How to not be a Movie Star

It was a sunny, and lazy Sunday morning. Adrien was in his room surfing the web on his computer, while Plagg was laying comfortably on the couch, watching the news. Adrien didn't have to go back to auditions until tomorrow. And still wasn't too thrilled about it.

"Plagg," Adrien suddenly said, remembering their conversation from yesterday.

"Huh?"

"How do you know about internet acronyms? I never see you on a computer."

"I have a blog," Plagg replied, nonchalantly, "It's getting pretty popular."

"I don't want to ask, but why?"

"You know how I sleep all day?"

"Yeah?"

"It's because I use your computer all night to manage my blog. I'm pretty popular."

Adrien chuckled and opened up the history tab, "I don't see any traces of you or your blog on here."

Plagg floated over with a yawn and looked over his food source's shoulder, "That's because I use chrome. I can't believe you use internet explorer."

Adrien didn't reply to his kwami and opened up Google Chrome, then clicked on the history tab, "You have a blog on Tumblr?" Adrien asked curiously, "Can I check it out?"

"Sure thing, but you have to follow me."

"I don't have a Tumblr account."

"Of course you don't."

The internet novice clicked on the link to Tumblr and was taken to Plagg's blog, "Plaggapus42069? Really? I didn't know you were in to that."

"In to what?"

"You know, 420…"

"Huh?"

"Like… weed."

"It's my birthdate."

"Oh! Uh… Forget what I said," Adrien stuttered, "What year is that?"

"1969."

"I thought you'd be older than that."

"B.C."

"Right," Adrien replied, still a bit flustered from before, "Hey, you have no followers! You're not popular at all!"

"I'm popular to myself and that's all that matters."

The pair jumped in surprise as a chair hit the bedroom window. Luckily, it didn't break the bullet proof glass that Mr. Agreste had put in. You can never be too overprotective, right? Adrien and Plagg rushed to the window to see what seems like a teenage girl floating in the air shooting laser beams at everyone in sight. Adrien watched as the girl, who he assumed was akumatized, shot a beam at a couple who were making out. Soon after the beam hit them, they were fighting and screaming at each other.

"Plagg!"

"I know."

"Transform!"

After being shot at a couple of times, Cat Noir decided that this was the worst aim he's ever seen a super villain have.

"Are you aiming at me, or those specks of dust behind me?" Cat Noir teased.

"No more! No more people making fun of me! Once I change everyone's personality to the the opposite of who they are, no one will be making fun of me anymore!"

"Careful, Cat Noir! I think she was rejected from the auditions for the movie about us yesterday. She's looking for a guy, Karl. She calls herself The Pretender," A familiar voice said from a rooftop above him.

"Oohh, I like that song," Cat Noir said.

Ladybug was confused for a second, then realized what he was talking about, "What? Oh, the Foo Fighters?" A laser beam barely missed Ladybug by a hair, "No time for that now, Lucky Charm!"

Marinette always knew she was an unlucky person. She felt it was ironic how the unluckiest person in the world turned into a superhero whose power was the power of luck. I would have made more sense to her if she got Cat Noir's miraculous instead since the black cat was the symbol of bad luck. So when her lucky charm turned out to be a golf ball, she started to question her powers. She knew her lucky charm always worked out in the end, but it was sort of annoying how none of them ever made sense. Ladybug looked around at her surroundings planning on what to do. She saw that The Pretender was laughing at her weapon and Cat Noir was waiting for her to come up with a plan.

"It can't be that simple," She said out loud, "But hey, if this works…"

She threw the golf ball right at The Pretender's head, expecting her to dodge it easily since they were pretty far apart. The Pretender stared at the golf ball and didn't move as if she were a deer in headlights. The golf ball struck her in the forehead and knocked out the villain that was bad at being a villain.

"I'd be that angry too if I was that bad at everything," Cat Noir commented.

Ladybug walked over to the passed out akumatized girl warily. If she learned anything from being a superhero, it was to expect the worst case scenario. The Pretender didn't wake up and Ladybug was able to purify the corrupted butterfly just like that. Ladybug found the golf ball next to the fighting couple and threw it in the air, "Miraculous Ladybug!' she yelled, and everything went back to normal. Well, not much damage was done. The only things that were fixed was the chair that flew in to Adrien's window and the fighting couple that immediately went back to making out.

"Don't you think that was a bit too easy?" Cat Noir asked, walking towards Ladybug, with his staff hung over his shoulder.

"I guess Hawkmoth doesn't like working on Sundays either," Ladybug joked, "I didn't know you liked the Foo Fighters."

"We never talk about our personal lives because you don't wanna, but yeah, I like them."

"Our secret identities should never be revealed, not even-"

"To each other, you say that at least once a week," Cat Noir finished, "But, my Lady, if I were to de-transform right now in front of you, you would know who I am whether you wanted to or not."

"You wouldn't," Ladybug stated.

"Try me," Cat Noir smirked.

"Not today," Ladybug said as she was already flinging herself on to another rooftop.

"Not today, but someday," Cat Noir said to himself as he watched her practically fly away.


Yes, Plaggapus42069 is a real blog on Tumblr. I thought it would be funny.

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