."

Maybe he is still here and practicing. Good lord I look dumb too. Just shut up and go get your phone back, smart one.

I head to the door and pray it opens. Once I put my hand on the door handle and pull? It opens!

YES! Thank god! Oh shi- it opened. Now I have to go in.

Okay, I got this. I took a step in and looked around. It was dark. I could see but it wasn't well.

The walls were decorated with little drawings. I'd never seen so many. I walk up to them to look at them and get caught up in the designs of the faces and water photoshoots. It was all so beautiful!

*Buzz Buzz Buzz*

I almost screamed. The phone buzzing scared me so bad.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hello. Wait are you here? I thought I heard someone when the music paused." He said.

"I. Um. I am." I reply nervously.

"Oh! Okay, one second." I heard him answer from inside the room I was closest to.

Then the door opened and he stepped out. I immediately realized I hated what Ria put me in. He was wearing sweatpants, a sleeveless shirt that was way too big for him and Nike sneakers. He looked comfy and amazing. I was uncomfortable. Lord, pray for me.

He saw me, smiled that amazing smile and walked over to see what I was looking at.

"Hey!" He said enthusiastically.

"Hey. You realize it's almost 11 p.m. what are you still doing at, what was it, practice? This late?" I couldn't help but smile at him. My heart skipped and the amount of butterflies in my stomach were unreal.

He laughed.

"We, uh, we practice pretty late usually. Actually our schedule is all over the place. Sometimes it can be 2 a.m. before we're done."

"Oh wow! That's insane! I couldn't imagine that." I say, genuinely shocked.

"Yeah it gets hectic occasionally." He smiles. Ugh, be still my heart.

"Oh, before I forget. Here's your phone Yuchan." I say and hand it to him.

"Oh thanks! Follow me," he says walking towards the door he just came from.

"I'll have to go grab yours from the top of my practice bag. I don't know why I didn't bring it with me." He said shaking his head and laughing under his breath.

He opened the door and I followed him in. It was so much brighter in here and there were others. The guys from the coffee shop, too.

Man the girls would flip right now.

"Wow!" I said a little too loud, as I looked around. Yuchan stops and looks around at me. The others too.

"Sorry! Sorry. I've never been in a studio before." I say nervously twisting the hair tie on my wrist.

"Ooohhh, that's okay. Take a look around while I grab the phone." Yuchan smiled.

"Thanks! I may!" I say as I start walking around just looking at the set up of the place.

The mirrors are so huge! This is so cool. Then my eyes land on myself.

Ugh, god I look awful. I think and turn towards the radio equipment.

"I don't think so." Yuchan said coming up behind me and handing me my phone. I look up and he's smiling.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" I said hiding my face in my hands.

"You did." He smiled brighter and I blushed.

My face was probably beet red now, like it got when I was embarrassed.

"Oh god." I say under my hands on my face.

"Don't be embarrassed it's okay, I don't think you look awful. I think quite the opposite actually." Yup, now I'm definitely blushing.

"Thank you, Yuchan. But even with my shoe choice?" I say holding my foot out a bit so he can clearly see my black and white high-top converse.

He laughed his high pitched laugh and his eyes smiled too.

I really love his laugh. God I hope I actually thought that one.

"Yes, even your converse look good with your dress."

"Why thank you sir." I laugh and curtsey like Alice to the Red Queen.

*Buzz Buzz Buzz*

"Ugh, I think I liked your phone better. It was quieter." I say looking down at Anya's number, "I'm probably in trouble." I say and grimace slightly.

I answer and hold the phone away from my ear since I know what's coming.

"LILIANA MAY! YOU ARE IN FOR IT WHEN I GET THERE!" I stare at the phone bewildered. I could hear Ria just as loud in the background. Yelling at me. Chan looked just as shocked as I did. He motioned that he was going to go and talk to the other guys while I talked to her, or attempted. What did she mean? And then I realized I forgot to turn off my location.

They got worried. I should have messaged them as soon as I got here.

"Anya, I'm fine. Stay at the club. I'll be back soon." I say trying to get the words between the angry rambling.

"We're already on our way you ass!" Yup. I am in trouble.

"Okay we'll just breathe. I'm fine. I'll see you when you get here I guess." I hung up before I could get yelled at more.

I play with my hair tie and walk up to the 5 men towering over me.

They're so much taller up close…

"Liliana, this is Jun, Sehyoon, Byeongkwan and Donghun. Guys this is my phone thief, Liliana." He said smiling and retaining a laugh.

"Hey! Th- tha- that's not fair! It was completely an accident! Your head knocking into mine mixed up my brain cells!" I was appalled he introduced me like that! But I couldn't help laughing when he did. Breathe Lili.

"Anyway! I'm sorry to interrupt your guys practice. I'm just going to go wait outside. My friends are apparently on their way to get me." I say looking down and just trying to avoid eye contact.

"What why?" Someone pipes up. I don't look up though. I tried to think of a better reason then I ditched my friends.

"I, uh. Um… I kinda sorta dropped them off and told the driver to go before they could realize what was happening."

That got a laugh out of them. The one Ria liked, Byeongkwan, was laughing and clapping his hands. Anya's eye catcher, Donghun, was covering his mouth silently laughing. The other 2 I hadn't fully paid attention to in the coffee shop that day, Jun and Sehyoon, were holding their stomachs almost rolling on the floor. Overall, Yuchan was just grinning. He knew the plan, even though the outcome was different.

Donghun finally caught some air, "So you mean to say that you ditched your friends to come meet Chan?" He still had a half smirk on his face. He was teasing me!

But did I? I mean I was returning his phone. I guess I kind of did. Shoot me...

"Well, I-, just believe me when they get here you'll know why I did it that way." I said my face was unbelievably red now. I could feel it.

"Now look hyung, you're making her blush, leave her be. She did bring the phone back like Yuchan said." Jun said, smiling but serious. They all smiled and Sehyoon just shook his head.

He must be the quiet one. I knew someone like that too.

"Well, as much as you want to avoid the confrontation that was coming from that phone earlier, in front of us, you're not going outside alone at 11 o'clock at night." Yuchan said with a very serious look on his face.

I don't know whether to blush or be agitated that he's trying to tell me what I can and can't do.

"It may be 11 but I can handle myself. And you heard Anya on the phone, maybe Ria too. It's not something I'd like anyone to see." I said firmly.

"No." Yuchan said, crossing his arms.

"Yuch-" I started.

"Chan's right Liliana. You're not going out by yourself. You can sit and wait. Practice isn't over so you can watch us." Sehyoon said, shocking me into shutting up.

I just nodded.

"Thank you hyung." Yuchan said, nodding at him. Sehyoon nodded back.

"Okay on that note, let's finish practicing." Byeongkwan said as he got up off the floor.

Yuchan walked me over to a seat and told me I could sit there. I took my jacket off and sat down, then proceeded to cover up my legs with it.

"What is it?" I ask, shyly. He was standing there, kind of just staring at me. I looked down to make sure I didn't have anything on me. Nothing that I saw…

"Nothing. Nothing, you just look pretty in it, is all." He said and added, "Okay I've gotta get to work. Don't judge me too harshly." He smiled and went to get in the center of the studio.

So they're a dance group? They must be pretty good to be working here. I wonder what music they dance to. Just then the music starts and it sounds so amazing!

~Turn me up so they can hear this. Louder!~

I was intrigued. The way they began to move! So in sync. The way they moved was so mesmerizing, I couldn't look away.

The song ended and I'm not going to lie. I was sad.

I was speechless.

"I think we broke her." Byeongkwan laughed, looking over and seeing my astonished expression.

"What? No! I mean yes! That was amazing! I've never seen anything like that before." Okay, don't get over excited Lili.

Then I heard my friends…. Oh fudge.

#a.c.e #a.c.e chan #acewriters #kang yuchan

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jkpfr · 3 years

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He sits at his desk, fuming. He’s facing the most simple of problems; the house needs cleaning.

It’s quite literally covered in trash. How does this happen? He doesn’t know himself to neglect to use the bin. Trash simply accumulates, somehow. Not just that, but there’s dust everywhere. It can’t have been that long, though.

Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want to do it. There’s no way he’s doing it. It’s unfair.

The dishes are the worst offender. He’s found himself forced to wash them even though he didn’t want to. Right here, beside him, there are three mugs, two glasses and a spoon somehow. It’s like it creeps up on him. He can’t have used all those without putting them back in the sink at least.

This isn’t how life works. His home is disgusting and covered in trash, but it usually isn’t. Usually, she takes care of it.

He clenches his fists. He’s alone, staring at nothing, the computer turned off. Lately, he’s been using Emily’s instead. He’s been searching through her files, her search history, everything, over and over again, hoping to finally find the answer—the answer to that question that’s been eating at him—where the fuck did she go?

He hits his desk in frustration. She didn’t run away. She didn’t! Where would she have gone? She can’t fend for herself. She’s not smart enough. She’s not strong enough. She’d be back already, or they’d have found her body in a ditch somewhere by now. No… Someone must have taken her.

He closes his eyes.

He’s mad. He’s sad. At the idea that someone could hurt his baby…

No… He shakes his head. He refuses to think that something terrible could have happened, or that it could be happening. It’s easier to be angry. It’s easier to be frustrated that she’s not here to take care of him…

Ugh.

Did his mind slip?

It’s the opposite, actually. He’s the one to take care of her. He had so much planned for her last week, so many photoshoots, an advertisement, he was even about to sign a contract to have her appear in some Korean pop-band’s music video. He had to cancel it all. The first night, he thought she’d be back by the next morning, but in the evening, he found that she wasn’t.

It’s hopeless. If she doesn’t come back, he’ll never find meaning again. He just wants to raise a good daughter. He doesn’t want her to be hurt…

To be killed…

Or worse even.

She needs to come back soon. Get back to work. She needs to continue to stabilise her future, make sure she’ll be set forever.

She just needs to become a little more famous. If anything, her disappearance could make for good PR. If nothing interesting happened, they can still make something up. She just needs to come back.

He stares at the ceiling for a few minutes, and thinks about nothing. When he snaps out of it, the same thought repeats itself: “she just needs to come back.”

“- Ugh!”

He hits his desk once again, more violently this time. He doesn’t want to be in this situation! He doesn’t want to have to look for his missing daughter! He doesn’t want her to be gone! He doesn’t want the house to be dirty! Things had been coming along so nicely, ever since he realised she could be pretty, he thought he was way ahead of the game, but it all came crumbling down at once.

#murder fabrication bonus content #english

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gryffindorcls · 4 years

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Meant To Be: Chapter 4 (Your Voice)

IT’S DAY FOUR OF LOVESQUARE FLUFF WEEK 2020!!!

(I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m a day behind. Thanks for your patience!) Thank you @lovesquarefluffweek for organizing this event!

Welcome back! Today’s prompt is “Your Voice”.

This chapter is a song fic. I used the song “Runnin’ Home to You” from the musical episode of “The Flash”. You can listen to it on Spotify here.

I also collabed with @flashflashitsash! She made some STUNNING art for this chapter. You can find it here.

Enjoy!

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BEGINNING

<— Previous Next —->

AO3

FanFiction

Chapter 4: Your Voice

With the tape measure in hand, Adrien stood at the other end of the table and kept his eyes glued on Marinette. His heart melted when he saw her stick out her tongue while trying to get an accurate measurement. After they finished, she smiled and bounced on the balls of her feet, causing Adrien to nearly combust.

While he watched her write down the measurements on a piece of paper, his mind began to wander. “She’s always been beautiful, but my lady is the only one who’s ever made me feel this way. What changed? Why now?”

“Adrien?” Marinette said, cutting through the haze in his brain, “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“You looked kind of out of it for a second there.”

“Oh, I was just...thinking.”

“Cool! I do that sometimes...ugh...wait, that was probably the dumbest thing I could have said.” She shoved the paper with the measurements into her purse. “Please just ignore me.”

“She’s adorable. Maybe Plagg is right. The heart wants what the heart wants.”

He took a step toward her. “I don’t think I could if I tried. If anything, I think I’m finally seeing you for all that you are.”

“No! What are you doing, Adrien? What about Ladybug?”

She squeaked. “Oh! I...um...d-do you see what you like? I mean...like what you see?”

“Marinette, I think I always have,” he said without thinking.

“Maybe my heart wants her.”

Marinette’s face turned bright red, and her eyes grew wide. “School...us...go?

Adrien held out his arm for her to take. “Shall we?”

“Mmmhmm.” She tentatively took his arm.

An explosion of warmth radiated throughout his body when she finally hugged his arm against her chest. For a brief and fleeting moment, all of the confusion from before melted away.

It felt familiar.

It felt safe.

It felt right.

Like the moment they’d shared in the classroom earlier that day, Adrien was struck by the strength of his feelings for Marinette. Just as he was about to let himself completely fall for her, visions of Ladybug flashed across his mind. His arms tensed involuntarily while he let out a frustrated huff.

“Is everything alright?” she asked quietly.

“Um, yeah.” He scrambled to find an answer. “I...uhh...just remembered that I have to go home before I go back to the school.”

“Oh, I can walk with you!”

“But you live right here. I don’t want you to go out of your way.”

“I don’t mind. Honestly, before I met up with you, my plan was just to go back to my room and watch YouTube videos. It’s a beautiful day, and I’d love the company.”

Adrien’s pulled his hood over his head. “You mean, you wouldn’t mind walking with someone who has to hide their identity from nosy fans?”

She giggled and pulled the strings on his sweatshirt, cinching the hood around his face. “Nope. I wouldn’t even mind if you were wearing a mask. I’d still hang out with you.”

He loosened the hood and met her gaze. “Wait...really?”

“Of course. You’re still you, no matter what you’re wearing.”

“Sounds like you have experience.”

She turned her head and coughed. “Uhhh...no m-more than you!”

“It’s getting awkward,” his mind yelled, “Change the subject!”

He tapped his chin. “I wonder if Ladybug and Chat Noir act differently when they’re civilians. Being able to hide your identity like that must give them the freedom to do things they can’t usually do.”

“No, Adrien, what are you doing?”

“Well,” Marinette began, “everyone has a tendency to act differently when they’re in different situations. It’s probably the same for Ladybug and Chat Noir. For example, I can’t imagine civilian Ladybug doing half the things she does when she’s transformed.”

“You just said that a person is still themselves no matter what they’re wearing, so even if she’s not swinging between buildings every second of the day, I’m sure she’s still brave, selfless, and creative. I bet she’s an everyday Ladybug...just like you.”

Marinette took a sharp intake of breath. “We are going to run out of time if we don’t get going.”

Adrien pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. “Yikes, you’re right. We only have an hour. Let’s go.”

As the duo made their way to the Agreste Mansion, they chatted about school, video games, and their hobbies. Even though Adrien did his best to stay away from topics that had to do with Ladybug and Chat Noir, he couldn’t help but hear his lady in Marinette’s voice. He found it amazing how both girls sounded so similar.

“I must have a really specific type,” Adrien mused inside his head.

“Hey Marinette,” he said, stopping at the wall behind his house, “why don’t we talk more? I love hearing what you have to say.”

She looked to the side and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Well, we usually don’t get the chance to hang out alone with each other. Most of the time we’re with Alya and Nino. And then you weren’t there for a while because you were with…”

“Kagami?”

“Yeah. I heard about you two breaking up. I’m sorry things didn’t work out.”

“It’s for the best. We were too alike.”

She let go of his arm. “Oh?”

He took a step back. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, sorry!” she said quickly, waving her hands in front of her, “It’s just that a friend of mine said the same thing to me last night. You remind me a lot of him actually.”

“That’s interesting. You remind me of someone I know, too.”

She smiled. “What a funny coincidence!”

He nodded. “I guess you and I just have certain qualities that we look for in friends.”

“At least you don’t pun as much as he does.”

“I hate to tell you this, but I love puns.”

“You do?” Marinette laughed. “Oh, no!”

He feigned mock hurt. “Excuse me, but I think you’ll find that my jokes are quite claw-some. Why even the Queen of England liked my puns when I went to the royal wedding.”

“You told puns to the Queen? Look, I’m not against puns, they’re fine. My dad uses them, but my friend has terrible timing. I hope yours is better, Prince Charming.”

“Oh, so, I’m a prince now?”

“Only a prince could tell puns to the Queen and live to tell the tale.”

“And how would you know that? Are you a princess?”

“I’m not royalty.”

“You could be.”

“I’m just a baker’s daughter. I’m not special.”

Adrien leaned in. “Yes, you are. You’re purr-fect.”

Placing her index finger on the tip of his nose, she pushed him away. “I take back what I said before. You’re not a prince. You’re just a trusted knight who learned one too many jokes from the court jester.”

He took her hands in his. “What if I was both?”

She let go of one of his hands and ran her thumb across his cheek. “That sure would make things easier.”

He cleared his throat, let go of her other hand, and pointed to the grate on his wall. “Oh, um...we’re here, by the way.”

“Adrien, this is the back of your house.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Can you not walk in the front door?”

“No, I snuck out.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m going to go back in and try to convince Nathalie to let me walk with you to school. I think she’ll say yes. Wait for me out front, and I’ll text you if I get permission.”

She shook her head and laughed. “I guess this is where I wish you good luck?”

Adrien patted his bag. “I still carry around my Marinette lucky charm wherever I go, so I have all the luck I need!”

“You do?”

“Of course, it’s one of my most prized possessions.”

“I still have yours. It’s in a special place in my room.”

Adrien felt Plagg poke his stomach from inside his sweatshirt. When he reached inside of his pocket to make him stop, his Kwami shoved his phone into his hand.

He pulled out the phone and looked at the time. “Yikes! We only have a half-hour left. I gotta get going. Hopefully, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“See you soon!” She waved and made her way down the sidewalk.

Once Marinette had turned the corner, Adrien knelt down, removed the bars from the grate, and shimmied through the small opening. He ran across the garden, climbed through the window, hopped into the bathroom, and snuck back to his room.

“I guess you’re no longer in love with Ladybug.” Plagg zipped out of the sweatshirt pocket.

Adrien sighed. “I don’t know. Marinette and Ladybug are so alike. I have no idea how to choose, but at least I took your advice. She and I are going to hang out after school today.”

“Good, but what about the food you promised me.”

“Marinette’s family owns a bakery. I’ll buy you something there.”

Adrien grabbed his books, shoved them into his bag, and made his way to Nathalie’s desk.

“Yes, Adrien,” the assistant said before he could announce his presence, “What do you need?”

He fiddled with the strap on his bag. “I was wondering if I could walk to school with my friend Marinette. It’s such a nice day, and it’s not that far.”

“You know your father doesn’t like it when you’re not with your bodyguard.”

“Please, Nathalie? She’s waiting outside the front gate, and I don’t want her to have to walk back on her own.”

“Fine, but you two won’t be walking. She will come with you in the car.”

While it wasn’t what he wanted, he knew arguing wouldn’t help. “Okay.”

She pushed up her glasses with her index finger. “Is there something else you need?”

“Could I hang out with Marinette after school? It’s Friday, and I’m done with almost all my homework for the weekend.”

“You have a photoshoot in the morning.”

“I won’t be out late. I promise.”

Without responding, Nathalie stood up and walked into his father’s office. When she returned, she sat down at her desk and started typing.

“You have until seven o’clock,” she said without looking up from her computer.

A surge of excitement flooded his brain. “Thank you!”

He pulled out his phone, texted Marinette, and ran outside. When he got there, his bodyguard was opening the car door for his classmate. He quickly hopped into the other side of the vehicle.

“Sorry, we’re not walking, but this was the best I could do,” he said with a shrug.

She buckled her seatbelt. “Compromise isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

“You’re right.”

“Besides, we are running out of time. We only have twenty minutes of our lunch break left.”

“We do? I was hoping to buy something from the bakery before we headed back to class.”

“Did you not eat?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“I have to stop by my place anyway to grab my backpack and give my dad these measurements. Come in with me, and I’ll have my mom give you something from the bakery.”

“I have money.”

She crossed her arms. “And it will be useless in our store. My parents are always forcing food on my friends, and my mom would be more than happy to give you something.”

“Your parents are awesome,” he said, feeling a pang of jealousy in his gut.

“They are. They’re a little nosy, but they’re great. My parents treat all my friends like family. You know you’re welcome to come over whenever you want, right?”

“I am?”

“Yeah, I have friends over all the time.”

“That would be amazing.”

The car pulled up to the bakery, and both teens hopped out. They were greeted by two smiling faces when they walked through the door.

“Hello, Adrien!” Sabine greeted cheerfully.

“Sorry it took me so long to get the measurements.” Marinette handed the paper to her father. “I ran into Adrien, and we started talking.”

“That’s fine, sweetheart.”

“Maman, would it be okay if I grabbed a few croissants. Adrien didn’t eat any lunch.”

Marinette’s mother gasped. “Well, that won’t do! Come here, my dear, and we’ll pick out a few things.”

Adrien didn’t try to contain his excitement. “Thanks, Mrs. Cheng!”

“Anytime.”

While he looked at the case of treats, Marinette’s father spoke to her with a booming voice. “I know it’s short notice, but I’m going to need you to help me with setting up over at the venue tonight.”

“But, papa, Adrien wanted to hang out with me after school.” Marinette drooped.

Adrien couldn’t stand to see her looking upset. “I can help out if you want.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to,” she said sadly, “We can hang out another time.”

“No, I insist. If I go home, I’d just sit around watching YouTube videos all night.”

“Okay. Thank you, Prince Charming.” She said with a curtsey.

He laughed and bowed. “Anything for you, Princess.”

***

Once again, Marinette found it impossible to focus in class. She spent the rest of the school day daydreaming of blond boys in disguise.

Nothing made sense anymore. Her heart felt like it was being stretched to opposite sides of the earth, and she didn’t know what to do.

Once school was finally over, she and Adrien made their way over to the bakery. They spent the next several hours carrying various items over to the venue. By the time they were finished, they were sweating and laughing. She never wanted their time together to end.

When Adrien finally left, Marinette sat alone with her thoughts. She did her best to focus on something other than her troubled heart, but memories of the time she spent with each boy continued to dance through her mind. She tried distracting herself by designing, watching videos, and working on homework, but nothing she did was able to calm her down. She felt restless.

Marinette climbed onto her balcony and allowed the cool breeze to caress her face. She closed her eyes and attempted to sort out her thoughts.

The time she’d spent with Adrien today was like a dream come true. It was everything that she’d ever wanted, and it seemed like he was starting to think of her as more than just a friend. At the same time, today made her realize that there were still so many things that she didn’t know about Adrien. It was as if there was a part of himself that he kept hidden from the world. The thought of getting to know that side of him excited her.

As her mind began to picture what a relationship with Adrien would look like, her thoughts wandered to Chat Noir. Last night had been proof that her love for him had always existed, and there was no question that he was deeply in love with her. However, she also knew that their job as superheroes would get in the way of them having a real relationship with each other.

“If only I knew Chat as a civilian, Tikki. That would make all of this so much easier,” she said, looking out at the Parisian skyline.

The tiny red being landed on Marinette’s shoulder. “Well, as the Guardian, you are more than welcome to…”

“Wait!” she exclaimed, cutting off her Kwami, “I think I hear something.”

Marinette closed her eyes and could just make out the faint sound of a piano playing in the distance. When her eyes landed on the park, she saw light pouring out of the gazebo in the middle of the venue.

“It’s Chat,” she whispered, “He came back, Tikki. I have to go see him!”

The kwami giggled. “Then go!”

“Tikki, SPOTS ON!” she yelled, letting the bright pink light wash over her.

She quickly unsheathed her yo-yo and swung down to the park. She landed inside the fenced-off area and quietly made her way to the gazebo. When she reached the decorated entranceway, she found Chat Noir playing the same song he’d played for her the night before.

“Hello, Chat.” She sat down next to him on the bench.

He stopped playing. “Good evening, Ladybug. It’s not a patrol night. Any purr-ticular reason you’re here?”

“I’ve had an interesting day, and I heard you playing. I was hoping you would let me listen to your song again.”

“Anything for you, my lady.”

“Thank you.”

He positioned his fingers on the keys, paused, and looked up. “Actually, I was wondering if you would indulge me for a moment.”

She nodded. “Uhh...sure?”

“There are words to the song, and I was hoping you would let me sing them for you.”

“You mean, it’s not just the melody?”

“Is it okay if I sing?”

“Oh, yes, I would love to hear the words.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, and he simply smiled and turned his attention towards the keys. When he played the first chord, her heart soared.

And then he began to sing.

“Can't say how the days will unfold,

Can't change what the future may hold.

But, I want you in it.

Every hour, every minute.”

Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. She could feel the ache in his heart, and she suddenly longed to hold him and never let him go.

“This world can race by far too fast.

Hard to see while it's all flying past,

But it's clear now,

When you're standing here now.

I am meant to be wherever you are next to me.”

The depth of his love struck her soul. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“All I want to do

Is come running home to you,

Come running home to you.

And all my life I promise to

Keep running home to you.

Keep running home

To you.”

She tried to picture a relationship with Chat in their civilian lives. Ladybug did her best to remove the mask from his face, but to her despair, Adrien’s face popped into her mind, reminding her of the decision she had to make.

“And I could see it,

Right from the start,

Right from the start.

That you would be

Be my light in the dark,

Light in the dark.

Oh, you gave me no other choice

But to love you.”

She was hopelessly in love with both of them, and she had no idea what to do. Tears began to flow freely down her cheeks.

“All I want to do

Is come running home to you,

Come running home to you.

And all my life I promise to

Keep running home to you,

Keep running home,

Home to you.

Can't say how the days will unfold.

Can't change what the future may hold.

But, I want you in it,

Every hour, every minute.”

When the last note faded away, they sat in a comfortable silence. They didn’t move or speak for several minutes.

She sniffled. “Thank you, Chaton.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Thank you for letting me sing.”

“It was beautiful.” She got off of the piano bench and clutched her yo-yo in her hands. “I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow for patrol.”

Chat kept his eyes glued on the keys. “I’ll see you tomorrow, my lady.”

She threw her yo-yo and vaulted into the night. When she landed on her balcony, she detransformed, collapsed into a heap, and sobbed.

“Why couldn’t they be the same person?” she thought, before a pair of strong, familiar arms gently wrapped themselves around her.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #my fic #Meant To Be #Chapter 4 #lovesquarefluffweek2020 #fluff #your voice #adrienette #ladynoir #so much fluff #they are oblivious beans #they'll figure it out #fanfiction #ao3 #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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softtbucky · 3 years

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Tagged by the incredible @warmachinesocks ily bb. I tried to do this before and then tumblr deleted all my answers so sorry it’s a bit late ��

1. why did you choose your url?

so you know that moment in ca:cw when bucky is buying his plums and you wanna die cause he’s so soft? yeah that exact moment and then the rest of ca:cw in Bucharest.

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

yes, only a fic recs blog which is sb-ficrecs, a place for me to be a hoe off main haha

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

yikes uhm….probably like 2011/2012? my friend had it originally so I joined and then got into the 1D craze had that for years and then I needed somewhere else to post other shit so “dorkychris” was born which eventually turned into softtbucky

4. do you have a queue tag?

no, I’ll just spam your dash and then leave 😅

5. why did you start your blog in the fist place?

I started this one because I needed another blog to post marvel and then I saw sebastian in the august man photoshoot and I was gone haha

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

it’s literally my favourite look on him and it stems from my url

7. why did you choose your header?

old man hates flying machine

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

oooh, I had to check but I think it’s this one

9. how many mutuals do you have?

omg I’m not sure tbh. I have a few for sure but idk how many exactly. can you actually find that out?

10. how many followers do you have?

5,272, please don’t ask me how haha.

11. how many people do you follow?

1006, so manyyyy haha all quality of course.

12. have you ever made a shit post?

just check out my gina.txt tag lmao

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

a lot haha I’d probably be on more if I wasn’t working so much.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another lot once? who won?

no, I always manage to stay away from it. I only ever hear about it and I’m like what’s happening now? haha

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

ugh, I can guilt trip myself enough for the both of us so good day sir

16. do you like tag games?

of course! I try to do them asap

17. do you like ask games?

see previous lol

18. which of your mutual do you think is tumblr famous?

omg there’s a few haha idk why they follow me cause I’m a train wreck lmao but I love them so much

19. do you have a crush on a mutual

a platonic crush cause they’re all fucking amazing

💖💖💖💖

#answered #about me

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mysticdragon3md3 · 3 years

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It's now the last day to preorder Nendoroid Fushiguro, and I'm letting the clock run down. If I had the budget, I wouldn't be doing this. I'd instead be buying Nendo Fushiguro and Nendo butai Mikazuki Munechika. But it's time to admit, I don't have the budget for characters I haven't gotten intensely attached to, nor for purely beauty piece figures. ...Or do I??? o~o;

Lately I've been staring at my Fate Nendos, which are beautiful, yes, but I have no real attachment to them! I shouldn't have bought Saber Musashi, Archer, and maybe even Saber Prototype. I've been preordering 4+ Nendos almost every month, for the past few months, on *my* pathetic budget, and I wasted money on characters I don't even know?!? I don't even watch any of the Fate series! ;o;! Why do I do this to myself?! My wallet?! ;o; At least Nendo Shiro, Fate Zero Saber, and White Rose Arthur Pendragon have proven to have very useful and versatile parts for figure photoshoots. But what am I doing spending on Fate Nendoroids????

And the same for my Touken Ranbu Nendoroids. I have 18 Touken Ranbu Nendoroids and Nendoroid Co-de. I only feel real attachment to FIVE of those characters: the Date-gumi and Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki. And sure, at the beginning of my Touken Ranbu Nendo collecting, we in the figure collecting fandom were trying to send a message to Good Smile Company that they should make more male figures, as much as their female figures. So a lot of my first Tourabu Nendos were preorders just to send a message. Then there were the useful parts. At the time, and for the longest time, there was no Nendoroid More set with hakama. That only recently got announced last week. And then the Co-de had such generic outfits, including hakama, than I knew they'd be very useful. ...They turned out not to be. Their static arms make them less versatile for photoshoots and mixing/matching. And Mikazuki's jinbei and Kashuu's and Yamatonokami's hakama have become obsolete after recent Nendoroid More sets like the yukata set and Seijin no Hi set. I used to be so excited about Nendo Co-de Kashuu's "black" hakama beause I could use it for my custom Nendo Rukia Kuchiki. But now I have Nendo Ichigo and turns out he comes with 2 hakama; 1 for him, 1 for custom-Rukia. So now even that use for Nendo Co-de Kashuu makes his purchase obsolete. ~_~; Sure, the full Nendos' hakama were useful before, but the Seijin no Hi hakama set just got announced last week. That's 4 hakama for the price of one of the Tourabu Nendos I bought for their ONE hakama. My Touken Ranbu Nendoroids are a monument to my completionist collecting wasting my money. x_x; So I vowed I would no longer get anymore Nendoroids that were not characters I loved enough that my heart would stop when i saw their figure announcements---no matter how pretty they were! I would no longer get Touken Ranbu Nendoroids that were not Date-gumi, Sanada-gumi, Akita Toshiro, or Gokotai. And in reality, when butai Nendo Tsurumaru Kuninaga got revealed, I thought he was beautiful enough to want, but i didn't recognize him, so I was thankful I wouldn't be tempted to waste money on him. Turned out it was the Date-gumi's Tsuru, and I was obligated to buy that butai Nendo. I was so torn about parting with my money, even for a figure so beautiful. I was already in the middle of 4+ Nendo preorders, almost every month, recently, and I wasn't feeling too good about buying another version of a character WHICH I ALREADY HAD. But I had setup my rule about buying Date-gumi, I like Tsuru, and this new butai Tsuru fit my criteria. I couldn't back out. No matter how much my wallet wanted to. But becasue that preorder happened so recently, I can still remember what that feels like: to reluctantly waste money on a beauty piece, even though I wasn't so in love with a character that my heart stopped when I saw their figure announcements. And that latter had happened recently too: Nendo Yuuji Itadori remined me only last month what it felt like to love a character so much, I just had to have their Nendoroid. I should feel that way about ALL my Nendoroids. Each and every one. But I don't. Because I'm a goddamned completionist collector. Ugh.

So I vowed to not get more beauty pieces and to also pass up characters I didn't absolutely adore. And then---bam! What happens at the same time? Nendoroid butai Mikazuki Munechika looking absolutely beautiful, even the silver on his armor gleaming more than the armor of Nendo Saber Prototype, plus I think I have a particular liking towards white color schemes with silver and a few black accents. AND Nendoroid Fushiguro Megumi. I'm not a big Mikazuki fan. I like him, but he's not a favorite character of mine. I like Fushiguro, I think he's a nice character, and it looks like he'll have a lot of interesting plot coming up, but I don't adore him. I mean, if I get his Nendo, shouldn't I at least be as crazy about him as Yuuji? At least Gojou is funny and has a great dynamic with Yuuji that always makes me smile---almost as much as Yuuji himself makes me smile. But even though I like Fushiguro, I can't say the same. And I have to start putting my foot down. I don't have the budget for anymore halfway liked Nendoroids/figures. Yes, butai Mikazuki is absolutely beautiful, but a lot of my Fate Nendos are also very beautiful and I don't get as much joy out of them as characters I love for who they are. Yes, Fushiguro is a nice guy, I'm enjoying Jujutsu Kaisen, and getting him would appease my completionist tendency...But he's no Yuuij Itatori, Ryuji Sakamoto, Joker, Sanada Yukimura, Date Masamune, Hinata Shoyo, Homura Akemi, etc. I have to stop spending money I don't have on characters I don't absolutely adore!...Even if I do like them...Like Fushiguro. ;________;

Gawd, this is gonna hurt! There is scientific research that the pain of missing out can hurt more than the regret of buying unnecessary things. Do I really want to risk this?

I mean, I haven't gotten very far in Jujutsu Kaisen THE ANIME, which isn't very far into the story of the manga, I believe. What if I get further into the story and I end up REALLY liking Fushiguro? I told myself like half a month ago that if Fushiguro didn't ingraciate himself to my sentimentality before his preorder closes before midnight later today, then he probably wouldn't be worth getting for me. The problem is that I haven't been keeping up with watching Jujutsu Kaisen. I have a weird habit of avoiding very good series I enjoy, because it guarantees an unproductive day. x_x; What if I had kept up with watching, his character becomes endeared to me, and I would have known by now that his Nendo would be worth getting? I mean, he's just an extra $51...And I do always feel bad when I get a Nendoroid and skip out on that character's friend...That's the reason I got Nendo Heshikiri Hasebe and his Nendo faceplate turned out to be very useful. But more than that, wouldn't I feel bad about getting Nendo Yuuji but leaving him without his friend? I mean, my best figure photos comes from characters playing off each other. And sure, I'm geting Gojou along with Yuuji, but what if Fushiguro turns out to have a lot more interesting dynamics with Yuuji than I've seen so far in the anime? What if he turns out to have mroe interesting photoshoot ideas with Yuuji, than Gojou? Damn it...I'm convincing myself to get him. x-x;;;;;;;;;

"And if I splurge on Nendo Fushiguro, then I may as well get butai Mikazuki too!" Ugh...I can just feel that thought burying itself into my brain! I shouldn't be spending money on this!

Isn't now the time to test my new rule about what Nendoroids to not buy? Here I have 2 Nendos that fit BOTH criteria. All signs are pointing to not buying them. Nendo butai Mikazuki would be the same mistake as Saber Musashi---and all my "beauty piece" Touken Ranbu Nendoroids. Nendo Fushiguro would be the same mistake as every completionist buy for a character I wasn't already crazy about.

Then again, I have made good guesses like when I bought Nendo Kageyama before watching Haikyuu. Then I ended up loving Haikyuu.

Maybe I should cram as many Jujutsu Kaisen episodes into today, to help me decide if I should preorder Nendo Fushiguro, before his preorders end tonight. If Crunchyroll works. It's been crashing repeatedly on me, for the past several---many times I've been trying to watch Jujutsu Kaisen.

Maybe I should just bite the bullet on butai Jiji, since he's only $43. He's not even $50! For that level of detail? This is a great price!

Or maybe, I should accept that I'm not crazy enough about Jiji, and that Nendo Fushiguro might get a re-release by the time his character has become endearing to me. o_o????

#figure collecting #collector problems #wallet dying #confused with myself #processing thoughts

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #288

“i never believed the devil was real, but god couldn’t make someone filthy as you”

When was the last time you drove or travelled for over an hour? Where did you go? Around a month back, I rode with Mom and my sister to my mom’s doc appointment. When you get old, are you going to let your hair go gray or dye it instead? Haha, I don’t see my desire to dye my hair wild colors ever fading. What genre was the last book you read? Was it any good? Fantasy. It was very good. Did you ever wear braces on your teeth? Yes. What’s your favorite condiment to have with sausages or hot dogs (or the vegetarian equivalent)? I just have ketchup and mustard. Which fictional character can you relate to the most? Is this a character from film, TV or a book? I dunno, there’s just so many to dig through. I’ve never felt a *strong* connection to any. Do you groom your eyebrows? If so, how? Not really anymore. Do you own any photo albums? Are they dedicated to special occasions or just a random selection of photos? We have old ones stored in a cabinet somewhere. I haven’t looked at them in a long time, but I think they’re loosely bound by time periods. What’s your favorite meal of the day - breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Breakfast, for sure. Who was the last person you texted? How do you know that person? Sara. She’s my best friend. What was the reason behind the last time you shouted or raised your voice? It wasn’t severe at all, but I raised my voice to tell Roman to stop clawing at the carpet. Are you a citizen of more than one country? Would you ever use that advantage to move abroad? No. Have you ever read any of John Green’s books? If so, which one is your favorite? I barely started The Fault in Our Stars, and that’s it. I’m quite sure I would if I actually read them, though. Are you a protective person? UM ONLY JUST SLIGHTLY. Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No. There’s been very, very mild ones here, and the one “big” one (which, mind you, was only big enough to make the pool water barely tremble) that’s happened in my lifetime I wasn’t even home for; I was hours away at the zoo. According to Facebook outrage much more recently, my area experienced a teeny-tiny one, but I sure didn’t feel it. Are you a fan of penguins? Omg yes, such darlings. So intelligent, too. I particularly love emperor penguins. Has anyone ever sang to you? Yes. Are you a good painter? I’ve been told so. Before buying a car, do you usually test drive it? I’ve never been in this position. When was the last time you met someone for the first time? Ummm I dunno. Maybe Nicole’s ex? Have you ever cooked with crab or lobster? Could you ever bring yourself to kill a live lobster/crab? No and no. I hate the taste of both. Squishy and just… ew. Which fast food restaurant do you go to the most? What do you tend to order when you go there? Being the cheapest, probably McDonald’s? I usually get a double cheeseburger and small or medium fry. Does it bother you when dogs jump up at you? Does it bother you less if it’s a smaller dog? Nah. I mean their claws can hurt, but it’s all worth a dog’s love, haha. What kind of animal did you touch last? Was this animal one of your pets? I pet my cat Roman last. How would you describe your sense of humor? Have you ever offended someone when you were only joking? Seeing as I don’t even find myself funny, idk how to answer that. I don’t believe I’ve ever offended anyone with a joke. When was the last time you cried - what caused it? It was literally last night when I was really deeply thinking about stuff I’ve been running from. What’s your favorite flavor of potato chip? You can’t beat the original ruffled kind, imo. Do you prefer fruit or vegetable juice? What kind of flavors do you like? I love fruit juice, but you’ll never see me even try vegetable juice. I enjoy lots of fruit ones: mango (my favorite), pineapple, strawberry, watermelon, orange, apple… Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? How did you meet this person? If you mean via a call and not texting, that would be my psychiatrist. I met him during my partial hospitalization. He helped save my life. Who was your first celebrity crush? Which celebrity do you like now? Jesse McCartney /swoons. Now I’m a l l about Mark Fischbach like jesus fucking Christ lord- Do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed? It’s closed. What’s your favorite love movie? The Notebook. Afraid of heights? Kinda, yeah. Do you take a vitamin daily? Not daily, no, but I have to take Vitamin D once a week. Wal-Mart, Target, or K-Mart? Wal-Mart. Is K-Mart even still around? Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos; I don’t really like the latter. Are you patient? N O P E, not unless it’s really called for. Which are better black or green olives? I hate olives. Black aren’t as awful, though. Who was your high school crush? Ha, Jason surpassed “crush” by a lighyear. Have you ever had your computer or e-mail hacked? Did anything bad happen as a result? No to both, but I’ve had my Facebook hacked. Nothing too bad happened. Do you prefer the company of people or animals? Animals, for sure. I need human company sometimes too, though. When was the last time you went to the beach? What did you do there? A few years ago when Colleen and I were still friends. The water felt fucking incredible, so I swam a lot, and then I just chilled with her, her husband, and their then-infant son under the umbrella. I still got insane sun poisoning, though. What kind of milk do you prefer to drink (if you drink it at all)? 1-2%. Skim is gross and whole is too thick. When was the last time you wore some kind of fancy dress? That witchy photoshoot I mentioned in I think the last survey. Do you enjoy dressing up (ie. in suits or smart clothing)? When was the last time you did so? Ugh, no. Too much effort and usually not very comfortable. See above answer for the second part. What’s worse - being overdressed or underdressed? I think the latter would embarrass me more. What do you think would be the worst thing about being stuck in solitary confinement? Being alone with only your head for “sound.” And if you’re in solitary, odds are your head isn’t in a good place, so it just makes it worse. How old were you when you learned to tie your shoelaces? Idk, but I know I learned it the “wrong” way first from Dad. It always annoyed Mom because they weren’t tight enough, apparently. Do you enjoy decorating for the holidays? For the most part, honestly not really. I love SEEING places decorated, but hate doing it myself. So much effort for sometimes not even a month’s worth of enjoyment. Would you rather go into a restaurant or just go via the drive-thru? I prefer the drive-thru. Do you like having your teeth cleaned at the dentist? Yeah, even if there may be a bit of pain here and there. It feels nice afterwards. Have you ever had a gun drawn on you before? YIKES, NO. When was the last time you went to a petting zoo? I probably haven’t since I was a baby. How old were you when you first started using Tumblr? Have you had the same blog all that time? Idr, but I know I was waaaay late to the party. I’ve had the same since the start, though. Are you a fan of Reddit? What are some of your favorite subreddits? I’ve never used it. Have you ever watched those YouTube videos of people popping their own spots or zits? Do you find them gross or fascinating? EW EW EW EW NO. They gross me the FUCK out. What’s a food you hated as a kid but love now? How about vice versa? Hmmm… I only know vice-versa, really. I loved peas as a baby, but now it’s a “fuck no” from me, man. Do you prefer socks, shoes or going bare foot? Bare feet, at least where it makes sense. Are you currently in the second story of a building? No; my house doesn't have a second floor. Who was the last music artist you listened to a song by? Ozzy. Have you ever written or drew something on a dollar bill? No. What was your favorite childhood game to play with your friends? We played lots of things, but I guess "Categories" in the pool probably wins. Basically the person on one end of the pool had to guess somebody on the other side's favorite in a certain topic, and if they guessed it right, you raced the other person to the opposite side. Whoever got there fastest was the next guesser. Where did you get your favorite pet from? My favorite pet of all time, my old dog Teddy, we got as a puppy from a friend of a friend. Her cocker spaniel had a massive litter and adopted the babies out. Have you ever called animal control on anyone? Not me personally, no. I think my mom did when our childhood neighbor's two rottweilers got loose and killed at least one of our kittens of the time; she was livid because it wasn't the first time they got out and attacked our cats, and of course us kids were absolutely devastated. I think they got off with a warning. Do you prefer wearing hoodies to coats? Yeah, especially slightly oversized. Is there anything written on the shirt you are wearing? No, it's just a black tank top. Have you ever been to another continent? No. Do you ever go out of your way to avoid someone? Not really. What was your last voicemail about? I don't even have a voicemail set up, so. Are you currently wearing a belt?I haven't worn belts since high school. How much was gas the last time you looked? I think $1.99. Is there someone who would support you no matter what? My mom, probably. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?I REALLY don't want to think about this one. Do you still get carded when you try and buy things you’re old enough to? I very rarely order one, but I don't really get carded for drinks at restaurants anymore. Do you know anyone fluent in a really uncommon language? Not that I know of. Do you kiss on the first date? This would depend on a lot of things. Odds are though, no. When was the last time you slept on something other than a bed? I've got no clue. How do you feel about the last person you shared a kiss with? I love her. Describe your current mood: Hopeless. Confused. Aimless. Exasperated. Just depressed. Do you think we were put on this earth for a reason? I mean, somewhat, but also not really. I don't believe life exists by chance, so whoever/whatever made that decision obviously had some reason - but not for each person in particular, I believe. I highly doubt something/someone thought out extravagant stories for every single thing that lives. I believe we give ourselves a reason. What is something you have done this year you’re proud of? Absolutely nothing, off the top of my head. What were you doing 10 years ago? I woulda been 14, almost 15... so starting high school. I was in school with actual goals and confidence I'd do great in life, despite my depression being in full swing. Did you ever have a MySpace? Yup... Still remember Natasha Bedingfield's "Pocketful of Sunshine" was the song on my meerkat-slathered page too, haha. Do you think breaks are toxic in a relationship? I don't believe in breaks, period. You don't turn love on and off. Do you have a YouTube channel? If no, would you create one? If yes, what’s your content? Yeah, but it's not one that seriously produces content. Its primary purpose is just to like, favorite, and rarely comment on stuff while having recommendations catered to my interests. I used to make GMV/AMV-type things and mostly Meerkat Manor tributes, as well as various MEP parts because BOY could I only accomplish very short videos. I no longer have "professional" video editing software (I'd always pirated it before, anyway...) nor the necessary motivation and patience to make them anymore. Are you a math person? Heeeeeeeell no. Have you been ghosted before? Would you ghost someone? No to both. When do you think things will be normal again? Who the fuck knows. It'll probably be a couple years, at least. Do you watch anime? If I'm watching television, yeah, I like some animes. Do you like TikTok? Never used it. Do you ever miss Vine? YO Vine was fuckin FUNNY If you're in school, are you doing it on Zoom or in class? I'm not in school, so. But if I was and in-person classes were expected, guess who the fuck isn't going with how serious I am about social distancing. Lives come before education. Would you ever have a pet rat? I've had a handful, but I don't think I will again. Their cages require so much cleaning, and they need more socialization than I'm able to provide. I fucking adore them, though. Favorite memory with your best friend? It's weird, we've "seen" each other for only like, a month's collective time, and I'm not sure of my answer because there's so many. Have you ever dated someone more than twice your age? No. Have you ever “dined and dashed”? No, I never could. Have you ever been cut off by a bartender because you were too drunk? No. Have you ever borrowed money from your mom & lied about why you needed it? I don't think so. Have you ever dated someone just because they had money? Fuck no. Have you ever lied to your spouse about the money you spent shopping? N/A, but I wouldn't. Have you ever flirted with a cop to get out of a ticket? No. Have you ever lied during a job interview? Me? Social? People person? Well duh, of course I am. Have you ever switched tags on an item to pay less for it? No, that's awful. Have you taken any pics of yourself that you wouldn't want your parents to see? Actually no. Did you ever get fired and tell someone you were laid off? No. Have you ever turned in a school paper that someone else wrote for you? Absolutely not. I liked writing papers anyway and am very serious about creative honesty. Do you feel accepted by your BF/GF’s family? N/A If you were an employer, would you hire someone with your exact work ethic? Well, what's the job? Have you ever trashed your ex’s car after an argument? No. The only thing I ever did to his car was decorate it for his birthday lmao. Have you ever done something because of peer pressure you are ashamed of? I don't think so, no. Have you ever been embarrassed to introduce your parents to anyone? No. Would you leave a note on a car claiming responsibility if you damaged it? Yes. The guilt otherwise would be unbearable. Have you ever used someone's handicapped parking pass to get a parking spot? Ew, no. Have you ever held back a well-deserved compliment because you were jealous? I wouldn't put me past it lately. For yourself, would you rather have a perfect body or high IQ? I hate my body so fuckin much that I'll take the first, please. Have you ever used a false ID? Nope. Are you embarrassed to tell people your job? I'm embarrassed to admit I don't HAVE a job. If you ran over an animal would you keep driving? Oh my god no, I'd have to stop to break the fuck down. Ever lie about you (or your kids') age to get a discount? Ha, I'm sure my parents would sometimes at restaurants when I was young. Do you really care about saving the planet for future generations? A LOT. Have you gotten close to anyone recently? Not really. Do you remember the first conversation you had with the person you have feelings for? No, but I can assure you it probably wasn't nice lmao. Have you ever gotten a D or F on your report card? Not until college. If you had twins, would you give them rhyming names? No. What are you listening to? "Radio" by Rammstein is on atm. Have you ever fallen into a mud puddle? Maybe as a kid. But that might'a been on purpose, lol. Are you scared of spiders? To a degree. Like, I want a few tarantulas but will scream and jump five feet the moment I see a huge spider beside me unexpectantly. I think they are very, very fascinating and important, but I also prefer to give them distance. Unless I have a camera in hand, haha. Do you think that crying is a form of weakness? Absolutely not. Have you ever slept on a couch with someone? Yeah. Last person to call you? Some number from Mississippi??????????? Ever feel like you have been replaced? Oh yes.

#survey #surveys #quiz #questions #lyrics: ''slutgarden'' by marilyn manson

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ryuukia · 4 years

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[Translation] SolidS Drama Vol.5 “One faithful day, I saw you laughing under the starry sky” Track 3

Now that online courses have become a thing worldwide, I have more time to translate. I have to say, this track gets rather emotional towards the end and I was even considering posting the audio together with the translation, but decided not to (the bgm is increasing the pain). I still recommend listening to the CD while reading this, it makes everything feel more natural and vivid.

Many thanks to Ryota for helping me proof this.

Please don’t repost/retranslate/reuse my translations. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

Track 3: Gloomy

Eichi: Well then, I’ll head back. It seems Issei and Icchi have also returned.

Rikka: Give them my regards.

Eichi: Okay, I’ll let them know! And once again, good job today! You were really cool.

Rikka: Thanks.

Eichi: Feel free to tag along in our common room. I’m sure the others would be happy. Ah, I’ll leave the walking coaching in your hands too!

Rikka: Roger. Talk to you later then!

Eichi: Okay, laters!

-the two separate-

Rikka: I’m back!

Tsubasa: Oh, welcome back, Rikka!

Rikka: I’m back, Tsubasa.

Tsubasa: Good job with the shooting! That finished surprisingly fast. I thought it would take longer.

Rikka: We advanced pretty smoothly. Want to see the results together?

Tsubasa: Oh! Show me, show me!

Rikka: Uhh -taps-... Here it is.

Tsubasa: Let’s see~. Whoa, how nice! You look so pretty! It’s not really the kind of style SolidS would lean on.

Rikka: I tend to shoot a lot of simpler poses when I do photoshoots alone. Women’s magazines seem to prefer off-shot casual portraits.

Tsubasa: Dai-chan and Eichi went to the studio to watch the shoot, right? How nice~! I wanted to tag along too~. Oh, when is the magazine going to be released? Let me know later, I want to mark it on the calendar. I won’t forget to check it out!

Rikka: You don’t really need to go and buy it, we’ll be receiving a sample anyway.

Tsubasa: What are you saying? It’s a lot better to go and buy it for myself especially when I’m excited about it~!

Rikka: Really~ You’ve always been good at knowing what to say to cheer me up, huh~ Should I brew some tea? I brought some souvenirs with me.

Tsubasa: Oh! Lucky me~! Just when I thought I was hungry. What did you buy?

Rikka: This. Daifuku with beans.

Tsubasa: Oh, Japanese sweets. That sure is unusual.

Rikka: They’re really delicious. I’m sure you’re going to like them.

Tsubasa: Hearing you say that makes me want to eat them immediately! But… maybe it’s better to wait until Dai-chan gets back… But stilllll…

Rikka: Eh? Dai’s not back yet?

Tsubasa: Yeah. I called him earlier. He said something about going out to a bouldering gym for a bit.

Rikka: Eh? How nice…I want to go too…

Tsubasa: I told him the same thing and he answered “Don’t.”, then ended the call.

Rikka: -chuckles- He’s probably shy. He must have started going there recently.

Tsubasa: I'm sure that Dai-chan falling is gonna be cute, too!

Rikka: -laughs- I guess he won’t let you come because you’d say that. And now all this talking made me hungry too.

Tsubasa: Alright! Let’s dig in then! Dai-chan will have to bear our bragging when he’s back!

Rikka: Okay! Wait for a second.

-Rikka goes to the kitchen-

Rikka: What were your plans for today, Tsubasa?

Tsubasa: I came home pretty late yesterday, but I’m off today. I woke up in the afternoon and spent the rest of my day checking interview articles.

Rikka: What’s the point of your day-off then?

Tsubasa: I’ve been so busy with things I need to finish lately that Fumi-chan grinned from ear to ear while scolding me. He made me promise not to go out today.

Rikka: He probably… won’t let you out until you’re done with it.

Tsubasa: Exactly! Ah, but I’m sure that this’ll definitely take a while. What about Rikka? When do you do your work?

Rikka: If I can’t find enough time to do all of them, I tend to spend 10 minutes or so doing what I have to before I sleep.

Tsubasa: Wha, how efficient! Though I’m the type who likes to finish everything in one go.

-Rikka places the tea on the table-

Rikka: That part of you's just like Shiki, Tsubasa.

Tsubasa: Eeh, don’t put us in the same boat!

Rikka: I completely meant it as a compliment though...

Tsubasa: That didn’t feel like a praise at all.

Tsubasa: Speaking of Shiki, hasn’t he been kind of strange lately? I haven’t seen his face once today. What is he doing?

Rikka: Right. I don’t know. Work’s been keeping me out of the dorm, so I didn’t really get the chance to see him. Here, your tea.

Tsubasa: Wha, thank you~! Mmmm, it’s delicious!

Rikka: I’ve been going to his room daily to check on him in the morning and evening.

Tsubasa: Ooh, Rikka is so nice! Thanks for the food!

-Tsubasa tries the daifuku-

Tsubasa: HM!? What’s this!? It’s amazing! So good!!

Rikka: Right?

Tsubasa, munching: By any chance, is this one here with the fresh cream meant to be for Shiki?

Rikka: Well… more or less.

Tsubasa: Really, you’re so nice, Rikka. And too soft on Shiki. Soft just like the fresh cream.

Rikka: Eeh, is that so?

Tsubasa: It is! You shouldn’t mind him much, y’know? He’s a masochist who loves to drive himself into a corner when it comes to music. Just let him live his jungle life on the Amazon until he’s satisfied.

Rikka: The Amazonian jungle you say…

Tsubasa: I can’t say my own room is super clean, but the way his bedroom looks right before a deadline is simply frightening. So yeah, the Amazon. Plus, Shiki’s the type who’ll clean up on his own if he wants to without us complaining about it. That’s why, fussing about him is sorta pointless in my opinion..

Rikka: …You completely get him now, huh. Even though you fought all the time in the beginning...

Tsubasa: Pretty much. But it’s not like I’m completely going soft on him, okay? If he ever sulks or decides to ignore us, I’ll make sure to knock him back to his senses.

-the door is closed in the background-

Tsubasa: Oh, Dai-chan’s back.

Dai: I’m back.

Haiduki: Hello, sorry to disturb.

Rikka: Haiduki-san!

Dai: He picked me up by chance.

Haiduki: I was waiting at the traffic light and I saw a familiar figure. That was a surprise.

Dai: Gotta say though, noticing me just by seeing my back is amazing.

Haiduki: Any capable manager would be able to do that. Ah, tell me more about this bouldering thing after this.

Dai: That’s fine by me. It got me pretty addicted.

Tsubasa: Oh, so mean! I want to hear about it too!

Dai: You’re too annoying, no way.

Tsubasa: Eh, Dai-chan…

Haiduki: Ah, right. I got a call thanking me for the photoshoot you had today, Rikka.

Rikka: The arrangements were well done and things went smoothly on the set. The staff also praised Haiduki-san a lot.

Haiduki: I’m glad to hear that. The results made all my adjustments worth it then. That magazine’s surveys got good reactions, so I wish to continue working with them if possible.

Rikka: In that case I hope I can surpass the editors’ enthusiasm.

Tsubasa: Anyway, you came at a good moment, Fumi-chan. We’ve got some delicious daifuku brought home by Rikka here~

Haiduki: Oh, that sounds good. I’ll enjoy them while checking your progress, Tsubasa.

Tsubasa: Half of them were already done, so ever since I woke up I’ve been checking the articles like I promised!!

Haiduki: I’m relieved to hear that. As expected, you’re always ready to walk the talk, Tsubasa. But before that, there’s one more job I need to finish.

Tsubasa: What job?

Dai: The one Shiki’s working on.

Rikka: If that’s the case, may I come with you? I want to bring him some refreshments and check up on him.

Haiduki: Eh? Uhhh... okay. Let’s go together then.

Rikka: -knocks on the door- Shiki, can I come in?

-no answer-

-the door opens-

Shiki: Rikka? Sorry, but-

Shiki: Why are you here?

Haiduki: How are things going? You don’t need to glare at me like that.

Shiki: Don’t use Rikka as a pretext to enter my room. Sigh. I said I wanted to focus.

Rikka: You’re wrong, Shiki. I asked Haiduki-san to let me come with him. I wouldn’t be able to see your face even once per day otherwise. I wanted to check up on you.

Shiki: I see. Sorry for making you worry.

Rikka: If you’re aware of that, then show your face in the common room from time to time at least. Here, I bought some daifuku. It’s delicious.

Shiki: You’re right. Thank you. So, Haiduki. Care to tell me why you came?

Haiduki: How mean. Do I need a reason to show up? I was around anyway, so I decided to pay you a visit.

Shiki: Don’t make me laugh. You didn't strike me as a worrywart type. I told you this whenever you called or came here to persuade me and I’ll say it again. This time I can’t forgive myself if I give up on this.

Haiduki: This time, huh.

Shiki: If you’re not satisfied with this, go ahead and reconsider it. Anyway, this is my final decision.

Haiduki: I get it, I get it. You don’t need to get so serious. I’ve been thinking of ways for how to break through this, so let’s talk about it constructively and realistically.

Shiki: Sigh. …...Rikka. Sorry, but could you leave Haiduki and me alone for a bit?

Rikka: Eh… sure. Of course. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. Go ahead.

Haiduki: It seems like it’s not progressing as much as he thought so he doesn’t have much time to relax, is all. It’s nothing bad, so leave the rest to me.

Shiki: Don’t say anything more than necessary, Haiduki.

Haiduki: I get it. See you later then.

-Rikka leaves Shiki’s room-

Tsubasa: Oh, Rikka! Welcome back. How did it go?

Rikka: I... gave him the daifuku.

Dai: Not that, how’s Shiki?

Rikka: Ah, right. He won’t say anything more than usual.

Dai: That’s strange. Shiki’s always been the type to do what he wanted even though people were worrying over him.

Tsubasa: Can’t be helped I guess. I wonder what our mighty leader is so stuck on this time.

Rikka: Who knows. I was chased away in the middle of the conversation. I don’t really get it…

Rikka: ...Ugh, that’s not it!

-Rikka throws himself on the sofa-

Rikka: Agh, seriously! I’m such an idiot!

Tsubasa: Eeh? What happened?

Dai: Why are you tumbling?

Rikka: I’m just…...mad at myself.

Tsubasa, whispering: Hey, Dai-chan. Did Rikka ever tumble in self-loathing before?

Dai: Who knows.

Rikka: I feel like that was a bad way to phrase it… I hate it.

Rikka: Maybe I’m just tired…

Tsubasa: Of course, you’d be! You’ve been working since this morning.

Rikka: But right now… I’m...

Dai: I don’t really get what’s going on, but maybe you should eat the daifuku for now.

Tsubasa: Let’s do that! I’ll pour the tea.

Rikka: Mm…...Thank you…

-Tsubasa pours tea-

Tsubasa: Okay, Rikka. Sorry to make you wait. -hands the cup to Rikka-

Tsubasa: Alright. Rikka’s finally feeling tired again.

Dai: Jeez. If you’re feeling that down, you should rant a little if you want to, you know?

Rikka: Sorry… I must be gloomy.

Dai: I wouldn’t really call that ‘gloomy’.

Tsubasa: Right? But honestly, I feel relieved.

Rikka: Why?

Tsubasa: You’re always smiling, calm and gentle, but there’s no way such a perfect human can exist. Plus, everyone’s got something in them that they don’t like.

Dai: Like how Tsubasa’s always noisy and causing uproars.

Tsubasa: Exactly! Also hey, Dai-chan!

Dai: Being exhausted isn’t really surprising. It’s something normal to want to vent out your feelings. If we’re feeling gloomy, I’m sure you’ll comfort us, too.

Rikka: You’re right. Thank you, Dai. And Tsubasa too.

-Rikka sits up and takes a sip from the tea-

Rikka: It’s delicious. Hot drinks really do heal you.

Tsubasa: I put in all my love. So, what did our mighty leader do to get you like this?

Rikka: Shiki didn’t do anything wrong…

Tsubasa: Then? What’s the problem?

Rikka: It’s just… uhm…I feel like I’m being narrow-minded...

Tsubasa: Aah, I think I got it. Let me guess: he ignored the daifuku despite knowing how worried you were for him, then started to talk about work with Fumi-chan, which got you bitter.

Rikka: Well, I guess… you could say that…

Rikka: Aagh… I’m seriously the worst!

-Rikka buries his head into the sofa again-

Tsubasa: No, no, no! There’s nothing wrong with you, Rikka. Ughh, seriously. Aaaaaagh! I want to stuff Shiki’s throat with daifuku and curse him to 10 hours of sleep!

Dai: I think that’s more life-threatening than a curse.

Tsubasa: I mean, it doesn’t look like he’s gonna reflect on it without a few good hours on the pillow.

Rikka: It’s fine, really. Shiki’s not at fault. This kind of thing is normal for him. And Haiduki-san is our manager, so it’s something natural to consult him when it’s about work. There are conversations I’m not meant to hear anyway. I’m the one at fault for getting in the middle and turning gloomy on my own.

Rikka: But if I think about it, it’s always been that way. I’ve been fueling my own worries ever since our old days.

Tsubasa: Shiki’s been like that since the beginning?

Rikka: Can you even imagine Shiki not being the way he is now?

Tsubasa: Ah, -laughs awkwardly- that’s kind of…

Dai: I can’t imagine that at all.

Rikka: Right? … He was the same back then. Though, I feel like I was the only one trying to get along with him...

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the-starsabove-you · 4 years

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The Spotlight

Chapter 17- City Lovers A/N: A very long chapter! I hope you guys enjoy and thanks for liking this story! I really love writing this story and have no clue when it will end. But there is gonna be moments where you’re gonna wanna strangle me. But we got lots to cover! Reviews are welcomed! Any certain things wanted in the story? Suggestions are welcomed!

A phone went off and Michelle groaned when she opened her eyes as she was very tired. She reached over the phone but she felt an arm around her waist pulling her closer until her back as against a bare chest. She looked over and saw Mat’s eyes were half open and he had a face on as he clearly was annoyed with the alarm clock. “Morning skate” Mat muttered before Michelle reached over to the phone to turn it off but Mat shook his head “Snooze it, I’ll get up in a couple” He said as he snuggled more into her and she chuckled before hitting snooze and she placed the phone near her pillow as Mat rested his forehead on her bare back and was relaxing. The two were enjoying the silence and both were starting to fall back asleep until the phone went off again. Mat groaned and he reached over to get the phone and he snoozed it. Michelle turned over to see Mat looking at her. She smiled and he sighed “I’m not ready to get up, you just got back yesterday” He muttered and she pushed his hair out of his face and she smiled “You didn’t have to come pick me up, I was perfectly fine taking an uber to your house” “Well I couldn’t wait to see you and what boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t pick up my girlfriend at the airport” Mat grinned and Michelle chuckled and they intertwined their fingers together. After the dance and they stayed at the hotel, Michelle had to go to LA for an interview and photoshoot before rushing back to New York so she could be with Mat. “I know I usually stay around and go be a tourist. But I had a reason to come back to New York sooner” Michelle said and Mat narrowed his eyes playfully “You’re cheesy” “Besides, I’m not going to spend New Years Eve without you.” Michelle said and Mat nodded “It sucks that we can’t go back to Canada for today. But I’m excited to spend it with you” “Let’s go, Wilson and Barzal Adventure!” Michelle said and Mat nodded and looked at her “Do you mind if Tito joins? He’s bummed that Emily stayed in LA to be with her family but he’s happy for her” “Tito can join! It’s about time we have an adventure with the three of us” She said and suddenly her phone rang and she turned around away from Mat to get her phone before she looked over at his phone “Alarm is gonna go off soon” She said and he nodded “I’ll get up soon” She saw it was Marie, her agent and she picked up “Hi Marie! How’s everything?” “Michelle, I just wanted to call you wish you a Happy New Years Eve” Her agent greeted and Michelle smiled at that. No matter how many people have said Marie was harsh or cold. She cared about her clients and had a soft spot for Michelle. “Thank you Marie, any plans for today?” She asked and Marie sighed “I’m here in the office. I need to book things for you and the other girls for the future. I can sense we are gonna have a good year” She said and Michelle grinned “I’m sure looking forward to it” “Plans for you today Sweetheart?” Marie asked and Michelle sighed “Um.. Going to spend the day with Mat and his friend Tito” Marie was silent, Michelle swore that she thought Marie had hung up on her. It wasn’t until Marie spoke “We’re going to have a talk about this Mat, sooner or later.” She said and Michelle was silent and Mat could tell something was wrong so he wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her towards him. “Yeah.. Okay” Michelle said and Marie sighed “I don’t want to be the bad guy, Michelle. You know I hate that” “I’ll talk to you later Marie, I’ll call you after midnight” She said and Marie sighed “Alright, remember to call your family too. I know your mother must be wondering what you’ve been doing” “I will” Michelle muttered before she said her farewells with Marie before Mat started kissing her shoulder “We’ll go out and have a great night. Promise” He said and she grinned before the alarm went off and he sighed “Well, that’s my cue to get up and get ready” He said and he got up and Michelle couldn’t help but admire his body and he saw that and laughed “You know I see you looking” “Does it look like I care?” Michelle said and Mat narrowed his eyes playfully “Don’t follow me into the shower because I will get yelled at for being late.” He gave her a pointed look and she pretended to look innocent before she went on her phone. Mat came out of the shower after a while and he was drying his hair with a towel, sweatpants and a sweatshirt on him and he looked at her “You’re staying here? Or heading back to your apartment?” “Going home, I need to find a dress for tonight. Gotta dress to impress” She winked and Mat grinned “Oh yeah, who are you trying to impress?” He asked and she looked at him with a smirk “Just Ryan Seacrest” “Oh you’re so full of it” Mat laughed before she broke into laughter too and he shook his head before she quickly went into her suitcase and hopped in to take a quick shower. She quickly placed a hoodie over her head and finished putting on her jeans before Mat was grabbing his keys and they walked out of his apartment. Mat was walking towards his car “I’ll see you later, I’ll come pick you up” “Tell Tito to come meet us as well” She said and Mat nodded before he leaned forward to kiss Michelle who was smiling into the kiss before she broke it “Okay I’m not trying to get your coach to murder me. Go!” She said before he chuckled and got into his car while Michelle had called an uber to get home. It had been a couple of hours and Michelle was looking into the mirror, finishing her make-up before she heard a knock and she was looking at her dress which was black and had some sparkles in it. She thought it would be nice for a New Years party. She made her way towards the door and saw it was Tito and she opened the door and grinned “Woah look at you Tito!” Tito narrowed his eyes playfully “Yes, I look hot. We all know this” He said and Michelle hit his shoulder with her hand and he chuckled. “You look stunning as always” Tito said and Michelle had bowed “Thank you, I’m trying to look cute for my date tonight.” She said and Tito laughed “Mat would think you’re hot in a potato bag” “Oh, I wasn’t walking about Mat” She sand Tito raised an eyebrow “Whose the lucky man that’s not Mat?” He asked and Michelle looked at him proudly “Chris Evans” Tito laughed at that and shook his head “You’re crazy” He said and she grinned “Thanks, I’m trying” “So where’s my hot date tonight?” She asked and Tito looked at the phone “Coming in a few, he’s stuck in traffic. So we’ll just meet him downstairs” He said and she nodded before smiling “I’m really happy with him Tito, never been this happy before”She said and Tito couldn’t help but smile “Trust me, I haven’t seen him this happy either. The man adores you” He said and she blushed and looked down before her phone rang and saw it was Mat “Speaking of the devil. He’s probably downstairs” “Ugh, I’m gonna be third wheeling tonight” Tito said and Michelle shook her head “If anything I’m going to be third wheeling you guys” She said and Tito sighed “I already miss my girlfriend!” “Okay Romeo, she’ll be back tomorrow. You gotta deal with us!” She said and Tito looked at her “I’m expecting to be dead then” They made their way downstairs and Mat was waiting in the lobby and his eyes widen at Michelle “Oh my god, you’re stunning” “I’m stunning too Mat!” Tito said pretending to be dramatic and Mat narrowed his eyes playfully before he held out his arm and Michelle took it as they were walking towards the city “Hopefully we don’t get jumped by fans.” Tito said as they were rushing through the streets. Mat and Michelle were hand in hand before they made it near Times Square. They found the building and Tito whistled “Ladies and Gentlemen. Here we are!” Michelle didn’t really know who was hosting this party, it was some famous person that Mat and Tito knew. But, she was happy to spend time with her boyfriend and best friend. Tito and Mat had said their hellos to the host and they took pictures with her. Michelle was on the sidelines and was even taking pictures on her phone of them. Mat saw her and took her hand and pulled her towards him so she could join the pictures. She knew Marie would be having a word with her after this. Once the three of them had gotten inside, Mat had an arm around Michelle’s waist as all three of them were talking. Michelle asking Tito about stories of Mat when the two guys were younger. Tito giving all the stories despite Mat’s pleas. Michelle and Mat were looking outside and into the city. Tito smirked and he made sure to get a couple of good pictures of the couple from the back. Mat wrapping an arm around her waist until she had rested her head on his chest. The three were having a fun night with the food. Michelle found a chocolate fountain and had ran towards it. She somehow got Mat to eat something with the chocolate fountain and Mat pretended to look annoyed but he was happy with the sweet treat. Michelle also got Tito to eat something too and they were literally laughing when Michelle grabbed a couple of Strawberries on the way out. It was half an hour until midnight and the start of a new year and new decade. Michelle had grabbed Mat and Tito’s hands and led them through the crowd. There was a certain closed off space for the party. They could see the ball and Michelle was literally bouncing with excitement. Michelle turned to see that Mat and Tito were taking a picture and she grinned. She was happy that she was able to spend the day with Mat and Tito. Soon Michelle was taking pictures with Tito and Mat and all three were pulling funny faces before having nice ones. Mat taking pictures of Tito and Michelle and Tito taking pictures of Mat and Michelle. “The ball is gonna drop soon” Michelle said as she saw that Post Malone was finished with his performance and she saw the time. Mat was grinning “Anything you want for the new year?” “Many more adventures with you and in general. That you have an amazing season and we’ll last long” She said and Mat smiled at that before leaning down to kiss her “Same, I want those countless adventures with you too” “Ball is gonna drop” Tito said as he had an arm around Michelle’s shoulder and Mat having his arm around her waist. Both of Michelle’s arms around each guy as they were looking on, excited and all three of them screamed when the ball began to drop. They were counting down, it felt like it took forever. Mat turned her towards him and they were both smiling. “To a new year of adventures and happiness” Mat said and Michelle grinned before she leaned in and kissed him, he smiled and melted into the kiss and suddenly they heard the cheers and the screaming of the ball had finally dropped and they had entered the new year. Michelle and Mat broke the kiss and they were both smiling at each other as the confetti had covered the streets and both of them looked up and were smiling before they both turned and were hugging Tito. Tito grinning and hugging his friends back before all three of them watched everything happening around them. It was going to be quite a year for everyone.

#mathew barzal #mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #nhl #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey #hockey imagines

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rkmeiqi · 4 years

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[ NOTIFICATION ] VLIVE JUNE 5TH, 2020 @ 11:03PM

Surprise LIVE! AND*ROMA : 춤추자! lets dance! 💎💃

the live starts with a view of one of nova’s practice rooms. meiqi shows up on screen shortly afterwards, waving for the fans and smiling brightly despite the bags under her eyes that show her obvious exhaustion. “hello, everyone!”

she keeps waving as she waits for more people to arrive. the numbers slowly go up and more comments start to fill up the chat, before she finally starts talking. “it’s me, meiqi! this is the first time i’m talking to you guys through vapp, right?”

“where are the other members? i think they should be back at the dorms by now.” meiqi glances at the door that everyone disappeared through a while earlier. “i decided to stay back to talk to you guys and impress you with some dancing! i’ll wait a little longer though, so more of you can join.”

she answers random questions for a few minutes, things like what’s your favourite starbucks drink? (cotton candy frappuccino) and dogs or cats? (both). then, there’s a fan requesting drama recommendations, and meiqi can’t help but promote one of her best friends.

“have you guys watched revenge note 1? isn’t the actress for ho goohee so cool?” meiqi, herself, has been keeping up with the episodes as they come out, watching them before she falls asleep. “everyone, please support eclipse’s anna and watch the webdrama! i promise it’s good!”

meiqi leans in closer, squinting to read the comments. “are you and anna close? yes! me and yerim-ie went to school together and we still talk a lot.” as she speaks, meiqi unlocks her phone and scrolls through her photo album. finding a cute selfie of them, she turns the phone around to show it to the viewers. “this is from the time i went to visit her at a photoshoot for a chicken cf. security almost kicked me out because they thought i was a crazy fan!”

she shows a few other pictures of her and yeri, some from high school and others from the rare times they were able to meet up. she also shows pictures of the food truck she had sent yeri on set of her webdrama, and the selfies with gourmet ice cream that she had received in turn.

after rambling about how much she loves her friend (and probably boring most of the viewers), meiqi remembers what she had initially promised she would do and quickly stands. “right! i said i was gonna dance for you guys. why didn’t you remind me?! you guys just let me go on and on about yeri!”

her laughter rings out as she disappears off camera to plug her phone into the speakers. meiqi presses play and then runs backwards as the first few notes begin to filter through the practice room’s speakers. she takes a few steps back to make sure her entire body is in the frame, and then she’s doing the infamous point dance of up and down.

she’s seen some idols get shy after attempting the dance, but meiqi doesn’t falter once. she’s in her element with this song, this concept. she knows the dance considerably well for someone who hasn’t formally practiced it. that’s not to say meiqi wasn’t blasting it around the dorms for a good week, singing into her toothbrush and dancing in her bed.

she performs it up until the end of the first chorus, before approaching the camera once again with a proud grin. “what do you think?” she asks the viewers as she settles onto the floor again, tilting her head inquisitively. meiqi reads the comments as they come: as expected of meiqi! and jfkdjsjkdg QUEEN. she laughs loudly, basking in the compliments that come in every language. “ah, wait, what did you say? dance meiqi-ne? i like that!”

“are you an olympia? yes, i love luxe! i’ve been following them since they debuted!” meiqi clasps her hands in front of her chest dreamily as she thinks about her favourite group, and now her seniors in the industry. “they have really good music and i think they’re all so pretty! one time, i met ella—i think it was last year during the halloween party. we both dressed up as royalty and she approached me first! it was kind of embarrassing though because i was still technically a trainee and i kept stuttering… but she didn’t make fun of it even once. still, i hope she doesn’t remember that.”

meiqi presses a hand to her forehead, embarrassed that she’s shared one of her weak moments. she’s still smiling, though, giggling even, because she holds the memory dear.

she remembers that she’s doing a vlive and removes her hand so that the fans can get a proper look at her rosy cheeks, and so that she can keep reading the comments.

“what other groups do you like?” meiqi strokes her chin, pretending to think. “and*roma?” she chuckles at her own (poor) joke. truthfully, she doesn’t know if there are other groups that she’s really a fan of; she might like their music or know the members, but no one can compete with luxe. might as well promote herself—though it’s stupid, considering 99.9% of the people watching this live must be fans of the group already.

“show us more dance covers!!! wow, so you guys don’t wanna talk to me, huh?” she purses her lips to hide the teasing smile, but it doesn’t quite work when she reads the onslaught of incoming messages that protest and promise that they enjoy talking to her.

to appease the fans, she pushes herself off the floor and dusts off her shorts. meiqi reaches for her phone and presses shuffle on the playlist she had prepared beforehand. it’s filled with the latest songs that she’s learned and a few older tracks that she likes.

she starts with she’z. to anyone who knows her personally, it might come as a surprise because meiqi has never been a fan of the group. their concept was always too cute for her liking, but their recent releases were right up her alley. unfortunately, she only knows the chorus for dumhdurum, so she fast-forwards the song until then, and starts dancing.

dolls by k.arma is next, another group that meiqi likes. the sophisticated sexiness of the song caught her attention almost immediately upon release. to a lesser extent than luxe’s songs, meiqi has replayed it many times, and after only a handful of times watching the dance, she had picked up on most of it. so, she performs from the beginning until the end of the chorus just as she had done with up and down.

she lets the rest of the song play at a lower volume as she returns to read comments. compliments, compliments, compliments. god, she really loves this. “so cool~ do you know any convex songs? yeah! one sec!”

meiqi searches through her music library and clicks on boom boom. she doesn’t know the choreography as well as the other songs she’s performed, but she thinks she can make it work anyways. besides, she knows the point dance exceptionally well, so she exaggerates that part with a laugh.

she’s having fun. after practicing high heels all of last month, a part of meiqi dreaded being in the practice room. she just associates it with a bad time now, but being able to dance freely to songs she actually likes is oddly liberating. and maybe she just enjoys being praised by faceless strangers who love her.

“oh! there’s also this new group,” meiqi starts once she’s completed the chorus. she taps on gorilla, and raises her voice to be heard over the music. “do you guys know de:code? i went to meet them backstage during promotions because i’ve known seonho since…” meiqi counts on her fingers, but it’s useless. “i actually don’t know. but it’s been a long time! he’s like a little brother to me, so i was shocked when he debuted with such a cool concept!”

cupping her hands around her mouth, meiqi shouts out, “a.c., i’m your biggest fan!” before launching into the chorus’s choreography.

she’s been dancing so energetically for the past half an hour or so, that she’s finally broken a sweat. her breathing is irregular and heavy now, so she rushes to turn off the music. meiqi plops down in front of the camera, making an x with her arms. “no more dancing, guys! i’m so tired!”

catching her breath, she reads through more comments. “what about per_se? i’ll learn their dances properly and show you guys next time, okay? sorry everyone, and sorry to my seniors.” she presses her hands together and bows her head in an apology.

it’s getting late now, and meiqi really needs to return to the dorms. as much as she doesn’t want to leave, wants to continue talking to fans and dancing to her heart's content, she wasn’t lying about being tired.

“i think it’s time to go, everyone. no, don’t leave? what? you guys have to sleep too, you know! not just me!” she runs a hand through her hair, all oily from the sweat of a long day spent practicing. ugh, is it obvious to the fans that she really needs a shower? she sure hopes not.

“i promise we’ll see each other again soon,” she says earnestly. even if she doesn’t plan on going live again for a while (they’re far too busy right now), and*roma is preparing for a comeback. the fans may not know it, but she can assure them that it won’t be long until they’ll see her again.

“goodnight, everyone!” just like she’d started the live, meiqi ends it with a wave and a smile. the manager confirms that it’s over before meiqi falls back onto the floor, letting the day’s exhaustion take over her body. “that was fun,” she says aloud, not listening to whatever the manager responds with. probably something about getting ready to go back to the dorms, or maybe scolding her for talking so much (has it really been over an hour since she went live?).

she hadn’t noticed so much time had passed, a stark difference to recent practices where all meiqi did was count down the hours, minutes, and seconds until they could leave.

it’s true, what they say. fans really do give you motivation.

#sol;#a✰r;june20 #italics are meiqi reading comments!!!#a✰r #tagging bc mentioned #rkyeri #rkella #rkseonho #wc: 1728 #this is sooooo long frick

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pandawritespoorly · 5 years

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With Time: Chapter 1 - First Week Back

Author’s Note: Okay, so this is the first fanfic I've ever written. Somethings might be a little weird/off, and if so, please let me know! I'll do my best to explain it or smooth it out.

Fic Summary: Marinette returns from summer vacation to find that Lila is still in her class. Even worse, she finally made good on her threat to turn Marinette's friends against her. With Marinette still reeling from her sudden loss of friends - and trying to figure out where she went wrong - transferring schools seems like the only option, so that's what she does. Doing her best to hide her bruises - both emotional and physical - she adjusts to her new school life. A (mostly) friendly and eclectic group of kids allow her into their group, but she's can't bring herself to call them friends, not when she is certain she doesn't deserve any. Featuring a Marinette who blames herself for far too much, a very worried Adrien, and some very nice and very protective quantic kids (+ Felix).

Chapter Summary: Marinette returns to school after the summer to find that her expectations and assumptions were entirely wrong.

Marinette was worried about the new school year. Last year had ended ...poorly, to say the least. Lila had tried to make good on her threat, but hadn’t succeeded completely. So while her friends were distant now, they were still her friends.

That said, they hadn’t spoken in a while. After another heated disagreement , Alya and Marinette had agreed to spend some time apart. Take some time to cool off, and hopefully have the other see sense.

It wasn’t like the whole Lila situation was all bad. She and Adrien were much closer, and she was actually friends with him, rather than so obsessed. Being the only two who knew Lila was lying forced them to stay together, for the sake of their sanity. Adrien had tried to talk to Alya and Nino, but they hadn’t listened, telling him that he'd “been spending too much time with Marinette”. Hearing about that had certainly hurt, but at least he’d tried.

He stuck with her, as he said he would. A few weeks after her return, Lila had tried to make some snide comments about Marinette, Adrien had shut that down immediately. Doing so prompted some of her classmates to spend some time with her, and they’d had a fun day. Despite Adrien’s interference, Lila had still cornered Marinette often to insult her when no one else could hear, and while the comments stung, Chloe had made her used to this sort of verbal abuse.

Still, Marinette missed Alya. Knowing her and the rest of her old classmates like she did, she knew they would see the truth eventually. They were good people and knew her well. Given all the time they’d been apart, they probably missed her. It would be good to see them all again. Due to this, Marinette was determined to be (cautiously) optimistic about the new school year. This was a mistake.

Marinette lasted one week in her old school when she came back after the summer. One week before she transferred schools.

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Monday

Marinette had only just arrived in Ms. Bustier’s class and sat down next to Adrien when Lila walked in. This prompted the classroom to break into excited babble as everyone (with the exception of Adrien and Marinette) greeted her. Not one to break tradition, Lila immediately claimed that she was responsible for keeping the class together.

Marinette scoffed internally. Françoise Dupont kept most people in the same class. While some switches weren’t uncommon, in all likelihood you would stay with the same group for years. This was common knowledge, but her friends ate it up, showering Lila in praise and thanks.

Tuesday

Marinette was surprised that Lila didn’t speak to her at all on Monday. So when Lila approached her just before lunch she wasn’t entirely surprised.

“Marinette, I was surprised to see you back at school. I honestly thought you’d get the message - you’re not wanted here.”

“Back off Lila, I’m not scared of you. Your little threat in the bathroom never came true, and do you know why? Because my friends won’t abandon me for some girl with fancy stories!” Marinette wouldn’t get shaken up by this liar this time! She knew her friends had her back.

“Oh that’s so cute, you think they care about you. I know what I’m doing, but you’re smart, so I’ll give you a final chance to join me, otherwise your ‘friends’ will regret ever even seeing you.”

“I’ll only ever ‘join you’ when you stop lying, Lila.”

Lila smirked, “Have it your way then. Ciao, Marinette!”

Ugh, that brat. She really got on Marinette’s nerves. At least now she knew that Lila’s threat was nonsense. Marinette’s friends wouldn’t abandon her, she was a good friend.

Lila was gone for the rest of the day.

Wednesday

Lila is absent Wednesday too. People start to worry about her, considering all her ‘disabilities’ and such. Marinette and Adrien appreciate the break, and without Lie-la hovering around 24/7, Marinette gets to spend time with Alya. Turns out they both missed each other, and though Alya is still sort of distant, it’s nice to be back together again.

Thursday

Marinette is late for her first class, and with Adrien being gone all day for a photoshoot, obtaining notes will be a bit harder. Rushing into class, she doesn’t notice the glares directed at her, how Alya is seething in her seat, or that Lila has returned. Then, after class before she can leave, Alya corners her.

“Marinette! What is wrong with you?” Alya is furious and Marinette is confused. Just yesterday, they’d been planning times to hang out after school and now this? The whole class was around, they stared, some glared. Everyone seemed to understand except for Marinette. Had she done something wrong? Was there a misunderstanding? If she could just get a chance to sort this out…

“A-Alya, I-” She’s stammering. She can feel they eyes of the rest of everyone else on her, hard and judging.

Nino speaks up, “We knew you were jealous of Lila, but attacking her? Seriously uncool dude.”

“I-” Attacking her? What? Then, for the first time that day, Marinette spotted her. Lila, still in her seat by the chair, with Rose and Juleka comforting her, was covered in scratches and bruises. They all thought she’d done that to Lila?

“Save it Marinette! She told us everything. How you threatened her in the bathroom on her first day back last year, how you threatened her again on Tuesday. She didn’t even feel safe coming back to school because you’ve been bullying her all summer! Looking at her now, I can certainly see why!” Alya was not about to let this go.

Marinette was too stressed to properly process that whole chunk of information, but she’d gotten one part she could disprove. Maybe that would be enough to make it all fall apart?

“B-bullying? I-I didn’t even s-s-see her all su-” That was as far as she got before Alya cuts her off again.

“Don’t play dumb, she showed us the messages. I can’t believe I ever called someone so cruel my best friend.”

Once again, Marinette has no idea what she’s talking about. She glances back at Lila, wondering how she pulled this off. The girl in question visibly winces under her stare, prompting Rose, Rose, to glare at Marinette. They all were. They hated her. Somewhere, somehow, she’d messed up, and now, she’d lost them all. She was having trouble breathing. She had to get out, but as she moves to the door, Alya grabs her wrist.

“Oh no you don’t. You do not get to just run away . After all you’ve done?”

“Like, seriously dude? Teaming up with Adrien’s dad to spend more time with him? You know my bro barely gets enough freedom as it is.”

Marinette is stuck there, held in place by Alya’s hand on her wrist, stuck halfway between her desk at the back and the classroom door in the front. More voices are joining in. She doesn’t hear all of it, but she definitely hears enough. It’s everyone now, not just Alya and Nino.

“Can’t believe you would do that….”

“How hard is it to be a good person?...”

“I’m disgusted that I ever considered you a friend….”

“Bullying? I knew you were crazy, but that was too far. ...”

“Why are we even surprised? We know how obsessive she got over Adrien...”

“Why was she our class president again? Even Chloe would have been better…”

“Poor Lila…”

More and more, the comments never stopped. She couldn’t breathe properly, she couldn’t see straight. She might have been crying but she wasn’t sure. All she could do was stand there and take it as they yelled at her, too many of them echoing some of her own doubts about herself. How long would this go on? How long had it already gone on? She was both grateful Adrien wasn’t here, and wishing for him desperately.

The door to the classroom slammed open. Someone new was talking. A distraction. While everyone was looking at the newcomer, Marinette took her opportunity. Twisting her wrist, hard, she freed herself from Alya’s grip, and spun around. She tripped, landing on that same wrist, but losing no momentum, falling down the stairs until she arrived at the bottom. Picking herself up, she rushed out of there and ended up in the bathroom. The newcomer followed.

She was hiding in a stall when she heard them come in. Both of them. There were two sets of footsteps.

“Dupain-Cheng? I know you’re in here.”

Chloe? Now? Nononononononono. Marinette couldn’t deal with her right now. Weren’t ladybugs supposed to be lucky? A barely audible choked sob echoed in the bathroom. Marinette didn’t know what to do.

The footsteps approached her stall, and pushed it open gently. She hadn’t even locked it, what a moron.

“Marinette?” Sabrina now. “You need to calm down…” she trailed off, but even in the midst of this, Marinette knew what she meant. She was at risk of being akumatized. Paris was doomed if she was under Hawkmoth’s control. She didn’t want that, but she wasn’t able to focus on anything to keep herself from feeling negative emotions. What was she supposed to do? If she couldn’t stop herself from being akumatized, Hawkmoth would win. Chat Noir could get badly hurt, and might even blame himself, her parents would be disappointed, Fu would be disappointed, Tikki would be disappointed. Everyone would be disappointed. She was a disappointment. Lila was right, she couldn’t even be a proper friend, how was she supposed to be a proper hero? All because she couldn’t defend herself from some liar, everything would go wrong. Everything had already gone wrong. This was all her fault.

Her mind was buzzing, repeating everything over and over, this was all her fault. Her breathing got worse, her vision blurred as more tears came to her eyes. Chloe moved forward.

“It’s alright Sabrina, I can handle this. You go back to class.” Sabrina hesitated at Chloe’s order, but nodded and left the room. Chloe turned to Marinette, she spoke, but Marinette couldn’t make out the words. Everything was muffled, and a sort of numbing sense of ‘it can’t get worse than this’ spread over her.

The rest of the day from there is a blur.

An arm around her shoulder, leading her out of the bathroom, out of the school, onto the street, and into the bakery. A muffled, short conversation. A different arm, leading her upstairs into her house.

Being led to the counter, where something cold was put on her wrist. Comments were mumbled at her. Blood was wiped off her knees, and a scratch on her face was tended to. There was little else that could be done, something was wrapped around her wrist and she was led to her room.

A high-pitched voice prompted her to change into pj’s and some part of her that could still consider wants told her to sit outside. She stayed there for hours, until she felt herself start to droop with exhaustion, and was ushered to bed.

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Adrien hated all-day photoshoots for many reasons, but high on that list was missing things. Though, at least with it being only the first week of school, he couldn’t miss much.

At least, that’s what he had thought that morning. Now, having finally gotten back to his house that night, he checked his phone and saw a lot of messages. Several from Nino, a few from Alya, a couple from Lila, one from Sabrina, and many from Chloe, but none from Marinette. None of the messages said exactly what had happened, but he got the idea. Something had happened, and nothing good. The texts from Nino, Alya, and Lila, were supportive and comforting for some reason, and the texts from Chloe were angry. Sabrina was just telling him Chloe wanted him to talk to her immediately on Friday.

Reading through the messages from Chloe, all he got was that something had happened to Marinette, and she had gone home early. Yesterday things had been going so well. Adrien was worried, what had happened? Maybe she had just gotten sick?

Adrien couldn’t go out tonight to check on her, no matter how much he wanted to, but Chat Noir could.

As he made his way over rooftops to check on his best friend he tried to convince himself that he was overreacting, Marinette was fine, just a little sick. He smiled when he spotted her sitting out on her balcony, she was just-

Oh no.

From a considerable distance, sure, she was fine, but any closer and she was not okay. Her right wrist was in a brace, and there were large bandages on both her knees. Large bruises spotted her arms and legs, and a small cut on her cheek outlined the nearby bruise on her face.

The closer he got the worse she looked, but the worst part were her eyes. Her eyes, which were typically big, and bright, were dull and unfocused. She stared out at nothing and didn’t react at all when he landed in front of her. His usually fashionable classmate was wearing mis-matched pajamas, and her hair had devolved into messy and loose pigtails. There was an untouched plate of food on her table with a glass of water to match it.

“...Marinette?” No response. She didn’t even blink. What had happened at school today?

He stood for a few moments, unsure of what to do. Part of him wanted to keep watch for akumas, but another part reasoned that if Marinette was to be akumatized, it would have been earlier. Not ...now, while she was so concerningly numb. Another part wanted answers, to rush to his classmates’ house and interrogate them. Yet another just wanted to watch Marinette, silently keeping his princess company, maybe that would prompt her to speak.

The latter was the option he ended up going with. Leaning against the side of her balcony, he watched her, while occasionally glancing around for akumas, or even Ladybug. He noticed when, after some time of them sitting in silence, her eyelids started to flutter, her breathing slowed, her already limp body drooped further. Of course. She’d had a long day, she was tired. It was probably impressive she was even still awake.

He stood, and approached her slowly. Mumbling nothing in particular to her about how she needed to rest, he gingerly scooped her up, careful of her injuries, and slipped into her room. Placing her carefully in her bed, he slipped out and went back to his own house.

He didn’t sleep well.

Friday

Marinette wakes up on Friday feeling off, it took a moment for everything that happened yesterday to catch up with her. Not long after that, the feelings came rushing back in too, feeling like a punch to the gut. Tears came to her eyes, and she gasped quietly. Tikki floated up to her face.

“Marinette? How are you feeling?”

How was she feeling? Bad, definitely. Scared? She wasn’t in any danger, but some part of her refused to drop her guard. Upset, hurt, sad… she was feeling a lot. Yesterday had been… what had she done wrong? Her friends had just abandoned her- no, it was worse, they believed she had been capable of hurting Lila, bullying and attacking her. Hadn’t they called her their ‘everyday Ladybug’? Did they think Ladybug was horrible too? If they thought both sides of her were horrible, did that make her twice as bad? Did-

“Marinette! Hey, it’s okay. Can you focus on me?” Tikki was in front of her face, patient and calm, even amidst her clear worry.

“I-I f-f-feel-” Those two stuttering words were as far as she got before she shook her head and put her hands over her face. Tikki sits with her, comforting her holder the best she could.

When Marinette went downstairs, her parents told her not to worry about going to school, they pulled her out the day before. They were worried and curious about exactly what happened, but didn’t press her for details, which was good because Marinette wasn’t exactly sure what the details are. They said that they’d start the search for a new school later that day or the next, and that later they’d take her to a doctor, but for now she could rest. They gave her a new phone, her old one needed to be replaced anyways.

She went back to her room, shoving her old phone in the back of an empty drawer. Tikki suggested cleaning, and Marinette nodded, putting her hair in a messy bun, and changing into more comfortable clothes that make her feel …safer, somehow. She missed Tikki’s sad smile at her choice.

Wrapping herself in a blue blanket, she went to work clearing her desk, the walls, bulletin boards, everything. Photos, mostly, but also little trinkets, mementos from years of friendship. She worked in silence mostly, smiling softly at Tikki as thanks for the Kwami’s assistance.

After a few hours, there is a soft knock at her trapdoor and Adrien poked his head in.

“Hey Marinette, how are you feeling?” He entered her room completely, giving her space, which is good, because that one part of her was still on guard, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I… don’t know” She still hadn’t figured that out, but he seemed to understand. He looked at her bruised body and sprained wrist in concern.

“Mari… I get if you don’t want to talk about it, but what happened yesterday? Everyone at school seems to think I’m a victim, and Chloe says she only heard yelling before she intervened.” he paused, gesturing at her, “What happened? What led to this? ”

Marinette was quiet, then, “I tripped.”

He gave her a look, then sighed, “You can’t expect me to believe that.”

“I did.” It was true. No one had hurt her, she had tripped down the steps, not because anyone pushed her, but because she’d spun too fast. It was her own fault. Her own stupid fault.

He was silent for a moment, then, “Chloe says she thinks Alya tripped you. Or pushed you.”

“No! No, Alya wouldn’t do something like that! We’re- She- I-” Marinette’s reaction was immediate, but she slowed, stumbling over her words as she realized she didn’t know what to say in Alya’s defense. “She- she’s a good person. She w-wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t.”

Adrien looked doubtful, but left it alone. They talked for awhile longer then his phone beeped, he glanced at it and sighed.

“I’m sorry, Mari. I wish I could stay longer, but Father… “ He trailed off, but Marinette understood, he had to go.

The two said their goodbyes, and Marinette looked back at the pile of memories. She didn’t feel up to sorting through it then. Grabbing a trash bag, she stuffed everything in there, putting the now half-full bag inside of the case she used to keep the presents for Adrien in. She had gotten rid of most of them when she gotten less ... obsessed with him.

The rest of her day was fairly uneventful, the doctor’s visit went well, as did the search for potential new schools. She had to wear make-up to patrol, in order to cover up the bruise on her cheek, but that was fine. Chat Noir noticed she seemed off, but all she said was that she was transferring schools.

She missed his concerned look as she swung home. She had schools to research.

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To Cry

Chapter 10: The Next Day

Summary : What Plagg has to deal with and Marinette actually slept well.

To start at the beginning, Chapter 1 is on AO3 here

For Adrien, he woke up a few hours after going to bed, after Plagg refused to talk to him about the situation with Marinette or Ladybug late last night. Having grown used to only about four hours of sleep each night, he was rested for the day, for the most part.

To Plagg’s irritation, Adrien brought up the topic about Marinette again when he woke up his kwami as he got ready for the day.

“Plagg, I’ve thought about it and now that I know that Marinette likes me, I really should apologize to her so we can be friends again.” Adrien announced with a grin.

To which the very irritated kwami answered snarkily, “she ‘liked’ you like that Kid. Didn’t you hear that she’s working on doing what you want her to do and just be your friend? It can’t be the same anymore. Fu, you need to grow up and for Miraculous sake listen to the snake, he wasn’t lying. Give the girl some space!”

“Plagg, I don’t want to ignore Marinette!” Adrien pouted, “I’ve done enough of that already! I want to apologize for hurting her, I didn’t know that I hurt her like that. If I apologize then maybe we can move on and be friends again.”

“Humpf.” Plagg grunted. “If you had been listening, really listening, you’d know that you’re being selfish about this, for camembert’s sake just let the girl move on!”

“I just wish I didn’t have this photoshoot all day,” Adrien said distractedly as he took out some cheese and tossed it to Plagg, ignoring what he had said since he would usually only be complaining about his cheese by now anyway. “Then I could go and see her or… or at least I could give her a call.” Adrien suggested randomly before he went into his closet to find his clothes for the day.

“Don’t bother, your battery will be dead.” Plagg muttered, “I’ll open so many apps and games that you won’t be able to bother her or… or Tikki.” The kwami looked really irritated about all of this, then sad all of a sudden. It wasn’t easy to have a chosen so focused that he was blind to what was under his own nose after all.

“What was that Plagg?” Adrien asked as he came out of his closet with his clothes. “I mean, do you really think that it’s too early to call Marinette?”

“Ugh Kid!” Plagg groaned in frustration, “just let the girl go.” Then he saw the look on Adrien’s face as he pouted like a kicked kitten and gave his kwami kitten eyes. Plagg rolled his eyes at that as he said, “alright, alright, fine. Give her say, a week, if she doesn’t start acting less crazy, then talk to her,” he waved his paw dramatically at Adrien, “only if you absolutely must! Remember, I’m the embodiment of destruction and bad luck and it means something when even I think that talking to her about her old feelings about you is a bad idea.”

“Sheesh Plagg, you make it sound like I’m easy to get over or something.” Adrien joked as he went to get dressed in his bathroom. “If she really loved me, how could she let me go so easily?” His voice echoed through the now closed door.

Plagg rolled his eyes again as he mumbled sarcastically, “with great difficulty and a lot of heartache obviously, especially since it’s what YOU want. It’s obvious that’s what she’ll do, FOR YOU.” Then Plagg sighed, “oh Tikki, why me?”

Adrien came out of his bathroom, “what did you say?”

Plagg looked at him seriously, knowing how scatterbrained the boy was when he woke up. Then he sighed and went against all of his natural instincts as he told his chosen frankly, “Adrien, not everyone shows love the same way. You love Ladybug and won’t let her go. I love Camembert and I’m never giving it up either, unless someone miraculously invents a more fragrant cheese.” Then after he sighed dreamily, Plagg shook his head and he folded his arm stubs as he went on, “Tikki, on the other hand, loves cookies but she’ll try other foods because it makes her remember how much she loves cookies. My Sugarcube is sweet like that.” Plagg looked off to the side bashfully for a moment. “I know better.”

“Alright, well, what should I do about my girl problems then?”

Plagg groaned, “look I’m no expert, but Pigtails seems to want to do what her ‘crush’ seems to want her to do, and that’s to let him go. Even if it hurts her.”

Adrien only huffed as he tried to tame his hair, not picking up that Plagg was talking about both of the Pigtailed girls in the boy’s life, who just so happened to be the same girl.

Plagg thought about the irony, how their fights with akuma resulted with Adrien sacrificing himself for Ladybug relatively often and how now Tikki’s charge was trying to do the same for Adrien, only with her heart. He rolled his eyes as he told Adrien, “you know, it’s pretty self-sacrificing thing to do and really ironic that way too.”

“I don’t see what you’re talking about.” Adrien commented, “Tikki. Where have I heard that before? Wait, that’s Ladybug’s kwami right?” Adrien asked, distracted once again, “wait a minute, you mean that kwami can eat other foods beside their favorite’s and you make me carry around that stinky cheese all day?!”

“Focus kid, I don’t judge you for liking girls, when cheese is far better, bar none.”

Adrien shook his head and went to brush his teeth, “Plagg, you don’t know what you’re missing. Look, I tell you what, I’ll give Marinette a few more days and if she doesn’t come back, well, I’ll go to her. I don’t want to lose her friendship.”

“Why me?” Plagg groaned as he turned to the wall and told it, “you’d probably agree with me by now.”

“What was that?” Adrien called again from the bathroom.

“Nothing!” Plagg rolled his eyes before he went to find more Camembert for breakfast. He really didn’t want to deal with Adrien’s attitude on top of an empty stomach later in the day after all.

“Maybe I can eat enough to put myself into a good Cheese coma and all of this drama will be done.” Plagg shook his head as he found another wheel of his favorite meal and ate it whole, hoping that Adrien wouldn’t see him gorge himself again, he really didn’t want to have to deal with the boy’s attitude and self-righteous judgement.

“Plagg!”

Whoops, Plagg thought, guess Tikki’s good luck isn’t on my side today.

…

Since it was also a day off from school, Marinette had been allowed to sleep in, at least until her Maman decided to wake her up for brunch around 10:00AM.

“Wake up Marinette dear!” Sabine called to her daughter, “it’s almost time for brunch!”

Marinette yawned and stretched as she felt better than she had in weeks, like the weight of her heartbreak had diminished somewhat. She rubbed her eyes and realized though that she felt gross still since she desperately needed a shower and her eyes were raw from crying so much.

She tried to call out to her mother, but she discovered that her voice was rough today too, “I-I’m getting up Maman!”

Hearing Marinette’s odd tone of voice, Sabine knocked on Marinette’s trapdoor and peeked inside, only to see Marinette coming down her stairs with red eyes and dried tear streaks down her cheeks. “Oh my! Are you alright dear? Let me take brunch off the stove and we can talk sweetheart.”

Marinette walked over, bent down and hugged her Mother. “Don’t worry Maman, I’m okay. Better than I’ve been in a while actually,” she added sheepishly, “I just finally had a really good and long overdue cry last night.”

Marinette then glanced up at her still mostly bare walls that had once boasted far too many pictures of Adrien Agreste. “I think today will be a good day to start putting up those new fashion designs and photos that I’ve found. I’ll be fine now, really Maman, I’m sure of it..”

Her mother patted her back, understanding that her daughter had finally started to move on from a certain blond. “If you say so dear, but please remember that I’m here for you too. I’ll work on brunch then while you go and get cleaned up Sweetheart.”

Marinette nodded and twenty minutes later, a freshly showered Marinette was wearing clothes that were ideal for relaxing around the house came down to eat. Her hair was down to let it dry and she was wearing an old pair of yoga pants, fuzzy socks and an early prototype for a Jagged Stone t-shirt design that she had made and had rejected for something more rock n’ roll. While Jagged had liked it, he was thrilled with the final design, which would be getting released for his next tour of Europe at all of his concerts, initially after all. She’d be making a tidy sum off of that.

Small accomplishments like that had helped Marinette get through her days at least partially of late, no matter how much her friends pulled away from her, or how much I pulled away from them. She internally chided. I know that I’m a talented and amazing girl, not matter how much a boy feels about me.

Besides, I’m still Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I’m not going to think about that today. Marinette told herself with a confidence that she had begun to fear that she had lost.

There was a knock at their door, “I’ll get it!” Marinette offered as she went to answer it.

“Luka!” She exclaimed when she saw their visitor.

Luka smiled at her genuinely as he took in what she was wearing and the small grin that she was now sporting too. Unable to help himself, he looked off to the side and blushed slightly. “You look really nice today,” then he looked back at her and smirked slightly and teased, “Ma-Ma-Marinette.”

“Oh this? Uh, thanks. I made the shirt myself.” Marinette grinned at him and then turned to call back to her parents, “Maman can Luka join us?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Luka tried to get out of it, but Marinette wouldn’t allow it.

“I won’t take no for an answer Luka, unless you’re busy. So uh, are you busy today?” Marinette asked him as her mother called back to them that they were already setting up a place for him at the table. “I don’t want to mess up your plans.”

Luka shook his head, “I was just going to practice at home today, until this evening that is.” Then he smiled wider as he shared, “I’ve got another gig tryout at 4:00pm.”

“Really? Congratulations! I always knew that you’d hit it big.”

Luka chuckled, “it’s just as a backup for a small local band on the weekends, but thanks.” He sighed and gazed at her before admitting. “Still, I wanted to stop by to check on you.” Then he leaned closer to her and whispered hesitantly, “and I thought you mentioned something about needing to return a certain something?”

Marinette grinned and nodded, “well, that can wait until after we eat. You wouldn’t want to disappoint my parents now, would you?”

Luka shook his head and answered, “heaven forbid, besides who could say no to your families’ cooking?”

Marinette nodded at him and took his hand, pulling him inside with the door just missing his guitar as it closed behind them. Marinette quickly turned towards Luka and admitted shyly, “I just want to put this out there, I apologize for whatever they are about to say or do to embarrass me.”

Luka chuckled softly, “that just means that they care about you.”

“Well, sometimes I wish that they didn’t care so much.” Marinette rolled her eyes and then shrugged, “still, you’ve been warned. Want to put your guitar in my room for now?”

Luka nodded, “sure.”

…

After brunch and far too many intrusive questions for Luka, not that he minded, it was as if he had passed some course in pleasing a girl’s parents and her parents seemed to really like him now. It was almost like Luka could do no wrong, although he would probably disagree with you on that.

Tom and Sabine finally decided that they would do the dishes together so that Luka could play a song for Marinette that he had mentioned having finished over brunch.

The two teenagers were also warned no funny business while they were alone in her room.

Luka responded well to that too as he told Tom, “Sir, I would never disrespect Marinette that way. I care about her and right now, unfortunately well, we only have a respectful and friendly relationship.”

The ‘for now’ part of that was left unsaid, as Marinette looked away and blushed nervously, but Tom nodded approvingly as Sabine invited Luka back for their next scheduled family brunch the next weekend. Apparently, it was a tradition.

Luka glanced at Marinette’s face and could see how uncomfortable she seemed to be at her parent’s matchmaking overtures. “Maybe another time.” Luka told her parents. “Marinette can tell me what works best for her.”

“How sweet of you dear.” Sabine observed. “I’ll remind her another time.”

Luka nodded and smiled, “I’d like that.”

Tom grinned with approval again, “well, our door is always open and you’re welcome to join us for a meal whenever you’re available.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Luka told him earnestly, “I’d like to go play that song for Marinette now.”

“Go right ahead Dear.” Sabine told Luka as Marinette led him to her room and closed the trapdoor behind them.

Luka picked up his guitar and settled himself on her chaise, leaving just enough room for her to sit at the foot of it beside him.

“So, uh, how are you feeling?” Luka asked almost hesitantly as he gazed at her from the side as he tuned his guitar without having to look at it.

“Better now, thank you.” Marinette told him. “Still a little, well, sad, but I think that I can put things in perspective now.” She swallowed before adding, “it’s like the weight I’ve been carrying has lightened a little bit.”

Luka gave her a small smile as he replied, “I’m happy for you then, Ma-Ma-Marinette.”

Marinette giggled at that softly, blushing as she looked away from him.

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