Y/N slowly walked up the front porch steps of Scott’s house with a duffle bag on each shoulder and rolling two suitcases in her hands. She was soaked from head to toe. She had walked in the pouring rain from her house to her alpha’s. She was cold and numb, but that didn’t faze her. She was too concerned about what had just happened, her parents kicked her out of the house after she told them she was pregnant.
She stared at the front door as her mind replayed what happened just an hour ago.
“Get out!” Her mother yelled.
“You are a disgrace to this family!” Her father added.
“No daughter of mine would be stupid enough to open her legs for some stupid boy!” Her mother yelled as she started pulling out Y/N’s bags to pack her stuff and leave.
“I’m sorry, mom!” Y/N yelled back with tears in her eyes. She knew they wouldn’t throw her a party when she told them the news, but this wasn’t even remotely close to what she had expected from them.
“Are you planning on keeping it?” Her mother asked.
Y/N was at a loss for words. She hadn’t even thought about what she was going to do. She thought after she talked to Liam, she would figure out what to do next, but with him out of the picture, she didn’t have an answer to her mother’s question.
“If you don’t get an abortion or give this baby up for adoption, you’re not welcome here,” Y/N’s dad said.
“Either way, we’re not having our pregnant teenaged daughter living in our house,” her mother said before she walked away, leaving Y/N in tears.
Chat Noir studied the unmistakable figure moving quietly
through his darkened room, and wondered why in the world she’d come here after
patrol rather than going home. “You do
know that breaking and entering is a crime, don’t you Ladybug?”
gasped, spinning away from his desk. “Wait,
Chat? I thought you were—never mind. What are you doing here?”
“I li-iiike to stop by and say hello every once in a while.” Chat kicked himself for the near slip, and
came farther into the room to lean negligently against the back of his white
couch, his arms crossed over his chest. “What
are you doing here?”
“I just…wanted to check on him.” She clasped her hands together and looked
around the room nervously, avoiding his gaze.
“I was worried about him, after today, but he’s not here.”
Chat felt warmth bloom in his chest, knowing that she’d been
concerned for him. “He’s fine. I uh, saw him earlier.” In the
mirror, he added silently.
“Oh,” she said to her toes.
“Are you two friends, then?”
Chat snickered. “You
could say that.”
“Do you think he’d mind, if I waited here for him to get
back?” She finally met his eyes, and he
saw to his surprise that she was blushing.
“I’d—I’d really like to see for myself, that he’s okay.”
The warm feeling grew, and he found himself smiling stupidly
at her. Ladybug cared about him!
Then it hit him that ‘Adrien’ was home, but he couldn’t tell her that without also telling her something
she’d made clear she didn’t want to know.
His smile faded, and he put a hand to the back of his head, trying to
think his way out of the conundrum.
“Chat? I guess you think
I should just go, then.” She kicked at
the floor, sighing glumly.
No! He didn’t want
her to go! But she’d given him the
perfect out, one that didn’t require any creative lying; he just had to let her
believe that ‘Adrien’ wouldn’t want to see her.
He couldn’t do it.
“Ah, no, not exactly…”
She looked at him curiously, and he continued. “I don’t think he’d mind, really but uh…it’s
“I could explain it, but it would require me to explain his
relationship to me, and you might learn more about me than you really want to
know.” He hesitated, trying to gauge her
reaction, but there wasn’t much he could glean from her wide-eyed expression. “Like, a lot
“Oh my god,” she breathed.
“How did I never see it before?”
Merde, was that…disappointment? Chat’s eyes blew wide in panic, and he stepped
forward to grip her shoulders, and peer into her eyes. “Hey, I’m still me, you know? Nothing is going to change, right?”
“I mean, of course you’re still you. But…all this time. All of the flirting and the drama and—and the
puns! It was all just a smoke screen!”
“And Adrien…no wonder he never looked twice at me. He was into you!”
Chat let his arms fall, and stepped back to frown at
her. “Uh, Ladybug, I think—”
“Oh Chaton, you should have just told me. There is nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t care what your sexuality is, and neither should anyone else.”
“I mean, I’m bi! How
could I possibly mind that you’re gay?”
“LADYBUG! I’m not–that’s not what this is about!”
She wrinkled her nose in confusion. “Then what were you talking about?”
“This! Plagg, claws
Ladybug stared at him in consternation, her mouth opening
and closing repeatedly, like a fish. “Well,
that explains a lot,” she finally muttered, plopping down at the end of his
He walked over and tipped her chin up with his hand, a small
smile playing around his mouth. “And for
the record my lady, I’m bi too.”
Shout out to the “small fat” women. The women who are too big for “regular” sizes and too small for plus sizes. The women who feel like they don’t belong in either group and feel left out of body positive movements. You are gorgeous! ❤