seeing Beauty and the Beast in hyper-realistic CGI has forced me to re-evaluate the entire concept of the movie. Like the whole “talking furniture” thing was adorable & COOL in animated-form, but in reality it’s like a fuckin horror movie. You’re trapped in a place where cups have EYES and literally anything could’ve been an ex-person. That spoon you just licked clean? A person. That chair you’ve been sitting on? Practically someone’s LAP. That toilet in your bathroom? Oh-ho-hooo bOY DO I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR YOU.
Some Things Nobody Tells You About Being in a Wheelchair
You’re gonna get all sorts of advice on how to think, what to think, how to be positive, how to keep abled-bodied people comfortable. However, almost nobody is going to tell you how to be disabled, if you catch my drift. Very few people actually want to talk about it, so without further adieu, here are some things I wish somebody told me:
-Getting out of your car in the rain is terrifying. It’s a slippery, wet hell.
-The snow is even worse. People are going to shovel into accessible parking spots. Or worse, they won’t shovel it. You will inexplicably have to cancel plans at some point or another due to the snow.
-Mud and dirt. All over your hands, all the time.
-Yes, your shoulders are going to be sore for the first few months, and anytime you over exert.
-Yes, your butt is going to ache after sitting all day.
-Invest in side guards!! Seriously, they’ll save your clothes. I personally like the removable kind, because it’s easier to transfer with them off.
-Scissor breaks (or undermount breaks) are fantastic for saving your thumbs from the pain of jamming them on the break, however they’re more money.
-You will face-plant. It will happen, and it will be mortifying. We’ve all been there.
-Get some cycling gloves!
-People really do stare.
-They also really do ask inappropriate questions. Be prepared.
-The world isn’t all that accessible. Even when places claim to be, they aren’t always. Restaurants are a personal hell for me because the tables are always too close together and they never have accessible bathrooms.
-Your hands are going to get gross. Mine are calloused and nasty 24/7. If you get manicures then this won’t be as bad, but you’ll still have to say goodbye to smooth hands.
-Learn how to wheelie. You’re going to have to wheelie of curbs, bumps in the sidewalk, all the stuff.
-Your shoes are going to last forever, which is fantastic, but it’s almost impossible to break them in.
-If you put a backpack on the back of your chair (which you should) make sure it’s not too heavy, or else you’ll fall backwards when you wheelie.
-Keep your chair clean. Tweeze the grime and hair from your caster wheels at least every 4 weeks. Keep your tires full of air.
-Carry around an allen wrench in your bag or backpack. You might never need it, but if you do, you’ll be really glad to have it.
-If you’re planning of wear high heels, consider lowering your footplate so that your knees aren’t too high up.
-Consider getting a hand held shower head. It just makes life easier.
No More Dream: The one that started it all/ Hoseok’s forehead makes a rare appearance before going to war
We Are Bulletproof pt.2: The one that will not be forgotten (looking at you, Beyond The Scene) ft. ot7′s abs make a rare appearance
N.O: The one where 7 fetuses don’t wanna do homework
Boy in Luv: The one where the boys went past their ‘cooties’ stage/ The one where Jungkook accepted he was your oppa.
Just One Day: The one where Hoseok was labelled a murderer for killing people with his voice ft. BTS comes clean with their chair fetish
Danger: The one where Seokjin realised dancing was seriously not his thing/ The one where Namjoon’s hair looked like cupcake frosting.
War of Hormone: The one where BTS decided they were horny and slapping Jimin’s ass was a good way to show it…
I Need U: The one where Jimin made the bathtub his second home.
Dope: The one where they celebrated Halloween a little too early ft. Seokjin realising dancing would only get worse from here
Run: The one where KIM NAMJOON WHY WOULD YOU DO A LOLLIPOP DIRTY LIKE THAT ft. BTS gives us a look into psychology
Epilogue: Young Forever: The one that made ARMYs realise they were doomed for liking 7 boys because everything was a fucking theory
Fire: The one where Yoongi thought it was a good idea to burn someone and have a whole clan chase their fucking asses in the future/ The one where ‘btw Seokjin has some camera time and lines in this one’
Save Me: The one where BTS realised aesthetics and mother nature was important
Blood, Sweat and Tears: The one that is facing a lawsuit from ARMYs because too many panties have been torn due to visuals/ the one that took drugs and shit to a whole new level ft. Seokjin is attracted to statues and Taehyung cosplays as Lucifer
Spring Day: The one where everyone wanted that cake to hit Namjoon’s face ft. BTS doesn’t wanna do laundry
Not Today: The one where Yoongi messed up big time and got all their asses killed ft. where the fuck is Seokjin, I’m asking for a friend
Come Back Home: The one where- no seriously, I’m done with this shit, where the actual fuck is Kim Seokjin, I will fucking shoot somebody
Chi Ase Namida: The one where SMOKE WEED EVERYDAY-AYE-AYE-AYE
I like it: The one where Hoseok shows the world that he raps, dances and sings, bitches when will your faves ever
Coffee: The one where BTS is hella relatable because I could really use some caffeine right about now
Satoori Rap: The one where everyone thinks their dialect is better and it is Captain South Korea: Civil War
Attack on Bangtan: The one where one is for all and all is for one
Tomorrow: The one where 7 little boys tell you to live life and not fucking waste it
Cypher pt.3: The one where haters gonna hate, potatoes gonna potate ft. Supreme Boi pays a visit
Spine Breaker: The one where they tell you to respect yo mama and papa but the mv says otherwise because Kim seokjin might be pregnant with the 8th member ft. memekook makes his official debut
Jump: The one where BTS decided to dedicate a song to kangaroos
Hip-Hop Lover: The one where Rap Line teaches haters to stay in their fucking lane and let them live their lives
Let me Know: The one where Taehyung takes his voice deeper than the Pacific ocean
Will you put down your cell phone: The one where Namjoon is fucking done with technology and wants to bring back hardcore sociology
Look Here: The one where Namjin thought it was a good idea to verbally harass us
Second Grade: The one where BTS is all grown up, moving from diapers to potty training
Boyz with Fun: The one where the boys wanted to be party animals but with apple juice instead of wine
Converse High: The one where ARMYs thought Namjoon might have a foot fetish and Yoongi begs to differ
Nevermind: The one where Yoongi thought it was a good idea to make us tear up for the thousandth time and Seokjin didn’t give a shit or a fuck
Butterfly: The one where Jungkook observed his hyungs and got receipts to copy them on variety shows
House of Cards: The one where Jimin’s high notes are still stuck in our heads
Begin: The one where Jungkook was all ‘I luv u bro, no homo tho’
Stigma: The one where Taehyung invented murder through raspy breath and followed Jimin in slaying high notes
Lie: The one where Jimin realised he wasn’t going to grow a single inch despite drinking all that milk
Reflection: The one where everyone but Namjoon loves himself
MAMA: The one where Hoseok set an example of being a good son/sun, same thing
First Love: The one where Yoongi told us not to fucking touch his piano
Awake: The one where Seokjin thinks he’s a penguin because he can’t fly but in reality, he’s a pegasus who flew through the skies and beyond
Lost: The one where vocal line drew the line and said ‘screw cypher, now watch this’
Cypher 4: The one where rap line decided to be the rich bitch and make the haters their bitch
Am I wrong: The one where the fetuses realised how fucked up the world is
21st Century Girl: The one where they invented feminism
2!3! Hoping for better days: The one where BTS got really emo
Intro: Boy Meets Evil: the one where Hoseok makes the album his bitch
Do you: the one where Namjoon spits fire but it sounds like he’s spitting sex
I believe: The one where 6 little kids ask their leader if they can have a go at his mixtape
Joke: The one where Namjoon makes bandages look sexy
Agust D: The one where the sugar is salty and rips throats with his tongue technology
Tony Montana: The one that made Yoonmin real
So far away: the one that showed us true pain and made yoonjinkook canon
4 o’ clock: The one where Vmin is canon but Namjoon and Taehyung take the spotlight and make our ovaries burst
Change: The one where Namjoon goes international
Even If I die, It’s you: The one where Taehyung realised, ‘if bighit doesn’t love Jin-hyung, I will’ and they killed it tbh
Expensive Girl: The one where Namjoon proved to all of us he’s a kinky piece of shit and proud
Trouble: The one where Namjin hinted that they were having a go at it
Arirang: The one where BTS made a political debut
Always: The one where Namjoon showed us that singing is his shit
1 Verse: The one where Hoseok thought it was a good idea to bless with this miracle but never show up solo again ft. we’re still waiting for that mixtape, sweety
We don’t talk anymore: The one where Jungkook and Jimin thought it was okay to drop the bomb of how good their English pronunciation was
Despite all the crap he puts you through, Dick loves you very much and just wants the best for you, and that includes a happy life and childhood. He knows that you can lose a lot in a blink of an eye, and he wants you to be happy.
Yet, while he holds a superhero job, it can be pretty straining on your relationship as father and daughter/son.
Just know Dick loves you very much, even if he is a pain in the ass crack.
If there is one thing Jason Todd does not know how to do, it is Parenting 101.
Please send help. He has no idea how to even wrap a diaper on a child, let alone r a i s e one.
Jason had to have Dick help him out a lot little.
However, after a while, Jason fell into a good routine after doing a lot of research and hands-on learning.
He totally owns one of those ‘Parenting for Dummies’ books but will completely deny any kind of knowledge about it should anybody find it (demon spawn from hell aka damian fucking wayne)
Spending time with you, Red Hood later. ALWAYS.
He honestly adores you.
You are his everything and if there’s one thing Jason never thought he would have wanted until now, it is definitely you.
Instantaneous Death to anybody who even mentions your existence.
Jason Todd Will Not Hesitate, Bitch^TM
He actually snapped at a woman who said she could just 'eat you up’
“Yeah, well, we don’t believe in cannibalism, so.”
Jason definitely sings you to sleep, and is proud, even touched, that you will raise hell if he fails to sing you to sleep right on schedule.
As you grow and get into school, Jason is quick to teach you self defense.
And taught you that all boys had a contagious virus and to punch any that tried to kiss you or hold your hand. (Female)
And taught you that girls were the devils spawn and were to be avoided at all cost (Male)
You once got suspended for calling the teacher an 'asshat’. Jason was lowkey sort of proud. Dick wasn’t amused.
You have a white streak in your hair, and when you need to be with your father, he will play with that lock of hair.
You and Jason are exactly alike, with some different attributes. But that doesn’t make you any less of a Todd.
Your damian’s favorite. Just saying.
You were definitely not what Tim Drake was expecting.
But definitely everything he wanted.
If there is one thing you both know how to do, it’s complain.
“Oh my god, I did literally everything the books told me to do. Why are you still c r y i n g???”
*slams head into desk*
Tim swears that if he wasn’t a coffee addict then, he fucking is now.
No sleep. At all. You give him too much shit.
Jason thinks it’s hysterical because you seem to be Karma in a onesie for all the times Tim was a little shit to him.
Tim loves you to the moon and back, but you never fail to irk at least one of his remaining nerves that still works.
P r o b l e m a t i c C h i l d r e n
Yes, that means Tim and you.
Did he give you a bath just now? No the fuck he didn’t. Did he just clean the high chair? No the fuck he didnt, bitch. Did he just change your diaper? Come back, bitch. It’s a shitstorm in here, and you’re in the eye of the hurricane. Gas mask it up, son.
As you grow up, Tim wants you to get out there and do whatever. He’s slightly not ok with you dating, but don’t think he won’t do at least 15 background checks, stake outs, securing the perimeter, interrogations, whatever. Each. 15 each.
You are a computer genius just like him, but don’t spend your time on the computer all the time. Mostly just to play games here and there.
As you grow in school, there is not a single day that goes by that you absolutely loathe it.
Why cant you just homeschool. We have the capability too.
“Who even needs human friends? Uncle Damian is doing just fine with his animals.”
“He also has homicidal tendecies, so. You’re gonna get some human interaction whether you like it or not.”
Honestly, you and Tim butt heads all the time, but at the end of the day, you are his flesh and blood, and he will protect and love you till the world stops turning.
Let’s be honest: Damian Wayne would be the most worried and/or scared person on earth if he found out he was gonna be a dad.
All these insecurities about his past, the bad memories, all of it coming back to haunt him as he thought about his child.
Damian was not ready at all.
He was honestly very weary of you. Since he didn’t really get along with children, there was no way to explain to him how to raise his kid for the next eighteen years.
He realized that when he held you. Kinda like an 'aha’ moment, but with an 'oh shit’ instead.
After Damian warmed up to you, though, he was Dad to the Max. Spin the fucking wheel to jackpot.
Damian has very high expectations for himself as a dad. He needs to be on top of the mark at all times or he is sure he has failed you.
Damian is a perfectionist, so if he doesn’t get you to calm down after screaming bloody murder on the first try, he literally wants to stab something because wtf he was sure he was doing this right.
Damian sings you to sleep. Dami has the voice of an angel when he’s quietly singing and it’s soothing as fuck. Never fails to make you sleepy. Add in a bit of bouncing while leaned against his shoulder and it is lights o u t.
Damian is a very teasing father, despite how serious he can be. You are the only person who he shows his soft, relaxed side too. You are his everything and he lets you know that shamelessly.
Damian will kill anybody who even dares to mention your name or make horrible implications about your existence.
That is his child and he will fuck someone up if they speak wrongly of you. Talk shit, get hit, bitches get a fucking katana to the eye.
Definition of the meme “Don’t talk to me or my son ever again.”
Damian Wayne Will Definitely Not Hesitate, Bitch^TM
As you grow up, Damian makes it crystal clear.
NO DATING AT ALL.
Damian is protective as fuck. He needs to know where you are, where you are going, who is going with you, who is all going to be there, how long is it gonna be, how long are you gonna be driving there, are there gonna be any boys present, Drake, would you finish the damn background checks already???
Damian is just like Dick: not even in the afterlife or the bullshit after that.
You are very much like Damian. Practically a spitting image. It makes Damian feel proud because of the Wayne Legacy that you might keep up, his ego, and the fact that his child is a badass and looks like one too.
Damian and you are not perfect, though. You two often get into arguments about certain things, usually the littlest. One of the things you two often fight about, however, is the mantle of Robin.
Noooo. No no no.
There is no way you are becoming Robin. You are his baby and he is NOT going to let some STUPID costume ruin that for him.
He can be very cold, even to you at times, and since you didn’t inherit his amazinglack skill of patience, you are often calling him out on his bullshit and his attitudes.
Seriously. Who even is the adult here anymore.
You are taller than Damian. It infuriates him to no end.
“Dad, how’s the weather down there?”
At the end of the day, Damian loves you dearly and you love him dearly as well. There is never a dull moment between you two and it makes for a harmonious atmosphere. Even if you can be a pain in each other asses, Damian is sure he would be lost to the world of familial love had it not been for you.
You are his rock and he is your oasis in a barren land. Family always, always matters to you both.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader Words: 2,656 AN: A little birdie told me there’s going to be a couple of Stuart fics coming out in the next week….here’s one for ya. I love you guys, I hope you like!
Your boyfriend Stuart worked long hours a lot, and it could get pretty lonely. He loved his job, and you knew it he was good at it. He was incredibly smart, and he’d been chosen out of hundreds of applicants for the internship that got him started with Google, and you were so, so proud of him. You just missed him.
He texted you whenever he had a free moment, asking you about your day, and making plans with you for dinner, telling you stories about his co-workers, or jokes that made you laugh. But sometimes you wished he could stay in bed with you all day, putting those fingers to better use on your body, instead of on his phone or computer.
Dean used to
be so excited about the bunker. He had his own room with a mattress that
remembered him and a bedside table where he could put his picture of Mom. He enjoyed the “marvelous” water pressure in the showers and felt comfortable enough to walk around in slippers and a
bathrobe. He cooked and kept the place clean. He hung around with Sam, with
Kevin and Cas and Charlie, sharing a drink or watching Game of Thrones together or just sitting in companionable silence.
He was surprised that Sam didn’t see the bunker as anything
more than a workplace. Because to Dean, the bunker represented safety and family. Sadly, both of those things are not exactly there anymore.
out that the bunker isn’t the impenetrable fortress it was made out to
be. Gadreel killed Kevin, the Wicked Witch killed Charlie in Dean’s own
room, Demon Dean almost killed Sam. The
Stynes broke in easily, going through Dean’s most personal possessions, making
fun of them and planning to burn it all before Dean killed them. Lucifer
snuck in, wearing the body of Dean’s closest friend. Chuck and Lucifer took
over the bunker, poisoning it with their family drama. Lucifer occupied Sam’s
room and threatened the Winchesters, Chuck took to wearing Dean’s bathrobe
(just like Mary did, curiously) and using his laptop without permission.
Metatron’s been inside, as has Billie, Rowena and Crowley. Toni broke in to kidnap Sam. It’s not a surprise that Dean didn’t show any concern over Crowley being
able to zap in after all that. And as Mr. Ketch’s recent visit shows, the BMOL can come knocking at the door anytime. The place is not safe anymore, it’s not Dean’s anymore.
And as for
family? That concept has been getting a lot of hits too, lately. Mary’s return
paradoxically made Dean’s home less of a home as the truth about who Mary is
(and was) slowly deconstructed the idea of home, safety and family that Dean
had held onto since he was four years old. Even before she left,
things were off, as shown by Dean feeling the need to exile himself to the kitchen
floor. On top of that, Mary lied to Dean, as has Sam, both choosing a group of deceitful
strangers over him. And it doesn’t matter that they confessed to it or
apologized, Dean’s trust in them is seriously shaken. As is his image of what
family is supposed to be. Or rather, it seems like he’s the only one holding onto something that everyone else has abandoned or forgotten, and it only keeps getting him hurt.
It’s no wonder that by Somewhere Between
Heaven and Hell, we see Dean carelessly sit in a clean chair in his blood-streaked clothes and flick bits of siren gore across the room, and at
the same time be overly protective of the Impala. It’s like he’s retreating from
the bunker back to the car, because Baby is at least still his, still safe,
A bedroom that is clean and clutter-free is often something that leads to other areas of your life becoming just as clean and free of clutter. As someone who often struggles with this myself, this is a list of ways to keep your bedroom looking like it was just cleaned.
Make your bed as soon as you get out of it.
I know this seems pretty stupid, but making your bed is a fast and simple way to make your entire room look cleaner. Wake up five minutes earlier if you have to, but making your bed sets a productive tone for the day and let’s be real, getting into a freshly made bed is so satisfying.
Take care of dust as soon as you see it.
This is one that seems obvious, but you know you’re guilty of looking at collecting dust and thinking, Wow, I should take care of that soon. The next time you see some starting to arrive just take a sock and wipe it up. You can throw the sock right in the laundry and be through with it.
Make sure ‘the chair’ is cleared off.
You know the chair. I know you know the chair, because I know the chair. Everyone knows the chair. Piled up laundry and crumpled up homework litter it, and you might not eve remember the way it looks under all of it. Clean the chair off, do the laundry, throw out the homework, and put a cute lil pillow on it.
Clean the windowsill.
This one seems trivial, I know. But bare with me. Take down the curtains and wash them. While they’re on the spin cycle, vacuum the blinds and clean your windows. Then de-clutter the windowsill itself. Now it won’t look so gross when you try to open up for a little natural light.
Stop stockpiling dishes.
This one might just be me, but I often find my room littered with empty tea mugs and bowls. Usually I’m collecting them on my bedside table. Instead of holding onto it, bring them to the kitchen as soon as you’re finished and you’ll find that it looks a lot neater. Also, don’t just leave them in the sink. Wash them now and get it over and done with.
Lastly, you have to be proactive. Instead of looking at the candy wrapper on your desk and thinking, Oh I’ll get it later, get it now. Don’t put it off. Personally, I clean my room every Sunday after any friends have gone home and I’m about to start a new week. Nothing in your routine will change unless you keep on top of it.
Hello, if you're still taking prompts could you do #33 with Marichat or Ladynoir? (BTW love your stories!)
This is horribly overdue. I’m so sorry this took so long, I was caught up with other stories, life, and just recently suffered a bad case of writer’s block :/ I picked the Ladynoir side of the love square (although it’s probably not in the way you’re thinking). Still, I hope you enjoy this :)
about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”
You may not know it, but being a noblewoman could be very
difficult at times.
Such were the Lady Marinette’s thoughts as she finally
managed to sneak away to the snack table. A young Lord had been trying to
request a dance with her for the better part of ten minutes, causing her to
nearly flee every time he came in her sights. Luckily, just when she thought
she was cornered, she was able to pair him with her best friend.
“I’m going to kill you,” Lady Alya had silently mouthed when
she was led to the dance floor.
Marinette giggled to herself as she swiped a chocolate chip
cookie from the very top of the pile on the silver tray. Not many women were
eating them in order to ‘maintain their figure’ but Marinette didn’t really
care about that. She’d eat what she wanted, whenever she wanted.
She looked around at the sea of guests, at all the colorful
masks that adorned their faces. Her parents decided to host a masquerade ball,
thinking it to be romantic and mysterious. Marinette thought that the idea was
intriguing, but she didn’t really think anyone to be romantic or mysterious. It
was just like any other ball she’d been to, with no one in particular standing
out among the crowd.
She wanted to tell her parents that real life was vastly
different from fairy tales, but she knew it would crush their hearts,
especially since they wanted her to have a whirlwind romance of her own.
Marinette sighed in defeat, resigning herself to picking out
a stranger to dance with just to appease her hopeless romantic parents.
“Is the princess not having a good time?” a masculine voice
Startled, her head whipped around to see a man leaning
against a nearby pillar. He wore the traditional finely-made garb befitting of
someone of the noble class, yet it was completely black, save the swirling
designs of green beside the buttons on the otherwise coal black jacket.
Around his equally green eyes sat a black domino mask, but
with cat ears on the ends. His blond hair lacked a refined style, instead the
golden locks were wildly tousled. However, instead of looking like a common
vagrant, the look suited him perfectly.
His lips were stretched into a wide smile, a row of
pearly-white teeth exposed in the process. She noticed the man had rather
nicely chiseled features. This, combined with all his other traits, made him
However, her heart was already taken.
“I am not a princess, sir,” she replied, a corner of her
mouth arching in interest. She had a feeling that whoever this man was, he was
going to prove to be riveting company.
“You could’ve fooled me, with how every man’s eyes are
fixated on you alone,” he purred flirtatiously, abandoning his spot by the
column to saunter closer to her.
She snorted in mirth, finding that she liked this stranger.
Sure, his flirting was a little over-the-top, but it wasn’t at all creepy like
how some lords spoke.
“I find that hard to believe,” she disputed with a grin. “It
doesn’t matter anyway, since I’m not interested in any of them.”
“Too good for them?” he asked. His tone was still teasing,
yet his eyes shined with something else. For a moment she thought it seemed
like he was testing her, but she quickly wrote it off as paranoia.
“No, it’s not that. The person that I really want to dance
with isn’t here,” she admitted. She had a mask on, so no one except for Alya
knew who she really was. So she supposed it was okay to tell a few truths for
one night, provided she was careful, of course.
She sighed, recalling how her statement had been all too
true. Prince Adrien was far out of reach, and honestly she shouldn’t have
expected him to show up to her modest estate, even if it was for a ball. She
met him a few months ago when his father had invited all the noble families to
a formal dinner, hers included.
They didn’t get off on the right foot, though.
When it was time for the dinner, she ended up being one of
the last few to enter the dining room. She had been caught up in a conversation
with Alya in the sitting room beforehand, delaying her arrival. When she did
show, she was dismayed when she found a splash of red wine decorating the
bottom of her cherry wood chair, with the Crown Prince himself squatting next
Since she couldn’t berate him without receiving a harsh
reprimand, she chose to coldly glare at him as she picked up a napkin from her
place on the table to wipe it. Prince Adrien tried to stutter something out,
something probably apologetic, but she silently rebutted every attempt for speaking.
Finally, when the dinner was over, it was discovered that it
had started to rain. It was sunny before, so naturally no one brought umbrellas
with them, thus resigning everyone to a wet and soaking fate.
However, right as she was about to step outside into the
steady rain, the Prince appeared…with a black umbrella in hand. He explained
that he was about to wipe off the wine when she had suddenly appeared. He
didn’t try to soil her dress at all, and was simply in the right place (to
clean the chair), but at the wrong time.
Hearing his honest words and expression persuaded her to
forgive him. Afterward, he gave her the umbrella to use so she wouldn’t get
And that was the moment when she fell in love with the sweet,
They saw each other a few more times after that. He was just
as friendly and amicable, but she could barely respond to him without
embarrassing stutters and stammers. He was perfect in her eyes, so excuse her
for being a little anxious to talk to him.
“Who do you admire that so rudely didn’t show up?” the
stranger asked with a quirk of his lips.
She shook her head. There was no way she could tell anyone
that she was interested in the Prince, mask or not.
“Sorry, but I can’t tell you that, Chat Noir.”
She supposed it was a good nickname; it suited him
considering his attire. Besides, she couldn’t keep mentally referring to him as
a stranger or just simply ‘he’.
“Chat Noir, hm?” he repeated, a far-away look appearing in
his eyes as he stared above her head, a finger tapping chin in thought.
He grinned, returning his attention to her.
“I like it. Although I suppose you need a nickname now, too.
How about…” he trailed off, inspecting her up and down to determine the perfect
moniker. Abruptly he snapped his fingers, something that Marinette didn’t
understand how he accomplished, considering he wore black gloves.
“Ladybug!” he exclaimed, smiling widely. “For your red dress
and black mask. And it’s also perfect since black cats are a symbol of bad luck
while ladybugs are for good luck. We’re like yin and yang, my Lady.”
The last two words rolled off his tongue in such an alluring
way that caused the Lady’s heartbeat to momentarily quicken. With a light
dusting of pink on her cheeks, she slightly shook her head, dismissing the
sudden spike of attraction for him. ‘Chat Noir’ was just a charmingly amusing
character, one that she didn’t romantically admire.
“Ladybug,” she echoed aloud, pursing her lips as she
considered the potential identity. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that she
seemingly decided, presenting Chat a coy smirk. “I like it.”
He mirrored her expression with a gleeful gleam of his own in
“I knew you would,” he boasted in jest, straightening his
shoulders and raising his chin in the air, giving off the appearance of a
conceited aristocrat. She smiled and rolled her eyes when he placed a flattered
hand over his heart. “Since everyone loves my ideas.”
“Really? And who would ‘everyone’ be?” she asked
sarcastically, playing his game. “The other stray tomcats in the village?”
“My Lady, whoever said I was a stray? For all you know, I
could be of royal pedigree.” His lips curved into a strangely unsettling smirk,
as though he knew something she didn’t. “For all you know, I could be the Crown
Marinette laughed, making sure to quickly press her lips
together as she brought a hand to her mouth, trying to politely cover up the
loud chortles. After all, it was rude for a well-bred lady to have her mouth
wide open in laughter. Women were supposed to be demure and polite, always
looking at their best.
She hated this social construct, yet she was doomed to follow
through with its requirements anyway.
Once her giggles died down, she turned to face the grinning
“I’ve met Prince Adrien before, and I can confidently say
that you’re nothing like him.”
“Indeed?” he remarked, almost sly.
“Yes, indeed,” she
insisted with another giggle. “Prince Adrien isn’t like you at all.”
“And if he was? Would you admire him any less?”
Marinette visibly flinched, taken aback by his conclusion.
With disbelieving eyes and reddened cheeks, she ducked her head down to avoid
his eyes. How did he realize she had feelings for the Prince? This was bad,
very bad…if he knew who she was he could tell Adrien, and then Adrien would
never love her back and word would spread and she would become the laughing stock
of the entire kingdom! She would be lonely for the rest of her life and die an
old maid, while Adrien would pick a beautiful and worthy princess to marry…
She forced herself to take a deep breath through her nose.
Marinette. Maybe you could convince him that he’s wrong.
With that mental pep talk, she straightened her shoulders and
faced him again.
“I don’t admire him, well, not more so than anyone else. I
don’t admire him in the sense that you’re thinking of.”
“Really? Because from what I hear you do admire him, more so than anyone else.” He smirked
wickedly, eliciting a nervous gulp from the stiffening maiden.
“The ‘how’ isn’t important,” he quickly dismissed with a
careless wave of his hand. “What matters is the ‘why’. Why do you fancy Prince Adrien?” He clasped his hands behind his back
before walking in front of her line of vision. She was positive that if they
were alone, he’d be circling her like a hawk about to catch its prey.
“Is it for his riches? His looks? His palace? Or is it simply
a matter of competition, in which you must win the grand prize?”
Marinette narrowed her eyes. Nevermind that this cocky feline
somehow knew who she was (he didn’t say her name, but he had heard of her
feelings for Prince Adrien, so therefore he must know her identity), but how
dare he assume her affections were based on purely artificial things?
“Something about you makes me want to commit extreme
violence,” she informed him, her tone hard as she crossed her arms in front of
“So it is true, then?” he guessed with a bitter grin,
followed by a scoff. “I guess our dear Prince will forever be resigned to a
life without true love. Pity, I heard he was interested in quite a lovely
woman, too. Warm, kind, a bit clumsy, but beautiful inside and out. Tis a
shame, although I suppose it’s very well that he caught himself before he fell
Marinette was now glaring daggers where Chat Noir stood, her
teeth bared in an infuriated snarl. She ignored the jab to her heart from his
mention of another woman that Prince Adrien was interested in, instead focusing
her anger on his grave mistakes of her character.
“Now you listen here, Chat
Noir,” she spat, pointing a finger to his chest. “My feelings for Prince
Adrien are real, and not based on his
title, or his riches, or looks. I didn’t even like him until I saw how kind, forgiving, and generous he could be.
I love him for who he is as a person, not for what he could afford or what he
could give me.”
She took a deep breath, her fury beginning to simmer.
“And while I know I have no chance of him ever returning my
feelings,” she continued in a much less hostile tone than before, bordering on disheartened
acceptance, “I just want to make it clear that I do truly care for him…even if
he loves someone else.”
The man in front of her stared seemingly in awe at her words.
His green eyes were blown wide as his cheeks gradually shifted into a rosy
color. For a few, tense seconds all he could seem to do was peer at her with an
emotion Marinette couldn’t place, his reaction garnering her confusion.
Why was he looking at her as if seeing her for the first
time? It caused a shiver to run down her spine, a good thing or a bad thing,
she wasn’t certain.
At last, he appeared to snap out of his self-induced trance,
a corner of his mouth curling up in a fond smile.
“I apologize for making such inaccurate assumptions of your
feelings, My Lady. I see now that I was in the wrong.”
He held out a gloved hand to her.
“Would you allow me to make it up to you with a dance?”
Marinette pursed her lips, not relenting on the glower she
sent his way.
“How is a dance with you going to make it up to me?”
“Well, I’ve been told I’m an excellent dancer,” he boasted,
shooting her a wink. “And I’ve been trained since early childhood in the art.”
His smile faltered as his expression shifted from cheekiness to remorseful. “I
really am sorry for making those false accusations about you. It was completely
unjustified. Can you forgive me?”
Marinette sighed, her features relaxing in the process.
She supposed she could understand where he was coming from,
since most girls only wanted Prince Adrien for his title or looks. How was he
to know that she was different, that she didn’t care about that stuff?
Well, she did consider him to be the most handsome, gorgeous
man she ever saw, but that wasn’t why she liked him.
Anyway, Chat was just making a conclusion most likely based
on the Prince’s numerous, other female admirers. He was also quick to apologize
once she informed him on how wrong he was.
She was set on dancing with Prince Adrien and him alone for
the night, but it was obvious that he wasn’t going to show up. And, she’s been
itching to dance…
“Alright, Chat Noir, I will dance with you. But you must
promise me something first.”
A part of his forehead rose. She guessed he was raising an
eyebrow at her request.
“And that would be?”
Her blue eyes hardened.
“You must promise not to tell Prince Adrien about my feelings
for him. Swear to me you won’t!”
Chat looked baffled at her demand.
“Because!” she hissed, pointing at him for emphasis. “He’ll
reject me and then everyone will find out and then I’ll become the laughing
stock of this kingdom for thinking I ever had a chance with him and then I’ll
never be able to leave my house again! So do not tell him, understand?”
Chat, to her surprise and indignation, had the audacity to chuckle.
“I don’t know why you think he’ll reject you, you are a lovely woman.”
When she only blinked at his enunciation of the words,
oblivious as to what he was getting at, he closed his eyes and sighed for a
“Regardless,” he continued after he opened his eyes, flashing
her a grin. “I won’t tell him. Cat’s honor.”
He placed his right hand over his heart as he made the vow,
at the same time he raised his left in the air.
While she was skeptical of the sly expression he wore, he did
promise not to tell Prince Adrien. She mentally scoffed, figuring he only had
that look because he was only going to tease her throughout the night for her
“Very well, chaton. I’ll dance with you.”
His eyes shined with satisfaction, looking very much like the
cat that got the cream.
The next day, after the hype from the ball had long ago worn
off, Lady Marinette was pleasantly surprised to receive a letter addressed
solely to her. She figured it to be from Alya, no doubt in order to berate her
for leaving her to dance with a stranger.
The thought made her giggle before she accepted the note from
Only for the amusement to immediately die down once she
observed just where the letter came from. With wide eyes and a new, nervous
rhythm of her heart, she broke the wax seal and flipped the paper open.
I hope you
are having a wonderful morning. I apologize for not being able to attend the
ball your family hosted last night, for I was caught up with other duties. I
hope you are able to find it in your kind heart to forgive me.
If you were
not at all busy today, I was wondering if you would perhaps consider spending
the afternoon with me at the palace. Besides having lunch and strolling around
the grounds together, there is something I would like to ask of you.
request is for you, and you alone, My Lady. Of course, you are free to decline,
either the request or the visit, or even both if you so wish. Although, I will be
honest with you, in that I very much hope you decide to come.
If you do
wish to visit, please send word soon after you have made your decision. If not,
please kindly disregard this note and I shall never bring up the subject again.
Crown Prince of France
“Marinette?” Sabine asked whilst entering the dining room.
Her head tilted in confusion upon seeing her daughter’s flustered state. “Are
you alright? Who is that letter from?”
But her daughter couldn’t answer, for she promptly swooned
and fell right out of her chair.
Don’t worry, she was fine and able to go to the palace xD
Typical fuckboy Park Jimin, with the dangerously black hair tucked
into his hat, the khaki tight joggers that he purposely wears to show
off his length, and the countless black and white long sleeves he
owns, has a mind as dirty as his pair of white Vans can get. Yet he’s
exceptional in one thing: academics.
A/N: This is short and something I wrote on an impulse (edit: 10/15: i had my friend help me write the smut part because oh my frickin god i am terrible at smut)
often known for lingering for a little bit after his evening classes
to flirt with a voluptuous girl; his type. He’ll usually wait for her
to pack up her things while tossing him signs with carnal glances.
The fuckboy doesn’t even need
signals to know what she wants because he already knows
they both want the same thing.
doesn’t take long for Jimin to catch up to his type, walking her back
to her dorm. Jimin usually gets invited in and sneaks out at one in
the morning. One in the morning is his time to catch up on his
homework that he didn’t do until the sun rises. Once the sun rises,
he’s knocked out till noon.
comes a time when Jimin needs to start earning money to pay for his
college tuition because his younger brother of two years is entering
college next semester. His parents can’t possibly afford paying for
sons, so Jimin has no choice but to look for a job on campus.