#i LOVED mascara and tippy toes

[koishua]

incoming new theme btw

[aakeysmash]

hii, first time writing a prompt :)

maybe a drunk reader and sukuna has to take care of her and take her home, she forgot her jacket and he lends her his sweater. maybe established relationship?

(i love your sukuna fics hehehe)

i made this a bit angsty lol

"you look like a spider."

sukuna rolls his eyes, then turns around and keeps on dragging you by your hand, just like he has been doing for the past 10 minutes. "what the fuck are you saying now?"

you trip on your own two feet, again, and you have to stop, again. you see him closing his eyes and taking one big inhale. he's really close from breaking your neck. you wobbly get in front of him, squint and poke his chest with your freshly done nail. "you- *hic* have eight eyes. ouch!"

you frown, massaging your forehead. he just flicked you.

"spiders have eight legs, not eight eyes. and i do not have eight fucking eyes," he tells you, annoyed.

"okay but still," you pout. you look at him and- damn, he's really fucking pretty. even if he's blurry he looks like a king: he's only wearing a sweater, but he's the hottest man you've ever seen. you try getting on your tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek, but you almost fall face-flat on the concrete you're walking on.

"you stink, don't get close to me," he says, serious, dodging your attempt to grab his forearm. then he turns around and leaves you there, standing. you open your mouth to say something, but no words come out, so you just stare at his retreating back. you know you're annoying him badly. it's not like receiving a messy text saying your girlfriend is drunk and that she needs a ride could be pleasurable for anyone, especially if you told her to be careful while she was out with her friends and if the text was sent in the middle of the night. and especially if you fought before she got out.

you're a little bit lost in your thoughts, and walking has become really hard, and when you look up you don't see sukuna anywhere. you feel like crying. you hate when he gets angry, especially because you never know how to say sorry properly. you didn't think he'd leave you in the middle of the street, though.

you sit down on the sidewalk and decide to take off your heels. they're hurting your feet and they make you seem like a drug addict for the people that see you walk. not like you could care less without sukuna making fun of you for it. you went a little overboard, sure, but you don't leave a girl alone at night.

you start crying. you don't even remember why you fought in the first place; maybe something that had to do with mowing the lawn this saturday? or was it about last night's tv series? anyway, you start missing him badly, you just want to go to sleep and stop your head from hurting. plus, it's so cold tonight. why does he have to be this difficult?

"the fuck are you doing?" a voice comes from behind you. you jump a little and try turning around, but you're suddenly brought up by two massive arms, finding yourself face to face with your boyfriend. he's looking at you weirdly. it's so cold.

"oh. hi," you say, sniffling and trying to wipe your tears, only creating a bigger mess on your face from your mascara streaks. your feet are touching the bare concrete and you feel like a mess. you fidget while avoiding the eye contact he's trying to make.

"why are you- nevermind," he answers himself, exhaling hard. you close your eyes and try not to let more tears out, feeling like he's going to tell you you need a break of some sort, when a weird warmth engulfs you. you look at your shoulders, now covered by the jacket he always has in his car "just in case he gets cold". but you know he never gets cold, he always runs warm. he keeps that jacket in his car for you.

he gets one of his hands on your cheeks, angling your face towards him, then tries cleaning up your snot and make-up with a tissue. you look up at him, big eyes observing his every move. you're warmer now. his hand touching you is warm too, and he makes little circles on your skin. you know it's his way of saying he's sorry.

"you're so messy," he mumbles, his face extremely close to yours, kissing your nose lightly. you burst into tears again.

"yo what-"

"i- i thought you lef-left me here," you sob, leaning your head on his chest. he's paralyzed for a moment, then gets one hand on your small back and caresses your head with the other.

"baby, you were freezing, i just went to the car to get your- my jacket."

"i know but you were so-so annoyed *hic* i thought-"

"then stop thinking," he interrupts you. you still, then lightly nod, brushing your face on his shirt.

"not too much, pretty girl, this shirt is white," he chuckles in your ear, still massaging your scalp. you hum.

"let's get you home, m'kay? i'll run you a really nice bath. i'mma make sure you take aaaall your medicines and get you to bed, mh?" he mocks you, almost like he's talking to a child.

you softly punch his chest, then mumble, "the bath sounded nice."

you're swept off your feet, then he squats to get the heels you left on the sidewalk.

"then i'll run you one for real. everything for you."

you're already dead asleep when you get to his car, and he makes sure to kiss your forehead before closing the passenger door, a little smirk on his lips.

[pwr3tties]

✧.* PARENTING ! - ,,

includes: sae and nagi

warnings: pure fluff, parent au, lowercase intended and blue lock boys being absolutely adorable with their children

a/n: lol i came up with this while my brother was laying on my chest fast asleep but other than that, enjoy!

SAE — ‘ daddy daughter time ’

Sae had just returned from an away game; and your friends decided it was time for you to leave the house and allow your darling husband to watch your 12-year-old daughter for the week while the five of you travelled out of town for the weekend. Though your husband loves [daughter’s name], she has just entered her terrible teens. You knew that sae wouldn't put up with any of it.

But as you twisted the key, entering the house which contained your husband and child, you were surprised to see them in the living with your makeup scattered around the floor as sae held the eyeliner with his tongue slightly poked out as he carefully applied the black ink to your daughter’s eye.

“sae? What are you two doing?” you chuckled, placing your bag on the glass table with a slight grin. Your daughter whipped her head around when she heard your voice smearing liquid eyeliner on her cheek, “Hi, mom!” emerging from her spot on the couch, [daughter’s name] sprinted towards you as sae followed behind with a small smile and his hand running through his hair. “Welcome home, love.” He smiled, wrapping both you and your daughter in his arms.

“How was your trip? Did you bring me home anything?” [daughter’s name] queried, digging through your bag in search of anything ‘cool’. sae stood behind you running his hand down your back, resting his head on your shoulder.

“There is nothing in there for you, so how ‘bout you two explain to me what my makeup is doing out here.” you laughed, swatting her hand away softly. They both looked at each other for a while, then stared at the mess made in the living room.

“It was her fault—”

“—it was his fault” They pointed at each other with baffled looks on their faces as the other accused them. “sae,” You grabbed [daughter’s name]’s face examining the small amount of makeup on her face. When you said small, you meant lip gloss, a neutral eyeshadow, foundation, mascara and eyeliner. “did you put my makeup on her?” emphasizing the ‘my.’ letting go of her cheek to glare at your husband, who looked slightly amused.

“You gotta admit, Mom, he did a good job.” Your daughter chuckled, intertwining her hand with yours. “I thought you’d be the one to say ‘no’ to makeup?” You laughed, still staring at sae.

“She convinced me to let her, and it worked.” He sighed, picking up the bag of makeup wipes. “Well, since it’s already out, how about we do Daddy’s makeup too?”

“Only if we do Mommy’s next.” sae bargained.

NAGI — ‘ bedtime ‘

Quietly sneaking out the room of your 1-year-old son you entered your shared bedroom and flopped onto the bed beside a tired seishiro. “What took you so long?” He groaned turning to face you. “As soon as I laid him onto the bed he woke up crying.” You sighed allowing your drowsiness to engulf you. “C’mere,” nagi yawned wrapping his arms around your torso, closing his eyes to sleep.

“Goodnight, love,”

“Goodnight, sei,” but this peace didn’t last long because your infant decided it would be a great time to leave his room to come and take the spot on your chest where sei was already asleep. Standing on his tippy toes, [son’s name] creaked open the door and marched his way to the bed shaking you awake.

It was 11:53, and you had a rough day, so not ready to fight with the little boy in front of you, you picked him up and pushed Nagi onto the bed, replacing him with your son. but as soon as Nagi’s head collided with the pillow, he stirred awake to see you and your son embracing each other, forcing him to lay on the other side of the bed, mumbling how the ‘thing’ was always stealing your attention.

and let’s say, the following day, while you and [son’s name] were well-rested, sei looked as if he were up all night, and he refused to talk to both of you until he was peppered with millions of kisses and sweet nothings.

a/n: first post down! a hundred more to go! anyways pls suggest what i should write bc i’m running out of ideas

reblogs and likes are appreciated! nameless blogs dni

[ethansluvbot]

Hey can u maybe write something with reader who struggles with sh and suicide thoughts x Ethan 🫶

(You don’t have to do it if u feel uncomfy writing this)

CIGARETTES OUT THE WINDOW | ETHAN LANDRY

warnings: self harm, suicide (thoughts), a breakdown?? (idk if that's a trigger), eating disorder, unrealistic expectations (internet)

an: as someone who struggles with all of the above i would love to bring awareness. your body is beautiful which sounds pretty narcissistic of me since im not 100% comfortable with mine. if you struggle with theses disorders don't hesitate to reach out to me :)

you hated having to lie to ethan, almost as much as he hated when you did. if you didn't he wouldn't exactly leave you alone. you told him that you were done trying to live up to unrealistic expectations.

your staked up school work, the ghostface on the loose and your friends turning against each other didn’t help.

your professors didn’t understand how exhausting the work was. especially when you had your whole day full.

here you were locking the bathroom door behind you. the blade was in your hand as you slid down the door. would people even care if you were gone?

tears slipped down your face as you silently sobbed. you hated being like this, but it was your only out. bringing the knife to your thigh you shake.

you were always overly anxious about the way your body looked. your stomach was one of your worst insecurities. usually you ended up skipping meals. even making sure not to eat snacks as often.

you jump at the sudden knock on the front door. accidentally making a wound on your leg. you winced in pain grabbing a towel and wiping it.

"one minute," you yelled sliding your shorts back on. you recognized the voice to be ethan's. panicking you grab a bandage putting it on quickly.

rushing to your door you open it only to reveal your face. he looked down at you with a huge grin holding up a bag of take out. opening the door you let him walk in.

"hey! i know i showed up unexpectedly but i was thinking about you." he winked at you as blush began to creep up your face.

"thank you," you got up on your tippy toes enveloping his lips. you jumped up letting him sit you on the counter. trailing his hand up your thigh he felt something unusual.

"what's this?"

"oh, um i accidentally cut myself shaving," you looked down with a frown. he could see right through you, he knew that you did it again. even after you told him you quit there was always a fear of you lying to him.

"love, i thought you said you would quit?"

"i know, i know and im trying my hardest. its just so hard to stop once you begin," tears fall out of your eyes as you speak. he grabs you closer pulling you into a hug. collapsing into his touch you begin to huff. your mascara staining down your cheeks as you pull him closer.

"how about we eat and then we can go watch stab?" he cocks his head to the side to wait for your response. you nod excitedly hoping off the counter.

"i love you ethan," you didn't understand what you did to deserve him. he was a tall, nerdy and sweet boy that you couldn't live without. he loved her as much as she did, maybe even more.

"i love you too." he began to kiss your neck slowly.

[ghostlywhiskey]

I can't find the post but someone said the song Pony by Ginuwine gives Price vibes and I cannot stop thinking about it. Every time I listen to that song my brain short circuits because I can clearly imagine cowgirl/reverse cowgirl with John.

Like the certified ass man he is, reverse cowgirl with him is usually one of his hands caressing your ass cheeks while the other rubs slow and teasing circles on your clit.

Cowgirl with Price is also great, but that's when he spends extra time admiring your blissed-out-of-your-mind expression and fondles with your breasts. He will not hesitate to show them some good tender loving car, probably with his hands still holding you steady by your ass <3

I bet he would also like doggy just because he gets front-row seats to see your ass shake with each of his thrusts.

✨A S S M A N✨

-🤎

pov: this is john price

and once again, as president of the john price being an ass man club, AGREED!

this man will find any reason to stand behind you too, when you are cooking dinner he’ll hug you just to press his hard on into your ass. and when you are out running errands and waiting on the checkout line, you always have to swat his hand away because he’ll pull you close to kiss your cheek but his hand will slip from your side to give your ass a nice squeeze. and when you are getting ready in the mirror, on your tippy toes and leaning over to perfect your mascara, he’s sneaking up behind you.

i need him so bad

[beeloovedd]

Writing Request: A fluffy family moment in Phase 1, with Noodle and her dads!

Noodle and russel

Russel pov:

I hum as I begin to cook breakfast for the band it's about 9am or something yet everyone else is still asleep. I go to the kitchen and open it to get some bacon then when I close it noodle appears. I jump a bit then laugh slightly "morning noodle" I say with a smile as I begin to cook the back. "おはよう" she says as she walks over and goes on her tippy toes to attempt to see what I'm doing yet she's still to short so she pouts and tugs at my shirt. I look down at her with a slight laugh "what? you wanna come up here and help?" She nods now with a smile. I carefully pick her up and sit her on the counter so she can watch. "マードックとトゥーチーはどこですか？" She ask as she watches me cook. "Still sleeping they're lazy" I smile and noodle laughs, she can understand English but only knows a few words in English. We spent the rest of the morning cooking and laughing.

Noodle and murdoc

Murdoc pov:

I groan as I wake up due to something tugging on my arm, I sigh then roll over. "Ah!" I say as I roll over and noodle stares at me directly in the eye. She has a tear stained face and is holding a stuffed animal that Russel gave her for dear life. "What do you- are you alright?" I say as I rub my eyes. "Scary." She says with her voice breaking slightly. I piece together that she might've had a nightmare, I sigh and pat my chest. She climbs on the bed and lays on my chest and wraps and arm around me and another one around her stuffed animal. "Your fine now, it's not real" I say not really knowing how to comfort her. A few minutes later I feel her go a bit limp and fall asleep. I smile slightly and put an arm on her back and my other arm behind my head. "Goodnight love" I say as I fall asleep.

2D and noodle

2D pov:

I mess with one of my keyboards out of boredom, not really trying to make anything but more just trying random settings. That is untill I hear a knock on my door. I open the door and noodles there with a smile and a small box. "Oh hey noodle did you need something?" I ask with a smile as I look down at her. "Makeover!" She says as she proudly hold up the box. I laugh then let her in the room and put up the keyboard. She sits on my bed and waits. I sit across from her "what you got in there?" I ask as I point to the box. She smiles and opens it. There's some nail polish, hair tools and makeup that Russel got her for Christmas. "Makeover!" She says with a smile as she grabs my hand then some nail polish . I laugh slightly at how fast she is to do this. She begins to put on a sparkly pink nail polish on me and a light blue one on my middle finger. "What's with the blue?" I ask with a smile as I try to not move my hands even though she's already mainly painting my finger. "動かないでください！リングがあるから違うよ" she says. "Ah ok" I say even though I have no idea what she said. After a few minutes she finishes painting my nails and now pulls out the makeup. "No moving" she says as she puts on eyeshadow on me. After almost stabbing my eye out she puts on some blush and lipstick. I put on my own eyeliner and mascara cause I don't exactly trust her to. After we finish the makeup she doesn't let me it yet and begins to work on my hair. She puts it up in a messy ponytail yet still somehow better then I do it. She smiles and hands me a mirror. "あなたはとてもきれいに見える!" She says with a big smile. I smile, she did a suprisingly good job on the makeup. A nice pink eyeshadow blended with a bit of purple and a soft pink lipstick is what she did. "I love it. Thank you noodle" I say as I ruffle her hair and she smiles.

[kpop]

Music Spotlight: XG

Are you ready for a special Music Spotlight guest appearance? This week, we’re featuring popular new global girl group XG to celebrate the release of their second single “Mascara.” We caught up with the members to chat about their first comeback, their aesthetics and inspirations, and their favorite things about each other. Check out our full interview below!

Tell us a little about your new single “Mascara” and what you hope fans take away from it.

JURIN: I LOVE the song “MASCARA.” This song is all about “the bond between friends" and "solidarity," and gives you the confidence to value every moment, support each other and your friends, but be yourself and be positive! You can feel XG's vibe through this track!

COCONA: “MASCARA” to me is, in short, a strong and confident song. The lyric "Don't mess with my MASCARA" contains a strong message of confidence: "I won't let anyone make me cry.” I hope that through our performance as well as our music, everyone can feel more confident and stronger in themselves.

MAYA: MASCARA is a song encouraging people to realize their worth and regain confidence in themselves. We want to tell fans to always be themselves and have faith in their style! Don’t forget that whenever you need help, there are always people who will be there for you to help you get through the difficult times. There are so many hurdles and obstacles to work through, but believing in yourself and never giving up is the key!

Are there any women in particular that inspire you in the music industry?

CHISA: So many people inspire me, but Madonna, Rihanna, and Lady Gaga are artists who have inspired me since I was a child and continue to inspire me in music, fashion, and even lifestyle! I still remember listening to a lot of Madonna's songs in the car and vibing to them when I was 10 years old. I think that was one of the moments that led me to my dream of becoming an artist!

JURIN: When I was 13 years old, I started listening to music from the 90s and it inspired me. I listened to TLC, Destiny's Child, Aaliyah, and many others, but mainly female artists representing the 90s, I listened to them every day! It influenced my taste and style of how I dressed a lot back then and it made me think, "Someday I want to do this kind of music too," and I started my path to becoming an artist!

HARVEY: Doja Cat! Her confident and majestic performances always amaze me. I am always inspired by Doja Cat's stage performance, dancing, singing, and rapping.

COCONA: I have always admired Ms. Lauryn Hill since I was young and she is still an artist that inspires me a lot. I first fell in love with Lauryn Hill when I saw her perform in Sister Act. I think she is a unique and cool artist in all aspects, not only in her music but also in her live performance, aura, and style.

This is your first single following your debut—how was preparation different this time around and were there any lessons you learned from your debut?

COCONA: During the preparation period for “Tippy Toes,” because it was our debut, I remember that many things were new to me and there was so much I didn’t understand. Starting with the music video shoot, I think I was able to use my learnings and experiences from “Tippy Toes” to prepare for “MASCARA.” I can set specific goals for my daily rehearsals, now that I have a clearer idea of what I need to do. I get particularly nervous in front of the camera and my movements and facial expressions tend to be a little awkward. But after a lot of practicing, I’ve taken on board what I learned last time and I can show a more mature appearance in “MASCARA”! With the experience of “MASCARA,” I hope to continue to work hard, learn more and become even better!

CHISA: We had a lot to learn and take in during the preparation of our debut single "Tippy Toes," so this time we were able to practice more efficiently with clearer goals and it was a lot of fun! In "Tippy Toes" we prepared and expressed both our core music side and our cool side, but in "MASCARA" we were more conscious of delivering our power and energetic vibes!

Who and/or what influences your overall aesthetic—from your music to your style to your fashion sense?

CHISA: We listen to a variety of music regardless of genre, from R&B and Hip-Hop to Pop, Trap, and Soul. Also, our fashion and style are influenced by overseas artists, models, movies, and dramas that we watch! I look up to Rihanna and Gigi Hadid for fashion.

JURIN: I feel that we each have our styles, favorite artists, music, movie characters, and such, and we each know our style. I love 90s music and fashion, especially the street style, where I get my inspiration.

Your new single is called “Mascara,” but what are your favorite beauty items?

CHISA: I love my highlighter! It's my go-to item when I'm doing my makeup! I have all kinds of highlighters, but they all come in slightly different colors and pearls, so I use them for whatever mood I’m in that day! When I want to lift my mood, I put highlights on the tip of my nose and under my eyebrows as well!

HINATA: My latest favorite is my nightcap! I highly recommend wearing a nightcap when you go to bed because it makes your hair shiny and silky when you wake up in the morning.

JURIN: My favorite beauty item is eyelash serum! The title of our song is “MASCARA,” and the most important part of my makeup is my eyelashes and mascara! So I put extra effort into lash care to prevent my lashes from getting damaged! Every night before going to bed I always apply eyelash serum to make them stronger and longer.

HARVEY: I love mascara!! When I do my makeup, I always pay the most attention to my eyelashes! When I apply eye makeup, I lift my lashes with an eyelash curler before applying mascara, but even just applying mascara makes my eyes look more defined and changes the whole look! Mascara is a must-have to make my facial features stand out!

What are your favorite things about your fellow group members?

CHISA: What I love about all the members is how they are considerate of each other and that they laugh a lot! Hinata is so reliable and kind. She always helps me when I am assembling or carrying something. I love Jurin's taste in fashion and I think she’s the most fashionable one in XG! I love Harvey's reactions. Her smile makes everyone happy! Juria is always calm and comfortable with the members! Maya is the one who makes us laugh and gets excited when something funny happens, and makes the atmosphere more exciting and fun! I like Cocona's consistency with writing a diary. It inspires me.

HINATA: Cocona is good at seeing the best in others, and I appreciate her compliments all the time! Maya’s honest and playful personality is so cute! I love the way she lights up the room all the time! Juria is kind to everyone and makes me feel at ease when I am with her. Harvey is super cool when she’s performing, but off stage, she’s super funny and cute! She sometimes has a unique way of speaking and moving, and I like it. I like Jurin because she thinks really quickly and as a leader, she speaks up clearly for us. She has a different personality from me, but we get along very well! I like Chisa because she is really funny and always makes the members laugh! When Chisa and Maya are together, everything seems brighter.

JURIN: I like how talkative Cocona is. When we’re in a group, Cocona mostly just listens, but when we are alone, I’m the one that listens and Cocona is always talking by herself, which is so cute lol. I respect and love how Maya's always full of energy. I don't think it's that easy to stay cheerful and energetic at all times, so I know she's always looking around to see what's going on! I love Juria’s hard-working spirit, and seeing Juria working so hard makes me feel like I have to work hard too! I like Harvey’s amazing sense of humor, and even though she plays it cool, she and Chisa are the two funniest in XG! I love that Hinata laughs at everything! To the point where sometimes I wonder if she's forcing herself to laugh even though it's not that funny. But that only makes me want to make her laugh, even more, becoming more foolish around her. Chisa and I are similar in some ways and opposite in others, and I think we inspire each other! 

HARVEY: I can't wait for you all to get to know each girl’s personality! I like how Jurin has a gap when she's on stage mode, and not. When she is on, she is charismatic Jurin, but when she is off, she is as sweet as a kitten. I like Chisa because she is basically our sunshine and is super caring to all the members! I like Hinata because she is always kind and reliable! Juria is positive and super happy all the time! I like how Maya can be cute as a puppy and super cool when she speaks English! I like how Cocona is the most passionate one when it comes to dancing, and she knows how to show her skills!

JURIA: I like Chisa because she is our sunshine and she's super funny. Hinata because she is kind and cool. Jurin because she is stoic and serious about everything. I like Harvey because she is cute and kind and has an animal-like personality. Maya because she is bright and cheerful. And I like Cocona because she’s so cute and is everyone's little sister, but she sometimes expresses her mature opinions.

MAYA: I love Cocona because she always sees the best in people and she compliments the good points in each person. I like that Juria is a smiley person! Harvey is very tidy, so I love watching her organize her things! Jurin is a planner, so she likes to do everything as planned from start to finish! Such a great skill as a leader. I like Hinata because I can depend on her like an older sister. Chisa makes everyone laugh, has a positive mind, and is always up for a new challenge.

COCONA: I love how straightforward Maya is! I respect that she can express her opinions precisely. As for Juria, she is very considerate of others. She is kind and I love that she puts others first. As for Harvey, she can empathize with everyone. Although she has a strong mind of her own, she is considerate and values everyone’s opinions, which is what I love about her. As for Jurin, whenever I speak with her, there is always something new I’m learning or discovering from her. She often has a different perspective, which I think is great! I love talking to Hinata because she is a great listener. Like a big tree, she shines with such a warm aura. This is why I feel great after talking with her. I love Chisa because she spreads love and energy to everyone around. She is always happy regardless of the situation, making us feel good.

Want more of XG? Check out the music video for their second single “MASCARA” here.

Photo credit: XGALX

[1025cherrystreet]

Destroy My Beautiful Wickedness

in which Harry and Y/N decide to surprise each other with their Halloween costumes at a party…too bad Dorothy and Nancy Downs are too excited to spend too much time at said party.

a/n: i felt bad okay. i know i’m a liar and said y’all would get something i’ve been working on soon… but it’s not done yet. so here’s this really short, shitty blurb i rushed out to hold y’all over.

send me an ask, feedback is welcome :), + requests are always open!

warnings: i use the word ‘brat’ a couple times??, hint of smut if you squint, fluff, JamesBond!Niall feature, dorothrry and nancydowns!y/n, not proofread lolz sorry </3

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"We're not in Kansas anymore, huh?" Harry smirks at his girlfriend, finally spotting her in the packed house.

The two decided to make their costumes a surprise to each other, withholding any hint to what they were dressing up as to attend the Halloween party Jeff had thrown. Y/N felt a little nervous to come along, and almost backed out from the invitation after hearing that other celebrities were going to be there. Of course, it was a funny notion--to be anxious about being near celebrities when she is happily dating one that has grown up in the spotlight-- but Harry was different. She didn't think of Harry being a celebrity. Despite the hours of working in the studio, press shoots, movie sets, fans, touring, and all the other exciting aspects of fame, Y/N often forgets that her boyfriend is one of the world's famous heartthrob's. He's just so kind and so loving and such an amazing person--she never would think of him aligning with the bias against celebrities and their attitude that the media has brainwashed her to believe since she was a child. (Fuck Daily Mail).

At the sound of his smile shining through his words and the weight of his comforting hand at the lower dip of her back, she turns around in his grasp, "Oh my god, H!" If her black, metal spiked choker wasn't already tight enough around her throat to make it hard to take in air, she definitely would've thought that Harry's costume had taken her breath away.

Reaching out her delicate hand, her nimble fingers toy at the hem of Harry's blue and white Dorothy dress. The red stockings that clad his legs make her own feel wobbly. And if the ruby shoes weren't the sparkly cherry on top, Harry clicked his heels together at her intense staring, knowing she is dangerously drinking up his outfit.

"You look so good, lovie." She finally looks up into his mascaraed eyelashes with a giddy smile.

"Thank you, my love. You like my makeup?" He asks, his voice layered in hesitancy, genuinely wanting to know if he did well.

"Harry Edward Styles, you look amazing and your makeup is breathtakingly adorable." She quickly shifts to her tippy toes to press a loving kiss to his lips.

At his girlfriend's praise, he bashfully smiles back at her before his lips curling up in a sly smirk. "You're just jealous."

"Jealous? Jealous! You don't even exist to me!" She tries to put on her most serious Nancy Downs face but fails as giggles bubble out of her mouth.

The chuckle that leaves Harry's mouth sends warmth to Y/N's heart, "I'm sorry."

"Oh, he's sorry! He's sorry, he's sorry, he's sorry, he's sorry," She speaks lowly between them. Her quoting the movie her character is from causing Harry to smile brightly at how cute she is.

He can't help but find it adorable how her normally bubbly, giddy, brightly colored self decided to dress as someone far from her normal appearance. Her body wrapped in a long black, ratty dress with five different necklaces, a black lace bell-sleeved shaw on her arms, and black ripped fishnets leading into her bulky black platform shoes. It's so different from her usual flared blue jeans and bright colored crop tops, but Harry still thinks she looks hot. Very hot.

"You look so handsome, Y/N." Harry talks lowly to her, sincere infatuation written all over his dolled up face.

"And you look so beautiful, H." She bashfully smiles up at him, their usual compliments only fueling the two's love for one another.

"You two lovebirds look like complete opposites," Niall chuckles, coming up to them from the crowd of intoxicated celebrities around them. "I mean, I'm not surprised, 'cause Harry sure wears that around the house all the time I bet... But, Y/N, you in all black is not what I was expecting!"

"You know me so well, mate." Harry chuckles with a shrug from her side, softly squeezing Y/N's side with his hands.

"Niall, hi!" Y/N pipes up at his appearance, immediately realizing he is dressed as James Bond. He's one of the only ones here that she has met previously and got along great with him. (It also helps that he was her favorite in One Direction, but Harry's jealousy doesn't like to bring that up.)

Niall pauses to make his most serious face, “Actually… the name’s Bond. James Bond.” He does his best Bond impression (and it’s so impressive that Harry can’t help but cackle).

"You know, Bond, you wouldn't believe me, but I had an emo phase when I was younger. Wore all black all the time. Even had dyed my hair every color under the sun." Y/N laughs after Niall's jaw drops at her confession.

"No. fucking. way." Harry blankly stares from beside her, left completely shocked at the detail she had never mentioned before.

"Little miss sunshine had an emo phase?!" Niall almost screams, "Nah, you're pulling my leg. There's no way!"

"How come you've never told me about this side of you, hm?" Harry questions her lightly.

Harry continues to learn more and more about his girlfriend every day. And falls deeper in love with her with each new detail.

"I was, I was!" The warm laugh flowing from her mouth as she assures their funny looks, "Why do you think I have so many Green Day and Sleeping With Sirens posters hanging up above my bed in my room back home?" Y/N playfully nudges her lover's arm.

"Wasn't too focused on your room decor when we stayed in your childhood bed, love." Harry smirks in her ear.

The blush on Y/N's face almost matches that of Harry's now and Niall must know he had said something dirty, judging by the sly smile that's growing on his lips.

"I'd ask what he said to make you go all quiet, but I know better by now. Ye filthy animals, get a room." Niall chuckles, softly shoving the couples arms. The Irish boy says his goodbye's and promises to hang out with the two another time before leaving their company with a wide grin.

"M'little goth princess," Harry playfully whispers in her ear as he wraps his arms around her waist.

Rolling her eyes at his goofy smirk, "Oh shush! At least I didn't grow out my greasy hair to my waist."

They both know that her attempt at a teasing remark was empty. Harry knows how she feels about his long locks he once had. Y/N suggests for him to grow it back out at every chance she gets. That look doing something to her.

"Really? That's funny, 'cause I remember you loving my greasy hair." He smirks, pulling her closer into his body.

She gasps at the feel of his warm body touching hers, "I don't think I said I loved it." She weakly attempts to play along with this game despite knowing she's desperately losing.

"Hmm, no, no. I'm pretty positive I remember you saying, 'H, you should grow your hair out again, it was so sexy.' and 'Lovie, this picture of you in Another Man is my favorite, I wish I knew you then so I could tug on those curls'" Harry darkly chuckles at Y/N's composure unraveling at his words. Her bottom lip about to puncture between her teeth from the pressure, he figures; only making his smirk grow wider. The two of them knowing very well how his words so easily effect her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Y/N dares to feign ignorance to the memories that she definitely recalls vividly. Her eyes big and rounded in innocence staring into his past his falsies.

If the blush on her cheeks almost matching the ruby of his shoes didn't tell him how excited she's getting, then the way she fiddles with the hem of his dress does.

The usually shy, mousy girl who rarely takes charge and prefers to be babied by her lover, somehow finds this newfound confidence (Y/N believes it's due to the very dark costume she's adorning; taking her back to the days when the screaming music and heavy black makeup gave her a bit more comfort and edge to be more assertive) to play a little game with the man that's wrapped around her finger.

"It's not polite to lie, m'little witch." Harry tsks, brushing a fallen piece of hair out of her face. Leaving his hand to trail down to the spiked black choker around her neck and grinning when he hears her let out a gasp.

“I would never,” She rasps out, Y/N’s mouth dry from the heat of his demeanor. Her warm touch removed from his chest where it was sitting, now moves dauntingly lower and lower, until her fingertips light fire upon his waist. Burning circles into the ferns tattooed on his hips in her thumbs’ wake.

Holding back a moan Harry wants to release from the intimate touch, he decides that Y/N couldn’t get away with this bratty behavior tonight, especially in a room full of his coworkers and friends dressed like that. He lowers one of his large hands that sat on Y/N’s waist to her ass, and in that moment, Harry is grateful for the long draping shaw that conceals his teasing.

Thankful for Harry’s hands on her body in this moment more than anything as Y/N’s legs would surely buckle underneath her if they weren’t. Excitement and yearning starting to burn in their stomachs, their actions start to hint to one another that their short time at the costume party was enough and they were eager to get home to start their own party.

“Bunny, y’playing a dangerous game.” Harry growls in her ear, the pet name falling off his tongue with no shame, when she responds to his new hand placement with a shift of her body brushing up against the thin fabric of his dress. The hiss he lets out being the only tell that his red tights can only restrict so much.

“I thought you said you wanted to see this side of me?” She innocently teases, feigning wide eyes and ignorance of her actions.

“Alrigh’ Bunny,” Harry talks lowly, a dark gleam in his eyes, “If being a brat is what y’want to be, then trust me, m’little witch…you’re going to be the one who’s sorry tonight.” The smirk on his face is dangerous as he quickly grabs her hand and pulls them out of the party to leave.

And let’s just say the witch’s beautiful wickedness was not the only thing being destroyed tonight.

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this was shit soz 😋💔 but hope y’all enjoyyyy

college is hard and harry’s dorothy costume is so hot (also can you tell that i was nancy downs for halloween lolol)

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The Mission // Spencer Reid x Reader

Sooooo this was SUPPOSE to be a blurb for @andiebeaword BUT it ended up being much longer than that, my bad.

Summary - Spencer and Reader must act like a married couple at a party in order to get information on a hitman. They may do more than needed to prove being a married couple.

Word count - 2.7k

Prompts - "If we die, I'm going to kill you." ~~~ "You have a dirty mind." ~~~ "These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaining about your tag you whine ass." ~~~ "Wow, I can't imagine being that rich! How old are his kids, maybe I can date one."

It was a well-known fact that I loved partnering with Spencer. We could always joke around and make eachother feel better, even when working the bad cases. But I feel like this was a little ridiculous.

"Are you shitting me?" The words slipped from my mouth so easily, which I immediatly regretted. Spencer gave me *the look* and elbowed my side.

"I'm sorry Y/n, you and Spencer are the two people who are the most compatible to seem like a couple, and we need hard proof before we arrest him." Hotch explained with his usual amount of enthusiasm.

None.

"Hotch, this guy is dangerous and we will be in there without vests, is what I believe y/n is trying to say." Spencer leaned back in his seat, flipping through the mans file.

"We will have sharp-shooters pointing through every window at him in case anything gets out of hand. This is non negotiable." And with that, he left.

"Well, clearly we have no choice." I stood from my seat, flattening my skirt. "I'm gonna go home and get an outfit ready. You aren't wearing that to the party either." I pointed to his outfit.

"What's wrong with my outfit?!" He scoffed, hugging his sweater vest.

"Okay, one, this isn't some dingy hole in the wall. And two, even if it was, you don't go to a nice party looking like someone who has 3 PhD's in the first place." The smirk on my lips grew wider as he feigned offense.

"Fine, I'll find something nicer to wear. I'll pick you up at 7 and tell the team to meet us there." I agreed and left the conference room a little grumpy, quickly making a bee line to the elevator before anyone could comment on my mood.

-

I stared at the 3 dresses in front of me. They were all the same style, but different colors.

White, yellow, and olive green.

I wasn't sure why I was having so much trouble picking a *color*. I always say that I dress for myself, which is what I was trying to do right now.

Right?

I totally wasn't thinking back to that conversation I had with Spencer a few weeks ago.

-

*"Y/n!" Emily looked at me with surprise. "You look so beautiful in white! Why don't you wear it more?" She was right, I never wore it. Me and Penelope were pretty known for wearing many colors, mine just had to be paired with a black skirt.*

*"I'm so clumsy." I laughed. "I live in constant fear that I'll spill coffee on it. Hence why I'm not holding a cup of joe."*

*"I agree with Emily, you look nice in white." Spencer chimed in. "You know the psychological meaning of white is purity, innocence, wholeness and completion. In color psychology, white is the color of new beginnings, of wiping the slate clean, so to speak." He then took a sip of his coffee.*

*"Yeah well I don't know about the innocent part." I giggled, looking to Emily who gave me a shrug and nod. Spencer choked a bit on his coffee. "You alright there Spence?" He saluted me and headed to his desk, which put me and Emily into a fit of giggles.*

-

I reluctantly grabbed the white one, silently hoping that I was less of a klutz tonight.

The satin dress slipped on me easily. It came down to about 2 or so inches above my knees and had thin straps. I paired it with some semi-transparent heels and called it a day. I put on a little heavier makeup to look the part. Foundation, winged eyeliner, blush, highlight, and mascara. Lastly, I tied my hair up in a simple straightened pony-tail.

By the time my indecisive ass was done choosing everything, it was nearly 7 and I knew that Spence would be early. My heels clicked as I walked on my wood floors, heading to the front door. Getting there just in time to hear a knock. I must have startled him by opening it so fast because he stumbled back a bit. He wore a nice white button up and tighter pants than usual, paired with nice black oxfords.

And then he just stood there.

I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Hi!" He shook his head a bit. "Hello there, back to Earth I see. Do you wanna come in and have a glass of water before this whole event, since you are," I leaned back into my doorway to look at the time. "12 minutes early?"

"Oh, yeah sure." I cleared the way so he could walk in. I shook the heels from my feet, taking me down at least three inches before stepping into the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses.

"Do you want ice?" I turned to him, he was sitting at my island. He just shook his head. "Okay." I laughed, putting ice in mine and just filling his with water. The glass clinked as it hit the island in front of him. "You're pretty quiet, are you okay?" The tips of his ears reddened.

"Yeah! I'm just a little nervous, you?" He swiftly brought the water to his lips, guzzling it down like he hadn't drank anything in days. He then stood up.

"Of course I'm nervous." I came around to his side of the counter and swooned into his arms. "But I'll have a great protector there." He smiled down at me with a shake of his head, standing me back up.

Now it's time to head out.

-

We pulled up to the location in Spencer's Volvo, which was incredibly nice to ride in. ~~and I would love to get use to riding in it~~.

"Okay, I have one thing to fix with your outfit." I turned to him before we exited the car. His eyes narrowed at this comment. I leaned forward and unbuttoned two buttons. "Now you look like your going to a party."

"Thank you expert. Stay in the car, I'm going to open your door, the bouncer works with him and we have to go all out on this act." He nodded his head at the bouncer a few yards away.

I wish this wasn't an act.

He opened the door, offering his hand. I took it with a gracious smile, interlacing our fingers. We walked up to the bouncer, who had an ipad with the guest list in hand. Penelope had hacked into their list and added our names, well fake names.

"Mr and Mrs. Adler." Spencer spoke as I leaned into his side. The man scrolled through the list, he tapped our names and opened the door.

It opened to a large room, filled with dozens of people. I leaned up on my tippy toes and whispered into Spencer's ear.

"If we die, I'm going to kill you." I pulled away with a smile, patting his shoulder. His Adam's apple bobbed while he gulped. "So, what's this guys networth, I mean he seems pretty damn rich to throw a party like this." He looked down at me quizzically. "I know you know what it is, I'm sure you have researched him extensively. So what is it?"

"6.2 million dollars." He recited, looking towards the crowd, scanning for the man in question.

"Wow, I can't imagine being that rich! How old are his kids, maybe I can date one."

"Be careful what you say, someone might think we are suspicious." He pulled me into his side, kissing the top of my head.

This night is going to be agonizing. "There he is." We made our way to him slowly, stopping at small drink stations. Just as we were about to get to some seats near him, a server came up to us.

"Hello! Welcome. Would you guys like anything?" She handed Spencer a very small menu. I could see the slight confusion in his eyes. It was truly a weird thing to do at such a big party.

*Salad*

*Potato Soup*

*Fruit Bowl*

*Veggie Bowl*

"I'll have a salad, and the lady will have a fruit bowl." He pointed to the seats we were on our way to. "We will be over there. Thank you." He put his hand on the small of my back, leading us to the seats.

"How did you know I wanted a fruit bowl?"

"You bring some kind of fruit cup to work every day, I'm observant." Right as we were about to sit down, another couple took the seats, not even noticing that we were heading there.

"Well damn. I say we stand next to his table until our food gets here, then we go to the other corner of the room and observe, then we catch him making the deal." I led him to the space by the table. After just a few minutes of waiting, the young lady who took our orders he returned, holding a small bowl of salad and a fruit bowl.

"Have a good night!" She chimed, how can someone be so happy with so many people around?

We ventured to the other side of the room, I grabbed two glasses of champagne from another server on the way. I peered at Spencer over the skinny glass, he was staring at his salad.

"What, is there something wrong?"

"Why is there so much white stuff on it? It's not ranch, I know what ranch looks like." My giggle was muffled slightly by the glass.

"That's what she said." He raised one eyebrow. Then a look of realization came over his face.

"You have a dirty mind." He mixed together the salad to distribute the 'white stuff'. We subtly stared every once in a while over at the mans table.

His name was Anton Todd, but his customers called him Ton. He was someone who frequently assassinated people. He was a hitman to be exact. We had an outside source tell us that a new customer would be coming in to request business, so we could kill two birds with one stone.

So far the man we knew as Cole Kamargo had not come to ask for Antons *services* yet. We had been standing in this corner of the room for a while, just watching him. That's when I caught his eye.

His gaze was terrifying, it struck me right through my soul, and I just couldn't stop looking. He squinted at me, tilting his head. Spencer shook my shoulder.

"Y/n, stop staring at him." It was like being lost in someone's eyes in the worst way possible. I watched as he stood from the table, making his way over with a sour look on his face.

"Shit shit shit shit." I mumbled as he got closer.

"Shit is right. Do you trust me?" I kept my eyes on the man.

"Of course." He grabbed my hips, pushing me against the wall behind us and kissed me hard. He trailed his left hand up to the back of my neck, holding me there. I gasped in surprise, leading him to slip his tongue in my mouth. Meaning we were full on making out. I pushed my hands into his hair, gladly accepting the kiss and sighing into it. Suddenly, Spencer was pulled from me. And there he stood.

Anton.

"Tell your girl to stop fuckin' staring at me." He spat, glaring at me.

"Sorry sir, my wife has ADHD, she zones out frequently." He rushed to my side and pulled me into his side protectively. Anton rolled his eyes and left the area.

I looked up at Spencer, his cheeks were a deep shade of red, and he was touching his lips.

"Thank you. Also, you're a good kisser." I remarked, nudging his side a bit. He looked down at me with wide eyes. "What? Am I not allowed to compliment your kissing? It's good!" I laughed heartily, looping my arm into his.

"Ditto." A smile grew on his lips. I could get use to this. Spencer noticed an available seat near us, so he sat patting his lap.

"Excuse me?"

"Come sit on my lap!" He chuckled.

"I'm glad your getting use to the idea of me being your *wife*." I sat on his lap, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. My hands made their way to the heel of my foot, slightly slipping my shoe off. "These heels are from Satan I think." I rubbed at the sore skin.

"My tag is itchy." Spencer pulled at his collar, relieving the so called *itch*.

"These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaining about your tag you whine ass." He turned his head to me, kissing my cheek.

"I'm sorry, I can put some neosporin on it when we get home. I mean, when we get-get you home." He stuttered, the tips of his ears once again turning an extravagant shade of red. I kissed his jaw.

"Thank you *baby*." We were then interrupted by a woman next to us.

"How long have you guys been married?" The lady leaned over the booth, a ring was clearly shown on her finger.

"8 years." I answered quickly, before Spencer could say a contradicting answer.

"Wow! You guys look so young to be together so long. How do you guys keep it so... so beautiful?" She tilted her head at the question.

"What do you mean?" I asked, reaching my hand into Spencer's hair and playing with it momentarily.

"You seem so in love. You act like teenagers, I don't think I've looked that in love with my husband since we first met." She huffed.

"You just have to find someone who's easy to love." He leaned his head on mine. "I've never had a doubt in my mind that she was the one." The words stuck with me, I felt like they would be embedded in my soul for eternity.

"I think I need to get a divorce." She sunk into the seat, I watched as her husband come back and sat with her, she gave him a weak smile.

"Okay, we need to leave this area before we become homewreckers." I whispered, pulling him to his feet and fleeing into another direction. "We must be amazing actors." I laughed nervously.

"Yeah, actors." He murmered, but before I could comment on it, I saw Cole making his way to Anton.

"Spencer! It's Cole!" I screeched quietly. We discreetly made our way near the table, quickly catching the conversation and relaying it to Hotch.

Cole spoke of the horrible things he wanted done to his wife, it made me sick.

"FBI, get on the ground!" I pulled my gun from the left holster that Spencer had for me. I couldn't exactly *hide* a gun on this white dress. Spencer pulled his gun as well.

"We have you surrounded by sharpshooters aimed and ready to fire, so I suggest that you comply." Morgan came in soon, cuffing the both of them and leading the men to cars.

We now remained outside, sitting on the stairs of the large building.

"I enjoyed being your husband for a night." Spencer laughed, nudging my shoulder.

"And I enjoyed being your wife." I played with the fake ring on my finger. "Okay. Fuck it. Did you mean any of the things you said in there?" The words spat from my mouth quickly.

"Like what?" His voice was shaky.

"Like, that you never had a doubt that I was the one. Or was that part of the act. I would totally understand if it was, you're an amazing actor if it was because it honestly had me believing-" He put his finger to my lips.

"Yes, I meant it."

"Thank God." I grabbed his jaw with both hands and brought him to my lips. He smiled into the kiss, deepening it. His hands ran up and down my back slowly.

"I wouldn't mind doing this every day." He remarked, gesturing between our lips.

"I wouldn't either pretty boy."

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second choice, pt. 6

this is the final part! ^^ i want to give a huge thank you to everybody who gave this fic a chance. i was surprised i got the reaction i did and it only encouraged me to write more. thank you for allowing me to share this story with you all <3 i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

summary: being in love with hajime iwaizumi is like riding a rollercoaster of emotions. it’s thrilling as it is exciting, but you feel a little lightheaded... because he doesn’t know how you feel. the worst part? he thinks you’re in love with his best friend.

warnings: just pure fluff, oikawa cockblocks, slow burn, slight angst if you squint real hard

word count: 1,615

Your ungloved hand toyed with the keychain of your purse when the two of you turned the corner and onto the street where your house was. The windows were dark, signifying that your parents were probably in sound asleep. Unlocking the small front gate, you gestured for Iwaizumi to walk with you up your porch steps so you could properly thank him.

Now at your front door, you turned to face the green eyed boy. Your close proximity was nothing new anymore; being by his side for the entirety of the day meant you weren’t too flustered when you were near him. Even though you weren’t able to confess earlier, you knew there would be other opportunities to do so. Today was beyond amazing and you definitely didn’t want the universe to think you were being greedy.

“I had a lot of fun, Iwa. Thank you for today and for walking me home,” You smiled up at Iwaizumi who grinned down at you with a hand resting behind his neck. 

“You know, I think I’m the one who has to do the thanking,” the ace gently poked your forehead with his index finger, making you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “So thanks for inviting me. Next time, I’ll take you somewhere that’ll blow you away… well, at least I hope it does.” 

“We’ll see about that,” You responded, toying with the ends of your scarf when Iwaizumi turned to walk down the porch steps. Wait a minute, the scarf! 

“Wait, I still have your scarf!” You called out, rushing to take the navy blue fabric off. When he turned around, the sight of you panicking over something as simple as returning his scarf to him tugged at Iwaizumi’s heartstrings. Memories of the two of you on the bridge earlier that day flashed in the ace’s mind, your flushed cheeks but determined expression unforgettable. It was evident to Iwaizumi that you weren’t going to finish what you were going to tell him any time soon, the way you were muttering small apologies for keeping him ‘out late enough’ on the walk to your house. 

On the train back home, it had taken Iwaizumi some time to connect the dots. Eventually, the boy had pieced everything together… for the most part. Although he couldn’t be certain about your feelings, he felt somewhat confident about where your heart was and who it might have belonged to. Despite the possibility of being proven wrong and embarrassing himself, Iwaizumi was exhausted of beating around the bush. The boy had been pining after you for so long, he wasn’t aware of just how tired he was. 

He was tired of referring to himself as the second choice, hidden in Oikawa’s shadow. He was tired of letting you slip through his fingers. He was tired of letting not doing anything to get his point across. He was tired of letting his insecurities refrain him from telling you the truth about his feelings. Most of all, he was tired of holding himself back.

The boy made his way back up the steps and onto your porch, fondly watching as you walked towards him. “Here you go,” You grinned and handed the garment back to Iwaizumi. “I’m glad I didn’t forgetー”

Without a word, Iwaizumi placed the scarf over your shoulders. Before you could even process what was happening, he gently brought your body closer to his by pulling on the ends of the soft fabric.

Both of your chests were pressed against each other, eyes locked on one another. Your hands quickly gripped onto the wing spiker’s biceps to steady yourself, face flushing at the feeling of his arms that were instinctively securely wrapped around your lower and upper back. With wide eyes, you stared up at the boy, a small gasp leaving your body from the sudden action. The way the night sky behind Iwaizumi had illuminated a glowing aura around his body made your heart race, but it was the way he gazed at you that made your stomach do flips. 

“Y/N,” Iwaizumi spoke in a low tone, almost as if he wanted only you to hear him speak. The vibrations of his voice rumbling against your chest caused your breathing to hitch. Even though it was dark out, you could still see the jade in the eyes of the boy you found yourself in love with. Iwaizumi’s quick glance at your lips didn’t go unnoticed, the small pink of his tongue peeking out to moisturize his own. Your thoughts were jumbled, your mind focused on how Iwaizumi moved one hand from behind your back to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You weren’t quite sure how you were still breathing.

You swallowed, begging your heartbeat to relax. “What is it, Haji?”

Iwaizumi lifted his ungloved hand to cup your cheek, his other arm gently holding you in place against him. You completely forgot that you and him were still sharing gloves. The feeling of your soft skin against his palm was warm to the touch, igniting flames throughout Iwaizumi’s chest. You watched him close his eyes for a brief moment before inhaling. 

Instinctively, you nuzzled your cheek in the palm of his hand; there was no point in hiding the fact that you were enjoying every moment of what was happening. It was probably already obvious to the boy that you were head over heels for him. 

When Iwaizumi’s eyes reopened, the words left his mouth before he could blink.

“I’m in love with you.”

Gazing at your face, Iwaizumi was disheartened to see your lips parted in shock. Met with an unbearable silence that lasted a beat too long for his comfort, the ace muttered a curse before loosening his arms. Then, he shut his eyes out of embarrassment. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. That was really stupid of me.”

It wasn’t a second later when Iwaizumi’s eyes found themselves wide open when he felt you press your lips against his. 

To say Iwaizumi was stunned was an understatement. Never did he imagine that he would get the opportunity to kiss you; but here you were, kissing him first. His eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders relaxed, his hand behind your back tightening once more, despite the bag of his mother’s desserts in his grip dangling behind you. 

On your tippy toes, you held onto Iwaizumi’s shoulders to balance yourself, smiling into the kiss. You couldn’t help it after all. Having the Hajime Iwaizumi confess his feelings to you exceeded your wildest imagination. You knew asking him out for the day would be worth it, despite the interruption on the bridge. Pure joy consumed you, your heartbeat ringing in your ears. In that very moment, you didn’t mind the sound of it.

You could feel the pad of Iwaizumi’s thumb gently stroking your cheek when he tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your head spun, your hands moving on their own to clasp behind the volleyball player’s neck, pulling him in even closer. When you felt a smile forming on Iwaizumi’s lips, you couldn’t help but softly giggle into the kiss. Out of breath, you were the first to pull away.

The dazed, giddy expression on your face when you smiled up at him, out of breath, caused Iwaizumi to blush and chuckle. He was feeling proud of himself, prouder than he had felt in a long time. It was his kiss that took your breath away; not anybody else’s. 

For the first time in his life, Hajime Iwaizumi didn’t feel as if he was the second choice. 

The look of love in Iwaizumi’s eyes caused you to kiss the corner of the wing spiker’s lips, laying your head on his shoulder afterwards. You gazed up at him, the night sky creating a twinkle in your eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do that... and this, for years, you know.”

With a toothy grin and dark blush on his face, Iwaizumi's eyes lingered on yours. 

“So… I’m guessing you feel the same way? Or at least I hope you do.”

Laughter escaped both of your mouths, with Iwaizumi gently shushing you with a peck to the lips in order to not disturb your neighbors and sleeping parents. When you met the gaze of the spiky haired boy once more, tears made their way to your eyes. You quickly blinked them away with a chuckle but Iwaizumi used the pads of his thumbs to brush them away. When you cursed at yourself for being dramatic at a time like this, Iwaizumi only smiled and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Hajime, I’ve been waiting to confess for the longest time,” You breathed out. “I was going to confess at the bridge, but you know…” You trailed off, biting your bottom lip sheepishly when you heard Iwazumi mutter something about beating Oikawa to pulp. “But you’re right,” Unclasping your hands from behind his neck, you lifted your head up and held onto his biceps, a sweet smile plastered on your face.

“I’m in love with you, Hajime Iwaizumi. And I have been, for the longest time.” 

Iwaizumi always thought you looked your best when you wore your hair down, a smile on your lips, wearing whatever made you happy. He always thought you looked gorgeous in your school uniform and thought you were stunning in your volleyball manager attire. But you standing before him, even with a bit of mascara smudged under your eyes and the ends of your hair tangled from the wind, Hajime Iwaizumi thought you looked absolutely perfect, especially in his arms. 

Iwaizumi immediately dropped the bagged box of desserts from his grasp behind you, not letting your waist go once. Then he used his leg to kick it to the side of your porch. Your eyebrows furrowed at the ace’s actions and you gently smacked his bicep. 

“Jesus, Iwa, the desserts! Be careful with themー”

Iwaizumi grinned and lifted both of his hands to gently cup your face in his palms. You fell silent immediately.

“Fuck the desserts,” was the last thing he said before pressing his lips onto yours once again.

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Alejandro || S.M

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

⚠ mentions of emotional abuse, mentions of cigarettes, violence, alcohol ⚠

Reblog the fuck out of this one please, it’s a big one. Enjoy xx

ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ x ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || ᴘ3

ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀʟᴇᴊᴀɴᴅʀᴏ ᴍᴠ

 You tried so, so hard for everything to be perfect. So why was everything shit!? 

   Sometimes, when the stress building up became too much you’d find yourself pathetically sitting in the shower, with the warm water running down your back and dripping from your hair while the black mascara stained your cheeks.

    But you’d recompose yourself as quickly as you broke down. You had to maintain the pretty smile and the perfect front for all of the outsiders. You were ashamed, you didn’t want people to know about your situation, you dreaded that someday someone would understand the unbelievable amount of control going on inside those walls.

   There was no love anymore. Unbeknownst to you, the romance would be gone the second he’d promised you his life.

   Your husband had never gone as far as to hit you, but there were days that you felt as if it couldn’t get any worse. You were trapped and there was no sight of an escape.

   The two of you were part of a very conservative community, therefore a divorce would only serve to put you under a bad light in everyone’s eyes, so you just stayed quiet and endured it, hoping that something would go well for you.

    And it was a simple, stupid incident that set you on the road to freedom.

   It was in your brother in law’s wedding. 

   Your head rested on your first while your index finger traced the curves of your fourth martini’s cup. You were beyond bored: the music was mostly slow and ballad-like, and unlike all of the other young girls or old ladies you didn’t feel like dancing with your ‘sweetheart’.

    Alcohol-fueled tears brimmed in your eyes as you thought about your current situation, and how unfair it was, but before any of them could be spilled, someone spoke to you.

    “You’re either too drunk or not drunk enough.”

    Your gaze lifted to look at the tall man leaning against the bar’s counter. He had blonde hair (obviously not his natural colour) and shaved sides, which you thought was unusual, at least in a place like that.

    “Somehow, both…” You told him with a sigh.

   His deep voice was more noticeable when he chuckled. He sat down in the velvet stool next to yours and signaled the waiter to bring in two of whatever you were having.

    You eyed him curiously. You could see some colour underneath the thin, white dress shirt. You couldn’t help but become curious about it.

    “Do my arms pique your interest?” He asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at you once he realized you were staring. 

   You cocked your head and looked him in the eye.

   “I was just wondering what the colours were.”

   The male quickly put his drink down to roll up his sleeves so he could proudly display his colourful, tattooed arms. He turned both of them so you could fully see the artwork, and you were truly mesmerized.

   Just as you were about to comment on how beautiful they were, the groom came running in and pulled down the man’s sleeves to cover up the pretty drawings. 

    “Mingi you fucking idiot I told you not to show these. My mom already hates you enough!” The groom whisper-yelled, through gritted teeth as he smacked the back of you companion’s head.

    Mingi raised his arms in defeat.

    “I’m sorry man, I’ll keep them hidden.” He said jokingly.

    The groom walked away as he signaled to Mingi that ‘he was watching him’. You laughed and took another sip of the drink he had kindly ordered for you.

    “His mom hates you? Wow, you must be a nightmare…”

   Mingi laughed and brushed his hair back with his hand.

   Hot.

   “Yeah… She kinda caught me smoking and she’s been trying to push us apart every since then.”

   “Oh, a bad boy then?” 

   You winked at him playfully and laughed. After both of your laughs died down Mingi sucked in a breath and placed his hand high on your thigh. He leaned in to whisper in your ear.

    “Are you into that?”

    A weird yet pleasing sensation spread through your body, and an unwanted blush appeared in your cheeks.

    He sat back where he was and brought his drink to his very appetizing lips once more, while locking his gaze with yours.

    You snapped back to reality quickly. You raised your hand, showing the meaningless yet very real, gold wedding ring. You shrugged and gave him an apologetic look.

   Mingi rolled his eyes and scoffed (much to your confusion).

   “As if you’re content with your marriage.”

   You looked at him, offended, as you couldn’t believe the nerve he had. You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

    “And what could possibly lead you to that conclusion?” You asked, indignant.

    Mingi smirked.

   “Well, for starters, the love of your life left you by yourself in a bar while every other couple is being corny on the dance floor, second, because if you weren’t the slightest bit interested in me you would’ve already left, and last but definitely not least,” Mingi leaned dangerously close, so you could hear his victorious whisper “if you were really happy with him you would’ve swatted my hand away the second it laid on your thigh.”

   You suddenly became very aware of his touch, and his fingers burned on your skin. You stood up abruptly and walked quickly towards the exit. You felt like the air was choking you and you needed some air. 

    Before you could walk very further, Mingi gripped your wrist for a second. 

    “The tattoo parlor in front of the mall, find me there.”

    And just like that, he let you go. 

 “You fucking bitch! You’re so goddamn worthless! I swear to God the only reason why I don’t kill you is because I don’t want to go to jail over something as useless as you.”

    You snapped. It had finally become too much to take on all by yourself. The shock and fright you felt prevented you from crying, or from doing anything really. You just stood in the middle of the living room, staring at him wide-eyed and frozen, not sure of what to do.

    You were only able to turn around and start running when your husband stepped towards you. The fear enveloping you pushed you to turn around and run out of the house to the only destination you trusted: the tattoo shop.

    How sad was it that the person you trusted the most was someone you had spoken to once?

    Life isn’t always kind…

    Your legs almost went numb from all the running, and the cold air hitting your face felt as if it was slicing your skin. When you eventually spotted the red, neon open sign shining in the dark street you stopped. 

    Was this even a good idea?

    You were way past caring when you hurriedly pushed the heavy door open and entering the shop. 

    The little wind chimes hanging right beside the door announced your arrival.

    “I’m sorry, but we’re closed now if you’d like you can return tomorrow at 9am.” The familiar, deep voice warned.

    You were a little unsure of what to say. Fuck, what could you say? What, in this situation, would be acceptable to say?

    “Mingi?” You called, simple and straightforward.

    His blonde head quickly peeked from the back of the store. He revealed his whole body as he walked towards you.

    “Wow, I didn’t actually expect you to show up, if I’m being honest I-”

    You shut him off by standing on your tippy-toes and pulling him down to kiss you. It was a very rough and sudden kiss, and to say you were just as shocked as Mingi about your behavior was no understatement. 

    When you pulled away Mingi’s hands rested on your hips. You two shared the most intense staring contest as your faces were just mere centimeters apart.

   “Please…” You begged “I just need to feel something.”

  The man immediately kissed you, as if he was in a hurry, as if he’d lose you if he didn’t do it right then and there. It started slow and passionate, moving to a much rough pace soon after. 

   The kiss was messy and sloppy, a type of kiss that you had just found out you loved. 

   “That’s all you needed to say, doll.” Mingi told you as he caressed your cheek, once you pulled away for air.

   You bit your lip as you looked up at him. 

   Mingi hit a button on the wall that turned off the big, shiny sign outside. He grabbed your hand and lead you to a small room in the back. It only had a red couch, a mini-fridge, a microwave and a dark-wood coffee table with a pack of cigarettes and a silver ashtray on top of it. The room reeked of smoke, but that surely wouldn’t be your focus.

   When the door clicked behind the two of you, he pushed you against it. His hands roamed all over your body, hungry for every curve, as his lips worked on your neck. 

   You felt embarrassed at how quickly he got you moaning. All it took were a couple bites and a cheeky whimper had already left your mouth.

   You slapped a hand over your mouth when his large hand found its way inside your underwear, but he was quick to remove it. He pecked your lips sweetly. 

   “Oh no doll, I wanna hear every little moan that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours, okay?”

    He caressed your lower lip with his thumb, and all you could do was comply with his request. Mingi picked you up bridal style and threw you on the beat-up, surprisingly comfortable couch.

     His lips devoured yours hungrily as he desperately undid your jeans. Mingi’s hair was messy from the way your fingers played with it, but you two were far from caring about appearances, you were too absorbed in each other’s moans to pay attention to it. 

    Mingi gripped the waistband of your jeans and pulled them down roughly. Your underwear came off right after, and you watched as he threw them somewhere in the room as he worked in undoing his sweatpants. 

    He noticed the way you closed your legs slightly, a little embarrassed about the situation. Mingi smiled softly and spread you with one of his hands. 

   The male leaned down and kissed the spot just below your ear.

   “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

   You blushed at the comment, more than you already were, and pushed away the thought that Mingi had made you feel more like a woman in twenty minutes than your husband had in your whole marriage. 

    Mingi lined up his cock with your entrance and waited for your consent. You gripped the cushions in anticipation, and nodded. 

   Once he had the green card, Mingi bottomed inside of you, and moved slowly. When your face started twisting with pleasure, Mingi sped up. He hovered over you, each hand on the sides of your head, accentuating how much bigger he was than you, how tiny and secure he made you feel. 

   He lost control over his body, and he could no longer regulate the way he thrust into you. It was wild and violent, something you’d never experienced before, something you now loved.

   You gripped Mingi’s shoulder, leaving clear nail marks on him (but little did you know he loved them), as you moaned and whimpered underneath him. 

   “F-fuck I think I’m gonna cum Mingi-”

  The way you said his name made his cock twitch inside of you, and he nearly came, but Mingi was focused on making you cum first.

   He bit on your neck once more, carefully as to not leave any noticeable marks, and the mix of feelings combined the desperation you felt made you climax, and you didn’t hold back in the way you moaned his name as you walls tightened around his member.

   Mingi immediately pulled out, releasing all over your stomach and inner thighs in the process.

   You both didn’t move for a second, both trying to catch your breaths. And although it never took Mingi too long to regain his energy, he surely was enjoying the work of art in front of him.

  From that night on, you had to pretend you were miserable. You had to hide your joy and glee from your husband so he wouldn’t catch onto your unbelievable happiness. 

   Mingi treated you like he only had eyes for you. He treated you like you were the only one in the world. He treated you like a human, he respected you. That’s all you could ask for in a man, and so your little tattoo shop visits became longer, and more often. It became hard to hide, but every bit of it was worth it. 

   You’d often find yourself smiling, at the thought of Mingi’s silly jokes or crazy antics that never failed to amuse you, and you’d been caught once or twice by your husband, but it was never anything significant for him to suspect something else. 

   Everything almost went down the drain when you and Mingi ran into each other in a café, justly when you went out with your husband. You tried to avoid him, because you were sure he wouldn’t remember how your ‘significant other’ worked, but it was no good.

   The second he laid eyes on you, a wide smile spread across his face, and suddenly it was as if the sun was shining inside the café.

   You wanted to run into his arms and kiss him as a hello, but you couldn’t. You maintained a serious expression and shook your head negatively, but it was no use.

   “Y/N! Hi!” The man greeted you.

   You immediately panicked, as the grip your husband had on you tightened. 

   “Y/N, baby” the nickname didn’t sit well when he said it “who is this?” 

   Although his voice was sweet in front of strangers, you could sense the undertone.

   You rummaged through your head, trying to find a passable excuse.

    “Well, Mingi was at your brother’s wedding and he approached me because he needed some legal advice concerning his shop.”

    Mingi was a little confused, but he went ahead and fed the lie.

    “Oh, well then I’ll let you discuss that while I go wash my hands, Y/N find us a table.”

    He never said please…

    You waited for him to be in an acceptable distance so you could comfortably talk to Mingi.

    “Don’t call my name, Mingi!”

    “What!? Why?”

    You held the bridge of your nose between your index finger and your thumb.

    “Listen-” you looked towards the bathroom door, and your husband was coming back “I’ll explain later tonight, okay?”

    Mingi was visibly upset, but still agreed.

    The clock on the wall ticked slower when Mingi waited for you, or so it seemed. A minute without you felt like an hour for him, he was absolutely head over heels for you, and most of the time of your face and your laugh was all that was present in his head.

   You were just intoxicating. 

   When the wind chimes echoed through the shop, Mingi immediately peeled his body from the couch and went to meet you.

   You both shyly smiled at each other, as if you were two teenagers in love for the first time. 

   Mingi grabbed your hips and brought you forward, pressing your lips together softly. 

   “Hey.”

   “Hi.”

   They weren’t dry hello’s, no, but bashful ones instead.

   You gripped onto his biceps and bit your lip, unsure of the correct way to approach him about it.

   “Mingi, listen, you have to pretend you don’t know me in public…”

   He furrowed his eyebrows together and cocked his head.

   “What?”

   You sighed, a little sad about having to explain the motives behind your request.

   “We have to pretend to be strangers in public Mingi, you know how my husband gets and-”

    “Then leave him! I don’t understand!”

    You didn’t like the way he cut you off, to say the dumbest thing of all, on top of that.

    “Do you think I wouldn’t have already if I could!? What would I do then!?”

    “Live with me! Come with me! We still have our whole lives ahead os us Y/N! I love you and it hurts seeing you being mistreated yet still settling for it!” He yelled, gripping onto you as if he was afraid you were slipping away.

    “I know that we are young and I know that you may love me, but I can’t live like this anymore Mingi, I have a life already built, I have a job and if I leave him everything will change and I will-”

    Mingi shut you up with a kiss.

    “And what, Y/N? Are you like them? Are you like those stuck up motherfuckers that side-eye me because I dye my hair and wear leather jackets, hm? Do you want to have a nine to five job, have kids, be stuck in a marriage and then die knowing that the most fun thing you ever did in your life was fool around with a tattoo artist for a couple of weeks!?” He exclaimed, visibly frustrated, as he stepped away from you.

    “I want a secure life! I want the guarantee that tomorrow I’m not gonna starve! And if that means that I’m just like my parents then maybe I am!”

   “Y/N you know damn well why you’re not like all of these people! Why won’t you let me have you!? Is it because I live in a flat, not a house? It is because I buy my clothes on Primark, not Tommy Hilfiger!? Is it because I have a bike instead of a car!?” 

   “It’s because I don’t fucking know what to do! The life I live is miserable but at least I know that I’m not gonna be struggling tomorrow…”

   There was a long silence. A long, heavy silence. Mingi placed his hands on his hips and huffed. He looked around for a second, before laying his eyes on you again. It was like talking to a wall, he couldn’t understand how comfort won over happiness, and it stressed him out.

   “Give me one reason, one good reason, that’ll make me walk out that door with no regrets of leaving you.” He said, pointing at the glass exit.

   You looked at him. There was no reason. There was absolutely no reason as to why you should stay in that place. A comfortable life didn’t compensate for the fact that you had been threatened and mistreated almost every day.

    Upon hearing your silence, Mingi stepped towards you and cupped your face, making you look at him.

    “Exactly, you can’t, this plave isn’t for us. Run away with me Y/N, let’s leave, I promise I’ll make you happy for the rest of your life…”

    You didn’t know if it was the rush, the adrenaline, the glisten in his eyes or the sheer adoration you felt for him, but you kissed his lips, and grabbed the extra helmet for his bike, with no further questions.

    “Next you need to let me tattoo you.” He said, as you two got on the bike with whatever you had in your pockets.

    You chuckled, encircling his waist with your arms.

    “In your dreams, big boy.”

    “I’m already living my dreams.”

[maybeimamuppet]

day 9 (with twins): playing christmas music

day 9!!! yeeha!!

the twins are 3 here!

enjoy!!!

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“Oh, you girls look so nice in your tutus!” Cady coos when she sees her daughters in their full dance getup for the first time ever. Purple velvet leotards and tutus, speckled with silver sequins and complete with fuzzy white trim along their necklines. “Let’s go do your hair and makeup, come here.”

“Mateup?” Layla asks happily, looking at Cady as she lifts them onto the counter. Janis follows them in to observe.

“Yeah, you get to wear makeup to your recital! Your dance teachers told us what to do so you match all your classmates,” Cady explains. Layla gives a happy wiggle.

“I don’t like it,” Janis pouts, hugging Leo from behind as Cady starts working on Layla’s hair. “They’re growing too quick.”

Leo reaches her little hands in the air to stretch herself out to her full height. “I’m this bigs now, Mommy.”

“I see that, beautiful,” Janis chuckles. “I wish you’d just stay this big.”

“Me too,” Cady hums, twisting Layla’s wet hair into French braids. “You girls have so much hair already, my goodness. Must have gotten your Mommy’s hair growth genes. My beautiful loves.”

“Are you girls excited to dance?” Janis asks, chuckling as Leo perks up a bit and nods. “Yeah? Good, Mama and I can’t wait to watch.”

Cady ties the hair tie on Layla’s second braid and switches her out for Leo. “You two are gonna do such a good job, I already know. My tiny dancers.”

“Dancin’ fun,” Leo says. “Getta spin around. And go on my tippy toes lots.”

“And you do it so well,” Janis hums. “I’m so proud of you two. What about you, Lala, are you excited?”

“Yeah!” Layla cheers. “I like dancin’. Miss Fwost says I jump good.”

“Miss Frost loves you two,” Cady chuckles. “She’s always talking about how polite and helpful you are.”

Janis chuckles as her twins both beam. “Alright, Lala, you ready to do your makeup?”

“Yeah!” Layla says again. Janis turns her around and kisses her nose before grabbing a brush and some of Cady’s blush.

“Do this,” Janis coaches, making a fish face. Layla does her best to, earning herself a loving smile from her mommy as she swipes a bit of the blush over her chubby cheeks. “Good job. Now mascara.”

“Mascarea?” Layla asks, tilting her head curiously. Janis bites her lip to stifle a laugh and nods.

“Mmhmm. You’ve seen me use this a lot, remember?” Janis says. Layla looks at the familiar brush and nods. “Blink a few times.” Layla does, squeezing her eyes shut and popping them back open. “Now look up. It’s gonna get close to your eye but I’ll try really hard not to poke you.”

Layla nods trustingly and lets Janis maneuver her little chin to carefully swipe a few coats of mascara over her eyelashes. Janis flaps her hands in front of them a couple times in an attempt to get them dry faster.

“Now what?” Layla asks. Janis pulls out a tube of long-lasting red lipstick. Layla’s eyes go wide. “Lipisck?”

“Yeah, you get to wear lipstick today,” Janis says, trying to sound more excited than she actually is about it. “Do this.” Layla copies her pouty mouth and lets Janis carefully swipe the lipstick over her little lips until they’re completely red. Janis turns her around to see the finished look. “What do you think? You look so grown up!” And I don’t like it.

Layla giggles at herself in the mirror, touching one of her red lips. Janis smiles back and kisses her cheek. “Good!”

“Good,” Janis echoes. “Are you ready for the fun part of being a dancer?”

“Fun pawt?” Layla asks, tilting her head. Janis turns her back to face her and brandishes a bottle of setting spray.

“Close your eyes,” Janis says. “And take a deep breath.”

Layla does, and Janis spritzes her with the setting spray. Layla winces as the strange texture hits her face, but giggles once she’s completely set. “Tickles.”

“It does tickle,” Janis chuckles. “Alright, now a few more things.”

Layla gets to see herself in the mirror again as Janis slicks up her braids with some gel to keep any flyaways down and then douses her with a healthy dose of hairspray. Leo coughs a little bit from next to them.

“Sorry, Bumblebee,” Janis chuckles. “Alright, Bug, you’re done! Come here, Bee.”

“Mommy?” Leo asks once her blush has been swiped on. Cady takes the pallet and puts it in her bag to bring with them just in case.

“Yeah?”

“Wha’s the tap-tap for?”

“Tap-tap?” Janis asks. “What do you mean?”

“Like, um…” Leo says. She looks around and reaches over to grab a beauty blender. “Dis.”

“Oh,” Janis chuckles. “That’s called a beauty blender. It’s like a fancy sponge, you use it to put on some kinds of makeup. Like foundation, or concealer.”

“We don’ get boundation?”

“You don’t need it. You don’t need any of this stuff,” Janis huffs slightly as she puts on Leo’s mascara. “Foundation would cover up those beautiful little freckles! We can’t have that!”

“Oh,” the twins say at the same time. Layla asks, “Whaddabout Mama’s freckles?”

“I don’t usually wear foundation either,” Cady explains, holding Layla on her hip. “I do sometimes if I’m going somewhere super fancy. But I don’t like the way it feels, so I don’t wear it very much.”

“Oh,” the twins say again. Leo purses her lips to get her lipstick put on, and the tube gets passed over to Cady along with the mascara. Janis quickly finishes her hair, and then they’re set to go.

“Okay, my tiny dancers, go get boots and coats on,” Cady says, patting two little tutus to send them on their way. She chuckles as their braids bounce slightly when they run.

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Leo clings to Janis’ hand when they make it to the performance venue, and Layla also isn’t willing to stray too far from Cady. There’s lots of frazzled parents and other relatives running about with hairspray and bobby pins and whatnot, and lots of big kids in different costumes.

The twins relax a little bit when they find their own class and see their favorite teacher. Cady and Janis help unzip their coats and swap out four little boots for ballet slippers. A final adjustment to some tights and leotards is done, and then the twins are recital ready.

“You girls get to stay with Miss Frost, she’ll show you where to go and what to do, so listen to her, okay?” Cady says.

“Okay Mama,” her twins say.

“Good girls. Mommy and I are gonna be in the audience watching you, you’re gonna do so good! We’ll be back to get you after and then we’ll go celebrate,” Cady says. She gives each of them one last kiss and hug, followed by Janis, before they head to go find their seats. They wave to the girls until they’re out of sight and head into the main hall hand in hand.

—-

“Hey, guys!” Cady greets happily when she sees Damian, Aaron, Juliana, and the Plastics sitting just a few rows back from the stage. “I’m glad you made it. The girls have no idea you came, they’ll be so happy to see you.”

“Of course! It’s their first dance recital, how could we miss it?” Damian asks, aghast at the mere suggestion of missing such a momentous occasion in his nieces’ lives. Cady chuckles and takes the open seat next to him, with Janis on her other side.

Janis checks her phone to check the time. The twins are up first, so she’ll be pressed for time if she goes through with her plan. But if she runs…

“Be right back.”

“Janis, what?” Cady calls. “They’re up first, you’re gonna-“ Janis is already out of earshot, barreling back towards the entrance. “Miss them.”

“She’ll make it back,” Damian comforts.

“But what is she doing?”

“Lord only knows, Caddy, lord only knows.”

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Cady checks the time on her phone roughly every ten seconds. Every minute that passes makes her more and more anxious. Janis wouldn’t miss their babies’ first dance recital. But she might if this keeps up.

The house lights go down and Cady starts chewing her fingernails. Where is her wife?

Janis barrels back in and plops into her seat just before the twins’ class’ entry music begins. She has two matching bouquets of red roses on her lap as she pants to catch her breath.

“That was too close, Janis,” Cady whispers. “You couldn’t have waited ‘til after?”

“All the-the good ones would’ve- been gone by then,” Janis puffs quietly. “I made it, shh.”

Cady rolls her eyes, but takes her wife’s hand as their daughters are led onto the stage and go to find their places. Layla is first in line and winds up almost front and center. She waves eagerly when she spies her family, and everyone waves back.

“Oh no,” Cady chuckles quietly when Leo is gently guided by the teacher to her correct positioning next to her twin. “There you go. Aww, my little ballerinas!”

The teachers did a good job of keeping the routine a surprise. They got to watch rehearsals through the windows of the studio sometimes, but they’ve never heard the song. Janis smiles widely as The Polar Express starts playing.

The general vibe of the performance is ‘they’re a little confused, but they’ve got the spirit.’ It’s quite obvious that they’re all desperately following along with their instructor rather than actually remembering the moves they’re supposed to be doing, and a few of them do a couple of kicks with the wrong legs or spin in the wrong direction.

Eventually the dancers all line up and start moving their arms like a train, walking in a circle around the stage before going back to their places and continuing. There’s a sizable gap in the middle where one of the dancers isn’t quite up to tempo, but it’s so precious that nobody really minds.

Leo, surprisingly, is the twin that shines on stage. She has a precious grin on her face as she copies her teacher, and they can just barely hear some faint giggles as she does her special jumps.

“Yay Lala!” Damian calls.

“That’s Leo,” Cady whispers.

“Oh. Really?”

“Yeah,” Cady says in surprise.

“Yay Lolo!”

“Layla looks terrified,” Janis says sadly. Layla’s almost totally frozen, no hint of a smile like her sister as she weakly copies the dance moves. The relief on her face is easily visible when they get in line once more and the song ends. They take their bows a few times, delighting in the applause of the audience. Leo gives a few extra and misses the cue to turn into the train again with the rest of her class to leave the stage. Eventually, the teacher just picks her up and carries her off into the wings.

“Well that was certainly something,” Regina chuckles. “How cute.”

Unfortunately, they have to wait through all of the other classes before they’re excused to go find their daughters. So everyone settles into their seats and prepares for a long wait.

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“My beautiful girls!” Cady cheers as they come barreling towards her. She catches Leo and scoops her up, while Janis grabs Layla. “You did such a good job! We’re so proud of you, did you have fun?!”

“Yeah!” they both cheer at the same time. Janis sets Layla down and crouches down to her height. Layla gasps when she sees the flowers and gets her very own rose bouquet. Cady sets Leo down, who has a very similar reaction to hers.

“Look who came to see you,” Janis hums, pointing over to the small crowd of aunties and uncles waiting for them. The twins both take off like a shot, calling various names as they go. Cady goes to pick up their coats and boots and thank their teacher while Janis follows after them.

“Hey, tiny dancers!” Damian greets, catching Leo as she barrels into him. Layla makes a beeline for Juliana and is also quickly picked up. “Cool flowers, do you have a secret admirer?”

“Mommy gibbed them to me!” Leo explains. Janis kisses her cheek carefully and chuckles.

“They’re from me and Mama,” she explains. “Should we go get some lunch?”

“With everybody?” Layla asks, pouting at the idea of all her favorite people leaving so soon.

“Of course with us!” Julie replies. “We have to celebrate your beautiful dancing!”

“Oh. Yeah!” Layla cheers. Cady snatches her from her auntie and kisses her cheeks. Janis goes to Leo and does the same.

“We’ll meet you guys at that sandwich place nearby?” Janis asks, walking backwards with her daughter. Everyone nods and gives her a thumbs up. “Tits. Later!”

Cady crouches down to zip some little coats back on, and switches ballet slippers for boots once more. Each girl gets a kiss before she stands back up. “I love both of you so much.”

“I love you, Mama,” they both say at the same time, giving her a tight hug. Cady squeezes them back before she lets them run to the car.

“They’re getting so big,” she sighs. Janis takes and squeezes her hand.

“They’re always our babies.”

And I kind of like holiday music now.

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hope you enjoyed!!

see ya tomorrow!!

[miraculous-ladybug-bitches]

Cut Up Promises

‘European Head of Law Enforcements, Chloe Bourgeois and her girlfriend, French Fashion Designer, Marinette Dupain-Cheng clash with model and heir to Agreste Industries, Adrien Agreste: Adrien Agreste is a homophobe and verbally abuses the celebrity couple.’

- by Alya Cesaire

“And that’s the tea,” Alya said, munching on chips on Marinette's marble veranda with Greek arches, overlooking her generously sized pool.

“What a mouthful,” Nino says, arm slung around Alya’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you did that, Chloe. It doesn’t seem like you,” Kagami says.

Chloe scoffs, checking her nails. “That prick was asking for it, with his bitch-ass attitude.”

“You're telling me,” Marinette grumbles, flopping on top of Chloe.

The blonde took out Marinette’s hair from her tight bun and raked her fingers through the midnight blue hair.

Kagami was a 3 time winner of Olympic fencing and Alya was a travelling international reporter. Chloe was a prestigious lawyer that had law firms all around Europe.

Chloe and Marinette had been dating for 2 years and were incredibly happy. Alya married Nino, an international DJ sensation. Kagami was with Luka, the lead guitarist in a world famous band.

“What made you go off your rocker, Mari?” Luka asks, guitar long forgotten in his hands.

Chloe immediately sneers and Marinette’s lips part in a snarl.

“Apparently he’s friends with Nino so I was nice to him at the beginning.” Marinette starts but is cut off by Nino.

“Nah, man. I’d never betray you or Chloe like that. I ditched his ass when I figured out what he said,”  Nino said, seriously.

Alya places a comforting hand on her husband’s and gestures for Marinette to continue.

“But, like Nino said, that motherfucking piece of shit had it coming. He was such a dick. Let me start from the beginning. So, we just met and….”

The night of the gala

Chloe and Marinette emerged from their limo, Chloe’s hand curled possessively on Marinette’s waist.

Chloe wore a beautiful yellow dress. It had no sleeves and was made with a delicate satin. It cling to her body, highlighting every curve and showing them off with a classy look. She had large black hoops for earrings and wore 2 diamonds rings on her right hand with a third on her left. She had a simple gold and obsidian intertwined necklace.

Marinette was adorned in an ombre black to red dress. The top was a thin strap for sleeves, and had a cut through the middle to show off her assets till her waist. On her waist lay a beautiful silver embroidered belt and below the dress flowed off into a rich red. She had a ruby pendant, courtesy of Chloe, with one simple gold ring on her left hand. She wore her favorite black earrings. They were triangle shaped with elegant carvings inside.

Every and all parts of the two’s outfits were designed by Marinette, of course. Both of their closets were custom designed by Marinette. The two girls would always tell you they lost track of whose closet was whose, with all the clothes sharing.

Cameras went off as the two women smiled and waved.

“Where’s everyone else?” Marinette asks, tilting her head up once they were out of the paparazzi frenzied crowd and into the sophisticated gala.

Chloe leans down to whisper in Marinette’s ear, “They can’t come because they don’t give a flying fuck.”

Marinette giggles and goes on her tippy toes to press a kiss to Chloe’s cheek.

Instead of usually teasing Marinette for her lack of height, Chloe’s eyes turn cold as she sees a familiar head of blonde in her peripheral vision.

“Chloe? What’s wrong, mon amour?” Marinette asks.

Chloe purses her lip. “You know that really close childhood friend I told you about? The one that ditched me for being gay. The one that started bullying me by spray painting words like ‘slut’ and ‘dyke’ on my locker and using his friends to beat me up or touch me to convince me that being gay is a phase and all girls like boys? Well, he’s here.”

Marientte’s lips part in shock. Then her eyebrows furrow in anger.

“Let me give that shit a piece of my mind.” Marinette hisses, moving toward the crowd.

Chloe chuckles at her girlfriend's anger and pulls her back.

“Where are you going, ma chérie? You don’t even know who you are going to. You won’t be able to do anything to him. He is too powerful,” Chloe says, a small smile on her face.

Marinette huffs. “Will you at least tell me who it is?”

Chloe raises a perfectly done eyebrow. “Do you promise not to kill him?”

Marinette holds her chin up high and crosses her arms. “I’ll try.”

Chloe sighs. “That’s the best I’ll get from you. Adrien Agreste. His name is Adrien Agreste.”

Marinette’s jaw drops through the floor. “No. Mother. Fucking. Way.”

Chloe looks at her with alarm. “What? What happened?”

Marinette fumed. “He’s supposed to be my model for my next shoot.”

Chloe lets out a small ‘oh.’ Then she shakes her head. “Don’t let my bad relationship with him hurt your chances to become a better designer.”

Marinette narrows her eyes. “Fine. But one wrong comment and I kick his sorry ass so hard, he’s gonna wish he wasn’t born.”

Chloe laughs, kissing Marinette. “Deal.”

They spend the rest of the evening mingling with the guests before a voice destroys the rest of their evening.

“Chloe Bourgeois! I thought I recognized that hair!” a cheerful voice says from behind them.

Chloe turns and forces a smile once she sees who it is. “Adrien. A pleasure.”

The eccentric man grins, opening his arms. “This must be Marinette. I hear we’re working together soon.”

Marinette lets out a fake smile. “Yes, we are. How delightful.”

Adrien gestures for the two of them. “So, you two are awfully close for friends.”

Marinette’s eye twitches. “We’re dating.”

Adrien blinks in shock before laughing. “Got mad skills and jokes. But really though, what’s up with you two?”

Chloe smirks and girls her head back. “We’re actually dating, Adrien, and we are very happy.”

Adrien looks between the two and sighs. “It’s sad you haven’t grown out of this, Chloe. Marinette, I expect. Didn’t she grow up as the poor daughter of a baker? She doesn’t have anything. You were born rich, Chloe! You could get a real man and actually be happy instead of living on some ‘gay’ phase.”

The entire ball room is baffled by the man’s statement.

¾ of the people there looked as though they wanted to punch him or make him choke on his dick. The other ¼ wanted to do both.

Marinette opens her mouth to retort, when she is cut off by Chloe’s booming voice.

“That is enough, Adrien. It is one thing to say that shit to me, but never to Marinette. Do you know what kind of shit you put me through? My family ‘disowned’ me but to keep up their good image, they just ignored me and let me do whatever. And then you, my best friend, turned on me. Do you know how much it hurt every time I would have to stay after school to wash my locker because it had the words, ‘bitch’ or ‘attention whore’ written on it? Do you know that I started having panic and anxiety attacks?” Chloe snarls, her voice raising in volume with each line.

Adrien raises his hands in mock surrender. “Jeez, sorry for poking your buttons but-”

“I’m not finished, you son of a bitch, so sit your motherfucking ass down on the damn chair,” Chloe yells. “I went into depression because of you. I also almost did up something stupid because of you. That’s right, Adrien. I cut myself. Many, many, many times. And then I got into drugs and alcohol. And that’s how I met Marinette. She found me, cocaine in my hand, breath reeking like alcohol, and cuts all over my arms. She saved my life and became the only reason I wanted to live. I fought to see her smile. To see her laugh. And she helped me heal. And I love her for that. And I always will. She is the reason I made my enterprise and fortune. She’s the reason I’m not at the bottom of a river, dead.”

Chloe felt Marinette’s hand slip into hers and she feels tears running down her face. She belatedly thanks herself for wearing waterproof mascara and eyeliner.

Adrien looked appalled.

Current day

“….and he tried to apologize. So that’s the tea,” Marinette finishes, quoting Alya’s earlier words.

It was so silent, you could hear the crickets chirp.

“He’s a dick,” Kagami finally says, her formality and politeness temporarily forgotten in a haze of anger.

Luka nods, unable to say anything at the moment.

“Work next week is gonna be interesting, huh, Mari?” Nino says.

Marinette blanches. “I’m going to need a shit ton of alcohol for next week.”

[mork-lee-bee]

Broken lovers II

Summary: Y/n is a hopeless romantic in love with someone who will never love her back and Jaehyun is helplessly in love with someone who only continues to hurt him over and over again, sounds like a match made in heaven right?

Pairings: CollegeStudent!Jaehyun X CollegeStudent!Y/N X CollegeStudent!Jaemin

Warnings: Cursing, reference to sex, toxic relationships

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Word count: 2k

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Your senses were a bit askew and confusing, you were used to the feeling of your empty bed and rougher textured blankets, while the ones you’re feeling now are much softer and because of the body next to you, it felt warmer. The smell of your vanilla perfume was replaced with the smell of orange or something citrusy at least, everything was different but still comforting. You woke up to the noise of other people probably talking in the hall. You rub your eyes and look around spotting Jaehyun sleeping peacefully his hand resting on your waist. You knew where you were and how you got there it wasn’t some vague memory you remember the lust and the feeling of euphoria the look in his eyes and the feeling in your stomach. As soon as you moved a little bit you realized you were very sore and moving would be a bitch. You could already imagine the numerous comments that Miyoung would remark as soon as she saw you. 

You quietly remove yourself from Jaehyun, your head was slightly pounding not that it was a new feeling, you’d just fix it with some coffee and some fried food. You slipped the dress from last night back on and took a glance in the mirror in his room for a second to see your face, you looked like you’d been hit by a car. Your hair was a mess and your mascara was smeared under your eyes you walked like some kind of zombie over to the door.

You took one last glimpse at the sleeping figure in the bed, he looked so peaceful and kind. His softer features were nice, he had pretty eyelashes and just a kind face. You turned to leave out his door obviously this whole thing was a one-night stand type of deal, you’d probably never see him again in all honesty.

You opened the door slowly leading to it to release a high pitched squeak, you were really trying to be as quiet as possible, but the world was against that as you head for the stairs.

Johnny had woken up pretty early to clean up the disaster that was the frat house, usually, there were different issues, mainly spilled drinks that made the kitchen floor sticky or stained the carpet so he made an effort to try and help out with containing the mess as quickly as possible. Johnny held a garbage bag in one hand and was going through the rooms picking up discarded plastic solo cups, shoes, or other objects, he found a bunch of empty Soju bottles in the corner of a room and was picking them up mumbling under his breath. That’s when he spotted someone, she was covering her face and quietly walking down the stairs to the front door, clearly in a rush for some reason which was odd because it was a Saturday. He recognized her as the girl that Jaehyun was with, he remembered seeing the two of them talking and even watching Jaehyun smile until he disappeared at some point in the night, now it made sense. Johnny had assumed that Jaehyun got bored and went upstairs but this was much better, definitely, a step in the right direction for Jaehyun to move on. Johnny watched as the girl got to the front door unsure if he should stop her and get her number for Jaehyun possibly.

“Opennnnnn,” He could hear her mumble as she tried to figure out the front door, Johnny walked over smirking, the least he could do was help.

“Do you need help?” He asks politely and the girl jumps at the sound of someone, clearly not expecting anyone to be up although she didn’t know what time it was.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” Johnny offers the girl a sympathetic smile but she doesn’t even look up at him she stares at the ground trying to cover her embarrassed face. She doesn’t say anything she just moves to the side so he can get the door, the top lock always got stuck and took a bit of force to open, they always talked about getting it fixed or fixing it themselves but would forget after about five minutes. The click of the lock signaled he got it and step back to let the girl leave.

“Thanks,” she says before she scurries out, she was obviously a very quiet person and definitely a nice person, at least she didn’t walk around like she owned the place.

Johnny out of excitement dropped the bag of trash and ran up to the second-floor bargaining into Jaehyun’s room, he was still asleep or at least he was until Johnny burst through the door screaming disrupting the calmness that was lingering in the room.

“IS JUNG JAEHYUN MOVING ON?” It was way too early for this as Jaehyun opens his eyes to look around the room, he could barely form a coherent thought. Johnny with the biggest grin plastered on his face stands in the room.

“Shhhh,” Jaehyun sits up rubbing his eyes, the girl he was with last night was gone from his side and he just shrugged it off.

“Why are you yelling?” Another one of the frat boys, the youngest one, Haechan, asks after hearing the commotion because when Johnny yelled he’s not quiet, he’s dramatic.

“Jaehyun got some,” Johnny smirks wiggling his eyebrows slightly as Jaehyun is still in a small daze but he rolls his eyes at the remark.

“How would you know? Jaehyun raises an eyebrow causing Haechan to smile devilishly before clearing his voice.

“I don’t know Jaehyun, maybe it was the noises coming from your room last night, I couldn’t sleep with all the moaning,” Haechan laughs causing Jaehyun’s face to flush a bright red color as he grabs one of his pillows throwing it directly at the youngest’s face.

“It was a one night stand, leave me alone,” Jaehyun stretches but Johnny couldn’t get the image of the two of them smiling out of his head, he looked happy, the way his eyes focused on yours and the way he so gently touched you there was a connection he didn’t act that way with just anyone not even with Heejin recently.

“Did you at least get her number?” Jaehyun launches another pillow at the crowd that’s gathered at his doorway this time it hits Johnny clearly done with being interrogated first thing in the morning.

“Get out,” and with that, the crowd goes in their own directions, but Johnny’s thoughts still lingers on your face. He had to do something but he didn’t exactly know what.

You brace yourself for the bombardment of comments that you would be met with, you stand outside the room facing the door your face already heating up as you reach out to turn the doorknob and enter. And sure enough, she launches herself off her bed and over to where you entered.

“Oh my god,” she looks at you up and down her eyes pausing on your neck and just looking at your body language. 

“Shut up Miyoung,” You cover your face with your hands, you were definitely blushing even if you couldn’t see it you could feel it.

“You seem like you had fun, but coving those hickeys are gonna be a pain,” she starts to giggle and you move your hand before your eyes go wide and you walk to the wall slowly you’re still sore as you finally reach where Miyoung had decided to hang up a mirror, you have to stand on your tippy-toes to see them because it was adjusted for Miyoung’s height but as soon as you got a good look you could see the bruise-like marks that cover your neck. You run a hand up your neck lightly and let out an annoyed groan. 

“Oh ____, you can barely walk,” She starts laughing as you continue to look at your neck. You roll your eyes and waddle to your bed letting out a sigh.

“Of course I can’t walk properly, it’s been MONTHS and he wrecked me,” you emphasize as you throw the covers over your head, it was odd how cold your blankets felt and the texture wasn’t as nice.

“You’re too cute, are you gonna go to work?” You feel your bed sink under her weight slightly as she takes a seat at the edge of your bed.

“Shit, I forgot I was scheduled.” You let out a frustrated sigh as you had planned to just stay in bed and finish your assignment.

“You literally have a board on the wall that has your whole schedule, how did you forget? He really must have fucked your brains out.” She giggles and you shoot her a glare before grabbing a pillow and hitting her with it, she lets out a fake gasp as if she’s hurt before grabbing a pillow and retaliating. 

“I don’t really have a choice,” You pout knowing if you called in people would be mad at you and it was pretty late to ask someone to cover your shift that starts in a few hours.

“You always have a choice, but have fun at work,” She comments as she leans back relaxing at the foot of your bed.

“What happened with you last night though?” You suddenly remember how abruptly you left her and were left curious about what ended up happening with Miyoung.

“I wasn’t there too long sadly, but I ran into Yangyang and he gave me a ride home,” Your ears perk up as soon as you hear Yangyang’s name as you lean forward out of interest.

“Yangyang?” You smile raising your voice ever so slightly in a teasing way and her smile falters leaving her frowning which was unusual for your cheerful friend.

“Yeah… and his girlfriend…” She mumbles playing with the pillow in her lap, it’s grey and fluffy but more than anything comforting, unlike the topic.

“Damn… I’m sorry, I know how much you liked him,” You reach out and grab her hand squeezing it lightly to reassure her it’ll be okay.

“Everything happens for a reason, but do you think you’ll talk with what’s his face from last night?” Miyoung ponders out loud as you lean back against the headboard of your bed and look upwards at the popcorn ceiling in contemplation.

“Jaehyun… I don’t know it was reallyyyyyyyyyyyy nice but,” Miyoung already knows what you’re about to say so you don’t even have to finish your sentence as she lets out a groan of annoyance.

“____, You’ve barely even talked to Jaemin, why are you so set on him? Why are you letting him get in the way of a possible relationship?” She questions without thinking of a better way to say it or at least a less hurtful way.

“Possible relationship? Miyoung it was a one night stand, I barely know him.” You get defensive not even looking at her out of frustration but the tone of your voice makes it clear she’s pushing your buttons as you enunciate every word to make sure she understands she’s crossing a line.

“You might not have seen it but there’s something there, no one connects that easily, you two weren’t just a one night stand,” She tries to reason her eyebrows furrow, the genuine and pure happiness that was evident on your face last night was proof enough for her to continue to push forward when she’d usually back down.

“You’re wrong, it was the alcohol more than anything. I also didn’t even get his number so even if that’s the case I wouldn’t be able to talk to him,” You huff out, crossing your arms across your body a ticking time bomb.

“You just don’t want to think that there’s a possibility that Na Jaemin might not be the one,” Miyoung hits a nerve with you as you fling the blanket off and get out of the bed ignoring the pain and going to the bathroom to shower, your abruptness leaves Miyoung on your bed letting out a sigh, your denial was frustrating but you’d have to figure it out for your own obviously.

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Next chapter will be posted on 6/24 @ 6:00 MST

[starkeyboy]

am i falling in love? ° SB pt 2

i’m not reading over this so there will be some bad grammar. good luck.

i sat on stans couch as he left for the party. i sighed and leaned back, getting uncomfortable with the outfit i picked out. i got up and went to stanley’s closet and went through his clothes to find something to be comfortable in. i found a long sleeve t-shirt that was long enough to reach my mid-thigh.

i was laying on the couch at this point, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the party gives him a bad feeling tonight. i felt water works, letting them get the best of me, feeling like the whole world was crashing down at this point. stan not wanting to be around me and not wanting to hand out with me. i sat up with realization. all i ever talk about is stan. in my thoughts, my journal, everything. i looked around his room and quickly grabbed my clothes and stopped. i promised him that i would stay. i sighed and sat down on the near by bed. i fucking hate promises.

the time passed by and soon enough i fell right to sleep on the couch. dry tear stains on my cheeks, probably some mascara on them and most likely my ass out with only having stans t-shirt on.

i woke with a startle as the door was being slammed shut, stanley walking down the stairs and seeing me. i looked into his eyes and i saw the blood dripping down his right left eye and the purple already forming the upcoming bruise. i immediately knew his dad did it. the look on his face showed it all.

“this is why i needed you stay here, because i knew you wouldn’t want to go home alone. you hate being alone. if you would’ve came in this house while he is up there...i-i-i don’t know what i would do if he laid a hand on you,” stanley said with a trembling voice, seeing the tears in his eyes. i got up slowly, the long shirt being pulled down to its correct length. he walked down the rest of the steps and immediately pulled him into a hug, having to go on my tippy toes to reach him fully but not caring about the shirt riding up. according to stan, he didn’t care either as he put his hands on my thighs, lifting me up so i can wrap my legs around his waist.

i pulled away to look at his face, the tears wanting to fall, the blood slowly drying. i lifted up the sleeve of his shirt on me and i looked at him.

“i’ll only wipe away the blood if you’re okay with it getting on your shirt,” i say, letting a smile lightly lift, him showing a small one. i felt that feeling again as he looked at me. especially with his hands wrapping my waist and my legs around his. he nodded and i lifted up my sleeved covered hand and wiped it gently, not wanting to hurt him.

his eyes watched me carefully as i was focused on the bleeding. i pulled away to look at him and i leaned my head on his shoulder. i love stanley barber. and there was no denying that. stanley barber, my best friends, my few houses down neighbor, and my crush.

i walked over to his couch and sat down, me straddling him.

“sorry i’m not wearing pants, your shorts are too big for me,” i said letting out a laugh. he only smiled at me and chuckled.

“i think i prefer you without them,” my eyes looked at him with shock. my eyes widened and my cheeks slowly burning. i looked down at my hands as they played with the buttons on his suit. his thumb rubbed circles on my thigh and pulled me closer. “i just want you to know that i care a lot about you, like a whole fucking bunch. and i know you care about me, a whole fucking bunch,” he started off.

“oh yeah? how do you know that?” i asked with a smirk, teasing him.

“because you made a promise with me,” my eyes softened as he said that, with him looking deeply into me. “you fucking hate promises,” repeating the words i spoke in my head. i nodded slowly and letting the tears work up.

“i do care a lot about you stan, a fuck ton,” i said looking at him. he pulled me into his body and let his hand fall on my back and one of my head, letting me cry into him.

“i’m always going to be here, y/n. i promise,” he said as the word lingered into my head. i gripped onto his suit and nodded. i looked at him again and grabbed his face gently.

“i promise too,” i looked at him and my mind had a moment of peace as i looked at him. i fell in love. “i love you stanley barber,” it slipped out. but he showed a big smile and pulled into a tighter hug, full of love and excitement.

“oh my gosh thank the lord!” he said and he pulled me into a very passionate kiss. “i love you too, pants on or not,” i laughed and only kissed him again.

my best friend, my few houses down neighbor, and the love of my life.

[jeyramarie]

Rewrite the stars- Jonathan Daviss x reader part 3

summary: Y/N and JD’s date 👀

Warnings: fluff

wc: 1,255

a/n: i’m sorry it took a while, had a bit of writer’s block and nursing was kicking my ass, lol.

The next day I was making dinner with Caity, she was cutting the onions and peppers while I was boiling the pasta.

“I just don't understand why she would say that, the bitch doesn't even know me.” Caity rambled, sliding the veggies into the pan I was using.

“It’s just so weird, like if she wanted to be with Rudy so bad why did she wait till now to start doing shit? You know?” I said carefully moving the pot from the stove to the sink to drain the water out.

“Yeah, I know… what do you think about that Riley girl? I don't know about you but something doesn't seem right to me.” Caity questioned, furrowing her brows slightly as she kept concentration on the pan in front of her.

“I don't know, I feel like I know her from somewhere... I just don't know where.” I said looking down at the food while mixing it. Then the phone started ringing which made Caity jump up and immediately run to the living room.

“It’s your phone!” she shouted, making me chuckle.

“Answer it!” I screamed back at her while standing up on my tippy toes to reach the plates in the cabinet. I could hear murmurs coming from the other room, Caity must be having a nice conversation with whoever was calling ME but okay. I started filling up the plates and taking out the wine when the murmurs stopped, taking this as a perfect moment, I made my way towards the dining room placing both plates on the table.

“So...who was that?” I sighed crossing my arms over my chest.

“Oh...it was just JD.” she smirked while walking in front of me towards the kitchen to get the wine.

“Just JD?” Caity nodded and sat down, without saying another word you sat down too still looking at her. Waiting for her to say something, anything about the previous conversation she had with the guy who has been roaming my mind for weeks.

“So… what did he say?”

“Oh nothing…just that he wanted to hang out with you.” she mumbled putting the first bit of pasta in her mouth.

“What? When?” I questioned, nerves creeping up my spine. I took a large gulp of wine to ease the nerves, but to no avail I was still fidgeting in my seat.

“Today.” Caity chuckled taking a sip from her wine while I was internally freaking the fuck out.

The dinner consisted of you not saying much and Caity talking endlessly about Rudy. About how he held her hand, kissed her forehead, called her beautiful, their date, absolutely everything. Don’t get me wrong I’m happy she’s happy but she doesn’t have to rub it in my face. One of the worst things about being single and lonely is having to hear about how happy your friends' relationships are. It was around 7:30 when my phone started ringing, I was washing the dishes so it took me a bit to look for a towel to dry my hands with. The caller ID said JD❤️ which made me drop the towel and answer it. My heart pounded in my ears as I held the phone with shaking hands.

“Hey.” I greeted, my voice slightly shaky

“Hi, how are you?” he asked, making me smile.

“I-i’m okay, just finished eating with Caity. How ‘bout you?”

“I was just home, hanging out with Chase for a bit.. Actually, now that i have you here.. umm, would you like to go out later?” my breath got caught up in my throat and I started fiddling with my fingers.

“I would love to... what time are you picking me up?” I asked.

“Like… 8:30? is that good for you?” he asked, checking his watch.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. I’ll see you then.” I smiled, taking a piece of hair away from my face while biting my lip.

“See you then beautiful.” and with that the call ended making me jump and squeal around my kitchen. I ran to my room and started getting ready. I shaved cause you dont know what can happen. The outfit choice took a toll while I was doing my makeup, I wanted to look cute, but not like I was trying too hard to impress him. I was applying mascara while staring at my closet hoping that the perfect outfit was just going to fly out. After the makeup was done I finally walked towards the closet and pulled out some mom jeans and a cute band t-shirt with your white converse. I was sitting in my vanity, doing the last finishing touches to my hair when JD called again. I didn’t even waste one second before I answered.

“Hey.” I grinned, despite him not able to see my expression

“Hi, I'm outside.” he chuckled.

“Oh, okay. Um.. I’m about to come out.” I said looking for my lip gloss and my purse. I sprayed on a bit of perfume and made my way to the door. When I opened it JD was swaying side to side with his hands in his pockets, he looked up and smiled widely making me blush a bit.

“Hi.” I whispered, closing the door behind me and giving Jonathan a shy smile.

“Hey, you ready?” he asked, pointing down the hall.

“Yeah, let’s go.” I walked in front and he put his hand on my lower back while walking towards the exit to his car. We got in his car and started talking about the show and the new scenes that were going to be filmed the next day.

“So….where are you taking me?” I asked softly, turning my head to look at him while he drove.

“Somewhere.. You’re gonna like it, don’t worry.” he chuckled, placing his hand on my knee, giving it a small squeeze. I was getting really anxious at this point, driving around not knowing where I’m going. ‘What if he kills me?’ I thought, then I smiled knowing that was stupid. ‘He would never kill me, he’s too nice.’ He drove around for about 30 more minutes when the car came to a stop, I looked to my left seeing the bright colorful sign and smiled. JD took me to an arcade.

“An arcade?” I squealed, turning to him with a huge smile while he chuckled holding his phone up towards me.

“Yeah.” he laughed.

“Are you recording me?” I smiled, getting a bit blushy, he chuckled and lowered his phone putting it back into his pocket. I sat there watching his every move, not in a creepy way of course, I just like admiring him.

“Let’s go inside, it's gonna be so fun.” he smiled while opening his door, then running to open mine. He grabbed my hand, intertwined our fingers, feeling each other's warmth. We walked toward the arcade, both of us low key hoping there weren't any fans there. We wanted to have some alone time and not be worried about people taking our picture and stuff, it made me really uneasy just by thinking about it. I noticed that the woman at the front desk recognized JD, she stayed calm the whole time which I was grateful for but I just know she’ll tell someone that he was me and that’s when the drama was really gonna start.

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