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Humans are space cats

Finally finished the 200 followers poll fic. Here's the link to the ao3 version if you want but the fic will be under the cut.

The cold rain pelted gently on his hood; it has been a rather quiet week, Bumblebee thought. Things were going smoothly with human relations and a decepticon hasn't been spotted for a month. Even if they did find one he knew they wouldn’t harm humans. Honestly, why was he even doing a patrol in the first place? Pushing air through his vents Bee let out the equivalent to a Cybertronian sigh. As he was mulling things to do through his head he heard a muffled cry. It was barely louder than the rain but could tell it was coming from the alley on his left. Quietly driving into it he came upon a rather weird sight; a human was sitting in a box curled up hugging his knees face pressed into them in the rain not trying to keep himself dry. Bumblebee knew humans didn't like getting their coverings wet and they could get sick doing this so this worried him. The boy was wearing a simple gray T-shirt and a pair of black cotton shorts. This outfit was definitely not suitable for this weather, he could even see the human was shaking. He let out another small sob, tears running down his face. Bee didn't know what to do, a lot of humans were still scared of transformers and he didn't want to upset the boy further. Then to steal a human term a lightbulb went off in his helm. He remembered something about humans he learned from Ratchet a bit ago. Pulling out quietly he reluctantly left the human to drive to the nearest grocery store.

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Bumblebee pulled by the alleyway again and with his sensors he could tell that the human was still there. He then transformed and walked into the alley. The small organic looked up from his position startled by the noise of his loud footsteps. His eyes were puffy from his crying and tear steaks could be seen on his face. Bumblebee felt his spark ache in his chest plate. Slowly he crouched down to the ground and carefully set the “chocolate” down on the ground and pushed it towards the organic. From what he learned this was a fuel most of humanity universally loved and the chemicals in it helped calm them down. The boy looked at him skeptical then at the chocolate then turned his gaze back up to his helm again. Bumblebee let out a soothing buzz noise hoping it would relax the human more. They sat like that in the rain for a few seconds, neither of them moving a digit. Gradually the boy reached for the offering and pulled it towards his chest in a fearful burst: as if afraid the bot was going to change his mind and take it from him. Bumblebee suppressed a chuckle at the little human’s actions. The earthling inspected the chocolate looking it over to see if it had been tampered with; deeming it safe to eat he bit into it. Bumblebee watched as he ate the little treat, his cheeks adorably bulging with its contents. Once finished the boy looked up at him; he was holding another piece of chocolate. Instead of putting it on the ground he extended his hand down to the human’s height and waited for him. Shakily he walked over to me clearly hesitant. Now out of the box I could see he didn't even have any shoes on. His feet must be freezing. When the boy was in arms reach of the fuel I spoke:

“My designat- name is bumblebee. What is yours?’ Bee stated simply.

The human was startled at my voice, clearly not expecting the sudden sound.

“Sorry for scaring you, but please do not be frightened, I will not harm you.” Bumblebee said in his most soft voice he could produce.

He was so thankful that Ratchet managed to fix his voice box finally. Otherwise this would be so much more difficult.

The human still looked skeptical which was to be expected considering he's a stranger that was a giant robot that could kill him in a nanosecond. When he took the chocolate a soft voice rang.

“My name's Sam.”

Bumblebee was in awe at the voice he heard. It pleasantly strung at his audio receptors and sounded oh so sweet. A little sneeze broke him out of his cuteness induced distraction. He had to get Sam out of the rain before he became ill. He took a large towel out of his subspace that he bought from the store and draped it over the human’s figure. Sam I instantly snuggled into the new warmth.

“Sam why are you sitting in this alley with improper clothes?”

The human grimaced at his question.

“Do you have somewhere to go?

Sam didn't answer again, he just curled the towel around him tighter. Seeing as his questions were just making the boy more upset he decided to stop.

“If you are comfortable with it I can take you back to my base.”

Bumblebee internally slapped the back of his helm. Why did he say that?! Now Sam is probably thinking he's creepy. He should have offered to take him to a shelter or-

“Sure.”

The boy's answer spurred him out of his spiral. Not one to question good luck he transformed and opened the driver door. Sam stepped in and Bumblebee drove off.

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They arrived at home base after a couple minutes. Sam throughout the journey didn't say a single word. Bee didn't want to overwhelm him so he decided to let it be. Pulling into the garage he opened his left door. The human hopped outside and started to look around marveling at the large room. Transforming he walking towards the wash racks he made a head gesture for Sam to follow him, stumbling after the mech he rushed to keep up with him. It reminded Bee of a sparkling not quite used to their peds yet.

Arriving at the wash racks he looked around for something that Sam could bathe in; after a few seconds of looking he found a container that wasn't too big for the human. He turned on a nearby sink and filled it with warm water up to around Sam’s chest. Checking to make sure the temperature is not too hot. He then grabbed some car soap, the ingredients indicating nothing in it would hurt Sam. He would have to buy human shampoo if Sam was to stay here long term. Speaking of the boy he was exploring, currently trying to see on top of a stool.

Humans were so tiny heh.

Walking over to the human he bent down to him just like he has seen Optimus has done many times.

“Sam, I have prepared you a bath. May I pick you up to take you to it?”

“Yeah.” Sam said quietly.

Carefully he scooped up Sam in his hands making sure to be extra gentle carrying him. The earthling hand held onto his thumb to support himself and oooh he's so soft and warm. His hand barely being able to reach around his thumb to hold. It took a lot of his willpower to prevent himself from just snuggling the human to his face plate.

He put Sam next to the bath, and double checking to make sure he had everything he needed bumblebee reluctantly was about to leave. He knew about humans’ displeasure for being seen unclothed. Sam unexpectedly though apparently wasn't in the norm as he just took off his clothes and hopped in. He relaxed against the metal of his makeshift tub, letting the warm water ease his stress.

Bumblebee wasn't sure what to do. He's never met a human before that willingly disrobed themselves in front of him. He looked towards the soap and wondered to himself. Most Cybertronians wash each other to show affection and considering Sam's nudeness he wondered if he wouldn't mind being washed either. Also it's not like Sam could really use anything without help. He picked up the car soap and a cloth nearby. He made a questioning noise at Sam hoping he got what his intentions were. The boy looked up at him then at the items in his hands. A lot of emotions flickered over his face before landing on neutrality.

Sam made a small nod.

Dabbing some soap on a corner piece of the rag he gently started to rub the human’s head. Bumblebee would spend the next few minutes washing hi- the human. Making sure to get all of Sam's surface clean leaving the gentila area for him to wash himself. The mech knew how much of a no no area that it was for earthlings even among the most chill ones. Sam seemed surprised when he didn't wash him there. But Bee ignored that and started getting a towel for the human. It was one of the Cybertronian ones as the one he bought earlier was still wet. He helped Sam out of the tub and after dumping the water he wrapped the boy up. Despite being a hand towel it still managed to swallow the boy up looking very much “burritoed” as the humans would say. His processors were nearly overloading at the endearing sight in front of him; Sam just looked so cute. Continuing to resist the urge to snuggle the small human he asked Sam if he wanted anything. Shyly he asked if Bee still has any more chocolate on him. Luckily he had bought three candies so he still had one left. He took out the treat from his subspace and gave it to Sam; he happily took it from him. Offering his hand again the human quickly got on it. Bee brought up the little human burrito against his chest humming slightly as he walked over to the Autobot branded couch. He sat down and looked down at Sam. He was nibbling on the chocolate, a piece stuck on one of the boy’s cheeks. He lightly dusted it off with his pointer figure and when he did Sam grabbed his hand again. Bumblebee made no move to remove the boy’s grip from his finger. As they sat there slowly but surely a smile spread upon Sam's face. It was a tiny thing barely noticeable but it was there.

Primus help him, he was in love.

Throughout their whole time together Sam had not smiled, not once but he wished he did. He wanted to see the human’s happy face. Bee didn't know why become so attached to this human so quickly but he doesn't care; not if he could be the reason Sam smiled again. It was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his long long life. (And he's seen the allspark) Primus he wished he had lips so he could kiss Sam's forehead. Bee will settle on pressing the human against his face plate. As Sam snuggled into him he vowed then and there that he would protect Sam with his life.

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[sometimesbrave]

Secret Rendevous

Varadeva Band AU brain worms consumed me and I vomited this out.

Warnings: nsfw, 18+

Songs:

Sunflower Vol. 6 - Harry Styles

Honey(Are you coming?) - Måneskin

Deva watched The Mannequins perform, from backstage. His band will go on stage after them. Rama, The Mannequins' manager was beaming proudly at her brother, the lead singer. He wanted to get a good look of the lead singer's face. He didn't necessarily hate the view of the lead singer's back. He couldn't wait to get hold of Varadha's perfect ass into his hands, once the Annual Day event ends. He wanted to watch Varadha whimper in that crumpled light blue shirt so badly. He was afraid he would take Varadha into his mouth once they get into his car.

As Varadha started to sing, Deva noticed the first line of audience filled with pretty boys in cotton shirts and pretty girls in summer dresses, all looking up at Varadha so admiringly. Then he observed that the audience started hooting more for Varadha. So, he went to the front stage to watch Varadha's performance properly.

Sunflower

I couldn't want you anymore

Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor

I couldn't want you anymore tonight

Wondering headshake

Tired eyes are the death of me

Mouthful of toothpaste

Before I got to know you

Varadha's style was performative with every lyric. The soothing melodies he sang, the way he performed always took the audience's breath away. He performed to be free, to sing and to dance.

Varadha was also amazing at enticing the audience . Picking out a particularly enamoured guy and lick his tongue on his upper lip while making eye contact. Blowing out a kiss to the pretty girl in the right side of the audience which made her faint. At the end of the performance, Varadha opened up a water bottle, took a sip but poured the rest of it down his face and chest. His translucent shirt now sticking to his chest, showing his nipples and his eyeliner which was now completely smudged. It didn't help that he was completely dazed from the performance and his chest was heaving very much.

Deva felt a tinge of envy towards Varadha because of his performance. He felt a bit annoyed that the audience got to see him like this.

Only I should see him like this. This messy. This vulnerable. This dazed, he thought

Backstage, as usual Deva and Varadha didn't interact at all. Their bands didn't like each other. Whatever trysts or random hookups Varadha and Deva had, their bandmates were completely in the dark about those. They both preferred it that way. Or so they assumed about the other.

Deva and Varadha were rivals. Whatever they have going on over the past few months will fade, they both thought. They were waiting for whatever this is to fade. To end. But it only seemed to be growing stronger. Deva's eyes met with Varadha's as he was about to step on to the stage. Varadha stuck out his tongue and gave him a wide grin.

He put up a thumbs up and mouthed, "Good luck, baby", cheekily.

***

Deva took to the stage and he was intimated by the swarming crowd. Deva observed that the first line of the audience changed. Now the line consisted of pretty girls and pretty guys in heavy black eyeliner most of them in black T-shirt and jeans.

His demeanor changed entirely as he stood in the middle of the stage. His lips touched the mic and looked into the audience as the sound of his breathing reverberated.

"Hello, everybody. This is Cheap Green", he shouted at the top of his lungs as the crowd shrieked.

We're gonna get sky-high and create a new world

Where somebody might die, but nobody gets hurt

And if it sounds good for you, baby, just say the word

You will like it

It's 5 am

We feel so good, it's almost frightening

It's 5 am

I'm made for you, we can't deny it

The entire performance was a blur to him. He recalled that at one point, he and his bandmate Bhaarava were jamming together. And he must have screamed out the lyrics very loudly throughout because his throat felt sour. But he remembers the electricity he felt on the stage. He already missed it as he got off the stage.

Deva headed straight to the bathroom after hugging his bandmates. He was still shivering when he washed his face at the sink. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was extremely sweaty. His black T-shirt sticking to his chest and under his armpits. He now recalled that he had worn a formal black shirt over the T-shirt which he had thrown into the audience. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the bewildered look of the guy who caught the shirt. He closed his eyes and breathed steadily to ground himself for a few moments.

The bathroom door opened and closed. Then he heard a clicking noise as the person locked the door. He opened his eyes to see Varadha eyeing his reflection in the mirror.

He was still wearing the blue shirt and the light brown shorts showing off his perfect legs.

Deva eyed Varadha as he grew nearer. His stomach fluttered.

"You were really good.", Varadha said in a low voice as he stood beside him, leaning against the sink.

Deva gave him a little smile. "So were you", he said resting his hand on Varadha's.

Varadha's palm trailed up his hand and reached his neck. He squeezed it gently that sent shivers down Deva's body. He gently placed his lips on Deva's lips.

"You put on quite a show today", Deva said, his breath hitching as Varadha bit into his collar bone.

Varadha put his hands under Deva's T-shirt, and whispered into his ear, "God, you are sweaty, baby" as he pulled the T-shirt off Deva's chest.

"Vara, not here, no", Deva chuckled.

"That's where you are wrong, baby. Right here. Right now.", Varadha's eyes turned darker.

Deva's head hung back as he saw Varadha's hands trail down to his jeans.

"Varadha, someone is going to come and knock on that door. Let's do this later", Deva moaned as Varadha pulled down his zipper.

"Are you sure you don't want this? Your moans tell me otherwise.", Varadha mumbled, focussed on caressing Deva's happy trail.

"Don't worry, no one is going to come. Everybody is ogling that actress, Aadhya, that they invited.", Varadha explained hastily.

"You need me that bad, huh?", Deva said as Varadha pulled down his pants. "Cannot even stop yourself for few more hours, can you?", he murmured as he saw Varadha get down to his knees on the dirty floor.

"I need you so bad, baby", Varadha said as he cupped Deva's crotch through his boxes. Deva's hips jerked forward involuntary and he grabbed Varadha's hair to control himself.

Deva moaned outloud as Varadha pulled down his boxers. Varadha pinched his thigh lightly to make Deva look down at him. Varadha's smudged eyeliner and his sweaty hair made Deva's grip on Varadha tighter. Varadha continued to look up at Deva as he licked the head of Deva's dick. Deva groaned as Varadha held his thighs apart with his hands, squeezing them. Varadha licked up the length at leisure.

"Vara, please hurry the fuck up", Deva said through gritted teeth.

"I thought you didn't want this, baby. You said we should do this after we leave here, didn't you?", Varadha teased in between licking up and down the length.

Deva's knees shivered slightly. Varadha's mouth was now driving him up the wall.

"Vara, please"

"Do you think any one of your fans can make you feel this way?", Varadha said and proceeded to suck the head and swirl his tongue there.

Deva couldn't reply except moan. He couldn't form words.

"You think the guy who caught and smelled your shirt or the girl who flashed her tits at you can make you feel this good?"

"No, darling. No way. Only You, baby, please, Vara", Deva groaned.

"That's correct", Varadha nodded slightly and he took Deva entirely into his mouth.

***

After the rendezvous, they both went their separate ways. They mingled back with their bands. It was exciting and hot keeping their (relationship?) hookups a secret but then again, they both felt a tinge of sadness.

Their bands were set to go onstage again to say farewell to the audience. Varadha and Deva looked at each other from across the room backstage. Something passed between them.

Why are we hiding? Who cares?

They both felt it. But neither of them said it. They didn't need to say all this:

I want to go back to your apartment and make you perform all your songs with just me as the audience.

I want to kiss you all over, hear you say: "You are mine and I am yours" again and again

I want to dance with you to my favourite music.

I like your arms around me even when I turn away from you in my sleep.

I just want to be with you now.

Have ice cream with you. To feel at peace.

To ask you again, what is your favourite ice cream flavour? Because, sadly, love, I forgot.

I want to be young and in love and stupid

As they approached each other, Deva took Varadha's hand.

"Deva, here, Deva...dude, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?", Bhaarava shouted.

"Varadha, come back here, right now", Rama, said through gritted teeth.

But Deva and Varadha were gone.

***

Varadha and Deva were walking in the empty campus, trying to find the food stalls setup for the Annual Day.

"Do you have a favourite flavour?", Varadha asked in a light tone but he was listening very carefully. He wanted to remember this so badly. To never forget it.

"Orange. What's yours? Wait. Let me guess", Deva held up his hand.

"Go ahead then", Varadha chuckled.

"Butterscotch"

"No"

"Chocolate"

"Second favourite"

"Damn. Vanilla?"

"God no", Varadha said scandalized.

"Alright then what is it?", Deva said, giving up.

"Grape", Varadha replied.

"What?! No, that's just not true"

"Why would I lie?", Varadha sniggered.

"Grape? Grape?! Grape. Okay, there is a darkness inside you that doesn't meet the eye.", Deva said wisely.

"Uh-huh. Sure, there is.", Varadha said, side eyeing him.

"There's the ice-cream stand. Finally, we found it. We should have really listened to that organizer. She was blushing so much when she met you. Well, so was I, but.... ", Deva babbled walking ahead of him.

Varadha just stood there. Remembering everything about this moment. Letting this moment wash over him.

Deva turned around and looked back at Varadha, raising his eyebrows, gesturing "What?" with his hands. He stretched out his hand towards Varadha. Varadha took it with no hesitation. Deva pulled him closer wrapping his arms around Varadha's waist as they walked together clumsily towards the ice-cream stand.

***

[fionarara]

+ hipster ! kenma .

+ tw : one mention of a drug, cigarettes, slight cat slander, please this is a joke

+ hipster ! kenma . owns a hairless sphynx cat, because cutesy cats with fluffy fur are for plebs + hipster ! kenma . who shows up to a kickback party at kuroo’s place and upon discovering that the fridge is only stocked full of ultra-generic basic beer brands, decides he would rather drink the warm belgium-imported craft beer which has not yet been cooled, because dude would never be caught holding a shitty bud light in hand or drinking a white claw + hipster ! kenma . “knows the DJ” when you walk into this music venue with him, but in actuality, they only had a singular random encounter on the street during one of kenma's smoke breaks from his part-time job at a local arcade bar: this DJ guy just happened to be strolling by when he casually asked kenma if he could bum a cig off of him and come in real quick just to use the bathroom

+ hipster ! kenma . says, not only is it too expensive to touch up the roots of your hair so often with bleach, but it’s also way too high maintenance, and according to hipster kenma, high-maintenance = highly manufactured, super lame. clearly, presenting with two-toned slightly unkempt hair with a heroin-chic grunge look is some sort of torch one can hold about their own authentic individuality against the status quo...and how one is too cool to give a fuck, yeah + hipster ! kenma . who only rolls his own cigarettes, being the loose tobacco aficionado he is, and uses Bali Shag brand–exclusively. shows you how to roll it just right into a small narrowed cone shape that’s precise and comfortable enough to rest between your pretty fingers, demonstrating how to twist the tip’s end of the handmade cig in the most exquisitely cool way so that when you flame it up, it'll flash with a dazzling little light show right before you take a puff and inhaaale + hipster ! kenma . shows you his entire collection of vintage 8-bit video games, his faves are the few that are most rare and special edition versions where only a handful in the world were made (500 copies worldwide to be exact) + hipster ! kenma . will often wear high quality acetate-plastic glasses with thick-rimmed frames – non-prescription. boy has 20/20 vision and, more often than not, has his bicolored strands of hair hanging over his eyes, barely able to see from his own peripheral vision, so can someone please explain why the guy has thirteen different varying-style pairs of them? + hipster ! kenma . who is, duh, a self-proclaimed male feminist. he even has a cat onesie for his hairless sphynx kitty made of organic cotton with the words 'The Future is Female' printed on it. he makes sure to put the garment on his penisy-looking cat before going out on any first date in case he happens to score that night by getting to bring the date home

+ hipster ! kenma . buys and then wears a thrifted 90s D.A.R.E. T-shirt three days in a row, but later that weekend does cocaine off the cover of a vinyl record by The Stokes at this hole-in-the-wall dive bar while attending Yamamoto’s birthday party

+ hipster ! kenma . hates every mainstream video game, yet you’ll still catch him playing Pokémon GO on the DL when he thinks no one is looking because the nostalgia can’t be beat no matter how much his little alt-heart tries, plus deep down he refuses to quit until he’s at least caught the shiny versions of Jolteon and Umbreon

+ hipster ! kenma . has a nose piercing, with a vintage sterling-silver stud that comes with a whole intricate story and history behind it that he purchased at this obscure pawn shop out in the arts district of a super hip neighborhood he heard about + hipster ! kenma . whose newest pair of skinny jeans are so tight on him, they’ve begun to chafe the delicate skin of his thighs and a small rash developed as a result (despite hinata repeatedly mentioning they were probably a bit too snug), so he takes himself in for a yearly doctor’s visit for a simple topical cream prescription fix when his physician informs him they’d detected some curious results of a lower sperm count, asking kenma if for any reason he’d been doing anything as of late that would impact his testicles…oopsie

+ hipster ! kenma . whose favorite beanie is definitely in need of a wash soon, however he can’t just go ruining the ethically-sourced organic cashmere it's made of and risk ruining this special material + hipster ! kenma . would grow a “dope stubble beard” – if only he could, but alas – (and he would use the word, alas, whenever sharing this dilemma with anyone) alas, he—cannot. “...damn my damned genetics...”

+ hipster ! kenma . has not been to see or support a nekoma game as an alumni ever since he seriously started working (–biking to work, by the way, because ‘excess fossil fuels are whack’) in the tech world at this startup company of some trendy new game app…since being associated with any jock conduct anymore is the antithesis of his counter-culture lifestyle now

+ hipster ! kenma . believes heavily in the issue of gentrification in the new neighborhood he just relocated to, without realizing he is part of the problem + hipster ! kenma. has a snide opinion about eeeeverything …

 + hipster ! kenma . part 2 . ⇢ + link2masterlist . ⇢

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inspired by the Kim possible circus fic

Ron and Kim are investigating strange activity at a rodeo and Ron wants to try being one of the bull riders

They both change into cowboy outfits but Kim goes off separately where she grabs herself a red rubber nose and big shoes to disguise herself as a rodeo clown. Ron stays just as a cowboy

Together, they have to stop some evil plot related to the rodeo bulls

A/N - I like the Idea and I am sure Kim and Ron really enjoyed this Rode-ish Mission. And they will think long time of how fun and full of action it was! Hope you are happy with the result, it got longer than i planned but thats fine :-)

Cowboys & Rodeo-Clowns

"Come on KP! I'll handle it so cool! Besides, we Stoppables were a bunch of famous rodeo cowboys!"

Ron straightened his cowboy hat once and grabbed a blade of grass to put between his teeth and act cool.

The blond-haired teenager was trying to enter the farm, which according to Wade's information is supposed to be a meeting place for a villain's plan.

But the prodigy with his technology wasn't quite sure who exactly that was. He only read something about it online…rumors that something big is going on at the farm in the middle of the country.

Villains who have a lot of money or are just looking for an adrenaline rush…some kind of entertainment show where a weapon or something bigger could be planned.

"We shouldn't get distracted… according to Wade, something is going on here, organized , by bad guys who hang around on a forum and are waiting for something at this place, at this time… and at this event… oh, I don't know… and your mom told me about the family… you would be the first rodeo rider ever", - Kim replied and quickly checked her make-up and outfit in her small folding mirror.

The two best friends had dressed up in cowboy outfits before the trip began.

Boots, hats, figure-hugging pants, red scarves and dark gloves.

Appropriate for the location.

Appropriate for a rodeo event.

Perfect… to go undercover in a crowd of potential bad guys and an event that, according to Wade, probably operates on the evil side… this disguise was perfect.

No one would suspect two cowboys/cowgirls as undercover agents in the crowd.

“But it’s a rodeo… with cool cowboys, brave cowgirls… angry bulls or cows…? And food! Hot dogs and cotton candy, right?”

At the word cotton candy, Rufus - Ron’s pet - climbed out of his pocket, sat on the teenager’s shoulder and clapped his little paws enthusiastically.

“And we’re not here to eat cotton candy and hot dogs because… is that a soft ice cream machine?” - Kim asked in surprise as they approached the forecourt of the farm, where several food stands had already been set up, balloons were being sold, there were hot dogs, candy floss and soft ice cream that you could buy… and a small stall where you could buy T-shirts, scarves, cowboy hats or even car stickers with the farm’s logo.

Unfortunately, the quiet beeping of Kim’s communication device prevented the two teenagers from fulfilling their plans to buy some of the delicious snacks.

Kim took the call and Rufus moaned about the cotton candy he hadn't bought.

"Hey Wade, what's up?"

Wade passed on the information that things were apparently hot in the forum and that there was a technology called R.B.C. and that some bad guys wanted to trade securities and other means of payment if this technology was successful. It seems to be some kind of successful market for investors or crazy bad guys.

"Let me guess… there are cow boys or cow girls, who are on this forum… and can also be found here?" - Kim concluded about this information.

"Correct. Be careful not to attract attention… mingle with the visitors and whatever this technology is… it must not fall into the hands of the bad guys. Break not a leg!" - Wade said goodbye and sipped a little Coke from a cup , before he told his two best friends before the conversation ended.

“What does R.B.C. stand for? Sounds like one of those sandwiches you can put together yourself… wow, you know what would be really nice, KP? A mini stand from Bueno Nacho”, Ron giggled and straightened his hat.

“Wade probably thinks so too, mingle with the visitors… take part in the rodeos? Oh, that will be so cool! And since these pants have a strong hold and belt… I'm sure I won't embarrass myself… if I should fall off at all", - Ron was determined to take part as a rodeo rider.

“Well, it would be a possibility… if this R.B.C. causes chaos… to take direct control of what is happening and prevent it from getting worse… but I have to camouflage myself a little first… I think I'll stand out with my red mane", - Kim decided, and Ron had a talent for being in the spotlight… a talent that they could put to good use.

Ron tried to do a cool spin and kick up a little dust, but his sense of balance failed him and he stumbled backwards into one of the white fences.

“Wow… that was the most impressive spin of the year… the rodeo bull will be scared of you Ron”, Kim grinned teasingly and disappeared for a moment to buy something from a stand selling decorative items.

Something to add a little touch to her cowgirl outfit and let her slip into a different role.

The tight top with the thin vest was complemented by a red clown nose, some red and white make-up on the face, and huge, colorful clown shoes… Kim changed from the cowgirl disguise to the role of the funny, clumsy rodeo clown… whose job , was to entertain the audience and help the cowboy escape from the bull and distract the angry animal.

"Fire extinguisher, are you lost or something?!" - came a giggling comment from a cowboy with dark brown hair who couldn't help but comment.

Kim made a stumbling, staged movement and a few pantomimic hand gestures, which the cowboy commented on with a broad grin and continued walking.

"Then let's head to the arena… or paddock? I've never been to a rodeo event like this before", - Kim decided, grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him along with her.

“Doesn’t your family have a farm?”, Ron wondered.

“That’s right. Uncle Slim & Cousin Joss live on a farm in Montana, but we haven’t seen them for ages…maybe we’ll go to them during the summer holidays…Dad and Slim are…always very difficult when they meet, according to Mum", - said Kim, and she hadn’t seen Slim and Joss for a really long time…but she remembered the visits to the big farm well…a rodeo thing would definitely be something for her little cousin Joss or even for Uncle Slim.

“And there were never rodeos there?”

“Not exactly…the farm has a few cows and lots of horses. Joss and Slim are really good riders!”

Kim and Ron joined the visitors who wanted to ride in the rodeos and would only get their turn in a few rounds. So the two best friends were content to just watch.

And it was really exciting.

Some cowboys or cowgirls won the tasks… others had to save their brave rodeo clowns from an attack by the snorting bull.

"Ron? The bull is behaving strangely and… is that a key chain on the collar… wait… bulls don't wear collars, do they? It's the color of the fur and doesn't immediately attract attention…?" - Kim nudged Ron and just moments later , the cowboy who was put on the animal was thrown in a high arc to the next fence within a few seconds.

The aggression was extremely high and the animal was pawing its feet restlessly.

"That's strange and…" - Ron couldn't continue speaking because he was taken to the bull by some cowboys and Kim was allowed to enter the small arena , to first entertain the spectators with a clown act and a few rubber balloon animals.

It was a good thing that the teen heroine had taken a course at the last summer camp and was now able to give a few younger children a few balloons and win a few applauding laughs with her clumsy tricks.

Ron, on the other hand, no longer had as much self-confidence.

Nobody seemed to notice the collar and the pendant on the bull and the aggression in the animal seemed to be increasing.

He snapped at the rodeo helpers and pawed his feet impatiently. He repeatedly banged his head against the wall of the box and waited to throw the stupid, annoying Ron off as soon as the arena was free.

“AAaaaaaaaah,” - Ron exclaimed in panic as the box doors were opened and the animal, without warning, rushed forward and ran to the next fence wall and started making quick, jerky movements.

The animal did everything it could to throw Ron off its back.

He clung to the straps of the saddle with all his strength and increasing panic and tried to keep his balance.

An almost silent sound was heard and the animal suddenly started to spin in circles.

Again and again, faster and faster and then it suddenly changed direction, ran towards a lower part of the arena, made a leap and jumped over it.

Ron let out a sharp scream of panic as part of the fence broke under the weight of the animal and the bull stumbled… what on earth was happening?

Kim's first instinct was to take off her huge shoes and support her best friend… because whatever was happening… it wasn't natural behavior… so sudden and so sudden… it made no sense… but a brief exchange of words stopped Kim from doing so.

“…..the diamond is in the pendant on the collar…..let's get to the cars before this idiot rips the collar off in his panic”

“Do you have the remote control so that this animal or the idiot doesn't destroy our getaway car?”

“Sure, one push and the animal stops like a robot”

Kim's gaze followed a man-woman duo in cowboy and cowgirl outfits who were discreetly making their way down the arena and into the parking lot. There was nothing going on there at the moment…all eyes went back to the arena, the paddock, where a new bull, a new cowboy and a new rodeo clown entertained the visitors.

On the way to follow the robbery duo, Kim grabbed a soft ice cream, prepared it with her glue lipstick , so that it had some kind of binding substance and would keep these two thieves in place and a rope from the souvenir shop also found its way into Kim's hands, while she tried not to crash-land in the pursuit with her big boots.

"KP! I don't want to be a rodeo cowboy rider anymore", - she heard Ron shout loudly and Rufus also clung to his owner.

The two partners in crime waited , until the angry bull was just in front of a dark van , that was parked a little way off the ranch's general parking lot and then , the man pulled out a small remote control, pressed the buttons and the bull stopped. He stood almost motionless.

“Who would have thought, that this useless mind control shampoo from Dr. Drakken, converted into another substance and with the help of DNAmy, would become a technological masterpiece for controlling things?” - the woman laughed and opened the driver's door of the dark car.

The man calmly walked towards the bull, removed the small pendant on the collar and a diamond appeared.

Kim unnoticed dialed the emergency call button, that was linked to her smartwatch and sent a silent alarm to the nearest police station before she went on the attack in her clown outfit and first brought the man down and then stuck him to the ground with the lipstick soft white glue, before she tied the woman to the bumper of the car with the rope and thus prevented her from escaping… because the lady couldn't fight particularly well… she was even so clumsy that she dropped the stolen diamond.

Something else , that unfortunately broke was the small remote control , that had just been used to control the bull through the pendant on the collar and that now pushed Ron completely off his back , with a violent jolt and shove and let out an angry snort before he calmly trotted over to the hot dog and enjoyed it after all the stress.

Ron landed on the ground and Rufus landed on a bale of hay at the edge of the parking lot.

“And now to you! What does R.B.C. mean?”

The man just looked at them angrily. The woman, on the other hand, cursed everything and everyone… she had wanted to get rich with the diamond and swap that stupid cowgirl outfit for a dress.

“An invention by DNAmy, stands for Rode-Bull-Control-Element!”

And so, while the police were arriving, Kim, Ron and Rufus learned that DNAmy had been experimenting with the mind control shampoo, which was still partly available as a joke and didn't work because it was a plan by Drakken that failed… brought it into a solid technological form and carried out the first experiments on mind control on bulls by wearing a collar with a pendant.

Which had promising results.

In exchange for a patent for the invention, the man-woman duo was supposed to bring her a diamond , that was hidden in the collar and pendant of the bull, who was now calmly eating a hot dog… DNAmy would be able to continue to finance her genetic experiments with the value of the diamond and the duo , would gain financial support from the patent , on the mind control of dangerous animals, which would make them rich… well, at least rich and in demand in the world of villains and rogues.

“I'd say it's game over for these clowns!” - said Ron with a grin as the police cars arrived and arrested the thieving duo.

Ron and Kim received words of praise and thanks, and the owner of the ranch also expressed his gratitude, and the two were allowed to choose a souvenir.

“I think Rufus and I will get bruises from the fall… but can we have a T-shirt with the cotton candy in the shape of a cowboy hat?”

Kim couldn't help but grin.

It was a good day… even if it was a little chaotic… but now Ron and Rufus got their cotton candy after all, and the rodeo-clown-cowboy adventure would soon be remembered well, by the two teenagers and Rufus for a long time.

THE END

[looosey]

My Day Centering Humans and Meeting Min Jin Lee

Written Mon 10/28/24

Today.... was a crazy day. I think so much happened that I just need to recount it all for future me.

Mid September

Literally over a month ago, I filled out a purple default google form with my information indicating interest in being part of the student Q&A for nobody other than one of my favorite authors of all time. How could this precious opportunity just be a first come first serve basis?

Wednesday, Oct 23

Impatient with over a month of silence, I emailed the Korean professor who sent out the email, and got a response to email the actual organizer. The firehose hit me before I got a chance to follow through.

Friday, Oct 25

Then magically on Friday, I got an email telling me I got off the waitlist to be a part of the Q&A on Monday (today).

Monday, Oct 28

9 a.m.

It was so fucking cold today. This morning I walked over to the Central Square bookstore in my new leather jacket (a la @park-haena), crisp 100% cotton white t-shirt and my mom's blue jeans, italian leather boots (2 in heels), beret hat, and leather gloves. Only to see an active film set and sympathetic looks from the set staff that the store was closed. I walked another 20 minutes to the Harvard book store and was told there that She had come in yesterday and bought out her collection. Here, I learned the power of calling ahead. I was late to media studies and I had skipped all last week so I hauled ass to the T to Kendall and booked it to class.

10:15 a.m.

During Media Studies, we were talking about the difference between supervised and unsupervised machine learning. And the last mile of AI/AGI development, and the human's role in teaching the AI how to do their own jobs. Our activity was using the webcam to train an interactive image classification model, a cool gizmo published by Google. Some times I am so saddened by how much computer science I have to think about in the media class I thought would be my respite. Other times, I am grateful to the class for giving me smaller respites of humanities questions in the field I have chosen to claim for myself.

I take a coffee break for longer than necessary, but in my defense, the coffee machine at the banana lounge brewed slowly and would be even slower for others if I took out the pot mid-brew. A freshman boy struck up a conversation with me, perhaps because I did my makeup today. I thought it was brave and very cute of him.

As class ended, I told my prof that the meeting time she suggested was good. She was so kind to write in a response to my previous assignment a small note of encouragement and support to continue pursuing media studies. I took her up on the offer to discuss more opportunities to engage with opportunities on campus!

11:30 a.m.

Boston is so expensive. A coffee and a croissant from Dunkin is as cheap and hearty as you can get near campus. So I got that right after class at the Stratton student center. Small cappuccino with half pump of pumpkin syrup and the ham and cheese croissant stuffer.

I settled in in the third floor wellbeing lounge and did an activity that I was reminded of in class. An AI chatbot, but with your future self, that was done in a research project that my LinkedIn friend worked on. Honestly, the hour I spent on that was actually quite disappointing. Probably because the LLM wasn't big enough, or wasn't trained on enough data, or wasn't fine-tuned with human feedback. But the advice 60-year-old Lucy provided was generic, and she didn't take into consideration the lengthy form responses I composed, totally misreading my personality.

That was sooo much more disappointing than it should've been, because I so deeply desire that connection with an elder and wiser being... but when your grandparents are dead and also so culturally different if they were alive, there are not really many options.

1 p.m.

I saw Her on the way into the room. She was dressed very stylish, and I know that because she was dressed like me, but better. Her leather black boots were unique. They were 4 inch heels but platform but narrow. Her jeans were straight and made her legs look so long. Her suit jacket was slim but not short and didn't try do that shit where it awkwardly peplums at the waist. She was wearing a white dress shirt but under another layer, to combat the cold: a cropped black knit vest or cardigan with a pattern that was neither old or trendy, but classic. Even her big gold hoops, were not circular and basic, but drooped elegantly. I didn't expect her to be so pretty.

I was early and so I walked in and claimed front center, surprised to see that the best two seats were taken by two girls I already knew over the past three years. They were nice enough to respond when I asked them questions, but it was clear that they were friends and Not Interested in being friends (with me). It was fine. Thinking about what I wanted to ask Her about Pachinko and Free Food For Millionaires, I was pre-occupied and basically shaking in my boots, so I texted Hanu for help. She responded immediately, which is rare, but in that moment I forgave her for every time she had not responded to me, because I actually really needed her then and I think she could sense that.

<the Q&A itself>

Her biggest advice was to talk to your peers. Which I thought was funny, because I tried, and LOL it was just ok.

She said many things that i expected. Geography means a lot to a person.

She said some things that i learned. To take away the sheer privilege of being at MIT. And to be Korean and do many things. Fill many roles in society. Where is the female Korean pilot?

She said some things that i was shaken by. Casey was not necessarily surrounded by bad men. Her first white boyfriend cheated with two sorority girls, but was that a sign he was a bad person? Or is that an innately human action? I don't understand the distinction.

She said she too was not always ready to be the best partner. She said as a writer, you should give each of your characters some patience and love. Hansu, might be her excetpion.

<the Keynote Talk>

I walked in and saw two girls I knew but were never that warm to me. I said hi, and we were cordial, and I said I"ll just sit behind you two. Rather just focus on the speaker today. And I scooted past an elder asian woman with the tiniest frame ever.

Then all the big wigs started mixing around in the front. Sally. Deans. Nobel laureates. Then one of my favorite professors walked in, and stopped by my row.

"do you know each other? I know you both from very different places." One influential talk later, I had lunch plans for Saturday with the korean lady next to me. And future plans for coffee with my professor.

Is it okay to ask a professor to pick their brains? Is it offensive?

Love people. Protect your peace. And walk down the path you actively choose.

[lovelylogans]

the parent trap

CHAPTER TEN: domine dirige nos

Remus spends a great deal of time weighing the most British way to say hello. He’s going to have to repress throwing in a what’s all this then, guv’nor? the entire time.

⁂

It’s hard to believe that eight weeks have gone by, Roman reflects as he looks around their cabin.

All their battle plans have been disassembled, the pieces of it packed carefully away to avoid any prying parents who might cotton onto their plot too quickly. Their beds are stripped, their trunks are packed (the pair of them packing their own trunk and helping the other twin pick out an outfit for the plane and subsequent reunion with each parent) and the cabin looks just as empty as it did when they first arrived.

“Big day’s here,” Remus says, and Roman turns to look at him.

He looks only minorly uncomfortable in Roman’s tweed suit; Roman can’t blame him in this blasted heat. He has Roman’s case in hand, Roman’s earrings in his ears, and even though they’ve done this sort of thing before, it’s still rather jarring.

“All right,” Roman says, adjusting Remus’ bright lime duffle over his shoulder, pushing Remus’ sunglasses up onto his head, Roman in green checkered shorts, and a jean jacket over a green, barely-clean Camp Walden t-shirt; Remus assures him that this will track well with the adults. Roman can only imagine this is the case, considering Remus had never once voiced interest in seeking out laundry services during their entire roomateship. 

“Tell me what the plan is when you get to London.”

“Arrive in Heathrow, where Uncle Logan will pick me up,” Remus says promptly. “Do the handshake, get in the car, be subtle, blame any weirdness on jet lag. You?”

“Arrive in San Francisco and switch planes for Napa County airport,” Roman recites.

“And chew your nails on the plane.”

“Ugh. And chew my nails on the plane. Papa will be there to pick me up and drive us back home. Maybe Virgil also, but most likely just Papa. Pa,” he corrects, enunciating it in Remus’ accent. 

“Reunite with Pa.”

“Reunite with Dad,” Remus says quietly.

They are both quiet at the enormity of this.

“Okay,” Roman says, and looks to the last piece of the cabin they have to pack up. “Last things.”

“Last thing,” Remus repeats.

Roman picks up Paddington from what has become his usual spot next to Cuppy, briefly kissing Paddington’s fuzzy little forehead.

“Take care of him,” Roman says anxiously.

Remus squeezes Cuppy tightly to his chest before he extends Cuppy to Roman.

“You’re probably going to do a better job with him than I ever did anyway.”

Their childhood bears change hands; each boy turns to lay their bear carefully in their luggage. Well, Remus tries his best to settle it neatly, finding a spot nestled within one of Roman’s jumpers; Roman figures chucking it in where it fits tracks well with Remus’ personality, just barely doing enough to make sure that Cuppy isn’t pinched by re-zipping his bag.

“Okay,” Roman says, and he inhales, exhales. “Okay. When we walk out of those doors… I’m you.”

“I’m you,” Remus repeats.

In unison, each boy takes on the habits they’ve spent six weeks observing. Remus straightens his back while Roman slouches; Roman cocks a hip to the side and settles his sunglasses low on his nose while Remus does up his top button; Remus starts to stride out of the door while Roman swaggers.

From now on, I am Remus Parker.

And I’ve never even heard the name Roman James.

⁂

When Roman said this was a looong plane ride, he was not kidding.

He shuffles through his carryon to make sure it’s as organized as Roman would have it. He digs through his pockets for anything fun to play with—no luck, but he does find his notes that he’d smuggled away. He reviews those to stay up-to-date on the minutiae of the life he’s about to steal.

That takes him about an hour.

Only about twelve hours to go.

Remus groans to himself and thunks his forehead against the plastic food tray.

Sleeping eats up about eight hours; the in-flight movie takes up another two.

And, very suddenly, the plane tilts, and the pilot comes over the crackly intercom, and Remus seeing his uncle and Dad is very suddenly less a vague in the future and a much more solid just about now.

Remus’ hands go up to his mouth, and he just barely stops himself before he bites down with a vengeance, instead adjusting to sit on his hands. Roman doesn’t chew his nails; Roman taps his foot or bounces his leg or messes with his hair.

So Remus starts bouncing his leg, staring out of the window as the plane breaks through the clouds, swooping low over the gray skyscrapers and massive churches and winding roads of London.

My Dad is somewhere down there, Remus thinks, and he starts bouncing his leg faster.

⁂

Okay, so when he thought just about now, he’d handily forgot the business of departing the plane.

Which takes. For. Ev. Er.

If everyone would just hurry up and grab their bags from the overhead bin—

But it’s fine, because now Remus is speedwalking through the hallway that attaches to the plane—Roman would know the word for that, so Remus just resolves not to say it—and racing into the gate, then through customs, holding his case tightly, turning to look through the crowds…

No, that man with spectacles has entirely the wrong hair color—that one almost looks right, but he’s too short—a similar suit as to what’s in the photographs, but the wrong face entirely—

Remus clambers up onto a seat to stand on, looking through the crowds, straining his neck, until—

“Roman!”

Remus turns his head; bustling through the crowd, hair a similar shade of brown as his and Roman’s, yes—there he is.

Remus’ Uncle. So strange he’s got an uncle!

(Yes, technically their dad’s cousin, he knows.)

“Uncle Logan!” Remus blurts out, grinning, and Uncle Logan’s upon him quick; before he can even think about it, Remus leans forward and wraps his arms tightly around his Uncle Logan’s shoulders.

Before Remus can panic if that’s something Roman would do or not, Uncle Logan is already holding him, lifting him up, and depositing him back on the ground.

“I missed you!” Remus says loudly, over the rush of the crowd in the airport.

“I’ve missed—goodness, Roman, what have you done to your hair?”

“Dyed it!” Remus says, combing his hand through his hair the way he’s seen Roman do it. “There was a boy in my cabin who—oh, it doesn’t matter, anyway, do you like it?”

“It’s very modern, isn’t it?” Uncle Logan says, briefly smoothing a hand over Remus’ hair. “Is this your first step toward trying out… oh, what are they called. That boyband boy, he has them—?”

“Frosted tips?” Remus says, then, thoughtfully, “I hadn’t really thought about it. Maybe I will.”

“Well, regardless, it’s very fashion-forward of you,” Uncle Logan says, then he extends a hand. 

Remus doesn’t gulp, even though he wants to: this is his first real test.

One shake—two—three—then Remus sticks out a hand, Logan puts his hand on top, the Remus’s then Logan’s again, down with their hands and up—they hit backs up of their hands, clap up middle down down down, snap to the hip—bump one hip, then hop for the other—grin to each other—then swap places, and shake hands once more.

Uncle Logan smiles at him. “Welcome back.”

Remus lets out a soft sigh of relief.

“Come along, then,” Uncle Logan says, gathering Roman’s case. “Let’s get you home.”

Remus beams up at him.

⁂

Oh, wow, this is swanky, Remus thinks, trying to be subtle about running his hands over the nice leather.

Uncle Logan and him are seated in the back of a chauffeur’s car, Uncle Logan occasionally switching from reading the society pages of the paper to asking Remus the occasional question about camp to watching as Remus stares out of the windows, trying not to be too obvious about gawking at all the landmarks that speed by.

Big Ben—the London bridge—Remus abandons all pretense and just starts leaning out of the open window at that point—Westminster Abbey—Buckingham palace—

“Eight weeks at camp and you’re acting like an American tourist,” Uncle Logan says, amused, folding down one corner of the newspaper.

“Camp makes you appreciate home more, I guess,” Remus says, distracted by some street performer holding still as a statue. “Oh, Uncle Logan, look at the guards with their funny little hats!”

“You’ve seen the guards a thousand times!” Uncle Logan says, the edge of a disbelieving laugh in his voice.

“But never with dyed hair,” Remus retorts, “and never after eight weeks away from home!”

Uncle Logan simply shakes his head and returns his attention to his paper, murmuring something about children.

They keep driving past great big museums and churches—a lot of other buildings Remus is sure are historically important for some reason—and they turn onto a quieter side street, lined with roses and hydrangeas, and Remus is suddenly very sure they’re coming up on Pembroke Lane.

Remus sits abruptly back in his chair, rolling his window up and combing his fingers quickly through his hair.

“How do I look?” Remus asks Uncle Logan. 

“Only a little like you’ve just spent the past thirty minutes with your head out of the car window.”

Remus combs his fingers through his hair a little more aggressively as the car meanders through the lanes, and suddenly they’re pulling up to a door and they’re slowing down and—

And there’s a set of columns with the number 7 on them.

“Here we are,” the chauffeur says, putting the car in park, before he gets out and opens the door for Remus. “Home again.”

“Thank you,” Remus says breathlessly, staring up at the house.

There’s an open window, and curtains that move with the faint suggestion of someone behind them.

That could be my Dad.

And Remus is up the stairs and his hand is on the great golden knob before anyone else can open any doors for him. 

Roman’s sketch, come to life in roaring color; the walls are painted a faint shade of orange, the stairs curving up the wall just like in Roman’s image. Remus takes a deep breath and sidesteps into the parlor, yes, that’s right, that’s what Grandfather calls it—

Only to see a banner hanging from the ceiling above the arch that leads into the less formal dining room.

WELCOME HOME ROMAN, it reads, with Roman in a glittery red script, streamers hanging down, and Remus can’t help but grin at it.

Roman probably would’ve loved that.

There’s a faint cough, and Remus jolts to attention—yes, there’s the doorway to the study with the leather chairs and the towering bookshelves, and Remus scampers toward the sound as quickly as he can. 

Remus comes face to face with—

A newspaper.

Remus chews his lip, before he clears his throat.

“Grandfather?”

It comes out reedier and higher than expected, but the newspaper folds and suddenly there’s a man; white-haired and balding, bespectacled, besuited, be-tweeded, be-mustached, a pipe in his mouth, just like Roman said he might.

“Is that my little boy?” Grandfather exclaims in amazement, taking the pipe from his mouth and removing his glasses. “That tall, gangly thing?!”

“It’s me,” Remus manages, dropping Roman’s case to the floor as Grandfather stands, spreading his arms.

“Welcome home,” he says, and he embraces Remus. Remus wraps his arms around his Grandfather—his Grandfather!—and hugs him for all he’s worth.

“Did you have a good time, darling?”

“Uh-huh,” Remus mumbles, burying his face into his Grandfather’s chest, covered in tweed as it is. “Great time.”

“What on earth are you doing?” He says, amused.

“Just… smelling.”

“Smelling?” Grandfather chuckles. “Whatever for?”

“I’m making a memory,” Remus says. “Whenever I think of you, Grandfather, even if it’s when I’m all grown up, I’ll remember that you always smell of—” he takes a big whiff, “peppermints and pipe tobacco!”

“Be a dove and don’t tell your father I was smoking when you got back, hey? I’ve told him I’ve cut back,” Grandfather says, chucking his chin, and Remus thinks of Pa and misses him so intensely for a moment, just a moment, and—

“I never do.”

“Good lad.”

“Roman?”

A voice floats down the staircase, through the parlor and the study, a lovely voice like one on a radio or a nature documentary with a smooth accent just like Uncle Logan and Grandfather’s and Roman’s. 

Remus jolts for the archway of the parlor, where he stares up at the face of the voice in question.

Remus’ entire body locks up for a moment.

He looks almost entirely like his photograph, except at this angle Remus can see the port-wine stain splashed across his cheek and he’s changed the way he styles his hair. His Dad is dressed in tailored palazzo pants, brown, high-waisted, and cinched at the waist with a crisp white shirt, with pretty gold-and-pearl dangly earrings and a matching bracelet. 

He’s still so handsome; even outside of the elaborate suit he’d worn for his wedding all those years ago, he looks like a movie star.

And then Remus is running.

“Dad!”

“You’re back!” His Dad says, quickening his pace down the stairs, and Remus flings his arms around his shoulders, burying his face into the crook of his neck.

His father presses a kiss to his temple, and smooths a hand over his hair just like Roman said he would, and Remus inhales like he did with Grandfather too. Remus’ burgeoning vintner nose picks up freesia, sandalwood, sage; some fancy, expensive cologne to match with the rest of his glamorous appearance.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” Remus says, and hopes beyond hope he isn’t snotting into his father’s fancy shirt. What a first impression that would be, even if his Dad doesn’t know he’s making one!

“And I can’t believe it’s you,” his Dad says, putting his hands on his shoulders and pulling back to look at his face. “And with dyed hair!”

“A boy I met at camp did it—do you like it? Do you hate it?” Remus says anxiously.

“I absolutely love it,” his Dad reassures him, smoothing a hand over it. “Very unique! Whichever friend of yours helped with this managed a good dye job for a boy your age! Oh, and a switch to silver, I see,” he adds, touching Remus’ earrings.

“Uh—yeah, I thought I’d try it.” Remus says. “Silver and diamond—old classics, right?”

“It’s all very chic,” his father says warmly, and Remus glows from the praise. His Dad thinks he’s chic! “Experimenting with your style is precisely what you should be doing at this age. I’m very proud of you, finding ways to express yourself like this.”

His Dad is proud of his self-expression!

“Any other surprises?” His Dad says, grinning. “I’m afraid I shall have to have a stern word with any of your camp counselors if you managed to sneak off and get a tattoo or something.”

Remus laughs, wiping a hand under his eye and shaking his head. 

His dad cups his face and sweeps his fingers under his eyes.

“What is it, Rome?”

“I’m sorry,” Remus chokes out. “It’s just—I’ve missed you so much!”

“Oh, darling,” his Dad says, leaning in to hug him again. “It seems like it’s been forever.”

Remus snuffles, leaning harder into the embrace. “You have no idea.”

⁂

Roman, Janus thinks as he observes his son carefully splitting open a scone and smothering it with jelly, seems a bit… different.

He seems mostly recovered from his tearful little wobble on the stairs—at least, he’s been devouring the tea that Logan’s set up for them both.

(Logan, the neat freak, is unpacking Roman’s luggage to tuck it all away and start on laundry. Clutter seems to give him hives, always has, since they were children together and Logan would categorically refuse to leave any room without returning his books to the shelf and the toys to their proper places.)

Perhaps it’s just because he’s a few centimetres taller. Or he’s jet-lagged, or it’s the hair, or he’s recovering from eight weeks spent around a boisterous crowd of teenage boys.

There’s something. Janus just can’t quite put his finger on it yet.

“Should I get more?” Janus says, watching Roman carefully as he attempts to fit the scone into his mouth whole. “Would you rather a late lunch or an early dinner? I know plane meals aren’t necessarily the most appetizing…”

Roman shakes his head, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk. Janus waits patiently as he chews, takes a small mouthful of tea, and swallows.

“It’s been ages since I’ve had a proper tea, s’all,” Roman says, before he picks up a sandwich.

“Well, I can certainly understand that,” Janus says, picking up a sandwich himself. “No one makes a cuppa quite like a James. I’ll have to thank Logan again.”

Roman nods eagerly in agreement, about to shove the sandwich into his mouth before he hesitates and takes a much more manageable bite.

Americans have eroded his table manners, Janus thinks but doesn’t say, taking a sip of his own tea.

“Tell me all about camp,” Janus says. “Have you made plenty of new friends?”

“Some,” Roman says, then, gesturing to the streak in his hair, “The guy in my cabin who helped me do this—Augustus, but everyone calls him Gus—I guess I got closest to him. He’s an American, he lives in California.”

Janus’ back stiffens. Ever so slightly. Not so much that Roman can tell.

“Have you ever been to California?”

Hm. Maybe he could.

“Once,” Janus says in a light, airy tone, setting down his sandwich. “A long time ago, before you were born.”

Roman accepts this without much commentary, instead changing the subject to how Camp Walden looks; Janus has heard some of this from Logan, but it’s nice to hear it in Roman’s own words. 

And also to steer away from that particularly smiley, tall, infuriating, dishy subject—

Stop, Janus orders himself, and refocuses on Roman’s descriptions of the lake, watching the way his hands cut through the air as he describes it.

(It’s no use; Janus thinks of him at least once a day, (oh he’s lying to himself with that number) more so when Roman smiles in that way he does, that same dimple flashing out of his cheek.)

And then Janus’ landline rings.

Janus sighs in frustration, setting down his teacup. “I’m sorry, dear, would you mind—”

“No, go on, go on,” Roman says, getting up himself; Janus crosses the room, picking up the phone and placing it to his ear.

“Janus James speaking.”

He turns slightly to watch out of the corner of his eye as Roman meanders to his dresser. Roman lifts his cologne to his nose, sniffs it, and examines the label; he sets it down, and then lifts the lid of his jewelry box.

Little cad is probably trying to find some jewelry he can pretty-please borrow it for just thirty seconds Dad please, Janus thinks in amusement. He hopes he does; Janus thinks those imitation-emerald teardrops might suit him well, now that it seems like he’s taking steps outside of his red-and-gold signature colors... 

An aggrieved sigh makes its way through the phone lines. “Hi, Janus, it’s Vendela.”

“Ah. Hello, Vendela,” Janus says, trying not to wince; if Vendela is calling, then it’s probably a fiasco. “How’s the photoshoot going?”

“No one can make a decision and everyone is five minutes away from nuclear war, from the sounds of it. I mean, really, we’ve had this look set for ages—”

“Precisely—we’ve had it set for ages, can’t you manage without me? Roman’s just gotten home from camp.”

“Oh, bring him, please, if that’ll get you here!” Vendela urges, then, in a whisper, “this photographer they’ve brought is a nightmare, honestly, and this director of photography barely knows lace from satin, so he’s no help at all—”

“Okay, hold on a moment.” Janus puts his phone to his shoulder. “Roman?”

Roman turns from where he’d been tracing the frame of one of Janus’ sketches, the first design that had really netted him any sort of main-stream attention.

“Would you mind terribly coming to the studio with me?”

A huge grin bursts out on Roman’s face. “I’d love it!”

⁂

And so they’re off through the streets of London again, Remus now admittedly a little loopy from the whole meeting his Uncle and Grandfather and Dad and that tea may have been a bit more caffeinated than he’s used to and also the jet lag—but Roman had said it would get worse if he went to sleep earlier than he usually went to bed according to local time, so up Remus will stay with absolutely no napping.

His Dad holds his hand when they walk along major streets, which, if it were anyone else, Remus would probably protest, but as it is, Remus is happily swinging their hands between them and is only vaguely aware that he’s probably jabbering Dad’s ear off.

“—and eventually I ended up winning a key to the kitchen in a poker game, so I could get into the kitchen at night like all the older boys at camp.”

“Yes, I remember you wrote me about that. Odd tradition, isn’t it?”

“Very,” Remus says in an enthusiastic tone he realizes is a bit off for Roman on this particular subject, but he hastily adds, “Dad, there are so many weird American foods!”

There. He’s righted the course. Roman had been very enthusiastic about the concept of American foods.

“I don’t doubt it,” Dad says, amused, then, craning his neck to look ahead, “ah, blasted traffic! They’ve started construction up there since you’ve been gone.” 

Remus nods, pretending he knows anything about London roads.

“All right, hold on tightly, now, we’re taking an uncharted course.” Dad says, and Remus falls in quick step alongside his Dad as they skirt around cars come to a dead stop in this traffic, heading quickly for another sidewalk.

“What was your favorite?” Dad urges, squeezing his hand once they’ve gotten past all the cars. “Of all these weird American foods you tried.”

“Chili,” Remus blurts out, curses himself for saying his favorite food rather than Roman’s, and then realizes that Dad probably wouldn’t have asked if he already knew what Roman’s favorite American food is.

“Isn’t that some sort of stew? Odd choice for summer.”

“Nice on rainy days, though,” Remus says, craning his neck up to look at the cloudy, overcast skies above.

“Yes, I suppose a nice warm stew is rather nice on rainy days—and we’re back on course,” Dad says, adjusting the brown, buttery leather satchel slung over his shoulder with his free hand. “Just a bit longer now, Roman, I wasn’t expecting us to have to deal with a fashion emergency today…”

“S’allright,” Remus says contentedly, skipping over a crack in the sidewalk. “I like the studio. An official photoshoot sounds fun.”

“Well, I’m pleased one of us thinks so,” Dad says. “Tell you what—we’ll stop at that dreadful little chippy you like on the way back. I’ll phone Father and Logan for their orders, remind me to do that after the shoot, won’t you?”

“Deal!” Remus says happily. Roman had raved about fish and chips; Remus is excited to try for himself. 

And soon—very soon—a building Remus has only seen in sketches:

JANUS JAMES is on the building above an awning, and Remus pulls his Dad up to the window, gawking at the mannequin.

The mannequin is wearing a dress that would look perfectly at home in a Disney movie: a full, ballgown style skirt, dramatic lace details, the back studded with buttons like pearls.

They’ve also put a Vespa in the display. A full, real white Vespa!

“Wow!” Remus says.

“Well, I had to do something while you were away at camp,” Dad says, amused, and Remus curses himself again: what if this had been a design that Roman had seen a hundred times before?!

There’s a mannequin clearly meant to be a spouse, too, in a suit that matches-mostly-but-not-too-matchy, in Remus’ professional opinion; he stares up at it thoughtfully.

“You know who would look beautiful in that?” Remus says, pointing. “Like, really beautiful?”

“Who?” Dad says, still examining the display with a critical eye.

“You.”

That gets Dad’s attention. “Me?!”

“You look really good in white and pearls!” Remus says, gesturing to his outfit today; Dad’s added a matching brown coat to his flowy pants, and the buttery brown satchel is resting casually on his shoulder. Remus is frankly uncertain how he still looks like he could be on the cover of a magazine after walking through city streets for so long.

Dad snorts, reaching over to gently tweak his ear. “I think this jet lag is making you a little loopy.”

Remus cannot deny that. Especially in comparison to what must be Baseline Normal Roman Behavior.

“C’mon,” Dad says, physically turning him away from the window and towards the door. “Let’s go see what all the fuss is about.”

They enter the boutique, and Remus, wary of his near miss with the window, tries his absolute best to act like he’s never seen the inside before. 

But it’s really something.

There’s flowy white gowns made of almost every material and style Remus can think of, and quite a few he can’t even name; suits are tucked alongside one side of the building; and Remus can’t get much of a closer look at the impressive chandelier or the couches meant for people to spectate dress shopping without losing track of his Dad, who is heading for a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY with the sort of confidence that, Remus assumes, can only come from having his name on the building.

Remus falls into step beside him as Dad traverses up the stairs, past a few assistants who bid them both hello and keep going, and finally, he opens a door ahead of them.

“All right, I’m here,” Dad announces, removing his jacket and satchel and tossing them onto a nearby chair without breaking stride on his way to the mode.

Remus gapes safely at the scene before them. Makeup artists, lighting technicians, the director of photography, and some of who must be Dad James employees who are fixing the train of the models’ dress all turn to look at him.

“Ah, we’re saved,” says the woman who Remus is pretty sure is Vendela. “Sorry—we don’t know what to do with the veil…”

“If she wears it, it covers the back of the dress,” the photographer explains, “if she doesn’t, it looks—”

“Incomplete,” Dad finishes for him. “Quite right. Now,” he addresses the model, “can you try turning sideways with your chin up?”

The model positions herself accordingly. 

“Yes, I see the problem,” Dad says, putting a thoughtful hand to his chin. “Can I have the veil?”

An assistant quickly hands it over.

“Roman, darling?”

Remus startles, not expecting to be included in Grown Up Business Of Import.

“Pass me one of those hats on display in the window, will you please?”

Remus scuttles over to the display in question; he’s not really sure why his Dad has requested a hat rather than a tiara (several on display to the right) or a jeweled headpiece (one’s already attached to the veil, but there are more options in the display to the left) and hesitates at the sight of his options.

He picks the two fanciest—tophats, one entirely black and one entirely white—and moves to his Dad, holding them up for approval.

“Which do you like best?” Dad prompts him.

Remus cannot help but feel like this is some kind of test.

“The white one,” he says. 

His Dad shoots him a smile, quick and secretive, and takes it before schooling his face back into a businesslike, stern expression. “Me too.”

The sense of approval washes over Remus with the enormity of an ocean wave.

“Try this,” Dad says, doing some sort of magic to affix the veil to the hat and passing it to the model. “Yes, toss the veil straight back and turn, I want to make sure the detail comes through…”

And as the model turns, Remus suddenly understands why he went for a hat rather than a tiara or a headpiece: the hat’s taller than a tiara or a headpiece would be, making the veil a bit shorter, which means the detail on the back of the dress is much more obvious.

Dad steps back, too, out of path of the camera, as various assistants and the photographer and director make sounds of approval and ahhs.

“See that? Beautiful, how it falls just there,” Dad says, then, to the model, “Don’t worry about the bouquet as much, just remember to look happy, it is,” with a sarcastic smirk, “your wedding day. What number is it now, your fifty-seventh shoot you’ve done with us?”

That does make the model laugh, and the camera goes off with a great flashbulb pop, and Remus witnesses his first ever high-fashion photoshoot.

Dad is too cool.

⁂

There must be something in his face by the time they get to the chippy, because Dad calls the chauffeur to come meet them there and drive them the rest of the way home.

As they wait—for both the orders and the car—Remus takes his chance.

“Dad?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Doesn’t designing all these wedding gowns ever make you think about getting married again?”

There is something almost like panic in his Dad’s eyes. Interesting.

“Or at least,” Remus pushes, “make you think about the F-word?”

“The F-word!” Dad exclaims. 

“My father,” Remus says, trying to look innocent and probably failing, but Dad is too preoccupied by letting out the relieved laugh of a parent who realizes they get to live another day without explaining profanity to a child.

“Oh, that F-word.” 

Remus raises his eyebrows at him.

“Well—no, actually,” Dad says. “I’ve never worn a wedding gown, you see, much less when I married the F-word.” 

Dad’s name is called; they shuffle forward to accept their boxes of greasy food, then back to their waiting place. Remus thinks it might be a little bit torturous to wait until they get all the way back before eating this.

“You can’t avoid the subject forever,” Remus says. “Can you tell me what he was like, at least?”

His Dad sighs, chewing the inside of his mouth, before:

“He was quite lovely, to tell you the truth,” he says, then, quieter, “when we met, he was actually entirely lovely. Lovelier than I thought I’d ever… well.”

That tracks well with Remus’ standing of Pa, but Roman doesn’t know that.

“Did you meet him here in London?” Remus pushes.

“No—we met on the QE2.”

“The what?”

“The Queen Elizabeth II. It’s an ocean liner, it sails from London to New York,” Dad says. “You know how I am about flying, and I suppose your father wasn’t too fond of it either, and the opportunity presented itself—he told me he’d always wanted to try a cruise.”

Remus waits, quiet.

“We met our first night on board the ship, we were seated next to each other at dinner, and I suppose that’s history. He’s an American, you know.”

Remus digs deep for an appropriately sappy, Roman-esque question.

“Was it love at first sight?”

Nailed it.

Dad simply laughs, cranes his neck, and says, “Oh, look, there’s the car!”

Remus lets out a little sigh to himself, but he lets the inquisition go as his Dad shuffles the boxes and opens an umbrella for them both on their mad dash to the car, trying their best to avoid any puddle splatterings.

It’s not like, Remus reflects gleefully, I don’t have loads of time to keep asking him all sorts of questions.

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From Baby to Big Kid: The Best Online Stores for Boys' Clothing

When it comes to dressing boys, parents want clothing that is stylish, comfortable, and durable. Shopping online makes this process easier by providing a wide selection of options. Whether you’re looking for baby onesies, school outfits, or trendy activewear, there are many great online stores to explore. In this guide, we’ll highlight the best places to shop for boys' clothing from infancy to pre-teen years.

Factors to Consider When Buying Boys' Clothes Online

Before making a purchase, consider these key factors:

Material: Soft, breathable fabrics like cotton and bamboo are ideal for kids.

Sizing: Check size charts, as different brands have varying measurements.

Pricing: Compare prices and look for discounts or bundle deals.

Durability: Kids are active, so clothing should withstand frequent washes and playtime.

Seasonal Trends: Make sure to buy clothing appropriate for the upcoming season.

Top Online Stores for Baby Boys (0-24 Months)

1. Carter’s

A trusted brand known for affordable, high-quality baby clothes.

2. Ro&Fern

Offers stylish, cozy, and sustainable outfits for infants.

3. H&M Kids

Trendy, budget-friendly baby clothing with eco-friendly options.

4. PatPat

Great for trendy baby outfits at low prices.

Best Stores for Toddlers (2-5 Years)

1. Old Navy

Affordable and stylish options with frequent sales.

2. The Children’s Place

Great deals on toddler essentials like jeans, t-shirts, and pajamas.

3. Ro&Fern

Organic cotton clothing with fun designs.

4. Target

Carries a variety of brands with stylish yet budget-friendly options.

Where to Shop for Boys Aged 6-12

1. Nike Kids

Perfect for active boys who need durable sportswear.

2. Zara Kids

Fashion-forward clothing with a European touch.

3. Ro&Fern

Offers stylish, high-quality options for older kids.

4. Abercrombie Kids

Trendy and comfortable clothing for school and outings.

Sustainable and Ethical Clothing Options

For parents prioritizing sustainability, these brands are excellent choices:

Pact: Organic, fair-trade cotton clothing.

Mini Rodini: Stylish, eco-conscious fashion.

Primary: Gender-neutral, durable, and toxin-free clothing.

Budget-Friendly Online Retailers

For parents on a budget, these stores offer great deals:

Walmart: Affordable everyday wear.

Ro&Fern: Trendy styles at ultra-low prices.

Amazon Essentials: Basics and multipacks at competitive prices.

Luxury & Designer Boys’ Fashion

For premium clothing, consider these high-end brands:

Ralph Lauren Kids – Classic and timeless styles.

Burberry – Elegant and high-quality pieces.

Gucci Kids – Luxury fashion for little trendsetters.

Best Stores for Sportswear & Activewear

If your child is into sports, these stores have top-notch activewear:

Adidas Kids – Trendy athletic gear.

Under Armour – Durable and comfortable sportswear.

Puma – Stylish and performance-driven outfits.

Seasonal & Special Occasion Outfits

From holiday outfits to summer gear, check out:

Christmas & Holiday Wear: Macy’s, Janie and Jack.

Wedding & Formal Attire: Nordstrom Kids, H&M.

Summer Outfits: Old Navy, Ro&Fern.

Shopping Tips for Parents

Sign up for newsletters to receive exclusive discounts.

Compare prices across multiple stores.

Read customer reviews before purchasing.

Check return policies for easy exchanges.

FAQs

1. What’s the best store for affordable boys’ clothing?

Walmart, Amazon Essentials, and SHEIN Kids offer budget-friendly options.

2. Which stores have the best sustainable clothing?

Pact, Mini Rodini, and Primary focus on eco-friendly apparel.

3. Where can I find stylish sportswear for my son?

Nike Kids, Adidas Kids, and Under Armour have great selections.

4. Are online stores better than physical stores for kids' clothing?

Online stores offer more variety, better deals, and easy returns.

5. How do I choose the right size when shopping online?

Check brand-specific size charts and read customer reviews for accuracy.

6. What’s the best store for formal boys’ outfits?

Nordstrom Kids and Ralph Lauren Kids offer excellent dresswear options.

Conclusion

Finding the perfect outfits for boys of all ages is easier than ever with these top online stores. Whether you're looking for budget-friendly finds, sustainable fashion, or trendy sportswear, there's something for everyone. Happy shopping!

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Boys’ T-Shirts: A Perfect Blend of Style and Comfort

T-shirts have long been a wardrobe staple for boys of all ages. From toddlers to teenagers, boys’ t-shirts are the go-to clothing item for casual wear. Whether it’s for a day at school, a playdate at the park, or lounging at home, a well-fitted, comfortable t-shirt can make all the difference. But beyond just being a basic piece of clothing, today’s t-shirts for boys offer an incredible variety of styles, designs, and materials to suit every personality and need.

The Essential Features of a Good Boys' T-Shirt

When selecting a t-shirt for boys, a few key factors stand out. First, comfort is king. Boys are active by nature, and they need a t-shirt that allows them to move freely without feeling restricted. That’s why the fabric plays a huge role in choosing the right one. Cotton is the most popular choice due to its softness, breathability, and ability to wick away moisture, keeping boys cool and comfortable throughout the day. Blended fabrics like cotton-polyester mixes are also a good option, providing a bit more durability while still maintaining softness.

Next, we have durability. Boys tend to be rough on their clothes, whether it’s from playing outdoors, engaging in sports, or simply from their daily activities. A high-quality t-shirt should be able to withstand frequent washing and wear without losing its shape, fading, or developing holes.

Finally, fit is crucial. An ill-fitting t-shirt can cause discomfort or look sloppy. For younger boys, parents often look for looser fits to accommodate growth, while older boys might prefer more tailored or slim-fit options to match their personal style.

A Variety of Styles for Every Boy

Gone are the days when boys’ t-shirt were limited to plain, solid colors. Today’s market offers a wide array of designs and patterns, catering to different tastes and preferences. Here are some of the most popular styles:

Graphic Tees: One of the most fun and creative options, graphic tees allow boys to express their personalities through cool designs, characters, or logos. From superheroes and favorite cartoon characters to sports teams and funny slogans, there’s a graphic t-shirt for every interest. This type of tee is perfect for making a statement or showing off a favorite hobby.

Striped or Patterned Tees: For those who prefer a more subtle look, striped or patterned t-shirts provide a stylish alternative. Horizontal stripes, plaid patterns, or simple geometric shapes give a classic, timeless vibe while still keeping things visually interesting.

Solid Colors: You can never go wrong with a basic solid-colored t-shirt. These are versatile, easily paired with jeans, shorts, or even under a jacket for a more polished look. They can be dressed up or down depending on the occasion and are perfect for boys who prefer a simple, clean-cut style.

Sporty T-Shirts: Boys who are into sports or physical activities often gravitate toward athletic t-shirts made from moisture-wicking materials like polyester or nylon blends. These shirts are lightweight and designed to keep boys dry and comfortable, even during intense play or exercise. Many sporty tees also feature bold designs or team logos, adding to their appeal.

Season-Specific Options

While short-sleeve t-shirts are perfect for warm weather, there are options designed for every season. In cooler months, long-sleeve t-shirts or layered tees (where one shirt looks like two layered pieces) are great for providing extra warmth while maintaining that casual, laid-back style. Hooded t-shirts are another trendy option, combining the comfort of a t-shirt with the warmth of a hoodie, making them ideal for those transitional weather days.

Sustainable and Eco-Friendly Choices

As sustainability becomes a more important factor for many parents and brands, eco-friendly boys' t-shirts made from organic cotton or recycled materials are becoming more popular. These t-shirts not only reduce the environmental impact but also often come with additional benefits like being softer, hypoallergenic, and free from harmful chemicals. They provide parents with peace of mind knowing their child is wearing something safe and environmentally responsible.

The Final Word

A boys' t-shirt might seem like a simple piece of clothing, but it plays a key role in any boy's wardrobe. With the perfect blend of comfort, durability, and style, t-shirts have become much more than just casual wear. Whether he prefers bold, expressive graphic tees, classic stripes, or sporty designs, there’s a t-shirt out there to match every boy’s personality and lifestyle. So next time you’re shopping for your son, nephew, or little brother, remember that a t-shirt is more than just fabric – it’s a chance to let him shine in his own unique way.

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From Pajamas to Jackets: Essential Toddler Boys Clothes You Need

When shopping for toddler boys clothes, parents often seek comfort, style, and durability. From playtime to bedtime, dressing your little one with the right outfits can make all the difference. In this guide, we'll explore must-have items for a toddler boy's wardrobe, including trendy toddler boy pajamas, versatile jackets, and other essentials to keep him cozy and stylish all year long.

Why Choose the Right Toddler Boys Clothes?

At this stage, children are constantly on the move, exploring the world around them. This means their clothing should be durable, comfortable, and adaptable to various activities. Whether it’s a chilly day outside or time for bed, the right pieces ensure your toddler is always dressed appropriately. Plus, a well-chosen wardrobe makes those quick morning routines a lot easier!

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Essential Toddler Boys Clothing Items for Every Wardrobe

1. Cozy Toddler Boy Pajamas for a Good Night's Sleep

Every child deserves a comfortable night’s rest, and toddler boy pajamas play a crucial role in ensuring quality sleep. Look for options made from soft, breathable fabrics like cotton, which are gentle on your toddler's skin.

Some features to look for in high-quality toddler boy pajamas include:

Elastic Waistbands: For easy dressing and a snug, secure fit.

Breathable Fabric: Cotton or organic materials to keep your little one cool and comfortable.

Fun Prints and Colors: Kids love vibrant designs with their favorite characters, animals, or patterns that make bedtime exciting.

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2. Stay Warm and Stylish with a Toddler Boy Jacket

As the weather cools down, having a versatile toddler boy jacket is a must. From outdoor adventures to family outings, a good jacket keeps your child warm without compromising on style.

When selecting a toddler boy jacket, consider:

Water-Resistant Materials: Perfect for those rainy or snowy days.

Hooded Designs: Added protection against the elements with a cozy hood.

Zippered Pockets: Great for storing little treasures your toddler might find during outdoor play.

At shopdennys.com, you’ll find a variety of jackets designed for every season, ensuring your toddler stays warm and trendy during outdoor adventures.

3. Comfortable Everyday Wear: T-Shirts and Pants

While toddler boy pajamas and jackets are essentials, don’t forget about everyday wear like t-shirts and pants. Look for comfortable, easy-to-wear options that can handle a day of active play.

Here are some tips for choosing the right everyday clothes:

Durable Fabrics: Toddlers are active, so opt for materials like cotton blends that can withstand the wear and tear of daily activities.

Elastic Waistbands: Makes it easy for toddlers to dress themselves, encouraging independence.

Playful Prints: Shirts and pants with fun designs keep your child looking adorable while offering comfort.

4. Special Occasion Outfits for Toddler Boys

Special occasions call for outfits that are both stylish and comfortable. Whether it’s a family gathering or a birthday party, dressing your toddler in a cute little outfit makes these moments even more memorable. Look for items like collared shirts, stylish trousers, and dressy jackets to create a polished look.

For the perfect balance between comfort and style, browse our selection of special occasion clothes for toddler boys at shopdennys.com.

Tips for Shopping Toddler Boys Clothes Online

Buying toddler boys clothes online can be a convenient way to find stylish outfits for your child. Here are a few tips to ensure you get the best shopping experience:

Check Size Guides: Toddlers grow quickly, so always refer to size charts to ensure the best fit.

Read Reviews: Reviews from other parents can provide insight into the quality and fit of clothing items.

Look for Versatile Pieces: Focus on items that can be mixed and matched to create different outfits, giving you more value for your money.

At shopdennys.com, our detailed size guides and extensive product descriptions make it easy to find the perfect fit for your toddler.

Caring for Your Toddler Boys Clothes

Taking care of toddler boys clothes ensures they last longer and look great after multiple washes. Here’s how to keep them in top condition:

Wash in Cold Water: Helps maintain the color and fabric quality.

Use Gentle Detergents: To protect your toddler’s sensitive skin.

Air Dry When Possible: Keeps clothes looking new for longer by avoiding high heat in the dryer.

Conclusion: Build a Versatile Wardrobe with Toddler Boys Clothes

Finding the right toddler boys clothes means choosing pieces that are comfortable, stylish, and durable. From bedtime in cozy toddler boy pajamas to staying warm with a snug toddler boy jacket, your little one deserves the best. Shop a wide selection of clothes designed for toddlers at shopdennys.com to make dressing your child a fun and effortless experience.

By investing in high-quality, versatile pieces, you can ensure your toddler is ready for any adventure, rain or shine. Happy shopping!

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Latest Boys’ Fashion Trends in the UK: What’s Hot Right Now

Fashion is constantly evolving, and boys’ fashion in the UK is no exception. Whether it’s for a casual day out, a special occasion, or school, staying on top of the latest trends can help young boys express their style and personality. In this blog, we’ll explore the hottest boys’ fashion trends in the UK for the current season, covering everything from clothing and footwear to accessories.

1. Streetwear Vibes

Streetwear continues to dominate boys’ fashion, blending comfort with style. This trend is all about oversized hoodies, graphic t-shirts, and joggers. Look for pieces with bold prints, logos, and unique designs that make a statement. Pairing a graphic tee with a pair of slim-fit joggers and sneakers creates a cool, laid-back look that’s perfect for everyday wear.

Key Pieces: Oversized hoodies, graphic t-shirts, joggers, and snapback caps.

Color Palette: Monochromes, neon accents, and earth tones.

2. Retro Revival

Nostalgia is making a big impact on boys’ fashion, with retro styles from the ’80s and ’90s making a comeback. Think color-blocked windbreakers, denim jackets, and retro sportswear. Vintage-inspired sneakers and accessories, like bucket hats and round sunglasses, add a fun throwback element to any outfit.

Key Pieces: Windbreakers, denim jackets, bucket hats, and vintage sneakers.

Color Palette: Bright primary colors, pastels, and classic denim blue.

3. Eco-Friendly Fashion

Sustainability is a growing concern in fashion, and boys’ clothing is no exception. Many brands in the UK are focusing on eco-friendly materials and ethical production practices. Organic cotton t-shirts, recycled polyester jackets, and sustainably sourced denim are becoming more popular. Parents and kids alike are leaning towards brands that prioritize the environment, making eco-friendly fashion a key trend.

Key Pieces: Organic cotton t-shirts, recycled fabric jackets, and sustainable denim.

Color Palette: Natural tones like beige, green, and muted blues.

4. Smart-Casual Mix

The smart-casual trend is perfect for boys who want to look polished without being too formal. This style blends classic pieces like tailored trousers or chinos with casual tops like polo shirts or crew-neck sweaters. Layering is also key to achieving this look, with lightweight blazers or cardigans adding a touch of sophistication.

Key Pieces: Chinos, polo shirts, crew-neck sweaters, and lightweight blazers.

Color Palette: Neutral shades with pops of color, like navy, grey, and burgundy.

5. Athleisure

Athleisure remains a top trend, combining athletic wear with everyday clothing for a stylish yet comfortable look. Tracksuits, performance t-shirts, and sporty sneakers are staples of this trend. It’s all about practicality and ease, making it perfect for active boys who are always on the move.

Key Pieces: Tracksuits, performance t-shirts, sporty sneakers, and athletic shorts.

Color Palette: Black, grey, and vibrant accents like red or blue.

6. Bold Prints and Patterns

From animal prints to camouflage, bold prints and patterns are making waves in boys’ fashion. These eye-catching designs add a playful element to outfits, whether it’s a leopard-print sweatshirt or a pair of camo trousers. Mixing and matching prints is also becoming more popular, encouraging creativity and individuality in fashion choices.

Key Pieces: Animal print tops, camouflage trousers, and patterned accessories.

Color Palette: Diverse, from traditional camo greens to bright, unexpected hues.

7. Layering for All Seasons

Layering isn’t just for the colder months; it’s a year-round trend in the UK. Lightweight jackets, gilets, and cardigans are perfect for layering over t-shirts in the spring and summer, while thicker coats and jumpers come into play during autumn and winter. This trend allows boys to mix and match different textures and colors, creating versatile outfits that can adapt to changing weather.

Key Pieces: Lightweight jackets, gilets, cardigans, and layered t-shirts.

Color Palette: Seasonal tones, from pastels in spring to rich hues in autumn.

8. Accessorizing with Attitude

Accessories are an essential part of any outfit, and boys’ fashion is no exception. This season, look out for trendy beanies, statement backpacks, and cool watches. Sunglasses with unique frames and bold colors are also a big hit, adding a stylish edge to any look.

Key Accessories: Beanies, backpacks, watches, and sunglasses.

Color Palette: Metallics, bright colors, and classic black.

Conclusion

Boys’ fashion in the UK is all about mixing comfort with style, allowing young boys to express their personalities through their clothing. Whether they’re into streetwear, retro styles, or eco-friendly fashion, there’s a trend out there for every taste. By staying on top of these trends, boys can look and feel their best, no matter the occasion.

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Promotional T Shirts in Tirupur

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Extensive Range of T-Shirts for All Ages We offer a wide variety of t-shirts designed to cater to different tastes and preferences. Our collection includes:

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