#be hilarious if it grew inches overnight

[miss-floral-thief]

Hm interesting it actually says to leave in 3-5 mins

[sankt-brekker-the-demjin]

You Know, For Research Purposes - Tom Holland x Reader College!AU

Summary: Working on their research project, group mates Miles, Ned, Haz, Betty, Tom and Y/N grew closer together over the course of a few months. Also, how does Cheetos and ice cream taste together? ;)))

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: (gif not mine.) lolz hi! Look what boredom did to me.. I made a fanfic... [first time doing this idk what to do so there's that moving on. Hope u like it! Geronimo.]

Tom ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands with force. He banged his head lightly on the table. He looked back at his Lit folder and saw he still had half of it to finish. He closed it and decided he would do it later. Managing the research project and studying for exams were taking a toll on his body and his sanity. He got up and went to the get some water.

It was halfway through midnight. His parents and brothers were asleep on their rooms. Miles, Haz, Y/N, Betty and Ned - his Qualitative Research applied subject classmates were sprawled all over the living room, laptops shoved to their faces, bond papers in hand. It was a typical students' night. The group had gotten together at Tom's house, and planned to stay overnight.

Miles and Y/N have History 1 together, while Betty and Haz had Calculus. But other than that, this was the only classes they all had together. Being in college is no easy feat, proper time management was necessary. 

Ned had assigned each member to a specific part of the paper, and they've been at it since 8 pm. They all have to multitask and manage their time. Tom had almost finished his part of the paper, so he tried to do his Lit homework now.

Tom heard footsteps stomping on the floors. He turned and saw Y/N marching up to him with an annoyed look on her face and was about to speak but he cut her off.

"If you complain about the heat one more time, I'm give you a real reason to sweat," Tom set the cup of water with a smug look on his face.

She halted on her tracks and smacked the paper she brought on his arms. Tom chuckled, but didn't move.

"No, you idiot," Y/N rolled her eyes. "You might wanna fix that paper before you go off scaring people to death with that annoying face of yours."

His mouth twitched in amusement and took the stapled papers from her hands. "So you admit you've been looking at my face."

"You're so full of it," Y/N stepped around him and grabbed another glass, getting water from the tap.

Tom looked at the incorrect charts and tables he had made on the paper. He cursed under his breath. He had been working on it in the wee hours of last night. Spontaneous typing, no pit stops on spelling errors and everything else, just got it done.

"The original file is on my computer upstairs," he groaned. "I'll have to re-do this again."

"You do that," she clicked her tongue. "And I'll just chill here by your fridge for a moment."

Y/N opened the fridge and took the remaining slice of cake laid on a plate.

"That's mine -" Tom protested.

"Not anymore." Y/N ate the cake.

He scowled and moved to close the door of the fridge. Y/N leaned her back on the door. There they were, a few inches away from each other. Tom stood seething; Y/N chewed the cake with an amused expression. She wiped the frosting on her lower lip with her tongue reflexively. Before he realized it his eyes wandered to her lips.

Tom inched his face closer, eyes darting over to her eyes and lips. "If you don't stop biting your lips ..."

"What are you gonna do?"

Tom remained quiet but clenched his jaw.

Y/N chuckled, "You're all talk and no action."

Heavy footsteps echoed on the hallway to the kitchen, gaining both their attention away from each other. Tom whipped his head to the of the voice and shot him a look.

"I told you 7000 times, a chicken is a bird -" Haz bursted into the room with a phone clutched to his ears, pausing when he caught sight of Tom and Y/N. "D'you have a charger I could borrow?" Haz covered his phone with his hands.

"I have one in my backpack." Y/N said.

Haz nodded, talking again to his sister on the phone about chickens. He walked back to the living room, waiting for Y/N to follow him.

Y/N stopped by the table where Tom had been working on, and pointed at his paper. "I can't finish my part if you can't finish yours." Seeing as his paper's original file was on his computer upstairs, she grabbed his laptop without waiting for him to reply. "Imma borrow this ... Thanks."

She went back to the living room, laptop on hand.

"And don't look at my browser history!" She heard Tom call back from the kitchen.

"Wouldn't dare," she countered in a mocking tone.

As the weeks passed, they started collecting data on the field. They went through one institution to another, gathering reports and statistics, and validating it with professionals. Then after that it was all a blur. They submitted the paper to Mrs. Luxley and was graded, only given back to them for minor revisions.

The gang decided to spend that same night they passed the assignment on Tom's house again, just like they did when they were still making the paper. Tom's parents had gotten used to them staying over, and Sam always tried to flirt with Betty when he was around. 

Ned and Haz raced to Tom's bedroom. Ned threw himself on the bed first. "God, I've never felt the bed being this good," he sighed and melted with pleasure. All those sleepless nights they've had finally paid off.

Haz hit him with a pillow. "Move over!"

Y/N laid on the couch, feet perched on top of Tom's lap, getting comfortable. Betty and Miles slept on the carpets of Tom's living room. They just sort of crawled to the floor in delight and just stayed there, too tired to move anywhere else. Haz came back to the living room, holding a bottle of champagne on his hands from the Hollands' cupboards.

He cheered. "Let's celebrate!"

But they celebrated the victory by sleeping out for an entire day spread all over the Hollands' house.

Even though their project was finished, the lot still remained close with each other. They spent times at Miles' favourite diner by the corner of the campus during their collective free time.

And last week, Haz's sister gave birth to a pretty baby girl. Haz invited them over and they all came to join the little house party his sister threw. The group counted on this as the official celebration of their hard work.

It was a Thursday afternoon. Family and friends chatted and caught up with each other in the Osterfield's backyard. Dream by Fleetwood Mac could be heard playing on the living room speakers.

Tom was talking with his dad. Betty and Ned sat at the garden chairs talking to one of Haz's brothers. Those two really were people persons. Miles and Y/N laughed at a hilarious history joke their professor rambled about. Tom tried to pay them no mind, though his glance drifted to them every now and then. His dad eventually noticed the shift in his mood, but decided to ignore it because his mum came to them, carrying Haz's niece. Tom accepted the baby to his arms while his mum and dad went to the kitchen.

Lily, the smol bean's eyes crinkled with joy and giggled. Her chubby little hands reached out to him. Tom stuck his tongue out affectionately her. He turned his head to the low whistle he heard.

"Wow... Daddy," Y/N smirked.

That day was all fun and games, but by the end it they still had school stuff to catch up on. A few weeks later, they decided to cram in the library.

Nothing feels better than suffering with acads together friends.

The group sat in a table by the corner, immersed in their own world. Tom went to the bookshelves to look for an autobiography book his proffesor suggested. Ned was compiling essays on his laptop. Miles was reading a book by Neil Gaiman. Haz and Betty were doing their Calculus homework.

Y/N's chin rested on her hands, staring blankly at her laptop screen. A straight line blinked repeatedly on the ends of the only sentence she typed.

What the fuck |

She just needed a head start on this critique paper. Nothing too heavy, just one paragraph to kick it all into place. That's where it's always hard. The first line. So now she's stuck with cursing. Before Y/N realize it, she's slumped her face down to the wooden table with a light bang. The group lifted their eyes to her, asking if she was alright. She shoved her thumbs up above her head, and they went back to what they what they were doing.

Haz who sat on her right, patted her back. "Same here, sis," he fought back a yawn.

Her eyes felt heavy. Then she groggily looked up to the little 'thunk' dropped on the table.

"Oh, great you're alive," she muttered before setting her face back on the table again.

Tom pulled his chair beside her. "Miss me already? I was barely gone for a few minutes."

"I'm so blessed to be with your presence," she stated in a monotonous voice.

Tom snorted. "Your professor is really gonna give you an A+ with those colorful words. 'What the fuck,' short but sweet."

She looked up and stuck her tongue out. Seeing his face has started to get old ... she tried convincing herself that, though.

They did their business. Ever so often, Y/N and Tom's elbows would brush against each other. Y/N had her earphones on, listening to her shuffled playlist on Spotify. Tom heard muffled tunes, and turned his head closer.

"What are you listening to?" He whispered; his breath fanned the side of her neck that sent chills up her spine.

She didn't look at him and instead continued to write key points to make on her essay. She spoke, her voice low. "This one's called Uncomfortable by Wallows."

He grinned and leaned even closer. "Can I listen?"

From across the table, Ned took 10 bucks from his wallet and shoved it on Betty’s hand. She pumped her fist in a silent triumph.

Y/N shifted her head to look at him, only to find his cute, devilishly handsome face inches away from hers. If she would tilt her head a little... their lips would touch. They locked eyes for a second, before she plucked one earphone and gave it to him.

He cocked his head, liking the song. Minutes passed. The only noises were from turning book pages, soft patter of keys on the laptops, and bits of hushed voices encompassed the area.

An hour later, Y/N felt herself getting hungry and went out to buy food, Betty tagging along. They ate outside since the library was strict on the 'NO eating policy.' Not even other drinks are allowed, only water. The others stayed behind. Then Betty came back to her seat.

"Where's Y/N?"

Betty sat on her chair, "She's outside, still eating."

Tom nodded and felt himself getting hungry, too. He opened his backpack and took a bag of Cheetos he stashed. He stood and said to them he was gonna eat outside. He went out, and spotted her leaning on a pillar, scooping ice cream out of a cup.

"I'm starving," he stood beside her.

"We've been there for ages," she scooped another spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream she got from the shop across the street.

Tom munched on his Cheetos. He turned to look at her happily savoring her ice cream. He moved for Y/N's ice cream cup but she swerved it out of his reach.

"Get your own," she swatted his arms away.

A thought crossed his mind. It reminded him of the last time they did this at his kitchen, over a slice of cake. And how they've been so close...

For the past few months, he's gotten a strange feeling whenever Y/N was around. Like there's an electric buzz in him, his heart would warm up at the sight of her. He couldn't stay away from her, and he wants to know her better, and feel her and just be there right beside her. He couldn't explain it.

Tom grinned at the memory, chucking a piece of Cheetos on his mouth. He stepped forward. "D'you wanna know how Cheetos and mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like together?" he leaned closer to her face; his breath hot against her skin. His gaze shifted down to her parted lips. "You know, for research purposes..."

"Hmm?" She held her eyes up on his own gleaming brown ones. "Probably good. Anything's good with mint chocolate ice cream."

"Yeah?" His hands reached out to move the strands of her hair away from her face. "Wanna test it out?"

She shrugged.

Tom found his hand on the back of her neck and slammed his lips to hers. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut. He tasted full of that cheesy goodness. And her, a heavenly taste of vanilla and the aroma of mint. Her arm stretched out to keep the ice cream cup away. She parted from his lips to set the cup down onto the pillar. He wrapped his arms to her waist, pulling her flush against him. With her now empty hands, she ran her fingers on his soft brown curls. She tugged at the strands, eliciting a low guttural sound from him muffled by her mouth on his.

He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers, breathless. "We should get back inside to do ... stuff."

"No no. Don't care." She pulled the back of his neck and closed their distance again. He chuckled.

Y/N loved the way their mouths danced to a rhythm, flavors mixing together from the forgotten taste-testing session, now a different kind of session.

A hand still on her waist, the other cupped her cheeks and tilted her chin to give him more access. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, welcoming warm the feelings burning inside her.

They parted, but still inches away from each other. Y/N bit his lower lip. Tom hissed in surprise but she kissed it better.

"So ... what do you think?" He murmured in a low voice.

"Mmm, I like it." Cheetos and ice cream forgotten.

"Yeah?" He grinned at her. "Me too."

Seconds lapsed. Neither of them moved, still stuck in a more romantic version of a staring contest.

"I like you." Tom's heartbeat raced.

She grinned back at him. "I like you, too. Like 3000. I like you that much."

-

Roll the end credits.

[thenovelartist]

It Started as a Joke

Throwback Thursday! Yay!

It started out as a joke.

Alya had been following Ladybug and Chat Noir reverently since they day they came to save the city. Six years later, she still was their number one reporter despite the twenty-year-old having an internship at a news company. She would always drop whatever she was doing to catch the latest news on the superheroes of Paris.

She was also the number one biggest LadyNoir fan ever in existence. Which was fair considering she created the ship and captained it.

So for her birthday, Adrien thought it would be hilarious to surprise Alya with probably the biggest superhero “scoop” ever.

Hopefully, Marinette would play along with it. He wanted her reaction to be genuine, so the best way to pull it off would be to surprise her as well.

The most recent akuma—because Hawkmoth still ran rampant over the city, sneaky butterfly—was easily captured, no Lucky Charm or Cataclysm needed. So Ladybug and Chat Noir stayed for a few questions for reporters before slipping off into the dusk. And just as Chat was hoping, Alya was following.

Once they were out of view from the main commotion, Chat grabbed his lady’s hand to stop her before she could jump into the alleyway.

“Chat?”

He looked over his shoulder to see Alya filming them. Over his other shoulder was a great view of the Eiffel Tower twinkling with lights. Perfect.

He grabbed her other hand and with the most serious expression he could muster, said, “Please play along? For Alya? She’s watching over your right shoulder.”

Ladybug didn’t look at her best friend, just quirked an eyebrow at Chat. “What do you mean?”

“It’s her birthday, bugaboo. I thought a little ‘LadyNoir’ would make her happy.”

Ladybug tried to keep a straight face, but failed. “So…what are you planning?”

Chat leaned in, a slight grin on his face. “For you to say yes.”

“Well, if I knew the plan…” she began, a teasing smile on her face.

He dropped to his knee and pulled out a little black box. Ladybug looked sufficiently shocked. If Chat had to be honest, he didn’t think she was acting at that point. “Chat?”

He lifted the box to her, opening it to reveal a ring.

Yes, he did buy a ring for the fake occasion. He had to make it look realistic, after all.

Ladybug definitely wasn’t acting when her hands flung over her mouth at the sight of the ruby ring. “Chat?!”

“Ladybug,” he started, “Will you please give me your left hand?”

Dumbly, she nodded and extended that hand.

As he put the ring on his lady’s hand, kissing it for good measure, Adrien was fairly certain that he heard Alya squeal all the way up from the street. Considering the way Ladybug glanced over at her friend, she must have heard it too.

He stood and took Ladybug in his arms, making a show of embracing her tightly (which he very much was) while he chanced a look at the woman full-out dancing in the street.

“It’s a very pretty ring, Chat,” Ladybug commented.

“I’m glad you like it. You can add it to your collection.”

She chuckled. “Because it’s not big enough,” she joked.

“No. It’s not,” Chat said seriously. “So don’t expect me to stop.”

She sighed, slightly irritated. “I’ve given up on the hope of you ever stopping spoiling me.”

Now he was the chuckling one. He pulled away just enough to see her face. “Only the finest for a princess.” Then he leaned forward the inch distance and kissed her soundly. Even though the haze that always came when kissing his lady and princess, he could hear Alya screaming.

After that, they ran home, Alya no longer following them. Adrien had no doubt they would be all over the news tomorrow.

They jumped through the window of their room in the Agreste mansion. He had wanted to leave as soon as he turned eighteen, but when Marinette became his father’s apprentice, it was just more convenient to be here. And everyone who knew him knew anything that involved Marinette became number one priority. Besides, with Marinette around, a little more life came into the house, making it feel more like a home.

In a flash of complimentary colors, the superheroes disappeared, leaving a very happy, famous-in-their-own-right couple in the place of the superhero duo.

Marinette held the ruby ring in her hand. “It’s an appropriate color. I’ll give you that, Chaton. But I like mine better.” She gazed at the diamond and dual sapphire stones twinkling in her white gold wedding band.

“Good,” he said, taking his wife’s hand and laying a long, lingering kiss on it. “I’m glad.”

She pulled him close, wrapping her arms up around his neck while his arms snaked around her waist. “Alya’s face must have been priceless for all the screaming she was doing.”

He chuckled. “Hopefully she filmed herself so we can catch a glimpse of it on the Ladyblog tomorrow.”

...

The next morn—er, day since they had they actually had the ability to sleep in until lunchtime, Adrien pulled his phone out while Marinette groaned about how she didn’t want to get out of bed.

“But don’t you want to see the Ladyblog?”

Marinette paused for a moment. “Yes.”

While she scrambled up to take a place beside him, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her hands around his arm, he pulled up Alya’s website on his phone.

The site had been transformed overnight to look more like a wedding invitation than the blog it was. Sadly, Alya didn’t film herself during the process, but hearing the very moment she gasped as well as seeing her excited face after the superheroes had disappeared was plenty rewarding.

“You know, I’m shocked Alya hasn’t called me yet.”

Adrien chuckled. “Or that Nino hasn’t texted me saying how his wife is driving him up a wall.”

“Which would have been your fault in the first place.”

“…Worth it.”

“Won’t be worth it if he demands divorce after barely a month of marriage,” Marinette teased.

Adrien just glared at her. Good-naturedly, of course.

As they continued scanning the Ladyblog, a new, just-posted article caught their attention.

Mayor speaks out about superhero proposal.

“Play the video,” Marinette said.

Adrien needed no prompting. As they watched, their eyes grew wider until the very end of the five-minute clip when he was certain his jaw had become unhinged and was now resting on the bed.

Apparently, entirety of Paris was going to throw them a wedding.

“We…we can’t let them…”

Marinette and Adrien exchanged a shocked look that said the same thing.

“Tikki, spots on!”

“Plagg, claws out!”

The duo ran out into the city, ready to beg for a meeting with the mayor of Paris. Instead, they interrupted the first—and hopefully only—Superhero Wedding Committee Meeting. They thanked the mayor for the effort but stated it wasn’t necessary. The whole room erupted at that. How dare the superheroes not get an all-expenses-paid wedding when they’ve done so much for the city. Who would even think of such a thing?

And then Ladybug tried to counter with, “But we’re already married.”

The committee froze. Chat thought for sure they were going to lay it to rest, but just as he was about to add a comment of his own, the room erupted into complete and utter pandemonium.

Apparently, the people of Paris were not happy that they were not invited to their superheroes wedding.

(They very much were, but that wasn’t something Ladybug nor Chat Noir were going to disclose.)

So after much debate, Ladybug and Chat Noir relented and let Paris throw them a second wedding. They had a few demands, though. Their suit and wedding dress would be Agreste originals, and the main wedding cake was to be made by none other than Tom and Sabine Dupain.

The committee readily agreed.

So four months later, the Notre Dame was closed off to the public as only the most esteemed guests got past the police barricade to enter (esteemed guests which may or may not have included Ladybug and Chat’s entire class [who may or may not have their suspicions] as well as a good handful of formerly akumatized victims). Some crazed fans camped out on blankets and lawn chairs in hopes they might catch a glimpse of the superhero couple. The rest of the general public just watched the televised version.

Because it was currently the only thing on TV in Paris right now.

Chat had to hand it to the committee, the wedding was about as extravagant as could be. The traditional white drapery was accented with plenty of red roses and black ribbons just to clearly state who the wedding was for.

Chat stood at the altar, dressed up in the black, twin tail—oh, he had a good laugh about that one—suit that Marinette had designed. His father, when offered the job, immediately thrust the project upon Marinette as though he wanted nothing to do with it. The designs had to be approved by him, but he was going to do none of the work. So Marinette had all the power to create whatever dress she wanted to wear. A good thing considering that one of the problems they discovered was taking their suits off was not an option. And they were not going to go out in public untransformed. It didn’t matter if they wore masks to cover their faces. They were going to be transformed. As their superhero selves. That was final. Therefore, anything Marinette designed had to work around their superhero outfits.  

Marinette had finished a week ago—which he was glad for because she was starting to really lose sleep over it—but she had insisted he not see her designs until the wedding. So when the organ started to play the wedding march (they got Jagged Stone to play for them. Actually, from what Chat understood, the man called the mayor and volunteered.)  Chat was just as anxious as the rest of the crowd to get a look at Ladybug.

Chat would have thought that watching the woman that would become his wife march down the aisle a second time, ready to meet him and exchange vows, would be easier to handle.

Nope.

His breath was completely and utterly stolen from his lungs and his heart completely ceased to function as he watched Ladybug walk down the aisle. Traditional was not a word to describe the dress she wore. On the contrary, the dress was made of black satin, looking like it had been twisted around her torso before draping delicately around her shoulders. Two small trains of spotted red fabric draped over her shoulders, reaching only her waist. Underneath that were two far longer trains of sheer white, draping to the floor and fluttering with every step she took. In that moment, Chat realized she looked like a flying ladybug.

Then she got close enough for Chat to see her eyes. The way her bluebell orbs sparkled with warmth and happiness and love…

Chat was certain that he was going to die. A very happy death but die nevertheless.

He finally snapped himself out of it just in time to reach out a hand for her. Giving him a smile that nearly took every last ounce of strength from his knees, she placed her hand in his and stood opposite of him in front of the altar.

Most of what the priest said flew right over his head, but he was able to hear the man say it was time to exchange vows. Just like the first time, he had spent the past few weeks planning them out. What he had to say to Ladybug was no less important than what he had to say to Marinette, so he knew he better make these count all the same.

“My Lady,” he began. “The first time I wrote vows to you, they seemed inadequate. I’ve spent a longer this time, yet they still seem to fall short. What do you say to your perfect other half? To your better other half? The one that makes you stronger. The one that make you better than what you really are. The one that believes in you even if no one else does. The one that accepts you and loves you even though you’re definitely not good enough for them. What can I possibly say to you that would be remotely good enough?”

Ladybug’s eyes were already growing misty. Chat swallowed as he tried to get out the words he’d been composing for weeks now. “I love you. I mean it in the deepest sense imaginable. Know you have all my heart and all of me, always and forever. You are my partner, my best friend, my only love, and my perfect other half. Me without you would hardly be anything. And I mean that in both senses. As Chat. And as me.

“As for the vows, my first vow is that I will always be at your side, whether that’s in the heat of battle or on a lazy day. Because we’re partners. Together, we’re stronger than we really are. You make me stronger. Furthermore, you give me a reason to be strong.

“My second vow is to cherish you, because you are absolutely priceless. There will never be another woman like you. Not even the next Ladybug will be like you, nor have any of the past Ladybugs ever been. You are absolutely one of a kind, and I will tell you that often. As both Ladybug, and as you.

“My third vow is to always protect you. Always. I know you hate this vow, because I know you value my life and well-being. While it touches my heart to the deepest degree, know that if I have the ability to protect you, to take a hit in your stead, I’ll take it without hesitation. Every single time. I’ll never regret it. Seeing you hurt hurts me worse than any hit I could take.

“My fourth vow is to always try to be the partner you deserve. I’ve strived to meet so many expectations of others, but then you come into my life and you just expect me to be me. And I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you want me, even though I know I get on your nerves and irritate you at times. Even though I’m not perfect and probably make more mistakes than I want to admit. You just take me as I am and that means the world to me. You took me as I was even when we weren’t dating, even when we were just friends, had just met. And it’s that reason that I want to strive to be my best for you. Because while I know you love me now, I want to give you even more of a reason to be proud. To love me. I want to try to be the man you deserve. Because you deserve the best and absolutely nothing less.

“And my final vow is to repeat these whenever you need to hear them. They are burned into my head and my heart so I will never forget them. But what I really hope is that you will never forget them either.

“I love you, Ladybug, and I can barely believe you agreed to marry me. I don’t know what this unlucky black cat did to deserve you, but I count myself the luckiest man alive to know that you chose me.”

Ladybug was crying at this point. No, hearing vows a second time wasn’t any less powerful than the first time. And knowing that Chat meant every word and did not take any of his words lightly at all further wrecked her.

The crowd wasn’t exactly dry-eyed either. The “aww”s were audible throughout the building, reverberating down the halls and outside. Cameras were flashing, capturing the earnest expression on Chat’s face and the loving one on Ladybug.

Finally, all that died down enough for Ladybug to speak. “Chat, I’ve never been half as elegant with words as you. I could spend months writing these words and they would not sound half as pretty as yours. But please know that I mean everything I say with everything I have.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll say it every day because you deserve to hear it, and I’ll mean it every day, as long as we both shall live. I love everything about you. Even when I’m irritated with you or angry at you, know I never stop loving you. You’re my other half. You’re my better half. My husband. My partner.

“I vow to always be by your side. Because you are my perfect partner, Kitty. You match me in battle. You balance me out on a normal day. I could not be Ladybug without you. I shouldn’t even be this lucky, not even with my ladybug luck, to have you willing to stand at my side. Yet you are, and I can’t begin to describe just how thankful I am for that. So I want to give you back everything you’ve given me, and be your match on a day in and day out basis.

“I vow to learn how to value you better. It’s not that I don’t value you now because I value you with everything I have, but I know that there are times I’m selfish. There are times I don’t give you the credit you deserve. And as I’ve said so many times, we are equals, so that is very hypocritical of me. You don’t deserve that. Not with all you do for me. I want to value you to the fullest. You deserve to be. So I will learn how to value you better. To value you more.

“I vow to become a better partner. You are my other half just as I am yours. We are Chat Noir and Ladybug. I can’t be me without you, and you can’t be you without me. So I want to strive to be my best for you. Because you chose me. You give me your all selflessly and sometimes in disregard to yourself. You deserve that from me, too. You deserve it more often than I give it. You deserve a whole lot more than what I am. Yet you somehow chose me. Something I cherish always and should never take for granted.

“Which brings me to my last vow. I will not take you for granted. I’ve nearly lost you far too many times, and every time that happens, I get a glimpse of what my life might be like without you, and it scares me. Because I love just being by your side. Being with you. Tackling the world together. And while it becomes so easy for me to slip and think that it’s normal, that it will always be this way, there’s always a scary possibility that it won’t. So I will cherish every day I get to spend with you, hoping for a lifetime of memories we make together. But even if it’s only a short time, then I will cherish every minute of it. Because I love you, Chat Noir. I love you so much. And I am so, so thankful that you chose me.”

Another round of “aww”s, more camera flashes, and more tears. Including on Chat, which he quickly wiped away so that he only wore a very happy smile on his face.

Ladybug and Chat Noir barely heard the rest of what the priest said after that. The rings were exchanged, last vows were said, and then they were called husband and wife.

The priest didn’t even finish those famous last words before Chat scooped Ladybug up into his embrace and kissed her soundly.

Whoops and hollers and camera flashes were ignored by the happy duo in favor of a second and third kiss. When they parted, they were shooed down the aisle, where an ungodly amount of rice and flower petals rained down on them. If anything, it prompted them to get outside to the awaiting limousine faster.

The chauffeur had the door to the black limo open for the two superheroes as they ducked against the onslaught of confetti, laughing all the while. Chat guided Ladybug into the car first, blocking most of the chaos from making it in before she dragged him inside as well.

The chauffeur shut the door, and Chat wasted no time launching himself at his wife, kissing her fiercely. Gathering her wits against the surprise, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him ever closer. One kiss turned to two. Three. Four. Chat broke the kiss for the sole reason of finding the button to flip up the privacy screen against the driver, diving back to her as soon as he did.

“You’re a liar,” he said in between kisses. “You have a very eloquent way with words.”

“I’m glad at least one of us thinks so,” she panted. “You, on the other hand, are unrivaled. I thought you had me the first time you said vows, but the second round made me fall in love with you twice over.”

Chat shoved her backwards, pressing her back against the leather seats just as he felt the car start to move forward. “And what do you think yours did to me?” he asked, his voice husky and low.

“Considering that you can’t wait until we run off from the reception to have our second wedding night? I think I have an idea.”

Chat closed the very small distance in between them, pinning his wife to the seats as he kissed her repeatedly with a fire that couldn’t be quenched while she returned every last bit of vigor with her own.

All too soon, the driver knocked against the divider, calling the bride and groom’s attention.

Ladybug pouted as she clung to him, causing Chat’s heart to double in speed. Quite a feat since it was already beating fast. “I still can’t believe they are throwing a huge reception for us.”

Because Paris was. All of Paris, actually. After the wedding, people were encouraged to gather at parks and common public spaces where there would be music and dancing and a variety of food. All in celebration of the superheroes, who were going to the actual reception underneath the Eiffel Tower.

“Well, we’d better go out there and pretend we’re having fun, don’t you think?”

She smiled at him. “You always do love putting on a show, Kitty.”

After fixing themselves—one of Ladybug’s hair ribbons had been yanked out and Chat’s collar looked a little too ruffled—Chat swung open the door, only to be greeted by cheers. He ignored them as he turned to assist his very lovely bride out of the limousine and to the heart of the commotion.

There was good food, sweet cake they got to make a show of cutting, (No matter how badly Chat wanted to shove some on Ladybug’s face, he resisted. That is, until Ladybug dolloped a bit of frosting on his nose. Then he had to return the favor.) and rock music. Jagged Stone arranged the perfect line up of songs to pass the evening away until the afternoon sky faded to dusk.

The guests were slowly leaving while the hired crew began cleaning up. Before they could leave—and hurry back home—Ladybug and Chat Noir were approached by the Mayor.

“I hope this wedding did you justice. Paris cannot thank you enough for all you’ve done for us.”

“We really do appreciate it,” Ladybug replied, “even though it was highly unnecessary.”

“Nonsense,” the mayor insisted. “We were happy to oblige. Now, I suppose there is one little matter left. Such as the honeymoon suite.”

Ladybug and Chat wore matching confused looks. “Honeymoon suite?” Chat repeated. That hadn’t been part of the plan. Ladybug and Chat Noir had been insistent upon going home after the ceremony, despite Mr. Bourgeois’ protests of giving them the best suite in the Grand Parisian Hotel.

“Of course.” Mr. Bourgeois smiled. “Where else does a young couple go after their wedding? I was determined that I could not let Paris’ finest superheroes be devoid of such a luxury, so I organized the absolute finest suite in all of Paris.”

“Mr. Bourgeois, please. We would be more than happy to just go home. No need to take up your finest room.”

“It’s not in my hotel.” With a large grin, he pointed upwards. Towards the top of the Eiffel Tower.

It took Chat a moment to realize just what Mr. Bourgeois had planned. Judging by his lady’s confused face, she was left in the dark. “Sir, how did you—?”

“I’m the mayor of Paris,” he assured. “Do you think I wouldn’t be able to secure the room at the top of the Eiffel Tower for at least one night?”

Now Ladybug was surprised. “What?” She stuttered for words, looking back at the top of the tower and the Mayor himself. “Mr. Bourgeois, we couldn’t—”

“But you can,” he interrupted, pulling out a set of keys from his jacket pocket. “And you will.”

Chat reached out to take the keys considering Ladybug just stared at them in utter shock. “Thank you.”

“Only the finest for Paris’ finest,” Mr. Bourgeois assured. “You’ll have it only for the night, unfortunately. That was all I managed to acquire.”

“Which is more than we even expected,” Ladybug assured. “Thank you, so much. For everything.”

“Of course.” With that, he bowed before the two superheroes before taking his own leave.

Chat looked down at the keys in his hand as if it were the key to the world. The Eiffel Tower Suite. Good gracious, how many strings did Mr. Bourgeois have to pull for that one?

“He wasn’t kidding, was he?” Ladybug asked, looking down at the key in Chat’s hand.

“Nope. I really don’t think he was,” Chat assured his wife with a smile. Suddenly, the smirk on his face grew as he picked his wife up bridle style. She squealed in surprise, an endearing trait she didn’t lose as Ladybug, which called the attention of the camera crew again. “So, my lady,” Chat purred, “shall I whisk you off into the sunset?”

She grinned seductively and shifted in his arms. Chat swore his heartrate doubled in an instant, pounding hard in his chest as Ladybug wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes, kitty. Yes, you should.”

He whisked her away once again, ignoring the whoops and hollers that came from below. However, he stopped when he noticed the news crew zooming in on them.

He had nearly forgotten.

“Hey Hawkmoth,” he shouted towards the camera. “Thanks for not interrupting our wedding. Just thought you’d like to know we’ll be out of France for the next two weeks and taking our miraculous with us.” With a wink, he shot off again, holding Ladybug close to his chest.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He looked down at his lady, who looked somewhere along the lines of shocked and horrified.

“You didn’t think we weren’t going to have a honeymoon, did you, bugaboo?”

She sputtered but didn’t come up with any reply until they got up to the suite. “Don’t you think that’s a bit dangerous?”

Chat shook his head. “Hawkmoth wants our miraculous. He doesn’t want the city. He doesn’t want revenge. That’s what the akumas want. If we’re gone, there’s no reason for him to akumatize anyone. He’ll be angry, but he won’t be a danger to the city.”

Ladybug stood, stunned. Slowly, her shocked expression morphed to a smile. “I have to say, kitty, I am very impressed with you.”

He smiled down at her. “Thank you. Hopefully two weeks in sunny Spain is okay with you.”

Ladybug dropped her transformation, revealing her beautiful face from the cover of the mask. Chat took it as his cue to drop his own transformation, leaving Marinette and Adrien standing in a pseudo-wedding attire in the nicest suite in all of Paris.

“Anywhere you go is okay with me.”

Taking a small step forward, Adrien took his wife in his arms and kissed her again. Once. Twice. Just little pecks. “I love you, you know that?”

“As much as you know I love you.” Marinette’s hands then crawled up his arms and into his hair while her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Now, I believe we were rudely interrupted in the limo earlier.”

Adrien’s grin was nothing short of cattish. “I believe we were.”

…

Gabriel Agreste sat sulking in his office with the window curtains shut to block out the night while only the little lamp at his desk was lit. Two weeks, they claimed. Two weeks, they would be taking a vacation out of the country to who-knows-where and for honestly-who-knew-how-long. Two weeks. Two. Weeks.

Irritatingly crafty little b—

“Mr. Agreste.” A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He forced himself up to grab the files from Natalie. Hopefully they would provide enough of a distraction.

…

Somewhere inside the desk, a little butterfly that sat inside of a brooch sighed in relief. Two weeks of no evil? He’d take what he could get.

…

When morning came, the sunrise glowed through the unintentionally-left-open window of the highest suite in Paris. Shades of red and orange illuminated the couple hopelessly tangled in silk sheets. The dress and suit and the duvet cover were forgotten in heaps on the floor, highlighted in bits of yellow.

It wouldn’t be until the sun rose further up in the sky and the colors flattened out that the young man would awake. Drowsily, he opened his eyes, only for them to flutter shut again with pleasure. He was buried in his wife’s hair, and his wife was buried against his chest, their limbs wrapped around one another. It was the sweet calm of morning after a romantic night. Adrien loved mornings like these.

The young wife wouldn’t awake until after Adrien shifted, pulling the sheet up over them a bit better. She ran her hand lazily up his bare chest, relishing how every muscle tensed at her touch. She always found it amazing and strange and wonderful how she, little once-awkward-and-shy Marinette, could reduce her husband to shreds with very little effort.

But he could do the same to her, so they were on an equal playing field.

She sighed contentedly, and he could feel her breath roll across his shoulder in a way that left him buzzing. “Good morning,” he mumbled.

She whined and tightened her hold on her husband. “No. Too early.”

“That’s what mornings are.”

She pouted. “Morning shouldn’t come before noon.”

Adrien chuckled. His wife had never been a morning person.

Well, unless you counted her staying up till the ungodly hours of the morning working on her designs. Then she was definitely a morning person. “That’s just because you stay up too late.”

“And whose fault was that?”

…All right, he’d take that one.

It wouldn’t be for another hour, until after Adrien coaxed her further awake with kisses and… a little more (in his defense, she started it) that the “newly wedded” couple would leave. They left the keys to the suite in clear view on the table before they found a piece of paper to scribble out a thank-you note that they would leave in the mayor’s windowsill on the way back home.

They slipped in through the window of their room with hardly any issue. Only when they detransformed did they realize one little problem.

Mainly that their wedding attire was pretty incriminating evidence of being Ladybug and Chat Noir.

“Well,” Marinette suggested after a bit of debate that took place between packing their bags for Spain, “there’s the children’s hospital auction set to take place soon.”

“The one we visited as Ladybug and Chat Noir for Christmas?”

“That one. What if we donated them?”

Adrien smiled. “I love it. But we’ll have to do it after we return.”

They had let time get away from them, and while they firmly believed they didn’t waste a moment of it, they were now going to cut it a little close.

Soon enough, the bags were packed and they were ready to leave. They reached the hallway when they ran into Mr. Agreste. He looked… less than pleased.

“Father,” Adrien cordially greeted. “Is something wrong?”

He grunted. “Some… unforeseen problems arose.”

“Is it with one of the clothing lines?” Marinette asked nervously.

Mr. Agretse’s severe look softened slightly, as it always did when regarding Marinette. It was a great relief for Adrien to know how kindly Father treated his wife.

“No, no,” he assured. “It’s not a problem you need to concern yourself with. Go enjoy your vacation. It should be remedied by the time you return.”

Marinette and Adrien watched skeptically as Mr. Agreste walked off to his office.

“How come I feel like he’ll spend most of his time cooped up in there?” Marinette asked, giving her husband’s hand a squeeze.

“Because knowing him, he probably will,” Adrien sighed.

“Not to interrupt the pity party,” a snarky little voice came from Adrien’s pocket. “But Mister Cranky can keep himself occupied while you two get going on your ridiculous second honeymoon.”

“It’s sweet,” a sugary voice chastised from Marinette’s purse. “You can’t appreciate the little things.”

“And you—”

“Plagg,” Marinette interrupted, gently as ever. “You do realize this is a two-week vacation for you too, right?”

Silence.

Suddenly, the black cat was all smiles. “Well, are we going or what?”

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A Friendship isn’t So Petty

(Post X3 (Longish Drabble))

It was late into the night as two women walked on the paths next to the busy roads of the inner city. The world was high off the success of repelling once more a major Maverick threat. The months of fighting were long, multiple engagements were made globally, but in the end, the Hunters prevailed. Because of that, tonight was a night for celebration, even if an official end just meant more work of a different kind. It was only at the badgering of her best friend and X’s, her commander, insistence, that Inessa pried herself away from the things still left to do.

Hours of bar hopping later thanks to a human with an iron liver, there the pair were. Erika could barely walk straight anymore, so the reploid woman ended up having to carry the blitzed human on her back. The life of the city thrummed around them with speeding cars, flashing signs, and the occasional obnoxious holo-ad.

“Wooo yeah!! Hahaha! Urp!! Fffffff-” The red-head swayed on her friend’s back as she tried to cheer with both her arms. Erika immediately regretted that. Her stomach was poised to exit her mouth and the world spun dangerously behind her eyes. She fell forward, letting her chin rest on Inessa’s shoulder, arms coming wrap themselves around the reploid. Her friend’s low laugh rumbled through her.

“You’re lucky I don’t like to drink nearly as much as you do,” said Inessa. Erika barked a laugh.

“Man, that’d be a helluva sight. Pfftt. Human scientist and 17th’s second-in-command just stummblin’ around drunk. Can’t even make it home!” she exclaimed, words slurring some on her tongue.

“Mortifying.”

“Hilarious!” the human insisted. They lapsed into a companionable silence. In the quiet between them, the human Russian turned pensive. The glow of celebration lagged behind them as they got closer to the HQ, still undergoing repairs from this past war’s opening act.

“Ya know,” she started. Inessa’s head inclined slightly towards her. “I honestly thought I was gonna die a couple months ago.” Erika felt her friend’s body stiffen slightly, though she walked as if unaffected. “I’m sorry. I wish I could have found you sooner that day.” Ugh, regret, that won’t do. Not where she was trying to take this conversation anyway.

“It’s fine. Ya kinda had your hands full with half the unit turning... Again. Well, last time was more than that, but still. Then the rest of base was another story. Mavericks took advantage of the fact the most of HQ’s best were out on a big campaign, leavin’ secondaries ta hold down the fort ‘fore the cavalry showed up.”

“Where are you going with this, Erika?” Ah, of course. Always wanting to get to the heart of the matter. No point in beating around the bush now. Better to say, before she figures it out instead. Harder to steer the conversation that way. Plus, she’s got liquid courage in her, too, to keep her from chickening out again.

“Need ta ‘pologize to ya.” Erika was met with silence. She took that as her cue to continue. “Startin’ to think I’m just bad luck.” The human laughed, low, mirthless, hollow. Her words were considerably more sober when she stopped.

"When my husband died, we hadn’t been married long, but we’d known each other for so much time. I was already pregnant with Andrei when we filed the papers. Two short years, then a fire took him. It hurt, but I still had my boy. It was alright. I met you, worked in your lab, became friends with you and the others but...” The implication hung between them. The day of the attack and attempted kidnapping. Neither of them had seen a corpse in person before, much less the number and having known each personally...

Another bitter laugh. “And then he was gone.”

“Erika-” Inessa started, understanding her friend was heading in a dark direction.

“And then, because you’re you, and your stupid sense of duty, you follow me on my damn vendetta fueled trip. And what happens? We get split up. And you’re out there killing yourself fighting the monsters. The friends we made up until the first war die, turned traitor and die, or just fucking run off like the self-hating cowards they are!” Her voice cracks and she’s feeling heat in her face and ears.

“Eri-” The voice came at a higher pitch than her usual, sounding more like Dimitra.

“No.” She hisses, cutting the reploid off again. Erika’s hands clenched together in a white knuckled grip. “No, I watch us change into people so different from who we were and I can’t believe it took until watching Doppler’s sleeper agents getting literally frozen to the floor of R&D and cut down by you, in my face no less, to realize that. To realize I let my best friend chase after me while I turn into Captain Ahab, letting every Maverick be my Moby Dick.” The woman could barely catch her breath, vision swimming from her physically and emotionally compromised state. Inessa halts and Erika realizes distantly that they were on a park trail.

More silence. Erika wished that her friend would just put her down or something, because it’d be nice to read her face... As readable as it can be these days. An aggrieved sigh broke the quiet.

“Erika... Vengeance or not, I would have had to fight. I chose what would have made me happier.”

“... What?” Another sigh. Careful not disorient the human, Inessa walked towards a bench and set her down. The reploid slumped onto the wood next to her. Her face was angled low, bangs brushing past her eyelashes, sight, distant.

“I’m a first-gen Reploid, Erika. Everything about me was experimental. Including the lab. From the recovered footage of us fending for ourselves until the Hunters came, the Russian government would have obligated me to be drafted, or else. We were a brand new race plopped onto the world literally overnight.” Inessa turned to meet Erika’s eyes. “The science world would prefer breakthroughs in aquatic science and pollution control, but the powers that be want anything to stay as the powers that be.” She closed her eyes, shoulders drooping slightly.

“The Mavericks, especially ideological ones, weren’t completely wrong... but the ends don’t justify the means.” Erika feel could her mouth dangling open as Inessa turned to her again. “Following you gave me a choice I didn’t realize I could make. Don’t apologize, not when I feel grateful to you.” She sat up to her full height, meeting Erika eyes with a warm intensity. They stayed like that in the stillness of the park.

... ... ... ... ...

The human felt something bubble in her chest. Her shoulders shook and she started to wheeze. Before she knew it, Erika was cackling. The feeling one part hysteria, one part disbelief, one part relief.

“What the hell, all that and you go and say that of all things?” Wetness beaded at the corner of her eyes. Inessa shrugged, the lines of her face relaxing as the tension subtly left her.

“I’m not accepting an apology that’s pointless. There’s nothing to forgive. You and I’s perceptions are out of sync.” Erika scowled at her.

“Well then, I’m not accepting your gratitude then!” The human’s middle name was spite, in her mind at least.

“Okay”

“’Okay’?!”

“Yes.”

“That’s all you have to say?!”

“Yes.”

“Oh come on!” She threw her hands up. Inessa arced an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?” Erika glared before she cooled slightly. “No, I guess not, I just don’t like how you’re taking this so easily.” she grumbled. A small smile inched onto Inessa’s face.

“I’m rejecting your apology because I see it as pointless. You may have had influence, but you don’t control my actions. Even if you don’t accept my gratitude, that’s fine. I... just wanted you to know how I felt. Nothing more.” Finally, Erika slumped in her seat. “Are you even real?”

“Isn’t it too late to be discussing Plato’s “Cave” Allegory?”

“Ugh! Take us home! I’m so done with you!” The cat-like smile on the reploid’s face was all there was to say about that exchange. With that, they were back in the same position they started after they left the last bar. Calmer now, the sounds of running water from the creek and the rhythmic footsteps of her friend started to lull Erika to sleep. She let the world pass them by as her eye-lids grew heavy.

“Neshka?”

“Mnn?”

“Thanks for everything.”

“Hmn.” Erika felt the smile in the hum of acknowledgement. Her eyes closed and she knew no more.

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Chapter Two: The Vanishing Glass 15/06/17

If you want to participate in #hogwartsreread the rules can be found here. Here’s my thoughts on the chapter: 

Of all the photographs to frame and hang on the wall, why would you choose the one of Dudley playing a computer game??

Jeez Harry has a good memory I can’t remember anything before I was about 4

God I never realised how sad the cupboard under the stairs is this is super emotional

“Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig” Harry potter the sass master

Who the fuck bought Dudley a gold wristwatch for his 11th birthday why would you buy that for a child?

Mrs Figg you’re hilarious but fuckin useless. Harry’s clearly in an abusive home why didn’t you force Dumbledore to do something about it? C’MON LADY

I know we all joke about Harry being unobservant af but for real

‘oh I grew back several inches of hair overnight? I guess my hair is just weird like that’

“the wind must have caught him mid jump” Harry are you serious??? I literally laughed out loud when he said that

Also I know Mrs Figg was useless but at least she was probably thinking ‘Dumbledore has his reasons’. Harry’s teachers on the other hand are ridiculously incompetent. Surely you must have noticed how underfed he looks? Or how much he’s bullied by Dudley? And I bet Harry let it slip that he sleeps in the cupboard at some point because kids blurt stuff out all the time. Are you telling me that none of his teachers reported any of that shit??

The description of Dudley’s walk as a waddle was unreasonably funny

Things the movies did better than the books: trapping Dudley in the reptile house

“Harry dreamed about some unknown relation coming to take him away” MY HEART

[evodex]

When does Managing Twins Get Easy?

When does Managing Kids (especially Twins) get Easy?

TWINS? How do you even manage?

Do you have help?

Oh, you must hire a full day maid!

Doesn’t your mother or your in-laws come and stay with you? That’s not right, you must ask them to come help you!

If you are a mom of twins, you have not just faced, not just answered, but also must have been done with these questions. I’m sure you have finally learned to respond with a simple smile and let it go.

No matter how much help you have (or the entire lack of it too) eventually, the answer to your miseries is –

YES, IT DOES GET EASIER!

The stage of Pregnancy:

Funnily, when I was expecting twins and going through an absolutely miserable pregnancy, my doctors consoled me saying that just the initial two years are difficult, and then it gets easier.

For when I was pregnant, I couldn’t understand how anything could get difficult than this. It was pregnancy + 2 years away from being easy (or so I was told!)

When my Twins were born:

But then I gave birth to twins and the first 6 months were like living an actual nightmare! (There is no better way of saying that!)

For inches, yards, and blood relatives, no one had ever had twins, so obviously, there was no ‘strategy’ in place. Yet, everyone showered me with their 300 bits (2 bits is too underrated) of haywire parenting advice.

The only thing that worked back then was the advice of my paediatrician, and that’s how the first 6 months just dragged themselves through.

So the countdown to it “getting easy” was still far away – it was another 18 months before they turned two and it would supposedly all get easier!

6 months and beyond with Twins!

After the first 6 months, my tornadoes learned to communicate! The world did seem a bit easy but before I could soak into it, they learned to crawl. Now two super active, super energetic twins who are crawling all over the world? Wow! That was a different set of challenge.

From there, the difficulty level kept on rising, as they gained good strength, mobility and great intelligence – so needless to say they were one cute pair of ruckus makers!

By now I was maintaining tally marks for every day, counting my way down to two years but it just kept getting complicated and exhausting!

Ta-da! 2 YEARS!

The next level of easy came when the tornadoes started playschool, at about 2 years of age. They learned some manners and learned to settle a bit but they could still not be left unattended. So the initial levels of fatigue stayed and they’d sleep more than they played. However, soon enough they adjusted to that routine as well.

Potty training miseries, messing up the house, and being the tornadoes that they were were still the challenges that were nowhere close to easy! By now I wanted those people who said that “by TWO years things will get easy” to come and talk to me now!

D’oh! 3 Years already!

At 3 years and some months when they started formal school, I was rather overwhelmed at how soon my little ones grew. It was just yesterday that they were painting flour strewn on the floor with my nail polish and now they’ll be actually painting with colours on paper – time sure does fly away too fast!

School time happened and the homework notebooks were a terror I had to live with. The tornadoes wouldn’t cooperate and the entire day would vanish behind them. They still believed in ‘take the most of Mumma’s time’ kind of children-ing (being a child) style.

4 Years!! That’s 2 +2

Just when they got the 4-year mark – some magic happened!!

They cooperated with homework, they learned to play by themselves and keep themselves occupied, they were better behaved and we were able to take them out of home conveniently, without drawing a lot of attention towards us – it was a miracle life. It almost felt like it happened overnight, but of course, it did not!! A lot of blood, sweat, and tears went into getting to this stage.

But the intention of sharing all of these incidences here is simple – I want to convey it to all those struggling moms, those moms who do not know when life will get better or if it will get better at all – my dear, there is hope!!

I’m sure moms would have realized by now, that while one phase and the struggles with it gets easier – the next phase has its own trials and tribulations! But at least you’ve waded through the diapering, and the laundry and the pooping – and you’re still alive and kicking!

As a veteran mom of multiples, I am sharing these tips with you! Hope you find them useful!

9 Tips For Moms Of Multiples: 

1. Get your twins on the same feeding and sleeping schedule as far as possible. Even if in the hospital they are on different schedules, slowly try to adjust their times until they become similar.

2. Brace yourself to become a public curiosity. Always prepare your answers to hand out for inevitable questions that people will ask  like “Are they twins/triplets?” and “Are they natural?” And even funnier questions inspired by Judwaa like “Can they read each other’s minds?” “Are they identical?” and the most common “ do they eat/sleep/POOP at the same time”?

3. Realize that they are two of them – and you are only one – so basically you are outnumbered. Don’t shy of accepting any offer of help, no matter how big or small.

4. Make friends with other moms of multiples because as much as singleton parents can try, but nobody really ‘gets it’ like fellow multiple moms. Join a Facebook group of moms of multiples if there are none in your vicinity ( or be friends with me ;-))

5. When one of the twins gets sick, just skip the whole ‘Let’s try to keep them separate so that the other ones do not catch it!” because you also know it in your heart that it’s inevitable. IN all probability, you are going to get it too!

6. Be sure to have a diaper bag always packed. Also, have a backup diaper bag packed – because just in case. Have an emergency diaper bag pack in the car also!  And then just go ahead and pop 2 extra diapers in your purse, with a small travel pack of wipes – because we’ve all been there!

7. Since you’re a mom of twins, now begin buying multiples of everything! Because if one baby has a toy, then the other kid will decide exactly 2.5 seconds later that he would rather play with THAT exact toy!  Even if there are 106 other toys right there – so save yourself a quarrel and just get two of everything!

8. Find time for yourself to go to the gym and find time to lose weight.  If you can hire some help then do that and get some free time for yourself. Go for a dinner with friends without your twins, spend an hour pampering yourself while your partner picks up the slack!

9. Different people reach the “easy” stage at different times – so don’t compare! When they say it gets easy, all they want to say is that you eventually get used to being a Mom. Each stage of their life has a challenge for you and for them, but yes, it does get better, it does get easier.

When they say it gets easy, all they want to say is that you eventually get used to being a Mom. Each stage of their life has a challenge for you and for them, but yes, it does get better, it does get easier. Different people reach the “easy” stage at different times, but yes, they do get to it!!

You will go out to the Gym and find time to lose weight, you will go for a dinner with friends without your kids, you will finally spend an entire day pampering yourself while the kids take care of themselves – all of that will happen, just in due time, not as yet!

Till then, get through the difficult days with hugs, love and maybe tears because when you will need these the most, they would have passed on for years!

  Prisha Lalwani is a familiar name in parenting, with her blogs published on multiple leading parenting websites. She is a qualified counselling psychologist and a mother to 4-year-old twin-tornadoes Chirag & Chitransh. Her world revolves around the 3 men of her life, her husband, and her tornadoes, and she kinda loves the roller coaster ride she is constantly on! She is a blogger at www.mummasaurus.com and along with her parenting journey with twins, loves to document hilarious things that happen in her life (and those are quite a lot!)

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