#my first makeover of him was god awful i’m so glad i went back and gave it another go bc HELLO SAILOR

[bibliosims]

bro household.

[mochegato]

Nannyette

Chapter 8 – World War MDC

Chapter 1     Chapter 7

**Spoilers for Knives Out!! I forgot to warn people**

Tim knocked on Dick’s door and waited impatiently for Marinette to answer.  Dick was supposed to get home from his shift soon, if a development on one of his cases didn’t pop up at the last minute, and Tim would be able to take Marinette out for their date.  After a wait that lasted forever, about 3 minutes, Marinette opened the door for him.

Tim looked up at her with a smile and immediately flinched back.  “Jesus Christ! Holy Crap!” he screamed out seeing her face.  He grabbed the fabric over his heart in an attempt to slow down his racing heart.  “What the hell happened to you?” He started examining her face in confusion. Marinette’s face was caked with different colors of lipstick and eye shadow and Tim was sure there was more but he didn’t know what.

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him warningly.  “I know you’re impressed with the amazing work Mar’i did to get me ready for our date tonight, but please don't curse in front of her.”

“Ahh, that explains…” Tim walked over to where she was and crouched down to look her in her eyes.  “Mar’i, you did that?”

“Yep I did.” She answered excitedly.

“It looks beautiful, cupcake. You did a great job.” Tim assured her, ruffling her hair.

Mar’i grinned proudly and skipped away.  Tim leaned against the back of the couch and grabbed Marinette, pulling her closer to him, his hands resting on her hips.  He looked over her face again with an amused smile, “You look like a victim in a zombie apocalypse movie.”

Marinette laughed and looked down self-consciously. She ran her hands through her hair nervously.  “Why thank you.”  

Tim hooked his finger under her chin, which he was fairly sure was unmarked, to get her to look at him.  “I meant the hot one that survives and kills all the zombies.” Tim smiled at her.

Marinette stared at him for a few seconds unsure how to respond.  She finally started giggling.  “You say the most flattering things to me.”  

She pushed up to give him a quick peck, but he leaned back out of her reach.  “Nuh uh. You’re not getting me.  I’m surviving this apocalypse.” Tim laughed, dodging her attempts at a kiss but refusing to lean too far away from her or let go of her hips.  Marinette pouted at him.  Tim’s face turned to mock solemnness.  “I will mourn your loss of course.”

“I thought I survived!” She cried in pretend outrage, gently slapping his shoulder.

Tim cringed.  “I didn’t want you to know.  I wanted you to still have hope.  But, unfortunately you fell to the hordes.  I’m the only one left.”

“So you’re the hot one that survives and kills all the zombies?”

Tim shrugged and smirked at her. “You think I’m hot?”

Marinette narrowed her eyes and puckered her lips. She leaned away and looked toward where Mar’i had run off to.  “Mar’i, don’t you think Tim would look amazing with a makeover for the date, too.”

“Noooooo,” he called out quietly, collapsing his head on her shoulder.  “So close to surviving, but it’s total annihilation.”

“I have the makeup!  Come on Uncle Tim,” Mar’i insisted pulling his hand toward the kitchen island.  Tim gave Marinette a mock glare as he let Mar’i pull him away.

After twenty minutes, during which time Marinette had prepared a snack for Mar’i and cleaned up the mess they had made playing earlier, Mar’i finally deemed Tim’s makeover complete.  “Marinette!  Marinette, look!  I made Tim so handsome!” she proudly crowed to Marinette.

Marinette made her way over and took in Tim’s appearance. There was long red streaks marking his face from forehead to jaw.  He truly looked like he had gotten attacked by someone with long, thick nails.  “Oh, he looks so handsome.” She gave him a smirk as she gently tilted his head from side to side to get the full effect.  Tim tried to give her an annoyed look but couldn’t help smiling instead.  “You are so talented, Mar’i.  It looks so good.”

Mar’i looked away shyly. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.  Now, can you start putting the makeup away and then I have a snack ready for you.”

“Okay.” She jumped up and grabbed the first container of makeup and headed back to her room.

As soon as she was out of the room, Marinette turned to Tim.  “Welcome to the apocalypse.” Marinette giggled at him and giving him a few comforting, patronizing pats on the back.

Tim smiled back, pulled her between his legs, and ran his hands through her hair to avoid the makeup that was caked on her face, neck, and the parts of her chest left exposed by her shirt.  “The apocalypse doesn’t seem so bad.  I’ll get to spend it with you.”

Marinette giggled and almost laid her head on his shoulder.  “Sorry about that.”  She wiped imaginary marks off of his shoulder.  “I was so mesmerized by your flirting I almost lost myself.”

Tim pretended not to notice the sarcasm in her voice.  “Good. I’m glad to hear it’s effective.”

Marinette opened her mouth to respond when Dick finally came home.  “Sorry, sorry, Marinette.  Something happened and I had to write it up before I left.”  He finally looked up at the two and did a double take.  “You two look like a rouge attack gone wrong,” he said quietly.  He turned toward Mar’i’s room to call out loudly, “Mar’i, honey, did you do Uncle Tim and Aunt Marinette’s makeup?”  He smirked at the double squeaks Tim and Marinette let out in response.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed happily running out of the back room to fly into his arms for a hug.  “I did!  Don’t they look amazing?”

“They certainly do,” he chuckled and shook his head.

Tim cringed.  “Yeah, we should probably clean up before we leave.”  Marinette scoffed at him and shook her head pityingly.  He looked at her curiously.  Surely she didn’t plan on leaving the apartment looking like this.  There was no way.

“You can’t take my makeup off!  It’s for your date.  Don’t you like it?” Mar’i looked up at him with wide, wet eyes.

He looked over to Marinette who gave him a knowing look that let him know she knew exactly how this was going to play out. They were leaving the apartment with this makeup on.  “No! Yes, of course I love the makeup. It’s gorgeous.  It just maybe isn’t right for a first date.” Tim gave her a strained smile.

Mar’i looked down and sniffled.  “Okay.”

“I meant, maybe I need a bit more makeup?” He tried instead.  “I’m not as naturally gorgeous as Marinette is,” he looked over at her with a smirk, “I need more help than she does.”  Marinette rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that formed on her lips.

Mar’i brightened up immediately and started sorting through the container of makeup she hadn’t put away yet.  “Okay!”

Dick clapped him on the back and leaned in to whisper, “Smooth recovery.  Got on both of their good sides with that.”  Tim shrugged at him and sat back down so Mar’i could make him look even better.

It only took Mar’i a few more minutes to make Tim look even more handsome.  Marinette and Tim thanked her again for her help and were finally able to leave for their date.  Tim looked at the time as they waited for the elevator.  It was now too late for them to go home, get ready, and make it to the restaurant on time.  He sighed and studied her, more specifically her makeup, for a few moments.  He leaned against the wall and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her.  “Hey, what do you say to staying in for our date instead?”

She grinned cheekily at him.  “What, don’t want to be seen in public with this?” She motioned to her face and neck.

Tim chuckled and tightened his arms around her waist.  “I wouldn’t want to start a panic of people thinking there was a new rogue out there tearing people’s faces off.  We already have Black Mask for that.  But I was thinking how nice it would be to cuddle with you on the couch without worrying about Mar’i waking up or Dick walking in on us.”  He gave her a chaste kiss pulling away just far enough to talk.  “No dressing up, no pretentious restaurants.  Just order food, watch a movie, cuddle under a blanket… I can show you my apartment this time.”

Marinette sighed and relaxed into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.  “That sounds amazing.  But you do realize, even if we went out it wouldn’t need to be to a fancy, pretentious restaurant.  I just want to spend time with you.  It could be a coffee shop, a corner diner, a picnic in the park.  I don’t care.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed out happily.  “It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Marinette blushed and took a few seconds to gather her thoughts.  “And just because we couldn’t take the makeup off in front of Mar’i doesn’t mean we can’t take it off now.” She pulled a few face wipes out of her bag and offered him one.

“Thank you,” Tim smiled and started rubbing vigorously as they walked onto the elevator.  He groaned when he saw his reflection in the elevator doors.  “I don’t think this is going to be enough.” Marinette giggled and helped him wipe off his makeup, standing closer than strictly necessary to accomplish the task, which Tim did not object to at all.

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“So, this is my place,” Tim opened the door to the townhouse and held her hand to guide her in.  “Did you want the tour?”

Marinette looked around in awe.  “Tim!  What the hell?  This isn’t an apartment.  This is like a… oh my god.  This is amazing.”

“You like it?” he asked nervously.

“Like it?  Tim, this is amazing.  I…” her eyes kept darting around the multistory, open concept, sleek townhouse, “I’m speechless.  It’s beautiful.”  Tim let out a relieved breath and smiled at her.  She looked at him incredulously.  “You couldn’t have actually thought I might not.”

He shrugged at her and stroked her cheek. “I just… want you to be impressed.”

“Oh Tim… you already impress me.” She shook her head gently and looked at him with sincerity and adoration.  “I already think you’re amazing and I still would even if you lived in a crappy, walk up studio apartment.  I didn’t fall for you because of your money.”

Tim beamed at her.  “Oh no?  What was it then?”

She grinned up at him cheekily.  “Clearly, your post-apocalyptic good looks.”

Tim barked out a laugh and gently rubbed his thumbs along her cheek.  “Speaking of, do you want to wash your face first or want me to go first?”

Marinette leaned into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her.  “You can go first.”

“Okay.  Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.  I’ll just wash my face and be right back.  The remote is right over there if you want to turn on something to watch.”

She nodded to him and started looking around his home taking in all the decorations and the enormous saltwater fish tank. “Fucking rich people,” she muttered to herself with a small laugh.  She stopped in front of some of a few large photographs hanging on the wall.  She studied them for a few minutes before laughing so loudly, Tim came hurrying in to see what was so funny.

He looked at her questioningly and she shook her head, unable to stop laughing, the bewildered look on his face making her laugh harder.  “You weren’t even trying to hide it were you?” she finally managed to get out through the laughter.

He gave her a completely baffled look, “Hide what?”

“Your identity.”

“What do you mean?” He whipped his head around looking for the source of her comment.  He was careful.  Exceptionally.  He didn’t slip up and leave weapons around.  He did NOT leave his suit in his closet.  There should be nothing here to give away his identity.

She motioned to the pictures she was standing next to.  “This is clearly taken from the top of Titan Tower.  These look like they were taken mid-swing.  Who can do that but a hero?  Who could get those but a hero?”

Tim looked between the pictures and her a dumbfounded look on his face.  He’d had a number of people in his home before that never even gave the pictures a second glance.  He’d had Titans in his home before and none of them had even noticed.  He was again struck by how incredible she was.  

He chuckled and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.  “You ever thought about being a hero?  Because you would be amazing at it.  You can already kick ass.  You’re smart. You’re observant.  You notice the details nobody else does.  You try to help others.” He looked at her adoringly. “You’d be amazing,” he let out breathlessly.

Marinette froze for a moment and gave him a nervous chuckle, pushing hair that hadn’t been loose behind her ear.  She looked down, avoiding his eyes.  “Thank you.  I don’t think I’d… I’m honored you think so.”  She steeled herself and looked back up at him with a faked coy smile and took a step closer. “That means a lot coming from a hero like you.”

“Vigilante,” he quietly corrected.

“I know what I said,” she answered just as quietly, pulling him down to meet her lips in an affectionate and insistent kiss. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, making it hungrier and more passionate.

He pulled away after a few minutes.  “I’ll order the food and get a movie set up while you get cleaned up.  Sound good?” he asked quietly, his breath fanning over her lips as he spoke.  She nodded mutely, still recovering her breath after the kisses that stole it, thankful Tim was holding her up.  She was pretty sure her knees would have given out if he hadn’t been.

After she had washed her face and reapplied her makeup herself, she emerged from the bathroom that was larger than her apartment, feeling refreshed and a little less scary looking.  She found Tim lounging on the couch, looking through movie listings.  Her breath hitched slightly at the sight.  He looked so handsome sitting like that and she couldn’t believe he had chosen her.  She bit her bottom lip to keep her smile from becoming too wide, but it didn’t work. There was no holding it back.

Tim looked up from the television and gave her a beaming smile.  “Hey, the food is on its way and I think I found the perfect movie,” he said motioning to the spot next to him for her to sit.  His expression was too innocent though.  Marinette eyed him suspiciously, but still sat in the spot he indicated and cuddled up to him.  He grinned mischievously and hit the select button to bring up the movie’s details.

Marinette groaned good-naturedly and buried her head in his shoulder.  “It made me think of you,” his grin widened as the theme for World War Z played in the background.

Marinette pulled back to give him an unamused look. “You’re terrible and I don’t know why I like you.”

He shrugged smugly.  “It’s the fish tank.”

Marinette scoffed and rolled her eyes.  “I assure you it isn’t.”

Tim gave her a mock pout.  “That hurts.  Okay so, World War Z?”

Marinette hesitated and gave him a nervous look. “Can we… not?  I get the joke, but it gives me flashbacks.”

Tim gave her a confused look.  “Flashbacks?”

“Yeah.  Zombies.” She shuddered at the memory.  

“Yeah, let’s discuss that one a bit more. Zombies?”

“Zombies,” she confirmed with a curt nod.  “It was one of our akumas.  One of the more effective ones.  Almost everyone in Paris became one.  They passed it by kissing.  Then you became mindless kissing machines.”

“I’ve known a few people at some galas like that,” he tried to joke to lighten the mood.

She let out a mirthless chuckle appreciating the awkward attempt to change the subject. “Yeah, me too.  And a few frat parties.”  

“Okay, no horror movies,” he nodded, returning his attention to the movies listing.  “What about the Majestia movie that just came out?”

Marinette froze and quirked her lips to the side thinking about how to respond.  She loved Majestia.  In fact she and Adrien had just gone to visit her a few weeks before, but the movie was sooooo not a realistic representation of her.  They got so many details wrong, including every detail about Knight Owl. She could not in any way sit through that movie without criticizing it ruthlessly, revealing she knew them and knew everything about the movie was wrong.  “How about a murder mystery?  Or do you figure them out too quickly to enjoy them?  Oh!  Have you seen Knives Out?”

Tim shook his head and started navigating to the movie.  “I have not and I take it as a challenge to see how quickly I can figure it out.”

Forty minutes later, the food had arrived and been eaten and they had just gotten back to cozying up to watch the movie.  “So we agree Captain America is the killer, right?”

Marinette snorted, “Well, obviously.”

“So,” Tim angled his face to look at Marinette, “we’ve already solved the mystery and there is about an hour and a half left of the movie.”

Marinette leaned her head back to look at him. “Yes?”

“I’m just saying we don’t really have a reason to pay attention anymore,” he pointed out suggestively.

“I see your point.” She nodded sagely.  “So what you’re saying is you want to play a game.”

He smothered a grin at the game she was playing. “Of sorts,” he confirmed.

“Want to get out Chess or Risk?”  Her voice was innocent, but her hands running up and down his arms and shoulders were anything but.

He shook his head at her as he turned her around to fully face him.  “I’m not allowed to play Risk anymore.” She raised her eyebrow at him encouraging him to explain.  “Something about taking world domination too seriously.”

She giggled.  “So Settlers of Catan is out too then.”  Tim let out a frustrated huff and nodded.  Marinette giggled harder and traced the edge of his jaw.  “So you were thinking a video game then?”

He hummed as though in thought as he pushed forward, forcing her to lean back.  “I was thinking something more physical.”

“Oh!  Like DDR?” She looked up at him through her eyelashes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He moved his face closer until his nose was ghosting against her jaw.  “What about something more about making each other feel good than scoring points.”

“Ahh, an exercise game,” she offered breathlessly.

“Something like that,” Tim nodded before closing the gap between them.

“That was a great movie,” Marinette whispered against Tim’s lips an hour and a half later as the movie credits rolled up the screen.  She looked up at him coquettishly as his face hovered over hers.  “We should watch it again soon.”

“Or at all,” Tim chuckled.  He brushed Marinette’s hair out of her face and gazed at her face flushed from kissing through the entire movie.  He gave her a quizzical look.  “Are we… No.  That’s not what I meant to say.”  He frowned at himself and looked away.  

Marinette smiled at him and caressed his cheek. “What did you want to say?”

He looked back up at her with a nervous smile. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Marinette’s smile widened until it was beaming. “Yes!” she exclaimed excitedly before pulling him back down so they could miss the next movie as well.

Chapter 9

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[disaster-fruit]

So, someone requested prompt 18) "are you wearing my shirt?" for the smut prompts but then i DIDNT WRITE SMUT once again, but i will TRY to write smut with this one again, so i will post the not-smut seperatly from the ask.

Family AU (aka trans luci au) fluff

CW for my trans readers: discussions of early transition, hormones, and pregnancy.

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“Are you wearing my shirt?”

Luciano was sprawled on the bed, eating a whole plate of brigadeiro with a spoon, and in an awful mood.

“Mine don’t fit anymore.” He grumbled, not looking at him. “Yours are more comfortable.”

Martín chuckled affectionately and took off his shoes to join his moody husband on the bed. He snuggled close to him and kissed his cheek, expecting Luciano to turn to kiss him back, but he just got another spoon of chocolate for himself. Still, Martín was happy to cuddle as it was, seeing from far away that Luciano was in need of some love and attention to improve his day.

Martín slid his hand to Luciano’s lower abdomen and raised his shirt up to his chest, exposing his stomach.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, caressing him there.

“Sick.” He grunted. “You know morning sickness? Turns out it lasts the entire day.”

“Yeah, you told me.” Martín chuckled, running his palm over his belly almost mindlessly. “So is it a good idea to eat all this brigadeiro?”

Luciano glared at him.

“I’m not sick right now. Give me a break.”

“Okay, okay. But I bought you that weird red fruit you said you were craving. Had to go to three different markets to find it. I’ll make you some juice if you want.” He offered, nuzzling his hair.

“Ah, right.” Luciano didn’t sound half as grateful as Martín expected. “Maybe later.”

Martín pouted, a little frustrated with his own failure in cheering up his husband. He watched his own hand as it followed the smooth curve of Luciano’s stomach. Despite what Luciano thought, his own shirts still hid it completely from the rest of the world, but for Martín, who was more than familiar with his body, he had been showing for a while.

“I read in one of my books that he should be the size of a pear by now.” he commented casually, almost just for himself.

“Feels more like an evil mango to me.” Luciano mumbled. “You think it’s a ‘he’?”

“I’m sure it is. And I already know the perfect name-”

“I’m not calling our son Diego.”

“It’s a perfectly good name!” Martín protested.

“It’s not happening. Diego and Martín II are out of question.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m not. Besides, the tarot said it’s a girl.”

“You went to that lady next to the bakery again?”

“Yes, and she always gets everything right.”

“Oh, really?” Martín raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Like what?”

“She told me to not be afraid to get close to you again.” Luciano smiled triumphantly. “That we were meant to be. And when I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to propose, she told me you’d say yes.” He raised his left hand and wiggled his ring finger to emphasize.

“Well, I knew that all anyway.” Martín retorted. “I knew we were meant to be since our very first date after we met again. And I knew I would say yes if you proposed pretty much since then too.”

Luciano rolled his eyes, but his mood had improved a little, and that was worth a fortune to Martín.

“And this evil pear-mango” he continued. “is the fruit of our love.”

Luciano laughed despite himself. He looked away, avoiding his stupid husband’s face.

“And of a million doctor visits. And all-day-long sickness. And almost two years without my hormones. And-”

“I know, I know,” Martín shut him up by holding his face with both hands and kissing his cheek and mouth countless times per second. “You’re making a lot of sacrifices for us, and that’s why you’re all grumpy and sulky.” he teased in babytalk, drinking Luciano’s helpless laugh as he tried to get away from the kiss attack. “But I love your grumpy sulky face.”

Martín finished the attack with a real kiss, a press off lips full of love and certainty, one that even Luciano couldn’t refuse.

“And I love you.” He whispered as he pulled away to look at Luciano’s eyes.

“I love you too, baby.” Luciano softened, running his thumb over his cheek. “I’m just very tired.”

“I figured.” Martín caressed his hair out of his face. “You’ve been feeling sick a lot lately.”

“Tell me about it.” He groaned, staring at the ceiling. “I’m sick all day long and when I’m not sick I’m horny.”

Martín propped himself on an elbow with an interested smile.

“Is that so?”

“Not right now.” Luciano gave him an ugly look. “But I read it’s normal. Though it’s not as bad as my hormones. You should’ve seen me in my first year, I was basically a teenager.”

“Really?” Martín arched an eyebrow, inviting Luciano to talk more.

“Actually, I’m glad we weren’t talking. I was horny all the time, hungry all the time, sweaty all time, I got angry out of nowhere, my voice started breaking… Which, you know, it’s fine if you’re 14 but it’s not how you want to be in your twenties.”

Martín giggled at the image.

“You still eat a crazy amount for a body so small.” He teased, pecking his cheek.

“I also had so, so much acne…” he whined at the memory. “And I didn’t help either, I had a mullet.”

Martín laughed loud at that.

“Your dad showed me pictures.”

“The fucking old man…” Luciano grumbled.

“When I came out to Chiara, she took it as an invitation to give me a complete makeover.” Martín smiled as he remembered. “We went shopping, she donated almost all my band t-shirts and bought some actual clothing, fancy shoes and perfume and all. And on my birthday she bought me this really nice watch, I ended up breaking it after and she almost killed me, it was really nice. But our first stop was a hairstylist.”

Luciano shared his laugh, connecting the fancy gay he had married to the dirty teen he had dated so long ago.

“She knew what she was doing.”

“If we were friends at the time, I would’ve taken you to do the same. Get rid of that mullet and get some fucking skin care.”

“Never, I was very protective of my mullet.”

“Well, my boyfriend wouldn’t have an ugly hair style, not under my watch.”

Luciano was smiling.

There was something incredibly comforting about talking about the past like that. What had before hunted him was now just a casual piece of their history, that had to happen like it did for them to eventually get together. When they first started dating again, Martín would often find himself thinking of these what-ifs, these different realities where he wouldn’t have spent ten years apart from the love of his life, where he would’ve been able to be a part of his transition and support him, where everything would’ve happened sooner.

At that time, he thought any of those possibilities would have been better. But now they were laying on the same bed, talking about them. Luciano was his husband, he was wearing his shirt and he was pregnant with their first child and Martín had his hand comfortably feeling his stomach as they talked.

What could’ve been better than this?

“Even with a decent haircut I’d still look like a disaster.” Luciano’s playful voice brought him back to reality. “Just a huge hormonal mess all the way around. After a while I think they kinda settled in place?”

“So you stopped being horny, sweaty and hungry all the time and became just hungry all the time?”

“Well, the hormones still make me horny, it’s just more manageable. These months I spent without them I was never in the mood.”

“I remember.” Martín chuckled. “Which is not ideal when you’re trying to make a baby.”

“Well, now the baby is making me horny again.”

“Now?” Martín’s eyes widened.

“Not now.” Luciano pushed him playfully on the shoulder. “God, are you sure you’re not pregnant?”

Martín laughed and pinched him gently.

“You’re unpredictable, so I must be ready to take care of you at all times.”

“Then go make me that jambo juice.”

Martín grinned and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Sure, daddy.” He winked and got up in a second. “Whatever you want.”

Luciano looked at him disapprovingly, but he was smiling, and that was worth the world for him.

[soaringlanddormitory]

🎁 Kasem/Rosa, ♥ Ichiro/Manami, 💅 Yuriko/Sayaka (this seems like an interesting combo)

Yes!!

Kasem/Rosa

🎁 Our muses exchange special gifts to each-other! 

If there was one word people could describe Kasem, it’d be arrogant. He was someone who always thought he was the best person in the whole world. What wasn’t perfect about him? He had reddish hair that was silky and fun to play with, he had golden eyes that can be compared to the golds in treasure boxes. He had the voice that could calm any storm, and the hands to be able to play an addicting beat… So what was there make him not perfect?

He would gladly brag about himself, saying he was someone who was made to be a god. He was a perfect being to himself, so he couldn’t tell why people would deny him. However, there was a certain someone who made him stop bragging about himself. Sometimes when he shot her a glance, he’d only close his mouth and start grinning. All the pride about himself transfers, and it goes to her. He would always start bragging about her instead.

Honestly, she didn’t know where all the comments came from. People would describe him as someone who was boastful and he talked too much about himself, but she never saw him as that. If something, it was the complete opposite. He was someone who made her feel prouder of herself, and he always dropped a ton of praise towards her. He always thought of her before himself.

Isn’t it obvious enough? She loved him a lot, and the mere fact that he was always so kind to her made her feel confused on other people’s perspectives on him. Would that change a thing? Absolutely not! She never believed their words and continued loving him despite what people may say about him. She continued feeling the same way even if people warned her about his attitude.

To show her feelings, she decided to call him and tell him that she was going to come over once again- which she did. She was going to make this day special.

A couple of knocks on the door happened, and the first person who opened the door was someone who she wanted to meet. “Kasem!” Rosa began smiling at him and she kept her gift hidden in the bag she brought. He quickly chuckled before offering his hand.

“Oh my, my Pink Rose!” He brought in her close before he kissed her forehead, which made her blush red. “I’m glad that you came. I already prepared my whole house for you. Dad decided to cook dinner tonight, together with my sister, of course!” He carried her for a moment to nuzzle on her neck and she began giggling.

“Wait, that tickles!” She began laughing and he placed her down before he decided to kiss her once again, making her blush. “You’re really this romantic, aren’t you?” She always felt soft around him and he only stroke her hair before nodding.

“How can I not be? You’re such a sweetheart, that’s what you deserve.” He placed his hand away and suddenly, she stuffed her hand in her bag and his eyes began drifting to her movement. “Hm?” He was a bit curious and once she brought out the object, his eyes began widening.

“I wanted you to have this! I bought it for you!”

The smile of his face didn’t leave for a good minute and his eyes were actually shining very brightly, it showed happiness. “… I can’t believe you did this for me, god… This makes me… happy.” His voice softened and it actually squeaked as he got the gift from her. It were drumsticks, some which he used to play his main instrument. His eyes were pretty teary and he got something out of his pocket.

“Please don’t cry!!” Rosa went closer to him and wiped his tears away, and she had to admit that this was her first time to see him react this way. But once she felt his hands going around her neck, she looked down to look at her chest to see a pendant hanging on a necklace. “Kasem, I-!” She didn’t know she’d feel as emotional as him in a span of 3 minutes.

“A pink rose pendant for the perfect rose.” He stated. “Thank you for the gift and I hope you like mine too.”

“I love it…! I love it so much!” She jumped to him to give him a hug and he only wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you, I love you so much!”

“I love you too…”

Ichiro/Manami

♥ Our muses meet for the first time!

There were people moving aside from a person’s path once he passed by. They had something in their eyes which definitely wasn’t respect. It might have been fear, hate, or an unknown feeling they couldn’t describe with words as they watched the person pass by them. He grumbled and cursed as he went through those students, not feeling anything new from them.

People were like this when they were around him, huh?

He placed his hands in his pocket and “tched” as he continued walking. He was always treated this way by other people. It might have been old to him, but he still felt this certain pain. As if he’d ever say it. He wouldn’t fucking tell anyone about he felt- why would they even care?

After a few moments, the same thing happened, or maybe some instantly left him. There was a feeling that burned in his chest, but sometimes the only feeling he could produce due to that was anger. People were scared of him because of his random bursts of anger and curses. Well, not that they’d stay with him anyway.

He stopped on his tracks once someone stayed in place even if he arrived. He stayed in place before eyeing the girl. “What the fuck are you planning to do?” He certainly did not expect someone to actually stay despite him coming. This left him confused, but this girl was only looking up at him with a smile on her face.

“Ichi-chi!” A brunette called his name in an excited manner. This left him dumbfounded. Why did she look so happy? He watched the people around him quickly leave once he raised an eyebrow. “I found you!!” Why was this little girl calling him by a nickname and what did she want from him? She opened the box she held.

A mix of cookies and chocolates, a mix of smores and strawberries- it was a box filled with sweets. “Am I supposed to do anything with this?”

The girl nodded her head. “Pick some out! If you do, it’s yours now!” She brought the box closer to him. He was confused by this kind gesture, he wasn’t used to this at all. Who was she? And why did she actually offer some things to him? Does she have any idea who he is? She did call him by his name… so damn right, she knew!

“Are you fucking serious?” He questioned her. He had to. No stranger in Totsuki was ever this kind to him- he didn’t know how to feel about her offering and he noticed she stepped back and placed the box down for a moment after the question.

“B-But if you don’t like sweets… It’s fine…” She quietly mumbled those words, thinking those words were actually supposed to be a rejection. “I might make something else for you, if you don’t like it that much… I sometimes forget not everyone likes them…”

He paused for a moment as soon as she showed a hint of sadness. Did she actually not feel anger towards him for rejecting an offer? Did she not feel fear with how he talked unlike the others? Was she really only sad because of what he said? Without himself knowing, he got some pieces of sweets from the box and shrugged. “Thanks, I guess.”

Her eyes began widening and her smile went back to place. “Of course!” She began feeling happy again. “I want everyone to be happy in some way! Or know that they’re loved and cared about!”

Did this stranger actually care for him?

“Who the hell are you?” 

“Manami… Manami Kuga!”

Instead of continuing the conversation, he turned around and began walking away… Not because he disliked the girl- but because for the first time in a while… he felt a different feeling from someone in Totsuki.

Yuriko/Sayaka

💅  Our muses give each-other makeovers!

What was better than queens? That’s an easy question! It were two queens hanging out! What can be better than that? 

Sayaka would actually take pride in her talent when it comes to make-up, and once she saw that there were new people around- she definitely wanted to show her skills. One of the first people who she found as a perfect model to show off her talent to was no other than Yuriko Kusunoki. She had a beautiful face and an attractive face. Well damn, she was hot!

It helped her a lot that when she made the offer, the other female only grinned and accepted immediately. Yuriko had to admit, that she always found Sayaka rather interesting. She was a child of Mimasaka, and when she compared it to the Mimasaka in her verse- they were somehow alike yet so different. That’s what made her unique, so bonding with her was her pleasure!

Sayaka brought out some brushes, eye liner, eye shadow and a bunch of other make-ups. “Don’t worry, lady~! I’m great with make-up, and I can do it best.” She was confident in her skills, and she wanted to prove it. The other girl laughed before leaning on her chair and gesturing on her own face.

“I believe your words, Sayaka-chan~! I know you’ll make me look so fantastic! You can impersonate people after all, you probably are the best person to go to for these things!” Yuriko replied and this caused Sayaka to grin even wider. She was so ready to do this. Their enthusiasm matched each other too! “Now do your magic!”

Sayaka prepared the powder before winking at the girl. “Close your eyes, because I’ll give you the best makeover that anyone can give you your whole entire life.” 

After a few minutes of placing on make-up, Sayaka told her to open her eyes and the first thing she did was gasp and look closer to the mirror. “Gosh, I already knew I looked really hot, but somehow you made me even look even better! You’re absolutely amazing!” Yuriko was clearly in awe and Sayaka chuckled as she got the iron to make her hair look even more fascinating.

“I know that very well, but thanks anyway!” She removed the ponytail of Yuriko, and the second process started. As soon as she was done, Yuriko stood up a and spun around before striking a pose. “Daaaaamn girl, you’re looking pretty fucking sexy.”

The girl who just got her makeover finished began giggling at the compliment. “Aw, how sweet~!But it’s all thanks to the attractive woman who did it for me!” She placed her hands on her hips before tilting her head to the side. “Now, now~! Is it okay with you if I do the same to you? I want to show you that I can do it too~!”

“Of course.” Sayaka was more than happy to accept. “I want to see how great you can do~!”

Yuriko brought out her lipstick from her bag before moving closer. “Let’s do this then, sweetheart~!”

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Mystery Man- Ten Masquerade Ball! Au

Word count: 3.1k

Genre: Pure fluff

Plot summary: When you get an invitation to the annual masquerade ball, you don't think the night will be as extraordinary as advertised. Will your Mystery Man manage to change your mind?

Request: Can I request a Ten scenario where their school organizes a masquerade ball? Thanks, I love your writing xx

A/N: Thank you for your request, it was really fun to write! Hope you guys enjoy reading and don't be shy to send in requests(: Thank you guys again so much for your support, it really does mean the world to me

  Living in the city had its ups and downs. Being able to attend an Ivy League school singlehandedly dismissed all those downs, though. It was an adventure if you were being honest. It was nothing like high school, that was certain. Here, everyone took things seriously whether it be clubs, schoolwork, charity events, you name it- because it determined the rest of their lives. Scary, come to think of it. You show up to some building every day for months and repeat this exercise for years- all so that you can spend the rest of your life working in one single place (if you're lucky, that is).

Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to despise school and all that it represented. Your parents worked hard enough just so you could get the best education possible, you weren't going to spit on such an opportunity. You showed up to school every day with the same joie-de-vivre and tried to see the best in everything, in everyone. You figured you owed that to your parents and yourself.

Today was one of those mornings. You felt a light breeze on your face as you walked to the subway station. It was getting colder, you observed. You recognized a silhouette in the distance and ran towards it excitedly.

"Eun-Ji!"

Your friend smiled upon seeing you. This had been a habit of yours ever since you had met. You always rode the subway together and today was no exception. You took your usual seats in the back and chatted away.

"Have you heard about the ball?"

Your friend watched your reaction expectantly. Your school, being Ivy League, hosted many events and the one Eun-Ji was referring to was by far the most important. It was a masquerade ball and it was thrown only once a year. It was special because you needed to personally receive an invitation to attend. Everyone wanted to go as it united the most "important" people of the school. People would kill to feel like they were important, wouldn't they? Personally, you weren't too keen on the idea but you knew better than to refuse if by some miracle you received an invitation.

You snapped out of your reverie before answering your impatient companion.

"Yes, just like every year. I hope you get an invitation, Eun-Ji. You deserve it."

You smiled, trying to mask your disgust of the event. She only rolled her eyes at you before switching subjects.

Math had always been your least favorite subject. Thank god you only had to endure this one, unlike your friends who were studying to become businesspeople for the most part. The only distraction being a head of greenish-blonde hair sitting two desks in front of you. He was by far the best dancer in the establishment (which was saying a lot given the prestige of the school) and his nickname was Ten- that was pretty much all that you had gathered about the said boy.

He was devilishly handsome and quite reserved, which only made him that much more alluring. A handful of girls were already at his feet, not that he paid them much mind. As for you, you were content by simply watching him from afar admiringly.

Which was what you were doing at that precise moment, except this time he turned around. Your eyes met and you looked down, embarrassed that you had been caught staring. He squinted his eyes at you and turned back around. You heaved a sigh of relief and the rest of the lesson was uneventful.

The rest of the week went by the same way as that class did- uneventfully. You didn't run into Ten after that and you were glad it was the last day of the week. Except Eun-Ji kept going on about the god-forsaken ball.

"(Y/N)! The invitations are supposed to be distributed today! I can't wait to get home to see if I got one."

You covered your ears, hoping to block her out in the process. Your attempt was in vain as she was now shaking you to get your attention.

Soon enough, the day came to an end and you were met with an even more excited Eun-Ji -if that was even possible. She rambled on and on until you got to the subway.

"I want one so bad, (Y/N), you can't even understand! I know exactly what I'd wear, I have the perfect dress, the perfect shoes, the perfect necklace and the perfect mask already lined up. But who would I go with-"

"Eun-Ji, I love you, but can you please stop talking about this ball? It's not like you've officially been invited yet. You can rant about it then, okay?"

"Fine." She pouted, not saying much for the remainder of the ride.

You climbed the stairs leading to your apartment when a pink piece of paper caught your attention. You picked it up, identifying the object as being an envelope with your name written in fancy calligraphy on it. You opened it and read it aloud.

"Dear Miss (Y/L/N),

We cordially invite you to join us for a night to remember. Be sure to respect the dress code below. We look forward to seeing you at the annual masked ball.

Best regards,

The Barnard College Committee"

  Just as you were starting to piece everything together, your phone rang.

"Yes?"

"(Y/N)! IT'S OFFICIAL I GOT ONE, I'M GOING TO THE MASQUERADE BALL! AAAAAAH!"

Your friend's high-pitched screams made you flinch and distance the phone from your ear. When you thought she had calmed down, you spoke up.

"Well I got one too, it seems."

The screams made a comeback and if you became deaf, you knew who you would have to blame for it.

The masquerade ball was to be held two weeks from the date you had received the invitation. Eun-Ji had dragged you along to so many shops that you had lost track of how many you had been to. You couldn't find a dress or a mask, whereas Eun-Ji already had everything settled. She made sure to show you the best of the best from Prada to Dior, yet nothing caught your fancy.

There was now one week left and you had decided to go shopping on your own. Eun-Ji was too dizzying for you. You entered a quaint boutique and found it had a vintage feel to it. The prices were reasonable and you found the workers to be quite friendly. You browsed through their selection when one particular dress made your jaw drop in awe.

It was draped on a mannequin, giving you an idea of what it might look like on you. It was of a dark forest green and it was simple, just like you wanted. The dress was made of silk and you could already picture yourself showing up to the ball in it.

You tried it on and were surprised by what stared back at you. Your reflection was no longer of an innocent school girl, but one of a mature, beautiful young woman. Tears welled up in your eyes at the sight. You laughed, thinking about how pathetic you must've looked crying over a dress. Nevertheless, it was the one and you exited the store with a smile on your face and a shopping bag in hand.

  It was the day of and you were currently sitting on your couch, watching some random TV show on Netflix. You were waiting on Eun-Ji who wanted to get ready with you. The aggressive knocking on your door made you jump in surprise. She was always so dramatic, you thought.

"Hey."

"Okay, so I brought my makeup, hair products, and perfume. I'm going to give you a makeover, darling."

You cringed, not being too fond of the idea. You ended up agreeing because saying no was not an option when it came to Eun-Ji.

She took care of your hair first, sighing when she saw what she was dealing with. She curled the ends and braided some strands in a complex updo. She added some glitter as a finishing touch. You tried to take a look but were stopped by your intense friend.

"No peeking!"

Eun-Ji moved on to your face. Her collection of makeup was now sprawled across your vanity and it was an absolute mess. You didn't know she owned this much makeup. She applied the basics on your face and nodded in satisfaction when she was done.

You were finally allowed to see what you looked like and when you did, you were amazed by her work. You looked so different and you had to agree that her makeover wasn't half bad.

"Do you like it?"

"I do, actually. Thanks."

She smiled widely, moving on to her own makeup.

You had decided to rent a car for the event since public transportation wouldn't be the best way to get there considering how you were dressed. It was actually quite a fancy car, some recent Lincoln model. Eun-Ji was wearing a pink dress that almost resembled a bridesmaid dress. She looked as stunning as ever. You were both wearing your masks as you gazed outside, wondering what the night had in store for you.

It was around 10 pm when you arrived and the venue was filled with people. You couldn't recognize anyone and it scared you a bit. Eun-Ji had run off with some of her other friends (ones that were way more excited about this ball than you), leaving you to fend for yourself. You grew uncomfortable by the minute and headed towards the bar.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please."

You sighed in happiness when the bartender handed you the much-needed drink.

"Rough night?"

You turned your head to the owner of the voice. He was wearing a navy blue tuxedo and black bangs covered his forehead. You couldn't properly distinguish his features underneath the mask. He looked handsome even with a mask covering most of his face. He, on the other hand, knew exactly who you were.

"You could say that, yeah."

"Are you not happy to be here?"

You shrugged.

"I mean, I guess it's an honor and all that."

"You seem enthusiastic", he laughed.

You laughed along.

"You look ravishing in that dress, by the way."

His words made you blush. You mumbled a faint "thank you". It wasn't every day that a handsome guy flirted with a girl like you. The music's volume started to increase while the whiskey in your glass did the opposite.

"Wanna dance?" He asked, leaning towards you so you could hear him.

You nodded and he led you to the dancefloor. You swayed your body to the rhythm of the music and were surprised to see that the mystery man was quite a good dancer. You were actually enjoying yourself with this stranger which made you even more aware that you didn't know his name.

"So mystery man, do you have a name?"

"Not tonight, (Y/N)."

"But you know mine, it's not fair."

He chuckled. Of course, at that exact moment, the DJ decided to play a slow song. You were sweaty and gross, not exactly the ideal state for a slow dance. You were both frozen on the spot for a few seconds. The man before you searched your eyes for approval and you nodded. He placed his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him. You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck as naturally as you could. Inside, you were freaking out. There were butterflies in your stomach and your heart was beating out of your chest.  

Fortunately for you, the song only lasted a few minutes. You excused yourself afterward, making your way to the bar for a glass of water.

You sipped on your drink as you looked around, noticing how everyone looked so noble tonight. You recognized a few people as being a few years older than you. You felt quite out of place among all these mature, respectable individuals.

You finished your drink and stepped outside. You needed some fresh air to cleanse your thoughts. You had always been an overthinker and in times like these, it was less than welcome.

You sat on the sidewalk, letting your gaze wander aimlessly. You were barely aware that someone had just sat down next to you before said person spoke up.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"

Your eyes widened when you recognized the voice as the mystery man's.  

"I'm not big on parties, crowds aren't really my thing. I'm more of a stay-at-home kind of girl."

You smiled, suddenly fascinated by the ground.

"I know just the place. Come."

He smiled and took your hand in his, leading you to this mysterious place. Everything seemed to be mysterious about him. You wondered if he was going to tell you his name when the night was over.

You didn't talk much during the walk. When you got close enough to the spot, he covered your eyes with his hands. He guided your step until he reached the special place.

"Okay, we're here. Open your eyes."

You complied. You covered your now gaping mouth with your hand. He had taken you to a hilltop with a magnificent view of the night sky. The stars were shining brightly than ever and you could almost make out all the constellations.

"It's beautiful."

He smiled, thinking that your beauty utterly outshone the view.

He laid on his back, inviting you to do the same. You followed and noticed how each star stood out with this new perspective. You started tracing invisible patterns in the air, linking the stars together to create constellations in your mind.

The man next to you propped himself up on his elbow. He stared at you for a little bit, thinking the moonlight made you even prettier.

"May I?" He gestured to your mask.

You nodded, after all, he already knew your name so there was no harm in him seeing your face. He untied it, his thumb resting on your cheek gently.

"Are you going to tell me who you are?"

You found yourself asking. He answered with a smile, turning around to untie his own mask.

A look of astonishment took over your face when you saw who had been hiding behind the mask all along.

"Ten...? What-"

You babbled. So many questions were running through your head and Ten just smiled at your puzzled demeanor.

"But your hair?"

"Well, I dyed it, obviously."

You nodded absentmindedly.

"How do you even know my name?" You laughed, too confused to ask anything else.

"I've had an eye on you for a while now, (Y/N) you've just never noticed. I've watched you struggle to get the perfect high note in music class, I've seen how much you try to understand in math. I know how hard you work, (Y/N) and I know how much you care about your friends, otherwise you wouldn't have shown up tonight. And all of those little things about you made me want to get to know you even more. So if it's okay with you, I'd like to take you out on a real date."

It didn't take long before you accepted.

"Of course I'll go on a date with you. I mean I've had a crush on you for a while so."

You stared at the ground, nervousness spreading through you.

"How about now? I'm sure the local diner's still open."

"Sure, let's go."

You walked all the way to the Parkway Diner, still holding hands. It must have been already midnight when you got there but it was indeed still open. You sat down in a booth and noticed that you were the only ones there. Therefore, the waitress was at your table in no time.

"I'll have the strawberry milkshake please."

"Can I get the deluxe burger with curly fries?"

Your eyes widened, you didn't think he'd be that hungry at this time of day. Especially given how thin he was, you would have expected him to be on a diet or something. His eyes found yours.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, but are you always this hungry at night?"

"Yep, I need my strength which is why I eat a lot. I burn the calories by dancing, so it's alright."

You nodded. Your food arrived shortly, the cooks working faster than usual since there was not a soul in the place aside from you two.

"So how did you get into dancing?"

He finished his bite, pondering the question for a bit.

"I've been dancing ever since I can remember and it's always been the thing that made me stand out, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. I'd love to see you dance though, I've only heard about how good you are."

"You should drop by the studio sometime after school, then."

You blushed, accepting his offer. The rest of the night went smoothly, you talked and got to know each other. And you liked what you saw so far.

He was walking you home, making small talk on the way.

"So how did you like the oh-so-famous masquerade ball?" He suppressed a laugh.

"I think it's overrated. It wasn't worth raving about, in my opinion."

"I agree, but I did get to see you in a dress so I'd say that's a pretty big win." He grinned and you hit his arm playfully.

Sooner rather than later, you were at your doorstep. You stood on the porch, the porchlight dimly illuminating your features.

"Thanks for walking me home, I had fun tonight."

You managed to say despite being a bundle of nerves right now. You didn't know if he was going to make a move and you wanted nothing more.

"Me too. I'll see you soon, (Y/N)."

He kissed your forehead gently before starting to walk away. You pouted and called after him.

"Ten, wait!"

You ran his way, stopping only when you were face to face. You transferred your weight to your toes, leaning up to peck him on the lips. Just when you were going to head back, he grabbed your arm and turned you around. He placed his hand on your neck as he brought you into another kiss. Your lips moved in sync with each other and you smiled. You broke away when you were both out of breath. With one last peck, he was off. You waved and headed inside.

You didn't have high expectations of the annual masquerade ball, you had pretty much expected to be the complete opposite of what was promised. Yet, you had met a mystery man who had turned out to be your crush. It was almost too good to be true, but it was very real. Perhaps the stars had aligned for you two that night.  

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[depthisforever]

Nothing Can Go Wrong (A Legally Blonde AU) 5

Description:  Phil gets his heart broken by his boyfriend.  In an effort to get him back, Phil gets into Harvard Law but on the way, he meets an interesting third-year law student.

Rating: T 

Some bad words in this one. So be warned (I think it still marks a T rating though)

Remember to start from the beginning by clicking here –> Masterpost

Phil walked quickly across quad towards the benches so that he could meet Ethan.  He could not believe that someone that he didn’t even know could be so utterly rude to him.  Cursing Charles under his breath, he did not notice that he was being overheard.  

“Er...sorry to interrupt your...little rant there but are you alright?”  A polite-sounding voice from the bench off to Phil’s left questioned.

Phil sighed heavily without turning around.  “Yeah,” he sulked. “Do they just put you on the spot like that like all of the time?” He huffed suddenly.

“The professors? Oh, dear. Yeah, they tend to do that.  Socratic method.”  The voice answered apologetically.  Phil was reminded vaguely of Winnie the Pooh.

“So if you don’t know the answer, they’re just gonna kick you out?” Phil scoffed.

“Ah,  so you have Stromwell.”

“Yes!” Phil exclaimed, finally turning around.  He came face to face with a gorgeous man with brown hair and dark eyes.  “Did she do that to you too?”

“No.” The brown-eyed stranger replied.”But she did make me cry once”

“Not in class, I waited until I got back to my room,” the man added quickly. “But yeah, she’ll really kick you when you’re down. She’s tough, really tough.”

“Great.” Phil sighed sarcastically and turned back around.

“Don’t worry though: It gets better. Who else do you have?”  Phil reasoned that the stranger genuinely seemed to want to cheer him up so he turned back around.

“I have Callahan, Rosenberg and Levinthal.” Phil replied dully, fearing more bad news.

The stranger looked thoughtful for a second and then advised: “Speak up in Callahan’s class; he likes people who are opinionated.” 

Phil nodded and said “Ok,” hoping the stranger would continue giving him advice so that he could make better first impressions in his other classes.

“Try and get a seat in the back in Rosenberg’s class - he tends to spit when he talks.”  The stranger pulled a disgusted face and Phil smiled.  “And for Levinthal, make sure you read the footnotes!  That’s where he gets most of his exam from.”

“Right” Phil said with a small smile.  He was feeling a touch better as he was armed with this new information about his classes.  The stranger smiled back and Phil noted that a dimple appeared on his left cheek. It was rather cute.

 “Wow, I’m really glad I met you!” said Phil happily. “Are you a third-year?” 

“Well, I’m a...” the stranger started to reply when the two were interrupted.

“Hey, Phil.”

They looked up and saw Ethan in front of the benches.

Phil’s face brightened “Hi!” Phil returned to the stranger. “Thanks for all your help,” he said with finality.

The stranger’s smile (and dimple) had disappeared and his mouth was set in a straight line.  “Good luck!” He replied.

Phil got up off the bench and stood in front of Ethan.

“Hi Ethan!”

“Hi...” Ethan started awkwardly. “So...” He chuckled, clearly uncomfortable. “How was your first class?”

“Oh, it was good.” Phil lied. “Well, except for this horribly preppy guy that tried to make me look bad in front of the professor.”  Phil pouted but quickly smiled. “But no biggie, you’re here now.  How was your summer?” 

“Good, it was good.” He said in a would-be casual tone.

“Did you do anything exciting?” 

Phil was determined to keep the conversation light and happy.  He was supposed to be a serious law student.  He was going to prove to Ethan that he deserved Ethan’s love.

That was until a hand with a shiny platinum band rested on Ethan’ shoulder.  Phil looked up and was horrified to see the rude man from his first class!

“He-ey.” Ethan greeted Charles.  Charles did not look pleased in the slightest.  Ethan turned to Phil, “Have you met Charlie, um I mean, Charles?”

The man looked down his nose at Phil.  “Oh, hi. Charles Kensington.”  He said in an offhand way; his attention still very much on Ethan.

Phil felt like he could not believe what his eyes were seeing. “Do you...know him?” He addressed Ethan.

“He’s...”Ethan started.

“His fiance.”  Charles finished, once again making sure the platinum engagement band was gleaming in the sunlight.  Phil’s heart dropped all the way down to the pit of his stomach; he felt ill.

“I’m sorry - I think I just hallucinated.” Phil gave his head a shake as if trying to physically clear the rushing of thoughts that seemed intent on making itself known.

“Well, he was my boyfriend in prep school.” Ethan explained. “And we got back together this summer when his family was invited to my grandmother’s birthday party.” 

“Ethan’s told me all about you.” He said snidely. “You’re famous at our club.”

Ethan’s smile had taken on a fake, plastic quality; his eyes betrayed him showing that he desperately wished to be anywhere else than having this conversation.

“But he didn’t tell me you’d be here.” Charles finished with an attitude.

“Pooh Bear,” Ethan said pointedly. “I didn’t know he would be here.”

The sound of the old nickname sent Phil careening into the dark place that he had been all summer after Ethan had first broken up with him.  Phil knew he had to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Excuse me,” Phil said politely, desperately trying to maintain composure as he willed himself not to bolt into a run.

Only one place could fix this; he just needed to find one.

Phil was failing miserably to hold back tears as he pushed open the door of the shop.  The little bell tinkled happily.  Phil hated it. His purple blazer was draped over his arm; it was Gucci and it was probably wrinkling but he didn’t care.

He deposited his blazer and briefcase into an empty chair and sat at the first available seat.  He put his hands up on the table where a man, a little older than him with chestnut hair, was reading a magazine and eating a donut.  Even with tear-stained cheeks, Phil tried to act like he wasn’t in the throes of a complete  breakdown. 

“Are you free?” Phil sniffled, in a higher than normal tone. “It’s an emergency.” 

The man looked pityingly at him and remarked “Bad day?”

“You can’t even imagine.” Phil replied, tears still silently running down his cheeks. 

The man put his donut down.  “Spill.” 

All of the emotions that Phil had been suppressing all day suddenly burst forth with a whimper. His manicurist, Chris was the name on the name tag, listened as he began to work on Phil’s nails.

“I worked so hard to get into law school,” Phil sobbed, completely abandoning any and all propriety. “I blew off Greek Week to study for the LSATs.  I spent all my time directing my admissions video instead of filming videos for my YouTube channel.  All to get my boyfriend Ethan back and now he’s engaged to this horrible guy Charles so it was all for nothing, and I just wish...”Phil was speaking so quickly he needed to gulp to take in some air. “I just wish I had never come to Harvard.” Phil sobbed harder, unraveling completely.

Chris clucked his tongue and shook his head. “After you went through all that trouble...” He said softly.

“He’s engaged!” Phil nearly shouted. “Charles got the grandmother’s ring that I should have gotten!”

Chris looked down and shook his head more, empathizing with the broken man sitting in front of him.

Phil took a few seconds to breathe. “What am I supposed to do?” he said in a small and brittle voice.

Chris looked at Phil sadly. “You’re asking the wrong guy.  I’m with my guy eight years and then one day, its ‘I’ve met someone. Move out!”

Phil stared wide-eyed at Chris. “Oh, no. That’s awful.” He said.

“Travis kept the trailer and my precious baby, Becca.” He showed Phil a picture of an adorable bulldog.  “I didn’t even get to throw her a birthday party.”

“No!” Phil was appalled. He had always been a big lover of animals.  He frequently made silly animal noises in his Youtube videos to entertain his viewers and although Lion wasn’t actually a real pet, he did feel very much real to Phil.

“What can I do?” Chris said sadly.  “He followed his pecker to greener pastures and I’m high school dropout that in no way conforms to gay standards of beauty.”

“That’s terrible.” Phil concluded miserably.

Chris sighed and changed the subject. “So what’s Charles got that you don’t? Two cocks?

“He’s from Connecticut. He belongs to Ethan’s stupid country club.”  Phil replied.

“Is he as pretty as you?” 

Phil half smiled before seriously considering. “He could do with a new hairstyle and a serious  makeover but he’s not completely unfortunate-looking.”

The shop bell tinkled alerting the entry of someone new. A gorgeous postal delivery man with curly brown hair and a thin frame came into view.  His green eyes sparkled as he handed the post to the receptionist. He nodded to Chris in greeting. Chris’s hands shook and he upended the bottle of lotion he was going to use on Phil’s hands.  The viscous mixture poured steadily out of the bottle but Chris could not remove his eyes from the postal worker.  Phil quietly set the bottle upright. Chris gave the postal man a tight smile as he walked out. Chris exhaled the breath he had apparently been holding.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! He can’t just look at me like that...with his face...and his eyes!” Chris exlaimed.

“It’s okay,” Phil said helping Chris clean up the offending lotion from two-thirds of the work station.

“Are you sure this Ethan guy’s the one?” Chris uttered lowly as he concentrated on continuing to mop up the mess with a rag.

“Definitely.” Phil said quickly. “I love him!”

“If a guy like you can’t hold onto a man then there sure as hell isn’t any hope for the rest of us. Well then, what’re you waiting for? Steal the bastard back!”

Phil smiled brightly as he felt a sharp stab of inspiration.

As soon as he returned to his dorm, Phil immediately began mapping out and scripting a Youtube video.  He hadn’t done a proper video since the breakup.  He fished Lion out of a bedside table.

“I’m so sorry, Lion.” He murmured as if the small toy lion was sentient. “It wasn’t you. I just...couldn’t.” He finished lamely.”But I’m back now!”

He looked over the script.  His video titled “5 Things I Learned at my First Day at Harvard.”  It seemed catchy; people would want to learn something interesting from him, right? He read over his loosely constructed script:

1. Get to know your campus’s vibe prior to coming

2. Make sure you triple check that you’ve done all the assignments before your first class

His eyes paused on number three.

3. Try to find an older student to give you advice about your professors.  A friendly face can do wonders!

He smiled.  Phil did learn a lot on his first day and he was determined to best Charles and show Ethan the Phil was the man of his dreams. He buckled down to film because he needed time to edit and time to make up Stromwell’s assignments.

Next chapter

A/N:  Yes, Chris Kendall is Paulette in this here AU.  I miss him.  I kind of imagined him using the Becca the Crazy Fangirl voice while I was writing this part and it makes it ten times better. Here’s the link in case anyone wants to view it. It is comedy gold: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14Ow2MG8N1s 

[mrsjugheadjonesthethird]

One of a Kind (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can I request a Jughead x plus size reader where the reader has a really loud a unique laugh and even though she can be quite sarcastic like Jughead she can also be his exact and she basically is the only person that can make him smile and laugh a lot ? Maybe throw in him letting her wear his beanie and just a really cute relationship ? Thank you so much.

A/N: Here’s a happier one! I actually felt a lot better after writing this and laughed a lot during this. I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

Masterlist

One of a Kind (Jughead x Reader)

Jughead Jones III was not exactly a sad person but it took a lot to make him smile or even laugh. The closest thing most got was a small chuckle or his famous half smirk. Some even believed he wasn’t capable of such joy.

The truth was he simply lost that joy when Jellybean and his mother left. Leaving him with his father who was almost always drunk.

It all changed when Riverdale High got it’s newest student.

You groan when you glance at your schedule. You had opted out when they offered to have a student show you around and now you were kind of regretting it. You figured that it would at least be built like your last school but no. Riverdale High looked as if it hasn’t gotten a makeover since it was built.

“I’m guessing you’re lost?” You turn to see a very well dressed guy grinning at you.

“And I’m guessing you’re gay?” Mentally cringing at how harsh that sounds, you went to apologize only to have the boy laugh.

“I like you! I’m Kevin Keller, Riverdale’s only out gay.” He chuckles as you roll your eyes.

“Names (Y/n). Riverdale’s New Student. Who clearly should have taken the tour.” You sigh at the paper in your hand.

“I gotcha girl.” the boy, Kevin, links his arm with yours and snatches the paper out of your hand. “Good, you have next class with me.” and with that, he drags you down the hall.

Kevin invites you to lunch with him and his friends.

“Listen, Kevin. I’m not much a people person.” You groan as he shakes his head.

“Just for today! Please. You’ll love them.” He pouts at you.

“Only if you buy me lunch.” You point at him.

“Deal!” He instantly pulls you to the lunch line.

After grabbing your food, he escorts you to a table outside.

You could feel eyes follow you as Kevin drags you to his friends.

“Guys! This is (Y/n).” He pulls you to sit next to him as his friends introduce themselves.

“Hi! I’m Betty Cooper.” The blonde grins at you as you give her a two finger salute.

Your eyes land on the girl next to her who gives you a half smirk. “Veronica Lodge. Thank god you’re here. Everyone was still calling me ‘New Girl’ even though I’ve been here for months.”

“Glad to be at your service.” You wink at her, making her giggle.

“Archie Andrews.” The ginger spoke up with a small wave.

“Is your hair really that color?” You ask as you glance at the red hair.

“Yeah?”

“There’s no way.” The girls giggle at your words.

You see a hand reach for one of your fries out of the corner of your eyes.

“I wouldn’t touch those, Beanie Boy.” You turn and face the boy sitting in front of you.

He raises an eyebrow at you. His greenish-blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“We aren’t dating, Sweetheart. Don’t touch the fries.” Your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Plus I don’t even know your name. What kind of boy touches another girl’s food and doesn’t even introduce himself?”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “Well, Sweetheart.” His voice laced with amusement and sarcasm. “The Name’s Jughead Jones the Third. Now pass over the fries.” He gestures to the basket that you removed from his sight.

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Jughead Jones the Third.” You repeat. “Like I said, We aren’t dating. You don’t touch the fries.”

He gives you a grin and retracts his hand. “I like you. You can stay.” He nods and goes back to his laptop.

“Thanks for your approval, your royal highness.” You mumble making him laugh again.

Everyone was shocked at how well you and jug fit together.

From the moment you first opened your mouth, He had the biggest smile on his face while his eyes would glisten with happiness. People would turn and see you two laughing at each other while the other made a stupid joke. You were one of a kind. 

The group however were more shocked when they found out that you two started to hangout alone outside of school.

Kevin was the one who found you and Jug sitting at Pop’s. Jug’s laptop nowhere to be found and both of you were throwing fries at the each other while laughing.

The biggest shock happened a month after you moved into town.

The group was talking in the hall when you came running towards them. A familiar gray beanie crowned on your head and a big grin on your face.

“Hide Me!!!” You squealed and you got to Archie and the girls.

“(Y/N)!” Jug’s voice echoed down the hall.

You just giggled as you hid behind Kevin and Archie. “Don’t tell him I’m here!” You whisper, trying to keep quiet.

Jug makes his way down the hall towards you guys. His eyes wandering around looking for you.

He laughs when he spots Archie and Kevin standing shoulder to shoulder. His beanie poking over their shoulder.

“Hey Arch. Have you seen a midget with a gray beanie on?” He asks the ginger with a grin on his face.

Archie shakes his head. “Nope.”

The girls watch the scene play out with soft smiles on their face.

“You sure? She’s wearing this ugly sweater-” He tries to keep a straight face.

“Hey! My Sweater isn’t ugly!” You yell as you shove Archie out the way.

Jug laughs and grabs you by the waist, making you squeal again and hold the beanie in place.

“Give me my hat back.” He wraps one arm around your waist and goes to grab the hat.

“Noooooo! You said I could wear it!” You keep moving your head so he doesn’t touch it.

“I said you could wear it for 5 minutes. That doesn’t mean snatch it off my head and run.” His body is shaking with laughter as you pout at him.

“But-”

“No Buts!” He reaches for it and you break away from him.

“Too Slow, Jugster! I guess I’ll just wear it for the rest of the day!” You yell as you run down the halls when the bell rings.

“Asshole!” Jug yells after you.

“Love you too JuggleBug!” You blow him a kiss.

He rolls his eyes and walks away as Veronica turns to Betty.

“Did I just see that?” She whispers.

The rest of the group nods in shock.

You and Jug started dating your second month in Riverdale.

You two decided not to announce it but simply act like you always do.

Of course that lasted 3 hours when Jug wanted one of your fries at lunch.

You couldn’t use the same argument as when you first met him even though you tried.

“Nope! Don’t think so Jugglebug.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend trying to snatch one of your fries.

“Why not? You’re wearing my shirt. Give me a fry!” He pouts.

“Aw Princess wants a fry?” You grin up at him, seeing your friends shocked faces as their eyes see that you were in fact wearing one of Jug’s shirts. The giant S was an obvious give away.

“Come on If anyone here is the princess, it’s you.” He grins at your blanked face.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” You throw the fry at him.

He catches it and eats it. “Exactly what i said, Princess.” He reaches over and takes another one.

You blink at him as he smiles at you.

“We’re dating now. I can eat all the fries I want.”

“Is that the only reason you asked me out?” you ask sarcastically.

“Yep.” He winks at you, making you laugh.

“What is going on?!” V asks as you two continue to bicker. 

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[peakyxshelby]

Is that you?

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Request: Prompt 35 with Arthur pleaseeeee x

Author’s note: First Arthur one!! Sorry for the rubbishy ending :(

“Do you recognise that girl over there?” Arthur slapped John across the arm, trying to get his attention whilst pointing over to you. You were standing at the other side of the shop with your back to the men as you were flicking through some newspapers, as the waited for Tommy to collect the protection payment from the shop keeper.

“Nah but she is a looker ain’t she.” John stepped towards you confidently picking up another newspaper. You look up at the young man who just stood next to you, he peered over the paper at you before dropping it to its side. “No bloody way! (Y/N)!” You stared at the man taking a second, you didn’t know how you recognised him.”

“John bloody Shelby is that you?” He picked you up in a big hug spinning you around. “Look how much you’ve grown, into a handsome young man if i do say so.” This made John chuckle as he jokingly posed and slicked his hair back. Arthur couldn’t believe it, you were standing right in front of him after ten years. Every emotion he felt for you then was suppressed and pushed deep down, but he feared of he spoke to you they would all come rushing back. You turned round and saw him. After all these years his face had worn, he looked like he’d been through a lot, but there was still light in his eyes. “Arthur…” You went to step forward t go hug him, feel him after all these years. But that didn’t happen. Arthur walked backwards pushing the door of the shop open with his heel before pulling his cap on and walking down the street. He didn’t turn round, not once even when John called his name from the door.

“He never did take you disappearing very well.” You knew Arthur would react to seeing you again, you hadn’t pictured him walking away when you planned out this moment in your head.

“I needed to leave, he knew that.” You left Small Heath a year after the war began. After helping out a bit with John’s kids and the betting shop, you received the news that your brother had been killed in action. You decided that you needed a career change, away from the danger that followed the peaky blinders wherever they went. You couldn’t lose them the same way you lost your brother. You couldn’t watch Arthur come home to you bloody and bruised every other night. When you left you told Polly that Arthur knew your decision, but his heart broke the day he got home and stepped on to that platform with you nowhere to be seen. You loved Arthur, you had loved him since you were 18 and he was 21, even after ten years you knew you still loved him.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is that really you??” Tommy looked at you in awe as he came through the back door of the shop.

John and Tommy had taken you to the Garrison for a drink and catch up, you secretly hoped Arthur would be there but when you entered there were only Harry and a few locals that hadn’t changed over the years. Harry was staring at you over the bar knowing he recognised you but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “Ginn and orange please, Could you put it on the Shelby tray.” You smiled at the kind man who had aged a lot since last time you saw him.

“My goodness, I didn’t even recognise you there.” He said finally realising who you were and grabbing your hands in his.

“She’s had a makeover i see,” You say walking into the private room and sitting down whilst staring around at the new decor.

“Well she was burnt to the ground, and now Arthur runs the joint. You like it?” You almost choked on your drink at the mention of Arthur’s name. “I do indeed.”

“So,” John started, “What are you doing back here, why did you leave London.” You sighed to yourself thinking back to your time there.

“Well, I got myself in a bit of bother down there, met a man called Alfie Solomons and let’s just say I didn’t leave him very happy. He’s just another gangster the exact reason i left here in the first place.” The boys looked at each other knowingly as you continued on speaking. “Anyway i have my degree in accounting now, I’m sure i can find work anywhere not many people have a degree to there names nowadays, thought I’d come see my parents get back to where i came from.”

“You’re here for good then?” John asked. “Well looks like you’re going to have to start building some sort of bridges with Arthur.” You looked down at the liquid in your cup swirling it around thinking about him.

“He bloody hates me.”  

“That he does,” Tommy laughed, “But he won’t for long, he never could stay mad at you could he. Plus, you didn’t really handle things that well, the only thing that kept him going through that war was you and then when he got back his one piece of hope was gone.” A tear started streaming down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away hoping the brothers wouldn’t notice.

“He’s happy though?”

“Yeah I guess, there were a few rough patches. But he found god, has a wife, Linda.” Your heart broke inside your chest. There was still a tiny part of you holding on to the thought of you two ending up together.

“Good, I’m glad.”

John had offered to walk you home, you laughed at his gesture because you weren’t exactly a young girl anymore at 30 years old. You asked him to go down by Charlies Yard to see the Docs and have a look at the water. You used to love coming down here and clearing your head by just looking at the water. When you got down you saw someone leaning against one of the horse sheds, It was Arthur.

“I’ll give you two a minute,” John said before hugging you one last time. You took this as an act of reassurance, you felt forgiven by John and Tommy. You walked up beside him staring at the water, neither of you looked at each other, you just kept staring. The moon reflected beautifully of the water, just like it did on the first night you came here with him.

“Do you remember when we both came down here one night and has our first kiss. Feels like a lifetime ago.” Nothing. He said nothing still staring out at the water. You walked round past him and took a seat on the pile of hay balanced up against the shed.

“I was gonna ask you to marry me here.” You froze, stunned. He pulled out a ring from his pocket. You looked up at his face and saw him sobbing quietly as he walked forward and dropped it in the water. You dropped your head down ashamed. You knew you heard him but there was nothing you could do about it now it was too late.

“I’m sorry.” You got up walking over to him slowly before resting your hand on his arm trying to get him to look at you. He shook you off harshly and continued staring at where he had just dropped the ring. “I loved you Arthur i really did, i have no right to tell you that anymore. I don’t have a right to anything anymore. I don’t expect you to forgive me but, I’m here to explain whenever you’re ready to talk.” You waited a couple more minutes but he just kept staring down at the water. You wiped away a couple tears and turned around walking off.

“You can’t come back expecting everything to be the same. Nothing’s the same. You broke me (Y/N) and i can’t forgive you for that.” You spun around to finally see him facing you. Staring into your eyes a look you had never seen before.

“Why are you looking at me like that..?”

“Because I fucking love you (Y/N). I always have, always will.” He pulled you into a hug. There was nothing quite like it. You felt warm and safe. You felt like you were home. He pulled back looking at you slowly before letting you go.

“You were perfect, we were perfect. And then you left without a goodbye.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be around it all anymore, not with my brother gone. I couldn’t see you get hurt like he did I couldn’t lose you like that and i know that's selfish but I've changed, i can be better. I love you Arthur.”

He started kicking the dirt beneath his feat and scratching the back of his neck.

“I love my wife, my life i have here. I’m sorry but you left me she stuck by me.” You smiled at this and leaned up to place a light kiss on his cheek.

“All i want more than anything is for you to be happy Arthur, with or without me. I'll see you around.” And with that, you walked off. Hoping that the love of your life would realise you were the only thing that could really make him happy.