#oops! started cute but then in very ran fashion it turned into 'would love to see you squirm'. sorry. sorry. so

[laplacemail]

"...stop that." Emil didn't notice he was purring until it was too late and now he's embarrassed.

"Oh? But I was not really doing anything." An obvious lie, and Rannulfr makes no real effort to hide it. The grin plastered on his face is noticeable, annoyingly so. But he lifts his hand from golden locks, stops rubbing the tip of his fingers against the scalp as if he is just the pinnacle of innocence. It is a soft and rare moment allowed between both of them; one that neither Emil nor Ran would ever fully admit that exists. That it has any necessity for existing, despite the obvious sparks that exist. The natural development into a raging fire that will consume them both in the end.

To that, he simply laughs. Laughter that bubbles from the back of one's throat, that almost palpable desperation. He allows Emil his space, despite his terribly selfish brain wanting to do otherwise. That very primal instinct to see his comrade embarrass himself more and more. Until he has no choice to give in to something they both know is there. That dangerous grin still waltzing between them.

"But I will stop. Not like it would be heard by anyone but me... or are you implying that you refuse to share this vulnerability? It will not be the last - or worst - thing that I have seen of you, Emil. You know that well."

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

I would love to see Harry jealous because his wife give a man ( Kindergarten teacher ) a compliment that he deals really well with Stevie.

this got kind of long oops, hope you like it :)

it's kind of cute

warnings: none

word count: 2k

“Time to go, Stevie!” You called, adjusting your coat in the mirror by the door. “Come get your shoes!”

You heard her feet pattering on the hall floor before Harry yelled, jumping out at her and scooping her up. She screamed in delight, laughing as he hoisted her onto his shoulders.

“Look at me!” She yelled, holding her arms out to her sides. “I’m so tall!”

“You are,” you laughed. “Is my tall girl ready to go?”

“I think our tall girl needs some shoes first,” Harry said, lifting her down. “The pink ones or the yellow ones?”

She thought intently before picking up the yellow shoes. She beamed when she got them on the right feet on the first try.

“Good job!” Harry said, reaching down to high-five her. Shoes were a tricky thing to learn. There had been a lot of struggling, but she was finally getting the hang of it.

She smiled, jumping up from the floor. Harry held her coat, helping her slip her arms into the sleeves.

“Let’s go! Come on, mom,” She said, bouncing on her feet. “Go faster!”

“Yeah, mum, hurry up,” Harry said jokingly. You shot him a look, opening the door so Stevie could run to the car.

Harry put his arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the car.

“She’s getting so big,” he commented. “Why can’t she just stay our little baby?”

“Very unfortunate,” you sighed. You made sure Stevie was settled before getting in and buckling your own seatbelt. Harry got in the driver’s seat, starting the car.

“I’m in the mood for some Moana,” he said, handing you his phone before he pulled out of the driveway. “What do you think, Stevie?”

“Moana!” She yelled, eyes lighting up.

You shared a smile with Harry as she began belting out the lyrics.

“I wonder where she got her singing voice?”

“No idea,” he laughed.

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He pulled into the school parking lot, stopping the music to grandly announce, “We’re here!”

Stevie gasped in excitement, already fidgeting with her seatbelt. Harry opened her door for her, holding her hand so she could jump down. You took her other hand, swinging her arms between you as you walked toward the school.

“Alright, Stevie, where are we going?” You asked, even though you knew where her classroom was.

“Yeah, we don’t know where it is, you have to help us!” Harry said excitedly. “Lead the way, princess!”

Stevie let go of your hands as she marched down the hall.

“Look at her, so grown up,” he said sadly, taking your now empty hand in his.

“I know, she’s practically an adult. Oh, she’s going to be in middle school soon, and then high school, and then college, and then she’ll be gone,” you said, getting emotional already.

“Wait, wait, we can’t get ahead of ourselves yet, this is a kindergarten parent-teacher conference, we have a few years.”

“Right, you’re right,” you smiled.

“Here it is!” Stevie announced, pointing at the door, which was decorated to look like a box of crayons.

“Oh, how cute!” You said, noting that each crayon was labeled with a student’s name. “Stevie, you’re the yellow one! It matches your shoes!”

“I know!” She said excitedly. “That’s why I wore them!”

“Very smart, Stevie. Very fashionable,” Harry said, ruffling her hair.

He opened the door, allowed both of you to walk in ahead of him.

“Hello! Hi Stevie, it’s good to see you!” Her teacher said, waving you over to his desk.

“Hi Mr. Jeffery!” She said, running over to him. “Is it here?”

“Of course it is! It’s right over there on the drying rack, if you want to show your mom and dad,” he said, pointing across the room.

She ran in the direction he pointed. When she came back, she was carrying a painting of a butterfly.

“Did you make that?” Harry asked, crouching down to inspect her artwork. “Wow, this is amazing, love! We’ll put this on the fridge so everyone can see it,” he promised, smiling.

“Yes, Stevie loves our art projects, don’t you?” Mr. Jeffery asked, smiling when she nodded enthusiastically.

“I have to talk to your mom and dad for a few minutes, Stevie. What would you like to do while we talk?”

“Color!” She said, shoving the butterfly painting into Harry’s arms.

“Alright, do you remember where the crayons are?”

“Yes I do!” She ran over to the art section, busying herself immediately.

“Yes, she’s very into art,” You said, smiling as you and Harry settled into the chairs behind Mr. Jeffery’s desk.

“I’ve noticed! She’s taken a particular interest in painting. Does she do a lot of that at home?”

“Oh, yes,” Harry laughed. “Y/N isn’t so happy with that, though, she’s ruined quite a few shirts.”

“We try to steer her towards more... dry activities,” you said, smiling.

“Well, that’s understandable,” Mr. Jeffery laughed, clicking around on his computer. “So, today I just want to talk about her progress. As you probably know, she does extremely well in several areas. She can do some sight reading, which is not something we see very often at this age. She is also doing very well with her numbers, colors, and shapes.”

Harry beamed as Mr. Jeffery laid out how well Stevie was doing. Of course, he already knew she was the most amazing child in the world, but it was nice to have outside validation.

“That’s great, we tried to expose her to as much reading as we could, we really wanted her to be prepared,” you said.

“You did an excellent job,” he smiled, looking at you.

Harry didn’t like this, even though he knew it was this man’s job to reassure and praise parents. He just didn’t like the way he looked at you. He was smiling a little too much.

“Yes, we did,” Harry said, leaning a little closer to you. He looked at the teacher with a face that was just a little less than friendly.

Mr. Jeffery cleared his throat, turning back to his computer.

“As for her social skills, she is also doing very well there. Aside from the normal kindergarten spats, she has no issues getting along with the other children. She communicates very well with the other teachers and myself. We really don’t have any problems,” he smiled again, this time making sure not to look at you for too long.

“Looks like we did a good job,” you beamed, nudging Harry. His intimidating face dropped and he smiled as he took your hand.

“Look at us go,” he said, looking across the room to where Stevie was still coloring.

“You’re very good with her,” you said, following his gaze. “I know she can be a handful sometimes,” you laughed, turning slightly to Mr. Jeffery.

Harry’s jaw tightened when he saw your face. He knew you were smiling from looking at Stevie, but he still didn’t like how happy Mr. Jeffery looked. He squeezed your hand a little tighter, causing you to shoot him a confused look. He kept his eyes fixed on Stevie, willing himself to stay calm. Y/N hasn’t done anything wrong, he reminded himself.

“No, she’s usually very well behaved,” he said, flipping through his notes. “Again, we’ve had very few problems.”

“I’m glad to hear,” you said, running your other hand up and down Harry’s forearm.

“Well, that’s all I have for you today, unless you have any other questions?” He asked, looking you and Harry. You looked at him, both shaking your heads at the same time.

“I think we’re good,” you said, turning back to him with a smile.

“Alright, well it was good to see you today,” Mr. Jeffery said, standing to shake hands with you. Harry watched intently, not blinking until the man pulled away from you. When he reached for him, Harry made sure to squeeze a little tighter than necessary. Not too hard. Just enough to make him nervous.

“If you have any more questions, please feel free to contact me,” he said, smiling tightly.

“Yes, we’ll do that,” Harry said, not breaking eye contact. Finally, Mr. Jeffery stepped away to get Stevie. Harry moved his arm to rest over your shoulders again, smiling at Stevie when she skipped over.

“Did you make us a pretty drawing?” He asked, removing his arm to bend down. “Absolutely gorgeous,” he beamed. “Another one for the fridge, I think!”

Stevie giggled, taking your hand as she turned to wave at her teacher.

“Bye Mr. Jeffery! See you later,” she said, completely unaware of how tense Harry was behind her.

Harry placed his hand on your back, shepherding you both out of the room. Once the door was closed, you stepped away to look at him.

“Are you alright?” You asked, concerned at how tight his face was. “You’re not acting like yourself.”

Harry shook his head, flicking his eyes towards Stevie, trying to communicate not now.

You frowned, but silently agreed, taking his hand as you walked down the hall.

Harry was quiet the entire ride home. He didn’t sing along to the Disney music, even when Stevie yelled out “everybody!” before the big chorus. This was concerning. He usually sang even when Stevie didn’t want him to, and he could normally never resist her cheering him on. Something was definitely wrong, but you could tell he didn’t want to talk about it right now.

It couldn’t be that bad, though, because he was still holding your hand like he had been since you left Mr. Jeffery’s room. He had only let go of you when you had to get in the car.

Once you got home, Stevie ran off to her room, yelling something about “a tea party with Mr. Snuffles!”

“Harry?” You asked gently, approaching your husband. His back was facing you and his hands were braced against the counter. “Harry, really, what happened? Did I do something?”

“No,” he turned around quickly. “No, I’m sorry,” he said, reaching for you. You wrapped your arms around him, listening to his deep breathing as he held you.

“Ok, then what’s the problem? You looked so mad when we were talking to Mr. Jeffery,” you said. “What?” You asked again when felt him tense up at your words.

“Nothing, it’s just- it’s stupid,” he said, shaking his head.

“Harry, nothing that upsets you this much is stupid.”

“It’s just- ugh,” he groaned, dropping his head to rest in the crook of your neck. “I just hated how he looked at you.”

“You- what?” You said, pulling back. He looked at you, embarrassed.

“I told you it’s stupid,” he said, blushing. “I just didn’t like how you were talking to him, saying how good he was with Stevie, and how happy he looked. I don’t know, it’s dumb,” he mumbled, looking at the floor.

“Hey, come on,” you said, taking his hands in yours. “I don’t think it’s dumb.”

“No?” He asked, looking at you again.

“No, it’s not,” you said, smiling. “It’s kind of cute.”

“It’s not cute,” he said grumpily. “I feel like a child.”

“You’re not a child,” you promised, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Maybe a little immature, but-“

“You’re so mean!” He exclaimed, laughing. “I’m so nice to you, and you repay me how? By hurting my feelings.”

“I’m sorry,” you smiled, kissing his cheek again.

“I’ll forgive you,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “But only if you give me a kiss.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

[2manyfandoms2count]

I love you (not) - Chapter 8

Somehow, this went over the 2k words mark. No wonder I'm running late on @marichatmay now. Oops? (I guess I just really like writing cooking scenes)

Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 8: In which the kids think about kissing each other a lot, but it's still too early

Chat Noir’s heart was heavy as he made his way towards Marinette’s place.

He knew that his decision to break up with her was the right one; he’d kept up the charade long enough, and he wasn’t comfortable with the fact that she was reaching out for him through Ladybug. They’d undeniably spent some nice moments together, the memory of which he cherished dearly, but he was afraid that Marinette was getting too confident about the strength of their relationship (and the fact that he found himself thinking about her a lot hadn’t been an argument in favour of not playing along a little longer).

His already cloudy mood had further been dampened by the really sucky day he’d had. His father had come up with yet another fashion shoot, which had prevented him from attending the Kitty Section rehearsal he’d been looking forward to all week. Then, Lila had managed to get them paired up for a History project, which he wouldn’t have minded too much had it not been for the fact that she’d bragged all morning about a trip to New York she’d be making the week they were supposed to work on the task, meaning that he’d have to do all the work himself. Finally, to top everything off, an Akuma had interrupted the only free period he had for the rest of the week; it had been nice to see Ladybug, but he wished he’d used the time to collect his thoughts and rehearse what he’d say to Marinette.

He landed on her balcony with a loud thump, and knocked on her skylight.

“Just a minute!” she called out, and he heard her rifle around her room before running up her ladder and opening her skylight.

“Hi,” she beamed, slightly flushed and breathless, as she ushered him in.

He felt his heart clench in his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was better that she seemed in a great mood, but he didn’t have time to ponder on the topic too much; she tugged him down the stairs, and all but pushed him on her chaise, before reverently presenting him with a wrapped package.

“Happy birthday, kitty.” She bit her lip, anxiously waiting for him to open it.

Chat Noir toyed with it. He’d been so busy in the past week that his lie about his birthday had completely slipped his mind. He found himself in a difficult situation. Either he could come clean to her about his intentions, and apologise about everything he’d put her through, or… He could open Marinette’s present. Which, knowing her, would be very thoughtful and amazing. She looked very excited about it.

The temptation was too great.

“You remembered!” He gave her a small smile as his claws gently tore through the tape, and found himself with a neatly folded knitted, black product on his knees. He got up and held it out before him; he had to lift it for it not to drag on the floor, it was so long. She hadn’t just seen something that made her think about him. She must have spent ages working on it. For him .

The bright green paw in the middle, associated with the matching cotton sheet that lined the blanket left little doubt as to that fact.

Marinette’s smile falling and her rambling snapped him out from his silent admiration of the gift. He engulfed her in a hug, holding her close to compensate for his speechlessness.

“It’s purr-fect, Princess,” he croaked, letting go of her and clutching the blanket again. “I mean, look at this stitching; how did you manage to get it so regular? And this yarn…” He purred as he rubbed it against his cheek. “It’s so soft.”

“Well, you deserve something that isn’t scratchy,” Marinette giggled.

“But you didn’t have to go so hard on this! This could almost be… A cape!” He wrapped it around his shoulders, holding its two top corners with one hand, and bowed before her. “Your knight at your service, Princess.” He took her hand and kissed it with a wink, before immediately standing up and wrapping it around him differently, therefore missing Marinette’s tension and flush. “It works as a toga, too!”

“A very historically accurate one at that,” Marinette snorted.

“Hey, you don’t know what my predecessors wore.” He crossed his arms over his chest. The top of his makeshift toga fell over them. Marinette grabbed a couple of safety pins and moved closer to him to secure it back.

“Yes, you’re right. I’m utterly ignorant when it comes to past Miraculous wielders,” she said as she did so. “Mind teaching me about them?” She looked up at him. She was very close, for the second time in the evening, her eyes glinting mischievously in the almost half-light.

His breath hitched as the thought that he’d only have to lean in a tiny bit to kiss her curious smile off her lips crossed his mind.

His stomach rumbled, then, and he jumped back, feeling his cheeks redden. He was about to use it as an excuse to leave when he noticed the colours had drained from Marinette’s face.

“I’m so sorry Chat! I forgot to make you some macarons!” She gasped.

He almost laughed at how cute she was, but smiled tenderly instead, and held her shoulders. “Marinette, you made me a full blanket yourself in one week. I’m good without the macarons.”

“But you don’t have a birthday cake, and you’re hungry, and ugh, how could I forget...” She rubbed her eyes frustratedly.

His stomach manifested itself again, proving her point. With all his interruptions, he wasn’t sure he’d eaten more than an apple since breakfast. He really should be going to right that wrong.

“Okay, that settles it.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her trap door. He quickly stepped out of the blanket and tossed it back on her chaise; it wasn't very practical to walk in. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she started to open it. “My parents are sleeping, I think, so we’ll go down to the bakery kitchen. We’ll need to be quiet, though.”

“Okay,” he whispered back.

They cautiously sneaked down the stairs, stopping at any floorboard creak, hearts racing as they listened for any movement. They remained silent even after Marinette had carefully closed the front door of the apartment behind them, holding each other’s hand tightly, as if the stakes were much higher than Chat being sent home and Marinette to bed if they were discovered.

“It’s a bit late to make macarons, but how do you feel about chouquettes?” Marinette hid a sly grin as she turned the light on in the kitchen. She knew exactly what he thought about them.

“That seems like an excellent option.” Chat’s eyes lit up hungrily.

“Good. Could you turn on the oven? 250°C.” She indicated, while she took out the ingredients.

“Oui, Chef.” He executed. “What next?”

“If you could measure out 250mL of milk, then pour it in this saucepan,” she handed him a carton of milk and a measuring jug, before putting the saucepan on a hob and adding other ingredients to it. He followed her instructions, then, seeing as there was barely any left in the container, chugged the remainder, before sighing contently and throwing the carton over his shoulder, without looking. It landed straight in the dustbin.

Marinette paused in the middle of cutting the butter, baffled.

“What?” Chat asked when she’d stood there, blinking, for a couple of minutes.

“I’m sorry, what was that ?” She shook her head and waved her knife between him and the dustbin.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t ask if it was alright for me to finish it,” he said sheepishly. “I can buy you another-”

“I’m not talking about that, although maybe I should, because how stereotypical that you, a cat superhero, should drink milk,” she waved his apology away, raking the butter into the pan. “I’m talking about your aim. Do you play basketball?”

“Sometimes.” Chat scratched the back of his head. It wasn’t exactly true. He’d just perfected the art of landing baskets from any angle of his room out of boredom; it’d been his biggest challenge for a while.

“Maybe you should try out for a team or something.” She handed him four eggs, a bowl and a whisk. He started breaking them.

“If my schedule clears up, maybe.” He doubted his father would encourage the idea. He’d repeated that Agreste men were soloists enough times that Adrien sometimes heard it in his dreams; and unlike fencing, basketball was a team sport.

“Oh, right. Of course.” Marinette nodded. She hesitated to probe further; on the one hand, she was curious about what her partner was up to outside of their duties; it was difficult to probe how he was holding up, sometimes. On the other hand, she was afraid of learning too much about him. She decided to change the subject. “Could you gradually add the eggs to this while I mix?”

“Of course!” He cleared his throat. “These really aren’t hard to make, could you write the recipe down for me so I can make them again at home?” This was going to make great patrol snacks. He was sure Ladybug would appreciate them.

“Yep, no problem!” She finished stirring the ingredients together and pulled out a baking tray and two piping bags. She poked around for greaseproof paper while Chat filled the latter with the batter, before remembering that her parents had mentioned that they’d ran out over dinner.

“Hmm, this isn’t the most traditional way, but we’ll put some flour on the tray and then pipe the chouquettes directly on it. Would you mind taking care of that while I get the sugar?”

Chat nodded, grabbing the bag. He started sprinkling the surface, reaching in the packet every so often. It made the flour fly out a little, tickling his nose. He scrunched it, trying to get rid of the sensation, but it was no use.

He turned away from the tray and prepared to sneeze, instinctively putting the hand that still contained flour in front of his nose… Just as Marinette came back next to him.

“Achoo!” White powder flew everywhere, and Marinette jumped back.

“Ew, Chat!” She exclaimed, quickly dusting it off of her.

“I’m so sorry!” His eyes widened and he bit his lower lip, trying to contain his smile at her bewildered face. He had to admit, white hair looked nice on Marinette.

How cute , Marinette thought, before mentally slapping herself. No matter how true the statement was, it wasn’t helping at all. She reached for the packet and threw a fistful of flour at him to distract herself.

“Hey!”

“An eye for an eye!” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Is it really, though? I didn’t do it on purr-pose,” he said as his eyes landed on the flour packet.

Marinette started backing away, seeing exactly where he was going. “Now, now, no need to be rash about this, remember, we still have to cook the chou- eek!” She started running around the kitchen island as Chat sprung into a chase.

“Come back here, you little scoundrel!”

“Chat please! Think about your poor stomach!” She switched direction as Chat did the same.

“It can wait.” He grinned, gracefully leaping over the island.

Marinette squeaked again as she jumped out of his way, but found herself stuck between two shelving units. Chat approached her slowly, his devilish smile getting wider as the distance between them vanished. He pulled a fistful of flour out of the bag, and she felt her heart beat faster in her chest. Not just because of the imminent threat.

“I’m sorry Chat, I shouldn’t have done that…” She trailed off, backing herself further against the wall. “But this is going to make a mess, think about the clean up…” She pleaded.

Chat paused, his fist above her head losing a bit of its contents. She blinked slowly. Cat kisses, he thought. His eyes flickered to her lips. He wondered what it’d be like to kiss her, for real. He dared not go down that route.

“You’re right.” He shook his head, and brought his arm down, releasing the flour he’d been holding in the packet. “If I’m going to make a mess…” He paused, taking a small step back, and Marinette sighed in relief. “Better do it right.” He lifted the packet and emptied it all on her head.

“What the-” Marinette spluttered out, starting to get rid of it. She heard Chat laugh as he watched her, without so much as offering his help.

“Say cheese!” She was suddenly blinded by a flashing light, and her head shot up.

“Sorry, had to immortalise the moment.” Chat grinned, showing her the picture on his baton.

She glowered at him, and he moved out of her reach, just in case she decided to retaliate.

“You can’t be mad at me, I’m the birthday boy!”

She rolled her eyes, the hint of a smile forming on her lips as she finished dusting off most of the flour from her clothes and went to fetch the broom. Little did he know, she couldn’t be mad at him at all, since, A, she supposed that she’d been in the wrong in the first place, and B, it was him . Not that she’d admit it out loud, though. “I guess you’re right. You’d better hurry up making the chouquettes, then, else I’m putting you on broom duty.”

Chat happily complied.

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As he left Marinette’s house, a full packet of warm Chouquettes in hand (he’d made his choice between it and the blanket), he had to admit to himself that even though he hadn’t accomplished his goal, it didn’t really matter.

There’d be plenty of other opportunities to talk to her, and he couldn’t say no to the opportunity of having fun; they were too rare an occurrence to pass up on.

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Foreign Touch.

Summery: What happens when you get the mark of your soulmate on your body at the age of 16? Just a mark where they would touch you for the first time. What happens when your name is Y/N Hamilton and your soulmates with Thomas Jefferson? Come and find out.

Warnings: Cursing. Days to Proof-Read this and I didn’t... oops?

Word Count: Around 1,140.

Enjoy!

The Hamilton siblings weren’t related by blood, the two were adopted and taken from their home in Charlestown, the capital of the island of Nevis. The two were born and left at an orphanage. Being the youngest two, Y/N and Alexander were adopted by Rachel and Tom Hamilton. Taken to Washington D.C, they lived in a comfortable house, part of the upper class in society. While Rachael was a cardiothoracic surgeon, Tom was a Lawyer who took a lot of different cases. From Immigration to Family cases.

The two Hamilton children, being the same age and growing up together. They shared the same group of friends. Y/N being the only female in the group.

John Laurens, a freckled, curly haired boy who moved to their neighborhood when his mother died and so him and his father decided to leave behind North Carolina and start fresh.

Hercules Mulligan, a tall, strong high school wrestler and also the son of one of the best fashion designers and fatherless.

Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette.... er, Lafayette as his friends call him. He came to Washington back in Freshman year, coming to live with his uncle George Washington. Who also happened to be the Principle of their High School.

Naturally, the group of five became best friends back in their freshman year. Their group wasn’t like usual high school groups. 

There was a French foreigner, who was a ladies man. A wrestler, who was a total flirt, Curly haired freckles, the best swimmer in the whole school. Alexander, the history nerd and the schools newspaper editor in chief. Then there was Y/N, the only girl in the group. Yet probably the smartest.

Y/N was an overachiever, while being a cheerleader, she was also a top student who had time to tutor those who needed help in classes.

Anyone who looked at the group, they wouldn’t think they were friends, yet they were. With the occasional addition of Aaron Burr, who only joined them when to argue with Alexander about what was being put on the school's paper.

Life was great, that is until they all turned 16 and the mark of the soulmate appeared on their skin. 

It’s been said that from the moment you turn a certain age, a black mark appears on your skin indicating the first time you ever touch your soulmate. You could speak to them, but there will come a time when you two would touch and you’ll know. The spot where your skin is marked will glow before fading.

It's said that when your soulmate passes, a new mark will appear on the person's skin. The last spot where their soulmate touched them.

Alexander and John figured it out quickly, of course it helped that the two liked each other. The fact that they happened to be soulmates, didn’t really shock anyone.

Lafayette had a black hand mark on his forearm, where his soulmate would touch him for the first time. Hercules had his hand mark wrapped around his wrist.

Y/N? Hers happened to be on her waist, two hand marks on each side of her waist. A place where many people could see whenever she wore her cheer outfit.

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So, on one Monday morning, half an hour before the group needed to get to school. They were at the Hamilton residence listening to Alexander complain about this race as Senior President.

 “Y/N can you be serious PLEASE?” Alexander snapped at his sister, narrowing his eyes at the girl who gave the boy a simple smile. “I am running against Thomas Jefferson of ALL people. Can we take this a little more seriously?”

John, Lafayette and Hercules were just lounging around the living room laughing at the two siblings. “What? I think it’s a great slogan for you, Alex!” Y/N said and looked at the poster she made for her brother.

“I don’t run very often… but when I do it’s for President! #Hamilton4President” John read over the girls shoulder, only to start laughing even more. The other boys joining in. Only Alexander stood there with eyes narrowed.

With a huff, the long-haired boy started to gather his things up to put away. “You all are no help.” He mumbled and the group rolled their eyes.

“Come off it, Alex. Thomas Jefferson has been off in Paris for a year, surely no one would vote for him as Senior President.” Y/N stood up and started to help her brother clean up the mess in the living room.

Once it was all cleaned up, y/n stood up and fixed her cheerleader warm up suit. The black leggings with CHEER written down her left leg in a magenta color, a tight white t-shirt and her black and magenta cheer jacket thrown on over it. Her feet supporting white tennis shoes.

Ignoring the boys as they watched her, Y/N simply rolled her eyes at Lafayette and Hercules. “I’m out! I have a cheer meeting to attend before homeroom.” She waved to them and headed out of the house, backpack over her shoulder.

After the short, ten-minute drive to the High School, Y/N parked her car and got out. Messing on her phone as she walked, Y/N bumped into someone and fell onto the floor right on her butt.

“Jesus…” the h/c girl complained and glanced up at who she ran into.

“Maddison, you asshole.” She pouted at the male in front of her before accepting his hand.

Finally, back on her feet, the two glared at one another before laughing. “Sorry, pom-pom. You ok?” he asked, looking guilty.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My ass hurts, but I’ll live.” She grinned and stuck her tongue out at the nickname the man gave her. “That’s cute. You call all the cheerleaders that, or just me?”

“YO JAMES!” A voice boomed down the hallway, causing the two to turn around. Y/N rolling her eyes and James sighing.

As the man came forward, a smirk on his face and a walk with swagger. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest.

“Would you look at the time?” Y/N laughed. “It’s Time-For-Me-To-GO o’clock.” With a wink towards James making the school's football team's Wide receiver laugh, Y/N rushed off down the hallway.

Making it out to the football field, where her fellow cheerleaders were sitting around. Y/N glanced at the time on her phone and listened to their Coach talk about how they needed to train harder and all that. It wasn’t till he felt her phone go off did Y/N glance at who was messaging her. After sending him a quick message, grinning. She went back to listen to her coach and felt her phone vibrate like crazy in her jacket pocket.

‘this… asshole…’ was the only thing going through Y/N's mind as she sent him a quick message before pushing her phone into her pocket again. Feeling her phone give one more buzz, she quickly checked the message before paying attention again.

As soon as they were allowed to leave, Y/N went to her locker and rolled her eyes at Hercules standing there.

“Your brother is annoyed.” The male laughed and Y/N just shrugged her shoulder. Showing that she didn’t care. When wasn’t Alexander annoyed?

“Were you talking with Jefferson?”

At the question, Y/N turned to Hercules and raised an eyebrow. “No. I was talking to James; I ran as soon as Jefferson made his way towards us. Ask James!” she snapped before slamming her locker shut and heading off towards homeroom.

Y/N was starting to really get annoyed with the guys annoying her because of Jefferson. If she wanted to talk with him, she would! Not that Y/N wanted to. She’s her own person, fuck them.

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“All done, baby?” Nikki asked you.

“Yes, it was delicious.” You complimented with your perfect manners. “Thank you for cooking.”

“I’ll get your plate!” Paddy announced, hopping off his chair to collect your plate and put it in the sink.

“What a little gentleman.” You commented. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“So, Y/n, how long will you be in Kingston?” Dom asked politely.

“Well I’m off for the week, so I was planning on spending every minute I could with Tom before our schedules got hectic again.” You answered.

“Really? Why don’t the two of you stay here instead of commuting back and forth? You can spend the holiday with us.” Nikki offered.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose.” You said.

“Nonsense.” Dom smiled. “You’re a part of the family now.”

“They’re not married, daddy.” Paddy said pointedly as he reclaimed his seat next to you.

“I feel like we are.” You gushed and squeezed Toms hand. Tom, who had been busy running through every possible worst case scenario of you staying in his childhood home with his brothers for a week, snapped back to attention.

“I feel like we are, too.” Tom smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Nikki sighed happily while Paddy gagged.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to stay here.” You said graciously. “I think that’d be great.”

“Then it’s settled.” Nikki grinned. Tom gave you a fake smile before wondering what he got himself into. “Let me go get the cake.”

And so, you moved into the Holland household for the week. To Tom, it seemed like Paddy was making it his mission in life to annoy him. Every second of every day was “Y/n, look at this!” or “Y/n, come see this.” Everyone else in the house found Paddy’s obvious crush to be adorable, and Tom did too at first. But adorable turned to annoying very fast. It was like Paddy was Tinkerbell, and would die if he didn’t constantly have your attention.

It started off with small things.

“Oops.” You mumbled as you knocked your fork off the counter.

“I got it!” Paddy rushed into the room and picked up your fork. You and Tom were eating breakfast alone and hadn’t even known Paddy was around. Paddy ran to the sink and held your fork under the faucet before returning it to you.

“Here you are.” Paddy said with a smile. You took the fork and gave him a sweet smile.

“Thanks, sweetie.” You cooed, making Paddy blush and give you a gentle nod.

“What are you doing up this early?” Tom questioned his brothers suspicious behavior. “I thought you didn’t wake up until four pm.”

“I do not.” Paddy shot back. “I’m always up early to help mum with the wash.”

“That’s just not true.” Tom said.

“That’s so sweet of you!” You gushed over the little boy. “You’re such a good son.”

“I try.” Paddy said suavely. “Tom still drops his wash off for mum to do.”

“That is…partially true.” Tom admitted. He did on occasion drop his laundry off for his mother to do. He gave Paddy a tight lipped smile. “Paddy, don’t you have homework to do?”

“No.” Paddy looked his bigger dead in the eye.

“Oh really? If I asked mum, would she say the same thing?” Tom asked.

“Fine.” Paddy grumbled, then shot you a smile. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye Y/n.” Tom mimicked once he’d left.

“Stop.” You playfully shoved Tom and popped a blueberry in your mouth. “He’s so cute.”

“He’s a little show off is what he is.” Tom huffed.

“Oh hush.” You elbowed Tom gently. “He just wants to make a good impression.”

“By trying to make me look bad.” Tom pointed out.

“Leave him be.” You ordered. “He just wants his big brothers girlfriend to like him. It’s normal.”

“It’s not normal. I know my brother, Y/n. If you keep being nice to him, he’s gonna fall in love with you.” Tom warned.

“Oh please.” You said. “He’s not gonna fall in love with me.”

“Alright. See for yourself.” Tom shrugged.

And in the end, you did see for yourself.

“Can someone get the toaster down for me?” You called to anyone who was listening. Your fingertips were just centimeters from it, but you couldn’t reach.

“I can do it!” Paddy hopped off his stool and dragged it over to where you were.

“Paddy, you’re like 3 feet tall.” Sam said, also getting up and going over to where you were.

“I have a stool.” Paddy deadpanned, gesturing to his stool.

“And I have 5 feet and 8 inches of pure british glory.” Sam remarked as he easily got the toaster down for you. “Here you go, love.” Sam smiled kindly, and shot a devious look at Paddy. Paddy was fuming. He practically had steam coming out of his ears.

“Thanks Sam.” You said gratefully and took out the English muffins.

“No problem, Y/n. Anytime.” He gave you a wink, and then stuck his tongue out at Paddy when you weren’t looking.

The rest of your time in the house followed in a similar fashion.

“Good morning everyone!” You chirped as you entered the kitchen. You took your new designated seat next to Tom and smiled at everyone at the table.

“You look really pretty today, Y/n.” Paddy spoke up, making Sam and Harry snicker and Tom roll his eyes.

“Thanks, Paddy.” You smiled and put your hand over your heart.

“Paddy”, Sam cleared his throat, “would you like some whip cream on that?”

“I’m eating eggs.” Paddy said dully.

“Don’t be silly, Sam,” Harry continued the act, “Paddy doesn’t need whip cream. He’s already whipped himself.”

“Very funny.” Paddy rolled his eyes as Sam and Harry made whipping motions. You just smiled and looked to Tom.

“Are you ready to leave after breakfast, love?” Tom asked, desperate to change to subject.

“Yep.” You nodded and pressed your lips to his, which he happily accepted. Paddy sucked his teeth and looked up at the ceiling.

“Where is the happy couple going today?” Harry said deviously.

“To the mall.” Tom answered and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“The mall? Can I come with you guys?” Paddy perked up.

“Nope.” Tom said, popping the p.

“Tom.” You scolded. You turned to Paddy and gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. We need some alone time as a couple.”

“Oh okay. I understand.” Paddy nodded and sighed dramatically. “I wouldn’t want me around either.”

Tom saw right through his act and stared at him with squinted eyes. You, on the other hand, felt guilt pang your heart. You looked at Tom, silently asking him to allow Paddy to tag along. Tom shook his head violently, and you pulled on arm. He didn’t give in, and just kept shaking his head.

“You know what?” You said through a forced smile and eyes that told Tom to behave. “Sure. You can come.”

“I can?” Paddy said happily.

“He can?” Tom asked you with a raised eyebrow.

“Why not? We can go out to dinner later, just to two of us.” You suggested. Tom reluctantly nodded his head and gave Paddy a fake smile.

“Sure. He can come.” Tom said, shooting Paddy the death stare for crashing his date.

After breakfast, you all walked to the car, Paddy running ahead.

“I’ll get that for you.” Paddy opened the passenger door for you gave you cheeky smile.

“Thanks Paddy.” You replied and climbed inside.

It was like that the entire day. You didn’t touch a single door handle all day.

“After you.” Paddy opened the door to yet another store and gestured for you to walk inside.

“Why thank you.” You smiled gratefully and ruffled his hair as you passed through the door. Tom was about to go through the door as well, but Paddy was hot on your trails and shut the door in Toms face. Tom felt jealously bubble in his tummy, no matter how dumb the situation was. He should be the one opening your doors. And he would be, if Paddy didn’t put his little raccoon hands (I’m so sorry) on your door handles before Tom ever got a chance.

You spent most of the time talking to Paddy and getting to know him. You didn’t ignore Tom on purpose, but Paddy made it impossible to have a moment alone. Normally, Tom would be thrilled by the girl he loved getting along so well with his family. But Paddy was driving him crazy. He was always around you like a pesky bug. Tom knew you were too kind to tell Paddy to go away, and he could only hope his little brother wasn’t bothering you.

“I can carry your bags.” Paddy announced as you made your way out of the final store.

“Oh you don’t have-“ you began. Paddy didn’t listen, and took all your shopping bags into his hands. They were a little too heavy for him, making Tom laugh, but Paddy refused to let it show. He carried them all the way to the car, even managing to open your door with his arms full. Tom drove you all home in silence, feeling the jealousy bubbling inside him again. It was unreasonable to be jealous of his kid brothers relationship with his girlfriend. It’s not like anything could possibly happen between you two. If it were Harry or Sam, his feelings would be justified. But Paddy was just a kid. Tom kept telling himself this as Paddy told you yet another story to impress you.

“Thanks for all your help today, sweetheart.” You smiled as you all entered the house, after Paddy the door open for you yet again. Paddy gave you a proud smile and nodded. Toms eyes shifted between the two of you, dying to roll his eyes. To Toms surprise, you bent down and kissed Paddy on his cheek. Paddy’s face burned under your lips, and you heard a gasp escape him. He touched his fingertips to where your lips had been and a grin lit up his freckled face.

Tom bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to explode on you in front of his brothers.

He could wait. He could wait.

“What’s wrong?” Harry snorted, walking into the living room just in time to see what was going on. “Haven’t you been kissed by a girl before?”

“No.” Paddy said quickly. He hadn’t.

“You’re 15 and never kissed a girl?” Harry continued to taunt his younger brother. “I kissed a hundred girls by that age.” He also hadn’t.

“Leave him alone.” You commanded playfully. “It’s okay, Paddy. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Paddy said, before running away in embarrassment. Harry also left, leaving you alone with Tom.

“What just happened?” Tom asked, unable to hide his feelings.

“Relax.” You’d aid sweetly. “That was my way of telling him that I appreciate his sweet gestures, but he’s just a little brother to me. He gets it.”

“No.” Tom laughed bitterly. “He won’t get it. If anything, you just solidified his fantasy that you two are gonna end up together.”

“He doesn’t actually think that.” You dismissed, still in denial. “He knows I’m too old for him. And besides, he’d never try to take his brothers girlfriend.”

“Wanna bet?” Tom asked.

“Just wait, Tommy.” You said assuredly. “By tomorrow, he’ll be over his crush.

He wasn’t.

The next day, you were lying on the couch, being the big spoon to Tom as an episode of New Girl played. The episode had just ended, and the credits were rolling across the screen.

“Y/n, do you want to play the PS4 with me?” Paddy asked as he entered the room. He had two controllers in his hands and a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” You said, struggling to sit up since Tom was lying on top of your arm.

“But,” Tom protested with a pout, “cuddles?”

“We can cuddle later, lover.” You promised with a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re seriously leaving me to go play a video game with Paddy?” Tom asked, a little sharply.

“I want your family to like me.” You said so only Tom would hear. Tom nodded in reluctant agreement and let you get up. He sighed as he watched you follow Paddy into the other room. Paddy was making it impossible to spend any time with you. The week was falling away and Tom felt like he never saw you, and the times he did see you, Paddy was right at your heels like a puppy. He decided this was the last time his brother got in the way of his time with you.

“Why don’t we spend the day together? Just the two of us?” Tom said the next day as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you were stood in front of the kitchen counter.

“Shoot, sorry baby. I promised Paddy I’d watch him do tricks at the skatepark.” You said with an apologetic pout. Tom felt his blood boil at yet another blow off.

“Why did you promise him that? He’s not even good.” He huffed, making your eyes widen as you giggled.

“He just wants to impress me.” You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s cute. Let him be happy.”

“Y/n, you don’t get it.” Tom sighed. “He’s genuinely in love with you. And pretty soon, he’s gonna think he actually has a chance.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s 15. I’m 23. He knows he’s just a little brother to me.” You reiterated, making Tom rolled his eyes at your innocence.

“I’m telling you, Y/n. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” Tom said.

“I think I’ll be okay.” You said with a kiss to Toms lips. He sighed. He didn’t want to spend the few moments he had with you fighting about Paddy.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly. “I just miss you. I never get to see you without him being right there.”

“Tell you what.” Your eyes glistened in the way Tom loved. “I’ll say I’m gonna hang with Daya tomorrow, so I can’t hang out with him. You can meet me at the mall and we can spend the day together. Paddy won’t try to tag along if he thinks I’m gonna be with my friend.”

“When did you get so devious?” Tom asked with a satisfied smirk.

“Ew.” Paddy interrupted your moment with a gag. “I’m pretty sure we have a “no snogging in the kitchen” rule.” He said while glaring at Tom.

The next day, Tom kept a neutral face as he waited for your text telling him to meet you at that mall.

“Hey, wheres your girlfriend?” Harry asked casually as he bit into an apple.

“She’s at-“ Tom began.

“Not you.” Harry waved his hand dismissively. “I was talking to Paddy.”

“She’s at the mall with Zendaya, probably getting another one of those pretty sweaters she wears.” Paddy rattled off.

“And how do you know all that?” Tom asked, a little creeped out at the detail.

“She told me about the mall and Zendaya. The sweater part is just a theory.” Paddy replied.

“Paddy, you don’t actually think you have a chance with this girl, do you?” Harry asked. Tom was relived someone was finally asking.

“I don’t know.” Paddy said, looking at the floor.

“You don’t know?” Tom repeated, shocked that the answered wasn’t a straight “no.” like it should’ve been.

“Yeah. I don’t know.” Paddy said again.

“Well you should.” Tom said assertively, finally losing his cool. “Paddy, she’s my girlfriend. And one day, she’ll be my wife. This isn’t like when we were kids anymore. This is real life and she’s my real girlfriend. You said you would respect that.”

“But she might fancy me back.” Paddy protested with a red face. “She kissed my cheek the other day. And she said I was really good at skateboarding.”

“Oh, so she’s a liar?” Harry cut in.

“No. She’s not a liar.” Paddy defended you, getting genuinely angry now. “She’s perfect.”

“She is.” Tom sighed, seeing that his brother was getting upset and shifting into big brother mode. “She is perfect. But she’s also 8 years older than you and thinks of you as a little brother.”

“Did she say that?” Paddy asked quietly. Tom knelt don’t next to him. He knew Paddy’s feelings of rejection were more important than his own feelings of jealousy. It wasn’t time to fight. It was time to be a good big brother.

“Many times. She loves you, Paddy.” Tom assured him. “But as a brother. Not the way she loves me, and not the way you love her.”

“Oh.” Paddy said softly, looking at his shoes.

“Do you want to come to the mall with me? She’s gonna be there.” Tom offered an olive branch to his brother.

“I thought she was gonna be with Zendaya.” Paddy wondered.

“Zendaya couldn’t make it.” Tom lied. “Why don’t you tag along? She said she misses you.”

“Did she really?” Paddy’s eyes lit up.

“No.” Tom thought.

“Yep.” Tom said. “Go get dressed. I’ll be in the car.”

Paddy ran out of the kitchen and into his room. Tom smiled to himself, pleased with his decision to take the high road. He shot you a quick text to let you know what was going on, and to his satisfaction, you were pleased too.

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A Word For You

Another short Sanders Sides drabble! This one is Prinxiety with a dash of pining, featuring a very flustered Roman

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“Come on, Panic-at-the-everywhere, it’s like two in the afternoon. At this point you’re not even fashionably late!” Roman knocked more insistently on the blotchy black and indigo door with his free hand, frowning at the flakes of paint that stuck to his fist. Sure, Virgil had his aesthetic, but his room really needed a makeover. Maybe some magenta to go with his purple theme, and oooh, plate glass windows! And of course he needed to re-vamp his movie nest. The circle of blankets and pillows were comfortable enough for the two to watch Disney on Roman’s phone, but Roman was thinking a pillow fort, obviously stocked with books and stuffed animals and maybe a coffee machine…

He’d been standing here in thought for five minutes.

Roman shook his head to clear it and knocked again. “Virgil! Patton made you pasta and by god you are going to enjoy it while it’s warm!” He waved the steaming plate, balanced haphazardly in one hand. “Virgil, if you don’t open the door I’m coming in.”

At his threat there was a mumble from the other side of the door, too indistinct to make out. Well, a prince could only have so much patience. Roman opened the door and stepped inside with a flourish.

“Your pasta comes to you, then!”

“Princey!” Virgil shrieked, and Roman could only stare.

Virgil cringed, with a hairbrush stuck in his bird nest of hair. His skinny frame was draped in an old band t-shirt and sweatpants, skin lightly dusted with freckles and flushed without its usual coating of foundation. And most noticeably, a pair of black-rimmed glasses rested on his nose.

“You wear glasses?”

“Why are you in my room?” Virgil demanded shrilly. He tried to yank the brush out of his hair and grunted when it remained firmly lodged in his bedhead. “What have I told you about knocking?”

“I knocked!” Roman defended himself. “But more importantly, why didn’t you tell me you wear glasses?”

Red crawled up Virgil’s cheeks and tinted his ears as he scowled. “It’s not a big deal. They’re embarrassing. I just wear contact lenses most of the time.”

“Embarrassing? They’re adorable!”

Virgil jumped. In the nick of time Roman remembered to place down the plate of spaghetti on a desk before rushing forward to grab Virgil’s shoulders.

“Oh, there’s so much potential for aesthetic! And why do you cover up those freckles Stormcloud, they’re marvelous!”

Virgil flushed even darker, and Roman suddenly became very aware of his hands on Virgil’s shoulders and how close their faces were – he could taste mint toothpaste in the air between them.

Shit.

Roman turned away with a flourish to hide his dry swallow. “You look lovely Virgil, it’s a good look on you.”

“Really? I woke up ten minutes ago.” Virgil grumbled. He tried to tug out the hairbrush again only to yelp in pain, and Roman turned back quickly, tutting. He was going to pull out his gorgeous locks at this rate!

“Here, let me.” He sat Virgil down on the bed and crawled behind him to grab the hairbrush and start wheedling it free. Virgil hunched in front of him. Oh no, Roman wasn’t making him nervous, was he? Oh bother. He’d been trying to make Virgil feel more comfortable around him, but it seemed he’d screwed it up again. It was bad enough that time Roman took Virgil into the Mindscape for some de-stress, and was two seconds away from blurting out his feelings when Remus appeared. And what a mess that trash goblin had caused. Virgil had looked so unhappy when Roman dropped him quickly back in the common room and gone to clean up his brother’s mess.

Roman wanted to be a comfortable friend, gosh darn it! It was the least Virgil deserved after working so hard for Thomas’s sake. He did go slightly overboard, but didn’t they all from time to time?

Roman opened his mouth to apologize for crossing any boundaries, but Virgil beat him to it. “The glasses and stuff… don’t exactly add to my aesthetic, y’know?”

Oh, so that was the issue. Now he felt silly for worrying. “There’s more than one way to pull off a good aesthetic.” Roman finally got the brush free, with some hair tugging and wincing on Virgil’s part, and started gently teasing out the knots. “I personally think those glasses, with some eyeliner of course, would really accentuate the emo theme. They make your eyes seem much more mournful and dark. And as for the freckles, they make your skin seem paler and more colourless in comparison! Oh – or you could make them little spiders! I have a perfect makeover idea. Do you have a makeup set? What am I saying, of course you do. Wait, where was I again? Oh yes.” The knots were gone and Roman ran the brush through short, silky hair. “As I was saying, I happen to think you look lovely.”

In all honestly he had finished with brushing, but Virgil’s hair was so soft, like feathery down, when it wasn’t combed down over his face. He just wanted to play with it. It seemed like such a short time ago that Virgil was just a Dark Side to him, who would prickle at his presence – Virgil would never have let him this close. Back then Roman hadn’t realized how soft Virgil’s hair was, or how easily he got flustered, how his voice broke when he was embarrassed and how extraordinarily beautiful he was when that happened.

No, beautiful wasn’t quite the right word. Neither was just ‘cute’ – adorable? – no, something deeper than that. Extraordinary, breathtaking, exhilarating, sublime, pulchritudinous. Was there even a word? How could he describe the wonder of a storm with deep brown eyes and a quick wit and a cocky smirk that made Roman’s heart melt?

“Uh, Princey?” Virgil said, and Roman realized he’d stopped moving again. ABORT, ABORT. Time to leave before he made things worse. But he was already moving. Before he knew what he was doing, Roman leaned down and kissed the top of Virgil’s head. “What are you-”

“OKAY BYE SEE YOU LATER!” Roman dropped the brush and bolted for the door, leaving a rather stunned Virgil in his wake. The door slammed shut and a few stray shards of paint showered down.

Roman leaned against the door and buried his burning face in his hands. Uuuugh, what had he been thinking? He’d totally overstepped the line, and now Virgil would think he was weird and not want to hang out anymore and he would be alone forever-

A creak of hinges. Roman tumbled backwards with a shriek as the door he was leaning against suddenly wasn’t there any more. He found himself groaning and rubbing his back.

“Ow.”

A shuffle. Roman squinted up as Virgil crouched next to him and offered a small grimace. He moved his hand towards Roman’s face and Roman sat there, transfixed.

Virgil cupped his hand around Roman’s cheek and wiped his thumb under his eye to remove the streak of eyeshadow that had taken hold. Oh. Benefits of being in Anxiety’s room.

“Black’s not a good look on you, Princey. That’s my aesthetic.” He mumbled.

Virgil removed the second streak and the anxiety Roman hadn’t recognised as anxiety stopped gripping his chest. His normal confidence bubbled through, only to shrink again at Virgil’s smile. He smiled with his eyes more than his mouth – they crinkled at the sides into little brown crescents that made Roman melt.

Oops, and now Virgil was staring. Say something. Say something!

“Uhhhhh. Thank you.” Roman blurted out. Wow, real eloquent. Virgil snorted and stood, offering a hand which Roman reverently took and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, back smarting in pain. “Um. Pasta.” He pointed past Virgil to where the plate sat on his desk.

“I know.” Virgil looked mildly confused. “Thanks for bringing it.” He wrinkled his nose. “I don’t really feel like being around people right now…”

“Oh.” Roman tried not to look crushed.

“…So do you wanna hang out and watch Parks and Rec with me for a couple hours?”

“Yes. I would absolutely love to.” Roman blurted. He resisted the urge to slap his forehead – what was wrong with him today? He blamed a lack of sleep – he’d been up most of the night planning out the perfect date and had gotten a little too excited, and ended up designing a series of masquerade outfits.

“I’d like that.” Roman finally managed to say in a normal voice, like normal people did. Virgil’s eyes crinkled in that smile again, and he nodded.

“Okay. Your room in ten?”

“Sure.”

Virgil ducked back into his room to get changed, and when the door closed on a beaming Roman he slid to the floor and buried his face in his arms, groaning. Why did that prince have to be so goddamn adorable???

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vanilla softserve sort of day

summary: dan doesn't want to go outside today, but when his best friend and crush phil lester turns up at his doorstep...well, he had to change his plans a little. 

word count: 4117

rating: teen & up for swearing, but it’s mostly just fluff

warnings: profanity

note: first(ish) phanfic so uh hello phanfic community nice to meet you i guess. this is a little rushed and crappy but im putting this out there anyway so let’s just see how that goes. inspired by liana flores’ softserve - please check her out, the link is here and she is amazing and so underrated i love her so much.

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dear diary laptop thingy, 

today began as a perfectly sunny day. and when i mean perfect, i mean absolutely perfect. i wasn't dying and sweating because of the heat, but it wasnt cold enough so i would shiver to death. the perfect weather to go outside, run around in a park and walk my dog. so obviously i stayed inside, sleeping till eleven am. that is, until i was woken up by the doorbell. i leapt out of bed and ran to the door in my pajamas. i know that that's bad, but in my defense i thought that my brother had left something at home and he was coming back to get it. it was holidays for me, but my brother's last day of school was today and my mother had to go to work. and as far as i was aware, my mum had not ordered anything online since she swore off it so i couldn't see how it could be anyone either than my brother and my mother, for who would want to see me?

yet, i opened the door and saw the one and only phil lester.

now i know you do not want to read through another in-depth description of phil lester. i was just rereading my other few entries and uh, i wrote a lot of things about his appearance and personality. but he did truly looked stunning, just standing there at my front door. somehow, he had looked even better since he got the very fashionable quiff and since he started to embrace his glasses. he was wearing a blue shirt and jeans, which accentuated his beautiful blue-green-yellow eyes and he had his dog, buffy, on a lead. she tried to run forward to greet me, almost choking herself, but phil held her back. and then he fucking smiled at me, which, as normal, was fucking death, which is a bit of an issue when he smiles a lot and he's your best mate, but i swear to fucking god, his smile could light up the entire world.

"hi." he said, still fucking smiling.

"i didnt expect you." i noted, like a reasonable human.

"yas, you didnt. nice pajamas." he said.

of course. of all the days, i just had to be wearing my wonder woman pajamas. i fucking hate this world.

"yeah, they are pretty nice. what are you doing here?" i asked, pretending i wasn't embarrassed.

he fiddled with his fingers, acting adorably flustered. god, i fucking love him. "well...you said you were home alone this week and that you were going to be really bored. so i thought i could, you know, turn up as a surprise." he said. i blinked.

"i dont...have anything planned." i said. he laughed, his stupid tongue sticking out of his beautiful teeth. god, please murder me.

"i know you dont, you spork. it is sunny out today, so i was wondering whether you wanted to go on a train with me to the beach?" he said.

i didnt respond for a few seconds so i could process this information. he is so fucking cute?? and nice?? i did not understand, so daniel.exe just shut down. but like?? still??? i said i was going to be bored on the week and that i had nothing to do, so he turned up at my front step and asked whether i wanted to spend some time with him. like who?? would do that??? honestly, he really was the best friend ever. 

"it's okay if you don't want to, i was just asking, you don't have to, there's no pressure!" phil said quickly, his face turning red. it was only then that i realised i hadnt said anything for like a whole minute. oops.

"no, no, i would love to! i was just...surprised that you would think of coming here and asking whether i wanted to spend time with you." i quickly said, trying to make up for my mistake.

"you were surprised i wouldn't at least come and say hi after hearing my best friend was bored and free during the week? daniel james howell, i am truly disappointed in you." phil said, shaking his head. 

so i took sookie, my dog (yas, phil and i have matching pup names) and wore my sunglasses. i wore the first clothes in my closet that were reasonably presentable (black, of course) and i went to the door. phil was on his phone playing crossy road (probably as the emo goose) and didn't notice me come out of the house.

"um...hello?" i said. he went pink, embarrassed he didn't notice me beforehand, and looked at me for a while. all i was thinking was fuck, i probably look bad.

"is there something on my face?" i asked. he went pinker and shook his head.

"no, it's nothing." he replied. "let's go!"

the train trip was as breezy as the wind today and before i knew it, we were at the beach. phil tried to chase some seagulls to talk to them like the dork he is, but i pulled him away.

"aww. but i could have been the next doctor dolittle." he complained. i rolled my eyes.

"we already discussed this. you cannot become a doctor, as you would be known as dr. phil and that title already belongs to one human and it will continue to belong to one human only." i said sternly. he pouted.

"but what if i legally changed my name? then could i become the next doctor dolittle?" he begged.

"what would you even change your name to? mo?" i asked, struggling to not smirk. 

"mo? mo...lester. what? no! i dont want my name to be the word someone who sexually assaults others! i would change my name to...sylvester. then i could become sylvester lester!" he exclaimed.

"sylvester lester from manchester." i said with a grin.

"yeah! i like it!" he said. he looked so fucking happy, how could he ever want to spend time with me, who literally sucks the happiness out of everything? truly one of the world's greatest mysteries.

"it does have quite a ring to it," i admitted, "maybe you should change your name."

"then i could be doctor dolittle! well, the equivalent of him. doctor sylvester lester from manchester who goes on...questers...to communicate with other animals." he exclaimed. i shook my head.

"no phil, you ruined it. questers? really?" i said.

"i couldn't think of anything else that would rhyme!" he protested. i shook his head. sookie shook his head with me.

"see, even sookie knows what's up!" i said. 

"well, buffy would never betray me, so take that!" phil retorted playfully. he then suggested we go grab some lunch, so we went to the local cafe and got some fish and chips. 

it was a cute cafe. there was hardly anyone there as it was still technically a working day, which was good for us as we got an outdoor table for our dogs. sookie hungrily stared at my food, hoping for a chip or two. even though my mum hates giving sookie human food, she wasn't here to tell me not to give her any, so i gave in and allowed her to take some of my chips. while i was feeding sookie under the table, i listened to phil talk.

"did you know that a lot of fish in fish and chips is actually shark?" he said. i raised my eyebrows.

"i refuse to believe that. where did you hear it?" i asked with doubt.

"i don't know, i think someone told me on this science camp or something, i don't know." he replied, visibly attempting to recall where he heard it.

"right, okay, really reliable source there. even if it's true, i don't care. i don't care if this is raw shark, or raw octopus or some shit, it tastes good so i'm going to continue eating it." i said.

"octopus tastes different from regular fish, dan. i think you would know if you were eating raw octopus." phil pointed out.

"i don't care! i don't care! watch me! i don't care!" i exclaimed. phil laughed as he shook his head.

we finished the meal in ten seconds flat, like the ravenous, greedy brutes we were and then i paid, despite phil's protests. 

"why did you pay? i should have paid! this is my treat to you!" phil exclaimed, continuing to argue even after we had left the cafe.

"yeah, and that is my thanks to you for taking me out." i said back. he huffed.

"yeah, but i wanted to treat you." he said. 

"if you wanna try me, get me a ninety-nine." i said, pointing at the ice cream truck ahead. he groaned.

"but they're always so expensive. way more expensive than it should be, anyway." he whinged.

i shrugged. "i mean, if you wanna treat me -"

"yas, i'll get you a ninety-nine!" he blurted out, interrupting my sentence. "i might as well get myself one as well."

and soon, i had a vanilla softserve in my hand and an irritated phil to my right.

"why are they even called ninety-nines when they're not even ninety-nine pence?" phil asked.

"it's actually because italian people thought -" i began, but phil cut me off.

"i don't want to hear. they should be ninety-nine pence is all i'm saying." phil griped. 

"if you don't want your ninety-nine, you can go ahead and give it to me," i offered. 

"no, it's still mine." phil said. he stuck his tongue out at me, then took a huge lick of the ice cream.

"or is it?" i said. i leaned over and licked his ice cream.

"hey!" he cried. he leant over and licked my ice cream.

"see? now we're even steven. no need to get angry." i said. he shook his head while i manically cackled.

"race you!" phil shouted. i stopped laughing and i saw him in the distance, already running.

"wha - i -" i stuttered, before sprinting as well. by the time we just got to the end, we were both huffing and puffing, unable to breathe.

"i...beat...you." phil said, exhaling after each word. my brain protested "because you had a head start!" but my body was unable to comply, and all that came out was "head...start.". phil and i simultaneously collapsed on the floor.

after five minutes, i stood up and looked at where we had run from.

"you know, it wasn't that far, we're just grossly unfit." i observed.

"the things we sacrifice to play hours of video games." phil replied, shaking his head. "hey, how about we go on the beach?"

before i could reply, phil was on the beach, looking up at me with a grin. i shook my head.

"now sand is going to be in your socks and shoes." i pointed out. he threw his vans to the side and stripped his socks off.

"there!" he declared. "problem fixed!"

"phil!" i exclaimed. he tilted his head in confusion.

"what?" he said innocently.

"you can't just - oh, whatever," i said, giving in. i jumped down to the beach and i took off my socks and shoes.

"happy?" i asked, both eyebrows raised. he smiled, eyes crinkling with happiness.

"very." he said. he lay down on the beach, but jumped up abruptly.

"what?" i asked. he rubbed his back and dug in the sand with his fingers. he plunged his hand in and pulled out a huge conical shell.

"woah, look at this!" phil said with a huge grin.

"was that sticking up your back?" i asked. he nodded solemnly. i laughed loudly and obnoxiously as he pouted. he was so cute when he pouted. why did i have to go through this? this was straight up homophobia.

"hey, let's look for more shells!" he said.

"why?" i groaned.

"because it'll be fun?" he said, with puppy dog eyes. i groaned, but decided to humour him anyway.

"where are you going to put the shells, phil?" i asked. he pointed at his hoodie pocket.

"in here, of course!" he said. 

"how many shells would you even be able to fit in there?" i asked. he shrugged.

"as many as i can. come on, let's hunt for shells!" he said, already running across the beach with buffy and sookie. i sighed and chased after him, trying not to grin after he started screaming.

and it turns out he was right. with a little help from my hoodie pocket, we managed to collect a whole lot of shells. somehow, we had managed to spend hours on the beach, rolling in the sand and grabbing shells.

"we should probably have dinner now." i said. he laughed and shook his head.

"what?" i asked innocently.

"nothing. just the people in the restaurant will probably think we're crazy, covered in sand and pockets bulging with shells." he said. i looked at him, his hair in the wind and his multicoloured eyes somehow matching perfectly with the sea. his face looked beautiful under the light of the sunset, and of course his smile was just as stunning as it was this morning at the front door. suddenly, i started laughing too, and he started laughing harder, and soon we couldn't stop until we were just two idiots with one shared brain cell, laughing our head off till we couldn't breathe.

to be honest, i don't know what was so funny. it wasn't phil's best joke, nor his cheesiest, nor his dirtiest or his most ironic. maybe it was just the absurdity of it all, that we had spent our entire day collecting shells on the beach with our dog. but at that moment, i was certain it was because of the impossible existence that was phil and how he managed to be so fucking beautiful and nice. that's why i was laughing anyway, i have no idea why phil was laughing his head off.

"yeah, let's wait for awhile before dinner. you can come to my place if you want?" i offered. he shook his head.

"nah, it's fine. i'll just go home and have dinner there." he said. 

"please. have dinner with me. it'll be my treat back to you for making sure i didn't stay inside sleeping all day." i said, practically begging. i looked at him as the breeze blew against his face, and at that particular moment i was more in love with him than i ever could've imagined someone could be.

he looked back at me for a while, then relented. he smiled and shuffled closer towards me.

"sure. i'll love to have dinner with your family." he said.

we sat in comfortable silence, looking off into the horizon.

"the beach during sunset really is beautiful." i observed.

"yeah. really." he eloquently replied. i turned to him, and realised he was still looking at me.

"fuck, i can't deal with this anymore." he muttered. i frowned, quizzical.  and then he interrupted my thoughts and kissed me.

my brain went completely empty of all the thoughts i was thinking before and all the logic i normally apply to situations. i stopped thinking about the maths homework i was supposed to do, and how we had to go all the way back to the other end of the beach to get our shoes and socks back if they were still there, and how the weather forecast said that it might rain later this evening. the only thing that i was thinking about was how phil, my best friend, crush, soulmate and companion through life, fucking liked me back and that he was fucking kissing me.

holy shit. even now as i'm typing this, i still can't believe it. this kind of thing only happened in cliche rom-com tv shows and movies. but yet it was still happening. Philip Michael Lester, the attractive, polite, intelligent, thoughtful, kind human being, was kissing Daniel James Howell, the impolite, sarcastic, idiotic, emo, ironic demon. just...fuck. fuck fuck fuck.

"i really like you dan." phil said quietly, avoiding my eyes. i took his hand and placed it in mind.

"i really like you too." i said, smiling. he looked up at me and smiled. we sat, hand-in-hand, and watched the sunset in silence.

"let's go home." i said.

"let's go home." he repeated.

so we walked to the other end of the beach, our bare feet making temporary footprints across the barren sand.

we collected our shoes and socks (which phil forgot about before i reminded him) and then we went on the train, but we were too exhausted to talk. emotionally tired or physically tired, i don't know. but we sat on the train hand in hand, trying not to drift to sleep. unfortunately, i epically failed at that because soon i woke up to phil nudging me at our stop. after a five minute walk from the train station we arrived at my house. i knocked at my door, and waited for an answer. i heard footsteps, and soon adrian answered the door.

"dan, i'm proud of you. i was surprised you even went out of the house, but i had faith that you would. mum thought you were kidnapped, but obviously you're okay. oh, hi phil! we weren't expecting you." adrian said. oops. i kind of forgot to tell mum that phil was coming. i'm sure it was fine. 

"hi adrian! can you ask your mum whether it's okay for me to have dinner with you? tell her it's fine if i can't, i wouldn't want to butt into your family dinner." phil said. ugh, what a gentlemen. how the fuck did he like me? if i was him i wouldn't like me. what was this sorcery???¿?¿¿¿   

adrian nodded and ran back to the kitchen. he shouted back to us saying it was okay, and we went in.

the dinner went smoothly. as i predicted, phil made adrian laugh with his cheesy jokes and he was incredibly polite to my mum. i had told my mum while phil went to the bathroom that we were dating now, and i could tell that the only thing that went through her head was "ideal son-in-law". which was good i guess, if also somewhat embarrassing.

as soon as we started the dessert course, it started raining outside. 

"you boys just missed the rain, didn't you?" my mum said, looking out the window.

"good luck, i guess." i replied, focusing on my apple pie.

"or maybe the universe meant it to be like that." phil said. i looked up at him.

"probably luck." adrian decided, interrupting our moment.

despite my mum's protests, phil soon started to get ready to go, hoodie pocket still bulging with shells. i had put my shells in my room the minute we came back in, but poor phil had to carry them all throughout dinner. 

"i'll count them when we get home and we can see how many shells we collected together." phil promised.

"or we could have a competition to see who has the most shells." i proposed. 

"i gave some of mine to you, so that's not fair." phil said. i clicked my tongue.

"excuses, excuses." i said, shaking my head.

"are you sure you don't want to stay here for the night?" my mum said, concerned.

"it's fine, ma'am. i need to go home and do some things i was supposed to do this afternoon, but i was held up." he said, looking at me.

"you invited me!" i protested. 

"i know, i wasn't blaming you. but it's fine ma'am, i want to go home." phil said. mum sighed.

"at least make me give you a lift." she said.

"it's -"

"phil lester, it is raining outside. i do not want your mother calling me saying i let you to walk out in the rain, allowing you to catch a cold! i know your address, let me drive you there. dan, adrian, do you want to come?" my mum said. adrian shook his head.

"sure." i said.

"good, let's go. adrian, don't do anything or you're grounded." mum said. ah, what a legend.

the second we got in the car, holding hands in the backseat, my mum showered us with congratulations. she revealed she had been shipping us since grade three, which made me confused and worried, and she said that she always knew i liked phil.

"mum!" i said while phil laughed.

"what? it was as obvious as day. even before you told us you were gay, i knew that you thought phil as something either than platonic. and don't laugh too hard mr lester, i always knew you liked him too. i'm just amazed it took this long for you to get together to be honest." mum said.

"well, we're both oblivious and nerdy, so that might be why." phil said. mum chuckled.

"yas, that is true. that's very true." mum said. we then chatted about music and literature, and before we knew it we were at phil's place. it had somehow stopped raining on the drive, but i was still wet so mum told us to be careful.

"thank you for taking me ma'am." phil said honestly.

"that's okay phil. it's been nice seeing you again. you're welcome at our house at any time. i'll let you two say goodbye." mum said.

phil got out of the car, making sure he didn't drop any shells from his pocket.

"make sure to count those shells," i said while getting out of the car.

"i will." he said with a smile. god, those smiles still killed me. i kind of hoped that i would become immune to them after finding out he liked me, but i was also kind of grateful that i was still susceptible to the magic of phil's smile. still, it was irritating that i melted any time he felt moderately happy. it wasn't fair, it really wasn't fair.

"you wanna go to the movies tomorrow? i heard there's some good films in the cinema." i said.

"sure. my treat." he said.

"nope, you're not paying for it. i refuse to let you. you can pay for something else, but i will pay for the tickets." i said. he opened his mouth to argue, but closed it immediately after.

"we'll argue about this tomorrow. i'll go -" he started, but i interrupted.

"i'll be at your place. at eleven thirty sharp." i said. he raised his eyebrows.

"would you really?" he said.

"i will. you'll be sorry you ever doubted me." i replied.

"have you done mr folium's homework yet?" he asked.

"nope. i'll probably just google the answers." i said.

"you're going to regret doing that." he said.

"i know. but for now i'm just focusing on the present and not worrying about the future." i said.

"that's a good quote for our relationship, not so good for maths homework. but fine, you do you. i'll probably just google the answers as well." he said. i laughed.

"you're such a hypocrite." i said, shaking my head. he smirked.

"i know. it's one of the things you love about me, isn't it?" he said. i raised my eyebrows.

"your words, not mine." i said. we stood in silence, both unsure of what to say.

"i should probably get going." i said, breaking the silence. 

"yeah, same." he agreed. and there it was, that perfect silence yet again.

"i really like you." i began, but not sure of what else to say.

"yeah, same." he said. 

and then we kissed again. it sounds so casual, doesn't it? but it wasn't, it really wasn't. my heartbeat sped up and slowed down to match his, my palms started sweating with nerves and excitement, and my lips curled as it struggled to fathom what was happening. i wonder if every kiss with him would be like this. i wonder if i would ever stop loving him just as much. there's still so much i was unsure about, but for now i'll focus on the present and i'll let the future come when it comes. who knows how much - or how little - the world has in store for the two of us? let's face it, i'm just a seventeen year old boy really in love with another boy in my class who somehow liked me back. but couldn't be seventeen? that's all i wanted to be. and there was nowhere to go if didn't start the journey, and right now we were only just beginning.

today was a vanilla softserve sort of day, and i love vanilla softserves. signing off,

daniel howell 

[sincerelymarinette]

A Recorded Life - Miraculous Ladybug (5/50)

Words: 1046 Chapter Summary: After the last video with Adrien, Marinette was amused at how her fans reacted to the "If We Were Dating." There was one person Marinette was surprised to see enjoy the video: Chat Noir. After a busy day, Marinette has Ladybug duties to attend to. Author's Note: I really wanted to update every Sunday, but I missed last week because of how busy I was and I didn't want to post on another day and mess up the schedule. Oops! But here's this!!

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You Can’t Just Be A “Casual” Fashion Fan

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Alya was right, Marinette's fans loved seeing Adrien in her videos. Her comments blew up, and the video was high on the trending page, views growing by the second.

Marinette reads the comments! She knows Adrienette- and I'm sure she supports it! They would make such a cute couple.

At first, I didn't think Adrien liked Marinette that way, but after seeing this video, it's so clear they're meant to be together!!

I still think Marinette doesn't need a man, but Adrien is very attractive and quite funny.

Alya is the hero we need but don't deserve! All hail Alya!

I've never shipped two people more. I don't care if it's a platonic or romantic ship, just do more videos together! You guys have such an awesome dynamic that just plays off one another, and I love it. And Alya's interfering comments are literally me, and I love her. Third wheel Alya for the win!

Yin and yang. They're so different but so alike. Maybe it's fate they're together. I just know it's perfect.

If you guys start dating, I demand a couple vs. couple video. Adrien and Marinette v. Nino and Alya!

Marinette snickered behind the screen as she scrolled through the comments. While her crush on Adrien was still very relevant, she has learned how to deal with it. Even if Adrien himself made it very hard to hide it, she thinks she hides it well enough. And she was sure the comments were mostly jokes, as people will ship any two people they see together in an instant. Frankly, Alya was just asking for it with this video. But luckily, the video turned out well, and her fans were loving it.

But she was exhausted. With pumping out videos almost every day, school, and helping a specific cat, she just wanted to sleep for a week straight. Of course, she loved everything she does, but at times it was a little much for one girl to handle.

Alas, she still had to meet up with Chat Noir tonight. She had spent all Sunday editing videos, and she had already rainchecked on Chat Noir last night, she couldn't do it again.

Against her sleepy self, she called out her transformation words and left her house, running around to check on Paris and the cat. Honestly, she was expecting to find him messing around like normal. He's mentioned before he doesn't get out much so when he gets the chance as Chat Noir, he goes a little overboard. But recently, he's been more reserved with his messing around.

Instead of finding Chat Noir pretending to right rope walk or jumping from roof to roof, she found him sitting on the Eiffel Tower, giggling to himself.

"Chat Noir?" Ladybug said, careful not to scare him as she approached.

"Ah, my lady!" Chat Noir smiled at her. "Come sit; I'm watching a video. It's so good," He complimented.

Ladybug's eyes widened as she peered over into his baton playing the video. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, again?"

"Yes!" He replied. "This one's still pretty new; I love it."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "It's about if she were dating a guy...?"

"Yeah, it's adorable. They seem like really good friends."

Ladybug chuckled and sat down next to him. "So, are we going to watch over Pairs tonight, or watch videos?"

Chat Noir shrugged. "Honestly, I'm perfectly fine just watching videos."

Nudging his shoulder, she rolled her eyes. "I don't think watching videos is in the description of superhero or protector of Paris."

"There's a description for that? Why didn't I read it before accepting the job?" He smirked.

Groaning, Ladybug was about to give up. "I'm still surprised you find her videos interesting. I've never taken you as someone interested in fashion."

"What, I can't be a casual fashion fan?" Chat Noir asked, a joking tone in his voice.

"Casual?" Ladybug asked. "I don't believe there's a casual way to be a fashion fan. You're either all in, or not at all," She played back with his joking.

"Then I'm all in!" Chat Noir stood up. "I could model for you someday, my lady,"

Standing up, she chuckled. "I'd love to see you be a model."

Chat Noir shrugged. "I could do it. I think I'd be the best out there."

"Yeah, right," Ladybug replied. "Should we, I don't know, maybe watch over Paris?"

With a groan, Chat Noir turned off the video on his baton. "That's so much less fun, but I guess you have a point. I'll be back here in just a few minutes!"

"It's not a race, Chat!" Ladybug yelled as he ran off in his direction, Ladybug going off in the opposite direction. They've been friends for a few years now, and they may be closer, but their dynamic is still the same. They would be considered best friends, yet they still barely know anything about each other.

Ladybug's yo-yo began to ring with Chat Noir's picture showing up. "What? We just saw each other."

"Just thought you missed me," Chat Noir joked. "No, I found something kinda...weird; wanna come take a look?" He asked.

"Be right there," Ladybug said and got to Chat Noir as fast as possible. She was expecting an Akuma, something Miraculous related, or just an ordinary citizen having issues.

She was wrong. Instead, she followed Chat Noir's tracker all the way back to the Eiffel Tower. "I won," He said with a smirk, sitting on the edge, and had the video playing again.

"We are not here to mess around!" Ladybug groaned. "Look, I'm so sleep deprived right now. If you're not going to take this seriously, then I'm going home to get some sleep. I have school tomorrow."

Chat Noir nodded. "I do, too," He closed his baton again. "Sorry, Ladybug, I've had a long week. It's been good, just long, and I was treating this as a break. You go home; I'll finish your route."

Her eyes widened at his sincerity. "Are you sure? I can finish my route, but-"

"I'm sure," He stood up with a smile. "If I hadn't played games, you'd be done by now. Go home and get some rest," Chat Noir shooed her, his smile growing.

"Thanks, Chat," She grinned. "I'll see you around."

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Tokyo Alien Bros: Manga Spoilers

Starting July 22nd 25:00 (i.e. July 23rd 1am), NTV will broadcast the live action adaption of Tokyo Alien Brothers, starring Inoo Kei (Hey!Say!JUMP) and Totsuka Shota (ABC-Z).  Link

There are 10 chapters translated to English online and you should be able to find them on google.  I was able to read the other 8 chapters on weibo, so if you are curious about how the story ends, I am going to post some spoilers after the cut.

The weibo account forbids sharing of the contents outside Weibo. Also the scans are in Chinese.  If you really want to know, send me a message and I can send you the person’s account.  Sorry, it’s a bit long and I didn’t have a chance to edit before posting.

I am going to use the names on the NTV website instead of the manga for a couple of characters.  Also, there will probably be adaptational differences in the TV drama.

Fuyunosuke (Inoo Kei) - The little brother who was first sent to Earth to investigate if the environment is suitable for their species.  His cover is an ikemen college student who is super popular (especially among the ladies) and has a very active social life.  He is methodical and intelligent.  He has been described by various characters as very handsome like a model, to the point when he was went shopping wearing a coat over pajamas, the Harajuku sales thought it was the latest fashion trend because there is no way such an ikemen will dress like a slob!

Natsutaro (Totsuka Shota) - The older brother who appeared out of nowhere while Fuyunosuke was having some racy sex with a random person.  Since he showed up in his true form (a blob-like alien), they had to erase the girl’s memory.  He is dumb and useless but kindhearted. He was supposedly sent to check on his brother since Fuyunosuke missed a few calls.

The first few chapters simply goes through how Fuyunosuke helped Natsutaro get familiar with earth: (I’ll just call them Fuyu and Natsu from now on)

- The alien bros cannot touch salt or else they will melt. Natsu found out when they went to eat shio ramen and he started melting.

- Natsu was walking around wearing a bathrobe until some old lady gave him some old clothes.  Then he walked around wearing a tiger print shirt.

- Fuyu had been hiding his spaceship in a park.  He took Natsu around the world to show him how interesting it is. Both brothers seem to be fond of Earth etc.

- Fuyu had many jobs: working at Lawsons, handing out tissue paper, etc. He took Natsutaro with him when he was handing out tissue paper.  Fuyu ditched Natsu on the pretense of a date, but really, he wanted to call HQ.  Natsu ate some gum (?) and went berserk.  He ended up crashing into a truck and part of his face got torn off.  He escaped...

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Meanwhile, Fuyu was suspicious of HQ’s motive of sending Natsu to monitor him.  During a call back to HQ, he laid out his suspicion.  He said that Natsu was dumb, but if someone as dumb as Natsu can immerse into the environment, then it is proof that the aliens can migrate without any issues.  HQ confirmed and said there are 2 milestones for Natsu: a) find a job, and b) find a girlfriend, then it is proof that Earth is suitable for their species.  HQ told Fuyu not to tell Natsu anything.  Just as he was pondering how to help Natsu, Natsu walked in and said he found a job!

Natsu was hiding from the mob who seen his partially destroyed face.  He went into this candy store and asked the elderly lady if she would hire him and she said yes! So he started working there.  A bunch of kids thought he was weird, since he wore that tiger shirt every day.  One day, Natsu accidentally drank something salty and his face started to melt, and one little girl saw it.  She got her friends to go unmask him.  Somehow, one kid fell into the river and was about to drown.  Natsu dived in to save the boy and emerged in his true form.  However, since the kids were grateful to him, they decided to keep the brothers’ secret.

So now, girlfriend.  Fuyu held a takoyaki party at his place.  His friends, including Chinami* (Tsunematsu Yuri) and Okabe (Owada Kensuke). Okabe had a crush on Chinami and she (like every single girl) was interested in Fuyu. Anyway, Okabe was trying to get with Chinami and absolutely struck out.  While Okabe was feeling low, Natsu empathized with him since they were both losers.  Chinami suddenly found herself attracted to Natsu after that outburst of emotion.

* I think Chinami is called Ritsuko in the manga.  Not sure why they changed it.

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Fuyu decided to take Natsu shopping, since he had been wearing the same tiger shirt and obviously no ladies want to get with that!  Fuyu walked out in PJ’s and a trench coat, but because he is as good looking as a model, the sales people thought wearing PJs and a trench coat is the trendy thing to do.  No ikemen would be caught in something like that!  Natsu didn’t have money, so Fuyu took him to the store Chinami worked in. Chinami was helping Natsu with clothes and suddenly Fuyu remembered how she helped him pick out proper clothes.  He felt angry and ran off.  Natsu chased after Fuyu and left his tiger shirt behind.  He asked Fuyu why he needed to buy clothes, and Fuyu told him about the mission.

***

Fuyu woke up with Haruru (Ohgo Suzuka). He was wondering why he felt so weird. Haruru suggested he might be jealous of his brother.  Fuyu dismissed the idea.  In the meantime, Chinami went to Natsu’s workplace to return the shirt and to ask him out.  Fuyu, who was absolutely not jealous, kept trying to disrupt their date by transforming himself into a smarmy guy, a smarmy middle-aged guy, and even a giant cat to try and steal Chinami away.  He finally admitted to himself that he was jealous.  While Natsu and Chinami was at a love hotel, Natsu’s face started melting when Chinami kissed him.  He had to wipe her memory and ran home.  Fuyu decided that in order to understand women, they needed to become women.

***

Fuyuko and Natsuko went out and explore as women. Naturally, Fuyuko was super cute while Natsuko looked like a character from the 80′s wearing a power suit. While they out, a scout told Fuyuko that he could make *her* a star and took *her* for a ride in his fancy car. Natsu had been trying to contact HQ with no avail, so he went home to call HQ again.  HQ told him that the Earth migration plan was cancelled because another investigation team found an even better planet for them.  Fuyu, one of his hands transformed into a blade, his face covered with blood, was staring down at the scout’s body, whose decapitated head laid beside him!  “You should not have tried to rape me.  Men are disgusting creatures.”

***

Fuyu took the dead scout’s car keys and took Natsu for a ride.  He was also starting to lose it.  He ended up crashing the car.  He told Natsu what happened and that he was completely disgusted.  They ended up in a park and Natsu told Fuyu about the end of the Earth Migration plan.  Suddenly, the cops showed up to arrest Natsu for the truck incident earlier in the story. 

As the cops put the handcuffs on Natsu, Natsu’s hand melted (or snapped off) and he started running away.  Fuyu, forever cleaning up his older brother’s mess, erased the memory of the cops, but an old guy saw them.  Fuyu was about to kill the old guy because he was of no consequence, but Natsu stopped him.  A crowd gathered while they were in half alien form so they had to make a run for the subway. 

While riding the train, Fuyu was clearly losing it because he had to leave Earth (even though he won’t admit to it).  Suddenly, a swarm of people got onto the train as it was rush hour.  Fuyu got pissed with all the people and was going to kill everyone in the packed train because they are moving to the new place and it no longer mattered.  Natsu ate some of the gum from earlier, grabbed Fuyu and literally flew out of the train. Unfortunately, they were going to fall into the sea.  In order to save his brother, Fuyu threw Natsu onto the sidewalk while he fell into the sea.  When Fuyu made it back to the shore, he was melted down to a kid-sized blob.  As he needed to transform into something of the same mass, he could no longer become an ikemen, a cute girl, or even an old guy.  He transformed into a white cat.  Natsu took him home.

***

Cat-Fuyu was not accustomed to his new cat body.  He also sensed that Natsu kinda fell in love with Earth, so he decided to go back home on his own.  But since he was a cat, it took him forever to get back to his space ship and when he was about to pass out, he remembered how he was when he first showed up on Earth.  Haruru picked up Cat-Fuyu and told him she would help him and that she knew he was an alien. 

In the meantime, Natsu was going crazy looking for Cat-Fuyu and asked Fuyu’s friends to help him hand out flyers to look for his lost cat, Fuyunosuke.  He said he named the cat after his brother (who was “travelling”) because it looked like his brother.  Anyway, Haruru took Cat-Fuyu home to Natsu.

Cat-Fuyu told Natsu that he only wanted to leave since Natsu really liked his life on Earth.  The brothers shared a last conversation together and Natsu took Cat-Fuyu back to his space ship.  Natsu and Fuyu hugged before Fuyu left to the new place.  Natsu went home and found a box Fuyu left him.  It was his Earthly research with a note “Even though I don’t know if it will be of use to you. - Fuyunosuke”  Natsu flipped through the pictures of the brothers and had a silent drink on the balcony alone.

***

A number of months later, Natsu was integrated into his Earthly life. He was hanging out with Chinami, Okabe, and other friends of Fuyu.  He missed his brother.  He was walking his dog and saw a white cat that looked like Cat-Fuyu. Nope.  He Suddenly his dog barked at a middle-aged guy, who turned away.  “Fuyunosuke?  What are you doing here?”  Middle-aged guy turned back into Fuyunosuke. 

Fuyu: Looks like I am discovered.

Natsu: Well, there were so many flaws in your disguise.

Fuyu: Oops. Well, the new place is too boring, so I came back.

Natsu: Your body?

Fuyu: Yeah, HQ has the best technology, so they were able to fix my body.

Natsu: Welcome back, Fuyunosuke.

Fuyu: I am home, big brother.

The brothers went back home and shared a drink on the balcony like they always did.  They looked at each other and laughed.

- The End - 

[buttercream-me-up]

Late Models // Byron Langley

Word Count- 1420

Summary- You, as a model, are forced to work with a surprise model, who happens to be MIA at the shoot.

Warnings; A few swears, maybe.

A/n; I finished this like yesterday, and forgot to post. Oops. Also, might not be the best, wasn’t sure how to write the fight. Also I had no idea what to name this. x

Requested; Yes, another two in one because I have so many Byron requests lately. I hope you both don’t mind, the requests were changed a bit to fit together. Enjoy!

req; I bloody love your byron imagines tbh you should do one where you guys meet unexpectedly in a park or in a photoshoot yeah that would be really cool💕 thank youuu❤️

req; Hiya, could you do a Byron imagine please, where him and the reader have a silly fight but it ends up all cute and fluffy? Thank you, love your writing!💞

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“Alright, Y/N.” Your manager said, walking into the dressing room. “You'll have to start without him, the male model you'll be working with is running late, so the photographer said we'll start with individuals.” She said, flipping through a page on her clipboard. “Follow me.”

You were a model, and a good one at that. You started out on a small campaign.. Or so you thought. Turns out, the line you were modelling for was a huge success, and that designer had asked you model for their newest line’s fashion show. Of course, you accepted, seeing as your time together, you’d become good friends with the designer. Ever since then, you’d been her go-to model, (for anything, really), and she hooked you up with a good manager. A few months later, you were known by many people across the world for the many jobs she’d set you up with.

So you did, you followed her through the halls until you reached the area where the lighting was all set and ready to go. “Okay, Y/N. Awesome, you’re here. I’ll have you stand right here if that’s okay, and we just want to see some natural poses. This is all about you, do what feels right.” The photographer instructed, and you nodded. You stepped where told, and flashed the camera a shy smile. You could see your manager out of the corner of your eye smiling proudly.

After a few more shots, and a very happy photographer, you jumped when the door slammed open. “Sorry we’re late!” A man ran in, and by his attire, you assumed he was your partner’s manager. Still, your to-be-revealed partner was MIA. You sighed, your manager had been talking up this model you were to pose with for a magazine cover, but you had no idea who it was, and by the looks of it, he wasn’t as good as your manager had made him out to be.

Finally, someone was rushed in, followed by the costume manager and a few other assistants who’d been running around the set. When you laid eyes on him, your heart began to race. Wow. He was hot. Not just model hot, you had worked with many other male models over the years, and they’d been decently hot, but this was different, No, he was really hot, and he was your partner. The moment you and his eyes met, it was as if time stopped. By the look on his face, he felt the same.

You didn’t have time for introductions or to enjoy the moment, because the photographer and managers were pushing you two together, rushing you into positions. You didn’t even know this guy’s name, but you didn’t care at this point. You were just appreciating the time and small space between the two of you. You did as instructed, some of the shots called for him to give you a piggyback, to which he lifted you with ease, and you wouldn’t tell anyone, but the smile on your face was genuine. You didn’t even know his name, and you already cool feel how much you enjoyed the company.

That was, until break. After catching up on the shots, the photographer brought in a few other models that were there and let the two of you have a bit of a break, before returning for some final shots and then Byron’s solo photoshoot. “You’re not half bad for someone who’s late.” You said, as you two were sitting down in another room and were out of the way. “Shut up.” He grumbled, his attitude taking you by surprise. “I was just kidding, relax.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” He mumbled, looking away.

“So, do I get to know your name?” You asked, trying to ease the now heavy tension. You were hoping he was just embarrassed he was so late, and he wasn’t actually as bitchy as he was coming across as. “Byron Langley.” He said, simply. At least you could put a name to his face. Now that you looked at him and analysed him a bit more, you realized the name suited him. “Well, my name is Y/N L/N. I know you were dying to know.” You said, throwing your hair over your shoulder smoothly.

“Mhm.” Byron hummed, pulling out his phone. “Rude.” You muttered, annoyed. So much for the positive thought that he wasn’t bitchy. “Excuse me?” He asked, eyebrows raised towards you. “Oh, nothing.” You said, a very clearly forced smile present on your delicate features. “You don’t know me.” Byron said, a dangerous, warning tone laced in his words. “Doesn’t mean I can’t decipher a rude person when I see one.” You retorted, looking away from him.

“I’m not rude.” He defended, slightly tensing as you continued. “Well I suppose you’re right, but your actions were quite rude.” You said, pretending to ponder it. “Do you ever shut up?” Byron asked, now very obviously annoyed. “Not when teasing you is so much more fun than being quiet.” You smiled. The banter between you shot back and forth for another solid 5 minutes.

You checked your phone for the time, standing up. “Now where are you going, princess?” He asked, smartly. You nearly laughed at how clueless he was. “I mean, I’m going back to set, it’s been 10 minutes, our break is up. That is, unless you want to be late again?” You asked, whipping around on your heel, so your hair spun with you, and strut out the door.

You heard Byron curse silently, or, attempted silently. He jumped up, his feet pattering against the floor as he ran after you. You laughed as you entered the main room. “Where’s Byron?” The photographer asked, slightly annoyed. “He’s coming.” You said, smiling and taking your place. Byron ran in less than 2 minutes later, apologizing to the photographer and starting to tell how he had to go to the bathroom, but the photographer held up a hand. “It’s fine, Y/N told us you’d be a minute. You’re lucky she did, too. Late twice, not looking to good for you.” He said, clapping Byron on the back and instructing his position.

This left Byron a bit confused, but he listened to the instructions. Why would you cover for him? A few minutes ago, you were bickering back and forth about him being rude. Maybe he rushed to conclusions about you. You were more than just an annoying partner, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a spark when your eyes met for the first time. It was undeniable that you were attractive, but Byron knew better than to get his hopes up, especially with models. It never worked.

That was his one rule, but for some reason, with you, it slipped his mind completely. He felt drawn to you, and the banter you shared earlier, now that he thought about, went so smoothly for two people who barely knew each other’s names. Byron was usually a bit of a shy guy as well, but his walls were down completely when it came to you. He didn’t know why, but he knew he wanted, no, he had to get to know you better.

As the photoshoot came to a close, you packed up your stuff, and were following your manager out the door. “Y/N!” Byron called, running over. You gestured for your manager to go on without you, and she nodded as she obeyed, “Just don’t take too long.” She said, and left. “What can I do for you, pretty boy?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “I think I was fast to judge you, earlier. Here’s my number. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to make it up to you.” He said, handing you a slip of paper, and surprising himself with the sudden boost of confidence, but he wasn’t going to question it now.

“Sure. Here’s mine.” You said, grabbing a small paper and pen out of your bag and scribbling your number on it. You handed it to Byron, pulling back when he reached for it. He sent you a confused look, and you chuckled. “If you’re late, I’m deleting your number from my phone.” You teased, and he sighed. “Never letting that go, are you?” He asked, finally taking the slip out of your hand, once you allowed it. “Not a chance, Langley.” Little did you know, Byron secretly loved it, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

[mixietrattel]

In case anyone was wondering about my drag con experience!!!

So this is going to be all based off of memory, which is in no way completely reliable so I’m probably going to be missing a few details but basically I just want to outline my experience/what it was like meeting the queens/how the convention was set up. 

So day one Kayla and I arrived around 9, and they bring all of the non-VIP badge holders to the bottom floor to wait in a giant room. They started letting us in slowly, so a chunk of the line would go up at a time. Luckily we were the second group, so when we got up to the convention floor it wasn’t very busy yet. We were planning on seeing Shea first, but most queens weren’t at their booths yet so we decided to go to Raja and Manila’s line. As we were walking by though, we saw the beautiful Serena Cha Cha at her booth. We were in a rush so we didn’t stop to say hi, but she was super sweet saying like “hi girls how are you have a good drag con!” When we got to Raja and Manila’s line it was decently long and both of the queens were there. As we were waiting though, Raja had to go to the winner’s walk for the opening ceremony. The handler said that everyone could stay in line if they wanted to wait, or form a different line to meet Manila alone. Kayla and I had both met Raja before so we decided to just see Manila. She was so kind, and when I told her my poster was going to be the first one signed with my name (I have two signed ones I bought off of her website) she went “Oh! I’ll sign the back too then!” and proceeded to write my name on the back, so I joked and said “Awesome now it’ll be all over my white walls,” and she just went “oops.” Manila was amazing though, and I’ve been dying to meet her since she’s one of my all time favorites.

Next we went to go see Alexis Michelle because she was a top priority for me and I wanted to get a specific t-shirt from her. The line for her wasn’t bad either, probably less than ten minutes. When I went to buy the shirt before getting in line the guy told me they were all sold out and I guess I looked disappointed/Alexis overheard because she paused with the guest I was talking to and told me that the artist who designed the shirt was at the con and was selling prints of it if I wanted it and told me not to worry. I ended up getting a pretty 8x10 and getting back in line. Alexis was so so sweet and we talked about when she came to my school last year and there was an alt-righter trying to speak, and counter protests, which led to a glass door of the building we were in being smashed. Good memories. Our pic was super cute and she kept hugging me, I love my Auntie Alexis. 

I think we went to go try to see Violet next, but she was walking a show at fashion week that day so she wouldn’t be there for a couple of hours, so we bought meet and greet passes for $5 each that we could redeem to get into a priority line. After that we went to go see Laila. Renee Martel was running her merch stand so I chatted with her about seeing her at Rhode Island Pride and Laila’s merch. She probably had the coolest stuff and the most variety, including old prints, little pins, an enamel pin (which I bought and wore day 2 idk if you can see it in pics), and 8x10′s. Her line was decently long, and while we were waiting to meet her we ran into these two women promoting a documentary on Boston drag that Laila was going to be in. The director was SO sweet and enthusiastic, and has been working on the project for over four years so I’m definitely going to post about it when I get more information. Laila’s line took I wanna say 30 minutes and then we got to meet her. We chatted about Keith Haring and other stuff, she was really cool and is super funny. 

Pretty sure after Laila we went to go say hi to Biblegirl and check out the dragqueenmerch table. Bible was just kind of chilling in this little alley between two main alleys with Rubber and Lisa. She wasn’t talking to anyone, so we just went right up to her. Bible was probably the sweetest person we talked to all day. She was asking so many questions and kept saying how she was so happy to meet fans and did this all for us. We got to chat with the guy who designed her outfit that day, which was cool. Kayla and Bible bonded over their Libra-ness aka their messiness online. I asked her to tell Soju to get her ass over to the convention because at that point it was two hours in and she wasn’t there, so Bible told us exactly how to sneak into Soju’s gig that night. Again, messy but the absolute sweetest.

After Bible we went to Bob’s line, but Bob was on break so it was stagnant for a while, which was fine. She was probably the first queen we waited over an hour for, but as a winner it was worth it. I didn’t get anything from Bob’s merch stand, so I don’t have anything signed from her unfortunately. Funnily enough while Kayla held down the fort I went to wander around the con looking for Soju who had FINALLY showed up at that point, and I kept seeing Bob literally running around in her little clown costume. I went back to the line and after some more waiting Bob came back. The line moved pretty quickly so we got up to Bob easily enough. Her setup for pictures was a little tight and she had a guy there to take pictures, so I kept apologizing for getting in the way because I had to take pictures for three people, plus get pictures myself. Bob clocked Kayla’s accent and asked if she was Canadian, then turned to me and said “now I KNOW you’re Canadian because you’ve said sorry probably a million times,” and I told her that I was from Rhode Island, and her camera guy came to my defense saying he said sorry a lot too. Bob was a ton of fun to meet.

We wanted to go see Fame after Bob, and on our way I spotted Soju and her team off in a little empty area alone. I quickly yanked Kayla and our little group over and ran up to DS, because I was wearing my Soju shirt and had been DYING to say hi. When Soju saw me/my shirt she got so happy and pulled me into a hug. Then she turned to DS and told him to turn the camera on and all of the sudden she was interviewing me. She asked a bunch of questions and was super sweet, it was really surreal getting to talk to her in person. I didn’t get a picture with her though, so if she edits me out of the episode I’m going to be a little pissed. 

After Soju we got in line for Fame and it was.... a mess. We waited for Fame for probably two hours. The line kept getting mixed up and people were jumping in and out. Plus, Fame was in a really heavily trafficked area and had an open setup, so a lot of people were stopping to take pictures and confusing the crowd. By the time we got to Fame we were pretty irritated, but nothing makes Kayla happier than Miss Fame so it was worth it. Fame recognized Kayla immediately so the two of them chatted for awhile, and I snapped a million pics but none of them turned out fantastic. I didn’t chat with her as much but Kayla was having her Laganja moment so I didn’t mind. Fame’s line took so long though that the convention was winding down to a close. We didn’t really have time to go meet another big queen, and I really wanted to see Joslyn who was nearby so we decided to make her our last queen for the day. We went over, and though you didn’t HAVE to buy anything to get a picture with her I really wanted a print so I got one anyway. Joslyn looked adorable but we didn’t really talk much as she was having too much fun dancing around to the music playing. We got a pic though, and Kayla got a video for one of her friends saying Happy Birthday. After that we just left the convention and went home. Day 1 was kind of stressful because the amount of queens was overwhelming, plus the lines were all ridiculous. Even though we both love Shea and Trixie we knew neither of those two were options to meet.

Day 2 we got in around the same time again, and I saw Michelle Visage in line for Starbucks which was a little surreal. Also, Meatball was wandering around dressed like Jackie-O so Kayla got a cute pic with her. We had a list of maybe five queens we wanted to see, and Naomi was up there so we hopped in her line first at like 10. Her people said Naomi would show up at 11, and since the line wasn’t too bad we decided to wait. Naomi got in at 11:30 though, and we still had the passes to go see Violet but she had to leave at 12. So I told Kayla she should just take our Violet pass and go meet Violet with two of her friends already in line, and I’d meet Naomi instead. If I made it in time I would’ve joined them at Violet’s, but it didn’t look like it would work out that way. I ended up talking to a guy in line though, so I wasn’t left completely alone. Brian from Soju’s show was the guy taking pictures for Naomi, so when the person in front of me was taking pics I got to talk to him a bit. When it was my turn, Naomi was so gushing with compliments and incredibly sweet. She told me I was beautiful, and she loved my hair, and all this stuff that was making me blush. She looked stunning in person too, so I was just a mess. Our pic together was probably my favorite from the whole weekend, maybe tied with Bob’s. 

Kayla really wanted to meet Laganja and Gia next, and they didn’t have a line because they had closed it off for a break, but decided to stay longer. It cost $30 to meet them, so Kayla was the only one who wanted to do it, plus she got two cute t-shirts so it was worth it. I didn’t really hear what they talked to Kayla about because their camera guy was helping me edit my manual camera settings to better fit their specific lighting setup. He also gave me his flash attachment for my camera, so the pictures turned out really high quality. I didn’t talk to them much though so I don’t have a lot to say, Gia looked STUNNING though (no pun intended).

We got in Peppermint’s line next, which also took over two hours. The wait times were ridiculous, and even though they worked out some kinks by day two the queens kept having to leave their tables so lines would halt for twenty minutes at a time. Kayla and I just hung around in line, and got the same 8x10′s. There were these two little kids who both got Peppermint’s fans who popped them for her, and she was so enamored with them. She kept dancing with them and talking to them, it was adorable. When we went up Peppermint remembered Kayla from the awesome scrapbook she did, so Peppermint was talking about how much it meant to her and holding onto it. Pep had her own camera guy, so we both took pictures. Then I went up and Peppermint was incredibly sweet. I don’t remember exactly what we talked about but she just gives off such a good aura. So did her whole team, they were all so warm and inviting. 

After Peppermint’s line we were kind of done with waiting for big queens. Aja’s line was a mess, Shea was charging an intense amount of money, we didn’t even look at Kim’s line. Even Bible had a decent line of people to see her, even though she didn’t have one yesterday. We decided to wander around to see what queens had shorter lines, and after searching all weekend we finally spotted Kimora’s booth. There was no one really there, and the setup was confusing because it was technically one booth split down the middle, one half Kimora’s one half Cynthia’s (who was not present at the time). Kimora was talking to a handler, and it seemed like they were getting ready to leave so I asked the guy behind the table what was up. He said they were going on break and they’d be back in fifteen minutes. I asked if we could wait in line and he looked super confused and said sure, we could wait at the table. We ended up being the only ones there and they left, so we just kind of hung out while she was on break. She didn’t take too long, and seemed really apologetic about making us wait. Her voice was super hoarse too, and she had a water bottle, which was probably why she had to go on break. Kimora was definitely the nicest Ru Girl we met day 2. She told me she was obsessed with my outfit, and we bonded over our love of wearing black. She apologized for her weird booth set up, and we talked about how odd the setup of the convention was. After her the whole day seemed kind of lame because she was just such a bright spot and just the best to talk to.

Kayla and I decided to go back to Bible after that, and waited in line for a few minutes because we’d rather have someone we could talk to than wait two hours for another big queen. Bible was again so cool and chatted with us for a while. We also had to retake pictures because our first day ones did not look so cute. It was just a reminder that drag really isn’t just Ru Girls, and sometimes your local talent is just as if not more interesting. 

The convention was almost over, but Kayla had friends waiting in Fame’s line so we went to go join them. Kayla bought another print and I decided I’d rather just take pictures for Kayla, and stopped over at Shea’s booth to pick up a t-shirt that I really wanted. Fame’s look was even more stunning the second day if that’s even possible, and the wait was definitely better the second time around because we joined people instead of standing there the whole time. After Fame I tried to track Soju down to say hi again but the lights were getting shut off so we decided to leave. 

Overall, I would say Drag Con was one of the best weekends of my life. I got to finally meet Kayla in person, and was surrounded by a community of people I felt safe and accepted in. There’s no way to really describe the surreal feeling that occurs from being around so many of your idols in one place. Both days when we left and were riding on the subway, our passes dangling from our necks as we were surrounded by normal people again (more often than not staring at our strange ensembles), we kept asking if that was real, because it honestly felt like a dream. Of course there were a lot of downsides. It was expensive, disorganized, the lines were eternal, the lighting was homophobic, and we deprived of food and water all day. Hopefully next year they can sort things out better, and more queens will come since it won’t be so last minute. Maybe with bigger names like Adore, Katya, Willam, and Alaska the Farrah line will be more accessible. I’m honestly counting down the days until Drag Con NYC 2018 is announced.

[k-popscenxrios]

Dresses and Dates (AU!Jimin x Reader)

Edit June 2020: I tried to edit all the Korean words out, but some may have slipped by. Also, this is very dated, be warned

I AM ALIVE! I feel like I always have to say this haha But I am back with a Jimin ff that I may have finished a long time ago oops I won’t say much else and get on with it!

Genre: Fluff 101% Words: 3,400+

⇨ Masterlist ⇦

I sighed again for the millionth time as I looked down at all of the dresses in front of me. I had been searching through this store for hours trying to find the right dress, but nothing was looking right. Either one fit wrong or the color wasn’t right… something was wrong with each and every one of them.

“Damn,” I said through my teeth as I threw another dress down in the pile of rejects. I ran my hand through my messy hair while plopping down on the sofa near the dressing rooms.

“What am I even doing here?” I laughed to myself as I shook my head in shame, “Am I really going to go to that stupid dance?”

I leaned back and pulled out my phone, seeing I had five messages in a group chat with my friends. They were excitedly talking about the dance and about their dates.

“We’re gathering a group of friends to go to the dance, okay? Which means you’re going with us and we’ll make sure you have fun!”

“It’s funny,” I mumbled under my breath, “because I’m the only one in this so called ‘group’ that doesn’t have a date.”

My eyes moved back to the dresses and I dropped my head into my hands. What the heck was I going to do? Not only am I not finding a dress for the dance, but I also won’t even have a date.

“I hope you’re going to clean all of those up,” I heard the annoyed store clerk call out. She had been done with me after about the second hour and thirtieth dress.

I looked up from my hands and looked over to the giant pile of dresses I had made. I don’t know why I piled them up and didn’t just put them away after I was done with them. I knew I’d have to clean them up eventually.

I got up slowly and began putting all the dresses back on the racks. A million different thoughts filled my head as I tried to push them out to finish cleaning up. The longer I tried to push out all the negative thoughts, the harder they pushed back. I was starting to feel my arms shaking from the overwhelming emotions, plus being tired of putting up dresses for so long.

Without warning, I felt hot tears falling down my face and ruining my makeup. Why was this getting to me so much? So what if I didn’t have a date?

You would have a date if he didn’t dump you, the voice inside my head reminded me as I felt a dagger sink into my heart. I was almost done putting away dresses, I couldn’t break apart just yet.

Just wait till you get out of the store. Then you can break down, I continued to tell myself as I got halfway through the dresses.

“Noona!” I heard someone call the clerk who had taken a disliking to me, “Why are you still here?! I thought your shift ended half an hour ago?”

I tried to block out their conversation, but I couldn’t help but hear what she said, “I’m waiting on this customer to hurry up. She’s been looking at dresses all day and I bet you she won’t even buy a single one.”

I tried to not look their way, but I could feel their eyes burning in the back of my head. It took all of my willpower to not turn around, but when I heard footsteps coming my way, I couldn’t help but glance back.

“Ah- Hello!” the guy said as I turned around and my eyes met his. His eyes quickly flashed with concern as he got a better look at my face which was probably tear stained. “Oh my God, what’s wrong? Were you crying?”

I took a deep breath and bitterly laughed, “I’m sorry, sir… I didn’t mean to take so long in the store. If I had known I was holding up your friend, I wouldn’t have stayed so long.”

The guy shook his head, “Don’t be sorry.” Before I could say anything else, he turned around and shouted, “Noona! You can go home now before mom gets mad. I’ll close up the store for you!”

The clerk sighed and turned toward us, “Jimin, you don’t work here.”

“I don’t care,” the guy- Jimin- crossed his arms across his chest, “Do everything required for locking up except for locking the doors. I’ll lock them on my way out.”

I stood there awkwardly as Jimin and the store clerk argued for a few moments. I turned back around to the dresses and immediately felt a stab at my heart when I remembered what my mind had been thinking before. I felt more tears threaten to wipe my makeup away as I put up a few more dresses.

“God, sisters,” I heard Jimin mumble under his breath as the sound of the door closing was heard. I didn’t turn back to look at him, but I felt him get closer to me.

“I’m sorry about that,” I heard him say as he took the dress I was holding out of my hand. I looked over at him and blinked, only to be met with a soft, sweet smile. “I’m Jimin by the way.”

I nodded slightly, “Y/N.” was all I said to him as his smile grew. He turned away from me for a few moments as I tried to wipe off my tears.

“So, Y/N…” he started as he picked up another dress. I watched him put it on the hanger with ease and just slide the dress on the rack without trouble. “Do you need help finding a dress?”

I blinked a few times before I let out a light laugh in disbelief, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Absolutely not!” Jimin cried, making me jump a little bit, “I am not letting you leave this store without a smile on your face. You look like you could use a fashion expert to find a dress.”

I blinked a few times as he went back to putting the dresses up, “You’re a fashion expert?”

His laugh rang in my ears as he bent down and picked another dress up. Before reaching for a hanger, he turned his head toward mine, “No, but I’ve grown up around them. I know this store pretty well and could probably point you toward the one you want.”

I didn’t know whether to be happy or not at these words. I didn’t have the slightest clue what I wanted. Everything that I saw that I liked didn’t look good on me. “But I don’t really know what I want…”

“Not a problem!” Jimin smiled and slid the last dress on the rack, “I’ll help you find something, then.”

“Y-You really don’t have to do this Jimin…” I called out to him as he rushed to the back of the store. He turned on some of the lights as a whole new variety of dresses appeared in front of me. “I don’t need a dress this bad… or this beautiful.”

Jimin turned back to look at me with a frown, “Alright. So before we find a dress I need you to talk to me.”

My eyes widened. I just met this guy and now he’s demanding I talk to him? “Wh-What?”

“Y/N…” he said softly as he grabbed my hand carefully. He led me over to a sofa much like the one next to the dressing rooms and he pulled me down to sit next to him. “I know you were crying… and since I don’t know you and you don’t know me, what’s the harm in telling me what’s wrong?”

I thought for a few seconds as he laid back into the sofa and let out a satisfied sigh, “Besides, I need to know what the occasion is if I’m going to help you find a dress.”

My heart was screaming yes while my brain was screaming no. I had no right to ramble about my troubles to this poor guy who was wasting his Friday night on me.

But it wouldn’t hurt to let it all out. He offered to listen…

“…Okay,” I looked down in my lap, “But just remember that you offered when you start to regret talking to me.”

Jimin let out a cute laugh and propped his legs up on the coffee table in front of us, “Of course.”

“Well,” I pulled my legs up and crossed them on the couch to try and get comfortable, “Some friends decided that we were all going to go to Winter Formal together this year… which is odd because they’ve never really wanted to go.”

I paused for a second and looked at Jimin who was looking at me with interest. It kind of threw me off a little bit. Even though he said he’d listen, I didn’t really think he would.

“So my friends all suddenly got dates… which makes no sense. Like, they literally said ‘Hey, let’s get a group of friends together and we’ll all go,’ but then they all proceed to get dates. I’d go off on why I don’t have a date and why I’m sour about the whole thing, but I really don’t think you’d want to hear that.”

I bitterly laughed at the thought of everyone getting annoyed with me when I was upset about my problems, yet none of them wanted to listen to me. If I said anything about my ex-boyfriend, I was suddenly tuned out. It’s as if they thought I would get over him if they just never let me talk about him.

“No no…” Jimin frowned, “Go on. Please.”

I took a deep breath, “Jimin, you really don’t have to-”

“Look, Y/N, I told you to talk to me, now talk to me,” he pouted and poked my side, “Please? I mean it 100%, no strings attached.”

I blinked a few times and looked down at the floor before continuing, “Well… I had a boyfriend for about… half a year. I fell in love with him about two months before we actually started dating. Eventually he got busy and I was getting insecure about his feelings for me. One night I got mad at him and he ended our relationship.”

I paused for a few moments to calm myself from crying before I continued again. “I tried to get him back, but I was too afraid of him. He didn’t seem interested and got busier and busier. I kept thinking that he’d eventually want me back, but he didn’t ever say a word to me, other than a few check-in texts to see how I was doing.”

“Eventually he told me he was moving over the summer and he was cutting all contact from me for personal reasons. I told him that was okay with me as long as he was happy, and then I never talked to him again.”

I tried to stop talking as I felt tears falling down my face, but I felt the words spilling from my mouth. “I wanted more than just that as a goodbye. I wanted him to one day over the summer laugh it all off and tell me that he was just kidding and that he loves me… But once July rolled around, his Facebook was deactivated and his number no longer took my calls. I want to say that I’m getting over him, but it’s really hard when there’s no one to help you from all the pain.”

Jimin’s left arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him as his right hand wiped away the tears that poured from my eyes. His soft eyes told me to continue as I just let him hold me as if I had known him for more than a few minutes.

“So today I came to the store, hoping to buy a dress that would make me feel better about going alone, but it only made me feel horrible. All I could think about as I tried each dress on is ‘I wonder what he would think about this?’ But the more dresses I tried on, the more negative my thoughts were. I wanted to find something that, if he were to see me, he would regret breaking up with me…”

“But I need to get it into my head that he’s not here anymore,” I laid my head on his shoulder and he let me wrap my arms around him and give him a hug. “I need to accept that he’s not ever coming back and that I need to move on. It’s just hard when no one around you is willing to help you.”

“I’m willing,” Jimin said in a soft voice as my eyes widened. I lifted my head and tried to say something, but he cut me off before I could, “I know we just met, but I know what you’re going through. Three years ago when I was a freshman, I was in love with a girl in middle school. She eventually dated me for about a year, but then one day she left school and never came home.”

I frowned and gave him a sorry look as he sighed, “She had gotten in a car wreck on the way home from school. The wreck killed her and her mom, leaving her brother and little sister in bad shape, but still alive. I didn’t really get over her until this year when I went to her grave and, as stupid as this sounds, I felt her telling me to move on.”

I spotted a tear travel down Jimin’s face as I reached out to wipe it away from him. I know it seems crazy, but I was really warming up to him.

“I just want to help you move on… whether it be as a friend or maybe something more in the future,” Jimin suggested, forming a winning smile on his face. I felt my cheeks burn at his words. “And I’m more than willing to be your date to the Winter Formal.”

I let in a deep breath as a smile formed on my face, “I highly doubt you want to take a sophomore you just met to a Winter Formal with her friends who could be so annoying that you regret ever coming to this store and talking to me tonight.”

“If anyone’s friends are annoying, they’re mine,” Jimin laughed as he moved his arms from around her waist, “But if I’m going to take you to Winter Formal, I should find you a dress, shouldn’t I?”

My face burned even more as he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the dresses. He moved me toward the back of the store with dresses of all kinds and sizes. We looked through rack after rack looking for some dresses I could try on, finally coming up with around ten possibilities. Jimin grabbed all but one of the dresses from me and led me back to the dressing rooms, placing the other dresses on an empty rack.

“I want you to try on each of these, but don’t forget to let me see them, okay?” he told me as I nodded and made my way into the dressing room.

I tried on dress after dress and each time I came out, Jimin threw his opinion out. Most of them got a, “It’s really pretty, but it just doesn’t scream yes…” while others got, “Mmm, I like it, but not for this occasion.”

I finally got to the second to last dress and walked out of the dressing room area. I moved over to the mirrors and stood in front of them. Before I could turn around and ask Jimin what he thought, he wrapped his arms around me from the back. I let out a little squeal as he laughed his adorable laugh right next to my ear.

“This is it,” he nodded and smiled at me in the mirror, “I think you’ll make all the other girls at the party jealous of your looks. I have no doubt.”

I shook my head and laughed at his words, “Thanks, but it’s not that great on me-”

“No,” Jimin scolded as he turned me around to look him in the eye, “I don’t think you realize just how good you look in that.”

I felt a blush creep on my face as he poked my nose, “I want you to wear it to Winter Formal, and as your date, I’m right of course.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, “I never agreed to you being my date, you know.”

“Well,” he let go of me and pouted, crossing his arms across his chest, “I don’t see why you wouldn’t let me take you… I’m handsome, I’m a senior, I’m popular along with my six other good-looking friends-”

“Hey, Jimin!” I laughed as he laughed with me. After laughing for a few moments, I took a deep breath and smiled a genuine smile at him, “I would love for you to take me, and I would definitely love to become your friend.”

Jimin smiled back at me as he triumphantly stuck one of his fists into the air, “Yes~! I got approval by the cutie in the beautiful dress!”

I playfully punched him in the arm as I turned around, heading to the dressing room. “I’m going to change. You should probably put those dresses back where they came from.”

It took me a few minutes to get out of the dress and back into my original outfit. Before I left the dressing room stall, I checked my phone to see I got a few more texts from my friends about the dance.

“Jimin!” I called as I exited the dressing room, “I should probably head home before my mom kills me.”

“It’s only 7, Y/N!” Jimin called back as he rushed out of the storage room, “and I wanted to take you out for ice-cream…” He pouted at me as my eyes lit up at the sound of ice-cream.

“I think I could go for some ice-cream…” I looked everywhere in the room except for at him as he giggled, rushing up to me. Without warning, he grabbed the dress from me and rushed to the cash register.

“Dear God, I didn’t even check to see if the dress what in my price range,” I realized as I bit my lip. I was so caught up with Jimin- I mean, finding the right dress that I forgot about the price.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin shook his head, “My oldest sister owns this place. I could get you a really sweet deal on this dress.”

“Oh?” I asked as he nodded cutely, “How much?”

“Pretty much free…” Jimin put a hand on his chin in thought, “Because I’ll just pay my sister instead of you having to.”

My eyes widened, “Jimin, how much is the dress?”

“Only a couple hundred dollars,” Jimin shrugged as my jaw dropped.

“Jimin, you are not-”

“Too late, I already am~!” he stuck his tongue out at me, “And now to take you out for the ice-cream I promised.”

It was around 9:30 when I got home and my phone was blowing up with messages from my friends. It was just so great that they just so happened to see Jimin driving me home, wasn’t it?

I got a few calls from them, but I ignored each one. Most of the texts were “OMG WHO WAS THAT GUY?!” and “HE WAS SO HOT OMG!!1!!”

I typed a single message to them before laying down to go to bed. I felt a smile creep onto my face as I thought back to how sweet he was. Every moment in the ice-cream parlor was perfect. Sharing stories with him and laughing about getting ice-cream on each other’s faces made the trip worth every second.

It also was a great eye opener on just how attractive Jimin is. Before when I was seeing him in the dark he was handsome, but in the light, he was absolutely flawless.

I hit the send button on my phone and then turned it off so that I could get sleep. I felt my eyelids droop as a smile appeared on my face. An image of Jimin’s smile appeared as I felt sleep overcome me.

“He’s my date to Winter Formal. He’s a senior and even helped me pick out my dress. He’s super nice; he even paid for it himself! I can’t wait ‘till you guys meet him. I really like him.”

Was it good? I hope so xD I enjoyed writing it even though it’s been over a year since I did... haa Also while re-reading this, I realized that I wrote this after a heartbreak just like one of my other Jimin ffs... it seems Jimin was my therapy during that time xD Thank you for reading!

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