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Together

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Description: You’re on We Got Married with Taeyong PT. 3

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“This is it.” Taeyong said, pointed to a large white house the two of you were approaching. “Right there.”
The two of you had, after you stopped ignoring Taeyong for messing with your panties, went to his dorm to gather his things. True to his word, in the mix of packing, he had flung a pair of his boxers at you, almost collapsing in laughter when you screamed and yelled, throwing the cloth across the room, acting as if it had bit you. That led to you ignoring him and giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the time he took packing and the drive to the honeymoon house, up until he pulled into the driveway of the home you would be staying in for the next few months.

WGM Question Time
Q: How did you feel about your wife giving you the silent treatment the first day?

Taeyong: “Well I know she was just playing, she couldn’t be that upset over clean underwear, could she? Either way, it’s not that bad, she’s quite cute when she pouts.”

WGM Question Time
Q: Was the underwear incident worth giving your husband the silent treatment?

You: “Not really, but I’m going to punish him. I mean, it was one thing to touch my underwear, but to throw his at my face? Who does that?”

“Do you want to go check out the house while I grab the bags?” Taeyong asked once he parked the car, looking at you in the passenger’s seat.
“Sure.” You shrugged, watching his as he dug the key out of his pocket and handing it to you. Taking the key, you left him at the car and trekked up the sidewalk, pausing at the front door. Turning the key in the lock, you gently pushed the door open, and were surprised to see a fully furnished living room, and from what you could see, the kitchen was done as well. Stepping inside, glancing around at the living room, Taeyong entered behind you, dropping some of the bags near the door.
“Looks like they decorated for us.” Taeyong commented, walking further into the house, inspecting the clean bathroom, fully stocked fridge, until you came across the single bedroom, that you two would share…with a card taped to the door. Plucking it from the door and opening it, he read out loud for the two of you.

Dear newlyweds,
Welcome to your honeymoon house.
As you know, you will remain here for the next 4 months.
We(the WGM crew) took it upon ourselves to decorate the house for you, as a gift to the newly wed couple.
We however, did not decorate the bedroom you will be sharing.
Because after all, every couple should design the most relaxing room in the house together.
In this envelope, you will find a credit card, with a fixed amount of money.
Once settled, the two of you should head out and work together to decorate your bedroom.

“Well,” Taeyong sighed, tucking the credit card in his pocket and opening the bedroom door, revealing a completely plain room. There were a few items. A simple stand, lamp, dresser, and a large bed. Other than that, the room was completely bare. There wasn’t even pillows on the bed. “I guess we’re going back out?”
“Looks like it.” You groaned, following him out the house, making sure to lock it, and back in the car for a trip to the store.

“What do you think about these?” Taeyong asked, holding up a pair of dark curtains. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly like waking up at the crack of dawn thanks to the sunlight coming through the window.”
“Good idea, put it in the cart, I’ll be back.” You said. “I want to find something.”
“Alright, hurry back.” He turned his attention back to different blankets, sheets, and pillow cases while you disappeared in another isle. Trailing down the clothing isle, glancing at the items on the racks, you spotted pajama sets.
Don’t couples have matching clothes? You wondered, picking up a cute set of His and Her pajamas, and tucking them under your arm. I hope these fit him.
Returning back to his side, Taeyong again asked your opinion on just having all black bedding, saying it was easier to keep unstained.
“That’s fine.” You smiled, burying the pajamas under the curtains, a surprise for him later.
The two of you slowly wandered through the store, picking up oddball nicknacks to decorate your bedroom, a little photo album and instant camera so you could take pictures throughout your marriage, a few candles, bathroom necessities, and a few snacks before checking out. Taeyong stood in front of you, giving you an opportunity to take the pajamas and hide them behind your back while he checked out. As he was bagging our items, you handed the set to the cashier, quickly paying before he could catch you before the two of you loaded the bags into the car, and were on your way back to your new home.
The next couple hours were spent putting your bedroom together, helping Taeyong make the bed, hang the curtains, before unpacking your own possessions that had been left by the door. When the two of you finally finished, the sun was setting as you pretty much collapsed on the newly made bed, out of breath and exhausted.
“Are you hungry?” Taeyong asked, bringing his hand up to wipe a trail of sweat from his forehead.
“Absolutely starving.” You sighed, brushing hair from your face.
“Should we eat and call it a night?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Alright, I’m going to wash up before cooking, do you want to shower first?” He asked, turning his gaze towards you.
“No, you go ahead, I’ll shower in the morning.”
“Okay. I won’t take long.” He grumbled when he dragged himself from the comfort of the bed and sluggishly made his way to the bathroom. The second you heard the shower click on, you flew from the bed and ran to grab the pajamas set that you had hidden in a kitchen drawer. Stumbling back into the bedroom, the sound of the shower still going, you hurriedly swapped our your day clothes for the pajamas, and left Taeyong’s on the bed with a little note while you went to cook while he showered.
How nice of the crew to stock up the fridge. You thought, pulling out some meat, some vegetables, and rice, quietly cooking while you listened for when the shower would finish. And that moment came when you were plating the food, setting the plates on the kitchen table. You could hear him pause in the bedroom, the sound of his footsteps halting, obviously spotting the pajamas spread out on the bed.

Husband.
I picked these up at the store, I thought they’d be nice.
This is what couples do, yes? Have cute matching clothes?
Hopefully fit, please wear them well.
Come to the kitchen, dinner’s done
Love,
Wife

WGM Question Time
Q: What did you think when you found the present from your wife?

Taeyong: “I was surprised. I don’t know how I missed her buying it. But I think it’s cute, our first day together and she’s already having us match. Cute right?”

WGM Question Time
Q: Why did you cook dinner when your husband said he would?

You: “Tae did a lot of work today. He refused to let me carry any of the bags, I know he’s tired. I wanted to let him rest after such a long day.”

When Taeyong turned the corner, you smiled, seeing him wearing the pajamas with a smile of his own on his lips. Thankfully they fit, for the most part. The pants might be a little too short, stopping short of his ankle, while your pooled around your feet with extra fabric.
“You cooked?” He mused, straying into the kitchen as you placed silverware and glasses on the table.
“Yes, you look exhausted, you shouldn’t have to cook, too.” You explained, settling in a chair, waiting for him to do the same.
He let out a breath of a laugh, placing himself in the chair opposite you, and tucking into the food.
“Ugh, it’s so good.” Taeyong mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“Thank you.” You smiled, happy your husband was pleased.
“I’m happy…” Taeyong whispered, picking at a piece of meat. “I think we’re going to have a good marriage…”
“I think so, too…”

Like She’s Mine (part four) - Stiles Stilinski

wow i got such immediate feedback when i posted part three guys, I thought my phone would literally blow up ur all amazing xx

part one
part two
part three

warnings: swearing, pregnancy, sadness, lots of time jumping i hope it’s not too confusing


PART FOUR (august)

“SHIT!” I screamed, whipping the apron over my head, and quickly untying it from behind my back.  Allison came running into the store from the back room.

“What? What? What’s going on?” She asked.

“Can you drive me to the airport?” I asked, hanging up the apron and checking my hair in my phone’s camera.

“Sure when-”

“Now” I said.  Allison’s eyes widened.

“N-now-?”

“Stiles is flying out today” I begged.  “Please, please, if Lou catches us, I swear Alli, I will cover for you, I will tell her it’s all my fault, please let me say goodbye” Allison sighed, bouncing on her foot for a moment.  The undoing the knot of her apron.

Fine.  But you owe me coffee for a week”

“Deal!”

The car ride to the airport was ten minutes.  It was 4:15 now, and Stiles left at 4:30.  My legs were shaking, no, my whole body was shaking.

“Alli, when I next see him, I will have had a baby” Allison parked the car, and looked down at her phone.

“y/n we’ve got six minutes!” She yelled.  We ran out of the car and sprinted through the airport.  “What gate!?” Allison yelled.

“15b!” I said back.  

“y/n we’re not going to make it on time!”

“Yes we will!” I was panting.  Just as we passed 15a, I could see him.  The tall boy with messy soft brown hair.  He was turning, looking everywhere.  A blue paper in his hand, and bags by his feet.  “Stiles!” I yelped, and he spun to look at me.

“y/n!” He called back.  I ran faster until I jumped and was in is arms.  My legs were around his waist and he held me tightly against him.  “I thought you weren’t coming” He cried into my hair.  I shook my head, pulling back and looking at him.  I stood flat on my feet, my arms still wound around his neck.

“Of course I came of course” I cupped his face between my hands for a moment, before letting them fall to his shoulders.  “I couldn’t let you leave me for a year without saying goodbye Stiles”

“If you tell me right now, I’ll stay I swear I’ll figure something else-”

“No, no Stiles I’ve told you all summer this is what you were meant for” You said, rubbing his shoulders slightly.  “And you’re gonna come back next summer, and you’re gonna have the first step of becoming a detective done” I wiped my eyes and stared at him.  “Stiles, I know I’ve told you a thousand times but I’m so incredibly proud of you, this is what you’ve always wanted, and you’ve actually achieved it.  You’ve done amazing, really” He hugged me again tight, and I silently cried, not wanting him to know how much it really hurt.

“Promise me you’ll keep in touch” I nodded.

“Of course”

“And when I come back we’ll pick right back up”

“Stiles it’s not a long distance relationship” I said, laughing through a breath.

“But it is, I just don’t want anything to change” I closed my eyes tight, buying my face further against him.

“Then it won’t” I hummed.

“Take care of Scott for me, Allison can’t handle him on her own” I chuckled slightly, and pulled away, seeing Stiles laugh quietly too.  The brunette a few feet behind me smiled bashfully, and walked up to us.

“Now boarding flight six to DC!”

“That’s you” I said softly, gesturing to the gate.

“Yeah that’s me” He responded.  I hugged him once more, and he squeezed me so tight I almost feared for the baby.  I could tell Allison practically read my mind.

“Alright alright me too” She said quickly, and Stiles released me to give her a hurried side hug.

“Miss you Stilinski”

“You too Argent” He looked at me again, and I gave a small wave.

“I’ll see you later Stiles” I said softly.  He waved back, putting on his backpack, picking up his duffel, and extending the handle of his suitcase.

“You better keep in touch with me y/n”

“Promise” I said, crossing an x over my heart.  I watched as he turned and walked up to the gate, handing the man at the desk his blue ticket.  The man stamped it, handed it back to him, and Stiles made his way onto the plane.  Tears welled in my eyes again.

“Oh, honey” Allison came forward, wrapping her arms around me, and hugging me gently.  “You’ve got me and Scott” She whispered as I cried onto her shoulder.  “We’ll take good care of you” She murmured.  “Whatever you need, we’re here for you, always” I nodded, holding my arms tight around her.  “I told you once how much I loved you and I’m going to give you the support you need, and I still will, I always will”

“Thank you, Allison”


FOUR MONTHS LATER (december)

Apparently, you become a whale six months into a pregnancy.  Yes, of course I knew I’d inflate like a blimp, but god, this was ridiculous.  I gave all my converse and any boots I had to tie to Allison and Lydia.  I couldn’t bend over to tie laces anymore.  My life was quite restricted these days.  Sleeping on my back every night.  No more long showers, my feet would hurt.  I gave up on fashion, because god knows nothing cute fit, and maternity clothes were too expensive to deal with.  I lived in sweats.  I barely went out, too nervous someone would recognize me.  After I found out that I was having a girl, I told Lou about the pregnancy. I was now on maternity leave.

Did I mention I got that apartment? It’s nice, because it’s basically a tiny house.  One floor, and a few rooms.  Two bedrooms, two baths, a nice kitchen connected to the dining room, and a pretty spacious living room.  It wasn’t overly expensive, but it put a slight dent in my bank account.  But once I get the ball rolling, get my job back, and stop having to take thirty pills a day, then I’ll be back on my feet.  Hopefully I can see them at the end of all of this.

Allison and I have been looking through many files of parents who want to adopt.  Here and there I’ll see a nice looking family, but it just never seemed good enough.  I wanted the best for my little girl. and as bitter as it sounds, a family could have five stars, but the mother’s smile could be just slightly downturned, and I’d throw the file away.  Allison would give me a look, but she never mentioned the way I judged the new parents of my child.

I mean, their child, that I was just carrying.

“Honey I’m home!” Allison called with a giggle as she entered the apartment.  She didn’t really live here, but when she wasn’t staying at home or with Scott, you’d find her here.  I smiled and waved from where I lay on my back on the couch.  She set her purse down at the kitchen table and kicked her shoes off by the door.  “How was the day?” The brunette asked.  I barely saw her walking into the kitchen.

“You look nice” I said as I caught a glimpse of her navy blue skirt and red short sleeved knit sweater.  A short sleeved sweater.  Only Alli could make it look normal.

“Yeah I’m going out with Scott tonight, just went on a tiny shopping spree” She said, coming into the living room with a glass of water in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other.  “I’m eating your cookies by the way” She announced, mouth already full.  I shrugged, rubbing my hands over my belly.

“They only sounded good for an hour.  I ate one and was satisfied” I asid.  Allison grinned.

“Good, cause there’s like ten left and they’re really good” i smiled and waved my hand dismissively.

‘Thanks, they’re all yours” I said, and she jumped slightly.  I shook my head as the water came out of her glass and droplets fell onto the carpet.

“Sorry-”

“It’s just water” I said, waving my hand again.

“So how’s baby Allison?” She asked, walking closer and inspecting my stomach.

“We’re not naming her that- we’re not naming her at all” I half scolded, dragging my hands down my face.  Allison frowned.

“Why not? What have we got to lose?”

“Because when you name something, you get attached.  Personally, I can’t afford to get attached to her, so we’re not naming her” Allison sighed.

“Fine” She said, taking another bite from her cookie.  “But I’m still calling her Allison” I rolled my eyes.

“Can you do me a favor and hand me my phone?” I asked, reaching my hand out towards the coffee table where it sat, just out of reach.  Allison nodded, giving it to me.  Five missed texts.  Two from Lydia, one from Stiles.

“I’m gonna go do my hair” Allison announced, heading to the bathroom as I went through my messages.

Lydia: heya girly! How’s the little girly
Lydia: (also don’t tell Alli but her name would have been Lydia, not Allison)

I rolled my eyes.  Don’t they get I can’t keep her? She can’t be named.  I clocked on Stiles’ chat.

Stiles: morning sunshine
Stiles: you’re probably sleeping.  You have been a lot lately I hope you’re not up all night on your internet college
Stiles: I miss you I wish you were here.  Wanna ft later?

I texted back. Saying I was busy with work today, and that I wouldn’t be able to catch a long enough break.  He responded immediately.

Stiles: that means we’re texting all night then, I hope you’ve got K cups left cause you’ll need the caffeine.

I told him that it sounded good, and I’d mark it down in my schedule.  Then again saying that he should get back to class because I knew he was sneaking his phone.

After that I just scrolled through my social media.  Not a lot was there, seeing that I’d just done this a few hours ago, but hey, it was a way to pass the time.  I’d already finished my online classes for the day, and grew bored.  Not a lot for a pregnant girl to do.  Just lay down, watch tv, marvel at how large I’ve gotten, shower shortly, cry while eating ice cream, and pass out randomly.

At least I wasn’t puking anymore.

Eventually I’d gotten myself off the couch, and walked back to my room.  I sunk into the bed, and stuck my feet out in the air.  I laughed to myself at the fact I could only see the blue toes.  Allison painted them last week much to my protests.  She didn’t think that me saying ‘I can’t see them what’s the point?’ was a liable excuse not to do it.  But I chuckled as I continued rocking, sticking my feet out over and over and laughing bitterly.

I did this until I felt a slight pushing sensation in my stomach.  My eyes widened, and a small smile pulled on my lips.  I held my hands over my stomach, feeling another push.

It was a kick.

“You like that Madi?” I asked softly, lifting my shirt just enough to show the skin of my stomach.  I rose my feet again and quickly dropped them, earning another kick.  Tears welled in my eyes.  My little girl was kicking.  My little Madison…

“Hey y/n did you move the hair dry-” Allison walked in, hands holding a towel as she quickly rubbed her hair with it.  I froze, staring at her practically petrified.  She gave me a knowing smile, and crossed her arms.  She looked at me like she just found out my biggest secret.

“I thought we weren’t getting attached?” I whimpered, hanging my head down in my hands.

Shit.


TWO MONTHS LATER (february)

“ALLISON DRIVE FASTER!” I screamed from the backseat of her car.

Okay, rewind to a few hours ago.

Allison was eating lunch with Scott, he’d swung by my apartment to pick her up, and I promptly stayed back in my room so he wouldn’t see my baby bump.  Which was actually more like fucking jupiter now.  But I still hollered a goodbye and told them to have a nice time.  I’d laid in the living room, reading a magazine on Brad and Angelina’s divorce, when suddenly-

“Did I just piss myself?” I muttered in embarrassment.  Two seconds later I could’ve sworn someone grabbed my intestines and ripped them out.  Oh no.

I’d hastily but shakily dialed Allison’s number, and told her to get me now.

“Now- now you’re having the baby?” She stuttered.  I could hear Scott yelling in the background but I was freaking out too much to care.

“Yes now and I NEED you to come drive me to the hospital!” I was crying now as the pain of the contractions just worsened.  There was a few muffled whispered that I barely caught wind off, but again I was too hurt to care if Scott knew.

“y/n, y/n we’re getting in the car right now it’s all going to be okay we’re on our way” Allison said calmly.  I could hear the smile in her voice.

“O-okay”

“You want me to stay in the phone with you?” I nodded, before realizing she couldn’t see me.

“Ye-yeah yes please yes”

She continued to coo to me, telling me it would be okay, and how there was just a few more moments before she would be here.  I never really responded, I was crying to hard and groaning to much.  I could tell it made her since but she kept her soft tone and sweet words.

I was halfway for passing out when she burst into the apartment, and the world was in slow motion around me.  Allison was grinning, as was Scott but he had eyes that held more questions than I had answers for.  

“Stay awake, stay awake it’s okay” Allison’s arms wound around me, leading me out of the room and out of the apartment.

“Hurts-” I whined.

“Shh… shh it’s okay” I don’t really remember getting into the car.

The next thing I was conscious of was a man in a white coat setting me down into a wheelchair.  He asked me a question I didn’t quite hear, and I looked to Allison.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” She said to me.  “He’s asking if you want me there” I nodded.

“Please” I whispered.  Allison smiled and nodded back, quietly giving me an ‘of course’ and walking with me as I was wheeled into a room.

Screaming, a lot of screaming I almost thought I was going to die.  It legitimately felt like every bone in my body was breaking.

“y/n, y/n we just need you to take deep breaths, and push”

I didn’t even remember getting onto the cot, or holding onto Allison’s hand but I realized when she yelped.  I squeezed too hard.

“S-sorry” I panted.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re doing great” She assured, squeezing my hand as well.

I think in the three hours it took, I scarred Allison in ways that were irreversible.  The doctors and horde of nurses took my baby to the nursery while I rested.  Allison was sat in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs next to me, still holding my hand on the mattress.

“Does it feel better now?” She asked softly, holding a cool wet rag against my head.  

“Hell yes.  Don’t ever have kids, adopt mine” I chuckled, then felt a pang of regret in my chest.

“What?” Allison asked, brows furrowing in worry.  I raised a brow in silent question.  “You just looked like you were thinking, the hurting kind of thinking” Her fingers stroked gently over the back of my hand.

“Does… does it make me a bad person? Giving away a child?” Allison pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

“No.  If you truly believe you can’t give her the life we know she deserves, then no, it makes you a responsible person” I bit my lip, and her brows furrowed again.  “y/n look-”

“Miss l/n” We looked up to the door, seeing a nurse from earlier in blue scrubs, and holding a pink bundle of blankets.  “I have your baby here, would you like to hold her?” Yes.  But I didn’t answer right away, just continued to think about whether or not I was doing the right thing.  I looked over to Allison, who gave me a sweet smile, as though saying I could choose what I wanted to do.  The woman stood patiently, beginning to softly rock my little girl.

“Yes please” I answered her so quietly I was sure she didn’t hear me, but sure enough she smiled widely and came over to me, carefully placing her in my arms.  Tears grew in my eyes as I looked down at her.  She was beautiful.

She had Theo’s light eyes, but hers a much brighter blue.  Her nose was a tiny button, and her skin was fair.  I could tell her hair would grow to be like mine.

“Wow” Allison whispered next to me, and Madi- the baby’s- eyes went to her.  Instantly she giggled a small hiccup of a laugh, and held her arm out towards my face.  I admit, I cried when I reached my finger to her and she clasped her small hand around it.

“Allison she’s… she’s beautiful” I cried in a whimper.  “Is Scott still here?” I asked, rocking my girl back and forth slightly.

“Yeah, he’s waiting in the hall” She told me.

“You can let him in” I said with a small smile.

“You sure?” I nodded, and Allison stood swiftly and left the room nearly silently.

“Hi Madi” I said softly, smiling down at the girl about to fall asleep in my hold.  “You’re a beautiful little girl” I told her.  “I wish I could have more time with you, I know you’re going to be such a great kiddo” More tears fell down my face, and her smile fell.  She gave my finger a squeeze that was feather light, but noticeable.  “I hope one day-one day-” I choked.  “You’ll let me s-see you” The door opened again, and Allison was smiling, talking with her hands.

“Oh Scott she’s just ador- y/n?” Allison saw me crying and hurried over.  “Hey, hey honey what’s wrong?” She asked.  But I shook my head, unsure of the words to say.  “Hey…. shh it’s okay” She cooed softly, petting my hair, then petting my child’s bald head.  I could see Scott growing closer.  He smiled gently at me, and it was like we were at a silent understanding.  “y/n? What’s going on?” I sniffled, stroking the backs of my fingers against Madi’s face.

“I can’t give her away Alli” I said, tears still rushing down my face.  “I can’t give my little girl away”


drumroll please! aaaaaannndddd BOOM.  CONFLICT!

tagged: @morganschiebel @bunnyboo10154 and @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday

also @celestial-writing bc shes my boo AND the baby is named after her cute ass *muah* :)

hi! please don’t try to guilt me for buying clothes from stores that you think are morally wrong to give money! when you’re plus sized it’s really hard to find cute clothes that fit you comfortably! forever 21 is literally the only place that sells jeans that fit me that don’t squeeze my abdomen giving me a rash! so i’m going to keep shopping there!

listen I wanna say in a completely non kinky way

fat girls should wear more crop tops! and high waisted jeans! and pencil skirts! and form fitting dresses! cute clothes aren’t just for skinny people and honestly fat girls look beautiful in everything!! <3

elysean replied to your photo “Spoiler Alert! Guess who is getting ready for Dallas Comic Con? I’m…”

That’s awesome, is this your first? Spoiler is a great choice; idk why but I think her uniform must be very comfy

@elysean It’s actually my third time doing a full cosplay. I’ve technically done four, but my first was a really crappy really simple Rose Tyler from Doctor Who so I count it only for giving me the bug to want to dress up more often. The other two were Aqua from Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep and Asuna from Sword Art Online. 

And same? It’s pretty great, some nice black fitted clothes, cute purple, gloves, and a snugly cape for cold nights. 

[lolllllll]

Hetalia aesthetics
  • Italy: spaghetti sauce on the wall, kittens, falling asleep on your friend's couch, tasteful nudity, tacky bright colors
  • Germany: heavy metal, acting like you don't know why there's a piece of glitter on your face when someone notices it, the gym, clean shaves, big dogs
  • Japan: pixel cats, black and white art, sakura blossoms, miniature things, always hitting decline when your phone rings
  • America: instagram pictures of fast food, the moon, cheesy inspirational quotes over pictures, hugs where you pick the other person up, trampolines
  • England: safety pin earrings, old man shoes, reading on a rainy day, eating terrible food because you feel bad throwing it away, strong black tea
  • France: pretending you're a stripper in front of the mirror when a sexy song comes on, "food porn", wine mom, turning a self deprecating comment into a smooth line
  • Russia: pastel colors, sunflowers, space, smiling even though you're dead inside, vodka with every meal
  • China: dragons, home remedies, pushing your limits but in a how much can I eat without dying way, burning incense
  • Canada: passive aggressive notes on the fridge, maple syrup, snowball fights, apologizing all the time, talking to yourself because no one notices you anyway
  • Prussia: shirtless selfies, still saying swag and yolo in 2015, skinny jeans, pretending to not give a shit even though you actually care so much, birbs
  • Austria: expensive cupcakes, classical music, fake glasses, taking pride in being a gold digger, fancy old clothes, kid gloves
  • Spain: sunny days, pictures of your feet in the grass with no shoes on, pirates, whistling while you work, home grown vegetables
  • Romano: cuss words written in cute fonts, well fitted clothes, artisan pizza, denial, acting annoyed with your friends even though you're actually entertained by what they're doing
  • Hungary: not wearing makeup, flowers, crossdressing, being feminine and still kicking ass, being unashamed to announce the fact that you watch porn

Private gyms look rad af.
I wish I could wear cute fitness clothing and train around likeminded individuals but that is not the case. I love my gym, sometimes its pretty rough tho. I wish I had a key to train when it’s closed on weekends.

Sakamaki: shopping. Requested by Anon.

It was their treat, to make up for the fight you two had a few days ago. They had taken you shopping. And now they were tailing behind you carrying your bags. Happy because they still had you.

Shuu
“What about that shop? I Kano you love going there?” He gestured to the shop with a jerk of his head.
“But that place is very expensive.” You interjected, making him arch and eyebrow.
“So I got it, go crazy. It’s fine. Plus I want you to pick someone out for tonight.” Then he turned pink, “I have sometime planned.”
(Meanwhile the boys were stalking you because they couldn’t believe how active Shuu was being.)

Reiji
“Ooo can we get this kitten?” You questioned as you saw a sad little kitten curled in the pet shop window. “It’s calling to me!”
Reiji sighed then smiled ever so slightly, “Only if your agree to take care of it.” His heart fluttered as he saw how your face lit up as you ran into the store and picked the kitten up. “Oh what you do to me.” He whispered.

Ayato
“Oi it’s the sports store. Can we go!? Can we go?! Can we go?!” He asked like a child asking to go into the toy store.
“Sure I need to sit down anyway.” With that you say on the bench with as he sat the bags down and vanished in to the shop.
Coming out a few minutes later with a bag he handed to you.
“Look in it.” You did, too see some cute active fit clothes.
“Now we can play together.” He smiled boyishly.