“You look horrible,” the words tumbled from your lips before you could stop yourself when you entered Luka’s room. For a lot of the day the two of you have been texting back and forth, him complaining about being sick, you complaining about school. So as soon as the school day ended, you joined Juleka and the two of you headed to her houseboat. Their mom was delighted to see you and gave you a hug before sending you to Luka’s room with a bowl of soup in your hands. “I mean that in the most loving way possible,” you hastily added onto your sentence after Luka gave you a sour look from his cocoon of blankets.
It was your first thought for a reason. Even in the dimly lit room (his blinds were shut as far as they could go) and him hiding in the corner, you could practically see the bags under his swollen eyes. His nose was pink from all of the tissues he used and you could still hear him sniffling. “What did you do?” you asked gently as you placed the hot soup bowl onto the desk next to his bed.
“No idea,” was his nasally response as he pulled himself to sit upright on his bed. You let out a hum as you sat down on the bed next to him and rubbed at his blanket covered head, he looked tiny and you couldn’t help it. “I’m glad to see you though.”
“You could’ve just asked for a picture,” you teased with a grin.
“I have seen more than enough photos of the underside of your chin and your nostrils,” he teased with a snort that was followed up with him blowing his nose into a tissue and dropping the used tissue into the full trash bin that he pulled next to his bed.
You let out a sound of mock offense as you pulled your hand away from his head to place it upon your heart, “excuse you, those are a work of art!”
“You’re right, it is.” He cheesily grinned back, looking quite proud of his comeback.
You let out an embarrassed sound and covered your face, “no, I was being sarcastic.” You whined and fell onto your side, not expecting him to agree with your statement. “I look awful in those photos.”
“Not to me.” You peeked between your fingers to see him continuing to look at you with that goofy, almost love-struck grin of his. As much as you disliked your embarrassment, seeing him look that happy made up for it, especially as his mom reported to you that he’s been a little lifeless all day. You didn’t blame him, whatever he caught seemed to be taking a brutal toll on him.
“You’re too cheesy,” you told him as you leaned forward to give him a tap on the nose and leaning past him to grab the soup bowl on the table.
He let out a loud, long groan when he noticed the liquid that you were holding, “I don’t need anymore!”
You let out a pout as you stirred the soup a little to remove the cold film that was forming on top, “your mom said you barely touched it earlier.”
He let out another groan before falling back onto his bed, bringing the blankets with him, “because I’m not hungry!”
You raised an eyebrow at him in a challenge, recognizing how childish he sounded, “do you want me to spoon feed you like a baby?”
He eyed you from his laying position on his bed, his blue eyes barely peeking out over the blankets that he wrapped around to his chin, “don’t you dare.”
“Then sit up and eat your soup like a man.” He let out a grunt and pulled the blankets over his face.
Fine, if he was going to play hard to get, then so would you. You placed the bowl back on his table and it made a soft ‘thunk.’ “All right, I’ll see you when you get better Luka.” You bade him your farewell as you stood up from his bed.
The blankets were thrown off his face and he looked at you with puppy dog eyes, “but you just got here.”
“And you’re not eating your soup.” You scolded as you made your way across the room.
With a shocking amount of urgency for someone who looked to be the equivalent of a slug, he leaned over to the bowl of soup on his bed and took a spoonful, “okay, okay, I’m eating it!” you smiled as you stopped walking to watch him hastily feed himself the warm liquid. Seeing as he was indeed making an attempt at finishing what was in the bowl, you made your way back to your seat on his bed.
It wasn’t long until he finished the bowl and he placed it back on the table, “happy?” he asked sullenly, still sounding childish.
“Yes,” you replied with a smile as you wrapped your arms around him and his blankets in a hug.
“Can I get a kiss?” he asked and made kissy faces to you while turning his head towards your own.
“No!” you let out a shriek of laughter as you moved away from him, “I’m gonna get sick!”
“But I ate the soup like you wanted!” he pouted before managing to get on his knees and fall onto your chest with a large ‘whump.’ Blanket cocoon and all.
You continued to laugh as you tried to keep his face away from yours, him still trying to lay a kiss on you. “If I get sick this is your fault!” you yelped as you tried to push his face away with your hands.
“You won’t get sick.” He replied easily as the two of you continued to wrestle with each other. “Your immune system is better than mine.” You let out a sigh when it seemed like he wasn’t going to let up and let him kiss you on the cheek.
“You missed,” you told him before leaning up to plant a kiss on his slightly chapped lips. You weren’t going to lie, you definitely missed him during the day, so this was just you getting back all of the affection that you missed during the day.
“Remember, you said I won’t get sick,” you teased as the two of you broke apart, foreheads resting against each other.
"And once again Ladybug and Chat Noir save the day!" you looked in awe at the two superheroes on your TV. They were amazing and pretty much your idols. I mean, why wouldn't they be your idols? They save Paris practically every day!
"Man, how cool would it be if I got to meet them! Especially Chat Noir." You felt your face heat up as you thought of a certain cat superhero, "ahh!" you held your cheeks in your hands and tossed and turned. "I don't have a crush on him." You tried to deny, "for all I know he could be a thirty year old man!"
'You know that doesn't make sense.' Your brain told you, 'he's got way too much energy for a thirty year old man.'
"He's just very active." You argued.
'His voice is a little high.'
"Thirty year old men can have high voices. Ugh! I need some fresh air." You practically threw yourself off of your bed and made your way up the stairs to the roof of the apartment complex your family was living in. You pushed open the heavy metal door to the roof and exited to the cool fresh air. You made your way to the wall on the edge of the roof and let your arms dangle off while you leaned on the wall. Many stories below, you could see cars going and people going through their daily lives. Across the street you saw someone through their window and gave them a cheery wave. They gave a half-hearted wave in return. "Hah, maybe if I created a Chat Noir blog, like Alya's Ladyblog that'd give me an excuse to stalk him. No!" you violently shook your head, "that's weird!"
"What's weird?" you shrieked when you heard the new voice and spun around to look at the roof with your back pressed up against the wall.
"Chat Noir." You couldn't help it as the words tumbled out of your mouth.
"That's me." He grinned, "now what's weird?"
"Ahahaha, nothing, nothing at all." You waved off his question and looked away to try and hide the red glow on your cheeks, "absolutely nothing. Did I mention that it was nothing weird? Yeah, there's nothing weird."
"So what are you doing up here?" he asked and casually walked to where you were standing. Stunned, you watched him walk towards you then sit up on the wall next to you.
"Don't fall off please." You mumbled but then remembered he asked you a question. "Oh! I'm just getting some fresh air up here. It was getting stuffy downstairs." You turned away from him and pressed your hands to your cheeks. Yup, they were burning.
He nodded, "I can see why. All of the people and the cars and tourists. It's not a bad place though."
"Of course not. Just, sometimes you need to get away from it all." You gazed out at the scenery below you again, "what's it like?"
"What's what like?" he questioned in surprise.
"Being a superhero? All of Paris looks up to you." You mused.
He awkwardly laughed, "oh I'm sure not all of Paris. I'm sure all of Paris looks up to Ladybug though." He added quietly.
You looked to your side to see the dejected cat next to you, "if it's any consolation, I prefer you over Ladybug." You grinned.
"You don't need to say that just to make me feel better." He avoided your gaze.
"But it's true!" you protested. You placed your hands on the wall and sat up next to him. The more you talked with him the more you realized how easy it was to talk to him. For a few moments you could forget that he was a celebrity and you were star struck by him and harbored a major crush. "You always have Ladybug's back, I can tell that you're incredibly loyal. Plus, you're super strong! I couldn't imagine being in your position and getting beat up by akumatized villains practically every day."
He looked at you with a smile and you could see his green eyes up close, "thanks." There was a beeping sound and both of your eyes widened. "Oh no, I've got to go. Can I meet you here tomorrow? Same time?" he asked as he stood up on the wall.
"I'll be waiting for you, kitty." You grinned. He smiled back and jumped off to who knows where.
Red-Faced and Running Away (Luka Couffaine x Reader)
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Luka Couffaine x fem! Reader
Your head nodded along with the music coming from your ear buds. It was the music from one of the coolest people in your school (aside from Adrien, but he's a couple years below so that doesn't count). Luka Couffaine.
"Hey (y/n), (y/n). (y/n)!" a hand tapped you on your shoulder and you jolted to look at the person who was trying to get your attention.
"Oh hey (f/n)." You pulled the ear buds off, "what's up?"
(f/n) smiled slyly at you, "are you listening to a certain blue haired boy's music."
"So what if I am?" you retorted.
"Hey Luka!" (f/n) shouted and waved a hand to get said person's attention.
"What are you doing?" you hissed and grabbed onto (f/n)'s hand to stop them from waving it around. They just ignored your protest and waved with their other hand.
Luka noticed and started to walk over to the two of you, "hey guys. What's up?"
"(y/n) was just listening to your music, and she was just telling me how awesome your music was. Right?" (f/n) looked at you and nudged your shoulder.
"Eep." You declared and hid behind (f/n).
Luka laughed, "well thanks for the support (y/n). I'm going to go hide from fangirls now if that's alright."
"Of course, see you later!" (f/n) waved and Luka disappeared to who knows where. "Girl!" (f/n) scolded and turned to you, "why are you hiding from him?"
"He's just so awesome! He's on an entirely different level from me. No way I could talk to a guy like him!" you explained.
"But he talked to you, so..."
"Let's just get to class." You turned away from her and hurried to your class.
(f/n) ran up next to you and sang in your ear, "(y/n) and Luka sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-"
"What are you, 10?" you demanded but your face was definitely a bit redder than it was before.
...
"Luka!" you and (f/n) were sitting down to eat lunch when (f/n) practically screamed Luka's name across the cafeteria.
"What are you doing?" you asked in a hushed panic, "you can't invite him! I turn into a nervous wreck every time I'm even near him!"
"Oh look, he's coming over." (f/n) smiled, "and it looks like he's bringing his food too."
"Hi (y/n), hi (f/n)." Luka greeted and sat down across from you, "how's your day been?"
You froze and you could definitely feel your face heat up, "I- excuse me." You stuttered before running out of the cafeteria.
"Does she hate me?" Luka asked (f/n) worriedly.
"Of course she doesn't," (f/n) reassured him, "she's just a blubbering adorable mess when you're around her."
Luka let out a small laugh, "cute."
...
It was after school and all you wanted to do was to go home and relax...and definitely ignore your homework for as long as possible. "Hey (y/n)!" your head jolted up as you heard your name be called. You looked around and your face almost paled when you realized it was Luka who was waving to get your attention.
"I, uh," you quickly turned away from him and ran down the street. Hopefully he didn't see you look back at him. You ran around the corner and hid against it, after a few moments of nobody running past the corner looking for you, you breathed a sigh of relief.
You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you fumbled to get it out, it was (f/n), 'where are you!' the text read.
'Oops, I'm on my way home already.' You texted a reply as you carefully navigated yourself through the streets of Paris without hitting people.
'What? You ditched me! Do I smell a betrayal?'
'No! No! Of course not!' you sent a panicked text in reply, 'I'm just running away from Luka.'
'Why? You're going to scare him away!' you could practically see (f/n)'s chastising face.
'If anything, he's the one scaring me away!'
'Well don't! He likes you, so don't push him away! I know you like him back!' You froze. Did (f/n) mean what you thought she meant? Did Luka like you? As in more than a friend?
'Do you mean like-like or just like as a friend?' you had to confirm what they said. You refused to get your hopes up.
'I didn't say anything!'
'Uh...yeah you did, just look at the text message history. What are you hiding (f/n)?'
'Nothing! Listen I've got to go, talk to you later!'
'(f/n) wait! You can't just leave me hanging!' you let out a frustrated sigh as she stopped responding. They left you on 'read' for crying out loud. "Darn you (f/n)." You grumbled and kicked a can that was just lying on the ground, "getting my hopes up like that."
...
"You! Have some explaining to do!" you nearly shouted in (f/n)'s face the next day.
"What is it?" (f/n) asked nonchalantly as they ate a protein bar.
"You said Luka likes me?"
(f/n) choked on their protein bar and you were feeling merciless that morning, so you let them struggle without offering any help. "Um, no. I did not. Hey look there he is, why don't you just ask him yourself? Luka!" they shouted and once again you were in the situation as you attempted to stop their furious waving around to spare you some embarrassment.
"Oh my god (f/n)!" you whined and hid behind them, "spare me some embarrassment today!"
"Too late!" they whispered cheekily, "how are you today Luka?"
"Alright." He shrugged, "did you not hear me yesterday (y/n)?" he tried to lean around (f/n) to talk to you.
"No?" you squeaked before running away from (f/n) and Luka.
"And you're sure she likes me?" Luka asked dubiously as he watched you run away.
(f/n) nodded, "a hundred percent positive. She's just shy. Really shy."
"Luka!" there was another voice calling out his name and he tried to conceal a wince.
"More fangirls?" (f/n) asked.
Luka sighed, "wish me luck."
"Luck."
...
"I just came to a realization." You declared the moment (f/n) sat down next to you.
"That you like Luka back and are too scared to admit it?" (f/n) asked without missing a beat.
"Yes, but that's not the main thing."
"Okay-hold up!" they turned their entire body to look directly at you, "did you just verbally admit that you are head over heels in love with Luka Couffaine and that you are way to shy and scared to even talk to him let alone admit it to his face?"
You hesitated, "maybe? That's not what I want to talk about though!"
"Okay, I'm listening."
"Why does Luka spend so much time with us? He has hordes of other fangirls to deal with. He's practically a celebrity at our school!"
"Because he likes hanging out with us?" (f/n) turned away from you and mumbled something under their breath.
"Wait what did you say?"
"Nothing!"
"What is it!" you shouted and nearly grabbed their shoulders to shake them.
"I promised I wouldn't tell!"
"Promised who!"
"It's a secret!"
"Ugh!" you let yourself fall onto the desk in front of you.
"Just hear him out okay?" (f/n) looked at you consolingly, "he's been trying to talk to you for a reason."
"You know me, I'm too shy to talk to him." You whined.
"I will hold you by force if need be." (f/n) threatened, and you could tell by the steely glint in their eyes that they weren't joking.
"O-Oh. Okay."
"After school today, you have to promise me that."
You sighed, "I promise."
"Pinky promise?"
"What are you, ten?"
...
"Oh hey! There he is!" (f/n) brightened up as she saw the blue-eyed boy you were nervously avoiding for the past few days. They turned to you with a serious look on their face, "I am going to call him over and you are going to stay here. Got it?"
"Yup." You looked away from (f/n) and nervously shifted your weight.
"Luka!" (f/n) screeched and waved their hand around. To be honest, you were almost glad this whole thing was about to be over, you were tired of (f/n) screeching and waving and you running away. That didn't mean you were any less nervous to be around him. You were just looking forward to getting this over with.
Luka grinned as he walked over, "are you going to run away again (y/n)?"
"No." You muttered and looked at your feet who were urging to sprint in the other direction.
"Wait really?" you could hear shock and was that excitement (?) in his voice, "awesome!"
"(f/n) said you wanted to say something?" you were still forcibly making eye contact with the toes of your shoes.
"Yeah, so um." You heard him laugh nervously, "I think you're really cute (y/n)."
"Eh?" your head shot up to look at him. He didn't look like he was lying, and his face definitely looked a little redder than it normally did. Not that you were obsessively watching his music videos and watching his face whenever he appeared. Cough cough.
"Um," he coughed, "so, would you like to get some ice cream together?"
"Like a- are you? A? Friends? Date? Wha?" you stuttered out. Were you hearing this correctly? Did your celebrity crush just tell you that you were cute and asked you to get ice cream together?
"Yeah like a date." He avoided looking at you and fixated his gaze on the concrete next to you.
"This is the part where you say yes!" you heard a hushed yell behind you and whipped around to see (f/n) hiding in the bushes.
"Wait-how did you get there? When did you get there?"
"Just say yes you dork!"
"Uh," you hesitated and looked back at Luka, "sure."
"Really?" his face brightened as he looked away from the ground back to you.
You smiled, his happiness was contagious, "yeah! I'd like that."
"Do you wanna go now?" he nervously asked.
"Oh! Um, sure! I don't have any plans."
"Cool!" tentatively he reached out a hand to hold yours. Upon realizing this, you clasped your hand within his and then looked away blushing furiously. "You're still adorably shy, aren't you."
"I'm not adorable." You tried to deny.
"Come on, let's go get some ice cream." Luka declared and the two of you walked hand in hand out of school to get some ice cream.
"Woot! Go (y/n)! Go Luka!" the two of you heard (f/n) screaming from behind.
There was a sigh from the other side of the room, followed by fast writing, which was followed by furious scribbling and back to the sigh. This went on for awhile. Sigh. Write. Scribble. Repeat.
“Okay Marc, what’s up?” you spun in your chair to look at your dark haired boyfriend sitting on your bed.
“Writer’s block!” he groaned and face planted.
“Alright, let’s see what Ladybug and Chat Noir are up to. They’ll give you an idea right? What do you call it, they’re your muse?” Marc glumly nodded his head in your blankets and you quickly opened up your computer to see the latest news in France...and nothing. “It looks like they’ve got a day off today.” You smiled, “good for them. It sure must be exhausting, going after villains every day.” You trailed off as you got lost in your thoughts. “Oh! Maybe you could ask Nathaniel for some ideas! Or maybe implement our classmates into your stories! Y’know, like you did with Nathaniel!” you suggested excitedly.
“Most of them have been akumatized,” he mumbled with his face still in your blankets, “so they’ve already made an appearance.”
“I’m sure not all of them have been akumatized.” You got up from your chair and moved to your bed to sit next to him. “So...let’s think here. Alya? No, she’s Lady WiFi. Nino? He’s the Bubbler. Kim! Oh wait, he’s Dark Cupid. Ivan...is Stoneheart. Max! Uh, he’s the Gamer. Mylène! She’s too sweet to be akumatized!” you snapped your fingers as you thought you figured it out.
“Nope.” Marc shook his head, “Horrificator.”
“Darn. Alix? No, she’s Timebreaker. Sabrina? She’s Vanisher, right?” you asked dejectedly and Marc nodded. “Chloe, well, she’s Antibug. Juleka! Ah, no, she’s Reflekta. Rose?” you asked uncertainly.
“Princess Fragrance.”
“Not even the teachers are safe!” you shouted in frustration, “Mr. Damocles is Dark Owl and Miss Bustier is Zombizou! Maybe our school is cursed.” You frowned as you looked at how you lacked the fingers to count all of your friends who’ve been akumatized, “or haunted or something.”
“That’s it!” Marc’s eyes lit up in excitement. Eagerly he began to write down his thoughts, “none of the students would’ve guessed it. The quietest student in the entirety of Collège Françoise Dupont, was Hawk Moth. It was the perfect place to find unsuspecting villains. Middle schoolers were always high in emotions, and those emotions were Hawk Moth’s favorite prey.” You smiled as he started to write happily again, dozens of ideas flying through his brain. You decided to let him work on his story in silence, and you stood up to return to your desk and do your homework. “(y/n)?” Marc stopped writing momentarily to look up at you and you froze to look at him.
“Yeah?”
“You’re my muse.” He smiled before he started to write again.
Summary: Crushing from a far quickly turns into something a bit more than an aimless crush. Strangers to lovers.
You sighed dreamily as you watched Kim exercise in the sunny courtyard below through a window. You were seated at a small table with two chairs on opposite sides with a book open in front of you. The view was just an added bonus. What? You weren’t a stalker. He was in a public place, and so were you, and you were just observing him...yeah….
“Hello? Hey, (y/n). (y/n)!” you jumped and looked up as your best friend (f/n) poked your shoulder. S/he looked down at you with a frown on his/her face.
“Yeah?” you leaned back onto the wall so you could look up at (f/n) a little easier, “what’s up?”
“I should be asking you that.” S/he gestured out the window, “were you stalking Kim again?”
“What?” you gasped, “no way! I was just reading.” You held up the open book that was on the table. (f/n) still looked unamused. “Ugh, fine,” you shut the book that you really had started reading, you just got distracted. “You caught me, now what?”
“Girl,” (f/n) rolled his/her eyes, “pull. Yourself. Together.” S/he clapped his/her hands with every word.
“But it’s love!” you cooed and stood up to dramatically spin like they do in musicals, “it’s everything it’s written like but more!” you held your book close to your chest, “blushing face, racing heart, wanting to be near, constant awe! (f/n),” you grabbed his/her hands, “I’m in love!”
(f/n) pulled his/her hands out of your grasp, “what is this?” s/he asked in disgust, “a musical?”
“Don’t be a grinch,” you whined and spun around happily again, “let me be happy and free!”
“Alright,” (f/n) grabbed your arm to stop you from spinning around and yanked your book out of your hands only to smack you over the head with it.
“Ow,” you frowned and rubbed your head, “rude.”
(f/n) gave you a deadpanned look, “are you done?”
You sighed and heavily sat back down, “you could at least try to be supportive.” You pouted.
(f/n) sat down in the chair across from you, “staring at him from afar and making the world a musical is not going to help.”
“It’s better than anything you’ve suggested,” you frowned.
“Actually,” (f/n) took out his/her phone and unlocked it, “that’s why I needed to get your attention.” S/he put the phone on the table, spun it 180 degrees so it was facing you, and pushed it towards you. “I’ve got something for you.”
You picked up the phone to look at the text on the screen, it seemed to be a schedule of some sorts, and it was full of exercises. Definitely not (f/n)’s schedule, and you could connect the dots. You looked up from the screen and gave (f/n) an even look, “you’re even more of a stalker than me.”
(f/n)’s face flushed a bit at being called a stalker, “actually, Max gave it to me.” S/he said as s/he took back his/her phone.
“And...what do you want me to do with this information?” you looked at (f/n) in confusion.
“Meet up with him and declare your undying love.” (f/n) shrugged.
You nearly shrieked, “that’s not how it works! That never happens in real life! That only happens in stories!”
(f/n) smirked at you, “and staring at him from afar is definitely going to work.”
“Ugh,” you groaned and shoved your face into your hands, “it at least makes me less of a fool than your plan.”
(f/n) looked unconvinced, “right, because you’re the master at being subtle. I could see you watching him from down the hall.” You face-desked. “Listen, I’ve actually got a plan.”
You slid your face so you could see (f/n) but your head was still resting on the table, “alright, shoot.”
“You want him to like you back, right?” you merely glared at (f/n) with a look that you hoped said ‘obviously.’ “So, you can either A) be around him a lot more so that he notices you, B) totally manipulate the heck out of him and condition him to smile every time you’re around him, or C) just be blunt about it. Who knows, maybe he likes you too.”
“You’re ridiculous.” You deadpanned.
(f/n) scoffed, “rude.”
“The first plan sounds the most reasonable, though I am curious what does that second plan mean.”
“Offer him his favorite candy every time you see each other,” (f/n) shrugged, “then he’ll associate you with his favorite candy.”
You shook your head, “you are strange. All right, give me the details of plan A.”
(f/n) showed you his/her phone again, “okay, this is the path that Kim takes on his way home. If you just walk along the same path to this point,” (f/n) pointed to a spot on the map which was near a big intersection, but still pretty close to where Kim’s home was, “and turn back towards your house, you’re bound to bump into each other at some point. Also, if you’re just half a block in front of him, he’ll probably notice you, and you won’t seem like a stalker at the same time.”
You nodded, “okay. It’s not in the complete opposite direction of my house, so I can get behind that.”
“Here,” (f/n) took a screenshot of his/her phone and there was a notification sound from your phone, “I sent it to you, so you know where to go.”
You nodded, “sounds like a plan.”
(f/n) took another quick look down at his/her phone, “oh! School’s almost out, you better pack up so you can be there before Kim.”
You jumped to your feet, “okay! Thanks (f/n)!” you shouted and ran to your lockers to pack up your stuff. You hastily spun your combination into your lock and it clicked open. Once you were inside, you shoved everything that you needed into your bag and zipped it shut, and not a moment too soon. The moment you slammed your locker shut the bell rang, and you zipped out of the school. You looked down at your phone to see the map and made your way through the streets of Paris. You had only gone a couple of blocks away from the school when you heard your name get called out. You looked up from your phone and observed your surroundings, behind you, Kim was waving an arm to get your attention as he ran up to you. You felt your face flush, (f/n)’s plan was going a little better than you had anticipated. “Hi Kim!” you smiled.
“I didn’t know you went this route.” He noted and the two of you continued walking at a leisurely pace.
“Oh, uh,” you frantically tried to think up an excuse, “probably because I normally get out of school late.” That was a lie, you didn’t have any after school activities, and you desperately hoped Kim didn’t know.
“Ah,” Kim nodded and you breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t catch your lie.
“So, how have you been?” you asked trying to make some small talk.
“I’ve been good, you?” he answered simply.
“I’ve been good too.” You replied and it was awkwardly silent again.
The two of you walked down an entire block before Kim spoke up, “do you have any plans later today?”
You shook your head, “other than homework, no.” You looked up to meet his eyes, “you?”
“Nothing much.” He shrugged, “wanna catch a movie?” your heart lurched. Was he asking you on a date? Today? The two of you had just started talking maybe ten minutes earlier! Maybe he was just being friendly? No, that wouldn’t make sense. But a movie? Isn’t that a cliched first date? Did he know you liked him? Did he like you? You didn’t even think he knew of your existence. Maybe he does know you like him! And he’s just trying to be nice! What if he’s just getting your hopes up only to accidentally crush them! “Uh, (y/n)?” a hand waved in front of your face and you broke out of your stupor.
“Uh, yeah?” you asked, your voice had jumped a couple octaves.
“What do you say?”
“It’s a weekday.” You dumbly stated.
Kim awkwardly laughed, “yeah, you’re right. How about Friday?”
Your brain almost imploded, “sure.”
Kim smiled and you could’ve sworn it lit up the whole street, “great!”
His smile was infectious and you couldn’t help but smile back, “yeah! Sounds like a plan.”
Kim stopped walking and you stopped as well, “here’s my stop.” He smiled, “thanks for walking with me.”
Your face heated up as you realized you missed your place to turn, “uh, yeah! Thank you for walking with me too!” you nearly stuttered.
“I’ll see you around!” Kim waved and entered his home. You waved back and hurried down the rest of the street so you could make a wide u-turn and go back to your own home.
...
“So...how’d it go?” (f/n) asked from the phone. As soon as you got home, you immediately picked up your phone to call him/her.
You nearly screeched, “what was- what did- you- I-”
“Woah (y/n),” you paused your frantic stuttering for a moment, “what happened?”
“That’s what I should be asking you!”
“What?”
There was a deep, almost suffering, breath from the other side of the phone, “what happened? You’re the one that experienced it.”
“Did you set anything up?”
There was a scoff on the other side of the line, “like?”
“I think he just asked me out on a date!” you yelled.
There was a pause, “are you serious?”
“So you didn’t do it!”
“No!” you could almost imagine (f/n) rolling his/her eyes, “you knew everything I knew!” You shrieked, the emotions from the past events coming to the front of your mind as you started to recall and digest what had just happened. “What happened? What happened?” (f/n) asked worriedly.
“He asked me to go to the movies this weekend!” you squealed.
“I can’t believe this!” (f/n) sounded shocked. There was a pause, and it sounded like (f/n) was smiling into the phone, “wow, dumb luck. Ladybug must be looking out for you.”
“How does that even make sense?” you asked incredulously, “Ladybug? She’s not cupid.”
“Okay,” you heard (f/n) relent, “you’re right, then a ladybug must’ve been in the area. It must’ve given you some luck!”
“But what do I do? Do I try to talk to him at school tomorrow?” you gasped and fell face first on your bed, “what am I going to tell my parents?”
“First thing, yes, talk to him at school you dolt!” (f/n) scolded.
“It was an honest question!” you shouted in response, “you know me! If I didn’t ask you that question now, I wouldn’t have talked to him at all!”
(f/n) laughed, “you’re not wrong.”
“You’re so supportive,” you grumbled sarcastically.
“Just say hi to him when you see him,” (f/n) told you nonchalantly, “and no more stalking him from afar!”
“It’s so much easier to do that though,” you whined, “then I won’t fear making myself look like a fool!”
(f/n) groaned, “muster up the courage and do it, there’s nothing to fear. He’s a person, just like you.”
“Another person who just so happens to be incredibly hot.” You muttered under your breath.
“Yeah, sure.” (f/n) agreed, “and as for what to tell your parents, just say the two of us are doing a thing.”
“Will you come?” you blurted out.
“No.” (f/n) answered without any hesitation.
You gaped, “what? Why? I need you there!”
“That’s just weird (y/n),” (f/n) responded. “One, he asked you to go, not me. Two, I’d just be third wheeling and no way am I putting myself through that. Three, do you want him to see you as an awkward dork?”
“But I am,” you whined quietly.
“You’ve got this,” (f/n) told you confidently, “I’ve got to go, I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school!”
“Bye!” you barely managed to get in before (f/n) hung up. “What am I going to do?” you wailed.
…
You and (f/n) were standing in front of the steps to the school waiting for Kim. Well, more specifically, you were waiting for Kim. (f/n) was there because you made him/her stay. “Do I look okay?” you asked worriedly as you patted your hair down.
“You look lovely,” (f/n) told you sincerely.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure,” (f/n) rolled his/her eyes.
“Positive?”
“Yes (y/n)!”
“One hundred percent certain?” you continued to prod.
(f/n) grabbed you by the shoulders, “I am one hundred percent certain you look lovely. If he doesn’t like you because of how you look, then he’s not the guy for you.”
“I’m not sure if that was a backhanded compliment?” you looked at (f/n) in confusion.
Neither of you noticed Kim come up to the two of you until you heard, “hi (y/n), (f/n).”
You jumped and let out a shriek of surprise, “Kim!”
He grinned, “that’s my name. Ready to go?”
You froze. Were you? Were you ready to go on a potential date (you didn’t have the guts to confirm with him if it was a date or not, and he never clarified) with your long time crush? “Of course (pronoun of choice) is,” (f/n) smiled and shoved you closer to him, “have fun you two!” s/he waved as s/he left.
“Do you have any movie that you want to watch?” Kim asked as the two of you walked down the street towards the closest movie theater.
“Um, I don’t know what they’re showing right now.” You answered honestly.
“Avengers: Endgame is showing, have you seen it yet?” Kim questioned as the two of you waited at an intersection for the light to turn.
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t mind seeing it again!” you smiled, Marvel movies were always awesome, even though your heart couldn’t take it.
Kim gave a small fist pump, “Avengers it is!” As the two of you were waiting, Kim took the chance to grasp your hand. You felt your face flush and you shyly turned away from him, but gave a light squeeze, letting him know it was all right. The light turned and the two of you crossed the street. “No spoilers, all right?” Kim grinned at you.
“I would never!” you gasped, “that just ruins it!”
“I’ve heard it’s painful,” Kim mused as the two of you continued your walk through Paris, “would you agree with that statement?”
You winced, “don’t make me cry before we see it!”
Kim held his hands up in surrender, “noted.”
The two of you left the theater sobbing.
“Well, that was…”
“Just as sad as it was the first time I watched it,” you cried.
“Do you maybe, want to catch another movie sometime?” Kim questioned sheepishly.
You stopped your crying for a moment, “are you...asking me on another date?”
Kim looked sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck, “yes?”
The Color in My Life [Marc Anciel X Blind!GN! Reader]
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Marc Anciel x GN! Reader
Warnings: None
“Ladybug and Chat Noir danced proudly towards Frightingale.” You listened in happy silence as the boy next to you recounted the story of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s last fight. You loved listening to his voice and just basking in his wonderful presence. “Their steps were in perfect harmony as they drove her back. Panicked, she flailed her way backwards, whipping her fluorescent pink whip back and forth in an attempt to stop them, but that didn’t stop Paris’ superheroes. Without missing a beat, they knocked her off her feet. In a last attempt to get away, Frightingale ran into the building where Clara Nightingale had hosted auditions earlier that day. Littering the wide room were pink statues of frozen people, stuck in positions of fear. Frightingale angrily shouted at them, calling them cheaters, but when did that ever stop Ladybug and Chat Noir? Seamlessly, they ran at her and got her wand, Chat Noir’s cataclysm disintegrating it into black dust. A small white butterfly emerged from it, and it was over. In sync, the two superheros shouted “Miraculous Ladybug!” and all of Paris was saved.”
“You’re such a good story teller Marc.” You gushed in the direction where you heard his voice.
Marc laughed nervously, “no I’m not. I was just telling you what happened.”
“But you recounted it wonderfully!” you argued, “it was almost like I was there. Your words are magical. You should totally share it! I’ve heard that there are websites where you could post your writing!”
“Oh no no, I couldn’t do that.” He immediately disregarded your idea.
You frowned, “why not?”
“My stories aren’t that good.” He answered without missing a beat, but his voice seemed to ooze self-doubt.
“Nonsense! Your writing is amazing!” you couldn’t understand why he didn’t believe you, “why do you doubt yourself?”
Marc sounded rather dejected as he told you, “you’re only telling me they’re good because you’re my friend.”
You gasped and felt a little hurt, “I would never! You’re the best writer in the entire school!”
“Hey guys!” you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder and Marinette’s voice.
“Marinette! Tell me, are Marc’s stories awesome?” you were happy that the kind girl was there. She’d help your case.
“To be honest, I’m not sure” she replied hesitantly, “Marc’s never let me read his writing.”
“Wait really?” you swiveled your head around since Marinette was on one side of you and Marc was on the other, “how many people have read your writing?”
“Just you” He mumbled, “and technically you never read my writing.”
You gasped good naturedly, “rude!” Marc quietly laughed. “But I’m flattered,” you told him seriously.
“I have an idea!” Marinette declared excitedly, “you guys should come over to the art room!”
You weren’t too fond of that idea, and you made it heard, “I don’t know Marinette. Art and me? I wouldn’t be able to appreciate it.”
“Not all of it is visual!” Marinette told you, “there are students in there who are writing music!”
You thought it over, “maybe. What do you think Marc?”
“Sure, why not?” he answered unenthusiastically.
“Maybe you’ll let me finally read your writing, and then I can answer your question (y/n)!” Marinette suggested.
“Yeah, I don’t know.” He sighed, sounding unconvinced, “maybe.”
“Awesome” Marinette cheered, “see you guys later then!” You heard her footsteps fading away and knew she had left.
“Hey Marc, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You told him kindly. You heard his lack of enthusiasm, and didn’t want to force him to doing anything. Especially since he seemed uncertain about his work, “but I do think it’d be a good experience. You can be with other artists!”
“You think so?” he asked, still sounding unsure.
“I’ll be right next to you,” you told him gently, “if that helps.” You added hastily.
“Oh no no,” you heard his voice raise in alarm, “you don’t have to come. Like you said, you wouldn’t really be able to appreciate the art.”
“It’s no problem!” you grinned, “I can listen to the music!” There was a pause and Marc still seemed unconvinced, “don’t worry about me. You’re always narrating to me what happens in the world, at least let me try and pay you back by supporting you all the way!”
“Okay.” Marc agreed.
“Shall we go then?” you asked, “or do you want to wait?”
“Let’s go.” There was the sound of rustling, and you guessed that Marc stood up, “Marinette invited us, so we should go sooner than later.”
“Sounds good!” you smiled. You grabbed the white cane that was laying on the seat next to you, and stood up. “Lead the way!”
Your cane swept back in forth in front of you to make sure you didn’t run into anything, while Marc walked next to you letting you know when to turn left or right and when you approached the stairs.
“Am I really the only person who’s read your writing?” you asked in awe as the two of you walked through the school.
“Yeah.” He answered quietly.
“Wow,” it took you a moment to take in the new information, “I feel special.” You felt your cheeks heat up, but you didn’t know why.
“That’s because you are.” Marc’s voice had a smile in it.
“I just, wow.” You had no words to describe the fluffy feeling inside of you. If only you had Marc’s prowess over the English language, maybe you would have been able to say something more riveting than ‘wow’.
It was silent between the two of you, except for the light taps your cane made on the ground, “it’s because I trust you.”
“Thank you Marc.” You smiled, “I trust you too.”
Marc didn’t seem done with his small monologue and continued, “and it started with just telling you about the news of the day, and I guess, I just started telling you my original stories.” He trailed off into silence, sounding like he started berating himself in his head at the end of his sentence.
“Y’know,” Marc’s silence made it seem like he was lost in his head again, “if you didn’t tell me before, I would’ve thought that your original stories were just news. They sound so realistic and like I’m in the moment.” You paused, then continued, “I’m really happy you’re in my life Marc. If I could see, I’d say that you made my life more colorful and brighter.” You smiled.
Marc faltered, “I, do you mean it?” he sounded breathless.
“Of course! Why would I lie to you?” you were confused, why was he breathless? It wasn’t like the two of you were doing anything physically exerting.
“Because,” there was a pause and a shaky breath, “you’ve made my life colorful as well. You are the highlighter that colored my world.” You didn’t realize that the two of you had stopped walking and couldn’t help but gape at him. “Oh no, I said something weird didn’t I?” Marc’s voice started to sound anxious, “I’m sorry (y/n), that was weird.”
“No, Marc!” you were worried that he was going to leave so you reached forward in an attempt to grab something. Lucky for you, you were able to grab a part of his hoodie. “That was just, beautiful. I, don’t know what to say.” You took a deep breath and refocused yourself, “are you getting a warm, fuzzy feeling inside your stomach? Or is that just something bad I ate earlier?”
“Yeah, I’m getting the fuzzy feeling too.” He murmured.
“Do you, know what it means?” you questioned in shock. What was this new feeling?
Marc hesitated, “I think, that’s how people describe love.”
“Love?” the word seemed so foreign to you. You never thought that you loved Marc, but as you thought about it, you could understand. You were always happy when you were near him, he was the highlight of your day, and, if he were to suddenly leave, you would probably be devastated. “Marc, I think I love you.”
He took your hand off of his sweater and held it within his hands, “I think I love you too.”
