I finished the next chapter of PH last night, but I need to step back before editing - so I’m aiming for posting Wednesday instead of today. It’s…uh…it’s turned into another little beast. These meet cute/akuma chapters were supposed to be short, dang it.
“Yeah,” Bri snickered, smirking at her. “You’re not even using the mat in front of us. Last week, Troy had Brussel sprouts before class. Bent over and ripped a big one right in poor Luka’s face.”
Blue Hair’s face scrunched at the memory, but Marinette was suddenly too gripped with a whole new sense of terror to realize Blue Hair’s name was Luka.
“That…thathappens?” she squeaked. Blue Hair gave her an encouraging, if pained, smile and shrugged.
“People fart,” he said. “I survived.”
…oh my God I’m going to fart in his face, Marinette thought in a blind panic. Blue Hair smiled and squeezed her knee.
“Breathe,” he said, patting her knee before turning back to the front of the class, where Adrienne looked like she was meditating. “You’ll do great.”
“…I’m going to fart in your face and I won’t even have to worry about breaking my neck because I’ll have already died of embarrassment,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and hanging her head.
It’s been a wee bit of a Day, and I almost just skipped this, but holy hell it’s June and I don’t want to start the month off slacking. I already started it off with breathing issues I gotta get something right today.
Anywhoodles. Why is Princess Heartmaker screaming at our Idiots this week…?
She shook her head one more time and looked up, offering a smile that wasn’t as bright or confident as Alya’s but was the best Marinette could manage that morning. Alya’s smile flickered in the face of it.
“You’re right,” she sighed, reaching up to rub at her eyes. “Sorry. I’m just…really out of it today. You know I had a long day yesterday. The past few yesterdays.”
“Which is exactly why this is going to be so good for you,” Alya said, nodding certainly. “Come on, girl. I’ve been trying to get you to come with me for weeks now, and you’re finally here. Just two more steps and you’ll be inside the door. The next hour is going to change your life – trust me.”
Marinette tried to fix her smile and nodded, her hands tightening on the straps of the backpack her water bottle and wallet were stashed in. Alya was right – she usually was. This was going to be good for her. She needed this.
“All right, Alya,” she said, taking a deep breath – the first of many that morning, she was sure. “Let’s do this.”
“Woohoo – that’s my girl!” Alya cheered. She clapped her hands on Marinette’s shoulders and shoved her towards the door, and the next thing Marinette knew she was inside the steamy yoga studio and staring at a room full of unfairly attractive people with worlds more experience than her. She froze just inside the door.
“…nope, changed my mind,” she said, her eyes locking on a really unfairly attractive guy standing by the cubbies lining the back wall. He had blue-tipped hair and arms that made her want to drool and a smile that made her stomach flip pleasantly.
And he was talking to a girl with a long brunette ponytail who was a million times hotter than her and clearly his girlfriend and could probably bend into a pretzel and what the hell was she thinking she couldn’t do this she –
“Marinette!” Alya hissed, pushing her forward. “Class is gonna start in five minutes, girl – move!”
The thing was…yoga was Alya’s thing. Well, technically it was Nino’s thing, but when Alya had started dating Nino a lot of Nino’s Things had become Alya’s Things. Yoga was one of them. And Alya, being the Great and Loyal Bestie she was, had immediately realized (after one class) that yoga clearly needed to be Marinette’s Thing, too.
…never mind that Marinette already had a Million Things vying for her attention, like school, sewing, helping at the bakery, student council, the hundred or so activities her friends were involved with that she always showed up to for support like the good friend she was, her high-profile commissions (Jagged Stone was great but so demanding, and he had been all too eager to give her name to his fellow rockers – though he always got first dibs), starting up her boutique, the few babysitting jobs she still did for kids she’d been watching since they were in diapers, the fashion competitions she was always applying to to make sure she stayed on Gabriel Agreste and Audrey Bourgeois’s radars, checking in on her grandfather, making time for her Nonna’s increasingly more frequent visits, and…Marinette was a very busy person and perhaps stretched just a little too thin, ok? She got that.
Which had been exactly Alya’s point. Marinette was stressed, and yoga was great for stress. Alya was convinced attending just two sessions a week with her would do wonders for Marinette’s mental health, but just two sessionswastwo whole hours Marinette wasn’t sure she could commit to – especially when she still had daily meditations with her mother, and how helpful had those been for her stress?
But Alya was her best friend, and Alya was trying to be helpful, and so – even though Jagged Stone’s current commission was sitting half-done on her dress form at home and her back was still killing her from hauling fifty or so sacks of flour the night before – here she was. About to embarrass herself in a room full of unfairly attractive, impossibly bendy people she would most likely never see again.
FIC: Wherein Sheila King is Trying Her Best, Y’all (MLB, Dingo File)
Rating: M / PG-16 / Older Teen
Characters/Pairings: Brielle Girard (OC), Dingo King (OC), Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Sheila King (OC); Luka Couffaine & Dingo King, Luka Couffaine/Dingo King (according to Sheila), Dingo King/Brielle Girard, Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Teenage Boys/Food
Summary: Sheila King is convinced her son is hiding his new boyfriend from her. There have just been too many Instances lately, no matter what either of the boys say. She doesn’t care that Perry is ‘in love’ with the artist or Luka is supposedly ‘dating’ that baker’s girl. There’s just no way hummus can be as good as her boys are claiming, dang it, and she’s determined to get to the bottom of things.
Author’s Notes/Warnings:There was this post on Tumblr, and I sent it to Mal saying “Convince me this isn’t a Dingo File”, and she very much did not convince me it wasn’t a Dingo File. (Even contributed, dare I say, by pointing out that Anarka would just pound on the door and remind them to use the condoms she bought him. And by reminding me of dessert hummus. And…you know what, this didn’t start out as a Dammit Mal, but somewhere along the way I lost complete control of Dingo’s mum and I feel like it kinda became a Dammit Mal, so dammit, Mal. )
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at said ‘friends’, and she found herself questioning her son’s sexuality all over again. She knew he was sleeping with Luka, but both he and Luka claimed Luka was with Marinette, and Perry also claimed he was dating the Gir…Brielle. And they had all apparently thought they’d have the flat to themselves for the afternoon. Perry had been looking for a movie, but…
“…Mum, whatever you’re about to say…” Perry sighed, scrubbing at his face, “…I’m begging you. Don’t.”
Notes:…to everyone who’s starting to second-guess my (admittedly less than tenable) sanity and whether or not y’all should trust me…please remember this is ultimately a gift fic and I would not do Laurel dirty like that. Heads will be removed from asses by the end. I promise.
I know soulmate fics aren’t everybody’s jam (especially in this fandom) but I love them, so here you go! This concludes my birthday postings today and I hope you enjoyed them! I’m very sorry to all the people whose prompts I didn’t get to, I promise I’m saving them to get to eventually.
Luka groaned and dropped his head in his arms on his makeshift desk. His phone beeped, and he rummaged blindly with one hand for it.
The message was from his friend Brielle, and it made him grin. Help I need to get out of here meet me at the park in 20 min
The message wasn’t unwelcome. Luka looked around his normally clean room and scowled at the mess of crumpled papers around him. See you there, he texted back, and then rolled his chair back, heedless of the crunching noises under the wheels. Luka kicked a few more papers on the floor out of the way and shoved around the piles on his bed until he had dug up a small handful of the guitar picks he’d been losing in the mess all day. He counted quickly, decided he had found enough, and stuck them in his pocket. Luka grabbed his guitar, dug in a trunk for a moment for an old worn blanket he knew was stuffed in the bottom somewhere, and then made his escape, bursting out on deck into the sunshine and open air. He didn’t usually feel so stifled on the boat, but today was definitely a day where he’d rather be out and moving.
The bike ride to the park was just what he needed, and he could feel his muscles loosening as he rode. By the time he reached his destination he already felt a million times better.
Notes: Full disclosure: I do not do yoga. This was supposed to be something else, and then Laurel and I started talking yoga and the phrase “Yoga Meet Cute” came up and the next thing I knew I was looking up beginner lessons on YT to make this semi-believable because I, my friends, do not do the Yoga. (It…one hundred percent ran away from me. These chapters were supposed to be SHORT. But I’m having a blast here, so I guess that’s the important thing. Anyone figure it out yet?)
It’s been a wee bit of a Day, and I almost just skipped this, but holy hell it’s June and I don’t want to start the month off slacking. I already started it off with breathing issues I gotta get something right today.
Anywhoodles. Why is Princess Heartmaker screaming at our Idiots this week…?
She shook her head one more time and looked up, offering a smile that wasn’t as bright or confident as Alya’s but was the best Marinette could manage that morning. Alya’s smile flickered in the face of it.
“You’re right,” she sighed, reaching up to rub at her eyes. “Sorry. I’m just…really out of it today. You know I had a long day yesterday. The past few yesterdays.”
“Which is exactly why this is going to be so good for you,” Alya said, nodding certainly. “Come on, girl. I’ve been trying to get you to come with me for weeks now, and you’re finally here. Just two more steps and you’ll be inside the door. The next hour is going to change your life – trust me.”
Marinette tried to fix her smile and nodded, her hands tightening on the straps of the backpack her water bottle and wallet were stashed in. Alya was right – she usually was. This was going to be good for her. She needed this.
“All right, Alya,” she said, taking a deep breath – the first of many that morning, she was sure. “Let’s do this.”
“Woohoo – that’s my girl!” Alya cheered. She clapped her hands on Marinette’s shoulders and shoved her towards the door, and the next thing Marinette knew she was inside the steamy yoga studio and staring at a room full of unfairly attractive people with worlds more experience than her. She froze just inside the door.
“…nope, changed my mind,” she said, her eyes locking on a really unfairly attractive guy standing by the cubbies lining the back wall. He had blue-tipped hair and arms that made her want to drool and a smile that made her stomach flip pleasantly.
And he was talking to a girl with a long brunette ponytail who was a million times hotter than her and clearly his girlfriend and could probably bend into a pretzel and what the hell was she thinking she couldn’t do this she –
“Marinette!” Alya hissed, pushing her forward. “Class is gonna start in five minutes, girl – move!”
The thing was…yoga was Alya’s thing. Well, technically it was Nino’s thing, but when Alya had started dating Nino a lot of Nino’s Things had become Alya’s Things. Yoga was one of them. And Alya, being the Great and Loyal Bestie she was, had immediately realized (after one class) that yoga clearly needed to be Marinette’s Thing, too.
…never mind that Marinette already had a Million Things vying for her attention, like school, sewing, helping at the bakery, student council, the hundred or so activities her friends were involved with that she always showed up to for support like the good friend she was, her high-profile commissions (Jagged Stone was great but so demanding, and he had been all too eager to give her name to his fellow rockers – though he always got first dibs), starting up her boutique, the few babysitting jobs she still did for kids she’d been watching since they were in diapers, the fashion competitions she was always applying to to make sure she stayed on Gabriel Agreste and Audrey Bourgeois’s radars, checking in on her grandfather, making time for her Nonna’s increasingly more frequent visits, and…Marinette was a very busy person and perhaps stretched just a little too thin, ok? She got that.
Which had been exactly Alya’s point. Marinette was stressed, and yoga was great for stress. Alya was convinced attending just two sessions a week with her would do wonders for Marinette’s mental health, but just two sessionswastwo whole hours Marinette wasn’t sure she could commit to – especially when she still had daily meditations with her mother, and how helpful had those been for her stress?
But Alya was her best friend, and Alya was trying to be helpful, and so – even though Jagged Stone’s current commission was sitting half-done on her dress form at home and her back was still killing her from hauling fifty or so sacks of flour the night before – here she was. About to embarrass herself in a room full of unfairly attractive, impossibly bendy people she would most likely never see again.
