Less “Autism isn’t a disability, its just a difference!”
More “The idea of ‘a disability’ obscures the reality of disablement and reduces it to individual experiences rather than the wide social disabling of disabled people and trying to separate Autistic people from other disabled people by acting like we are somehow better is harmful and unhelpful. We are disabled, denying that is not how to end our oppression, we need to challenge ableism and disablement at its root and join with other disabled people and other marginalised groups in doing so.”
For the random drunk one-shots: I believe Marinette doesn't find out Bourbon balls have ACTUAL alcohol in them until it's too late...
Ah-ha-ha…I’m sorry this took so long! Enjoy! ;P I am a whore for fluff, so here ya go.
Miraculous Ladybug - Adrinette My Drunk Valentine
“These are delicious!” Marinette exclaimed, picking up another one of the powdery, doughnut-like balls off the plate and popping it into her mouth.
“I’m glad you like them,” Adrien chuckled from behind her.
She gasped, trying desperately to chew faster so he wouldn’t see her stuffed face. She wiped her mouth before turning around, smiling at him. “Adrien! I thought you were talking to Alya.”
“She went to take pictures of everyone around the party,” he replied. Adrien’s father had agreed to allow him to have a Valentine’s Day party at their house, so he had invited everyone from their class. There was music, games, and Adrien’s father had even hired someone to cater the event.
“Oh,” she offered, pathetically, as a reply. “So, um, are you enjoying the party?”
He smiled. “I should be asking you that. I’m the host, after all.”
“R-Right,” she chuckled, awkwardly. Come on, Marinette. Stop being so weird! “Well, I’m having a great time! Your home is really beautiful, and the food is great!”
“Probably not as good as your parents’ food,” he teased, popping one of the doughnuts into his mouth.
“I don’t know. They’ve never made these before.” She joined him in eating another one, making that nearly a dozen she had managed to eat all by herself in the short hour she had been there.
“Adrien, come take a picture with me!” Chloe called, waving from across the room.
“I’d better go,” he said, leaving her to go to Chloe.
“Better slow down on those, girl,” Alya smirked, leaning against the table, watching Marinette eat another doughnut.
“They’re just doughnuts,” Marinette grumbled, watching in envy as Chloe easily pulled Adrien against herself for a selfie with him. She could never be that brave, so she kind of admired Chloe for that.
“Those are Bourbon Balls,” Alya snickered.
“Bourbon Balls? Meaning, they contain Bourbon? As in alcohol?” When Alya nodded, Marinette felt her stomach drop.
“Don’t worry about it though,” her friend tried to reassure her. “They’ll only affect if you eat like ten or something.”
She groaned. “What about twelve?”
Alya gasped. “You ate that many?!”
“SHH! Alya, what am I going to do–” She stumbled sideways, suddenly feeling very dizzy.
“Hey, are you alright?” Alya steadied her, helping her over to one of the tables so she could sit down.
She smiled at her friend, the dizziness leaving just as suddenly as it had come, leaving behind only a giddy sort of happiness. “I’m great! Never better.”
“Maybe we should tell–”
“No! Alya, we can’t tell anyone I ate that many! They’ll call me a glutton!”
“Better than calling you a drunk,” she chuckled.
“Hey girls. Nino wants to get a group photo,” Adrien told them as he approached the table.
Marinette jumped to her feet, trying to act normal, even though she could tell her face was flushed and she wasn’t standing up quite straight. “Adrien! That sounds great! Let’s go!”
He glanced at Alya, who merely shook her head. “Ok. I’m glad you’re excited.”
“Of course,” Marinette replied, smiling. “I’ve been wanting to take a picture with you all night, honestly, I just haven’t been brave enough to ask.”
When his eyes widened in surprise, she realized she had said something she shouldn’t have.
“I’m gonna go see if Nino needs help,” Alya announced, quickly excusing herself. Marinette shot her a please don’t leave me here alone with Adrien look, but she ignored it and kept walking.
“Traitor,” she grumbled under her breath.
“Do you want to take a picture with me now before the group shot?” Adrien asked.
“Yes!” She answered, immediately. She stood close to him, holding out her phone, but her hand was shaking too badly for her to get a good angle. She couldn’t tell if it was her nerves or the Bourbon Balls making her shake, but she wished both of them would cut it out.
“Want me to take it?”
“Please.” She handed over the phone, practically sighing in relief.
As she leaned close to him for the picture, she couldn’t help but admire him even more. He was so sweet, and always so considerate of everyone. He had convinced his father to let him have this party because he didn’t want anyone to be alone on Valentine’s Day.
Without really thinking, she reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He nearly dropped her phone in shock, and his face was red when he turned to look at her.
“W-What was that for?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Adrien,” she giggled, taking her phone back and making her way over to the waiting group of their friends. When she glanced at her phone, though her vision wasn’t the best at the moment, she could see Adrien had snapped the picture just as she had kissed him.
Hugging the phone close to her chest, she stood beside Alya as they all gathered around for the photo.