#cheeky antons are best antons

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MINECRAFT — 23. 1 MILLY LIVESTREAM SHOW!!!

The countdown got closer and closer. 3… 2… 1…

Most of Y/N’s viewers were probably expecting to see the owner of the channel herself. For some, what they were met with was much better. For Anton, much worse.

The screen faded from black to Anton in green clothes, green cardboard cutouts of cat ears on his head, and a full face of green face paint.

Behind the scenes, Y/N gave a thumbs up, indicating the voice changer filter was turned on, and it was his time to speak.

“Hello, viewers. I’m Widdung, Y/N’s alien companion. I’ve come to Earth to celebrate the milestone of 1 million people being subscribed to “isatellite”. “ Anton does his best to sound enthusiastic, and tries to stop his face from cringing.

“Widdung! Oh my gosh!” Hyewon enters the scene, “How did you get here?” She’s having too much fun with her acting lines, revoking the seriousness from everything that’s happened before the countdown ended.

The voice filter turns on again, “My spaceship brought me here, but it crashed right outs-”

The focus moves to a limping Jiwoo with fake blood on the side of her head and a fresh scratch on her cheek (done by Hyewon), “You!” She points at the bright green Anton.

The boy puts his green hands in the air and Jiwoo angrily speaks, “Your UFO crashed into my lawn!”

“Woah! Woah!” Y/N finally enters the screen with a colorful birthday hat on her head, tilted slightly to the right. “It’s not the fight to time, guys!” The other three try their best to stay on character and not laugh.

“...Time to fight.” Y/N corrects herself in a mumble. “Anyways! It’s time to celebrate!”

“Celebrate what?” Jiwoo asks.

“Hitting one million subscribers!” Y/N turns to the camera while her friends take out party poppers from behind them. The sounds of party poppers cracking and party horns fill out the audio of the livestream.

After the group finishes making noise and cheering, the screen is supposed to fade to black before the actual stream starts, but there’s no one behind the camera, so they’re left awkwardly looking at each other, then back at the camera.

“I’ll go.” Anton says, now without the voice filter. His green self quickly steps out of frame to control the stream. The screen fades to black, and a short video of the behind the scenes of the teaser photoshoot plays while the kids prepare for the next scene.

“Y/N, don’t go in there!” The sounds of the video camera tittering play before the actual footage plays. Y/N and Sooyoung, who’s filming, stand in the grass of an empty field close to the city.

When the younger starts walking towards the enormous puddle hidden in the grass, the shutter of a phone camera sounds shortly. The viewers can’t see, but it’s evident Sooyoung just took a picture of Y/N.

“Y/N your pants are gonna get-” Sooyoung is cut off by a raspy, cracking screech, “-wet…”

“Unnie!” The girl whines. The camera zooms into the wet seams of Y/N’s jeans, then pans to her pained expression. “I told you not to!” Sooyoung says from behind the screen.

The video is suddenly interrupted by gray static and noise, like the one of a shut down channel.

The screen fades back to the background of the first scene, zoomed in where you could only see the top of the couch and a fraction of the wall behind.

The camera slowly zooms out and Y/N appears in the center of the couch, birthday hat still on her head. Her cheeks had 1 and M written on each side. She looks directly at the camera with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Hey guys…” Y/N says in a cheeky tone. “Welcome to my party.”

Jiwoo snorts behind the camera, and Y/N sends her a quick piercing look.

“So… did you guys like my surprise?” The girl rubs on her thigh nervously with her palm, “I planned this whole thing in like three days.”

Y/N reads the comments from the phone sitting on the table in front of her. The chat was going way too fast for her to read, so she picks it up and chooses a random comment to read.

“You’re crazy and insa- okay. Well. Thanks!” A sarcastic smile shows up on Y/N’s face before she goes back to read another comment.

“Since when are you friends with Yves? Um…” Y/N looks up to remember the date her and Sooyoung started talking, “Well, we met, like, about three or four weeks ago. But we started talking like, four days ago?”

An awkward laugh escapes the young girls lips, “She’s a very trustworthy person. Anyways!”

Y/N claps her hands together and they make a loud noise. “We’re not at the Q&A section yet. That’s later.” 

There’s a few mumbles but they’re inaudible due to not being picked up by the microphone. “Is he done?” Y/N mutters, then nods.

“So! A party isn’t a party without what?”

“Cake!” Y/N’s friends yell behind the camera.

“Anton, what’s on the menu?” Y/N puts her hand behind her ear and waits for the boy’s response.

“This pussy!”

Her smile drops at the unexpected answer, but anything she was about to say gets disrupted by the lights turning off. A very low budget rendition of the happy birthday song sung by the three of Y/N’s friends plays in the background. The lyrics are changed from 생일 축하 합니다 (Happy birthday) to 백만 축하 합니다 (Happy one million)

The flames atop the candles burn and light up Y/N’s eyes, a childish shimmer accompanied by her shy smile. This wasn’t discussed in the call, but she won’t complain about it.

The song finishes, and Hyewon exclaims “Make a wish, Y/N!”

I wish to be this happy for the rest of my life.

She blows out the flames and the screen goes pitch black, but the claps and cheers let the viewers know the room is far from empty.

The lights turn back on and after a few seconds Jiwoo returns to the frame with the others. “Happy one million, Y/Nie!” She says as she sits down next to Anton.

“Thanks so much guys.” Y/N looks around to convey her emotions to her friends with her eyes, she’s not very good with words anyway.

Her eyes land on Anton. Small remains of green body paint are left on his face and hands, but it’s not enough for it to bother him. She giggles at the sight. 

“I feel like- this feels like my birthday.” The others giggle with her. “Let’s we dig in?”

The girl immediately frowns at her own words, “What the hell did I say?” She and her friends burst into laughter, as well as the viewers in the chat. She hopes they don’t notice her embarrassment rising to her cheeks.

“Let’s eat.” She says, now calmed down. The cheers from the other three fill her ears. They had no plates, only spoons, a dream and a very excited audience.

“Dude, why are the comments going so fast? Oh my god.” Y/N said with a mouthful of cake. “I’ve never streamed before so I don’t know how it usually is.”

Anton deadpans at the girl, “Please remember you literally just hit one million a few hours ago.”

“...Right.”

“Dude this cake is so good.” Hyewon says, also with her mouth stuffed with cake.

The four have been eating cake for what seemed like hours, just talking amongst themselves. Y/N’s sure some clips would surface on her Twitter feed that same night.

“Guys, I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda sick of cake.” Y/N leans back on the couch, pushing her belly out with a groan.

“I don’t even like cake. I'm not sure why I kept eating it.” Jiwoo mentions, mirroring Y/N’s actions.

“You know what I think?” Hyewon puts her spoon down on the table and stands up suddenly.

“You think?” Anton teased, earning him a deadly look from the girl as she walked out of frame.

“I think it’s time for Q&A!” Hyewon exclaims loud enough from behind the camera so that the mic could pick up her voice clearly.

The screen fades to black, elevator music plays for around 7 minutes.

When the screen returns to its normal state, Y/N sits alone on the couch, phone in her hand. She wears the green kitty ears Anton was wearing at the start of the stream.

“Welcome to the Q&A section. We have compiled a few questions from the live chat as well as questions I get asked a lot.” The music gets lower when she starts talking and Y/N adjusts her cat ear headband before it falls from her head.

“Let’s shall start we?” Before anyone laughs again Y/N threatens, “If any of you laugh the live ends right here and now.” 

The girl clears her throat and gets back to reading the questions from her phone. “Ahem! Let’s start.”

Why is your name satellite?

“Ah… the OG question. I’ve gotten this one for years and never answered it for this exact moment.”

“We don’t even know!” Jiwoo says from the back and Y/N giggles.

“So basically, you know how my last name is Koo? So that means nine. And if you write the English word nine in Hangul it’s Na-in. And the Korean word for I is na and satellite is Ingongwiseong.”

It’s quiet for 10 seconds. If it weren’t for Y/N’s blinking and her goofy smile turning into an awkward one, you’d think the livestream froze.

“Y/N that barely makes sense.” Anton reasons. He’s kinda right.

“KOO? NINE! NA? I! INGONGWISEONG? SATELLITE! It’s simple!” Y/N doesn’t know if she’s yelling at Anton or her viewers, but they seem to have similar opinions about the channel name.

“I thought you just liked space a lot…” Hyewon says loud enough for everyone to hear and the chatroom and Jiwoo burst out laughing. 

“Let’s move on before you make fun of me more. I’ve had enough.” A cheeky pout invades

The Q&A goes smoothly for the most part. The majority of the questions have to do with the behind the scenes of Y/N’s gameplays or about the friend group’s dynamics.

At one point, the other three join the scene just like before. They talk and joke around while answering the questions directed at them. How does it feel to be a nepo baby? Have you successfully hexed someone? Are you actually a bottom? Jiwoo got really heated at the last one.

They finished answering the questions they had gathered beforehand, so they decided to read some questions in the live chatroom.

“How was filming with NewJeans?” Hyewon reads from her own phone. Her and Jiwoo’s heads turn to Y/N, but Anton’s response is faster.

“Great!” Y/N pushes him away in annoyance and the four of them laugh. 

“You’re such an idiot.” She lightly slaps the boy on the leg and he lets out a fake whine. “But it was really great. All the girls are so kind and funny and pretty. And surprisingly good at Minecraft.”

“Minji literally beat you, what are you talking about?” Jiwoo teases the girl, “And don’t say you let her because you know damn well you didn’t.”

Y/N sighs in defeat, her eyes landing on the leftover cake that got put away behind the camera. She gets the urge to slam her face into it and say nothing for the rest of the day. “Let’s move on!”

This was the last section of the show before some behind the scenes content played in the end, and Y/N was understandably getting quite tired.

Her energy decreased rapidly and she was getting dizzy from the comments moving too fast. Her phone was turned off and she just listened to the conversations her friends had, chiming in only when there was something to add or someone to tease.

Y/N’s notably surprised when her phone vibrates in her hand, so she turns it on to see- it’s Minji.

Y/N tries her best to respond to Minji’s text sneakily so that the viewers don’t notice. Hyewon does, however, and gives the girl a questioning look when she turns her phone and straightens herself up on the couch awkwardly.

Y/N looks at her and only a timid smile could be sent the other girl's way before she looks away and slowly takes the green kitty ears off of her head.

She knows Minji wouldn’t have stopped watching the stream even though she told her to, so she sticks her tongue out and tries to sneak a middle finger with it too. Hyewon laughs beside her.

“How long have we been up for?” Jiwoo asks all of a sudden. It’s 3 A.M, they started the live show at 12 A.M, Y/N hit one million at 7 P.M. Y/N didn’t sleep so she’s probably been up for-

“More than a day, I think. At least I have.”

“WHAT?!” The three of her friends yell at the same time. “Are you insane?!” Jiwoo yells the hardest.

“Wh- Well, I didn’t know Min-” Y/N cuts herself off when she realizes the public doesn’t know about her and Minji’s friendship. “I didn’t know I was gonna hit one million today.”

“We’ve been talking for like an hour, guys. I think it’s time to go.” Anton waves at the camera, the comments vary from shock to sadness.

“Oh my god, can I finish the cake?” Hyewon stands up when Jiwoo and Anton do, leaving a frozen Y/N on the couch.

“So, I guess it’s time for us to go. Thanks for being here, guys. I’m so grateful for all of you and how much love you’ve given not only me but the four of us. Thanks for one million. I’ll have another cake when it’s two.”

Y/N stands up from the couch and the camera follows her, “I’ll leave you with some behind the scenes footage. To show my love. Bye guys! I love you.”

The scene fades and after a few seconds, the footage starts playing.

Behind the camera, Jiwoo and Anton scold Y/N for not sleeping. Hyewon seems more interested in the computer.

“Dude. You have 30 thousand fucking viewers,”

“Tell me you’re joking.” Y/N rushes to Hyewon’s side.

“Is that good or bad?” Anton asks, confused at the sudden panic, “Don’t your videos usually get 500k views?”

“Yeah, but this is live viewers, Anton.” Hyewon answers, “This is what top tier streamers get on a normal day.”

“It’s probably because it’s my first one, right?” Y/N’s voice wavers slightly, still in shock at the amount of popularity that she’d gathered in such a short amount of time.

“Girl...” Jiwoo joins them, “You fucking made it…”

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[seosracha]

OUR SUMMER (PREVIEW) - jake sim x reader

PUBLISHED HERE! - link

SYNOPSIS- after 4 long years, this was the end. This was the last summer before everyone went off to university, and to fully honor it, you decide to make a bucket list, completing every point through the entirety of summer while also discovering feelings that were hidden for so long.

PAIRING- jake sim x fem!reader

GENRE- friends to lovers, summer romance, fluff, highschool/college students au, oneshot

WARNINGS- sexual jokes, alcohol use + more tba!

TAGLIST- open for anyone who's interested ! send me and ask to be added!

[...]

Heeseung chose a college in town, deciding to do pedagogics on the side while he still pursued his soccer career. Jay and Sunghoon also chose a college nearby, only one town away, that meaning the three of them would be around most of the time.

Jake on the other side had some sick ambitions. When he set his mind on UCLA, he did everything in his power to get in. And so he did. There was nothing wrong in that, but how could he leave them? How could he leave you?

"Let's make a bucket list" Jay said as all of you, plus your best friend, Yunjin, hogged the living room couch in Jake's house.

Another reason you didn't want Jake to leave. That damn couch. Everything in the 4 years of your friendship probably happened or started on that couch.

"We make one every summer" Heeseung said shoving some popcorn into his mouth "And always end up freestyling it" he added unclearly, hence all the food in his mouth.

"You're disgusting" Yunjin inquired, pointing out Heeseung's disgusting habit.

He just mumbled a 'fuck you' in response and shoved another handful into his mouth.

"But this summers different" Jay said, reminding you and everyone else once again that this was the last truly youthful summer your friend group would share.

You knew very well that everything would change when they go away to college. Obviously, they could come home for summer, but new friends, a buzzing, new, shiny social life were only a couple of reasons for them to not visit so often when summer comes around next year. The adult life they were about to step into was only gonna allow them to finally party all night long, go on roadtrips across the country and meet people who would show them the other side of life.

So Jay was right, this summer was different, cause it was the last one.

"I'm down" Jake said, grabbing a pen and paper from the drawer. He passed it to Jay, who wrote a big, and definitely sloppy, 'OUR SUMMER'.

"Skydiving" Sunghoon said excitedly, pitching in the first idea.

"You know damn well" Yunjin said "Let's make it a tiny bit more realistic" Sunghoon just furrowed his eyebrows and continued to put on his thinking face.

"Let's do a sleepover. You know, like the one's we'd do in our childhood. Blanket fort and all" you said, turning your face to Jay, as he was the designated leader for this bucket list making.

"I like that" Jake said, giving you a cheeky smile.

You'd rather he be rude towards you than give you all these weird signals. None of the guys would be as nice to you as he was. What man would agree with you on everything, bring you anything you wanted at any time, give you rides at the latest hours, handpick flowers for you on a random Wednesday and buy you things just because they reminded him of you if he didn't like you like that? Yet still, you were too slow to catch on.

"Sleepover. Blanket fort and all" Jay mumbled as he wrote down the first point to your list. "How about we drive down to that lake, get some beer, talk and shit?" he asked after he finished writing.

"With your wackass, dodgy looking fake ID, I'm guessing" Yunjin said, laughing.

"Give me some credit, it works every fucking time" Jay answered, pulling it out from his pocket.

"Okay James Blunderbuss, write it down" Heeseung, said examining the ID "Anton really did you dirty with that last name"

TO BE CONTINUED.........

[sehodreams]

riize MTL to cheat on their girl

Riize MTL to cheat on their girl

I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS BECAUSE I DID IT EVEN WHEN NO ONE ASKED ME, THANK YOU

TW and tags: use of alcohol and substances, cheating.

Most

Sohee

Wonbin

Seunghan

Anton

Sungchan

Shotaro

Eunseok

Least

This may sound controversial, but I feel Sohee would be pretty weak against a pretty girl, I think he loves female attention, and if a girl made advances, he'd refuse a couple times first, but he'd easily fall for the girl, and if someone gave him a drink in a party, he'd dance grinding against the other girl's body in a matter of seconds and would use being drunk as an excuse.

Wonbin is a cheeky bastard but if he likes you, he likes you, so he'd create problems between you both as an excuse to go and be with the girl he liked, he'd make you feel guilty, like you weren't paying attention to him, what did you expect? He was such a good boy, he waited for you when you were busy, but he's just a man, so you understand that he has needs, right? He'd make it seem as if it was your fault he cheated on you.

Seunghan is like the best boyfriend in the world, sweet, funny and charming, he loves people and people love him, so he'd try to held himself but would cheat on you the minute you gave him what he considered a pass, you had a fight? Sorry I was feeling down when she came onto me, you were traveling? I missed you so much I kissed her thinking it was you, he'd just use every opportunity he had on his hands, doesn't matter how tiny it was, to do it.

The reason I think these three are the worst in this order is that Sohee only pretends to reject the other girl first to not look like a bad guy, but he'd do it in the exact moment if he had the opportunity, like both of them being alone. Wonbin, on the other hand, would think about it first, pros and cons, and then he'd create the perfect situation for him. Seunghan would think about it, but he'd only do it if there was an opportunity, he wouldn't create it, different from Wonbin, there's not much planning.

Anton would only do it if he was really hurt, like you talking with an ex or putting the idea of breaking up on the table, just then he'd cheat on you with a girl that gave him the affection and support he needed from you, and it would take a long time for him to finally fall for the other.

I think Sungchan would need to be really drunk/high to do it, and he'd reject the other girl a LOT, like, why are you so determined in being with him if he had a partner? But if it happened, it happened, and he'd feel like shit for doing it to you, his sweet girlfriend he loved so much, he'd be on his knees and honestly apologize for doing it.

Shotaro is a sweet and respectful boy, but if a girl tried to even touch him when he had a partner, he'd shot her a glance so full of hate and disgust the girl would quickly drop all the advances. He'd have to be tortured to touch another girl's hair, he'd be just so disgusted to the core he would physically throw up.

Eunseok would prefer to cut his and the other girl's hands if one of them even thought about it, you were his princess and he had swore loyalty to you on his knees, he'd NEVER hurt you like that.

[antoncore]

Hii ceebear!! First of, thank you sm for that nickname!!! It is very cute 🥺🥰 and tysm for ur reply on my ask asw!!! Also u should DEF name that sohee bsf series, like not to force u or anything, but im saying in a sense that SO MANY of ur followers (incl me 🤩) would be SO down to see more of it 🥺😋

Talking abt expanding: lemme expand on the last seunghan thought!!!

You always being the innocent daughter, always making sure you get top grades according to ur parents, and following their strict rules! Not really mingling w ppl like "them" and always walking the other way on campus, that is until you meet seunghan, through one of ur classmates anton! Ofc u didn't think much of him as first, given he was a year above you guys, but as soon as u kept seeing him around everywhere when u were alone... The tension kept building. And he wasn't even like everyone said, even though you'd seen him beat up a few ppl on campus, right now all u could see was an annoying hot dude following u around and asking u random questions like "what's ur first class pretty?" "Should i help u hold ur stuff, angel?" all by the excuse of u being his best friends classmate 🥴

Even though initially you didn't like the idea kf hanging out with him, u were bored and tired of being locked up all summer, just in ur house, staring out the window! And to ur luck you'd be going to a nearby store to ur house and bump into seunghan there, breaking ur parents rules just a teeny bit and going to the park to sit on the swings and eat icecream for w him before going home. You finally starting the conversation for once, asking him how his summer break had been, and ofc he'd say smth cheeky like "its way better now that I've seen u princess 🥺" and you'd finally have the courage to ask him "why do u keep calling me all these nicknames" abd he'd be like "oh u silly baby, don't u get it, ur so pretty angel 🥺🥺🥴" and ofc from then onwards, you'd start texting him more and more, meeting up every few days for ice cream at the nearby park 🫂

But then one night, when ur up past when ur supposed to be, to ur suprise theres a quiet knock on ur window, u going to slowly peek behind the curtain and checking for any ghosts, whereas its just seunghan! He's panting and looking at you, and ur like "wtf?" (Not actually) Where he just says he missed you sm, asking u if u can kiss him whilst u stare at him with ur big eyes, you shakily saying yes, just pecking him at first, while he just pulls u closer! And like ofc ur scared bcoz mans in sitting on the windowsill still, like what if u both fall over 😭🤣, but he assures u he's got u (for life 😋🥰).

This becoming a frequent reoccurrence, every two or 3 days, 2am at ur window, while he just slowly pulls you to make out, cuddling a lil bit before u fall asleep n he goes home. But then as a few weeks go by, you'd start wondering why he hasn't asked for anything more, given that boys these age would always ask for sex 😐😕, but he'd reassure u sm, and be like "I don't want u for ur body angel, jus wanna kiss u till im breathless, cuddle u until u sleep and go home :)" AHSHSHSH. But then in the last week of summer break, u decide u just can't handle it anymore, so instead of him coming over like usual, you tell him you'll sneak out instead, and ofc he's all worried like 😕🥺⁉️ you slowly climbing out the window, in a shirt of his and a cute skirt, the dim moonlight making u look so 🥺🥰 while he keeps on asking u if ur comfortable whilst walking to his house 😋

Then in his bedroom, slowly making out just on lap, whilst you whisper that u wanna have sex w him, and he's like. 🥺 Asking if ur sure u wanna do that, and he reassures u sm!! Slowly kissing u everywhere, and then fingering u slow n nice, making sure u don't feel any discomfort!! And then yall actually have sex, where he just kisses the shit out of u 🥰🥰🥰 laying on his bed after a while but then u realise u have to go home :( but oh! Ur legs are literally jelly 🥴 so the fucking biggest simp he is, he piggy backs u all the way home🫂

And then, ofc you'd think that he'd ghosted u straight after, bcoz school was in 3 more days, but he still hadn't climbed through ur window as usual, and u were too scared to just text him :( just thinking abt the fact that he ghosted u after sex, BUT UR SO WRONG bcoz then 1 day before school, he pulls up with flowers and a cake and chocolates and everything, climbing through the window again 🤣, asking u to be his gf! And when he sees u upset bcoz u thought he was ghosting, he reassures u that he was only not coming over bcoz he was preparing all of this for u 🥺

You guys finally start dating, but ofc the ppl at school can't know given of ur different dynamics and one yr age gap in school, so finding time to meet up between classes, making out etc 🥴🥴 but then one day when one of seunghans friends talks abt him tryna "hit on" this one rlly cute sweet girl in a yr below, and says ur name, he can't handle it, him abd that guy getting in a fight. Seunghan coming over to urs w a bloody lip and bruise on cheek whilst ur just like "hannie :(" and he just says "nothing baby, just a lil quarrel", you cleaning his wound up, slowly kissing him everywhere, while he's just melting and so proud to have u 🥺🥺🥺

Oohh and also maybe him teaching u how to smoke weed one day, only when u ask him first tho, not like against ur willl askskssksk! Him inhaling first but then blowing the smoke in ur mouth EUGHHH SO HOT 🥴🥴 in conclusion he'd just be the sweetest bsf ever, defending u from everyone and everything, and also make u feel so giddy and melting in love..... Mmm, seunghan leaving hickies where ur parents can't see, like between ur thighs or ur tits, and he's always like "so happy ur mine, baby" AHHHHHHHH!

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed ceeceebear!!! Pls add or respond to this if u have more thoughts related to it 😋😋🥰

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NO THOUGHTS HEAD EMPTY OMFG!!! i loved reading this so much🥹🥹 you rlly rlly would make seunghan’s heart melt and all his friends would be questioning it because they’d never seen him so in love before :( also you should consider writing choccie hehe i rlly loved this concept you wrote aaaaa !!! everyone say thank you choccie for blessing us :P

[bobbiworks]

Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 22

RIIZE fanfiction: Wonbin, Eunseok, Seunghan, Shotaro, Sohee, Sungchan, Anton, Original Characters

Genre: Youth, Teenage Romance, High School, Friendship, Angst, Fluff, Fanfiction

Shotaro, surrounded by the school's staff and student council, stood at the entrance of Segye High School Cultural Festival's opening ceremony. The principal droned on with a lengthy speech, causing a few stifled yawns from the audience, including Shotaro, who was anxious about his upcoming student council president's speech. Just when it was his turn at the microphone, his secretary, Miyoung, discreetly passed him a note. He quickly scanned it, nodded in response, and took the mic.

After a brief introduction of himself and the council, Shotaro outlined the festival's exciting offerings and warmly welcomed visitors from various schools and cities. They finally cut the ribbon to officially open the gates.

The hallways filled up as students eagerly explored different classrooms, and the air buzzed with students promoting their booths.

In one particular class, the attention was centered on a charming young man named Prince Eunseok, who was approached by a group of girls from Serim Women High School while enjoying a cup of tea on a couch. Eunseok was in the middle, and one girl couldn't help but ask, "Do you have a girlfriend, Prince Eunseok?"

Eunseok paused, sighed, and gently held the girl's chin, teasing, "How can you be so cruel not to consider yourself my woman?"

The girls erupted with excitement, vying for Prince Eunseok's attention. Sungchan, Eunseok's best friend, observed the scene from a distance, while Miyoung, Shotaro's secretary, stood nearby, monitoring the situation.

"Don't blame him for being so charming. We're currently number one in all the rankings," Miyoung remarked, engrossed in the festival's statistics. Sungchan was surprised to see her there, as he thought she'd be busy with council duties.

"Annoying," Sungchan grumbled, referring to Eunseok. "How many people are waiting in line for him?" he asked.

"We've got 15 girls waiting for him so far. And as for you, there are 8," Miyoung replied, snapping her fingers, prompting other classmates to whisk Sungchan away to an empty table.

"Prince Sungchan!" The girls exclaimed, captivated by his charm. "What do you look for in a girl?" Sungchan cast a desperate glance at Miyoung, but she was determined to maximize their earnings, ensuring all their handsome classmates maintained the top-ranking position for the cultural festival.

"Miyoung, there are girls inquiring about Prince Hanbin," a staff member announced, delighting Miyoung as she eagerly directed her classmates into the frenzy.

Class 1-B had their first gig, and the crowd's reaction was so incredible that it created a buzz throughout the entire building. People were lining up to see Mars Club, drawn by rumors of the band's good looks and exceptional singing. In the meantime, they were selling packaged cookies and cheering slogans at the entrance.

After their successful performance, the boys took a quick break behind the stage.

"Sohee, how was it?" Jiwoo asked while handing him a paper towel to wipe off his sweat.

"That was so exciting!" Sohee replied with his brightest grin. He was indeed born as a performer.

"You sang incredibly, Sohee!" Jiwoo applauded, offering water and cookies to energize him quickly. She then turned her attention to the two boys on the side.

"Water for Seunghan, Wonbin. And cookies," she said as she handed them their snacks and provided paper towels for them to wipe their sweat.

"How do you think we did?" Seunghan inquired.

"Being good at it feels like an understatement," Jiwoo replied, lips slightly pinned with a cheeky smile. "It's my first time seeing a band up close, and you are all so handsome and talented!"

"Really? So who is cooler than me?" Wonbin teased Jiwoo.

"Sohee," Jiwoo replied almost immediately. "Sohee's way ahead of you," she added, causing a frown from Wonbin and laughter from Seunghan.

"Ouch, that hurt," Seunghan commented before agreeing with Jiwoo. "If only you were there when they came to my place, you'd be amazed at how good he is!"

"Hey! Hey! I can hear you guys!" Sohee walked towards them. "It's not a compliment if the person you're praising isn't present," he said cheekily.

"You're the best!!" Jiwoo and Seunghan said in unison. Wonbin, who was initially annoyed by Jiwoo's response, couldn't help but join in. He realized he might have been too tense about everything.

Jiwoo checked the time and gasped. "Guys, I have to go for now," she said as she hurriedly grabbed her wallet.

"Where are you going?" Wonbin asked. "Let me go with you," he offered. Seunghan and Sohee exchanged glances at the sudden drama Wonbin was trying to show.

"Actually, I need to go by myself," Jiwoo smiled. "I'll be back, and you have to perform in 15 minutes. I won't be back by then," she said, avoiding mentioning that her family was visiting her school, fearing how her parents would react to the boys' introduction.

"Don't get trapped somewhere," Wonbin warned, raising a brow from Sohee at his choice of words.

"Shouldn't you be saying 'don't get lost'?" Sohee innocently asked. "Because there are a lot of people, so maybe she'll get lost," he explained.

"Well, she can still get trapped in a room," Seunghan reasoned out, making sense to Sohee. "Ooh, should we visit the horror room later?" he suggested.

"The horror room, run by the seniors, right?" Sohee snickered. "I'll ask Suyoung later!" He clapped his hands in excitement.

~

Jiwoo hurried to meet her family, eager to show them around her school, especially her curious younger brother, Woojae. She found them with Miri at the entrance, and the joy of seeing them was evident.

"Miri! Mom! Dad! Woojae!" Jiwoo greeted them, especially her 9-year-old brother, Woojae. He had a mature personality for his age, much like Jiwoo herself. Woojae expressed his interest in seeing Jiwoo's classroom, tugging on her hand.

"Sure! But don't you want to check out the rooms on the first floor first?" Jiwoo suggested, and Woojae readily agreed. Their parents followed closely, and Miri joined the group as they caught up.

Jiwoo took her family on a tour of the 1st and 2nd floors. On the 2nd floor, they unexpectedly ran into Shotaro in the hallway.

"Shotaro!" Jiwoo's mom greeted him warmly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Shim! Hello to you, Woojae!" Shotaro said cheerfully as he ruffled the young boy's hair. "Are you having fun exploring our school?" he asked Woojae.

"Yes! The classrooms are so fun!" Woojae replied, making everyone happy to see the young boy excited about everything at school.

"Mom, you should really check out our room. It's at the end of the hallway," Jiwoo suggested and guided her family toward their classroom. Just in time, Mars Club was preparing for their second gig.

Wonbin spotted Jiwoo from the stage and jumped off to greet her, not realizing that her parents were there. "Jiwoo, where have you been?" he asked, only stopping when he felt several pairs of eyes staring at him.

"Wow, he is so handsome," Miri commented. Wonbin turned to them and saw her parents with a familiar expression. He anxiously greeted them with a smile before asking Jiwoo about them.

"My parents, my younger brother, my best friend," Jiwoo quickly explained. Wonbin apologized for his earlier actions, and Seunghan joined in, playfully smacking Wonbin's head.

"I told you to stay on the stage—" Seunghan stopped when everyone seemed shocked by his words. "Oh, sorry! Sorry!" he apologized repeatedly.

"These are my parents, my younger brother, and my best friend," Jiwoo reiterated. She was worried about how her parents might perceive her friendship with the boys.

"Dear... You didn't mention you have such handsome friends," her mom said, smiling meaningfully at Seunghan and Wonbin. The comment boosted their spirits, especially Seunghan, who immediately introduced himself.

Jiwoo stepped between her friends and her parents. "They are my friends, Mom, not models."

"Well, actually I was a hair model—" Seunghan started to say but stopped when Jiwoo glared at him. "Yes, right. We're going to perform! HA HA HA," he let out a forced laugh before dragging Wonbin away.

When the boys left, Jiwoo looked at her dad, who was smiling the whole time. "Dad?"

"Who among them?" her dad asked, making Jiwoo feel embarrassed. She understood what he meant and waved her hand dismissively. "No, no, no. They are just friends... FRIENDS," she emphasized.

"There's my baby girl," a familiar voice chimed in as Eunseok walked towards her with a golden crown on his head.

"BABY GIRL?!" her mom gasped, blushing as she processed the fact that her daughter was surrounded by handsome guys. "Oh, gosh, honey. What if we put Woojae here... will he become as handsome as these guys?"

"Mom! Stop, you're embarrassing me!" Jiwoo whined.

"Mom? Oh," Eunseok turned to Mrs. Shim and took her hand to give it a soft peck. "It's my pleasure to meet you, madame," he smiled. "My apologies for calling your precious daughter 'my baby girl.' How dare I dream of owning someone like her."

"You can take her," her dad joked, pushing Jiwoo towards Eunseok. Jiwoo was furious and pushed Eunseok away, grumbling at her parents.

"Baby girl—" Eunseok tried to call her again, enjoying teasing her in front of her parents.

"One more with that stupid nickname, I swear to God!" Jiwoo snapped, her face beet red. She bit her lips, heaved a sigh, and stormed off.

Eunseok was left with her parents in an awkward situation. He laughed a bit but eventually apologized for teasing their daughter. "I am sorry for being rude," he said.

"Oh, it's fine," her mom was cool about it. "We like to tease her wherever we go because of her reactions," the woman snorted. "Right, honey?" She asked her husband, who was scanning Eunseok from head to toe.

"You look oddly familiar," Mr. Shim said.

"Oh, I am Song Eunseok," Eunseok answered, dipping his head.

"Are you the son of Mr. Song Jaeyook?" Mr. Shim asked, and Eunseok lifted his head and confirmed. However, his expectations took a downturn when Mr. Shim bowed to him instead. "My apologies, sir. I am Shim Sangyeob, I work as one of the clerks in your company."

This unusual situation left Eunseok feeling uncomfortable. He couldn't help but think that seeing someone's father bow to him in his school was wrong. Eunseok gently pushed Mr. Shim to stand straight.

"Sir, please, I am not my dad. I am just a student here. I happen to know your daughter, and I have no intentions of hurting her," Eunseok stammered, looking for assistance as everyone began to view him differently.

"How can I not show my respect? I almost got laid off—" Mr. Shim was cut off when Mrs. Shim covered his mouth. She then apologized to Eunseok for the inconvenience before she led her family out of sight. Miri helped Mrs. Shim find a spot where they could relax for a bit. Miri kept Woojae away from the adults' conversation, but she continued to listen to their discussion.

[robotlearnstolove]

2023-09-06

Hummus

Anton dipped a carrot into the hummus and ate it. He tried his best to just enjoy it. He tried to focus on the flavours of the cumin, garlic and sesame. He tried some on a piece of cucumber and then a piece of celery. He ate a cracker without any hummus at all and then had a sip of water. Then he dipped another piece of celery. The celery was perfectly crunchy and hummus tasted delicious.

“What do you think of this batch of hummus?” he asked Ivette, frowning slightly with his eyes.

“It’s great,” she replied enthusiastically. “I mean, your hummus is always great.” She paused, tilting her head slightly. “Is there something wrong with it? It really does taste just as good as it always does?”

Anton sighed. “I guess that’s the problem,” he said, feeling resigned. “It’s not the flavour I’m worried about. I think I perfected that part years ago.”

“That’s a brag but I’ll allow it,” said Ivette with a cheeky smile. Then, she straightened her face. “What are you worried about then?”

“Aside from everything?” asked Anton.

“Of course,” laughed Ivette, rolling her eyes. “You know you can’t pick pick everything. It’s got to be about the hummus.”

[filmforfancy]

[grantcontrol]

Bite My Dust ◈ solo

Timing: Some time last week (June 7-13, 2021) Location:  Downtown White Crest Summary: Responding to a resident spring cleaner's call, Anton takes on dust bunnies as well as terrible feelings after being left in the dust by an old friend. He realizes something important after the dust settles. Content: Abandonment issues, self-reflection, a lot of references to the word “dust”

Daphne Ki swept the dusty, wooden floor of her relatively new apartment like a woman on a mission, a look of excited determination on her vibrant, youthful face. This was her first spring away from home, her first spring in another place. It’s just very unfortunate for her that this other place just happened to be White Crest. 

“Hello? Well, what do we have here?” The words flowed through her lips like a cheery song, not the usual way she often spoke or carried herself, but she had high hopes that the start of this new season would be the start of her new life. Moving out of her parents’ place and then her ex’s was a trail of self-reflection that finally found her here, in a sleepy town in Maine, alone but not really. 

As she investigated a ball of dust with a cheeky grin, she did not expect it to suddenly jump at her face, slamming itself right against her nose. Falling back, Daphne immediately began sneezing. Uncontrollably. Another sneeze after another sneeze after another sneeze. With little to no rest in between. Her eyes began to water, and before she knew it, her throat felt like something was scratching at its walls, as if desperately trying to escape, to climb out, as if she had swallowed a mouse or even a cat. Or maybe she was the cat. Poor girl.

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“Gross.” Anton Grant shook his head as he entered Daphne’s place, his dark brown eyes immediately surveying the confined space. As much as he’d like to say that this wasn’t the first call he’s responded to this spring, it was, and he almost passed on the opportunity to get paid. I mean, really? Calling an exterminator through BUG BUSTERS PEST CONTROL SOLUTIONS, the best pest control service in town, just to do your spring cleaning for you? That’s just rude. Fortunately for everyone involved, Daphne mentioned, though at the last minute, how the dust bunny appeared to headbutt her in the face. 

“Not appeared…” Anton muttered to himself as he alone returned to the scene of the supposed crime, an eyebrow raised. Walking further inside, a portable vacuum in hand, he stalked his prey, his quarry, until he came upon a giant ball of dust just behind the girl’s glass coffee table. 

To any mundane, it looked just like one of those giant balls of dust, ever present in spring or whenever one chose to do some cleaning. Nothing more, nothing else. Heh. Balls. But Anton knew better. Even as he feigned a cough to establish a more serious demeanor, the exterminator was more than just his late grandfather’s ordinary, blue-collar profession: He was also his late grandfather’s supernatural legacy. 

“I know what you really are…” He grinned devilishly, gripping the length of his weapon’s nozzle, as the pest hunter courageously stood against the monster before him. “...dust bunny.” The giant ball of dust just laid there, as if it were just a giant ball of dust. Nothing more, nothing less. Anton, however, swallowed air as his heart began to race, his grip on the portable vacuum cleaner growing tighter by the second. A moment or two later, the giant ball of dust slowly turned around, the buttons Anton perceived to be its eyes glinting from the invading rays of the afternoon sun. “Prepare to get sucked.”

With a yell, Anton thrust his vacuum’s nozzle right at the dust bunny, pressing a button to suck it all in, as a second slowly rolled out from underneath the couch to his right. Although it may not have even tried to, the newcomer provided enough distraction for Anton to lose his focus on his original quarry, as the first managed to keep itself from getting sucked completely. 

The second dust bunny soon flew towards him, slamming itself against his chest and forcing him to take a step away from the first, though Anton managed to dodge its second attempt to punish him for his transgressions. The first dust bunny, however, he could not dodge, and not unlike that hilarious but painful memory during his first and last basketball tryout in high school, he found himself slammed twice in the chest. 

“Ah-!” Anton involuntarily screamed, but he managed to rein it in. Not just once, but twice. “Ah-!” The third time, however, was not the charm. “Achoo!” He sneezed so hard that the force was enough to keep him off balance, and with no hope of avoiding it, Anton fell onto a chair behind him, sniffing at the air, wrinkling his nose.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Anton, however, would not be denied. Snarling, he pulled the handkerchief around his neck over his nose and mouth and himself off the chair, once again going after both dust bunnies with his vacuum cleaner. His original quarry slammed itself against his chest to stop his momentum but the exterminator managed to intercept its follow-up attempt, swinging the hose pipe at it as if it were a baseball bat and the creature of dust the ball, before ducking the second dust bunny’s two lunges like he was a whack-a-mole, but instead of getting whacked like a mole, he was getting thrown more baseballs at. “Homerun, mother—”

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Grant Residence. Yesterday.

“Fuck her.” Anton shook his head, his hands on his hips, as he looked out into the emptiness, the loneliness, of his front yard. Outside of the bees buzzing and other ambient natural noises, nothing else stirred, not even the water in his unused pool. It has been three days now since he gave her the benefit of the doubt, since he woke up with no trace of his old friend, her bags and even her underwear gone like they weren’t just all over his place for the past few weeks, more like a month already. Without any warning, she had left him. Again. “Just like old times…” 

Heaving a long sigh, his lips twisted into a knowing smile before he started chuckling, laughing out loud, and then punching and kicking at the air in a brief rush of rage. “Fuck her! She can’t do this to me! Not again! I’m not her goddamn dog! I’m not a tool! Does she think she can run out on me, again, without even a single word? And expect I’d welcome her, again, with open arms, just because she needs the best sex of her life?! Unbelievable!” 

Tightly wrapping his robes around his naked flesh, his only piece of clothing, he stormed back into his late grandfather’s residence, ever furious and now a little hormonal. “Fuck me!”

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With more unnecessary screaming, Anton continued to battle the pair of dust bunnies, one of which now smaller than the other, than it had been at the start of this war. Scowling, he focused the nozzle on his original quarry, sucking more of it as it grew smaller until it managed to escape its inevitable death yet again. “Get over here!” 

At that request, the dust bunnies complied, surprising the exterminator. Once again, they threw themselves at him, but he was quicker and more learned now, dodging their two attempts and protecting his face, reining in a sneeze, using the crook of his elbow over his nose and mouth, which were already covered by the handkerchief wrapped around them.

Taking a step back, Anton thrust his nozzle at the original dust bunny, catching it right in its center, quickly sucking more of it, as the second one had also started to grow much smaller. In retaliation, the original quarry slammed itself against his shoulder, before Anton ducked and dodged the rest of their assault, jumping and rolling all over Daphne’s tiny apartment, making sure they wouldn’t get anywhere near his nose and mouth, stupid lamp be damned. 

Now behind them, the exterminator stabbed the original dust bunny for the last time, finally sucking its entirety into his vacuum, trapping it for the time being. The second one tried to make a run, or hop, for it, leaving its buddy to its demise, but Anton has actual legs, so it didn’t take him long to catch it as well, sucking it dead and forcing it to join its friend, trapped inside the vacuum’s cannister.

An exhausted Anton immediately fell back on the same chair as before, plopping his tired self down for a much-needed break. Pulling down the handkerchief wrapped around his nose and mouth, he breathed the much fresher air in, grinning from ear to ear. A job well done, he thought, praising himself. 

Looking around the empty and cluttered apartment, however, as the silence wrapped him in its cold embrace, a thought suddenly dawned on him. Maybe she just wasn’t ready. He heaved a sigh, his body crumbling in philosophical defeat. After everything she’s suffered, maybe she’s still working on herself. Anton would know: He’s on the same boat, and no amount of smiling, laughing, and meme-ing on the Internet would change that. At least not now. She probably just needs more time to figure herself out. Hell, I’m still figuring myself out. Maybe I, we, just need to wait it out. Things always get better, right?

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Manila, Philippines. Three nights later.

It was a Sunday evening just outside the small sleepy city, the darkness and the strangeness all too familiar. As blocks of stone, engraved and forgotten, laid still on the cold, hard ground, marking what once were as much as their wasting letters could allow, she heaved a sigh, shaking her head, as she took one last puff from her dying cigarette. Behind her, dark smoke rose in the distance, wailing vehicles as well as people delivering their grief to the night sky as if desperate for that wicked touch, the only source of light from miles away. 

“I saw the tree,” she told the grave, eyes towards the far horizon. All things considered, the half-remembered resting place, almost overgrown with weeds and insects, was the least morose of the things she had seen and experienced tonight. Light blue eyes, void of innocence for years now, stuck to the buildings ahead, her face rugged and unkempt, a part of her hair singed and at the same time wet with red. “...I can never go back there.”

[END]

[killerscartv]

French Fields (Full TV Series) 1989 - 1991

Resuming the story three years later as William accepts a position with a French company and the series follows Hester (Julia McKenzie) and William (Anton Rodgers) as they move from London to Calais. The pair were regularly visited by their daughter Emma (Sally Baxter) and son-in-law Peter (Philip Bird). Much humor is also derived from their maid, an elderly woman who speaks an obscure, old dialect of French that no one understands. Other regular cast members included their French real-estate agent Chantal Moriac (Pamela Salem), who was also the Fields' neighbour to the left, and snobbish English couple Hugh (Robin Kermode) and Jill (Liz Crowther) Trendle, the neighbours to the right. Hester and William also coped with Madame Remoleux (Valerie Lush), the unintelligible, ancient, and generally useless (but unsackable) French cleaner who lived on and cared for the estate, "Les Hirondelles," ("Swallows" in English) where they all lived. Also popping in regularly were local farmer and mayor Monsieur Dax (Olivier Pierre in series 1 and 2 and Philip McGough in series 3) and his cheeky daughter Marie-Christine (Victoria Baker), to whom Hester did her best to teach English. Nicholas Courtney also appeared frequently as the estate's owner, the Marquis. Ann Beach, who played Sonia in Fresh Fields, made a guest appearance in the final episode, in which Hester and William decide to return to their former UK home. Written by John T. Chapman (who created and wrote all the episodes of Fresh Fields) and Ian Davidson.

[spellbound-banshee]

Celebrity Christmas Blurbs :)

just some Christmas Preferences from some of my favorite celebrities and their characters! i’ll continue with some of my favorite celebrities and their characters ; i apologize if you don’t like some of these people, but i had a lot of fun writing this, i hope y’all enjoy! it’s quite long so i’ll put a cut :)

- Tom Holland -

Spending Christmas time with the Hollands was definitely something to remember. It was your first time meeting his brothers, and they instantly took a liking to you, especially Paddy as he was fascinated by your storytelling. He’s obviously the best gift-giver, and he totally got you something cheesy like a calendar of memories or a photo album. You got him something equally as cheesy and after everyone opened their presents you cuddled for the rest of the night in your ugly sweaters watching Christmas movies. Everyone had fallen asleep on the couch except for Sam and Harry, so you both decided to go upstairs and... continue the rest of the night. You could hear Sam and Harry’s gagging noises and it just made you two laugh harder as he pinched your butt on the way up.

Peter Parker

Peter literally dies laughing when he sees you in your light-up ugly sweater that May decided to pick out. You just blushed and whined “baaaaabe” as he continued to laugh at you. Since it was freezing and snowing outside, you both decided it would be a good idea to stay indoors. Since he’d been exposed, it would be for the best anyway; you could tell he was down about that though, so you decided to make this the best Christmas ever. He’d chosen a couple of Star Wars movies to watch, and though he couldn’t see the new one you more than made up for it. You did the cheesy things like bake cookies with messy fingers and dance around to overplayed Christmas music. At the end of the day, you both fell asleep pretty early due to the sugar crash, cuddled up next to each other with Star Wars: The Force Awakens playing in the background.

- Rami Malek -

Elliot Alderson (Pre-S4 Spoilers iykyk)

Elliot was never the biggest fan of Christmas. He didn’t really have any memories of them, and honestly he didn’t want to. Your Christmas together was quite low-key, you both got each other something small and simple and took the day to avoid most Christmas movies playing on a loop. It soon turned into a game as you avoided everything on the Christmas channels; eventually he relaxes enough to let you cuddle him. It didn’t really feel like Christmas, more like a freezing cold capitalized day in the apartment.

Merriel “Snafu” Shelton

He would do his best to celebrate Christmas when he was in the army, but nothing compares to Christmas with you. He would buy you something cheeky like Christmas lingerie and make love to you as much as he could before the family came home. You two would have Christmas dinner with the family and eventually you two got way too drunk. Since you were both home, you fell asleep quickly on the bed, a simple Christmas goes a long way for Merriel.

- Bill Hader -

This man would be the absolute sweetest on Christmas. Christmas Eve would just be for the two of you, exchanging some presents early on, spending time in the snow and making love by the fireplace. On Christmas Day, his daughters would come over and spend the whole day with you. Of course, you got them something and Bill practically spoiled them with toys and “gadgets” galore. They nearly overdosed on Christmas Cookies and were asleep by 8pm, both carried to their beds and sleeping soundly by 8:30. For the rest of the night, you and Bill exchanged presents and cuddled on the couch, watching what was left of the Christmas movies and sipping on the last of Red Wine.

- Richard Madden -

David Budd

This man deserves all the love in the world. Of course, he’s a bit sensitive after asking for help, so you just spend most of the day cuddling each other and drifting in and out of sleep. He got you something extremely heartfelt and beautiful, and of course you would get him the same; your Christmas was simple and that’s the way you both liked it. The kids would also come over and they would be playing with their new toys as you both watched with love in your eyes, exchanging occasional kisses here and there. At the end of the night he would say something super cheesy like: “I can’t wait to give you my real present” in that thick accent and you would just snort.

- Timothee Chalamet -

My bOY Timothee Chalamet. He knows Little Women came out on Christmas, and he knows how much you want to see it. Even though he saw it at the premier, he reluctantly agrees and shields his eyes every time he comes on screen. You had to go to one of the earlier showings so a lot of people wouldn’t be there, and your plan worked out semi-successfully. At the end Timothee found you crying and just held you closer, kissing you on the cheek gently. On the walk home, you were hand in hand, talking about how much you loved the movie and everything about it. He loved to listen. By the time you got home you had a whole Christmas feast ready and exchanged presents; he got you a hard copy of your favorite movie (based on the book) and you got him a peach (as a gag gift) and something cute like a photo album of your years spend together. After you both had your espresso and were both full of chocolate cookies, you held each other by the fire and passed out, engulfed in the scent of candy canes and each other.

- Anton Yelchin -

Pavel Chekov

Rest his soul. Pavel Chekov is the sweetest man alive, he’s just a little bean boy who deserves nothing but love and affection. I don’t even know if they celebrate Christmas in Star Trek cuz I’m uneducated but here we go. You’d been dating for a couple of months and it was your first Christmas on the Enterprise, so Chekov wanted to make it extra special. He woke you up with warm cocoa and a kiss on the forehead, making sure to take all the time he wanted. After your breakfast, he pulled his gift from under the bed, handing it to you and looking at you with eager and curious eyes. It was what the stars looked like the day you met; the gesture made you tear up just a bit. He would say something cute like: “That was the day I knew you were the one” in that cute little accent of his. The rest of the holiday would be spent eating cookies he’d made at midnight for you both to enjoy and avoiding Kirk to get out of working. It was simple, but stress-free and warm, just as you two had imagined it.

- Adam Driver -

He may be super timid about Christmas in general but since you’re his new girlfriend he decides to make the most out of it. You spend the morning with his son, watching in amusement as he plays with his new toys, running up to you both and giving you a big hug. Once Joanne picked him up, you had the rest of you day to yourself, and he immediately attacked your lips. Since Star Wars IX had come out, he’d been doing press for what seemed like years; now, he was alone with you. He more than made up for it when he took you all over the house, holding each other close after each round and making up for lost time. You exchanged gifts somewhere in between, you’d gotten him his lightsaber from the Star Wars set that J.J. said you could gift to him. He’d gotten a bit emotional as he held in it his hands, a wide and nerdy smile spreading across his face. He got you tickets to Disney World, somewhere you’d always wanted to go, especially to see what they’d done with Star Wars Land. Honestly, he was curious too. You hadn’t cooked anything special so you decided to order take-out and have a laugh over it, watching cheesy Christmas movies and holding each other until sleep took you both over.

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Do they celebrate Christmas in Star Wars? I don’t care. Ben had never really celebrated Christmas, he didn’t have the time or a loving parental figure to help him. That’s where you came in. You’d definitely been the one to change Ben a bit, you softened him up and carefully dragged him closer to the Light Side; he never protested. You didn’t really get him anything nor did he get you anything, you mostly just held each other and kept him from doing anything other than being in bed. You made him Christmas cookies, a thing he chuckled gently at as you continued to hold each other through the holiday. It wasn’t much different from other days, just more affectionate and safe.

[meddlesome-wayfarers]

Here’s that Anton/Skulduggery smut

Warnings/tags: praise kink, spanking, hair pulling, obvious D/s, etc

Or read it on AO3 here.

Skulduggery sits on the bed with Anton standing in front of him, doing his very best not to fidget nervously. Skulduggery tilts his head, “Have you followed my rules?” A quick nod.

“Yes, I have.”

“Which were?” Anton fidgets some more, and after a moment, Skulduggery makes an ‘ahem’ noise. “What were my rules, Anton? I won’t ask again.” Anton clears his throat, and shuffles.

“N-not touching myself… For the month.”

“Good boy,” Skulduggery says, and Anton’s little pleased shiver does not go unnoticed. If he could grin, he would. He stands up, hands in his suit pockets, and circles Anton. He goes slowly, making sure to really look over every inch of him. He stops in front and can’t help but find it cute when Anton is too nervous to make eye contact (or at least as much as you can with a skeleton). After a moment, Skulduggery shifts his weight and says, “Strip for me.” Anton nods.

“Yes, Sir.” He unbuttons his shirt, and Skulduggery takes it, same with his shoes and socks and trousers. Skulduggery makes an amused noise when Anton finally gets down to just his underwear.

“You got dressed up for me?” Anton has his hands on the edges of his underwear, which happen to be a pair of pretty black panties with lace and everything. He nodded.

“I thought, hoped, you’d like them, S-sir.. Do you..?” Skulduggery nodded.

“I do. In fact, I like them so much that I want you to keep them on during this little session. Understand?” Anton took his hands away from the edges and went back to neatly holding his hands together.

“Yes, Sir. Of course.”

“Good boy.”

“What… Will you have me do this time, Sir?” Anton asked. Skulduggery tilted his head.

“Well, since you haven’t been allowed to orgasm in such a while and,” he stepped closer to Anton and snapped the band of the panties, making Anton jump and squeak, “wore such a pretty outfit for me, I’m going to treat you, and let you cum.”

Anton looked up, surprised, “R-really, Sir?” Skulduggery shrugged and tried not to coo at how cute Anton looked, with his face and the tips of his ears beginning to get red.

“Perhaps, if you’re a good boy for me. Can you do that, be a good boy?” Anton nodded eagerly, wanting to please Skulduggery so very badly.

“Yes, Sir! I can be a good boy, I can be a very good boy!” he promised, and Skulduggery chuckled.

“I’m sure you can. Now, go get a pillow.” He gave a cheeky little slap to Anton’s ass, and Anton went. He came back a few moments later with one in hand.

“Will this one work?” Skulduggery nodded.

“It’ll work fine. Get on the bed.” Anton did so, pillow in hand. He made a little noise and tilted his head. He knew what to do next, but wanted Skulduggery’s ‘help’. So Skulduggery obliged.

He walked over, tilted Anton’s chin up, and kissed him. Anton made a happy noise into the kiss. “You’re so obvious, you know…” Skulduggery murmured in his ear, making him shiver. He moved him to be on top of the pillow, straddling it. “You just like it when I touch you.. Get started.” He gave Anton a playful slap on his ass again, making Anton move.

“It-it feels better when you touch me.” He huffed, face already getting redder. He slowly began to drag his hips back and forth, rutting against the pillow. He made a tiny noise, but kept his lips closed, trying to be quiet. Skulduggery tutted, cupped Anton’s cheek, and ran his thumb along his bottom lip.

“Come on, be a good boy, mouth open. I want to hear you and how good it makes you feel.” Anton whimpered, but opened his mouth like he was told to. He huffed out breaths as he rutted against the pillow. Skulduggery moved one hand from his cheek to his hair and gripped onto a lock of it. The other hand reached to his chest. He carefully rubbed his hand against Anton’s sensitive chest, drawing out a long whine from him. “Come on now, you’re alright, that’s it.” He found one of Anton’s nipples and happily rolled it between his thumb and index finger. Anton jolted from the touch and pushed into the pillow this time, letting out a sweet moan.

“Cute boy…” Skulduggery mumbled. Anton continued to hump against the pillow, his cock having stiffened up and gone nicely red at the head. It began to drip with precum, making his cute little lace panties have a wet spot on them. “You’re such a sweet boy, so pretty for me.” Skulduggery continued his praise to Anton, pinching his nipples. Anton let out more moans, loving the touch and praise. He’d moved the pillow to have a channel for him to fuck into, making it feel that much better. Skulduggery leaned close, hand on his chest drifting down, down, down, to Anton’s crotch, and pulling his hard cock out of his panties. The band rested under his balls, putting the littlest bit of pressure on them and making him moan.

“I never said you could make that channel for you to fuck,” Skulduggery scolded, yanking on Anton’s hair and making him gasp and his cock twitch. “But you look so cute doing it, that I’ll allow it this time.”

The phrasing implied next time he’d punish him for it, but Skulduggery and Anton both knew there was no promise behind it. Skulduggery found Anton and his reactions when so aroused so cute that he’d let him get away with much more than this, and they both knew it. Skulduggery yanked on the lock of hair again, never too hard of course, and Anton gasped again. He moaned this time, whimpering out Skulduggery’s name.

Skulduggery groaned, low and guttural. “That’s it,” he began, “say my name, pretty boy.”

Anton did, whimpering it over and over as he humped. His precum had dripped and slicked the channel he fucked. Skulduggery slapped his ass again, “good boy,” he said. Anton’s hips stuttered, and he whined.

“Sk- Sir, sir, I’m close-! May I please cum?”

Skulduggery gripped his hair tighter to the roots, making Anton lean his head back and expose his throat. He nibbled and bit on it, leaving beginning marks that would surely show much better later on in the day. “Not yet, pretty boy. I want you to hold it a little longer, I know you can.”

Anton groaned but continued, going a little slower as to not cum without permission. Skulduggery’s hand went back to playing with Anton’s chest, and he lavished him in praise.

“You’re such a good boy,” he told him. “Such a pretty boy, with such a pretty cock.” Anton’s cock twitched again at this. “You’re so good for me, letting me play with you and fuck you whenever I want. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, Sir. I’m a g-good slut. I love to let you play with me. I- I- please, Sir, please, I’m so close! Please let me cum!”

Skulduggery hummed, thinking it over, before he nodded. “Go on then,” he mumbled to Anton with a kiss on his throat, “cum for me, fuck that hole as hard as you like.”

Anton sped up his thrusts again, eager to finally cum. He moaned and whined Skulduggery’s name, thanking him for permission to cum over and over.

Finally he orgasmed, hips stuttering and moaning Skulduggery’s name loudly. “Thank you, thank you!”

He gave a last few weak little thrusts and pulled out of the makeshift hole he made, letting the pillow go to show his slick and pearly cum on it. Skulduggery kissed his temple, sitting down on the bed beside him. He gently pulled him close and wrapped his arms around Anton, letting him settle back into the real world.

“You did so wonderfully, dear. So, so good.” He said, tucking loose strands of hair behind his ear. Anton looked to him with his pretty grey eyes. They were happy and hopeful.

“Yeah..?” If Skulduggery could smile more than his skeleton grin allowed, he would.

“Yeah.”

[thenovelartist]

What’s a Name?

A Throwback Thursday since I didn’t actually post this week. Now tweaked so I added a little bit in the middle of the story ;)

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“Please, Ladybug,” Chat begged. “I know you want your identity to stay secret. I just don’t know why.”

“For our safety,” Ladybug fired back, leaning on her practiced answer.

“And you don’t think we would be safer and stronger as a team to know who we are in real life?”

Ladybug cringed. She hated when Chat made hard points like that.

“How about just a name?”

Turning to face him, Ladybug quirked a questioning brow at him. “A name? Because that isn’t telling.”

“Not really?” Chat offered, shrugging hopefully.

Rolling her eyes, Ladybug turned around again and started marching onwards.

“Think about it,” he said, coming up to her side. “Think of all the people in Paris. We cannot be the only people with those names.”

“Except you would probably search up every girl with my name and try to figure out which one I am.”

Considering the way Chat frowned, that was exactly what he was going to do.

Ladybug shook her head. “Dork.”

For the rest of patrol, Chat was quiet. In all reality, Ladybug hated shutting him down like that. He was her best friend, her partner. She didn’t want to keep him at a distance. She just… didn’t want things to change. They were already best friends who had a special kind of trust between them. One that didn’t depend on names or faces or identities. One that was strong despite the masks they wore.

Still… she really didn’t like hurting her partner…

“All right, Chat,” she said once patrol had ended and they were resting up in the bars of the Eiffel Tower. “I’ll play along. But with a slight change of rules.”

Chat perked up at this, his ears rising and eyes widening in a way that made him seem so innocently curious. “Name them.”

“I’ll tell you the first letter of my name, then you pick a name for me. And vice versa.”

She watched Chat’s expression shift from confused to intrigued to amused. “All right. My initials are AA.”

Ladybug frowned. “I said the letter of your first name, Chat.”

“Now you know a little more about me,” he smugly retorted.

She rolled her eyes, but then thought about it. “An ‘A’, hmm?” She bit her lip. “Anton.”

Chat quirked a brow. “Anton?”

Ladybug nodded. “Anton.”

His lips quirked up in amusement while his green eyes shined with mirth. “All right. Your turn.”

“M.”

“No last name, bugaboo?” he prodded, playfully pouting.

“Hyphenated names are too telling, so no.”

His eyes widened in shock, but then he grinned. Shyly, she smiled back at him, wondering if she should have given him that little tidbit at all. “So M hyphenated,” he said, letting the words roll of his tongue as if testing them. “Marie.”

“Marie?”

“Marie.”

She sighed. “Of course, you would name me after one of the Aristocats. It’s right up your alley.”

“But it’s a…” He paused, then let loose a wicked grin. “Did you just pun?”

Ladybug’s expression crumpled.

“You did!” Chat cackled. “And you didn’t even notice. Oh, I’m so proud of you, bugaboo.”

“Oh, stop it!” She kicked him. Not hard, just playfully.

This got him to calm but not by much. “But really,” he argued, “Marie is a classy name for a classy girl. It’s elegant, so it suits you. Besides…” His smile grew cheeky. “You never start fights, My Lady, but you do finish them.”

As stupid as it was, she grinned. “Stop it, you horrible cat.”

“Whatever you say, Marie.”

It was really odd, to hear yet another name that was now her own. She might live to regret it yet.

…

“Lovely night, Marie,” Chat said, using her name for the first time that night.

“Yes it is, Anton.”

It was strange, using those names. A week in, and they had already started using their names as a signal for the end of patrol. When it was just two friends hanging out and chatting the night away.

At two weeks, though, trouble began. Because names give the impression of a person. A person with a life beyond their masks. And as close as they were, tidbits began to slip.

“I love fashion.”

“I’m sick of it.”

The next night would be—

“I have the coolest scarf in my favorite color, blue.”

“I’m much more of a pink person.”

And the next—

“My family loves Saturday dinners. They’re extra special.”

“I wish I knew what that was like.”

And on and on they would go. Back and forth, dropping hint after hint about who they were. Because they weren’t superheroes in that moment; they were Anton and Marie: the best of friends. And best friends knew about each other.

It never once occurred to Ladybug that this was exactly what she was afraid of.

…

At seventeen, Ladybug was not as stupid or naïve as she was when she first got her miraculous. Nor was she the scatter-brained klutz that she was when she was in collegé. Becoming Ladybug had shaped that girl into someone level-headed and rational, focused and graceful. It had forced her to open her eyes, to see things in a different lighting, to tackle things she never thought she could.

It was by this growth that she was able to take Adrien off the perfect pedestal that she had put him on and see him as a friend that she wanted to be in a relationship with. The same growth had also allowed her to see her partner as an incredible person who was spectacular in his own right, yet one she knew she couldn’t have a relationship with. Because he was Chat Noir: her partner.

But Anton: her friend…

Ladybug stole a glance at the man sitting next to her, and she let her mind wander. Honestly, it was hard to miss how roguishly handsome he was with his wild blonde tresses and vivid green eyes and signature cattish grin. Furthermore, it was impossible to ignore how underneath all that skin-tight, black leather was a soft, squishy heart of gold.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Anton?”

The bewildering glance he gave her was enough to answer that question.

“I’ll take that as a no, as I should have guessed,” she smirked. “So, hypothetically, if we didn’t know each other, would there be another girl who you had your eye on?”

His mouth contorted into a crumpled line as he thought about it. “Maybe, there might be one girl.”

The tone of his voice conveyed to Ladybug just how small of a possibility that was.

“What about you?” he asked. “Is there a guy you have your eye on?”

She bit her lip. “Yeah, there is.”

She just didn’t know which one.

…

“You stupid cat!”

“Marie—”

“No!” she shouted. “Don’t you dare use my name.”

“Will you calm down?”

“I will not, you stupid…”

She regretted ever giving him a name. She regretted ever calling him Anton. This was her lesson, she supposed.

“Marie.”

“Quit calling me that.” She turned from him in order to hide the tears that were forming. Out of all the ways to regret, she would have thought that she would have been sick of him overusing her name…

“Why did I ever agree to that?” she snapped aloud, her anger pouring off her in waves. She never thought it would be an akuma that would have changed her mind. “Do you know how many times I nearly shouted your name in battle?”

Chat stayed silent.

“And then you leapt in front and took the hit for me. You were dying!”

Again, she was met with no response.

“And then you have the gall to call me Marie when I’m still trying to deal with the fact I nearly lost you because you knowingly take the hits for me, and I can’t stand that!”

Before her knees gave out, before she could collapse into a crying mess, Chat wrapped his arms around her from behind. She sank into him, letting him hold her up while tears began slipping from her eyes.

“Marie,” he said, calmly and quietly. “You are my partner, and that alone obligates me to protect you.”

“I never—”

“On my own accord,” he interrupted. “We are partners, equals, and determined to have each other’s back. And that means I’m going to take a hit for you every once in a while. Because you are my partner, and I am more than willing and to do so for you.” Then, his hold on her tightened and he lowered his head, his lips very near her ear. “But you are also my Marie, my closest friend. And it is because of that that I am driven to protect you. Because I care for you. A lot.”

“And you don’t think I care for you?” Ladybug choked out.

“I know you do,” Chat replied calmly. “And that’s why I swear to protect you whenever possible. Because not many people care for me the way you do, so why would I give anything other than my best for you?”

Ladybug screwed her eyes shut against the tears and turned away from his face. But her body betray her and sank further into his arms. “I hate you, Anton.”

She could almost hear his smile. “I love you, too, Marie.”

…

They say hindsight is twenty-twenty. And Ladybug believed it. Looking back, there were two mistakes she made. The first one was allowing names between them. Because names took away the superhero mask. It made Chat human. It made him Anton. Someone Ladybug was allowed to have a crush on.

Her second mistake was simply another poor decision on top of the first one: she let that crush grow.

Yes, she still had a crush on Adrien. He was still an amazing young man, but it wasn’t him who she was meeting every night.

She felt his presence behind her, his head hover right above her shoulder. “Marie,” he purred out.

Her body betray her, shivering at his voice. Not that she was of the mind to resist, anyway. “Anton.”

He turned his face into the side of her head. “May I ask a question?” he whispered, his lips close to her ear.

Ladybug closed her eyes as she turned her head towards his. “And that is?”

“Would you ever consider me more than just a partner? More than just a friend?”

Her entire body froze while her heartrate sped up. “Why?” she asked breathlessly.

“Because I’m curious.”

“Lair.”

“Please, just humor me,” he begged.

Her breath caught in her lungs before she released a relenting sigh, turning away from him. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“Why not?”

“Because the answer scares me.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she far too easily surrendered against him. “How is it scary?”

“Do I have to bring up last month?” she asked, her hands crossing her waist to grab his hands. She turned her head fully into his so they were nearly nose to nose. “What if I lose you in battle?”

Anton squeezed her reassuringly. “Then we just have to make sure that we have each other’s back.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “I just can’t lose you,” she whispered.

“You won’t.”

“But I’m not ready to take that chance.”

She felt him slump in defeat. Slowly, he unfurled his arms from her, and she immediately felt the chill of his absence. “I won’t give up, Marie.”

She desperately hoped he didn’t see her cringe because she knew far too well how much he meant those words.

…

It took two months, three weeks, and four days for him to wear her down. Her heart just couldn’t take it anymore. She was done. Fried. Over. And the fact that the name she dopily scribbled in her sketchbook—the one she wrote in loopy cursive surrounded by hearts when she was bored or blocked—had turned from “Adrien” to “Anton” proved it.

But saying that Ladybug had fallen for Chat Noir was too daunting for her to absorb. It was much more manageable on her poor heart to say that Marie had fallen for Anton. Because that’s truly what had happened.

A thump came from behind her, but she didn’t jump. She’d been expecting it. “Anton.”

“Marie.”

Heart pounding in nervousness, she turned to face him. At eighteen years old, he was every bit the handsome man she perpetually denied he ever was. She thought it strange and ironic how she, at fourteen years of age, had been ready to give her heart to Adrien without second thought. To marry him and have a family. Now, here she stood, a young woman nearly eighteen herself and scared to give her heart up at all. Reality, she belatedly realized, was much scarier than fantasy.

“You promised you would never give me up,” she started.

Slowly, he approached her. Taking her cheeks in his hands, he carefully raised her chin so they could stand toe-to-toe yet eye-to-eye. “A promise is meant to be kept.”

“But is this one you truly want to keep?”

His gaze flickered down to her lips, turning her mouth dry. Her heartbeat decided to pick up its pace as his green eyes stared intensely back into hers. “Yes.”

With that, he lowered his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut before they landed, and when they did, her heart was stolen. Gone, permanently. And she couldn’t even bring herself to care.

Her hands wrapped gently up over his neck while his hands moved to cradle her head. His touch was so gentle, so tender, she melted. Two, three, four times, his lips landed upon hers at different angles. A different kiss every time, but no one in particular thrilled her any more than any other. And when they pulled apart, their half-lidded gazes colliding, she realized that it was over. He was hers. And she was his.

“Please tell me you feel it, too.” Chat begged on a whisper.

Words lodged in her throat, the only thing she could do was nod.

“So if I asked you,” he continued, “to go steady with me, what would you say?”

“I can’t fathom anything else.”

It earned her another kiss.

…

It was exactly six weeks later that Ladybug knew she couldn’t deny it any more: she wanted to marry this man. She had spent the better part of their partnership pushing him away, only to fall hard and fast for him once she had a name that could roll easily off her lips in public. During their last sleepover, Alya had asked who the ‘Anton’ Marinette mumbled about in her sleep was. It was everything for Marinette to hold her tongue though she wanted to say “my future husband.”

Now, she anxiously looked forward to nightly patrols for the sole reason of the after. Once duty was over. Once Ladybug and Chat Noir were put away and Marie and Anton were free to make an appearance.

They were curled up in the bars of the Eiffel Tower. Oh, it was so impossibly tempting to drag Anton back home so they could snuggle on her bed under the warmth of her blankets. She didn’t even know why she didn’t, but even now, she didn’t want to move from her very comfortable spot wrapped in his arms.

She felt his hold tighten on her and his chin rest on her shoulder. She hummed happily.

“Can I ask a serious question, Marie?”

“You’ve never been afraid to ask them before.”

“This one is different,” he argued.

Curious, she turned her head slightly into his. “What is it?”

“You’re eighteen,” he said, “nearly out of school, correct?”

“That’s right,” she said.

“And you have plans laid out for the future?”

“Yes,” she said, suddenly growing nervous. “What’s this about?”

His hand then found hers, wrapping it up in a protective hold. “My question is if…” he started hesitantly, “if you would be ready… to become my wife on top of all that.”

Her lungs ceased to function as her brain slowly took in his words.

“I understand if the answer is no,” he quickly assured. “We can wait.”

She took her time to collect herself. It must have been too long because Anton tried to pull his hand away, not that she let him. “It’s not a no, Anton,” she answered.

“But it’s not a yes, either. And I understand that—”

“Just,” she interrupted. “Just give me some time, okay?” She tightened her hold on his hand. “Because I really want to say yes. To say that I’m ready. I can’t imagine life with anyone else. But… I just need time to process that fully. Okay?”

He relaxed, and only then did she realize how tense he had gotten. He then took her hand, raising it up to his lips to press a lingering kiss upon her knuckles. “Take all the time you need, Marie. We’re still young, but I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.”

“I feel the same.” She pulled her hand from his only to tenderly cup his jaw. “I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long, Anton.”

He leaned into his touch. “I’ll be waiting patiently, sweetheart.”

She smiled, turning fully to press a kiss onto his cheek. He turned his head towards her, brushing noses together in the process. He stole a quick kiss from her before she could turn away, giggling in the process.

“There is one thing I am impatient to know, however.”

“And that is?”

He paused, taking a breath in preparation. “What sort of family do you want to have?”

It was a straight-forward question, one that was very reasonable. But in that moment, it truly solidified where everything was going. He was going to be her husband. She was going to start a family with him. He would be the father of her children. It may have shocked her at first, but the anxiety causing her heart to race slowly shifted from fearful to anticipative. She was ready to start the life with him.

“Three kids,” she told him.

“Three?” he asked, surprised.

Suddenly, she grew worried. “Is that bad?”

“NO!” he quickly amended. “No no no. Not at all. That… that sounds wonderful. To be part of a family like that…”

Her heart hurt at his tone. She wasn’t unaware of what Anton’s home life was like. She’d heard enough quips and tales to know he was an only child, left with a distant father. Home was cold, and family was non-existent. It had never crossed her mind that having such a family would mean so much to him. “I get to name them, though,” she said, partly teasing.

It snapped him out of his stupor. “What?” he breathed out, still dazed and overwhelmed.

“Emma, Hugo, and Louis.”

His breathing picked up. “Emma, Hugo, and Lo…” His voice trailed off, weak and full of wonder. He swallowed hard before he finished, “And Louis.”

“How does that sound, Anton?”

His gaze softened to the greatest degree. When he spoke, his voice was whispery, hinting at tears. “Could…” he began, struggling to get his words out. “Could we name our girl Emilie?”

Their girl. Her heart did flips. Their girl. Their baby. Together. She had to swallow hard. “Emilie?”

He nodded. “It was mother’s name.”

Her heart broke. “Yes,” she assured, cradling his cheeks. “Yes, of course. It’s a beautiful name. I love it.”

Lovesick was the only way to describe his expression as he melted into her touch. “I love you,” he said.

Her heart stopped for a beat before pounding so hard that it hurt. “I love you, too.”

Far from their first kiss, he’d never given her one that made her as happy and hopeful as he did right then.

…

It was an epiphany, a rather shallow one at that, to wake up one morning and realize that her name was not Marie. And his name wasn’t Anton. It nearly sent her crying. She held it together, however, because she needed to get to school lest she be late.

Surprisingly, she made it to class on time, plopping herself down in her seat just as the last bell rang. She pulled out her notes, ready to listen to her teacher’s lecture. Only to not hear a word. There were too many other things on her mind for her to even pretend to pay attention.

Her eyes settled in an absent daze downwards as she thought of Anton’s proposal. She had to force herself to stop when she felt tears forming because she had wanted to say yes to a man she only knew by a fake name.

When she snapped herself out of her trance, her eyes came to settle on Adrien’s notebook. One that was surprisingly empty for him. He was the kind that took a plethora of notes and kindly dished them out to his friends when they asked. Instead, there were a couple lines of notes, and far more little hearts.

Marinette watched him as a ladybug made its way into the doodles. Then the next line down, he wrote a name, one perfectly legible. Emilie.

It was both disappointing yet not to see the name. Adrien was taken, obviously. Completely smitten by some woman named Emilie. Last year, she would have cried. Now, she was happy for him to find someone who obviously made him so happy. It was almost comforting because she knew Adrien deserved it.

But then came another name under that. Hugo. Then a third appeared. Louis.

Marinette’s eyes widened. Why would those names…?

Marie. That was the name that appeared last. And as if that wasn’t enough, he added a Mrs. to the front and Agreste afterwards.

Marinette’s heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Marie Agreste. Mrs. Marie Agreste…

Her heart skipped another.

Suddenly, every talk she had ever had with Chat came flooding back to her. Initials AA. Sick of the fashion industry. Lonely home life.

How had she been so blind?

She watched as Adrien then circled her name, hard, several times, then run a heavy, black line through it. He set his pencil down, hanging his head.

It seemed he had come to the same conclusion she had.

Well, it was time to make things right.

…

It took her all day to work up the courage and plan her attack of how she was going to spring this on him. After all, she was basically going to announce that she, his friend he’d known throughout school, was the love of his life and the woman he’d proposed to. She was almost tempted to postpone it, to wait until patrol tomorrow, but when he mentioned he would be gone over the weekend, she knew she had to do it today.

She never really had a moment to pull him aside, though, because the second Nino and Alya left, Adrien’s car showed to pick him up.

“I’ll see you after the weekend, Marinette,” he said, waving his good-bye.

“Yeah,” she said, mentally panicking as she waved back. She was out of time. When he turned, it was a sudden, shocking moment of impulse that forced her to say the next words. “I’ll be waiting… Anton.”

She watched him freeze, and all the bravery Marinette had at that moment vanished. She turned on her heel and tried to resist the urge to run all the way home. She made her way towards the bakery at a steady clip, turning to look over her shoulder even though her cheeks were burning. Their eyes locked for only a second before Marinette faced forward again and begged her heart not to give out on her until she made it home.

…

After her after-school panic attack, she finally calmed down when she stuck her nose in her sketchbook and burned through pages.

It was what made the sudden thump on her roof so shocking. She had been so in the zone that the sound had caused her to nearly fly from her chair. Then came an incessant tapping from her balcony door. Her heart raced, knowing there was only one person who could possibly be there.

She tossed the door open, coming eye to eye with her Anton.

“Marie,” he said, his eyes full of hope and wonder.

Her grin grew so wide, it was an answer itself. Still, she gave him undeniably clear answer. “Are you coming in, Anton?”

Her invitation was quickly accepted as he practically launched himself in, dropping his transformation in the process. When he stood back up, he was fully Adrien.

“I can’t believe I was so blind,” he said, rubbing his hands down his face. “M hyphenated. MD-C. Everything you told me. Every similarity, and I missed it.”

She gave him a pitiful look. “I know. You’re not the only one who was kicking themselves.”

“Yes, but… I always claimed to be in love with you. To be able to pick you out in a crowd. But I saw you every day and…” He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

Marinette approached him. “So did I.”

The stress on his features faded. He reached out, cradling her cheeks gently in his hands and pulling her close. She leaned in to his touch, reaching up to press foreheads together. “Marinette,” he said, his voice but a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m the one that should be sorry,” she responded. “For being so adamant on keeping our identities secret.”

“No, I knew why you did that. There’s no need to apologize.”

“And know that I didn’t spot you either, despite the fact you sat in front of me every day, despite the fact I claimed you were my best friend. So we can just say we’re even and that there’s nothing to apologize for.”

The way his grip tightened on her cheeks told her just how much that meant to him.

“What matters is that we found each other in the end, right?” she said.

He shook his head. “What matters is if we get to keep each other in the end.”

Marinette’s heart pounded in her chest. “I very much hope that we do, Adrien.”

He shifted away from her, only so he could come back and capture her lips. She responded to every touch with a racing, anxious heart.

“I hope you know,” he said between kisses, “that while I will happily wait until you’re ready to marry, I’ve just become less patient.”

She giggled, unsure if it was because of his words or the kisses he peppered on her cheeks. “We can’t just jump in, or everyone will grow suspicious. I’m just glad we know each other, or it would have made this exceptionally harder.”

He cut her off with another kiss. “Then when I get back, I’m taking you out on an official date. We start making the truth obvious.”

“Truth?”

“That we’re inseparable and that I am going to marry you.”

She giggled again. “Then hurry back, okay? Because I’ve already determined I’m going to accept your proposal.”

The kiss he gave her after that left her weak in the knees like never before.

…

It was because of Alya that they were able to race their “public show of dating” as fast as they did. It started as an accident, with a very groggy Marinette letting out a few too many details on Saturday. By Sunday, Alya had told the world that Adrien Agreste, famous model, was in a secret relationship with aspiring fashion designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And then proceeded to chew Marinette out for keeping it a secret for so long.

Monday rolled around, and the moment Adrien stepped out of his car, he raced to Marinette, engulfing her in a hug and stealing a kiss.

That was the first time Marinette appeared in the tabloids.

But that wasn’t the best part.

The day after, Adrien brought over a gossip rag. With a grin he opened it to the offending article. “Listen to this. ‘Is Adrien Agreste off the market? Sources have caught the model fervently kissing a mystery woman on Monday. The woman, identified as Marie Dupain-Cheng—‘”

“You’re making that up!” Marinette amusedly shouted.

“I’m not!” he said, passing over the open magazine.

Marinette snatched the magazine from him, bursting into laughter the second she caught her misspelled name.

“They got your name wrong, Anton,” Marinette teased once her laughter calmed. “Who is this ‘Adrien’.”

“I don’t know,” he retorted, “but I bet I could beat him in a duel.”

That sent them into peals of laughter yet again, the duo collapsing on the couch in near tears. It took them a while to calm down again.

“You know, Anton,” Marinette eventually said, her voice airy with the remains of laughter. “I bet you could.”

He grinned. “Would the winner get your heart? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve already won that.”

“Well,” Marinette said, heat warming her cheeks. “You never were a loser, Adrien. You just stole my heart from yourself.”

His eyes widened as he processed what she said. He blinked a couple times before breaking into a new round of chuckles. “Then I must be really charming to have stolen your heart twice.”

Despite her face heating up like an oven, she chuckled. “I have no comment.”

“Then you have no comment about me kissing you?” he playfully ventured, leaning forward to wrap an arm around her waist.

Marinette bit her lip shyly. “No,” she answered, her eyelids already lowering in anticipation. “Not at all.”

[sailorzakuro]

SCD Week 4 Thoughts

If I don’t do one of these next week it’s cos I can’t be bothered XD. BUT I WILL MAKE MYSELF FOR THIS WEEK XD.

Chris and Karen - He always goes on near the start don’t he XD. OH WELL I’M NOT COMPLAINING XD. I love his energy sooooo much omg AND I’M PICKY WITH THE JIVE XD. Free arm was a mess tho rip XD. Kicks needed to have the knees come up a bit higher to make them more precise but he didn’t flail about which is good XD. Also I’m sad he messed up but he covered it so well XD. As always love Chris!

Emma and Anton - BEST VIENNESE WALTZ SO FAR THIS YEAR. SHIT THAT WAS GOOD. Emma I think looks so beautiful in hold and she nailed every technical aspect while really selling the story. All I’d say is she could use a little bit more flow and fluidity especially at the start when she was doing that swaying next to Anton but that’s just my picky eye XD.

Dev and Dianne - I think he did pretty well!! His footwork was nice and he had a good go at hip action XD. All I’d say is he could afford to loosen up a bit in his top half? It looks a bit static and stiff esp when he tried a body roll and it seemed like his entire top half moved at the same time. But pretty nice!

Catherine and Johannes - It was more of a sassy than a cheeky Charleston but fine I’ll go with it. Catherine certainly got the steps great! And she got the vibe of the dance kind of well XD. She just needs more energy, if she used sharper dynamics on her movements it’d look a lot less lazy. Like, it was great, but those dynamics would have enhanced her performance (kinda like Kazumin and Ranze omg, Ranze was a fine dancer but Kazumin’s dynamics made her performance much better XD).

Alex and Neil - Wow okay this I thought would be her best chance to impress me but NOPE. K let’s go from the top down XD. Her frame was pretty dire, her neck leaned to the side rather than back slightly, she was kind of upright when she needed to lean back a bit and her “tango hand” looked a bit like she was trying to hold a large melon. Out of hold she just looked hunched, I think Neil really needs to work on her posture. Footwork seemed fine in places but she seemed to lose the timing a bit and she could have been sharper. And she also smiled a couple of times but like I think Neil smiled as well so idk what happened there. Seriously sometimes I think Neil’s the only thing keeping her in the competition cos she’s just not good XD. Maybe next week she’ll FINALLY impress me??

David and Nadiya - Welp he’s improved but idk if it’s how much the judges said XD. Half of it was pretty decent, he had nice springy steps and a good energy. But half was messy and out of time XD. His free hand is getting ever so slightly better, the bits out of hold were pretty decent, a bit lazy but decent. But idk where the massive praise came from, he still had poor hold and lost timing a bit.

Kelvin and Oti - I likened it more to soft porn than a dance but sure XD. I knew he’d be good at the Rumba and if I were straight I’m sure I’d be all over him XD. He had great flow throughout his WHOLE body, everything came from his core and extended into the ends of his limbs. He was never shy to be sensual, and bloody hell did he go for it XD. Footwork was great, he told the story well, the only thing I’d point it is his free hand was straighter than Motsi and Shirley were watching this (speaking of Motsi FUCK SHE WAS HILARIOUS IN HER COMMENTS ON THIS DANCE XD. I love her omg) but overall it was absolutely amazing!!

V.Emma and Aljaz - Have to say that was definitely her best dance so far XD. Her energy was great and a lot of the moves she did with a great energy and nice precision. However, her kicks didn’t really kick, her feet seemed to barely leave the floor, so it ended up looking a bit lazy on those parts and not bouncy. But the rest was pretty good!

( @missemperor ) Michelle and Giovanni - She seemed to get the technical moves down well! She could do everything, but like Cath a lack of dynamics makes her look like she’s losing energy. Her arms never seemed to quite get to where she was placing them before she moved them again? And I understand it’s a very fast dance but it just would have made the whole thing look a bit more polished.

Will and Janette - K Paso Doble was last week but SURE BRING THE SPANISH VIBES IN NOW. I think for a slow dance Will did really well! His hold was really nice and he actually had really nice extension when he was out of hold. Sometimes he could have pushed his shoulders back a little where other times he did but oh well XD. And his footwork was nice, he tried flow has best he could and I think he did a great job!

Mike and Katya - Okay it was pretty good but jeez Katya calm down XD. Well it was definitely his best dance so far! He has a natural energy for a Quickstep and he performed it really well. His hold improved from the American Smooth and he kept up with the footwork while keeping it bouncy and light. Maybe he could have been a little sharper when doing steps on the spot, and idk something about his knee bothered me towards the end I don’t have a clue WHAT but something with his knee made him look a bit awkward but maybe he’s just a little man I don’t know XD.

Saffron and AJ - Aaaaaaaaand she annoys me again XD. I NEVER like contemporary dances, idk trauma from GCSE or something, but Saffron just didn’t sell it to me. Her footwork was really nice, don’t get me wrong I’m not about to completely slag her off XD. Her toes were pointed when they should have been, she didn’t look clunky or awkward, the whole bottom half was great. It’s just the top half that didn’t look right. She still needs to push her bloody shoulders back a bit, it makes her look so stiff on top. Because of that I don’t think she moved her arms as much as she could have done, and while she had decent flow she just didn’t quite hit the moves the same as AJ did. Her neck also needs loosening up, everything looks so stiff, she just needs to move a few things more and she won’t look so awkward and stiff.

Karim and Amy - To everyone I’ve said needs to work on dynamics here, TAKE NOTES FROM KARIM. That was amazing!! He had the sharpness of a tango, he sold it so much in his face, and he hit EVERY MOVE. Instead of putting his leg out to touch the floor, he’d extend it so it pretty much mirrored Amy’s leg. He kept up with EVERYTHING. I don’t think I actually have anything bad to say about this one, it was really really REALLY good.

K favourite dances of the night... Chris and Karen per usual, Emma and Anton, Kelvin and Oti and Karim and Amy. Least favourite dance proooooobably Alex and Neil. Again? Idk were they one of my least favourites last week oops XD. Standard was pretty high tonight though everyone’s improving and it’s all looking very close!

[strictlycomesparkle]

Strictly Dances - Part 2

Michelle and Giovanni - American Smooth Foxtrot

Once again, Michelle and Giovanni have knocked it out of the park. It was just the perfect dance from start to finish. From the way it started with the story of Michelle trying to get Gio’s attention to the dance itself from Michelle being cheeky and trying to lead on Gio. There was sass, swing and sway plus some absolutely amazing footwork and technical dancing. It had the traditional moves you want in a Foxtrot, with a bit of sexiness and temptation. For me, every week, I can watch these two and not have to worry about anything because they epitomise consistency and quality. It feels like I’m a broken record because I can only ever say positive things about these two. It was so good and I just can’t say anything bad!

Emma and Anton - Couple’s Choice

I dont know who loved this dance more: Anton or Emma? I mean Anton was in his camp element and I was living for it. You know what, this was a really good dance for Emma. I’m normally reluctant to praise these couples choice dances because it’s not Strictly, but it gives the celebs a chance to show us that they can dance. It was cheeky, saucy and combined everything that we love from musicals: the fossy, sassy and almost understated style. We saw Emma’s personality shine in this dance and I was Uber impressed. More couple’s should do musicals because its an underrated art form.

Saffron and AJ - Waltz

This was worlds away from last weeks dance and absolutely amazing. It was soft, technical and full of emotion. It was almost beautiful in an understated way from the set to the outfit to the music. Sometimes, an amazing song really makes advance really special. I’m normally a critic of Saffron because the judges do sometimes favour them. However, they deserved this and you can see that she’s working hard and taking on all the comments the judges have.

Kelvin and Oti - Salsa

Holy cannoli, what a dance. I mean I knew Kelvin had hips to die for, but by god I think he upped his game. Down to Oti’s choreography, this really showed the best of Kelvin in every single way and it had everything but the kitchen sink in it. There were amazing lifts, amazing hips and armography to die for. Sometimes, I just forget that kelvin isn’t a Latin sensation because he takes to it so naturally. He also works perfectly in harmony with Oti and together they really create magic. Kelvin is so natural and everything he does seems effortless. I always love watching Kelvin and this dance was no exception.

[not-poignant]

Pitch and Anton convo anon here. Didn’t mean anything malicious by my “jog your memory” comment. It was intended as cheeky. Never thought you’d actually forgotten about it. Just wanted to know if it was something to look out for. It’s all love here. Not trying to pressure or harangue you. Best of luck in your writing!

All good!

I have recently had a series of really not very great anons (the vast majority of which folks aren’t seeing / I’m not publishing), which has made it harder for me to give the benefit of the doubt at the moment. Also it’s probably guilt. I’ve written 27,000~ words this month (so I’m technically 2,000 words over my monthly allotted wordcount and I should really stop BUT) and I still have to finish chapter 10 of The Ice Plague, and ideally another Eversion chapter, and so thinking about other writing projects sort of feels like when someone lobs a mountain at you and you’re like ‘no not another one’

Also, sadly, I have no sense of humour. it was surgically removed at birth and replaced with an angst-machine.

[tomlinshawexchange]

Tomlinshaw Exchange 2017 Fic List

Thank you to everyone who participated: writers, pinch hitters, betas, britpickers, and readers!

Here’s the full collection on AO3. 

Do You Smile To Tempt a Lover by allwaswell16  Nick Grimshaw is entranced by Louis, his very beautiful, very cheeky new coworker at The National Portrait Gallery. He watches him day after day, wondering what he’s furiously typing on his laptop over lunch. With a little help from the very bored barista in the gallery cafe, Nick finds himself growing closer to Louis than he ever dreamed possible.

Now that you’re here, I never want you to leave by wearetheluckyones “You like him,” He sing-songs, tugging off the pasta container’s lid. “Go fuck yourself.” Nick tells him as he finds plates, no actual bite behind his words. “Did you get the extra garlic bread? You ate it all last time.” “You gonna ask him out?” Harry asks, taking the two foil wrapped garlic breads from the bag and putting them on the counter. “I’m gonna give you the same answer I gave you last time you asked me that.” “You’re into him, he’s into you, what’s the big deal?” Harry asks, frowning, accepting the plate Nick hands him and dumping half the container of bacon and feta gnocchi onto it, and half the container of penne arrabbiata next to it. “You should just ask him out. There’s no harm in trying.” -*-*- Or, the one where Louis’s a drummer, Nick’s a radio DJ, and Louis’s dogs are menaces.

some velvet morning, years too late by tintedglasses A better adult probably would have changed their emergency contact information once they had convinced said contact that they wanted nothing to do with them, but Louis had never been very good at proper adult things. Besides, it’s not like he thought he’d ever need it. Or: Louis wakes up in the hospital with unfinished business at his bedside. Turns out Nick has some unfinished business, too.

(no such thing as) ordinary, love by dizzy Nick is an Uber driver in London and Louis ends up passed out in the back seat of his car.

The Sky At Night by sunsetmog There’s a little piece of paper on his bedside table, torn from the bottom of a notepad. Insomnia Alliance, it says, in Louis’s chicken scratch handwriting. 9pm-7am, then the telephone number. Or: Louis can’t sleep, and Nick’s the one who answers the phone in the middle of the night.

you can’t take the sky from me by mrsenjolras “Alright,” Nick says eventually. “You can stay till our next stop. But it’s not gonna come free.” Louis stiffens. He’s got money, sure, but he’s worried that that’s not the kind of payment Nick is looking for. “Oh, don’t look so scared,” Nick says, though. “We’re not stopping till we’re in the next system. Can you work?” “Oh,” Louis says, relieved. “Yeah, I can do pretty much anything.” “Great, well, welcome aboard the Pig Dog,” Nick says, extending a hand out for Louis to shake. Louis takes it, decidedly not thinking about how it’s larger than his own and also very warm and quite soft, and instead cocks his head. “Wait, your ship is called the Pig Dog?” [Or: the one where Louis stows away and gets more than he bargained for.]

Cigarette in my left hand, whole world in my right hand by wearetheluckyones Harry’s had some really bad ideas before, starting with the time he got pissed and jumped into the Thames stark naked, but this might take the fucking cake. Offering up Louis as a viable option for a model for Nick’s last photography project is ludicrous at best and a disaster waiting to happen at worst.

Know You Know You Got It Bad by taggiecb “I heard you on the radio.” Louis says. Okay, definitely not what he expected to hear. “Yes, I am on five days a week, sometimes more.” Nick replies. Seriously, what is up with this kid? “No no. That’s not what I meant.” Louis shakes his head and sighs heavily, as though Nick is the one being cryptic. “I heard what you said. To Fifi.” Louis pauses, but Nick takes a cue and stays quiet. He has a feeling that the more he talks, the longer this thing is going to draw out. Suddenly Louis is getting close, really close. Like, so close that Nick is wondering if Louis is about to kiss him. He doesn’t of course, he’s moving to talk into Nick’s ear. Which, Nick isn’t going to lie, affects him almost as much as a kiss might. The boy is fit. “About the chains and whips.” Now it’s Nick’s turn to blush and fumble Or Where a glib comment on the radio leads to one very interesting few weeks for Nick.

Those Summer Nights by YesIsAWorld Nick’s whirlwind summer romance ended when he left his dad’s beach house. Now it’s the first day of senior year, and Nick needs to avoid both the most popular boy at school and his friends’ probing questions.

Give Me One More Night With You by EmmyLouWho Louis turns up at Nick’s door on Saturday night, carrying a bottle of wine that he’d picked out at random at a Sainsburys on the way there. He’d spent ages trying to figure out what you were supposed to wear when you’re going over to somebody’s house so they can thank you for looking after their dog but really you were effectively keeping their dog hostage and you also think that that person is really cute and you’re trying not to be weird about it. His Google search had been, perhaps unsurprisingly, not very helpful. Or, the one where Pig turns up on Louis’ doorstep one day, and Louis has a crush.

Somebody Hurt You (I Know A Place) by writcraft An unexpected encounter brings Nick and Louis together but before they can tell anyone about their relationship an attack on Louis tears them both apart. Nick struggles to deal with the fact Louis no longer remembers their time together as Louis struggles with his injuries and nightmares in the aftermath of the attack. Together they help one another to heal and learn how to love all over again.

There Now, Steady Love by Jiksa Nick’s just had his heart broken, Louis is surprisingly careful with it. Or, the one where Nick’s a small time radio DJ & Louis’s a single dad trying to make it as a musician.

Go On, I Dare You by pwoperninjaelf Nick and Louis are camp counsellors that have spent their past few summers working at an American summer camp, eager for the paid trip abroad, but far less keen on one another. On the final day of camp last summer though, they ended up drunkenly hooking up, but never spoke about it again. Nick’s still not entirely sure what went down and why Louis bailed on him, but it’s okay. He’s just going to ignore it. Ignore Louis, which shouldn’t be too hard considering that’s what he’s been doing for the past few years already anyway. This summer is going to be just like all the others, honestly, nothing’s changed… An American summer camp AU, featuring two stupid boys who keep getting their wires crossed, a host of other familiar faces, all the old school band t-shirts and a camp that should probably keep a better check on their counsellors.

your crooked sleep beside me by nicalyse Louis Tomlinson is unexpected. In which Louis comes on the Breakfast Show and Nick starts to fall for him.

not that good of a person (but i might be for you) by neonmoonlight “Do you fucking mind?” Louis asked tensely, glaring at Nick. “You know, I thought naming your old ship after a greek goddess was some quirk of yours,” Nick started then gestured towards the book that Louis placed on his shelf. “But clearly, you have a thing.” “You make one more comment I will abandon you on a dying planet,” Louis said, turning back to his bag of things. He heard Nick scoff behind him before he left and let the door slide shut. Louis closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down before he went back to fix up his space. The one thing Louis wanted was for Nick to leave him alone, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. or the one where nick and louis hate each other until they don’t and there’s a spaceship.

If This Is To End In Fire by Jiksa Apocalypse makes it sound a lot more glamorous than it actually is.

What about us? by octoberrose11 Ducking his head he mumbles out, “One of them might have passed out but her friend caught her before anything bad could have happened. Anyways! Don’t change the subject!” “What subject?” Anton drops himself gracefully into Liam’s lap, holding onto his shoulder to steady himself. “Who kicked Harry’s puppy?” “He’s mad that Tommo and Grim are practically fucking on the dance floor.” “They are not! They’re friends, barely friends. They only can stand each other because of me.” Twin unimpressed looks came across the other two’s faces. “I’m going to pretend that it’s the drinks that are making you act like that, Styles, because the man I know wouldn’t say such a thing about one of our best friends.” Liam waved Harry off when he opened his mouth to protest. “You dated both of them, Harry. You broke both of their hearts.”

It’s Like I’m Shootin’ With Broken Arrows by Saori  Road trips are fun if you’re going with someone you can connect with. Riding on the highway with the radio on, eating junk food, taking selfies and making meaningless conversations, bantering about directions… That’s not exactly the case with Nick and Louis. There might be less connecting and more bickering. or, Nick and Louis miss the last plane, and they have two days to get to France. Traveling together might be the worst and best decision in their lives.

It couldn’t get better they say by happilylouie  When Louis Tomlinson releases his new single “Miss you” he is set to appear on Nick Grimshaw’s morning show. Nick has a long time crush on Louis and maybe, just maybe, Nick can gather the courage to say something this time. What if Louis song is inspired not about a general situation, but maybe about a certain radio show host that he himself has had a crush on for a while. or Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong - How about we’ll make it right?!

I’ll Be Your Pride by YesIsAWorld  Louis needled Nick into riding the Ferris wheel with him so he wouldn’t have to ride alone. Of course, they get stuck at the top and Louis has to help Nick through his paralyzing fear of heights.

This is different than in the movies! by definitelynotafan  In which Nick’s new flat is haunted and the ghost has a weird thing about shoes.

All the Silver Moons by YesIsAWorld Nick wakes up in a strange hotel room and is apparently visiting Louis on tour. Which is really weird, because Louis doesn’t like him and they’ve never hung out without Harry as a buffer. And clearly Louis thinks they’re *together* together and Nick hasn’t the faintest idea what’s going on.