#her pjs are fine but they’re pjs.

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LIVE LAUGH, SCREAM! | TOM BLYTH

pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

summary. where one comment could lead into an internet feud between tom blyth and yn avocot, resulting in them falling inlove ?!

author’s note. [ THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE YN AND TOM STARTED DATING ] thank you to the nonnie that said yn gives off scream vibes bc they’re the reason i even made this post in the first place! 🤭

installment of this au | read for context

ynuser scream bts (you’re welcome!)

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jennaortega did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

➥ jackchampion no but it might’ve when she stabbed u in the movie

➥ ynuser JACK 😭😭

user1 jenna flirting, jack teasing, I LOVE THIS CAST YOUR HONOR

user2 okay but literally your performance was just chefs kiss 😭 PLEASE tell me you’re starting in other movies as well bae

➥ ynuser oh thank you!! im so honored you enjoyed it ❤️ I will get back to you on your question!! 👀

➥ user3 OMGG YN IN ANOTHER FILM WOULD BE KILLER

➥ user4 well actually 🤓☝️ she was one of the ghostface in the film which means she actually was a killer

user5 @/user4 bye

tomblyth amazing film

➥ ynuser thanks

➥ user6 THANKS?? THANKS?! girl that’s tom blyth

➥ ynuser @/user6 who?

user7 no way this girl just asked who tom blyth is

➥ user8 well can u blame her tho?? he’s in like what, billy the kid or whatever? it’s not that known..

➥ user9 nah girl stars in one film and thinks she’s all that 😭

rachelzegler YOU DID SO GOOD GIRL 💕

➥ ynuser rachel my love 😭😭❤️

tomblyth who am I? well now you know

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user10 oh he’s so fine

user11 LMFAOO is this a jab at yn not knowing who you are

user12 show that girl 🤭🤭 she thinks she’s all that after getting one acting gig

➥ user13 y’all are so obsessed with her hello..

ynuser sure. now i know

➥ user14 oh im having so much fun watching all this go down

ynuser more bts because i love scream 6 and so should you!

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tomblyth yeah the movie’s cool and all but how abt i treat you out for dinner?

➥ user15 HELLO???

user16 enemies to lovers era ?

user17 pls lord get these two together

jackchampion say yes to the dinner invite and bring me back steak

➥ ynuser 🤨🤨

➥ jackchampion and a vanilla soda too please

user18 i love jack n yn’s friendship

ynuser and tomblyth both posted a story!

ynuser eating sushi and then putting on some comfy pjs is a great way to spend a day

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user19 the way tom also posted sushi pics very similar to what she’s eating…

➥ user20 WHY IS NOBODY MENTIONING THE MATCHING HOTDOG STORY POSTS AS WELL 😭😭😭

user21 pjs TOGETHER?! im afraid we’ve lost her

user22 everybody knows.. everybody knows

jackchampion splendid way to spend the day

➥ user23 what if it’s jack?? tom and yn don’t even fw each other LOL

➥ user24 true. he did ask her for dinner tho

➥ user25 who wouldn’t? she’s yn.

Eclaté_Mode On this new episode of BTS With Your Favorites, Tom Blyth dishes on his skincare routine, how he keeps himself productive during breaks, and his internet rivalry with actress, Y/N Avocot. Full video linked in bio

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user26 THE WAY HE COMPLIMENTS YN this is definitely enemies to lovers

user27 “me and yn have exciting need to share soon” excuse me

user28 so they inlove or what

user29 yn fell inlove with a brit man it’s over for US

user30 WAIT WHAT DOES HE MEANNNN

tomblyth well surprise. enemies to lovers much?

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ynuser nice pic send me it

user31 WAITT RACHEL HIM AND YN IN A FILM?? did not expect this..

user32 hold awn..

user33 is this confirmation they’re dating

➥ ynuser we aren’t dating.

➥ rachelzegler yet.

➥ user34 RACHEL???

rachelzegler you’re welcome for this crossover, i encouraged both of them to audition for the role

➥ user35 WE LOVE RACHEL ZEGLER

jennaortega take care of my gf 😽

[speciouspessimism]

hc that once he feels comfortable, neil’s favorite thing is wearing (stealing) his friends’ (the foxes’) clothes. it’s like a physical anchor for him? something undeniable that says “i am loved, i am cared for, i am trusted” and most importantly “i must return”.

- he and andrew basically share clothes…. when it comes to clothing they forget who’s is who’s and accidentally wear each others’ jerseys

- matt’s mom is sentimental and has a lot of matt’s old clothes, and eventually matt brings neil home over a break and lets him thrift in his childhood wardrobe

- nicky gives him old t-shirts from bands he doesn’t listen to anymore and neil wears them as pjs

- kevin is a stylish bisexual in his early twenties so he has looots of nice jewelry of which neil picks a piece or two of to sneak every week, and Kevin lets him under the pretense of teaching neil to dress better

- renee notices that neil has no proper comfortable clothes and will always offer for him to take her sweatpants (they’re… kinda long) “for the night” but they both know she does not expect them back for a few days

- dan and neil have the same shoe size… enough said

- allison will wear a great sweater and later neil will come by to hang out in just a t-shirt and jeans… and then oh nooo he’s sooo cold…. shiver shiver complain… nooo it’s fine..oh my goood are you sure….thank you soooo much allison thank you…. (they do this dance often and no one understands why allison lets him)

- even aaron once gets sweatpants just a couple inches too long and one day neil just finds them on his desk in the dorm, flung over a pile of notes and messing up his study space, but warm and brand new

- not clothes but when neil completes his first full year with the foxes, like to the day, on the calendar one year since he came to south carolina, wymack gives neil the blanket he used when sleeping on the couch in his apartment last summer

all of this makes neil feel safer than he would admit, but they all notice and play this game. if he’s wearing dan’s sneakers… well, he can’t run away with those on, it would just be inconsiderate

[corroded-hellfire]

Fic request idea baby: what about Eddie with a gf who used to have an ED but she's doing better now but he notices that she's starting to relapse like skipping meals and he brings it up to her and just angst to fluff

+ Hey if ur taking requests:

what about if Effie's gf randomly stops changing in front of him like she's getting into pj and she goes to the bathroom and then starts asking for the lights to be off during sex and he's super confused and asks her about it and basically angst bc she's trying to hide it but may be she had a slip during ED recovery?

+ Hi lovie a lil request! What about Eddie with a gf whose in eating disorder recovery like she used to struggle but it's been a few years since then and she's don't just fine but he notices she's starting to relapse?

These three requests seemed to overlap just perfectly. The beautiful and talented @munson-blurbs was kind enough to write these with me so go shower her with all the love 💚

Warnings: eating disorders, body image issues, relapse struggles. Please, if you want or need to talk to somebody, I'm always here.

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You’re fairly certain you’re living on the sun’s surface. 

Logic would say that you haven’t left Hawkins, but the temperature outside begs to differ. 

“Christ, it’s like 1,000 degrees in here,” Eddie mumbles, cracking open a cold can of Pepsi and taking a swig. He plants a kiss on your forehead, careful not to disturb your reading. 

You smile but keep your nose buried in the bridal magazine Nancy had bought for you. Page after page of wedding dresses had you swimming in a sea of white, each more beautiful—and expensive—than the last. 

Oh, well. At least it would give you an idea of what to look for at your bridal appointment in a few weeks. 

What truly caught your eye was an article tucked towards the back of the magazine. Its title boldly declares, “Shedding for the Wedding: Lose that Weight and Look Great!” 

You shouldn’t read it. It’ll only upset you, only bring back the bad thoughts and routines and restrictions that you’d fought so hard to overcome. And yet you’re drawn to it, eyes scanning each fad diet for one that might help you. 

No. Yes. No. Yes. Put the magazine down. Stop reading the diet tips and comparing yourself to the models. 

But they’re so pretty and so skinny. If Eddie saw them, he might not even want to marry you anymore. Not when he saw how beautiful women were supposed to look in wedding dresses. 

Maybe losing a few pounds wouldn’t hurt. One diet couldn’t be so bad. It would be temporary, just until the wedding. 

It was totally fine. 

“What are we thinking for dinner tonight, babe?” Eddie rifles through the pantry and pulls out two boxes of pasta. “We have bowties and rigatoni. I’m personally more of a bowtie man myself, but it’s your call.”

You shake your head. “I’m good. Just gonna have some soup.” Reaching around him, you pluck a can of Progresso off of the shelf. 

“Soup?” Eddie wrinkles his nose in confusion. “It’s hotter than Satan’s tits outside.”

You shrug, trying to play it off casually. “Period craving.”

“You’re not on your period.”

“Well, PMS.”

Something nags at you—if you have to hide your new soup diet from your husband-to-be, maybe it’s not a good idea. Maybe you should put the can away and make pasta instead. But then you remember those gorgeous models, so svelte and sculpted and perfect. 

Soup it is. 

It’s harder to ignore the problem as more symptoms of the illness start to return. The first time you’d gathered up your pajamas and taken them into the bathroom with you, Eddie just assumed you were going to take a shower. When you emerged with bone-dry hair not two minutes later, he was puzzled. But he didn’t say anything, not wanting to come across as overprotective or overbearing. Maybe there was some simple excuse and he didn’t want to make you feel like you have to answer to him about every little thing. 

Eddie can’t ignore that there’s a problem anymore when you slip back into one of your old habits that has always broken his heart. Sex was now lights off and you kept your shirt on. Eddie wanted to see every part of you, touch every part of you. He was going to be your husband and the fact that you didn’t want him to see this part of you—that he has made very clear in the past that he fucking loves—disheartens him. 

Stress begins to build up within Eddie. He feels like he’s toeing the line because he doesn’t want to sound accusatory, but he also knows something is going on with you. And he has a pretty good idea of what it is. You try to hide how you pinch at your stomach and thighs, but he sees. The way you measure your wrists with your fingers all throughout the day. He wonders if you even realize you’re doing it, or if it’s reflexive at this point. 

Though you never mention it, you always have your green journal around the kitchen. Eddie respects your privacy enough not to go through it, but reaching for the keys over your shoulder one evening he notices that you’re making a list of what you’ve eaten that day. His stomach sinks as yet another familiar pattern emerges from the days when your disorder was at its worst. Your fiancé is coming closer to his breaking point and he still doesn’t know what to do or even who to go to about this. 

The final straw though is when you turn down girls’ night with Nancy and Robin at the Cheesecake Factory. You lived for nights out with your two best friends. They knew you almost as well as Eddie did though, so he knew you wouldn’t be able to sit down at a restaurant with them and bullshit your way out of not eating a proper meal like you should. 

Eddie knows now he has to say something. Anything, really. When you walk out of your shared bedroom in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, Eddie chews on his bottom lip as he mentally prepares for the conversation he knows needs to happen. 

The moment you sit down on the couch, Eddie sits next to you. You reach for the remote but your hand doesn’t even make it to the piece of plastic before Eddie speaks.

“Can we, um, talk?”

“About what?” you ask, sitting back against the couch cushions. 

Your fiancé leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He rubs his hands together and his tongue pokes out of his pouty pink lips like it does whenever he’s concentrating on something. 

“I’m worried about you, babe,” he finally says. “You’re not yourself.” 

Eddie doesn’t miss the way you reflexively shrink in on yourself.

“I’m just stressed with wedding stuff,” you say. 

“That’s why you didn’t hang out with Nancy and Robin?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows. 

“Mhm.”

“And all the pinching and not eating and not wanting me to see you naked? Is that because of wedding stress, too?”

You turn away from him and pull your knees to your chest, but he moves to face you again. “Baby, I know something’s wrong. And the last time I saw you like this, it was because…”

“I told you, I’m fine,” you snap. “I’m just stressed. Maybe if you spent more time helping me plan and less time planning stupid campaigns for a game you played back in high school, you’d understand.”

The accusation is unfair, and you know it. Sure, you’ve been doing most of the planning, but he’s been there every step of the way.

Eddie winces at your harsh tone. He looks like he has a rebuttal but gives up after a moment “Fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

Guilt from your outburst wracks your body and holds sleep hostage. After tossing and turning for a little while, you hear soft cries coming from Eddie’s side of the bed. 

“Eds?” Your heart leaps into your chest. “What’s going on?” You give him a hug from behind, latching on like a koala to a tree trunk until he turns to face you. 

Even in the darkness, you can see the way his eyes shine with tears. “I know you relapsed and…and I don’t know what to do,” he manages through his sobs. “I don’t know how to help, so I just stand there like a goddamn idiot, but I can’t keep pretending like nothing’s wrong! I can’t keep pretending that you’re not hurting yourself!”

He knew. The whole time you thought you’d been protecting him from the truth, and he knew. 

You wipe at his cheeks, feeling the moisture on your palms. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie shakes his head. “‘S not your fault, I know it’s not, but…you need to get help for this. I can’t lose my girl.” He presses his lips to your forehead and lets them linger there, holding you as tightly as he can. “Please. Please.”

No. You need to lose weight. You need to look good; no, perfect in your dress. All eyes are going to be on you, and you can’t show a single flaw. 

The argument sits on your tongue, defensiveness ready to spring into action. But then you see his brokenness, his vulnerability as he unabashedly wears his heart on his sleeve. 

Skinny. Skinnier. Skinniest. 

But then—Eddie. 

Eddie, who laid his heart out for you. Who let down the walls he’d spent years building just so he could receive your love. Who felt your pain despite your best attempts to shield him from it. 

Maybe you weren’t ready to get better for yourself, but until you were, you could do it for him. 

You nod, pulling back and kissing him softly. “I will. I promise. First thing tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll wake you up the moment the sun rises.”

At this, you have to let out a small laugh. “The therapy clinic doesn’t open until nine.”

Eddie cradles your face in his calloused palms, leaning in to gently kiss your nose. “Then I’ll wake you up at nine.”

[togrowoldinv]

Matching PJs

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

You and Natasha go to the Avengers Christmas party together

Note: Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone! This is a quick little something. I hope you’ve all had a blessed holiday!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

“Come on babe, it’ll be fun,” Natasha says, nudging your shoulder with hers. “Everyone will love it.”

“Don’t you think it’s kind of cheesy?” You reply.

Natasha never thought that you’d be the one to not want to wear matching Christmas pajamas.

When Laura had sent her the link, she immediately bought them for the two of you. Now that it’s Christmas Eve she’s trying to convince you to wear them to the Avengers holiday get together.

“Please, baby. For me?” Nat asks sweetly.

“Ugh,” you sigh. “You had to say that?”

“I did,” she replies, a smirk on her perfect lips. “But really, I love you and I want to do this with you.”

“Okay,” you finally relent.

Nat drops a victory kiss to your lips before running off to get dressed. You join her and get ready for the party. Yo have to admit the pajamas do look cute on.

You drive to the compound and the place is already booming. Of course Tony invited more than just the immediate team. But the more the merrier.

Natasha carries in way too many presents that you two got for everyone. You always go overboard for the holidays, but no one ever seems to mind.

“Merry Christmas!” You greet everyone.

Steve is quick to help Nat unload the presents from her arms.

“Thanks, Cap,” she says.

“I’m obsessed with these pajamas!” Wanda says. She hugs you and Nat.

“See,” Nat says with a grin.

“Okay fine. Maybe they’re cute,” you admit.

“They’re super cute!” Laura adds in. “I’m so glad you bought them, Nat.”

“Me too.”

Soon, Tony comes in and makes a speech before everyone exchanges gifts. You and Nat have way too much eggnog by the time you open all of the gifts, but you still take plenty of photos.

She holds you close to her the entire night and whispers soft things into your ears. You have the perfect night. It’s your favorite holiday together yet.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

for dad!jj— jj and the reader are in an argument and little maybank hears her parents yelling at each other saying hurtful things and she gets scared? yk yesterday she watched her parents with loving eyes as they laughed together, kissed, tucked her in bed, etc.. and now they’re acting as if they hate each other.

train wreck

pairing(s): dad!jj x mom!reader

warnings: yelling, hurtful words, teen parents

summary: while you and jj are in a heated argument, your daughter unfortunately catches a glimpse of it.

authors note: thank you for the request baby! enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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“yeah? well maybe if you weren’t running away every other goddamn day, i wouldn’t need to ask my parents for help!” you shouted at him.

“i have shit to do!” he shouted back. “don’t you dare make it seem like i don’t fuckin’ care for you or our daughter.”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “if you care so much, why are you never here?!”

“jesus christ, did you not listen to a single word i just said? i. have shit. to do!” he screamed, slamming his hand down on the table.

you knew he’d never hit you. he’d never even think about hurting you. yet the action was enough to make you jump. and that was when the both of you heard it.

the small whimper that you two had become so familiar with.

your heads immediately turned to the doorway where your toddler stood frozen, her bottom lip quivering and her eyes glossy as if she was about to cry. all the noise must’ve woken her from her nap with her messy hair and disheveled pjs. “what’s going on?” she asked, voice trembling.

you just wanted to cry knowing that your daughter had seen the monster inside the two of you. you quickly dropped any ounce of anger and frustration and rushed over to her. “hi baby,” you said softly, picking her up from under her arms. “we’re just talking.” you carried her out of the kitchen where the fight took place and into her room. “sometimes, me and daddy don’t always like the same things. we just have to talk about it to make it better.”

“are you okay, mommy?” she asked softly.

you nodded with a smile and brushed some of the short hair from her face. “i’m okay honey.”

“is daddy okay?” she questioned.

“mhm,” you said. “we’re okay. we just had a little disagreement.”

she leaned into your chest and wrapped her arms around your neck. “you guys were happy yesterday.”

you kissed her cheek softly and sat down on the bed with her. “i know. we’re gonna be okay. i promise.”

she crawled out of your hold and under her sheets with a big cheesy grin on her face. “go talk to daddy. i don’t like when you guys are sad.”

you chuckled and pressed another kiss to her forehead. “okay baby. you ready to go back to bed then?”

she nodded quickly. “night mommy. i love you.”

“i love you too,” you said, tucking her in and shutting her lamp off.

you headed out into the kitchen, rubbing your temples and groaning. “is she okay?” jj asked, standing up from his seat as soon as you entered the room.

“shes fine,” you replied tiredly. you hated fighting with him. it was hurtful and mentally exhausting.

he headed towards you, pulling your hands from your face and wrapping his arms around your waist. “i’m sorry, my love. i don’t wanna put anymore stress on you and i swear to be better. i just get overwhelmed with the whole having a kid at 19, you know? i’m sure you do too and its unfair of me to just leave all the responsibility on you whenever i feel like it. and i’m really, really sorry for yelling at you like that.” he apologized, his pretty blue eyes gazing into yours. “i just want to be here for you, sweetheart. for you and our daughter.”

you leaned into his firm chest, wrapping your arms around him and taking a deep breath. “it’s okay, j. i get it. but at the same time, this really has to stop.”

“and it will. i promise you it will,” he said, leaning back slightly and using his hand to tilt up your chin toward him. “i’m going to be here for the both of you until the end of time. i’m done running. you two are my entire world.”

you smiled tiredly and stood up on your toes to kiss his soft lips. “i love you jj.”

“i love you more, angel.”

[skellseerwriting]

Fab 5 Pajamas + answering the door Headcanons

Warnings: non-sexual mention of sleeping in boxers, Hook showing off his chest

Maleficent:

She wears long, luxurious robes made of silk, with soft fake fur around the collar, hem, and sleeves

typically in black or purple, she loves looking like she’d roam a gothic cathedral at night

She also undoes the hair wrapped around her horns (otherwise it’ll undo itself and get badly tangled by morning)

Right before bed, she will sometimes put a sleeping facial on with cucumber slices

sleeps with her eyes open

There’s something oddly menacing about knocking on her door at night, only for her to open it looking like someone who had just finished muttering her husband (and is about to murder you) in his sleep (minus the blood)

Hades:

He doesn’t really care as long as it’s comfortable

the shirt he wore all day? That’s fine. Why take it off when he can just save time and sleep in it

when it’s warmer he will just wear a tank top

for pants he’ll just wear sweats that match the other clothes in his wardrobe

just like with the tank when it gets warm though, he’ll just opt to sleep in his boxers

When he answers the door, whether he was asleep or not, he always looks like he’s has -7 hours of sleep. He’s squinting at you with his eyes

Hook:

Loves to look fabulous awake, loves to look fabulous asleep

has some comfy silk collared button ups he’ll put on either completely unbuttoned or half done up

he pairs them with dark pajama pants that resemble nicer pants so he can still look rich and fashionable (because he is of course)

always takes his hook off before bed and set it on his nightstand. But will usually put it on if someone’s at the door (to keep up his “dangerous” appearance)

When he slowly opens the door, he’ll do that romantic-leaning-against-the-door-frame thing. Depending on who it is, he’ll bring his hook up to the buttons and tease the vertical hem to draw their eyes to his chest (he looks good and he knows it)

Morgie:

Despite what he wears during the day, he does not go for fancy at night

I firmly believe he wears animal pjs. Probably something cute like bunnies

he has matching bunny slippers that he wear to go with them

don’t make fun of them to him; he likes his pajamas and thinks they’re really cool

additionally, he wears a night cap and sleeping mask. Just imagine him sleeping on his back with a “honk, shoo” as the tip of the cap moves with his breath cartoon style

lastly, when he answers the door, it’s always after he’s fallen asleep (he falls asleep as soon as he hits the mattress)

He’ll be rubbing his eyes with his hands and mumbling out the question of “Whatisit?”

Uliana:

Hot take, but I think she wears the same type of pajamas that Morgie does.

He gifted her some duck pjs for her birthday and she wears them every night to bed ever since (she’ll never admit it though. She doesn’t want to seem like she cares she does)

Going off of @brokenmilkcrates headcanons of her having her mattress in the middle of the room to give her tentacles space, I’d like to add she has a circle mattress so the space looks nicer

plus, it allows her to lay in any direction she wants. She always sleep on her stomach though (for tentacle reasons)

she wears a matching duck sleeping mask to bed, and if someone’s at the door, she’ll open it in a fiery rage of “WHAT?”, tearing the mask off

Everybody’s learned not to disturb her beauty sleep, so if you attempt to, you’re playing with your own life

Don’t EVER bring up her pajamas. Her closest friends have never dared to do it, and they know it’s best not to if you value your safety (ultimately though, they just don’t want to hurt Uli’s feelings, since they know she’d be sensitive about it)

[katherines-imagines]

“Stupid bitches, be stupid bitches.”

pairings: hazel callahan x reader

warnings: angst, fighting, mean PJ, bad writing

summary: PJ starts yelling at Hazel, but her girlfriends not having it.

A meeting was called for the fight club after their revenge on Jef. As the girls started coming in, each had a mischievous yet proud smile adorning their faces. Y/N walked towards the back where her girlfriend, Hazel, was saving a seat for her. Sitting down, Y/N took Hazel’s hand into her own, playing with her silver rings. When everyone arrived, PJ began to speak.

“Alright, well, some of us clearly have a different definition of egging.” The girls gave each other knowing looks. “But if we keep our mouth shut, stay calm, we’ll be fine,” PJ finished.

“They’re gonna shut us down, aren’t they,” Sylvie asked sadly.

“What,” PJ laughed nervously. “No, we don’t know that. Why-”

“Principal Meyers will believe whatever Jeff and Tim say,” Brittany pointed out. “I don’t really see how we recover from this.” She was right, and all the girls knew it. As much as they could hope that the club would continue, after their little stunt, the club would be shut down.

“Man. Fuck,” Sylvie sad dejectedly.

“It’s been real guys,” Hazel said, looking bittersweetly to the group. Her girlfriend lovingly tracing her hands, nodding in agreement.

“Okay,” PJ interrupted. “Let’s not jump to conclusions with the, goodbyes,” she waved her arms around.

“I’m gonna miss you guys so much,” Hazel said, ignoring PJ. Y/N’s heart felt heavy from the break up for the group. These were her friends. This was her safe space. Now it would end, but she didn’t regret joining at all, and that made it all the more bittersweet.

“I’m like,” Sylvie started while standing up. “At least we went out with a bang,” Sylvie referred to the bomb Hazel made, causing the group to laugh sans PJ and Josie. “I mean, that was fucking insane!” The group laughed louder. “It’s just like, fire, everywhere” she continued, playfully hitting the girls.

“Wait, wh, stop,” PJ stuttered. “We don’t, wait, no, we don’t know that for sure,” PJ tried to deny, but the girls had already accepted it.

“PJ,” Annie stopped her with a sad smile. “Don’t be sad it’s over. Be happy it happened,” she smiled towards the fight club members, them smiling back.

“Alright, can everyone calm the fuck down please,” PJ said exasperatingly. “The club is not over, Josie? Right?” PJ motioned to her best friend, a hand motioning in her direction. Josie kept silent, PJ turning in disbelief at the lack of answer.

“No matter what,” Isabel started. “This club has brought me so much. I feel..” She took a deep breath before continuing. “So much more powerful, and, protected.”

“Me too,” Josie agreed, eyes showing vulnerability like the rest of the girls. PJ let out a sarcastic laugh

“Great,” PJ said. Hazel, tired of her attitude, interrupted her.

“Oh my god PJ, okay,” Hazel stood abruptly, her hand leaving Y/N’s grasp, causing her to jump at the sudden movement. “I’m sorry you didn’t get what you wanted out of this group, but I think the rest of us did.” She motioned towards the girls with a smile.

“Oh,” PJ spoke sarcastically. “Good for fucking you Hazel.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, not liking how PJ was speaking to her girlfriend. “I’m glad that you finally wrote one email. Accomplished a lot.”

“I actually did, I practically ran this club for you and Josie,” Hazel said frustratedly. Y/N nodded harshly in support.

“Let’s calm down, maybe,” Josie said, trying to deescalate the situation, but it was too late for that.

“You really think that your the reason that we have this club,” PJ asked rudely.

“The reason? No, but I can tell everyone that if you want,” Hazel shot back. The girls heads snapped to Hazel at the comment, none of them expecting Hazel to have a mean bone in her body. Y/N stood up next to her girlfriend, hand going to the small of her back in support. As much as Y/N wanted to tear PJ a new one, she knew that Hazel had to do this part, at least, by herself.

“Hazel, uh hey, let’s calm down,” Josie said to Hazel. Y/N glared at Josie. Clearly PJ was the one who needed to calm down, not Hazel.

“You’re really ungrateful,” PJ snapped at her. “You’re so lucky that we even let you be a part of this.” How dare PJ try and glorify herself?

“PJ, your a liar.” A silence followed after Hazel’s retort, eyes turning to PJ for an explanation. PJ scoffed in disbelief.

“Yeah, well,” PJ started. Y/N had a feeling that the next few words that would come out of PJ’s mouth would make Y/N’s patience snap. “You have no friends, and a skank as a mom, so,” PJ smiled maliciously, as Josie looked at her feet. As the girls stared quietly, Y/N yelled at PJ.

“How dare you say that? She has friends, and you have no right so say something so atrocious to her,” Y/N said angrily, while Hazel stared in disbelief at PJ. Before Y/N could continue, Hazel looked at her friends in pain before picking up her stuff. Y/N followed Hazel’s lead, picking up her and her girlfriend’s stuff before following Hazel down the bleachers. Before leaving the gym, Y/N went to PJ’s face and spoke coldly, “If you every say shit like that again, I’ll fuck you up. Don’t you ever, disrespect her.” Shoving PJ with her shoulder, Y/N followed Hazel out the gym. While the rest of the girls watched them leave, Josie calling out for Hazel. When Y/N caught up to Hazel’s fast walking, she stayed quite. After a few minutes of walking quietly, Hazel spoke softly.

“What did you say, hun,” Y/N asked softly, not hearing what Hazel had said.

“Could you please hold my hand,” she shakily asked, quiet tears streaming down her face. Instead of answering, Y/N simply took Hazel’s hand in her own, comfortingly rubbing her thumb across her girlfriend’s hand. They walked in silence before Y/N spoke up.

“She’s a bitch.” Hazel let out a startled laugh of disbelief. “And not even a good one like me,” Y/N added, hesitantly looking at Hazel to see if it was ok to talk. Hazel laughed quietly, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Y/N stopped the pair, Hazel looking curiously for the reason why. Y/N dropped their bags and took of her jacket, using the sleeve to wipe Hazel’s tears before putting it on Hazel. When Y/N picked up their bags, she took Hazel’s hand and continued to walk. “Don’t listen to her Haze. You know what they say about girls like her?” Y/N waiting until Hazel hummed in question.

“Stupid bitches, be stupid bitches.”

Hazel laughed loudly, hugging Y/N’s arm to stop her from falling.

“Y/N,” Hazel laughed.

“Hazel,” Y/N responded seriously. Well, semi-seriously. She couldn’t help the small smile growing on her mouth. Sighing gratefully, Hazel tugged on Y/N’s arm to stop.

“Thank you, love,” Hazel said, looking into Y/N’s eyes with love. Y/N swore she could feel her heart melt, warmth filling her up.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Y/N spoke softly, hugging her girlfriend tightly. Y/N was not going to let PJ get away with this.

No one spoke to her girl like that.

a/n: first imagine since I came back! if you have any requests from any fandom, please let me know. if I know the fandom, I will try and do it! Hope you guys like this one as much as I did.

[lilchibi-chan]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬

Makima x Fem! Reader

content: 18+ only. nsfw. dom! makima, begging, edging, use of toys

You’ve been under Makima’s wing and part of her team for about a year now. Though she can be a bit distant, she has an aura about her that you can’t help but be interested in. She’s powerful, mesmerizing and beautiful. The way she’s carries herself with confidence is something you wish you had.

“Y/N,” she coos, pulling you out of your trance

“Y-yes Ms.Makima,” you say, a flush of warmth going over your cheeks

“Will you be joining us this evening for a drink,” she says leaning on the door frame

“Oh, y-yeah. I am”

“Well then what are you waiting for? Everyone’s ready,” she says with a smile

You get up from where you were sitting and you all make your way to the restaurant.

Once sat, everyone orders food and pitchers of beer, amongst other beverages. You were sat next to Makima on one side while Denji was on the other. He was already past his limit, but he looked like he was having a good time. You however, could hold your liquor very well.

“Wow y/n, 3 pints down and you’re still going strong,” Makima says impressed

“Y-yeah, I guess I’m a pretty good drinker…or at least better than Denji,” you say with a laugh

Makima lets out a small laugh as well

“You know Ms. Makima, I didn’t think you would show much interest in me when I first joined your team. I heard you weren’t the most..personable person in the world…but I’m grateful for your mentorship,” you say, feeling your cheeks blushing

“Y/N,” she says placing a hand on your thigh,“you, Denji and power are all special assets to my team. I care about you all very deeply.”

She moves closer to your ear and whispers.

“You in particular though, are different,” she says, sending shivers down your spine

You continue to drink and have a good time with everyone, until you finally check your phone.

11:00 PM

“Wow, I didn’t realize it was so late,” you say surprised

You start to get up to leave and Makima stands with you.

“Will you be heading out too miss,” you ask

“Yes, I feel like accompanying you home,” she says nonchalantly

“O-oh, w-well okay,” you say shocked at her forwardness

“W-what about Denji and Power,” you ask

“They’ll be fine,” she says

“Now come along”

You follow after her

You both enter the car and you tell her your address. The drive is quiet, but you could feel a tension in the air between you and her.

“M-miss Makima-,” you start and she cuts you off

“We’re not at work right now, so you can drop the formalities. Just call me, Makima,” she says

“M-makima, I just wanted to let you know that I enjoyed tonight and it was really nice being sat next to you,” you say honestly

The car stops in front of your house

“Thank you for the ride,” you say

“Aren’t you going to invite me in y/n. I’ve known you for a year and I haven’t even seen what your place looks like,” she says with a smirk

“O-oh y-yes, please come in mi-I mean Makima,” you say

“Oh, but first I’d like to let you know that I have a pet, I hope you don’t mind. They’re very sweet and stay out of trouble,” you inform her

“It’s no trouble at all,” she says

You take out your keys and unlock the door to your apartment. Your pet comes to greet you and gets shy once they notice you’re not alone.

“It’s okay honey,” you say soothing them,“this is my boss, she’s going to stay for a little bit. That’s okay, right,” you ask

Your pet approaches Makima slowly and she crouches to their level

“It’s nice to meet you little one,” she says in a voice smooth as fresh honey

“Would you like water or anything,” you ask Makima

“No, I’m fine thank you,” she says

“Where’s your bathroom,” she asks

“Down the hall. It’s the first door. I’ll be in my room changing, it’s next to the bathroom. Make yourself at home,” you say

Both of you head down the hall.

When Makima enters the bathroom, she admires the space, but her eyes stop on the bathtub. She notices you’ve left a lovely little pink friend in there.

As you’re changing into your pjs, you hear the door open. Thinking it’s your pet, you turn around, breasts fully exposed.

“M-Makima, I-I thought-,” you’re interrupted when you notice what she has in her hands

Forgetting you’re only wearing panties, you rush over to her and try to take the vibrator out of her hand, but she quickly moves it out of your reach.

“Who knew you were such a dirty little thing,” she says in your ear

She cups your face in her free hand.

“What do you think about when you have this between your legs,” she asks seductively

You avoid eye contact and stay quiet. You feel your nipples get hard as the cold air of your fan bites at them.

“Look at me,” she commands and you can’t help but do what she says

“That’s a good girl. Now tell me. What do you think about,” she commands

“I-I think about…”

“There’s no use in hiding it doll. I’ve already found your toy,” she says

“I think about..you,” you say honestly

She smiles at you. A smile filled with lust and eyes filled with power.

“Then how about I make your fantasies a reality tonight, but trust me when I say, they won’t come easy,” she says

She gets close to your ear. You feel yourself get more stimulated being so close to her that your nipples are touching the fabric of her shirt.

“I’m going to edge you, until you’re begging me to make you cum,” she pulls away

Your eyes meet once again.

“Now be a good girl for me and remove your panties, right here,” she instructs

You do as she says and look into her eyes again.

“Get on the bed”

Again, you follow her commands.

“Now I want you to spread your legs and show yourself to me. I want to see you.”

You hesitate, feeling even more vulnerable than you already are.

She hovers over you.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll make you darling and the experience will be much more unbearable for you. Just the thought of watching you writhe and squirm is exciting. Now will you do it?”

“Yes,” you say obeying

“Yes what,” she coos

“Yes, miss,” you say

“That’s my sweet girl,” she says cupping your chin

She gets off the bed and you spread your legs, then hide your face.

“Uh uh, don’t hide honey. I want to see all of you.”

You put your hands at your side.

“You’re so slick already and I haven’t even done anything yet,” she says with satisfaction

“My needy girl, the first thing we’re gonna do is get you dripping wet.”

She turned on the vibrator and put it to your nipples. You jolt a bit due to the unexpected sensation. The vibrator is moved further down your body until it reaches your already sensitive clit.

A moan escapes your mouth and then you bite your lip.

“You don’t need to silence yourself. I want to hear you.”

She moves the vibrator back to your clit again, leaving it for a couple seconds longer. You move your hips and grind against it.

“Uh uh, keep those hips still. I told you, it’s not going to be easy.”

You let out a small groan

“I know you wanna cum, but I’m not ready to let you do that just yet.”

“I wonder what other things you’re hiding in here,” she says and crouches to look under your bed

“Hmm nothing under here,” she says then makes her way over to your closet

On your top shelf, she notices a box. She takes it down and opens it. She sees restraints, a flogger, a dildo, lube and a few other bits and bobs.

She makes her way back over to you, box in hand.

“Oh, you really are a naughty girl,” she says and you see the fire light in her eyes

She restrains your arms.

“Now you can’t hide that beautiful face from me.”

She restrains your legs.

“Just in case. I don’t want you hiding your wet little cunt from me, sweetheart,” she says

She takes a body oil out from the box and pours some over you. She starts massaging your waist. Her touch making your back arch. She works her way up your body and massages your breasts, stopping over one of your nipples and slowly rolling it between her fingers.

She stops for a second and your eyes flutter open. You look over at her and see she’s getting undressed.

“I want to feel you,” she says before heading back over to you

She gets on top of you and starts massaging you again. Feeling her bare pussy on top of yours sends you into a new fit of pleasure as you think about her grinding against you.

You feel yourself buck your hips again. She lets out a small laugh.

“Getting needy are we. Let me see how you feel down there,” she says, removing one of her hands from your chest and down to your pussy.

“Mmmm, you are getting drenched,” she says and starts making small circles on your clit with her fingers, massaging your breast with her other hand

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” she says

She’s off of you and heads down the bed. She pushes your legs up and lays down.

“Oh, you’re so fucking pretty honey~”

She places her tongue to the lips of your cunt and splits them slowly. She takes her hands to hold you open and you feel yourself clenching and throbbing. Getting wetter and wetter.

“Such a beautiful, needy little thing~”

She places her tongue back to you and teases your clit with her thumb

A fit of small moans escapes you and as much as you want to move your hips, you can’t because Makima is holding you down.

You feel yourself get closer to your climax and then she stops.

She goes up to your face and kisses your lips.

“Taste yourself sweetheart. You taste so fucking good and as much as I wanted to go longer, you’re not allowed to cum yet,” she says and starts making out with you

You want nothing more than to touch her and hold her closer to your body. Let your hands and fingers roam about her body. Feel what she feels like. Wondering if she’s as needy as you are. Wondering if she knows you want her as much as she wants you and as much as you want to cum for her.

You’re calmer now, but you are still very stimulated as your thoughts are filled with her.

She moves her hands up to your restraints and frees them. She breaks away from your lips and stands up. She frees your feet.

“Flip over on your stomach and get on your knees baby,” she says and gives you one more kiss

You do as she says and you arch back

“I didn’t think the view of you could get any better, but fuck you’re even more stunning this way.”

She grabs the dildo and lube from the box, as well as your butt plug.

She first starts with her fingers, licking them before entering you. She’s pumps in and out of you slowly, making sure you feel every stroke. She adds a third finger once you feel loose enough. She removes her fingers and they are replace with your dildo. You feel the balls of it slapping your clit and it starts to drive you wild. You want to push back on it, but in fear that you’ll cum, you decide against it. You didn’t want to disobey Makima.

As she continues pumping into you with the dildo, you feel a liquid going over your asshole and you release a small gasp. Makima lets out a small laugh.

“Doll, I can’t please one needy hole and not pleasure the other. She just looked so lonely, but don’t worry, i’ll take good care of her.”

She starts massaging circles around your other hole while still thrusting into you. More waves of pleasure take over your body. She adds more and more lube until you’re loose enough for her to finger your ass. You let out a loud moan. She removes the dildo from you and places your vibrator to your clit, still fingering you in your other place. That’s when you feel that big rush about to happen and she stops again.

She grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you close to her.

“You’ve been so good for me and I know you were so close just now, but I need you to hold on a bit longer.”

“Makima please, I can’t take anymore,” you say pleading

“You can baby. I know you can. Now face me,” she says and lets go of your hair

You turn around and now you’re face to face with her.

“Put this in,” she says holding your butt plug

You take it from her and insert it, letting out a moan.

She places your dildo under you

“Ride it and don’t break eye contact with me,” she says

You mount the dildo, mouth agape as it fills you up.

You bounce up and down on it.

“Touch yourself,” she says

You take your fingers and play with your clit

“Makima,” you moan out

“That’s it baby, scream for me,” she says with a delighted smile

“Makima,” you moan out a bit louder

“Keep going baby, do you feel it? That pressure building in your core as you bounce that beautiful pussy up and down that shaft,” she asks

“Y-yes,” you say almost breathless

“Do you want to cum,” she asks

You nod.

“Let me hear you baby. Tell me what you want,” she says

“I w-want to cum! Pl-please let me cum,” you say begging

“Go ahead,” she whispers in your ear,“cum for me sweetheart.”

You went a bit faster, your strokes becoming needier and needier for pleasure and then it happens. That sweet bliss. That pressure finally gone.

“Good girl,” she says and places a kiss on your lips

But you have one more thing you want to do

“M-Makima, I w-want to make you feel good too,”you say

“Is that so,” she says intrigued

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Say what you want,” she says

“Lay down,” you say

You place her legs over your shoulders and you take her in for a moment. You can’t believe this is real. You spread her lips with your fingers and you feel her warmth. She’s just as wet as you were before, maybe even wetter. You start to eat her out and her moans are now filling the room. You start to include your fingers and tease her asshole a bit while pleasuring her. You stop because you want to feel her against you when she cums. 

“Sit up, I want to feel you against me,” you say

“Wow, my princess is all grown up now, telling me what she wants confidently. Alright,” she says

You both entangle your limbs, pussies just centimeters apart until you make impact and start grinding against each other. Both of you releasing a symphony of moans from the pleasuring of feeling each other up close. Your fluids combining with each others. Bliss, pure bliss.

You both cum at the same time and Makima kisses you hungrily, then deepens it.

“You were so good baby, let’s rest now,” she says

You both lay down under the covers and she gives you one more kiss on the lips and the kisses your forehead.

“Good night,” she says

You say it back and both drift off to sleep.

Sooooooo I’m back!!!!!!! I hope you all who are of age enjoyed this and uhhhh I’ll see you again soon. Requests are always open, so don’t be afraid to ask.

[mountsmase]

Ok 1

Imagine him being sick

Maybe you two have just started dating. He is at home with a fever or something, but he doesn't tell you until the evening cause he knows you're at work and doesn't want to disturb you. His mum calls him, but he tells her there's no need to drive up to Manchester cause he'll be okay soom

When he knows you're out of work he calls you and tells you he is not too good and asks you if you can go over and stay with him a bit, maybe his temperature got higher and he neatly fainted so he understood he needs helps, ans you obviously ran there.

You spend the evening on his sofa cuddling up and end up falling asleep there cause he is lazy and doesn't have the strength to go upstairs

And maybe the morning after you're woken up by the door bell ringing, amd his parents are there,so you have to meet them for the first time🤭🤭🤭

Okay I love this 🤭

Maybe when his mum offers to come up to look after him he says that he’ll be fine and that he’s feeling okay but he’s secretly hoping that you’ll be able to look after him and he doesn’t want his mum to worry about driving all the way up when you’re just around the corner 🤭 and he’s been wanting to spend a bit more time with you (maybe you’ve been so busy with work that you’ve not been able to spend a lot of time together recently) and even if he’s sick he’s looking forward to finally seeing you 🥹

As soon as he texts you to say he’s not very well you’re rushing home, quickly changing and packing a bag ready to spend a couple of days with him and then you head over, stopping at the shop on the way to get stuff to make him soup for dinner and other bits and pieces you might need to take care of him (some pain killers, medicine, his favourite chocolate etc)

When you get there you let yourself in with the key he gave you and as soon as you see him you can tell that he’s really not well ☹️ he’s still in his training gear from physio that morning, looking a little pale but his cheeks are flushed, just looking really tired and when he speaks his voice is croaky, telling you he has a sore throat and he’s sniffing a lot

all you want to do is hold him and nurse him back to health 🥺

You go to greet him with a kiss but he doesn’t let you, not wanting to get you sick as well so you begrudgingly give his cheek a quick peck before helping him off the sofa, he protests and you’re half tempted to let him sit back down and snuggle up next to him but you take him upstairs and run him a bath, hoping it’ll help and sooth his aching muscles

He sits in it for a while with you staying in the bathroom with him, giving him a little head massage when he asks you to help him with washing his hair 🥰 you basically just pamper him loads, helping him do some skin care when he gets out of the bath, getting him changed into some comfy clothes before putting your own pjs on and heading back down stairs - you wanted him to get into bed, telling him you’d bring his food up for him but he wanted to stay with you 🥺 so you grab the duvet and pillows off the bed and go back to the living room, setting the sofa up like a little make shift bed and you wrap him up when he sits down before heading to the kitchen to start on his soup

You eat together and snuggle up to watch some TV and when he falls asleep you don’t have the heart to wake him, you’re both basically ready for bed anyway and you have the duvet and pillows down hear already so you decide to leave him be and fall asleep too

His parents showing up in the morning is obviously such a surprise 🙈 neither of you had any idea they were coming so you open the door thinking it’s some sort of delivery but they’re stood there just as confused as you are because they thought Mason would open the door not you - who’s stood there in one of their sons hoodies and a pair of pj shorts.

They know who you are though, instantly recognising you from the photos Mason has shown them - he talks about you all the time - and they quickly greet you with hugs, letting them selves in

You’re over come with so many nerves, not really knowing what to say but they help you feel at ease, chatting away with you as you lead them through to where Mason is still laying on the couch

He’s just as surprised as you are but he’s grateful to see them, practically holding you to him when you offer to leave so he can spend some time with them, the last thing he wants is for you to go home because just having you around made him feel so much better yesterday 🥺 you spend the rest of the day at his house, talking to his parents and looking after mason as best as you can and his parents fall in love with you instantly 🥰 seeing how well you’re looking after their boy and how much you clearly mean to him

and Mason can’t stop thinking about how much he loves you either 🤭 even if he hasn’t told you yet - that can wait until he’s feeling better and you’re alone again - but he’s certain 😌

[gloomyluvr]

EMBARAZADO

in which miles just wants to talk to his gf 🤷🏻‍♀️

fem!plussize!latina reader x miles morales

(anyone can read tho)

fluff guys. just fluff.

warnings!: i know jackshit about the comics so if like nothing is lore accurate or wtv im sorry. 100% Self indulgent. ik miles is a bit of a no sabo (😣) but we’re gonna pretend hes a bit more fluent 🥰

a/n: hey bitchess im back. you alr know i had to write for my bae miles. first miles fic and first fic in a year so sorry if this is bad.

masterlist

“ughh im so tired bro. apenas ‘stoy terminando the english homework.” y/n yawned into her phone. miles had called her as he finished his rounds swinging around the city making sure it was as safe as it could possibly be. 

“ugh, i have to do it when i get back to my dorm.” miles grunted as he swung from building to building. 

“i’ll send you a copy of mine if you need a reference.” miles only hummed in response. y/n had noticed the sound of the strong wind had calmed down. the phone on her desk suddenly buzzing. it was miles requesting a facetime call. 

“contesta! you have to see this view!” miles exclaimed. y/n answered with her camera turned off. 

“hmm. that looks amazing.”

“un dia, im taking you to all my favorite spots.” miles promised. he turned his camera to face him and that’s when he noticed y/ns camera was turned off. “heyy! turn on your camera. i wanna see your face!”

“ughh noooo! i look so fugly rn. i look like that weird dog filter on snapchat!” y/n turned her camera. she propped her phone up against her laptop.

“wait... that was a filter?” miles raised his eyebrow. 

“hey!!!! que malo!” she turned her camera off which miles responded to in protest. 

“nooo! im kidding y/nnn. pleaseee i wanna see your beautiful facee!” y/n complied smiling as she finally let miles clearly see her face. 

“hermosa!!!” miles jokingly blew kissed towards his phone. 

“ughhh stop it! that’s so embarrassing.” 

“how is me calling my novia ‘hermosa’ embarrassing? are you embarrassed of me” miles jokingly gasped as if he were offended. 

“YES!!” 

“WHATT?”

“miles, when i first heard about you it was cuz you pulled someones hair out!! that’s so embarrassing!” y/n laughed while miles cringed at the memory. 

“it was a total accident! i can’t believe you’re using this against me!” miles once again grunted as he resumed swinging. 

“are you embarazado?” y/n burst out in laughter at her own joke. miles tried not to laugh but hearing y/n’s laugh, he couldn’t keep it in.

“yes, estoy very embarazado.” he said as serious as he could. y/n only laughed more. “that’s so stupid bro. i can’t believe you’re dying at that.” he chuckled. once y/n calmed down miles spoke again, “is your roommate there?”

y/n looked behind her where her bunkbed was. “nope, i think she went to stay with her parents for the weekend. why?”

“so i could come over. no vas ir con tus papas?”

“nah, they’re outta town, remember?” miles hummed in response.

“amor, open your window please.” y/n did as miles asked. once he was fully inside, y/n engulfed him in a hug.

“hi love.” she sleepily said. 

“hi mi amor.” he kissed her forehead. 

“‘m so tiredd. changeee i wanna go mimis already.” y/n let go and went to lay down on the bottom bunk. she went and got comfy under her covers while waiting for miles to change into the pj’s she kept for him. once he was changed he turned the lights off. miles was back in front of y/n, putting some random netlifx show on y/n’s laptop.

finally he got on the bed and under the covers. y/n sighed as she cuddled up against miles.

“imagine if your mom saw us. god, poor mrs. morales would have a heart attack.”

“nah my mom adores you. imagine if YOUR dad saw us. he’d kill us!” 

“no he wouldn’t. he loves you! i think he loves you more than he loves me.”

“hmmm you’re right. im just better than you” miles shrugged.

“ok. fuck you.” y/n jokingly tried pushing miles away but he wouldn’t let go.

“nope. you’re staying here.” 

“hmm, im fine with that.”

[mydollsaregay]

@americangirlruinedmylife asked me if i had seen AG’s website today and for a minute i was so wrapped up in the revival of Julie’s floral jumpsuit that i straight up didn’t even see the other historical drops 😅

anyway i love this fit SO much. i was devastated when i got back into collecting and saw how expensive it was, so i am very pleased to be able to have a version of it (though they changed the sandal color for some reason?? it’s odd but im fine with it - I have some tan ones I’ll switch them out for).

the other thing I’m definitely going to be getting is Addy’s birthday dress- my Addy only has her pjs so i’m pumped to be able to get another fit for her!!! also I just love her birthday outfit. her snood is super fun, and I LOVE the checkered apron.

(I kinda wish the book was sold separately though, as I believe I already have a copy and. Y’know. Money.)

i actually LOVE the idea of the limited drop IF they end up doing what I think they’re going to do. they dropped just the birthday/spring outfits and books during the season when they take place….

I think they might be doing a seasonal release of each book and accompanying outfit??? 🤔

based on how much got left hanging around on sale for molly and kit, i think they might be trying to broaden the audience while limiting the amount they have to stock by doing these three girls at once - they could be planning to rotate out items as they add each new book and accompanying outfit, which I actually think is an extremely cool idea. there’s no way to know for certain until we hit summer and the next wave would release (if im not totally off base), but we’ll see 👀

[blissfullyecho]

how to start living in your “it girl” era | 2023 🍸 pt. 1

this is just a fun, random list. feel free to start implementing these ideas into your life to make you feel more like you’re in your “it girl” era 🤍 again: this is meant to be fun. no negativity please.

i. when at lounges, casinos, cocktail bars, nice restaurants, etc.

if you’re of age, try ordering more “upscale” beverages at the bar like classic cocktails (the manhattan, negroni, martini, etc.), wine, or champagne.

it’s also more fun to go during the downtime, late night hours on the weeknight (monday-thursday… even though thursday might start getting busy). unless you want to be in a louder environment where everyone and their mom is on top of each other, ordering over your shoulder because the bar is packed, then go at more quieter times. dressing up nicely, going to a nice establishment, and ordering a nice drink when it’s dimly lit, upscale, and there’s only a few people in there is such a vibe.

if you can, try ordering an uber luxe/premium to the restaurant or valet your car. ***make sure to tip***

ii. when at home

lounge in nice quality pj’s. silk/satin shorts and a sleepy shirt work very well. if it’s cold, opt for longer sleeves and pant legs.

drink water or any beverage you have in a glass, not the bottle or the can it came in.

of course, keep your place smelling good and clean. burn a high quality candle (i find that the expensive candles are definitely worth the money). for a home fragrance, lean less towards scents like vanilla, and more towards scents that are more perfume-like.

if you’re in the process of adding decor to your place, a lot of luxe interior designers like to add those random “art” pieces like sculptures, bowls, paintings, and other random decor around. but they like to keep the furniture minimal. the ambience is almost always natural sunlight during the day, and dark, dim, moody lighting during the evening.

iii. your social media

remain mysterious— posting several times a day, everyday is a bit much. unless you’re an influencer, limit posting to a few times a week, if that. “oh she posted again” doesn’t necessarily scream that you have a life.

keep your photos of similar quality with one another. using the same filter or preset keeps everything uniform if social media matters to you.

refrain from posting when you’re not at your best. refrain from posting you venting about something. be mindful of what you post. does it represent you as a person?

iv. your attitude (to others and yourself)

don’t be a rude person. don’t be bitter. don’t be resentful. don’t be negative. don’t gossip about others. don’t participate in the weird trend of self-deprecating “humor”. you should know you’re that girl, and you should move like her too. you should act in a way that you won’t accept nothing but the best, but still remain humble enough to know that it might take a bit of work on your part. raise your standards with men, raise your standards with friends, raise your standards with yourself. don’t compare your journey or yourself to others, even if they’re on a similar journey. be kind, be loving, and keep it moving on a positive note at all times

again, this was just a FUN post. if you wanna implement some of these ideas, perfect. if not, that’s fine too. love you lots xoxo

[the1975attheirverybest]

Christmas Eve

A/N: sorry about the delay and the quality of this.

Warnings: none.

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“I hope the rain won’t be as bad tomorrow.” Denise mused, as she walked through the door, speaking to no one in particular. “Oh, hello, darling.” Her face lit up as she spotted Matty’s girlfriend, sitting alone on the couch.

“How was your night? Did you get to catch up with everybody?”

“Oh, you know….Chatty, loud, great fun!” Denise hung her coat by the door. “Where are the boys? Why have they left you all alone?”

“In the kitchen. They said I wasn’t allowed in there. A ‘surprise’ or whatever.”

Denise winced, jokingly. “Well, that can’t be good. Whatever they’re up to…” she sighed contentedly, the warmth of the nearby fireplace warming her cold hands. “Oh well….give us a chance to catch up!”

As the two ladies sat, side by side, gossiping and swooning over childhood photos of Matty from old family albums, they heard a spirited discussion coming from the kitchen.

“That’s it. I don’t want them burning down this house. I’m going in there!” Denise sprung to her feet.

“Wait, I’ll come with. This should be fun.”

***

Matty and Louis broke into an incoherent groan, speaking over each other in their attempt to keep the two women out of the kitchen.

“Out! Out! You can’t see these yet! They’re not ready!”

Denise giggled as her eyes fell on the cookie sheet. “That’s very naughty! I can’t serve that to children!”

“See?! Louis gave Matty a disapproving look. Told you they look like dicks.”

Matty rolled his eyes. “Trust the process! They’ll look a lot more like candy canes once you add the frosting! Besides….the average penis comes with two circles at the base. These just have one.”

“Matty-“

Denise howled, amazed. “Those are meant to be candy canes?!!!”

“What, you think I made single balled penis- shaped treats for the whole family?” Matty held up one of his failed cookies, defeated.

“How does something like this even happen?!”

“I….we don’t quite know. We think we made the dough too thick?”

Louis attempted to make a dirty joke, but Matty nudged him, hiding the smile on his face, poorly.

“We also didn’t think….they’d come out curved like that….” He sighed. “I think once they’re covered in green, white, and red stripes though-“

“Oh, honey no.” Denise said through giggles, shaking her head. “We….i love you boys for trying, but we are not putting those out for people to eat.”

***

Matty looked around the living room. On either side of the room, his mother and brother had fallen asleep in their seats. He smiled as his girlfriend nestled into him. “Time for bed?” He whispered, pulling the blanket over them.

“Not yet. wanna see how the film ends.” She mumbled.

Matty leaned forward and picked up a cookie off the plate in front of him. “Can I offer you a deformed penis?”

She chuckled, louder than she should have at the joke.

“Hush! Are you trying to wake them!” Matty admonished but he couldn’t help but laugh, too. Her joy was contagious.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry…. You know how I get when I’m sleepy.” She sighed. “Refill my drink please?” Giving him her best puppy eyes. “I’ll split a penis cookie with you.”

“We’ve gotta finish eating those dicks and make a new batch. Will you help this time? I can’t risk having more phallic shaped baked goods at the Christmas table.”

***

“I just wanna sleeeeeppp.” matty whined.

“But we look cute! All tucked up in bed in our matching Santa pjs! Please one more selfie.”

He muttered something under his breath about her almost falling asleep downstairs.

“Fine, okay, but just ONE more. After that I get to close my eyes and rest. Okay?”

“Can we get one of us kissing, though? Won’t post it. Just for us.”

He rolled his eyes, relenting to her sweet smile.

“Oh that turned out adorable actually. Could you send that to me? I’ll set it as my phone wallpaper.”

She welled up at his words. “Oh, you’re so fuckin cute, Matty.”

“Fuck off. Time to sleep. I love you.” He covered his head with the duvet.

“Love you too.”

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New Releases - Week of August 27, 2024

We've found eight different new releases to shout about this week. Are any of them on your TBR? 

Bridge Across the Sky by Freeman Ng Atheneum Books for Young Readers

A raw and honest historical novel in verse about a Chinese teen who immigrates to the United States with his family and endures mistreatment at the Angel Island Immigration Station while trying to navigate his own course in a new world.

Tai Go and his family have crossed an ocean wider than a thousand rivers, joining countless other Chinese immigrants in search of a better life in the United States. Instead, they’re met with hostility and racism. Empowered by the Chinese Exclusion Act, the government detains the immigrants on Angel Island in the San Francisco Bay while evaluating their claims.

Held there indefinitely, Tai Go experiences the prison-like conditions, humiliating medical exams, and interrogations designed to trick detainees into failure. Yet amid the anger and sorrow, Tai Go also finds hope—in the poems carved into the walls of the barracks by others who have been detained there, in the actions of a group of fellow detainees who are ready to fight for their rights, in the friends he makes, and in a perceived enemy whose otherness he must come to terms with.

Unhappy at first with his father’s decision to come to the United States, Tai Go must overcome the racism he discovers in both others and himself and forge his own version of the American Dream.

The Sticky Note Manifesto of Aisha Agarwal by Ambika Vohra Quill Tree Books, Harper Collins

“How have you gotten out of your comfort zone?”

That’s the Stanford admissions prompt that valedictorian shoo-in Aisha Agarwal can’t answer. Her life’s been homework and junk food. So, when her crush, Brian, asks her to winter formal, Aisha thinks her fate is changing . . .

. . . until Brian stands her up.

As if on cue, a banged-up Volkswagen arrives outside the dance; the driver profusely apologizing for being late to pick her up. Does Aisha know him or what he’s talking about? No. Does the Stanford essay convince her to take him up on the ride? Absolutely.

To Aisha’s relief, seventeen-year-old Quentin Santos isn’t a kidnapper, but he is failing math. They strike a deal: if Aisha helps Quentin pass math, he’ll help push her out of her comfort zone, using a series of sticky note to-do’s—dares—that will not only give Aisha content for her essay, but will turn her into the confident person she’s always wanted to be.

From New Year’s Eve kisses to high school parties, Aisha’s sticky note manifesto is taking off. But when she falls for the wrong guy, hurts her best friend, and still can’t finish her essay, victory feels far from reach.

Is winning worth it if you end up losing yourself in the process?

Indiginerds edited by Alina Pete Iron Circus Comics

First Nations culture is living, vibrant, and evolving…

…and generations of Indigenous kids have grown up with pop culture creeping inexorably into our lives. From gaming to social media, pirate radio to garage bands, Star Trek to D&D, and missed connections at the pow wow, Indigenous culture is so much more than how it’s usually portrayed. These comics are here to celebrate those stories!

Featuring an all-Indigenous creative team, INDIGINERDS is an exhilarating anthology collecting 11 stories about Indigenous people balancing traditional ways of knowing with modern pop culture.

Bvlbancha Forever, by Ida Aronson and Tate Allen

Walk With The Earth Mother, by Maija Plamondon and Milo Applejohn

Roll Your Own Way, by Jordanna George

Digital Eden, by Raven John and Asia Wiseley

Amplification/Adaptation, by Em Matson and Nipinet Landsem

Welei (I Am Fine), by Bianca “binkz17” and Rhael McGregor

Saving Throws, by James Willier and Sam “Mushki” Medlock

Dorvan V, by Alina Pete

Uncured Horror, by Gillian Joseph and Wren Rios

Airwaves Pirates, by Autumn Star and PJ Underwood

Missed Pow Wow Connection, by Kameron White

Twin Flames by Olivia Abtahi Lee & Low Books

When djinn start to show up in twins Leila and Bianca’s small Virginia hometown, the only way they and their families will survive will be if the twins can get past their differences and start to act like sisters again.

Twins Bianca and Leila could not be more different from each other. Being both Argentinian and Iranian in a small town has always been hard, but with Leila shunning her heritage and Bianca embracing it, the two walk very different paths. They run in different circles of friends, and barely talk anymore. Leila’s a homebody who loves to craft and plans on marrying her high school sweetheart. Bianca’s more anti-establishment and plans to get out of Dodge as soon as humanly possible.

But on their eighteenth birthday, the neighbor’s barn is burned down–and it doesn’t seem to have been caused by anything normal like an electrical or fuel source. When Leila encounters a mysterious monster arising from the fire, suddenly she gains strange powers–and can no longer touch iron or even eat foods with high iron content.

What are these creatures and where are they coming from? What do they want with Leila–or other people in town, for that matter? Can the twins learn to rely on each other–and their cultures–to banish them? It’ll take a sisterly reconciliation for the girls to find out and to save their hometown in this New Visions Award-winning fantasy adventure.

Everything We Never Had by Randy Ribay Kokila

From the author of the National Book Award finalist Patron Saints of Nothing comes an emotionally charged, moving novel about four generations of Filipino American boys grappling with identity, masculinity, and their fraught father-son relationships.

Watsonville, 1930. Francisco Maghabol barely ekes out a living in the fields of California. As he spends what little money he earns at dance halls and faces increasing violence from white men in town, Francisco wonders if he should’ve never left the Philippines.

Stockton, 1965. Between school days full of prejudice from white students and teachers and night shifts working at his aunt’s restaurant, Emil refuses to follow in the footsteps of his labor organizer father, Francisco. He’s going to make it in this country no matter what or who he has to leave behind.

Denver, 1983. Chris is determined to prove that his overbearing father, Emil, can’t control him. However, when a missed assignment on “ancestral history” sends Chris off the football team and into the library, he discovers a desire to know more about Filipino history―even if his father dismisses his interest as unamerican and unimportant.

Philadelphia, 2020. Enzo struggles to keep his anxiety in check as a global pandemic breaks out and his abrasive grandfather moves in. While tensions are high between his dad and his lolo, Enzo’s daily walks with Lolo Emil have him wondering if maybe he can help bridge their decades-long rift.

Told in multiple perspectives, Everything We Never Had unfolds like a beautifully crafted nesting doll, where each Maghabol boy forges his own path amid heavy family and societal expectations, passing down his flaws, values, and virtues to the next generation, until it’s up to Enzo to see how he can braid all these strands and men together.

Our Shouts Echo by Jade Adia Disney-Hyperion

Survival Tip #1: The world is going to shit. Whatever you do, trust no one.

Sixteen-year old Niarah Holloway’s only goal in life is to get through it unnoticed. That, and to spend her first summer in LA building a doomsday bunker in her backyard. Because if the past few years have taught Niarah anything, it’s that the ocean levels are rising, minimum wage is a scam, and the people who are supposed to protect you will hurt you. Now the only thing that helps Niarah stay afloat amidst the constant waves of anxiety and dread that threaten to drag her under is her new mantra: Be prepared.

But Niarah wasn’t prepared for Mac Torres. Not for his disarmingly cute face, or for his surfer lifestyle, or for the way his smile resuscitates her heart. Mac is a bomb that blows Niarah’s world to pieces, but instead of disaster, he fills it with sunset bonfires, breakfast burritos, and new friends.

For years, Niarah’s life has revolved around ignoring the demons of her past, avoiding the problems of her present, and preparing for the catastrophes of the future. Now Mac—with his sunshine laugh and infectious optimism— is determined to show her another way to be. But in a world where the worst feels inevitable, can one summer be enough to light the way to a hopeful future? Can one summer be enough to fall in love?

With Love, Echo Park by Laura Taylor Namey Atheneum

Seventeen-year-old Clary is set to inherit her family’s florist shop, La Rosa Blanca—one of the last remnants of the Cuban business district that once thrived in Los Angeles’s Echo Park neighborhood. Clary knows Echo Park is where she’ll leave a legacy, and nothing is more important to her than keeping the area’s unique history alive.

Besides Clary’s florist shop, there’s only one other business left founded by Cuban immigrants fleeing Castro’s regime in the sixties and seventies. And Emilio, who’s supposed to take over Avalos Bicycle Works one day, is more flight risk than dependable successor. While others might find Emilio appealing, Clary can see him itching to leave now that he’s graduated, and she’ll never be charmed by a guy who doesn’t care if one more Echo Park business fades away.

But then Clary is caught off guard when an unexpected visitor delivers a shocking message from someone she thought she’d left behind. Meanwhile, Emilio realizes leaving home won’t be so easy—and Clary, who has always been next door, is who he confides in. As the summer days unfold, they find there’s something stronger than local history tying them together.

Libertad by Bessie Flores Zaldivar Dial Books

A queer YA coming-of-age set during the rigged Honduran presidential election, about a young poet discovering the courage it takes to speak her truth about the people and country she loves.

As the contentious 2017 presidential election looms and protests rage across every corner of the city, life in Tegucigalpa, Honduras churns louder and faster. For her part, high school senior Libertad (Libi) Morazán takes heart in writing political poetry for her anonymous Instagram account and a budding romance someone new. But things come to a head when Mami sees texts on her phone mentioning a kiss with a girl and Libi discovers her beloved older brother, Maynor, playing a major role in the protests. As Libertad faces the political and social corruption around her, stifling homophobia at home and school, and ramped up threats to her poetry online, she begins dreaming of a future in which she doesn’t have to hide who she is or worry about someone she loves losing their life just for speaking up. Then the ultimate tragedy strikes, and leaving her family and friends—plus the only home she’s ever known—might be her only option.

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/27/2024) Episode: An Engaging Endorsement

Don and Luigi left their babies playing downstairs and headed to the Lothario mansion’s private studio to record a PrimSim cosmetic endorsement.

Luigi had been stockpiling ideas for his next family promo ever since the first two had gone so well. Before entering the studio, he stopped to tell his great grandfather about some of the scenes he really wanted to work into this video, but Don interrupted him after only a few sentences.

“Those are all clever concepts, but you’ve got to remember that endorsements aren’t theater: nobody wants to hear scripted dialog and see special effects.” The ancient mage stepped back to wiggle his magical sparkling fingers before stepping in to clap a hand on his grandson’s shoulder.

“My promos have won acclaim for centuries, and it’s all about keeping it real. Just focus on having fun trying these products with your Grandpa Don.”

It was hard for the self-centered Luigi to take Don’s advice at first, but the older sim quicky broke the ice.

“I probably should have modeled this before I stuffed myself with a holiday feast,” he said as he spun into a ridiculous floral print mankini. “But we all worry about looking our best at the beach. Fortunately, PrimSims waterproof tinted sunscreen is just the thing to smooth out my tan lines.”

Soon they were laughing together as Luigi joked: ”This flesh-colored stuff does fine covering up my late-night gaming binge eye bags, but under a glare like your sunlamp what I really need to do is apply a lot more of this dark eyeshadow. I’m not sure it it’s a goth or a football look, but I like it.”

“We killed it!” Luigi enthused after Don shared all the footage from the non-drone cameras. “I think my sponsors will love this. Thanks so much for handling the fashion element. “Dress up your new, younger looking face” was a great line and I had a great time in there with you today.”

“Anytime man, I love working with family too. Speaking of which, next time we get together you’ll finally be marrying your lady downstairs, right?”

Luigi nodded “I know, its about time. Things got complicated and a bit bumpy when Skye came along, but we’ve been planning it for awhile.”

“A long, long while, from what I hear.” his grandfather joked, laughing at his grandson’s embarrassment. “You really thought NONE of your old roommates would gossip? Two sims can keep a secret…if one of them is dead. It’s fine, boy. We all fall into complex romantic situations sometimes.”

Arriving back on the island Noemi busied herself getting Skye ready for bed while Luigi spun into his PJs and went to upload his video footage.

“I’ll just cut a really quick rough draft with some of the best bits while they’re fresh in my memory” he said to himself, trying to justify immediately violating his promise to his fiancée to stay off the computer after spending so much time streaming with Denton earlier in the day.

“I can’t leave it looking like this!” the perfectionist murmured, steadfastly ignoring the painful ache in his mousing hand as he concentrated on edit after edit, rapidly shaping the promotion closer to his exacting specifications. Eventually his guilt got the better of him, and he went to find Noemi.

Luigi discovered why Noemi hadn’t caught him being naughty when he entered the bedroom to find her all dressed up to be a bit “naughty” herself.

She frowned with suspicion as he slipped his brace on but quickly converted it into a pouty expression. “Oh no, you’ve hurt yourself!” Her lover played along, changing his grin into a grimace while cradling his wrist protectively against his chest “Afraid so. I’m in sooo much pain and just don’t know what to do.”

As he eagerly complied with the “special healing technique” she promised would have him feeling much better in no time, Luigi reflected that Harvestfest had been a roaring success. With their wedding coming up soon, he looked forward to much more of the same in the days to come.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

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Blaise doesn’t think he’s better then muggleborns or muggles, Blaise just thinks he’s better then everyone and that’s why the reader is chill spending time with him as she openly rejects the other slytherins that can’t get past their bigoted shit.

and the boy has some major Gina Linetti vibes to him but he absolutely worships the ground the reader walks on.

one day he just rolls up to Privet Drive in some ridiculously expensive car, most likely driven by a squib employed by his mother, to hangout with the reader because his mom had accompanied her newest husband on some business trip of his. the Dursleys have no idea how to react to the first time they see him playing wizard’s chess with the reader on the floor of their living room in his quidditch themed pjs.

Blaise being the only pureblood not to question or throw any repulsion towards Dursley!Reader regarding their obvious muggle stuff. On the low down he actually finds their stuff quite interesting but it’s not due to it all being muggle related but solely because it’s the Reader’s and they like it, even if he doesn’t know what exactly their knick-knacks are or what they’re used for. He also keeps quiet for the most part, even when he’s repulsed or offended so he wouldn’t outwardly judge or show too much disdain for the Reader’s muggle home or family. As long as he gets to spend some time with them then he’ll tolerate it. Besides, he’ll get an idea for himself of how these muggles treat his darling and then he’ll be able to plan how he’ll take the Reader away from them.

I can’t help but imagine Harry’s reaction to Blaise fucking Zabini being at 4 Privet Drive. He would absolutely be overwhelmed with paranoia, every muscle in his body tensed to the max ready to put himself between his cousin and protect them if need be. Who cares if he gets expelled or is thrown in Azkaban for using magic outside of school *cough* absolutely obliterating Zabini *cough*, Harry will do whatever he needs to to protect the only family he cares about.

Blaise isn’t an idiot or dense, he knows damn well that Harry isn’t happy that he’s there but Blaise isn’t there for him so he couldn’t care less. Not to mention, Harry makes it so very blatantly obvious that he does not want Blaise there and if he so much as breaths wrong in his cousin’s presence then he’ll throw hands. Meanwhile, Petunia, Vernon and Dudley are all cowered in a corner due to the sheer amount of animosity coming from both Harry and Blaise, directed towards one another. And poor Dursley!Reader is obliviously stuck in the middle of the two.

Honestly, so long as Blaise rolled up to Privet Drive in some kind of muggle way, Vernon could tolerate him being over. And given how Blaise keeps to himself and minds his tongue, Vernon wouldn’t have too much of a problem with him. He may even forget for the most part that the kid is a wizard, and a pureblood one at that. Hell, Vernon honestly probably forgets the kid is even over due to how quiet he is but he can’t deny how eerie the kid is while following the Reader around like a shadow.

If the Reader was fine with it and comfortable having Blaise over then Petunia wouldn’t throw him out but she’s keeping her eyes on this kid and how he is with her child. I mean, Harry’s already doing a pretty damn good job already at keeping a close eye on the two but Petunia will be watching like an hawk all the same. She may even pull Harry aside, still with the Reader and Blaise very much in their sights, and demand information on just who this new child is, how he knows the Reader, and especially how he got their address.

Blaise wouldn’t show it but he absolutely adores his time with his darling and getting to be near them without the watchful eyes of the other Slytherin purebloods. He wouldn’t breath a word of his adventure to the muggle world or his time with the Reader and being in their home and amongst their family. He would keep that all to himself, knowing both the danger it could bring his darling and the shame it would bring him and his mother. But whenever his mother was away while he was back home from school, Blaise would make more visits to the Reader’s when given the chance. More times then not spending the night over, even multiple nights. It’s not like his mother cares or anyone is at home waiting for him so why not be with the one person he wants to care about him.

The times the Reader stays at Hogwarts for the holidays, Blaise would do the same. No reason going home if he can’t be able to see them at some point. Besides, the other purebloods will be gone for the most part so he wouldn’t have to be too on his guard but that doesn’t mean he completely drops it either. He’ll just be able to get away with glancing over at the Reader more often then usual and being able to follow them around the corridors without anyone paying too much mind or picking up on his odd behavior. And if the Reader is in Slytherin then he can be around them more in the common room, getting to actually sit closer to them then he usually gets to.