Inspired by the k-drama She Was Pretty <3 I thought it suits Ladybug adult’s world so well >///u///< If Miraculous Ladybug was a k-drama, i would have imagined Marinette working as a stylist and Adrien as her model (he could even have become the CEO of his own fashion company <3). And they could keep on saving Paris against crimes while working together in fashion.
As a fat person who is rarely ever complimented for my physical looks (aside from acceptable compliments for fat people), it drives me absolutely fucking bonkers when conventionally attractive people fish for compliments from me.
They’ve got a whole society that worships their body type and tells them that they’re inherently amazing, just for being born with a good metabolism and no hormonal (or other specific health) issues. But they’re gonna come to me and tell me how they don’t look good, or they feel ugly, or no one loves them, and I’m supposed to make them feel better.
I just want to tell them to open a fucking magazine, or turn on the tv. You’ll get to see virtually every person there looking similar to you. I didn’t see a positive role model (ie. not the butt of fat jokes) that was beautiful and funny and successful and that never had their body questioned and who looked like me till I saw Melissa McCarthy in The Heat (came out in 2013, fyi). I’ve never seen clothing models built like me till last week when I found the GRRRL clothing line (plus size models for most fashion companies are acceptable fat, ie. big boobs and ass, barely a stomach, thick but not too thick legs). As a kid, I never dreamed of being a princess because the only people who looked like me in Disney films were evil, or side characters who took care of the princess.
If conventionally attractive people are looking for a partner, they don’t have to worry about being fetishized, they can be loved for themselves, and their partner won’t be questioned as to HOW or WHY they can love them. Their relationship will not have to be justified or explained, they will not face questions of “so… Like, [the fat partner] is never on top, right?” or “doesn’t it kinda ruin the sex when you can’t just move [the fat partner] around?”. They won’t be the running joke among their friends. If both partners are fat, they get even more wonderful bullshit to deal with. When dating, conventionally attractive people won’t be accused of lying or misrepresenting themselves if they don’t post a full body picture and show up to a date fatter than what the date anticipated. Their bodies do not need to come with disclaimers.
I can count the number of times my former partners told me I’m beautiful without a “but” following it (3. With a “but” following it; 5). I remember almost every compliment given to me by friends that was explicitly about my physical appearence and that didn’t skirt around me being fat (there’s acceptable ways to compliment a fat person. Ie. You have a nice face/personality, that clothing is slimming on you, you look healthy, etc. I’m tempted to include cute, but I’m on the fence about that one)
I’m tired of being the bastion of self love, confidence, and body positivity for people whose only barrier in the way of their own self love and confidence is themselves. I didn’t have anyone to push me to this point where I can love myself and others completely, regardless of size. The only reason I am the way I am is because I’ve made myself this way, facing a society that’s continuously told me it’s wrong to be happy and love myself as I am.
Kinda tired of seeing nothing but light skinned and stick thin, conventionally attractive Hijabis everywhere in Muslim modest clothing companies, fashion shows and popular beauty/fashion bloggers and youtubers. I can clearly see how much we prefer to comment and like and subscribe these women over our darker skinned, fat Hijabis with different features, and we all know why. We say we want to show the world that beauty comes in all forms, including modesty, but we’re literal hypocrites if we believe we’re making a revolutionary change from Western beauty standards and creating our own space of positivity. When it still excludes the same people who couldn’t find there place before, what change have we actually made in the world of fashion and beauty?
I’ve finally done my dream imagine! I’ve been wanting to write a dramatic imagine for a while now. Thank you to those who voted for this and for those who even personally messaged me. I really do appreciate the help.
It took me quite a lot of time to finish this because I had a lot of scenarios in mind. Sorry for the delay. Hope I didn’t disappoint.
Anyways… Hope you guys like it!
Feedbacks are very well appreciated.
They say that after the honeymoon phase comes the biggest bump in one’s relationship.
For four years now, I’ve been Harry Styles’s girlfriend. I met him when I started working for Lou as her assistant stylist for the Where We Are Tour. At first, I was adamant to do it. But with a little push from Lou, I finally agreed. I’m glad that I agreed. Each passing day on the road, Harry and I grew closer until he finally asked me to be his. And I said yes.
Throughout the course of the On The Road Again Tour, I was asked yet again to join the crew. But this time, no decision was needed to be thought out. I was going to be with the love of my life 24/7 and that was enough reason to agree once more.
I was with them when they had to perform for the first time without Zayn in Manila. Nerves were wrecking around backstage about who’ll sing Zayn’s part in which song and what’ll happen to their positions onstage with one member missing. I was even there when Zayn officially said goodbye.
I was with Harry when they announced to the public of their decision regarding the hiatus. It was hard for the lads to end up with that decision, but they all knew that it was for the greater good of the band. They knew that if they went on with a heavy heart that they might end up resenting what they do or worse, each other.
I was there during their last show in Sheffield. Hugs were given as soon as the show ended. Tears were pouring everywhere. I have never seen Harry cry so hard before. Even I shed a tear or two. Of course, I’ve been with these people for two years now. I’ll miss seeing them everyday. But whatever happens, we all promised to support one another in any way or form.
Now, it’s been a few months since the hiatus started. Harry and I decided to go home to Holmes Chapel to unwind for a few weeks. Anne was kind enough to have accommodated both of us. Gemma even stopped by everyday to chat with us. It seemed like I was in a normal relationship and not in a relationship with a superstar.
A few weeks after that, Harry was casted for Christopher Nolan’s new movie Dunkirk. To say that I was proud of him was an understatement. In the midst of shooting the movie, Harry asked me to join him because he was feeling lonely. With a smile on my face, I gladly joined him. Plus, Cillian Murphy was another reason to drop by. (wink wink)
After the movie, Harry decided to start writing for his first solo album. I was so happy that he’d be back in the comfort of his beloved studio where I knew he was genuinely happy. He decided to take a small trip to Jamaica, which was such a breather. It was away from all the flashing light and spying eyes. Harry’d spend his time in the studio with Jeff and Mitch. While I, on the other hand, started drawing my dream fashion line.
Every since I was a kid, I have loved dressing up. And finishing my degree in fashion designing really was a dream come true. Dressing people up like how I did with the lads on tour was not the job that i was expecting but it was a great experience. I’m much more interested in designing my own fashion line and flaunt my designs on the runway.
One normal day back home, I got a phone call from the biggest fashion company in London. They heard from Lou that I was a fashion major and wanted me to send drafts of my designs for their upcoming fall collection. I was beyond ecstatic.
This is it.
My dreams are becoming a reality. I immediately called Lou and thank her over and over again. I then excitedly told Harry and he was so proud of me. That night, me, my family, friends and Harry went out and celebrated but I noticed that Harry wasn’t into it. My best friend even asked if he was ill. It was like he wasn’t even there. I just took it as stress and agreed to go home earlier than expected.
The day of his album launch came. It was a whirlwind of emotions. I was so proud of how people responded to Sign of the Times, but the response to the album was much better. Knowing how hard Harry worked for it and how much people appreciated it made me so happy for him.
And to add to that happiness, pieces from the collection that I sent was chosen for the London Fashion Week Fashion Show a few months from now. I had already told Harry the night before about it but he just nodded and told me he was proud.
Maybe he’s just tired? Or maybe he’s just nervous for the launch the next day? I thought.
His entire team went out to celebrate that night. Of course, I was there during dinner with his family. I told Gemma about the the fashion show and she promised to be there to support me. Anne even let out a sound of excitement and kept on hugging me, making me feel how happy she was for me.
The dinner ended quickly, so they decided to have a few drinks. Me, on the other hand, had a very important meeting with the company so I had to be presentable and hang-over free.
“Love, let’s go?” Harry asked.
“Babe, I have that meeting tomorrow remember?” I asked, with a ‘duh’ tone.
“What meeting?” He asked. I was shocked. His facial expression really showed no signs of him knowing what was going on.
“The meeting for the fashion show?” I asked, hoping that something will spark up.
“You got the job?” He asked.
“Harry, I told you that last night.” I said, a small frown now starting to form on my face.
“Ohh yeah. That.” He said. I was kind of disappointed that he forgot but I just shook it off.
“Anyways, it’ll probably be best if I head home first. Go enjoy the night.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.
And with that, I left him and went home.
The meeting the next day went very well. I met with the tailors who’ll make my designs a reality alongside me and explained to them how I wanted it to turn out. They were nice enough to have understood my worries and assured me of my creative works. The models were also chosen and among those are some of the most well known models. The feeling of Cara Delevingne wearing my work was unbelievable.
I went home that afternoon with a tired body, yet a big smile on my face. Harry was in our bedroom getting ready to go out and celebrate with his friends. I quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek and a quick ‘hey babe’.
“Love, go get ready. We’ll meet them at five.” He said, buttoning his shirt.
“Babe, is it ok if I pass tonight? I’m so tired and I just want to lie down and relax.” I said, slumping my body in the bed. His face showed how much he wanted to go. “Go on without me. Enjoy babe.”
“Don’t you want to celebrate the success of my album, love?” He said with pleading eyes. Of course I want to but having sewed a few pieces myself, I was exhausted.
“It’s not that babe. It’s just that… I’m so tired.”
What’s with his attitude? I don’t know why his tone suddenly sounded like he’s implying that I didn’t want to go just because I don’t want to go.
“What’s with you?” I suddenly asked. I don’t know what ticked inside me, but I had a feeling that me asking that question will lead to a fight.
“Nothing. It’s just that I feel that you’re not happy for me.” He said while fixing his not-so-long-anymore hair.
“What are you saying? Just because I don’t want to go out tonight doesn’t mean I’m not happy for you.” My voice started rising.
“Then make me feel it! All you care about is your stupid designs.”
Oh hell no.
He’s gotta be kidding right now.
“I said it! All you care about is your stupid runway fashion show. You never support me in any of my works. It’s like I don’t even have a girlfriend who supports me. All we talk about is how excited you are for the show and how happy you are that YOUR dreams are coming true. What about me, huh? Ever thought about me? My album? My dreams?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake Harry. Don’t you ever say that I didn’t support you. I spent two years on the road with you… two years which should’ve been spent on designing my OWN fashion show. I’ve been beside you through all of the rumors, the hiatus, and now your solo career. So don’t you dare point a finger at me and say that I don’t care about your dreams because I do.” I said. My blood’s now boiling that I don’t think it’ll be enough cooling off just for tonight.
“Then make me feeling like you care and join us tonight.” He shouted.
“Why are you so fucking selfish? Can’t you see that I’ve been working my ass off for MY dream? All I ever thought about for the past few years was you and your damn career. Can’t you think about mine? All I’m asking is a night in tonight. Heck, I’m not even asking you to stay with me!” Harry was about to say something but I cut him off.
“You know what Harry? I realized now… All I ever did in this relationship is give, give, and give. And I’m getting tired.”
Flashbacks of how Harry reacted with me getting the job came to mind… he didn’t even care. Heck, he even forgot that I told him about me getting it. I’ve talked about this with a friend of mine and what she told me really hit me.
“It sounds to me like there’s only one person in this relationship.”
“Love, I’m not saying that your dream is not that important. It’s just that -” he said, but I cut him off.
“You feel that your accomplishments are far more important and extravagant than mine.” I said in total realization. No words were needed, his facial expressions were enough to assure my assumption.
“I can’t believe you!” I shouted. “A relationship between two people is about trust and support, and you can’t even support your girlfriend of four years? Your girlfriend who was beside you, supporting you since who knows when!” I started crying.
“Love, it’s not like that…”
“Then what is it like Harry? WHAT?” My head started to ache and my breathing started to quicken its pace.
“You know what? You’re not the Harry that I fell in love with anymore. You’re just a big-headed pop star who only cares about his fame.”
“You’re not the girlfriend that I used to know as well. My girlfriend supports me in everything that I do.”
“And my boyfriend also does the same.”
“I’m still that person!” He said in exhaustion.
“No you’re not.” I said with tears now streaming down my face.
“Then what are you implying?” For a split second, I saw the man that I fell in love with - the man who’d swim the oceans just to make me smile.
“I’m sorry but if you’ll continue, it’d be best if I left.”
“Love, no… Don’t do this.” Desperation was very well heard from that one sentence.
I grabbed my bag and with that, I left the man who still had my heart.
They said that there’s always a rainbow after the rain. But with this kind of relationship, seeing a ray of light might be impossible.
Everyone with high heels:
After saving the owner of a shoe fashion company, they donated boxes of high heels to the students
Yoayorozo is a fucking goddess of tallness. True natural, but is really paranoid of falling.
Todoroki looks hot as hell, but falls over immediately and retreats to the couch to observe the chaos.
Tokoyami (after muttering “Humanity wears shoes to propel themselves higher and increase the danger of common life, despite the fact that shoes were made to protect them) escaped to his room.
Aoyama is an expert. His unexplainable talent amazes them all, until he reveals his closet of bedazzled designer shoes. People get jealous. He is voted off the island.
Bakugo is great at it (when isn’t he great the freaking genius boi).
Urakaka and Izuku are alright, but they both keep falling.
Izuku looks adorable and eventually Urakaka makes him float and they try to prank the others because Midoriya is "somehow” amazing, but the cinnamon rolls felt too guilty.
Dekubowl is real because people keep having to catch him when he falls. Todoroki catches him wedding style once and the first one to say anything was Mina. (“OooooooooooOoooOooOOOOOOO!” She had said.) Todoroki had no idea why people were laughing.
Sero’s legs are revealed in their full glory. People are jealous. He is almost voted off the island.
Kirishima is pretty good, only falling occasionally and at suspicious times, mainly in front of bakugo
Bakugo refuses to catch him so Kirishima always makes sure they are near a couch as a plan B.
Ashido attempts to do a cartwheel while wearing stilettos. This was a terrible decision. There’s still a hole in the wall to this day.
Tsuyu looks adorable in little pink shoes, but doesn’t like them because she says it’s hard to jump.
Kaminari is really good and thoroughly enjoyed walking with his back turned and dramatically turning around like he’s on a runway. He eventually trips and is too traumatized to do it again.
They had a competition to see who could walk the best in 6 inch high heels. Although he only did it because bakusquad said he was just scared of losing, the winner was Bakugo.
Big mistake. He used them as weapons. Aizawa confiscated the shoes.
The next day, Aizawa had become a Caterpillar by glueing the shoes to the bottom of his sleeping bag and inching through the halls
Marinette works for the FBI and is trying to get information on an organization participating in illegal overseas affairs. She is assigned to work for a major fashion company who’s CEO is suspected to be part of the illegal activity.
It’s her job to try and get some information from her boss and possibly get into the organization. Adrien is visiting town and becomes a hindrance (or an asset??) to Marinette’s mission. He falls in love with Marinette and it becomes messier than her field of work.
Theres actually two more pages to this but I’m too lazy
Imagine Jagged Stone being the reason and a driving force behind Marinette's Career taking offp
Imagine Jagged Stone getting really tired of people just not getting his style. The clothes that are chosen for him are boring, his new Image Consultant wants to turn him into a ‘XY-wannabe’ (needless to say they didn’t last very long) and his record contract with Bob Ross Music was torn up after a final explosive argument even though he reached number one again.
The only bright spot seems to be the album cover that the cheery middle-school student, Marinette, designed for him. Everything about it was him and she even added a smelly-sticker that had the whole ‘sweat and leather’ thing Rock ‘n’ Roll was about. Also the shades she gave him were pretty sweet. So he figures he’d personally give her some back stage passes to his latest concert as a thank you and maybe to see her again because her facial expressions are hilarious.
Marinette arrives at the Palace to pick up the tickets and she practically falls over herself thanking him for the tickets. For convenient Plot Shenanigans, her sketchbook falls out of her bag while she’s thanking him and Jagged sees just how much talent Marinette has and where her true passion lies.
Imagine one thing leading to another and Marinette finds herself commissioned for a jacket for Jagged to wear at his next concert.
She makes the jacket and Jagged adores it. He loves it so much, he has to be talked out of making Marinette his personal fashion designer by Penny, his new contractor and Fang (though it’s definitely a close call and it’s only the fact Marinette hasn’t finished high school stops him [Education is important]).
So he does the next best thing. He hires her on a semi-regular basis.
Imagine Jagged and Marinette end up meeting often to discuss styles, colours, textures and general fashion choices.
Imagine Jagged hiring Marinette to make various accessories and clothes for various publicity events. (Though he does take into account of her schooling and doesn’t overwhelm her with commissions.)
Imagine Jagged Stone and Marinette becoming good friends to the point he gives her special behind-the-scenes access to publicity events so she can be inspired and he becomes something of a mentor when dealing with fame and publicity. She talks to him about the odd boy issue (he is no help at all because he just laughs at her) and Chloe being Chloe and how she gets discouraged about her designs occasionally.
Imagine Jagged bragging about the sweet, talented student that made his accessories for an award ceremony to other celebrities and on television. (He wanted her and her family to come too but it was a school night.)
Imagine Marinette wondering where all these commissions from celebrities are coming from and why Jagged looks a bit too pleased with himself every time she brings it up.
Imagine Jagged celebrating loudly when Marinette receives several summer internships from various fashion companies after seeing her talent even though she is so young.
Imagine Marinette’s fashion career taking off through various celebrities and public figures all adoring her designs . It becomes a thing where people begin to brag about having a 'Marinette Special’.
Imagine Jagged encouraging Marinette to push her limits and use her intuition to create the best designs possible for each of her commissions. (All of her customers love her for it.)
Just Imagine that it’s all Jagged Stone’s fault Marinette’s career takes off so early.
Eurydice, Eat Your Heart Out (Adrino Percy Jackson AU)
In the dark of Cabin 10, staring up at the roof of
his bunk, Adrien could hear the distant plucking of a harp as waves lapped
lazily against the shoreline.
All things considered, it wasn’t surprising that he
was having trouble sleeping; less than twenty-four hours earlier his father’s
limo was nearly destroyed by a rampaging Cyclops that the middle-aged fashion
mogul dispatched with a quick flick of a sword he drew from seemingly nowhere.
From there, it was somewhat of a blur of packing, private jet rides, and
clandestine car trips to the sunny shores of Long Island, New York, a silver
pen containing the only means of protection he had in case other monsters
He could still scarcely believe it. If someone had
told him that he was the product of an affair between his mother and the
Greco-Roman goddess of love and beauty a few days ago, he would have been
dialing Gorilla’s number as quickly as he could while backing away from them.
Now, surrounded by dozens of half-siblings he never knew existed, Adrien didn’t
quite know what to make of his current situation. He still thought he was going
to wake up, home in Paris, and the whole thing would have been just a fever
dream brought on by bad cheese; the attack, the journey, the music-
Sitting up in bed, Adrien strained his ears over the
snoring of his bunkmate to hear the almost aimless melody that meandered its
way across the waves. It was a song that sounded so familiar; like the chorus
to something he had heard on the radio years ago. It couldnt’ve been coming
from far, judging by the way it cut through the sound of twenty-five teenagers’
beauty sleep, so, clutching his pen and carrying his sneakers, Adrien tip-toed
towards the door as quietly as possible, stepping out into the warm Long Island