Marinette and Chat Noir set a date - they were going to share some serious secrets! But then a stunt of Marinette’s (one of a long line of pranks exchanged in the ongoing MariChat Prank Challenge) rubs Chat the wrong way and he decides to pull the Prank of Pranks on his unsuspecting girlfriend in the midst of his reveal.
them remembered how it had actually started and after that crazy year it wasn’t
really that important. It turned out Marinette had quite a competitive streak
in her, one that rivaled only Chat’s own. Thus the ongoing prank contest that
had begun somewhere around June last year.
When it was
Chat’s turn, he would sneak up on her at night and draw a mustache and a beard on
her face with a waterproof mascara.
in turn would photoshop Chat’s pictures giving him a squint, altering his
hairdo (he always knew he would look great in pigtails or with purple hair) or
changing the color of his eyes (he actually liked the pink ones).
that disgrace Chat would then release spiders in her room and wait on the
balcony to savor all the squeals.
return the favor by gluing a sheet of paper to his back when he was leaving her
place – and on the sheet she would write things like ‘Leonardo DiCATrio‘ or
‘Paw-lease, kick me’. Sometimes he didn’t even realize she’d done it, until his
pictures would appear on Ladyblog (because of course she hinted Alya every
If the pun
was purrrticularly pawsome Chat felt generous enough to make the next prank a
pleasant surprise. Like that time when he had filled Marinette’s locker with thirty
plush Chat Noirs. On the next occasion instead of plushies he used sweets,
burying his unsuspecting girlfriend up to her neck in her favorite Ladybug
jellies. He enjoyed pulling stunts like that in public the most – unbeknownst
to Marinette he was able to watch her reaction from up close because she didn’t
have a clue as to Chat Noir’s identity.
say this was a strange custom, but it worked for Chat and Marinette. Somehow it
was ‘their thing’, since there was a ‘they’ anyway. Oftentimes they would lie
side by side on Mari’s chaise arguing whose joke was better, chuckling and
giggling and cuddling. And neither of them minded or felt offended. On the
contrary they both could appreciate a particularly funny or inventive trick.
of May was supposed to be special. Last time Marinette told him she needed to confess
something important, but asked for a few days to prepare herself mentally. It
had to be big, because his girlfriend usually wasn’t that nervous or agitated.
Chat declared he would reciprocate with a secret of his own, the secret in fact. To his surprise
Marinette agreed. There would be no more secrets between them, she would
finally know who he was under the mask. They had set the date, kissed their
goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Bright colors were the first thing I noticed as I walked through the cracked wooden door. It was unexpected and I observed my surroundings. I was in a small room. There weren’t any walls, but instead large tapestries of various colors hung from white poles. One of the tapestries was pulled ever so slightly to the side and I could just see people busying themselves on the other side. Carnival music filled my ears and the sounds of the trumpets and pianos was almost too cheerful sounding to the point where it was eerie.
I was laying in my double bed
with my small cat, Carmichael curled up at my feet reading a romance
novel. I peeked up from the book to
glance at the yellow alarm clock across from me on my bureau. In blinding red numbers, it read 11:23. I yawned once and pulled my floral duvet a
little snugger coming back to the enticing novel.
Just as I was getting to the good part, the music
started. Then the thumping
footsteps. Then the loud, drunken
singing. The neighbors above me did this
every few weekends. I looked at the
clock and it read 12:15. Always around
the same time. They seemed to tire
themselves out though and were usually quiet or asleep by 1:30. I’ve never gone and complained to them about
being so loud, but I might have to tonight.
I have a job interview in the morning for a positioning
doing marketing for a band. Living in
LA, there were bands everywhere and they were always looking for representation
and consultants. The band that I would
be working with is called Black Veil Brides.
Waiting for the music and drunken antics to end, I pulled my laptop from
the other side of my bed to where I was sat and put down my novel. I put on some of the band’s music and popped
in my headphones. I then pulled up Pinterest
and went scrolling away.
I woke up a while later to see my alarm clock displaying
3:05 in those same bright red numbers. I
searched for the source of what woke me up and was met with the cheers of the
upstairs neighbors. The headphones had
fallen from ears after falling asleep and all I could hear was the loud noises
coming from upstairs. And with that, I
was faced with a choice. I could either
try to fall back asleep, even though I was now wide awake, or I could go
upstairs and face the loud neighbors and ask them to quiet down. I laid on my bed a while longer, debating and
weighing my options and with a loud crash from the ceiling, I knew my decision
was made for me.
I hoisted myself up and threw on my slippers. I was wearing a loose Motley Crue tee and
plaid pajama pants. My hair was a
tangled mess, so I threw it up into a pony tail. Grabbing my phone, I headed for the door to
go plead with the neighbors. I glanced
at the clock on my way out and it read 3:14.
I climbed the stairs to the foreign floor of my building
to the apartment above mine, 33C. I
approached the door, tugging on my tee and readjusted my thick glasses. I knocked as loud as I could to try and
overpower the raucous laughter. As soon
as I had, the noises stopped short and from the other side I could hear “Dammit
CC it’s probably a neighbor or the cops, I told you to be quieter!” I held in a
smile and waited for someone to open the door.
I heard a loud rumble of steps and then the door was quickly flung open and
I was met with five attractive men staring me down.
“Hi, can we help you? You aren’t a cop right?” The one on
the far side asked. He had long black
hair, well they all did, but his eyes were a piercing blue. I smiled and let a chuckle slip out.
I’m not a cop. I live below you guys and
was wondering if you wouldn’t mind quieting down? I have a big job interview in the morning.” I
explained, trying not to sound to cross.
yeah of course, sorry about that, we’ll settle down. Good luck with your interview!” the one with
brownish hair called as they shut the door with a wave. I trudged back down the stairs to my
apartment, 22C, and crawled back in to bed.
I was then lulled to sleep by the quiet.
Waking up after only 3 and half hours of sleep was miserable. I woke up around seven to my blaring alarm
and quickly showered and changed into a red pencil skirt, black and white
striped top, and black blazer. I wore my
hair up in a bun and threw on some sandals, rushing to get out the door on
Pulling into the lot of the studio the clock read 8:53,
meaning I was running a tad on the late side for my 9:00 interview. I climbed out of my car, tugging my skirt
down and making sure I looked alright. I
grabbed my yellow purse and made my way into the building. I opened the door in a rush walking up to the
“Hi, I have an interview for the marketing position for
Black Veil Brides.” I said as politely as I could muster.
“YOU!” I heard and spun around. I was faced with the five boys from last
night, “Why are you here?” The one I can only assume is their front man
“I’m interviewing to work for Black Veil Brides as a
marketing consultant” I said backing off and wondering why they were here.
“Well clearly you aren’t much of a fan then, hi, I’m Andy
Biersack, and we’re Black Veil Brides.”
Harry and you had planned to go out clubbing for the night. One of Harry’s friends was hosting a party at one of the clubs near the flat you and Harry had been sharing for the last couple of months.
You were almost ready to go, having done your makeup, a simple black eyeliner with a little bit of gold and a nude pinkish lipstick. You then curl your hair and put half of it up with a hair-tie. It was simple, but this would do. Harry was sitting on the couch watching some football and growing impatient.
“I’m almost done, babe!” You shout from the bedroom as you try to curl your hair faster.
“It’s alright, take your time.” Harry says. But you knew if you took any longer he’d probably fall asleep as he usually does.
After you finally finish your hair, you slip into a halter top romper, and black ankle boot heels. You look in the mirror, apply some more lipstick and walk out the door towards the living room.
You catch a sleepy Harry with his eyes almost closing as the TV watches him, instead of it being the other way around. He yawns and you smile to yourself. Harry was wearing a black shirt which was opened down revealing most of his chest and make him look too sexy for words. He was also wearing a black blazer with his black/white striped pants. He looked way too good to be real.
“I’m ready!” You say, waking him up a little bit. “If you’re tired, we can stay here instead, babe.”
Harry looks up at you, and he seems a little stunned. He’s at a loss for words.
“No way! You look absolutely gorgeous,” he says while getting up to go over to you.
Harry takes a hold of your hand, and makes you do a little spin, while admiring the beauty that’s right in front of him.
“Boy, am I lucky.” He says with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Oh stop it, baby. Let’s get going, we don’t wanna be late..Which we already are” You say, trying to hide the blush in your cheeks.
“Are you blushing?” Harry says, noticing right away.
You quickly reject his stupid remark and walk away while smiling. Harry was smiling too, walking closely behind you while intertwining his hand with yours. You couldn’t believe that after all the time you’d been dating, he still had this effect on you. He still gave you butterflies.
You both then get into the car that was waiting for you outside the apartment. Harry had offered to drive, but then he realized that you’d both be drinking way too much so it was best to just get a car. When you arrive, the party is in full swing, people come over to greet Harry and you and the drinks start coming your way. You decide to let loose and have some drinks, and Harry did too. You were downing shots, dancing and sometimes sneaking a few kisses all over the place. It got pretty sloppy quickly between the two of you. But it didn’t matter because you were having a good time. And then out of nowhere, you get the brilliant idea of getting a tattoo.
“Harry, I want a tattoo!” You shout over the beat of the music that clouded the whole room.
“What?!” Harry half-shouted into your ear. You weren’t sure if he didn’t hear what you said or if he was in shock of the words that came out of your mouth.
“I Want A Tattoo!” You shout again while pointing to one of his tattoos on his arm. You didn’t know if it was the liquor in your system or whether you really wanted a tattoo, but you went with it anyway.
“Are you sure??” Harry looks into your eyes, and you nodded with a hopeful gleam in your eyes.
“Let’s go get tattoos!” He says while laughing.
“Yes!” You shout and run away from the dance floor to get into a car and go to the nearest tattoo shop.
Shortly after getting the tattoo, you hop back into the car to go home. Harry had joined you and gotten one too. You stare and your bandage next to Harry’s and can’t stop giggling.
“Why are you laughing, babe?” Harry questions your weird giggling fit.
“We just got tattoos!” You exclaim, which makes Harry laugh.
You were too happy and excited from the high of drinking and partying, that soon enough you and Harry were having a steamy, make out session in the back of the cab. You found yourself on top of Harry laps while he grabbed your bum. Your hand was getting tangled in his curls while the other held on to his cheek. You started kissing his jaw and his neck. He couldn’t wait to get home to strip you from that romper that was far too short and far too revealing, but drove him crazy. When you finally get home, Harry fumbles to find the keys in his pocket to open the door. You can’t keep your hands off of each other.
After dropping them a couple of times, he finally manages to open the door. You both start stripping leaving pieces of clothing on the path to the bedroom. While taking off his pants, Harry trips and falls which makes you both burst into a fit of giggles. But then continue kissing and holding each other.
Before reaching the bed, Harry picks you up and you wrap your legs around Harry’s waist while still kissing. Your hand reaches into his hair and he grabs your cheeks, while whispering “I love you so much” on your lips. Then after fooling around for a bit, you both feel exhausted and sleepy, so you cuddle up to Harry, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head onto his chest. He wraps his arms around you while stroking your spine softly. He places lazy kisses on the top of your head until you both fall into a blissful sleep.
The next morning, you wake up with an aching head, a bitter taste in your mouth and a sting on your left forearm near your wrist. You lift the bandage up to reveal a tiny little arrow pointing outwards.
Oh no no no.
You reach over to Harry’s side to find an empty bed. Harry must have woken before you. You go over the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth and then head into the kitchen. The smell of bacon fills the air, along with the sound of pans and bowls shuffling around. You walk slowly around the corner and find Harry trying to make cook some breakfast. He looks adorable concentrating on mixing the pancake batter.
You sneak up to him and almost made him drop the bowl.
“Oh, I’m sorry babe!”
“Good morning, love. I didn’t know you were awake, I wanted to surprise with breakfast in bed.”
“Aw that’s so sweet, Harry. Sorry I ruined the surprise.” You say while kissing his cheek.
“That’s alright, babe. Now we can enjoy breakfast together.” He says while kissing you back, but on the lips.
You help him finish breakfast and pour some orange juice for the both of you. When you’re all settled down at the breakfast bar, enjoying the delicious pancakes and bacon that Harry cooked for you. You decide to bring up the blurry events from the night before. You can’t really remember much.
“So do you remember what happened last night?” You break the silence while showing him your freshly inked skin.
“Oh my god, you got it too?“ He states while taking a hold of your arm to look at it better.
"Got it, too? What are you on about?” You look at Harry puzzled by his reaction.
“I guess we decided to get matching tattoos!” He states while revealing the same tattoo on his arm, on the same place that yours was.
“I can’t believe we don’t remember.” You state while shaking your head and laughing at how far things escalated last night.
“I love them though,” Harry states while smiling and continuing to eat his pancakes.
“Me too, no regrets, yeh?” You say while smiling back at him.
“No regrets.” He reassures you while leaning over to kiss you.