#and OH BOY I HAD A WHOLE ASS BREAKDOWN WHEN THE BUILDING EXPLODED.

[cat-and-books]

"Dude, I'm off the clock."

"I don't have anyone else to call..."

I headcanon Nate took care of them and brought them home a lot while he worked security.

So.

Holy fuck.

Freddy's voice when he called Nate genuinely broke my heart?? My boy did not deserve that TRAUMA

Damn.

[tellywoodtrash]

khkt 07 - 09.08.19 lbs

on popular demand................

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07.08.19

i hate the title track of the show with lyrics. it's the singer's neha kakkar-esque voice i think. i only like the piano theme.

sona is too pure. no one in this show deserves her, honestly.

but whew, the way he's looking at her.

ravi bhaiyya is this show's khanna. instantly on bhaabi's side.

cuteass fucks.

the only valid sippys. protecc them.

lmao sona's house is soooooooooooooo extra.

"baarish baahar ho rahi hai, mor ghar mein naach rahein hain!"

lmaoooooooooooooooo. sach mein, yeh ghar hai, ya goliyon ki raasleela - ram leela ki set?????

hahahaha omg the lil headshake. i can't.

hohohohoho, symbolic removal of ghadi.

unfffffffffffff.

aaaaaaaah that little reassuring blink he gives her!!!!!!!!!

so soft.

ouff, he's soooooo moofat, no cushioning words, no sugarcoating.

thank god he had the grace to apologize seeing her face change.

"dost toh aaj bhi nahi hai." oh. my heart. this is whyyyyy i want their relationship to have a solid foundation of friendship firsttttttttttt.

sniff. sob. my heart.

WHAT DID KARAN DOOOOOOOOO? DID HE TAKE HER CAR AND CHADAOFY IT OVER WHOEVER? DID HE MAKE HER DO IT SOMEHOW? WHAT HAPPENEDDDDDDDDDD??!?!? TELL US ALREADYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!???

"karan tumhare life mein abhi toh hai nahi; toh itna kyun affect karta hai tumhe?" says the guy who hasn't stopped dialing his ex's number for the last 4 years, and had a full-on weeping breakdown about her like, 3 hours ago.

aaaaaaaand he's sliding into the next one.

oh boo. oh baby. oh child.

raimaaaaaaaaa. iss show ki madaraati hui zinda (??) bhoot, jiske saamne aane tak koi sukoon nahi.

ugh my heartttttttttttttt. he's so saddddddd. someone hugggg himmmm.

“kabhi wapas aane waali nahi” coz .......... she's dead? in a vegetative state? or just coz she got PR in amreeeka/canayda/austwayyylia and is never coming back to the motherland again coz "eeeeee, yeh kahan aaye hummmmm, how tackyyyyyyyyy"????

aise kaunse heere-jawharaat jade hue the raima mein, hein? ke iske baad hooooooo hi nahi sakta?

sighhhhhhh.

lmao mummy ko bas bahaana chahiye to push her ship together.

hahahahahahahahahahahha she’s worried kpk (sounds more like the plot of diya aur baati hum + roja?) waala scene na ho jaaye rohit ke saath.

vimmi is as usual, my absolute favt. person on this show.

this team-up is the most iconic and amazing ever. i love them both soooooooooo much.

"samajhdaar toh main zyaada hoon nahi." self aware. good.

sfdslksfjdslkfjlsdlfjdslffdj fanfic tropeeeeeee.

hahahahahaha his petty ass. rohit, you very well know you didn't deserve her graciousness then.

spoiltasssssssss malabar hill bratttttt.

bowwwww chicka bow wowwwwwwwww

the way he’s still looking at her even after she’s broken the moment!!!!!!!

tacky ke bacche, teri toh main.....

lol i can't get over it that she has her show's theme as her ringtone.

mummy is calling to ensure her child doesn't ruin the fanfic she's already 3 chapters deep into, in her head...

lololololol malabar hill mein bhi light gayi.

asdlkjdlaskjdlasjk too cuteeeeeeee.

ugh this twit. isko dekhte hi mera saara mood kharaab ho jaata hai.

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08.08.19

lmao wtf rohittttttttt, why are you such an extraaaaaaaaaa freak????

asalkdjsalkdjalkdjals itni jaldi baandh bhi diyaaaaa.

pffffffffffffffffffft.

like, there *is* a grownass dude living in this house, why not give his clothes?????

aslkfjsdlkfjldskfjlsdkjf the jhadoo. lmaoooooo, i can’t with this idiot anymore.

LOL THIS GRUMPYASS FUCK.

pls sona, i'm sure SOMETHING of pulkit's could have fit him!!!!

lmao @ pari bitching about her unicorn slippers, and rohit explaining his weird immune system issues to her.

[doorbell rings]

"main toilet mein nahi chupunga, main keh raha hoon!!!!!!!" hahahahahahahaha

aslkjdsalkdjlaskjdlaskjdlaskj

suman should play desi narcissa malfoy. permanent expression of dung under her nose.

and this dheent fucker tohhhh....

oufffffff no fighting early morning, pls!

i don't get this dad's character.... like he's all happy jolly nice and sweet with everyone, except rohit. it’s plausible of course, but like the polarity is just a little too much.

just seeing this woman's face makes me wanna..........

haaaye their silent communication.

if you come for the Sass King™, you best not miss.

oh ho apology.

when you gonna apologize to sona for shaking her like a ragdoll tho????

suman i need you to pls die at pehli fursat, you're really really really annoying.

sippy breakfast excitement. honestly, waaaay too much enthu in the morning.

lol gaye vimmi ke chances of seeing mahaepisode on large screen.

pari is being a little snitch bitch. ugh i really cannot with these two Asshole Rastogis.

lmao idhar toh ghanghorrrrrrrrrr blackmailing.

ouff ok i do not care about this painting nonsense. fwding.

i do not care about this dude and his wife either. i don't even know the wife's name, that's how less i care.

OMG ANIKA AUR REDUX GAURI KA KURTA GHOOM PHIR KE IDHAR SONAKSHI KE PAAS AA GAYA.

jesus h christ, is shirali styling this show?!?!?!?!?!??!? OH GOD WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WARNNNNN ME????? HOW COULD YOU PPL LET ME FIND OUT LIKE THIS??????

oh shit, now that i think of it, Irrelevant Sippy Brother™’s wardrobe is almost the same as shivaay’s..... all those atrangi suits. shit, i should have known!

oh shiiiiiiiiit girl, you in LOVE love.

ugh don't care about pari and ISB. they give me michmichi.

aye chup bait bey, literally no one is interested in your dumb character or what you have to say. ever.

lol sumit ko KPK mein netflix style prestige tv material chahiye.

dr. sippy has wormed his way into sona's head, and she's questioning the drama of it all.

oh shit that shady neta is calling.

ugh it's an infestation of vile men around this poor girl. i feel like arming her with a can of bug spray to blast them all in their rotten faces.

your wish is granted, sona!

MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE SIPPY BOYS!

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09.08.19

lmao the voiceover during the vamp's scene. i'm really loving the behind the scenes look at how these shows are made.

hahaha chachu got distracted by the cooking scene. saare ke saare sippys ek hi khet ki mooli.

rohit is like chachu pls, it's not worth it, these ppl realllllly DO NOT care about accuracy, but akash just can't take it.

"is baar MUJHE koi problem nahi hai." snort. medical scene hota toh abhi idhar bakheda khada kiya hota.

rohit, pls know this is the exact emotion others experience when YOU start going on about medicine.

lmao nethra is 1000% done with the sippys.

ajit helpfully listing everyone's professions, in case KPK needs any consultants.

ohhhhhhhhhhh mama, i cannot wait till the sippys get to sumit.

also look at the telepathy going on here.

chachu still ranting about how phitkari will not make cooker explode as he's dragged away by sippy bros ("arre gal gayi aapki dal, yaar....")

the only time i'll support ISB is when he's up against this asshole.

"yeh ranveer singh kaun hai???" lol kuch zyaada nahi hua?

so far chachu has been most impressive with the intimidation.

BUT!!!!!!!!! A NEW PLAYER HAS ENTERED GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"bula; security bula. police bula. aur agar himmat hai, toh army bula."

sumit gets points for trying to be intimidating, but oh man i can feel the tension building. aaj toh phitkari se bhi vispot ho hi jaaye.

i just cannot fathom what its like to have THIS much arrogance and entitlement. must be soooooooo nice to be an upper caste cishet man with money.

....................... sumit. serial mein kaam karte ho aur yeh baaaaaaaaasic sa serial wale plot mein hi phas gaye?????????? laakh lanat.

sona has same question.

ok i have had enough of this sasta rahul roy. koi dafa karo yaar.

"khamakhaa inke mamaji ko kyun disturb karein? iske liye toh hum hi kaafi hain."

asjdlaksjdlaksjdlsk sippy strength.

nethra is THE MOST unrealistic character of this show; coz no tellywood producer would be thisssssssss obliging to these shenanigans. like, can you even imaaaaaagine?

oh pooja's here! i was wondering how come YK didn't come with sippy boys.

waise YK ki jagaah nishi ko aana chahiye tha. i would have loved to see her whoop sumit's ass from here to whatever backward bumfuck hellscape he’s from.

lol adjusted her ring for maximum impact.

TASTE THE SIPPY STRENGTH BITCHHHHHHHHHHH *dhoom theme music*

oh i'm glad this relationship has been repaired!

oh pls rohit yeh ainvayi ki naari shakti speech mat do. i hate when they make men do such performative bullshit. if they just HAD to have this, at least it would have been more believable coming from ajit or akash chachu, who haven't been shown to act like assholes to women around them.............

and this idiot girl is falling for it. oh sona, aim higher pls. the bar is literally on the ground with you.

omg this speech is not ending onlyyyyyy. samajh gaye na bhai, bandh kar. tere ko hospital nahi jaana kya aaj?

ajit is the tiniest sippy, but forever (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง

he needs to meet gauri kumari sharma. they'd make the cutest pint-sized fighting team.

*mais voice* aye challlllllllllllll naaaaaaa.

i meannnnnn...... you coulda fired him at first offence, nethra. you're making this decision now, after his shit got to a whole other level? didn’t sonakshi deserve any of this when he misbehaved with her????? you're kinda responsible for enabling the godawful bastard till this point.

........... were the sippys in a collective coma for the last two decades? like even if they don't watch it, who doesn't know that this is how tellywood handles actor replacements????

rohit is on his high horse again. nethra is like chill tf out bro.

ughhhhhh the fondness with which he's looking at her.

"main dil ka doctor hoon, dil ka patient nahi. mere patients ko yeh sab khaana mana hai, mujhe nahi!"

*takes biggest chomp of a samosa ever*

sona’s reactions are most adorable.

ohhhhhh my heart.

ek thank you pe hi flat. ouffff, kya karoon main is ladki ka.

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ohhhhhhhhhh sheeeeeeeeeeeet, he saw the hoodie!!!

"favourite toh hai, par itni bhi nahi. tum rakh lo." ughhhhhhhhhh cute; but again, girl have SOMEEEEEEE standards. you need to have some criteria other than "Y chromosome, age 30 - 40, occasionally polite to me."

[shima-draws]

Here it is...the AU I’ve been hinting at lately!!

It’s called Tied Dimensions! I’d give you a basic summary but it’s all already written out below, so you can just read that and get the gist :’) I just think the whole concept is super exciting so.

Read and enjoy!! (It’s from Keef’s POV btw)

My world ended about two hundred and fifty years ago.

We call it World’s Terminus. An unexplained phenomena that plunged the world into darkness and terror, without any prior warning. Nobody saw it coming. Therefore, nobody was prepared. There isn’t much one can do when the world begins to fall apart around them, except run and cower and hide—that is, if you can even make it that far.

I’m what comes after World’s Terminus—what remains of humanity from our planet’s collapse. Billions of people were wiped out from the incident, and the rest were left to rebuild society and start anew. Not that it was easy, considering everything important had been destroyed in the turmoil.

The one really sad thing about my existence is that, even though the world’s population is alarmingly low and needs all the life it can get, I was abandoned. Cast out. Not needed.

I live at a dingy old orphanage on the edge of a broken town, along with the rest of humanity’s unwanted. We’re a gang of angry, depressed misfits who curse what our world has come to, and wonder where it all went wrong. Not that we’d be able to change the outcome, anyway. It’s way too late for that.

This world no longer has any color, not that anybody alive remembers what having color is like. Everything green died, the sky turned a murky gray and all life seemed to be sucked out of the ground like a vacuum. There are still a few artifacts left behind of the world that was before World’s Terminus—but I’ve never seen them. They’re kept in the highest places in society, where the rich and elite live clinging on to the edges of their sanity. Old photographs, paintings and images from the past, the only things left in this world that still have color.

Not that everything has turned completely monotone, of course not. But anything that was once vibrant has none of that brilliance anymore, leaving us in a town full of grays, blacks and browns, and not much else. I have no idea what the color red looks like. Isn’t that utterly tragic?

I spend my days ostracized by the bullies of the orphanage, and ordered around by our so-called caretakers. None of them are kind people, so I’ve learned to do what I’m told without complaint or face beatings.

Any hope I might have had towards escaping this godforsaken place vanished years and years ago. People don’t want to adopt children, they’re too busy figuring out how to survive, how to keep their heads straight on a planet that hasn’t seen the sun in over two-hundred years. Our skies are always gray now, our whole lives are gray. What a boring, dull color.

I’m almost eighteen now. In a few months, I’ll finally be able to break free and cast off, off to some place that doesn’t reek of death and sadness, and at least try to find a place for myself in this world. I’ll no longer have to bow down to the obligations of the people who have raised me, and I won’t have to ever see the twisted, ugly faces of my peers who think they’re everything, when they’re actually nothing.

On the days where I feel more alone and angry than ever, I sneak out the back window and go exploring through the ruins of World’s Terminus.

Not much has happened to our planet after it came to an abrupt end, so things have stayed in tact quite well over the centuries. Old buildings from years and years ago still stand, and it’s in these buildings I like to poke around and see what I can find. The place I frequent most often is the old school building, a couple miles away from the orphanage.

Whenever I walk through the dusty halls and abandoned classrooms I feel this strange sense of nostalgia wash over me, and I desperately wish I could have had a normal life, attending school and making actual friends. My “brothers” and “sisters” at the orphanage don’t count. I’m not sure what having friends is like, but whatever relationship we happen to share is definitely not that.

It’s on one of these days when I come back from my adventures that everything I knew gets turned upside down. Literally.

There’s a visitor at the orphanage, which rarely ever happens at all. That’s the first sign that something is up. Secondly, and much to my immense shock, this stranger is dressed in the strangest clothing I’ve ever seen, and—there’s color. Some weird hue I’ve never seen before, except maybe reflected in the shadows of my eyes. Purple…that’s what I’ve been told what color my eyes are. Or, at least, dark purple.

The stranger’s eyes light up upon seeing me, and I only have moments to take in his short black hair and healthy skin tone before he grabs my hand and shakes it eagerly.

“You’re Keith, right? Keith Kogane.”

He tells me he wants me to participate in a special project with him. Doesn’t really give any more details than that, even when I ask him who he is or where he comes from. The only thing I manage to get is his name—Shiro. Takashi Shirogane, but his friends call him Shiro. So this guy has friends…

Needless to say I’m skeptical, I mean, who wouldn’t be? This isn’t some sort of fairy tale where I’m the chosen hero who gets tossed into a grand adventure trying to save a princess or some bullshit. This world doesn’t work that way. It’s too dreary and lifeless for something that magical to happen to me of all people.

In the end, though, my curiosity wins over my suspicions, so I eventually decide to go with him.

If this turns out to be some sort of plot to lure me out and kill me, fine. It’s not like I have much to live for, anyway. I’ve just been biding my time until something happens—either I die from some tragic accident or finally get out of that hell house of an orphanage and try to make it on my own.

To my confusion, Shiro takes me to the old school building. A sense of apprehension builds up in my gut, telling me that this might be a murder attempt after all. Should I make a run for it?

“I’ve chosen you because you’re special, Keith,” Shiro explains as we weave our way through the halls, kicking up dust as we go. Oh, great. Not this bullshit again.

“You have an ability that not many other people have. That’s why…” He pauses to let out a soft laugh. “Well, you’ll see in a bit. I don’t want to overwhelm you right away.”

We reach the door to the courtyard, where we come to a halt. I gaze at the taller man curiously, with his sharp eyes and strong jaw, and wonder who the hell he is. Maybe he’s just crazy. Maybe he’s some elite bastard who went off the rails and decided to abduct a teenager to play games with him.

Shiro grabs the handle of the door and pulls, which is obviously stupid because these doors open outward, so you have to push them—

A weird click sounds. Shiro jiggles the door handle and, suddenly, slides the door to the right.

What. The fuck? Since when did it ever do that?

“Alright, here goes.” He gives me a smile and with a final tug, pulls it open.

I step out onto the other side of the courtyard door. What I find there is something that immediately brings me to tears.

More colors than I’ve ever seen before in my life greet my eyes. They bloom and blossom and explode in such a vibrancy that it makes me dizzy, crowding in all around and putting pressure on my skull.

The courtyard is teeming with life—grass sways in the wind, there’s the sound of laughter coming from somewhere off in the distance, and an enormous tree rustles above my head, scattering leaves here and there. I look up and see the sun for the first time, blinding and dazzling, so very bright.

It all sort of happens too quickly for me to process, so after instantaneously bursting into tears, I have to crouch down and bury my face in my knees. It’s too much. Too much information, too many colors I don’t know, it’s so vibrant and beautiful—

“Is that Shiro’s pet project?”

“Hey, n—what did you do to him, Shiro?”

Shiro sounds apologetic and slightly panicked. “I didn’t think—he’s overwhelmed. It’s too much for him to process. I’m sorry, Keith.”

“Aw, the poor thing!”

“Well yeah, if you bring him in from a world with no color to this he’s gonna freak out, dude. Sensory overload, you know?”

“Matt’s gonna kick your ass for this.”

“Keith, are you alright?”

My head is pounding and the world as I know it is swaying in front of my eyes, but I nod. Yes. I’m more than alright, I just—

“Hey, take it easy there, man. It’s a lot to take in, right?”

A voice sounds right next to my ear, melodical and soft. I can’t help but peek through my fingers a little.

Sitting in front of me is the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And maybe that’s biased, coming from me, but it’s the truth. Sun-kissed skin and dark brown hair, a mischievous expression and lanky but strong limbs, and once again the weirdest clothing I’ve ever seen are what makes up this mysterious yet beautiful boy that has come into my midst. And the most astonishing thing of all are his eyes, a couple shades darker than the sky. I don’t know what color they are, but I think it’s my favorite now.

The boy tilts his head and beams at me, flashing a pair of pearly white teeth. Around him his friends all smile down at me, bursting, bursting with color. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more breathtaking.

This is…this is…

“Welcome to our world, Keith!”

This is World’s Variegation.

AND THAT’S IT!! TIED DIMENSIONS :’)

To sum things up: Keith lives in a world after the apocalypse, where there is no life, no meaning, and no color. One day Shiro shows up to the orphanage he lives at and takes him into an alternate dimension through the courtyard door that is teeming with life and color, things Keith’s never seen before, so he sorta has a breakdown and gets suuuuper overwhelmed. Like Lance said. Sensory overload it’s too much for his brain (which usually only sees dark colors and shades of gray) to take haha Keith learns that he is a Traverser, someone who can travel between dimensions, or rather what he calls World’s Terminus and World’s Variegation (I know the definition usually refers to plants, but I mean the definition as in “diversity of colors” so yeah haha). Shiro has chosen him to take part in the TDP, Tied Dimensions Project, which serves as a basis for research on both worlds and their connection to each other. However!! Like all of my AUs there’s a big secret behind the research and exactly why Shiro brought Keith to the other world. Throughout all of this Keith jumps back and forth between the dimensions every day, since he legally still belongs to the orphanage and has to go back. He starts to discover what LIVING really means with the help of all of Shiro’s friends, and starts falling in love with Lance. He gets to experience what the world could have been like if World’s Terminus never happened, and does all these amazing things he would have never even thought to dream of before...

Anyway yeah that’s the AU!! It’s really fun to think about and have Keith experience all these new and exciting things and just get overwhelmed about it all the time but his friends are like “It’s okay, we get it, just take a second to sit down and relax and chill” and it’s. NICE

SO YEAH HOPE YOU ENJOYED //JAZZ HANDS 

[3laxx]

Wintery Warm Drabbles - 19th “Pretend to be GF“

Hold your horses, guys, this is Part 1 ;) The next prompt will still be all about that!

Ao3 / FF.net

Adrien nervously shifted his weight from one foot to another while standing in front of the building with the ballroom that his father had rented for the big Christmas party the Agreste family always held.

It was disgustingly formal and stuck up and Adrien wanted to be everywhere else but there. Well, at least Chloé was out of town so he didn’t have to go with her.

What he hadn’t foreseen, though, was that his father had come to him with a question.

Who would be his partner for the ball?

First, he had thought of Nino but his father had politely declined, still leaving it open for Adrien to choose without considering a gender but forbidding him to bring this boy. Adrien knew Nino’s name was still on Gabriel Agreste’s blacklist so he wasn’t allowed to bring him.

Alya had almost been his next guess when he had remembered Marinette. She was an aspiring designer so she would surely be overjoyed to be around some of the most famous designers of Europe, right?

He had asked her right away and well, she had happily taken the offer.

The only thing he had failed to tell her in the heat of his joy was that-… Well… It was supposed to be a date. Or, well, a date to the outside.

Not, uh, not for them, right? She just had to pretend, right?

A little nagging feeling built up inside him but he ignored it as his phone chimed up. He pulled it out, recognizing the caller as Nino.

“Uhm, hi Nino?”

“ARE YOU COMPLETELY CRAZY, MAN?!”, the voice on the other end shouted and Adrien recoiled, holding the phone away. This voice unmistakably belonged to Alya.

“Uhm… No, thanks… What’s up?”

“Marinette just left!”, Alya now angered around in a slightly lower voice, still loud but at least so that Adrien could hold his phone like a normal person again.

“Uh-… That’s good, right?”

Alya downright exploded so as Adrien dared to take the phone to his ear again he heard Nino speaking.

“Dude, you still there?”

“Uhm, yes. What’s up?”

Nino sighed, his girlfriend audibly stomping around rambling angrily in the background.

“Alya, relax… So, uh, you invited Marinette to this big ass fancy party this evening?”

“Yeah?”

“Well…”, Nino began, “Problem is, you asked her just this morning, Adrien. She kinda freaked out over the whole day and Alya freaked out with her and she’s wearing an original design and stuff… Anyways. All I wanna say is that I’ll have to kill you with best regards from Alya if you don’t take care of her.”

“I will! I will take care of her!”, Adrien insisted but Nino sighed again.

“No, dude, like… She’ll be in a room with a lot of persons she looks up to and Marinette is kinda a person to have no chill when it comes to situation like these. Please take care that she won’t, uhm, y’know… Go crazy.”

Adrien chuckled, knowing Marinette’s antics.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Good…”, Alya had calmed down a bit, probably to listen, “And, uhm, dude? Have you told her about, uh, the thing?”

“What thing?”, Alya asked. Nino silently explained it to her, somehow successfully keeping her from freaking out again.

Adrien stiffened and looked down the street, gulping.

“Dude. Adrien. Tell me you-”

“… Didn’t?”

“THAT’S IT!!”, Alya yelled. She apparently took the phone again because suddenly, her voice was very close, “Agreste, if there’s one, and I repeat, ONE message from Mari that I might understand wrongly, you are dead. And if there is one Marinette crying in my arms this night, then you aren’t just dead but also castrated, neutered, skinned, burned, buried alive and tarred and feathered and most of all DEAD, do I make myself clear?”

Adrien gulped harder, actually leaning away from his phone.

“Uhm-… Y-Yeah, o-of course, Alya…”

“Am I scaring you?”, her voice was suddenly sweet and caring and he was even more afraid of that than before.

“Y-Yes?”

“GOOD!”, she hissed, the old bite apparent again, and he was sure he had never been so close to peeing himself in public. He swallowed, listening as Nino took over again.

“Yeah, I’ll try to calm her a bit, just-”

“DON’T YOU DARE, LAHIFFE!”

Adrien nodded.

“I’ll take care of her. There’s no calming and furious Alya Césaire when it’s about Marinette, got it.”

“One Alya Césaire, don’t forget that.”, Nino chuckled and it was the last thing he did.

“ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF M-”

The call was abruptly ended and Adrien was left alone with tingling ears, blinking once, twice, before straightening up again. He just hoped he would see Nino alive sometime again.

As he looked down the street and saw a car nearing he didn’t know yet how little Nino’s life would matter to him in just a few seconds. The car pulled over and he could make out Marinette’s father and her as the lights flashed on. They talked for a bit, then Marinette opened the door and stepped out. Adrien jumped to her side to help her out, startling her with that but after the first moment of shock she took his hand, standing up from her seat.

“H-Hi Marinette!”, he stuttered, his gaze involuntarily flickering up and down her body.

She was gorgeous.

When Alya had said that she would be wearing an original design he had been excited. But seeing her like this, her slender but somehow muscular body so wonderfully cupped by the amazing dress. Her hair done in a braid that led from her forehead to the back of her head, out of her signature pigtails. Her make up shining in the street lamp, applied to keep her natural beauty and just let her significant traits stand out a little more. Her bluebell eyes sparkled and her lips were so rosy he had to swallow.

Ever since he had joined her shopping as Chat Noir he had found his thoughts wandering off to her more and more often. Now seeing the wonderful dress on her that had the same color as her hair, maybe a bit more on the violet side, seeing her curves catching his attention because of the genius design of the dress, seeing how beautiful she let herself be, he found himself losing his mind.

Ladybug was long forgotten.

In a daze he barely remembered that they were still standing on the wintery sidewalk but the small snowflakes dancing over her eyelashes and midnight blue hair were hypnotizing. Her eyes were like lamps to a moth for him. He couldn’t turn away.

It wasn’t the dress that made her so truly beautiful. It wasn’t that she wore more radiant make up than usual and it certainly wasn’t that she had dressed up like that. The true beauty was her excitement, her genuine joy. The true shine that captured him was how beautiful she had allowed herself to be.

Marinette giggled, which ripped him out of his trance, and turned to her father. Tom leant over, winking at Adrien.

“You take care of my daughter, son!”

Adrien began grinning at the familiar nickname Tom had given him as his visits had become more frequent since Alya, Nino, Marinette and him had become better friends. He nodded, just barely able to look away from the beauty that was in front of him.

“Of course, Monsieur Dupain. Have a nice evening!”

“Same to you, kids!”, he replied before driving off, leaving the two teens standing on the sidewalk.

“You-… You look beautiful, Marinette…”, he finally choked out, feeling awkward and clumsy next to her. She giggled and blushed, making his heart skip a beat.

“Thank you, Adrien. You look quite handsome, too.”

He briefly wondered where this slight dimmed light in her eyes came from, of the lack of her stutters, but he figured she just felt confident in the dress.

“U-Uh, thanks!”

Only now he noticed how close they stood to each other, her feet already between his and her chin almost brushing over his chest when she spoke. He only noticed because he now felt her shivering.

“Uhm, let’s go inside! You must be cold. The, uh, the party will officially begin in ten minutes and, uh-…”

They entered the building, Marinette on his arm and her shivering stopping as they stepped into the warm foyer. He grew more and more nervous as they continued down the hall, towards the ballroom. He had to tell her.

So he stopped gently, turning towards her before his father could see them. “Uhm, Marinette, there’s actually something, uhm-…”

“Adrien, are you alright?”, she asked, sweet and caring as ever. He tried a smile.

“Yeah, of course! It’s just that, well, this here-… This isn’t just an invite to you, Marinette…”

Her eyes sparkled again and she downright looked ashamed as she spoke up, flustered and now finally stuttering.

“O-Oh, yeah that’s right! It’s such a b-big opportunity, Adrien, I didn’t even thank you! I just, ugh, I’m so sorry for my rudeness, I really-”

“No, no…”, he chuckled, “It’s an honor to me that you’re here today. It’s just that, well… My father kinda-… Made me invite someone. As, uh-… As my date.”

Her face was stable for a surprisingly long time. But she also didn’t react for a concerningly long time. Adrien already swallowed, ready to catch her or apologize for everything he had ever done. Or, well, to say goodbye to his life.

“… A date.”, she finally repeated, “Your date.”

He nodded awkwardly, his hand flying to the back of his head.

“Uhm, yeah, well, my father and-… Well, it’s just to pretend because, well, some designers are a little difficult and-… Uhm-… You just gotta pretend and we don’t have to kiss and nothing, we just have to hang out together and maybe dance and, uh, well, that’s all, promise!”

She slowly nodded, her head seemingly working at light speed. Little did he know how close she was to a full fledged nervous breakdown right now.

She had just adjusted to stepping her being in love down, she had just begun accepting he liked someone else. She had just psyched herself up together with Alya to be suave and cool and totally just a friend. To have a cool evening with a cool guy who was a friend, nothing more.

She still freaked out over all the renowned designers she would meet and yes, she was nervous. But this was no comparison, in no way, to the nervousness that built up within her now.

Pretending to be Adrien’s date.

There was something about that that she simply couldn’t grasp. And she felt herself slipping.

Pretending to be his date. Just pretending and, well, pretending to hang on his arm, pretend that kissing him occasionally was normal between them even if they wouldn’t do it today, pretending that they were in a relationship, were probably fooling around, hanging out in their free time, knowing personal things about each other. Pretending to be more than just a friend.

Yep, she was freaking out. On the inside. Just on the inside.

“Oh, uh-… Of course?”, she squeaked, watching as the tension left from Adrien’s shoulders.

Help, she thought.

“Oh man, I’m so glad Marinette! We don’t have to do more than just stay together, that’s all. And hey, this is gonna be fun, right? Just you, me, a few old and stuck up people that we say hello to and a few really cool younger people that we can talk to and the evening’s over faster than we can imagine.”

She managed a nod and even a slight smile.

“Oh, uhm, yes of course! Exciting, fun and, uhm-… Pretending to be a-… Uh, couple?”

He nodded, now an uncertain expression snuck over his face.

“A-Are you gonna be okay with that? We can also tell everyone you’re a friend and my real partner couldn’t make it or-… Well, some stuff like that?”

She quickly shook her head, now completely accepting that she had absolutely zero chance with him.

“Nah, it’s fine, really. Let’s, uhm, pretend we’re a couple and forget it tomorrow?”

She narrowly missed the sad shadow in his smile as he nodded.

“Yeah, of course. Friends, right?”

“Friends.”, she agreed, hooking her arm into his again.

[aro-luigi]

So.

Holy fuck.

Freddy's voice when he called Nate genuinely broke my heart?? My boy did not deserve that TRAUMA

Damn.