#of many I fear

[instantn00ds]

Heathers WIP?

Heyo! Should I be starting a new thing when I have 50 million abandoned projects? Probably not! But I have Spotify Wrapped to thank for this.

Why? Well, dear reader, did you know Cristina Vee (ENG VA Marinette) and Andrew Russell (ENG VA Luka) have a cover of Dead Girl Walking from Heathers together? Because I sure did (thanks to a post here, ironically), to the point where it is in my TOP SONGS OF THE YEAR.

And did you also know I am a Lukanette forever and always? Surprise!

So really, what other choice did I have? I do have a 'fleshed out' plot for this one (loosely), but I'm not 100% sure I'll end up doing anything with it. Truth be told, this is only like...half of the scene I even wanted to write. But that's why they call it a WIP, right? RIGHT???? I just want to go to sleep lol. But that's enough rambling! Hope you enjoy this strange Heathers x Miraculous blurb. Might write more, might not-- never let them know your next move!

“And you’re sure about this one?” Luka asked, shuffling sheet music on a stand next to his bed. 

It wasn’t really like her– the punchy, electric guitar or the vulgar, vengeful lyrics. If he had to choose, Marinette was more of a Legally Blonde or a Mean Girls (and that was pushing it), but definitely not a Heathers. Not that she would make a bad Veronica Sawyer. It was just that he didn’t know if Veronica Sawyer was her style. Marinette never showed that side of herself to him, anyway. 

She smiled, “surprised?” Her eyes were busy scanning papers of her own as she paced up and down the floorboards of Luka’s room. 

“So were the girls when I told them. You should have seen the look on Alix’s face.” 

“That bad?” Luka laughed, beginning to tune his guitar. 

“Let’s just say she didn’t take it as seriously as you are.” She giggled, “No one really did. Not even Alya!” Which was discouraging seeing how it was her idea to begin with. 

She began pacing a little faster. All of her friends had been hesitant, and while it upset her a little, they had doubts like this before. Either way, it was in her nature as an artist to receive critique or wild eyes at ideas she had. And usually, it didn’t bother her. At least, not until… 

“Luka?” 

“Yes, Marinette?” 

“Do you think this is a bad idea?” 

He let go of the instrument slowly from his hands and let it hang off his body. Calmly, he closed his eyes and took a breath, and Marinette’s pace quickened again. Surely, he was trying to find the right words to let her down easy. She didn’t know why the thought of it being him made her heart race. As Ladybug, it felt like she had all the confidence in the world. Shouldn’t that mean she’d have some outside of the mask? 

After what seemed like an eternity, Luka finally opened his eyes. Once again he grabbed the guitar and began fiddling with the pegs. 

“No.” 

Marinette was brought to a sudden halt. That’s it? 

“That’s it,” he echoed. She didn’t realize she had said that part outloud. 

The laugh she let out was a little more manic than intended, “but didn’t you just say..?” 

“I only asked if you were sure,” he grinned, “You added the surprise all by yourself.” 

“Well, that’s because you are, aren’t you? Like Alix? Or Alya? Or Rose? Or Myelen?” or even his own sister, Juleka? 

“No.” he said again, “Not really.” And Luka really could have left it like that, but she kept on staring at him, so he continued talking.  

“Well, for starters, I’ve been in the whole music thing long enough to know the way a person looks or acts doesn’t automatically decide their taste. If anything, I’m surprised Rose said something.” That part was pretty self explanitory, and Marinette laughed. Considering her double life, it was ironic how accurate Luka was. She wondered what kind of music Pairs thought Ladybug listened to– how close was it her own? 

“And secondly, I know you’re not scared of stepping outside of your comfort zone, Marinette. No matter what you decide to do, I’m one-thousand percent sure you’ll give it your all, and you’ll be amazing because of it.” 

A warm flush started crawling up her face, pooling in her cheeks. Luka had said it so casually, so matter of factly, he didn’t even look up from his guitar. His brow furrowed as he worked on the tuning pegs, barely twisting each one  back and forth, concentrating on the noise coming from his guitar as he flicked the corresponding strings. That alone was enough for Marinette’s blush to get a little darker. 

“You really mean that?” she peeped, once again not knowing if it came out of her mouth or stayed in her head. 

Finally, he looked up, “absolutely,” Luka smiled. They were close enough for him to see the red coloring her face and the way her bluebell eyes sparkled from the encouragement. His own cheeks began to pinken at the sight. Before long, both hurriedly looked away. 

Luka cleared his throat, “absolutely,” he repeated through a cough. It made perfect sense why he wasn’t phased. Afterall, Marinette trusted Luka enough to know he was an open minded person, but there was still one question that plagued her.

“Then, why did you ask?” She said, hoping it would distract her beating heart. 

“I just…” and for the first time, she saw him hesitate, “I just want to make sure you’re doing this for the right reasons. Because you want to, not because someone else does, or because it’s something you’re expected to do.”

Or because it was the only way to spend time with a guy who would’t notice her otherwise, she frowned. Being Juleka’s brother meant Luka saw when the girls would push Marinette into schemes and plans she wasn’t thrilled about. Of course he would be cautious now. 

“It’s a heavy song, Marinette. I need to know you’re comfortable.” 

Marinette was pulled from her thoughts, “Thank you, Luka,” she sighed. Who could have guessed she needed that as much as she did? 

“Always,” he replied confidently, “so?” The room was silent before an answer came. 

“Yeah, I’m sure about this one.” 

“Great! Because I’m just about done setting up.” Luka grabbed a thick, black chord and plugged one end into the amp by his bed. The other was jammed into the guitar, a small crack of static letting both know contact was made. After carefully plucking a few notes, the volume was adjusted, and he turned to Marinette.

“Would’t want Officer Roger crashing in, right?” He teased. 

But all of a sudden, Marinette was on edge. 

“Sorry,” Luka grimmaced, “bad joke.” 

She stared right at the floor “No, it’s not that. It’s…we’re really doing this.”

“Looks like it.” 

“As in, right now.”

“That’s the idea.” 

“I, me, Marinette, am going to sing infront of you, musically trained Luka.” 

“So musically trained Luka can help you ace your audition.” 

As was the whole point, Marinette thought. Practice with Luka so he could give her pointers, nail the audition, and get the part so she could spend time with Adrien. That’s when she’d get him to fall in love with her, and after a few years they could get married, adopt a hamster, have three kids named…what again?

Alya walked her through this. It was the plan! It was what she wanted! So why did she feel so unsure? Why did it feel so wrong to her? 

Marinette looked back at Luka. She didn’t want to embarrass herself infront of him. He wouldn’t care, obviously, but there was something about the thought that made her cringe. She shouldn’t care– then why did she? And why did she so much? 

Luka noticed the way her breathing picked up, the way her eyes clouded with anxiety. 

“Hey,” He started gently, “We don’t have to start right away if it makes you feel better.” He said, “I don’t have anything else today.” 

A large hand pressed on her shoulder, which helped settle her down a bit, “I’m all yours.” 

Marinette didn’t have plans either, aside from Luka. That was, as long as her Ladybug duties didn’t call her. They scheduled it out like this in case, though frankly, it was more an excuse to spend more time together. The mini-freak-out was entirely unplanned. 

“Maybe we can talk a while more?” She asked, “I think I’m getting last minute jitters.” 

“Of course,” Luka said coolly, “We can take as much time as we need.” 

“I owe you, Luka.” 

“Ha– jokes on you. I love talking to you, Marinette.” 

And there were about a million things left unsaid between them. They probably should address his confession soon, or maybe go over the logistics considering she was (supposedly) ‘madly in love’ with Adrien. Shockingly, neither of those topics brought her peace of mind. This whole thing was starting to feel like a bad idea. 

“As long as we’re just chatting,” Luka said, “do you mind if I ask another question?” 

“Sure.” 

“There are a ton of other songs to choose from for Veronica, so why Dead Girl Walking?” 

She never mentioned it to him, but Luka was smart enough to know Adrien had something to do with it. That’s why he asked all those questions earlier, about her being comfortable, about what she wanted. But she didn’t choose the song for Adrien. 

“I guess I liked how brash it was.” She answered. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I mean, everyone sees me as this innocent, sweet, clumsy cinnamon roll. That’s why Alix, Rose, Myelen, Alya, and Juleka were shocked when they heard who I was trying out for, right? I guess I want people to see me as more than that.” 

“Is there something wrong with being seen like that?” He asked. It was nice getting to know more about Marinette, especially when they shared moments like these. 

“No!” Marinette flailed, “I love being nice and sweet! I just don’t want to be stuck in a box for the rest of my life.” Besides, she’d seen enough as Ladybug to confidently say she wasn’t too sheltered anymore.

“Really, you could consider this my Jagged Little Pill.” 

That got a laugh out of Luka who had started noodling little melodies while they spoke. Before long, a familiar song came up, and the two sat quietly listening to the music. That was the last boost Marinette needed, and as he finished, she perked up. 

“Okay.” 

“Ready?” Luka asked. 

“Bring it on.” 

“Then let’s show the world what you’re made of, Alanis.” 

[noodles-and-tea]

Continuation of this

[menlove]

you ever have situations that make you want to take people by the shoulders and go "you are not 15 any longer. this behavior is no longer quirky and cute. it is exhausting for you and everyone else to act like a teenager you haven't been in a decade or longer. knock it the fuck off"

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[canisalbus]

Stress management Machete doodles.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[big-moon-little-moon]

so called TPK enjoyers once they realize their graph paper wife is a part of the P that's supposed to get TK-ed

bonus:

[pangur-and-grim]

also, I just got the edits back for the Sir Cameron book, and they're so interesting!! I feel almost ashamed, because they made me realize how blind I am to my own book? like I hope that I would pick up on all these flaws when reading someone else's work. anyways, very happy to have someone smart and knowledgeable picking it apart and giving me the chance to fix things before it goes out to the public. but I did also go into flight or fight mode in my living room out of sheer embarrassment.

[felassan]

it was at this moment that we knew we were down bad

[dykepaldi]

this image has been stuck in my head for days now

[endlessnightarts]

No you don't

[bunubunss]

you opened a door that a kid shouldn't walk through

[donutfloats]

I just think it would have been cool if Lamb’s fleece turned into wings during the fight with Narinder

[10bug11insects]

People seems to really like my inside out art so here’s more :) and even MORE JOYNESS !!!!!! And angfear I think

[devine-fem]

this ship isnt boring/bad, you guys don't get them like i do, i fear. if peter was a god, then wade would be his greatest disciple. if wade was an artist, then peter would be his muse. / Mario Puzo, The Godfather // it chooses you, miranda july // marcel proust // Terrance Hayes, The Same City // Eliza Crewe, Crushed // judas-redeemed // Mitski, I'm your man // u.k // Mitski, I'm your man // Richard Siken // Charlotte Eriksson Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself // u.k. // Noah Kahan You're Gonna Go Far // marilynne robinson, gilead

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show