fic post:
Alright, so. Real post later, promise! lmao. Totally exhausted, had to help sis get ready for prom earlier. So glad I don't have to go through that again. XD Okay so, the last prompt I filled from the challenge! This time it's RPS of the Noel and Julian variety. Proof of said love I'll leave here for future reference. ♥
something like give and take, noel/julian, pg, from the booshbattle prompt: "The fight about the laundry as a starting point."
pairing/characters: julian/noel.
rating: pg.
word count: 718.
beta: napalmiris. ♥
disclaimer: the following is fiction. (duh)
notes: this was all inspired by me hearing the story noel tells about the shirt incident (link to the alan carr interview; starts around 3:54) in which he accidentally shrunk julian's favorite shirt. according to noel it was his and julian's biggest (and only?) argument. love that lee mack lived with them too, lol. of course in my head the conflict resolved itself with schmoop and kissing, as all things should. :D
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“It was my favorite shirt. And you knew that.” Julian tried to sound calm, but he knew it was coming out all wrong. For the first time since living together as friends they were having their first argument ever and he felt like he was losing his mind. Over a shirt, no less. But it was his favorite, so he figured it was well worth the screaming match they were having at that moment.
“You heard me apologize! I don’t know what else to say.” Noel was frustrated and pacing around while Julian just fumed and looked ready to punch Noel out for being a right idiot about the laundry. Seriously, who shrinks shirts anymore?
“You could start by telling me what the hell happened, at least! I come in, see the shirt, no explanation whatsoever.”
“I didn’t know how to approach you about it, you know I hate conflict.” Noel looked defeated and Julian almost felt bad. Until he took one look at his shirt and just scoffed.
“Sure, you were going to tell me. Next year, maybe!”
Noel stared at him, his eyebrows knitting in anger. “I don’t even care anymore. About you or your stupid fucking shirt. It was well ugly, anyways!” And with that Noel tossed all of the fliers for their show at him, papers flinging about and pushing into his face.
“Fuck you, Noel. Seriously.” Julian grabbed the shirt and almost tore at it in anger, managing a huff and stomping his way out of the flat. Lee was somewhere in the kitchen and Julian heard a yell asking what they were arguing about.
“I’m out of here, and I don’t know when I’ll be back!” Julian yelled in reply before making his way out, his body thrumming with anger and jaw set firmly in place.
Apparently the argument had caught some... public attention and he had to eventually face the music. Julian figured he’d try his hand at fixing things and see where it led them.
He just hoped that it wouldn’t be as difficult as he imagined.
“Alright?” Julian opened Noel's door slightly to poke his head in.
Noel barely acknowledged him as Julian walked in and shut the door behind him. The younger man was on his bed, drawing something on a pad and laying on his stomach, not looking up once. Julian sighed and sat down next to him, working his apology out in his head. Which was getting more and more difficult as he stared down at his hands. He finally looked at the page Noel was coloring in now.
“What are you working on?”
“So now you’re interested in what I have to say?” Noel’s reply was soft but laced with obvious bitterness. Julian felt even worse.
“I was out of line, Noel.” The words seemed to stumble out and were being pulled along by something Julian wasn’t sure of. “It was… stupid and I don’t know why I reacted like that.”
Noel finally looked up at him, his blue eyes blinking up at him and waiting for something else. Julian looked away and felt his heart stutter a bit.
“I’m-”
“Sorry?”
“I was getting to that, alright?” Julian felt Noel’s laughter and suddenly found himself smiling down at him. By that time Noel had already pushed away his paints and pens, pulling his knees under him to look at Julian sideways, a telling smirk on his lips.
“I forgive you.”
“Really?” Julian couldn’t help but smile at him suspiciously. “Are you sure you don’t-”
Noel sighed in frustration, his hand pulling Julian’s face towards his own, lips meeting his in a soft kiss. Julian’s mind tried catching up but somehow he could only kiss him back, his own hand grabbing Noel’s hair softly to bring them closer. Noel finally pulled away a second later, biting his lip and looking down with a shy smile. Julian resisted the urge to kiss him again but instead just stood up, going to the door, a knowing grin on his face as he did.
“Never really liked that shirt anyways.” Just as he closed the door he heard a pillow being thrown against it in retaliation.
They’d be alright from now on, he thought as he tossed the shirt away without thinking twice.
Definitely more than alright.
something like give and take, noel/julian, pg, from the booshbattle prompt: "The fight about the laundry as a starting point."
pairing/characters: julian/noel.
rating: pg.
word count: 718.
beta: napalmiris. ♥
disclaimer: the following is fiction. (duh)
notes: this was all inspired by me hearing the story noel tells about the shirt incident (link to the alan carr interview; starts around 3:54) in which he accidentally shrunk julian's favorite shirt. according to noel it was his and julian's biggest (and only?) argument. love that lee mack lived with them too, lol. of course in my head the conflict resolved itself with schmoop and kissing, as all things should. :D
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“It was my favorite shirt. And you knew that.” Julian tried to sound calm, but he knew it was coming out all wrong. For the first time since living together as friends they were having their first argument ever and he felt like he was losing his mind. Over a shirt, no less. But it was his favorite, so he figured it was well worth the screaming match they were having at that moment.
“You heard me apologize! I don’t know what else to say.” Noel was frustrated and pacing around while Julian just fumed and looked ready to punch Noel out for being a right idiot about the laundry. Seriously, who shrinks shirts anymore?
“You could start by telling me what the hell happened, at least! I come in, see the shirt, no explanation whatsoever.”
“I didn’t know how to approach you about it, you know I hate conflict.” Noel looked defeated and Julian almost felt bad. Until he took one look at his shirt and just scoffed.
“Sure, you were going to tell me. Next year, maybe!”
Noel stared at him, his eyebrows knitting in anger. “I don’t even care anymore. About you or your stupid fucking shirt. It was well ugly, anyways!” And with that Noel tossed all of the fliers for their show at him, papers flinging about and pushing into his face.
“Fuck you, Noel. Seriously.” Julian grabbed the shirt and almost tore at it in anger, managing a huff and stomping his way out of the flat. Lee was somewhere in the kitchen and Julian heard a yell asking what they were arguing about.
“I’m out of here, and I don’t know when I’ll be back!” Julian yelled in reply before making his way out, his body thrumming with anger and jaw set firmly in place.
Apparently the argument had caught some... public attention and he had to eventually face the music. Julian figured he’d try his hand at fixing things and see where it led them.
He just hoped that it wouldn’t be as difficult as he imagined.
“Alright?” Julian opened Noel's door slightly to poke his head in.
Noel barely acknowledged him as Julian walked in and shut the door behind him. The younger man was on his bed, drawing something on a pad and laying on his stomach, not looking up once. Julian sighed and sat down next to him, working his apology out in his head. Which was getting more and more difficult as he stared down at his hands. He finally looked at the page Noel was coloring in now.
“What are you working on?”
“So now you’re interested in what I have to say?” Noel’s reply was soft but laced with obvious bitterness. Julian felt even worse.
“I was out of line, Noel.” The words seemed to stumble out and were being pulled along by something Julian wasn’t sure of. “It was… stupid and I don’t know why I reacted like that.”
Noel finally looked up at him, his blue eyes blinking up at him and waiting for something else. Julian looked away and felt his heart stutter a bit.
“I’m-”
“Sorry?”
“I was getting to that, alright?” Julian felt Noel’s laughter and suddenly found himself smiling down at him. By that time Noel had already pushed away his paints and pens, pulling his knees under him to look at Julian sideways, a telling smirk on his lips.
“I forgive you.”
“Really?” Julian couldn’t help but smile at him suspiciously. “Are you sure you don’t-”
Noel sighed in frustration, his hand pulling Julian’s face towards his own, lips meeting his in a soft kiss. Julian’s mind tried catching up but somehow he could only kiss him back, his own hand grabbing Noel’s hair softly to bring them closer. Noel finally pulled away a second later, biting his lip and looking down with a shy smile. Julian resisted the urge to kiss him again but instead just stood up, going to the door, a knowing grin on his face as he did.
“Never really liked that shirt anyways.” Just as he closed the door he heard a pillow being thrown against it in retaliation.
They’d be alright from now on, he thought as he tossed the shirt away without thinking twice.
Definitely more than alright.