Rtc Nischa/Perfectdolls/Spacedolls one shots!!! [On permanent hiatus]

Noel loves being home alone. It's when he can truly be himself. Not his mother or anyone else can know what he does. Anyone can know he wears makeup, he doesn't care about that. What he doesn't want people to see, is his escape from this world. 

He had made this girl called Monique up in his mind. It's where his mind often wondered during class. A hooker, who had a new bed every night and lived on the street in post war france, just waiting for a man to take her. Before she falls in love with man, but she gets kicked out and dies of typhoid flu. Noel loved the tragedy of it. 

It originally started as some doodles in his science book, then he started imagining if he himself was Monique. Then he tried on make-up. It honestly made him feel super pretty, but everyone knew he did that. But, in the bottom of his closet, he keeps a box that no one knows about. It contained a dainty black dress, some thigh highs and some heels. 

No one could know about it. The only person that wouldn't really care would be Ocean. In fact, she actually knows about this. He knows that she would never tell a soul. 

He put his makeup on, then the dress and every other accessory. He sat in front of the mirror, admiring himself. He put his earbuds and listened to his old music, doodling in an old sketch book and expanding Monique's story. 

That's when he felt his door open. He looked over and saw Mischa, standing there, eyes wide. 

Noel quickly pulled out his earbuds and prayed and prayed Mischa wouldn't say anything. He's more upset he hadnt told him before. It's his boyfriend for fucks sake, he deserved to know. 

"I am sorry, the door was open and assumed you were upstairs" Mischa stuttered out awkwardly. 

"I'm so sorry Misch, like super sorry. It's just something I enjoy doing and honestly I'm kind of annoyed I didn't tell you before, it's Monique, you know the drawing I showed you in math, yeah, this is her" Noel rambled through tears. 

"My poet please do not cry, you will ruin eyeliner. I would never judge you for anything." Mischa reassured, hugging Noel and rubbing his hand on his boyfriend's back. 

"It's just super weird, like, you know I am feminine and it's just something I really like, then one day I decided to try a dress on, and I really liked it. And I guess Monique was made up. I'm really sorry, about, this. Do you really want a boyfriend who dresses up like this?" Noel spoke quickly, wanting to get every word off his mind

"If you like it then I do not care very much. That dress is very pretty anyway, but you might need some new thigh highs, they look broken" Mischa admired every part of the carefully put together outfit, looking at every detail. 

"Mischa the whole point is for them to be broken, do you actually like the dress?" Noel asked, in all curiousness

"I love it, for reals. What is that?" Mischa asked as he grabbed Noel's notebook and flipping through the pages, staring in awe at the talent and effort which had gone into every single drawing. Every situation Monique was in, every outfit, every drink. Clearly some research had gone into his characters. 

"It's my notebook, mainly where I made random stories up to get my mind off of everything. Monique is an escape for me" Noel said, watching Mischa's face for a reaction. 

"My poet, you are so talented!" Mischa expressed, before leaning in and kissing Noel. 

"Hold on loverboy, you're gonna get lipstick on you!" Noel said, going to clean it off before Mischa stopped him

"I think it adds to character" Mischa said, before Noel shrugged and they kissed again. 

Mischa left the house with lipstick all over his face and neck, much to the horror of his adoptive 'parents'. He loves pissing them off so much.