just watched this whole season again oops

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Can you do "what's up with you today?" For Ladynoir? Please :)

“What’s up with you today?”

Chat Noir frowned. “You ever have one of those days where something just feels off? Nothing has happened. The world is still spinning…there is just something you can’t quite put your finger on that makes the day feel wrong?”

Ladybug shook her head. “I don’t think so,” she sniffled.

“You don’t sound good, Bug. I think you might have a cold.”

“I’m a little miserable honestly.”

“You shouldn’t have come out. Go back home and rest. I’ll finish patrol. It’s a quiet night anyway.”

“I wanted to see you,” she sighed, sitting down against a chimney and tilting her head back. “I already had to stay home from school. I was feeling stir crazy.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sure you were sorely missed.”

“Why?”

“I know I miss you when I don’t get to see you often enough,” he grinned. “One of my friends was out sick today too.”

“Really?”

Chat Noir sat down beside her. “Yeah, Marinette wasn’t there.”

Ladybug stiffened beside him. “Marinette?”

“I think she has a cold. That’s what Alya said anyway.”

“Alya?”

“I know what you’re thinking, my Lady, and yeah, she’s the same Alya who runs the Ladyblog but I swear she has no idea about me.”

Ladybug nodded slowly. “So you’re friends with Alya and Marinette…”

“Yeah. Wait. You know Alya and Marinette?”

“Nope.” Ladybug struggled to her feet, feeling lightheaded. “I should really get home. I may be sicker than I thought.”

Chat Noir stood with her, putting a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Are you sure you can make it? You seem a little unsteady.”

“I’m sure.” She grabbed her yoyo and quickly made it to the edge of the roof. “Be careful on patrol, Chat.”

“Call me before you detransform, just so I know you got home safe.”

She nodded and lashed out her yoyo, swinging away. Chat Noir watched until her red form melted into the night. “Holy cats, this whole getting her to admit she’s Marinette thing is going to be harder than I thought,” he sighed. “Time to put Phase Two into action.”


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TransParent

“Hey Troye!” Connor says happily as I answer the facetime call and I wave at him through the screen.

“Hey babe.” I reply, blowing a kiss at the camera with a giggle.

“How is London so far?” He asks, tilting his head to the side to show he’s listening as I begin to babble on about how it’s been so far.

“It’s been great! Only one sort of annoying thing though.”

“What’s that?" 

"I have my own few paparazzi people. It’s not that annoying because it’s like three or four people when it happens but like, you know.” I say, sighing and raking a hand through my mop of hair as he nods.

“That’s cool though Tro! Aw my baby boyfriend is becoming famous.” He coos, pretending to wipe away a tear from his face, eliciting a giggle from me.

“Sure, sure.” I say, waving off his comment completely and just watching as he goes on his laptop, absentmindedly clenching and relaxing his jaw.

“Ooh Tro I was wondering…” He begins and I nod, gesturing for him to go on, “If I could watch the first episode of transparent without you?” He asks in a pleading voice, pouting and batting his eyelashes at me. I sigh.

“You promise only one episode? I want to catch up when I’m back in LA in our reunion cuddle session.” I say and he nods.

“Yes sir.” He says in monotone, pretending to salute at an officer.

“Well I’ll leave you to watch that. Only one episode remember,” I say sternly, pausing for dramatic effect, “Call me when you wake up tomorrow.” I command and he nods again eagerly.

“Okay, I love you.” He promises sincerely, blowing a kiss as I did when I answered the call.

“I love you too, bye kitten.”

“Bye, baby.”

*        *        *

I’m on my way to the BBC place, walking through the semi-busy streets of London, when my phone begins to ring in my pocket. I look at the contact to see who’s calling and smile when it reads ‘Con my Bon’

“Hey babe.” I say softly, before noticing there were a few paparazzi stood off to the side of the pavement, trying to be subtle as they followed me to the BBC building and took photos. How rude and invasive.

“Hey Tro, so… You know I said I’d only watch one episode of transparent?” He asks, sounding guilty.

“Yeah.” I say, keeping my voice down so the paparazzi wouldn’t try to figure out who I’m on the phone to.

“Well I sort of watched, like, what, pfft, the whole season.” He tells me and I sigh out in mock anger.

“Connnnniiiiiieee.” I whine as I walk, “You promised.” I tell him, glancing back behind me to see one of the paparazzi noting things down while another aimed a big camera at me. For fucks sake go away.

“Oops?” He says in a questioning tone and I just roll my eyes.

“Whatever babe, I have to go now, I’m at the BBC building. Gotta record my internet takeover segment.” I say and I hear him hum.

“We can watch the whole season again when you get back.” He reasons and I nod, even though he can’t see me.

“Yeah okay. But seriously I have to go now Con, love you.”

“I love you too, bye baby.”

“Bye kitten.”

*        *        *

I go on twitter when I arrive back at my hotel and the first thing I see is an article on me that’s been tweeted multiple times to me. At the top of the page there’s two photos of me on the phone, and someone has edited in a speech bubble saying on the first image, where I’m wearing a soft smile as I speak on the phone, “Hey babe.” and on the second, which has me laughing and still on the phone, “I have to go now Con, love you.”

“Shit.” I mumble, looking at what the actual article has to say.

This morning, on his walk to the BBC building, some co-workers and myself spotted Troye Sivan Mellet walking along the surprisingly not too busy streets of London. Upon one of us getting closer, they began filming and listening to what he was saying. As of when we got closer, we realised he was picking up the phone to someone, and the first thing he says when he answers the phone, with a bright smile on his face, is “Hey babe.”

I know what you’re thinking, 'this could just be a joke he has with one of his friends’ but it isn’t, because he carries on to joke around and talk to the person, calling them 'Kitten’, 'Connie’ and 'Con’ multiple times during the call. Our suspicion for who was on the phone is none other than Sivan’s labelled best friend, Connor Franta.

Now why are we so certain that this is not some platonic inside joke? At the very end of the phone call, Sivan says “Yeah okay. But seriously I have to go now Con, love you.” Then pauses, probably waiting for a reply, and continues with a lovesick smile, “Bye Kitten.”

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“Shit shit shit shit shit.” I mumble to myself, texting Connor to see if he’s seen it. I get a reply in less than a minute.

'FROM; Con my Bon

Tro how did they hear all of that? x’

'TO; Con my Bon

I don’t know babe! I’m really sorry. I didn’t see that they were that close, I just saw people with a camera a while behind me x’

'FROM; Con my Bon

What do we do? x’

'TO; Con my Bon

Ignore it until I’m back in LA? x’

'FROM; Con my Bon

Okay, just tweet something so they know it’s not fake. We had to tell the viewers at some point anyway x’

'TO; Con my Bon

I guess you’re right, and don’t stress to much my love xxx’

'FROM; Con my Bon

I won’t, ttyl I love you <3 xxxx’

'TO; Con my Bon

I love you too <3 xxxx’

“ @troyesivan: @ConnorFranta last night: 'hey can i watch 1 ep of transparent w/out u?’
                               @ConnorFranta this morning: 'so,, i finished transparent season 1’ ”

I tweeted this out and hoped Connor would say something to hint about our relationship in reply.

“ @ConnorFranta: @troyesivan GREAT now the whole world knows how antisocial & unproductive ive                                        been today  ”

“ @ConnorFranta: @troyesivan PS do you still love me? *bats eyelashes* *pouts* ”

“ @troyesivan: @ConnorFranta ya i love u to the moon and back babe