botiques

Emotional Cheating

“Hiya love.”

Harry greeted from the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes looking discreetly at the clock that stated it’s 1 AM in the wee hours of morning.

“Told you not to wait up for me.”

He took his polo off that was slightly damp from his swear along with his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, feeling the extra fatigue come to his system once he felt fresh from having been tired in the studio and having a few drinks in the bar.

He went to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on your cheek, a downgrade of what used to be a long kiss on your lips or a hug in where he’d nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, completely inhaling your scent before pressing little kisses.

“How was your day?”

“’S good, finished some backing vocals. Had a few drinks with Nick and Kendall.”

Your stomach slightly felt queasy at the mention of her, but the feeling lifted for a second to realize that Harry’s your boyfriend, not her’s.

You weren’t blind to not see the older pictures of Harry and Kendall every time you scrolled down your feed of any social media account, nor the times Hardy made clear and evident that she was just a friend yet with him being a bit more talkative when she was there.

Yet deep inside you, you had the assurance that Harry loves you, yet not eaxactly as much as expressive as you are.

“You tired, baby?”

You asked, your hand going through his hair which made him release a sound of comfort, his head pressed upon your palm, humming out an answer you expected.


“Baby!”

You immediately relaxed once you heard Harry’s voice the moment he accepted your call, the bass of the loud music as his background not going unnoticed.

“Where are you, love?”

“O — oh! I forgot to tell you this morning! It’s Kendall’s birthday today!”

The plan of spending a special night with Harry crumbled underneath your fingertips, making you take a deep breath to control yourself.

It was supposed to be a night to be spent completely between the both of you, especially now that you were promoted a rank higher in your job, something that you’ve hoped for ever since the start.

“What time are you going home, H?”

He hummed, the image of Harry probably looking at his watch striking in your mind, making you wait anxiously.

“Maybe a few minutes after midnight? And Y/N, baby, I told you not to wait up for me. ’S the reason why you’re always tired in the morning.”

“God forbid I get tired, Harry. Wish her a happy birthday for me, will you?”

“Will do, love,” he almost shouted since he couldn’t hear himself through the music, the sound of his name being called by probably one of his friends being heard by the both of you.

“Okay. I love y-…”

You were cut short with the line being completely dropped, upsetting you maybe a bit more than it should, making you turn your attention to the drink in front of you.


“Cheating. They call it emotional cheating.”

“What?”

Harry’s eyebrows immediately furrowed from what you were saying, stopping himself from putting some clothes in his duffel bag that would last him for a day and in his toiletries, his attention completely turning towards you whose arms are crossed and standing in the doorway.

“Love, what the hell are you saying?”

He asked, nearing towards you and putting his hands on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face.

“Is this about your birthday tomorrow? Baby, I told you I would make up for it. You know I promised James I would come to his baby shower. Which happens to be in a yacht for a day.”

“Harry.”

“Y/N.”

“I would be lying if I tell you that I didn’t notice how invested you are in Kendall. Every time you see her, the picture; the conversations.”

Harry breathed out since he noticed you lately of you changing your habits slightly, of how your eyes looked tired.

Yet beyond that, he didn’t seem to notice on how much you compromised. On how much you adjusted your life around him so you could be simply with him.

“Love, it just happens that James invited Kendall too. It isn’t my decision.”

You stared at your feet, feeling the hollowness in your heart for what felt alike in the past few months, your hands being put on top of his shoulders.

“You love me, right?”

“I do.”


It was obvious.

The moment Harry appeared on the door from the night after James’ baby shower, he already knew that you knew it.

And in fact, you already knew it, if it wasn’t for the people tagging you on posts numerously that your phone blew up with notifications, nor the text James sent saying that he’s sincerely sorry because if he knew, he wouldn’t invite either of them and even scold Harry.

He was looking at you expectingly, the tears already flowing out of his eyes as his heart dropped on the sight of you sitting silently on the couch, cussing himself silently of how much he messed up.

“Please say something.”

His voice cracked, pleading for you to say anything, whether it would favor him or not because at that moment, the silence was killing him slowly. He knew how well you could give a silent treatment and remembered a promise to himself long ago that he wouldn’t cross you again because he hates it.

He hates every single bit of it.

“That’s a nice birthday present.”

His heart tightened of what she just said, regretting the things he’ve done faster than when he did it, fully knowing that you can’t and you’re not looking into his eyes.

“I’m giving you a choice. So you wouldn’t think of me as being selfish.”

You stood up, looking down the floor until your feet was a good ruler away from his shoes, making it as a basis so that you wouldn’t get close to him.

“Five days. First choice is I stay here and not talk nor do anything that has to do with me interacting with you. Second is that I stay in a hotel and we could talk. On the phone, one call. Five minutes a day.”

“Love-…” Harry cut himself short, clenching and unclenching his fist at the weight of the moment he carries.

“It would kill me to not either see you nor talk to you.”

You wanted to fight him with what he said, but you took off the urge, your gaze still fixed on the floor.

“Pick.”

Harry gulped, desperately wanting to fix what he caused in the first place.

“Y/N-…”

“Fucking pick.”

He knew it. He knew it better than anyone should to not break your trust. Especially when you cussed at him while fighting. And yet again, he brought it upon himself. The both of you suffering.

Harry hiccuped out his answer amidst his tears, feeling the pain sear right through his seams that he felt shitty to say the least.

“Second.”


Would he use his five minutes now?

It was less than thirty minutes after you left the house on the same day he went home, bringing yourself and nothing else but your car, your keys, your phone and your cash.

You figured that you would buy clothes in the mini botiques the hotel has once the air gets too suffocating in your room.

You figured that you would rely on the hotel’s complimentary incentives for the toilteries.

You figured that you would have a drink or two from the mini bar they consider that’s in their mini refigerator.

Harry thought of it for a moment if it would be a good time to use his five minutes. Even better is what’s he going to say.

Your commitment is hanging on by five phone calls he’s going to make, your judgement, and maybe includes his prayers for you to be back on his arms.


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anonymous asked:

Pepperony + proposal for the trope prompt

(I got multiple asks for this one. Additional request was “hella fuckin nervous Tony” which I will totally count as a trope).

“So,” Tony says, as soon as they’re off stage and there’s no more cameras in sight. “Was that a…yes?”

She hadn’t mentioned the fact that he’d basically just asked her to marry him during the entirety of the press conference. Not that he necessarily thought she would, especially when she pulled out product numbers and statistics and boring stuff for the press.

But. He never did get an answer.

“If you think that counts as a proposal, then you’ve got another thing coming,” she says, smiling sweetly before walking away.

Tony blinks after her, wheels spinning inside his head.

*

So. Pepper wants something…more.

Which is fine. Probably expected, Pepper’s a romantic, likes the romantic things. Champagne and flowers and chocolates and cuddling up in a big bed in front of a fire place, all that.

So. Tony can do a romantic proposal.

He rents out the Eiffel Tower.

Pepper likes Paris, so he lets her drag him around Parisian botiques and salivates a bit, listening to her speak French. He speaks French too, they speak a lot of French when they’re there, but just the way she talks…

Anyways, it’s a good distraction from what he’s planning to do.

He has the ring still. he second-guessed himself on that, maybe it wasn’t good enough, but Happy’s right. He bought the ring eight years ago. It’s the ring. Any other ring would be weird.

And he has a change of clothes for tonight, going all the way out with black tie. The Eiffel Tower is all set up for a romantic evening, rented and private and discrete and away from the media’s eyes. Perfect.

He hopes.

Of course, as the hours tick by, he starts to doubt himself. There are so many things that could go wrong, that could not be up to Pepper’s standards. But, it’s too late to back out now.

Well, not really. He’s a billionaire, he could suck up the loss on the deposits he put down. But Pepper gets excited about visiting the Eiffel Tower, and he can’t back out of her excitement.

“Tony, what’s all this?” She asks, looking around the dazzlingly put-together observation deck.

Tony assumed they’d eat first, enjoy the view, then he’d ask her. But she asked him a question and she looks so good in her blue dress–always blue, she looks so good in blue, takes his breath away–so he drops to one knee, then and there.

“Pepper…” He manages to get out. “Will you marry me?”

He admits, he was hoping for an enthusiastic and immediate yes, not a furrowed brow. “Is this what this trip’s been about, Tony?”

“You said to do better so I tried. Don’t know if I succeeded. But, I was trying for romantic, and classic and beautiful and I don’t know if it worked, but I figured, nothing more romantic than Paris, right? And…”

Pepper puts a finger over his mouth. “Tony,” she says, gently. “When I asked for something different, I didn’t mean…I wanted you to actually ask. And ask because you wanted to marry me, not because it would be…a good PR move, or whatever.”

Tony kneels there for a moment after she removes her finger, dumbfounded. Oh. That’s all?

Sometimes he forgets that she can’t actually read his mind, all evidence to the contrary. Because otherwise, she’d already know how much he aches to spend the rest of his life with her.

He takes a deep breath. “Pepper Potts,” he says, now proffering the ring. “I’ve carried this for eight years. Because I knew, for sure, that you were the one for me. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would you…do me the honor?”

He looks directly at her and realizes she’s tearing up a bit. “Yes, Tony.”

So Tony stands and she helps him get the ring on her hand. It fits perfectly and sparkles softly against her skin.

“It’s beautiful, Tony,” she says.

“Well, I had to get it to match,” he says.

She pulls him into a hug, then a kiss, which Tony prolongs as long as possible. “So, just so we’re clear–that was okay?”

She pulls away and smiles, leading him to the railing so they can look out at the city. “That was perfect, Tony.”

anonymous asked:

NOT THE ONE WHO ASKED IT BUT THAT YUKATA REQUEST IS SO CUTE! could i have it too for ace if its not too bothersome ? :P

Ah yes of course here you go my sweet child <3 I’m a bit out of training, but I hope it’s still good xD (and I found the gif on google once again xD)

Ace seeing his girlfriend in a pretty yukata h/c

  • when you both stopped at an island to stock up on some items, you decided to visit a botique to try on some new clothes- and that’s where you found the yukata
  • and when Ace entered the shop and saw you in the yukata you picked, he would just be like:

WHo ArE yOu aNd WhEre iS y/n???

  • honestly, he would not recognize you at first glance
  • mainly because he isn’t really used to seeing you in anything but your regular clothes, and especially not something so fancy
  • but the moment he realizes that it’s you he’ll just laugh his initial confusion off
  • he thinks you look really cute and attractive in that yukata, and he also isn’t afraid of telling you how much he likes your new outfit
  • but while telling you this he’ll still pull his hat down a bit to cover his blush
  • and after he admired you for some time, he’d just start to scratch the back of his head while joking around that he would feel weird for going around with such a ‘noble lady’ now
  • he would still offer to buy you the clothes though lol

I work at a small botique the door of which is in kind of an alcove, and the floor slants downward very slightly away from the door. When I opened this morning, I discovered that someone had peed up against the door and (because the floor is slanted) it had all rolled inside and become a large smelly puddle in the middle of the floor. I hate people so fucking much.

a-crafty-lass  asked:

Mama Agreste for the character thing?

Send me a character and I will tell you my:

  • First impression- We haven’t really gotten a lot of info on her but most my my impressions were formed pretty hard and fast when I saw Jackady and Volpina. I think she is probably a lot like Adrien but without the reserve/insecurity- like a full time female Chat Noir. (Lets not kid ourselves you would have to be pretty sassy to handle being married to Gabe.) 
  • Impression now- My impression is pretty much the same cause again I only have a very little canon information to go on, and my headcanons are rarely swayed by the fandom. 
  • Favorite moment- honestly? The giant Klimt painting- assuming they are going symbolic with their choice (which I suspect they are) that gives so many clues as to the nature of their relationship which I believe I have gone into in previous posts. (Yay art history nerd) 
  • Idea for a story- I’ve been playing around with a Lifeswap AU idea where Adrien and Gabe never lost mom and she is still in the picture and where they aren’t part of a fashion empire and instead just have a small clothing botique, and how that would affect the dynamic (Not gonna go into a ton of detail cause its actually really intense backstory and a LOT of things are very different not just a retelling with the two leads swapped cause that doesn’t make sense) 
  • Unpopular opinion- I think that some of the issues with Adrien and Gabe are probably her fault as well. He is a self absorbed person who while he loves his child is undeniably neglectful and overprotective, which means she probably over indulged a lot of his behavior and just managed everything herself. This is NOT good for a healthy family dynamic as we see in how they fail at coping when she is gone. 
  • Favorite relationship- Gabemama. That is my ship. I live for Agreste family feels. I appreciate other ships for them both but this will forever be my endgame OTP. 
  • Favorite headcanon- When Adrien was 5 Gabe got him a sword for his birthday, because Adrien really into the idea of heroes and fencing so it seemed like a logical choice. Mama of course freaked out because you can’t just give a 5 year old and ACTUAL SWORD without them hurting themselves, and banned him from ever picking out Adrien’s Birthday presents ever again. As a result she got super invested in always coming up with the most ridiculously perfect gift from her, while anything “from Gabe” ends up being boring and practical. Because 10 years later she is still punishing him for landing their five year old in the hospital with a self inflicted stab wound. 

Mi sono appena ricordata che esattamente un anno fa ero da zia a Parigi e mentre lei lavorava nella sua botique, io da italiana simpaticissima, andai dal loro Leroy Merlin, a vedere se avevano i bidet (non li hanno)


PERÒ QUANTO SONO SIMPATICA MANNAGGIA, non riesco a capire come quattro scemi mi odino a morte

And so the fam quotes saga continues

-K I SCREAMED PUSSY ASS BITCH OK
+You have levelled up to level 27!

‘‘Can I be a blade of grass
Bc blades are for emos and no one understands me’’

-Do I want a ‘‘botique and crafted’’ moodbiard, a ‘‘friendly’’ moodbiard, a ‘‘colorful and flat’’ moodbiard or a ‘‘hip and minimal’’ moodbiard
-Decisions decisions
+Make a ‘‘gay’’ moodbiard

-MY FRIENDS BUS DRIVER QUOTED SPOMGEBOB AND SAID WEESNAW 
-AND I WANTED TO CRU
+C RU
-SHUSH UR SPAMISH FUCK
+SPAMISH
-FUCK YOU IM NOT TRYING MY BEST
-UM NOT SUCC EEDING
~thats accurate bc youre spanish and you spam
~therefore
~spamish
+omg

-IBDONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS BUT I’M CRYING
+l i c c
~(:V) >:) =:O (:V) :-} :-[ :-P :-/ ;-) {·:-D ^x ]º ¿~´+2`3´-+12`3+`´+`)&%&)
-Aaaaaw, I love you too, honey

-THE BEST MOMENT TO WEAR A STRIPPED SWEATER IS
+now
-ALL TH3 TIIIIIIIIIIIIME
~WEESNAW

-and ry is drunk or smth
+ ;-;
~IM DRUNO ON YOUR LOVE
·RYAN WHY
+TWUE WUVE

-Nature is gay
+Of course
-I’d let her bone me tbh
~Gay is nature
+Nature gay is
+I love how we all ignored Babas comment about how they would totally fuck nature 
-I mean

‘‘im a tree fucker
aka a squirrel’’

‘‘Why does my phone autocorrect Nel into Nein jfc’‘

-Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man. Do you know the muffin man who lives on Drury Lane? Yes I know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man. Yes I know the muffin man who lives on Drury Lane.
+Mythie I swear one of these days you’re gonna tell us what hallucinogens you’ve been using

‘‘I can’t belive the Cambridge Dictionary has siesta and fiesta into it jfc’‘

-We’ve got a tall uside down U
+yeah well you can go fuck yourself on that tall upside down u because i dont give no fucks about your motherfucking arches in the middle of your field you call a state

-Isn’t Pennsylvania like a part of Romania
-WAUT
-THAT’S TRANSILVANIA
+PFFF
~lmao

-When I Was A Young Quesadillamissouri is a fucking field with road signs 
-best name 2017
+Me
+I’m changing my name
~Quesadillamissouri
+stormy sierra sky Skaggs is now When I Was A Young Quessadillamissouri is a fucking field with road sings
-catchy

‘‘My mom: R u studying for the presentation?
Me, with doulingo in my computer: ,,,yes’’

‘‘Oh 13 yo me if you only knew
How gay you’d become’’

‘‘CRIES hes so cute he was eating a banana he noticed the camera he waved at it and continued eating the banana literally good 40 seconds of this whole vid is him eating a banana’‘

-i want to be vored by mothman so i dont have to exist in this fucking world anymore
-thats my mood rn
+I was having my Italian lesson in Duolingo and I tipped gay instead of day
+That’s my mood rn
-i was trying to be smooth when talking to someone and say mi life is better with them in it but autocorrect damned me to eternal hell by changing the sentence to say that my life is wetter with them in it
-thats my side mood
+LMFAO

‘‘Oh no not bagged drinks’‘

‘‘blinking is like your eyelid’s verson of clapping’‘

‘‘They tried to shove banana chips into my mouth’‘

-I love salt 
-I’m always a slut for salt
+I love death
+Im always a slut for death
-Relatable
~Same

-Why is that a thing 
-What are Americans doing with something as good as food
+Thats a thing everywhere
-It’s not a thing here
+Theyre in like the places you dont look at trust me

‘‘WAIT IS SHREKS BLOOD ACTUALLY 10% ONION JUICE’‘

‘‘SPONGEBOB PORN??
IT’S WEIRD CUZ I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT THAT IN MATH’’

‘‘I was trying to look up gary come home but out of habint I typed gay
What does this mean’’

-I just read Fucking In The Kitchen with the straightest face while eating pizza I might have seen too much
+same

-I’ll always be a Texas girlllll
+Good thing I’m not a girl then
-YODELAYEO YODELAYEO YEDELAYEEEEE YEYOOOOH
+Why is she even yodeling
+We don’t yodel
~[Romania’s Eurovision song flashbacks]

‘‘and now i’ve created a character by accident whos called ‘‘Father America the Fifth’‘ and he needs a backstory’‘

‘‘tfw you randomly start humming something and then it turns out that youve been singing a religious song
i mean that was kinda expected since i spent 1/7 of my childhood at church’’

‘‘i just took a long nap and i woke up thinking it was the next day bc it was dark in my room and i almost started getting dressed s;kflsdfk;adf’‘

‘‘what is this feeling of not wanting to pass out every second of the day’‘

‘‘hello yes i have slept 12 hours what is this’‘

-wow
+?
-im expressing my emotions
+ah

‘‘go fuck your bathtube dolphin boy’‘


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