we play dress up

I put Cassandra in a dress
(now I run for my life)

50 Famous Quotes of Fashion's Greatest.

1 ) “One is never over-dressed or under-dressed with a Little Black Dress.” —Karl Lagerfeld

2) “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory.” —Coco Chanel

3) “I firmly believe that with the right footwear one can rule the world.” —Bette Midler

4) “I loathe narcissism, but I approve of vanity.” —Diana Vreeland

5) “A woman’s dress should be a like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.” —Sophia Loren

6) “I like my money right where I can see it…hanging in my closet.” —Carrie Bradshaw

7) “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” —Kate Moss

8) “I can’t concentrate in flats!” —Victoria Beckham

9) “I don’t do fashion. I am fashion.” —Coco Chanel

10) “Walk like you have three men walking behind you.” —Oscar de la Renta

11) “You can have anything you want in life if you dress for it.” —Edith Head

12) “Fashion is the armor to survive the reality of everyday life.” —Bill Cunningham

13) “When in doubt, wear red.” —Bill Blass

14) “I don’t design clothes. I design dreams.” —Ralph Lauren

15) “Clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them.” —Marc Jacobs

16) “Fashions fade, style is eternal.” —Yves Saint Laurent

17) “Anyone can get dressed up and glamorous, but it is how people dress in their days off that are the most intriguing.” —Alexander Wang

18) “How can you live the high life if you do not wear the high heels?” —Sonia Rykiel

19) “Don’t be into trends. Don’t make fashion own you, but you decide what you are, what you want to express by the way you dress and the way to live.” —Gianni Versace

20) “In difficult times, fashion is always outrageous.” —Elsa Schiaparelli

21) “You can never take too much care over the choice of your shoes. Too many women think that they are unimportant, but the real proof of an elegant woman is what is on her feet.” —Christian Dior

22) “Fashion is what you’re offered four times a year by designers. And style is what you choose.” —Lauren Hutton

23) “The dress must follow the body of a woman, not the body following the shape of the dress.” —Hubert de Givenchy

24) “I know what women want. They want to be beautiful.” —Valentino Garavani

25) “A woman who doesn’t wear perfume has no future.” —Coco Chanel

26) “People will stare. Make it worth their while.” —Harry Winston

27) “Luxury is the ease of a t-shirt in a very expensive dress.” ―Karl Lagerfeld

28) “And now, I’m just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time.” —Lady Gaga

29) “My look is attainable. Women can look like Audrey Hepburn by flipping out their hair, buying the large sunglasses, and the little sleeveless dresses.” —Audrey Hepburn

30) “A little bad taste is like a nice splash of paprika. We all need a splash of bad taste—it’s hearty, it’s healthy, it’s physical. I think we could use more of it. No taste is what I’m against.” —Diana Vreeland

31) “Elegance is elimination.” —Cristóbal Balenciaga

32) “Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.” —Rachel Zoe

33) “Men tell me that I’ve saved their marriages. It costs them a fortune in shoes, but it’s cheaper than a divorce. So I’m still useful, you see” —Manolo Blahnik

34) “What you wear is how you present yourself to the world, especially today, when human contacts are so quick. Fashion is instant language.” —Miuccia Prada

35) “In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.” —Coco Chanel

36) “Attitude is everything.” —Diane von Furstenberg

37) “We must never confuse elegance with snobbery.” —Yves Saint Laurent

38) “Playing dress-up begins at age five and never truly ends.” —Kate Spade

39) “Elegance is not standing out, but being remembered.” —Giorgio Armani

40) “Your dresses should be tight enough to show you’re a woman and loose enough to show you’re a lady.” —Edith Head

41) “The hardest thing in fashion is not to be known for a logo, but to be known for a silhouette.” —Giambattista Valli

42) “I don’t approach fashion. Fashion approaches me!” —Daphne Guinness

43) “We have this saying, Christy and I. We don’t wake up for less than $10,000 a day.” —Linda Evangelista

44) “My look is a cocktail. I’m not as nicely turned out as the french, but I don’t care like the English.” —Jane Birkin

45) “More is more and less is a bore.” —Iris Apfel

46) “Clothes are like a good meal, a good movie, great pieces of music.” —Michael Kors

47) “I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity—all I hope for in my clothes. —Yves Saint Laurent

48) "Whoever said that money can’t buy happiness, simply didn’t know where to go shopping.” —Bo Derek

49) “Big girls need big diamonds.” —Elizabeth Taylor

50) “Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.” —Karl Lagerfeld

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Issues

The song is  Issues by Julia Michaels

———-

I’m jealous, I’m overzealous
When I’m down, I get real down
When I’m high, I don’t come down
I get angry, baby, believe me
I could love you just like that
And I could leave you just this fast

“Why didn’t you tell me!?!” You shout, throwing down Jason’s domino mask

“I couldn’t trust you! I was going to tell you soon, I promise!”

You snarl, “So you didn’t trust me!? You made me fall in love with you, only to dump this on me?!” Letting out a sob you sink into the couch, “What if you die out there, Jay? What am I gonna do then?”

“I’ll just have to make extra sure that I don’t die then, won’t I?”

But you don’t judge me
‘Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too
No, you don’t judge me
'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

“Don’t judge me, asshole, just help me down”

Jason chuckles and reaches up, “How did this happen?”

You huff, letting him take some of the dishes that had tried to cascade down on you, “I just wanted some Tupperware, and when I tried to grab it, everything fell on me!! It’s like your apartment is boobytrapped!”

“It’s not boobytrapped, you were just too lazy to move everything on top” Jason grabbed your waist, and gently lifted you off of the counter.

“I said that you couldn’t judge me, if you start judging me about this, I’m going to start judging you for getting stuck in the dryer”

Jason huffed, “You said you wouldn’t bring that up!”

“Well, when you get stuck trying to hide in the dryer, just because Dick can, I don’t really think you have any room to judge my Tupperware avalanche, do you?”

“No” Jason grumbled.

'Cause I got issues
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve 'em

“I died, Y/N, I died and he did nothing, he let my killer get away. I just can’t face him, I don’t think I can, not yet” Jason whispered. He tucked you tightly into his side and pulled the blankets over your heads, “Is it so bad to never want to get out of bed?”

You sigh, gently running your fingers through his hair, “He still loves you, they all do, Jaybird. You might not be ready to forgive him, but just know that he loves you”

“I know, I know he does, it’s just … every time I see him that old anger comes up, I don’t know how to get over that”

“Have you tried talking about it?”

He snorted, “I’m talking about it with you”

You press a kiss to the side of his chest, “But I’m not the one who you’re angry at”

“You’re right”

“And even though you’re mad at Bruce, you can’t take it out on your brothers, that includes Tim. He looks up to you, you know”

“He does?”

“Yeah, he does. Maybe you should have a guy’s night. Mom asked me to come visit this weekend, so it would be the perfect time”

Jason hummed, “Maybe that’s a god idea”

You smile and snuggle closer to your boyfriend. Sometimes he just needed a little push in the right direction.

Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad I need you

You do shit on purpose
You get mad and you break things
Feel bad, try to fix things
But you’re perfect
Poorly wired circuit
And got hands like an ocean
Push you out, pull you back in

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE IT ALONE?!?!” Jason shouts, throwing his mug of coffee against the wall.

“YOU KILLED AGAIN!!! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULND’T!!!!!!” You yell

“He was raping and selling women!! I couldn’t let his continue to do that!”

“You could have sent him to jail! You didn’t have to shoot him!”

Jason rakes his fingers through his hair, “What if it had been you!?! What if he had touched you!?”

“What?” you whisper

“A few days ago I was watching you walk home from work, and I saw him. He was watching you, stalking you. What if he had attacked, would you still hate me for killing him?”

“Oh baby” Jason steps forward and pulls you into his arms, tucking your face into his neck.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N, I can’t let you get hurt, and if you hate me for protecting you, then you’ll just have to keep hating me”

“I could never hate you, Jaybird. I love you”

“I love you too”

'Cause you don’t judge me
'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too
No, you don’t judge me
'Cause you see it from same point of view

“Why did we come here?” you whisper, watching in horror as Bruce flounces around in his Brucie persona.

“You agreed” Jason hissed, “I told you that we shouldn’t go, but you wanted to play dress up”

“This was a terrible idea”

Jason chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll get us some drinks?”

“I’m gonna need a drink if I have to watch Bruce any longer”

Almost as soon as Jason walks away, you’re approached by some drunk idiot, “’bout time you sent him away, baby”

“Excuse me? You need to back off”

“Chill out, baby. I just want to have some fun” He leaned forward, boxing you into the wall

Suddenly a large hand gripped the back of his jacket, “You might want to back off, buddy, before something really bad happens”

The guy glances over his shoulder at Jason and smirks, “No need to get mad, dude. I don’t mind sharing”

Jason snarled and threw the guy off of you, “Get the fuck off my girlfriend, pig” when Jason pulls you into a hug you smirk at the guy on the floor, “Let’s let out of here, baby”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

'Cause I got issues
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve 'em

“You know, we’re pretty fucked up”

Jason chuckles, “I’d have to agree with you, baby”

Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad I need you

And one of them is how bad I need you
(I got issues, you got 'em too)

“If you leave me, I’ll kill you”

“I’d never leave you, baby”

You sniffle, “Even though I’m sick? You still love me?”

He leans forward and kisses your cheek, “Yes I still love you, even though you’re sick, now take youre medicine”

Whining you try to squirm out of Jason’s grasp, “I don’t wanna take it, it tastes gross”

“I know it tastes gross, but you have to take it to get better”

After taking your medicine and drinking a glass of orange juice you curl back up on the couch, “You know, it’s scary how much I need you”

“I know exactly what you mean”

'Cause I got issues
(I got)
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
(You got 'em too)
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
(I got issues)
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
(You got 'em too)
It takes to solve 'em

“What if it’s positive? What are we gonna do, Jay?”

“We’ll have to tell my brothers that they’ll be uncles”

You snort, “God, could you imagine how that conversation would go?!”

“Yeah, they would probably beat the shit out of me, and then go out and buy baby stuff with you”

Reaching out for Jason’s hand you give it a squeeze, “Are you alright with this?”

“Honestly? I’m kinda excited”

“Really?!” You yelp, not expecting that answer

“I mean, I’ve always wanted kids, especially with you, so yeah, I’m excited”

This timer goes off in the next room, “Well, let’s see if we have anything to be excited about”

Yeah, I got issues (I got)
And one of them is how bad I need you (You got 'em too)
Yeah, I got issues (I got issues)
And one of them is how bad I need you (You got 'em too)
Yeah, I got issues (I got)
And one of them is how bad I need you

Pinky Promise (pt. 1 of my Le Duo verse)

Pairing(s): Luke Evans/Josh Gad

Summary: Luke isn’t intimidated by a simple babysitting gig, okay? He really isn’t. He’s performed live in front of massive audiences on West End and seen his face on the big screen all around the world. Needless to say, he’s definitely not scared of some little girls. Especially not Josh Gad’s adorable little girls. Nope, not scared at all.

***

The front door is pretty average; tall and sturdy and probably a little expensive, but plain. Certainly nothing to be intimidated by. Except that Luke knows the man of his dreams is just behind that door. And with him, his beautiful wife and two daughters. God, he really should just turn around and feign some deadly illness because the whole situation is too absurd.

When Josh had asked him for a favor, Luke had foolishly agreed without knowing anything, jumping at any opportunity to please like an overeager puppy. He hadn’t realized that the favor would involve going just long enough without seeing Josh to make Luke really miss him and then sleeping over at Josh’s house with the two most important little people in his friend’s life. It was all a giant domestic tease that Luke wasn’t sure he could handle.

Luke never thought that he would be trying to get into Gaston’s headspace outside of shooting Beauty and the Beast (because really, who would willingly put themselves in that guy’s headspace for any other reason?), but he found himself taking out his phone and pulling up the camera app, trying to let courage show through his eyes on the screen as he channeled his character’s outrageous self-confidence.

“You are Luke Evans, and you are clever, kind, and incredibly fun to be around. You are the perfect babysitter, and you have noth
ing to worry about.”

He cocked an eyebrow for effect, starting to feel even less self-assured at how silly he looked, when he heard the door unlatch. He immediately shoved his phone in his pocket and felt heat rising to his cheeks as the door swung open and he looked up into Josh’s amused eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Clexa's kid is gonna grow up so full of love, but they're also gonna be so grossed out by their overly affectionate parents. They're attached at the hip and super affectionate, especially at home, kisses for every little thing. The kid is spurred on by Aunts Raven and Anya from whom they learn the sentence "get a room" and the habit of rolling their eyes. The kid secretly loves it tho. Friends in her age grp mostly have divorced parents, but hers are totally in love and she's proud of it

Images I think of sometimes: Lexa’s red Heda cloak from MWTW being used to swaddle their baby. The paper Clarke first used to ask Lexa to be her gf framed and displayed in their living room, under their wedding portrait or maybe next to the family picture. 4K home videos with Clarke barely seen in them, but her voice is heard behind the camera as she films her wife and child. Anya braiding Clexa’s kid’s hair and telling Lex she looks just like Lex did at that age, but w Clarke’s spark.

OH MY GOD. Headcanon 87% accepted (as much as I hate to say it bc it’s the cutest idea ever, Lexa’s Heda cloak is wool and I wouldn’t suffer soft innocent baby skin to that. BUT how about instead we image their baby playing dress-up with it, pretending to be a superhero and Clarke sobbing while documenting every second with her camera). Everything else happens. :-)  

Converts are Jews. End of story.

Something that continues to irritate me, even now a year and a half after I went in the mikveh, is constantly being brushed off as less than fully Jewish. This has mostly only happened online (a Chabad rabbi did it once in person after learning I converted Reform, but I understand his reasoning and don’t fault him for it). And to be clear I get this from Orthodox and liberal Jews, from the right and left. What really irritates me about it is that it almost always occurs as a way to brush off my opinion when I disagree with someone. It’s either, “you’re not really Jewish, so you don’t know what you're​ talking about,” or “you’re just a convert, so your opinion is irrelevant; let the real Jews have their conversation.”

What really gets on my nerves is that Jewish tradition is explicit in saying that the community shouldn’t oppress/discriminate against converts (with a few, mostly irrelevant exceptions). A convert is a Jew, and shouldn’t be constantly reminded that they are a convert every time you dislike our opinion. Quite frankly, I’m fucking sick of it, and it needs to stop. I am not a second class Jew, and I won’t have my opinions dismissed because I chose Judaism as an adult and studied and worked to become a Jew. If anything, I’ve noticed that I and other converts almost always know much more about Judaism, Jewish history, and Jewish politics than people born and raised Jewish. Not to mention that we are frequently more explicitly dedicated to living Jewishly, participating in synagogue life, and raising Jewish children.

It should be remembered that converts are central to Judaism. Abraham and Sarah were “converts.” King David’s grandmother, Ruth, was a convert. Converts have always been accepted into the community, which means that many people born Jewish are probably descendants of at least one convert. We are not inferior, and I’m done putting up with this dismissal from people who think I’m just a silly goy playing dress up with Judaism. If we disagree, that’s fine, but stop acting like I’m ignorant or unworthy to have an opinion on anything Jewish because I didn’t come out of a Jewish vagina.

Baby Washington

George Washington x Reader ft. kiddo hamilsquad

Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Sequel to: Meeting the Family, Becoming Part of the Family

Words:1651

Warnings: Implied smut, pregnancy

Request: HOLY CRUD-OLA I’VE BEEN GONE FROM THIS FOR SO LONG! I love all of the Imagines I may or may not have binge-read at 1AM… Anyways, could you do one-I know y'all are realllly busy, but maybe sometime in the future, maybe- more sequel to the “Becoming Part of the Family” with the reader pregnant and Alex flips out like “I’M THE CENTER OF ATTENTION HERE NOT SOME BABY!” and then when the baby is born its a girl and James and Mullifan wants to dress her up like a doll? Thanks babes!😍❤💓💖❤❤❤ - anon

A/N: I decided to split this into two parts, I hope you don’t mind. I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCH! I seriously love writing the kiddo hamilsquad with George as their dad. You can expect a the second part of this request to come up on Thursday! I hope you liked this and if you want me to write more about this little family, I WOULD LOVE TO! We’re hoping that requests will be open again in a week or two. Hope your day is amazing! Love you cute kids!


“How do you think the boys will react?” You asked, turning to look at George who was driving you both home for the Doctors office.

“I’m not sure…” George said, a smile on his face from the news the doctor had gave you.

“Do you think they’ll be upset?” You asked, growing worried.

George sensed your anxiety, taking one of his hands off the steering wheel and gently interlaced his fingers with yours. “They will be happy as long as we are happy. You need to relax, everything will work out.”

You sighed, knowing he was right. The two of you had just come back from a doctor’s appointment that had surprised the both of you. By some miracle, you were pregnant. Last you checked, George wasn’t able to have kids.

George had tried with his last wife and the tests always came out negative. After going to a couple of doctors, it turned out it was not possible for him to have kids. Yet here you were, already over two months pregnant. How you hadn’t noticed this whole time was a mystery to you.

George squeezed your hand, pulling you out of your daydreams. Turning from the window to look at him, he still had a huge grin spread across his face. This may have been the longest amount of time he’s smiled for, besides your wedding, your first Christmas with his kids and that one time the boys had a roller skating competition that got way too competitive.

“This is a miracle, (Y/N).” George said, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m finally going to have a kid with the woman I love.”

“I think if the boys see you this happy, they will love the baby more than anything.” You grinned, leaning across the middle console to give him a kiss on the cheek.

The two of you were terrified, to be honest. A baby was a big responsibility and you already had 7 boys to take care of. The only thing giving you the hope that you could get through this was the love you were already feeling for this baby. It was going to be a perfect addition to the family, you could already tell.

+++

“Boys! Family meeting!” George called up the stairs after the two of you had made it home.

“Right now?” Aaron yelled from the bedroom that was closest to the stairs.

“Yes.” George yelled back, moving to sit next to you on the couch.

You watched as the boys ran down the stairs and into the living room. Alex pushed Thomas out of the way to plop down on the couch. Thomas glared at him, taking a seat on the floor right in front of you.

“Boys, we have something to tell you…” George trailed off, trying to think of the right way to say it.

“Is everything okay?” James asked, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Nothing’s wrong! It’s just…there’s going to be a change in this house…” You paused, not knowing how to tell the boys.

“Are we getting a dog?” Lafayette asked loudly, his puffy bun moving as he jumped with excitement.

“Not exactly, but there is going to be a new addition to the family.” George smiled, watching the boys around you grow more excited.

“A cat?” Thomas squealed, imaging a small tabby cat just to himself.

“A hedgehog?” John shouted over the other boys excited giggles and whispers.

“A baby?” Hercules asked, looking at the two of you with a knowing smile.

“Hercules wins! You’re getting to get either a baby brother or sister.” You said, the smiles dropping from half the boys faces.

“Another one?” Alex screamed in disgust.

“Do we know what gender it’s going to be?” James sat up, his face lighting up at the mention of a baby.

“Not yet, we’ll have to wait a couple more months to know.” George explained, placing his hand gently on your knee. “We would like it if you boys would want to come to that ultrasound with us. We can find out the gender as a family.”

“As great as that sounds, we don’t need another baby.” Thomas sassed, Alex and Aaron nodding behind him.

“There’s barely enough room for all of in this house, no need to add a smelly baby to it.” Aaron scoffed.

“Plus, it’s going to take up all your time. I AM NOT LETTING THAT HAPPEN!” Alex screeched, his face scrunched up in anger.

“Boys, calm down. The baby is so small it will barely take up any room, if we need to move to a bigger place we will. And Alex it will not take up all our time, you boys will still be just as important to us.” George sighed, his hand on your knee tightening in frustration.

“I think the baby sounds amazing!” John said, taking the attention away from the three outraged boys. “It’ll be fun to have another sibling.”

“I hope it’s a little girl! We can dress her up and play with her. I’ve always wanted a little sister.” James beamed, his voice being louder than usual due to his excitement.

“I call dibs on being her favorite brother! I’m going to always be there to protect her!” Laf boasted, turning to the others with a smug look.

“Laf, we’re not sure if it’s going to be a girl yet.” You giggled, Laf’s proud stance not fading.

“I can tell, just by the vibes in the air, it will be a girl.” Laf smirked, having a feeling he was going to be spot on.

“Laf, you’re going to have to fight me for that position of favorite brother. This kid will love me from the beginning, trust me.” Hercules grinned at Laf before turning to look at you and George. “Let me know when the ultrasound is, I don’t want to miss it for anything.”

“NO! NO BABY, NO ULTRASOUND! IT’S ALREADY STEALING ALL THE ATTENTION AND IT’S NOT EVEN BORN YET! I AM THE CENTER OF ATTENTION HERE NOT SOME BABY!!!” Alex yelled, glaring at you and George before storming up the staircase to his room.

“Alex!” George yelled, standing up from the couch and chasing after him.

You watched him run, feeling a pit of guilt in your stomach. You had caused Alex to have a complete meltdown and two of the other boys to be angry at the two of you. You stood up hoping to follow after the two and help with whatever argument was about to go down. Looking back at the other Aaron and Thomas you hoped they would not react the same way Alex just had.

Making eye contact with Thomas, he narrowed his eyes at you. Standing up and stomped into the kitchen. You followed quickly after him. He was sitting at the kitchen counter, his face in his hands. You placed your hand gently on his shoulder, sitting down on the stool next to him.

“I can’t believe you want to add a baby to this family! Are we not enough?” Thomas asked, his voice cracking with sadness at the end.

“Is that why you’re angry? You feel like we’re trying to replace you?” You asked softly, Thomas’s tense shoulders slumping down.

“Maybe…but why do you need to add another member to the family? I’ve really tried to be a good son.” Thomas looked up from the counter to face you, his eyes were welling up with tears.

“Thomas, it’s not like that at all.” You said, pulling him into a tight hug. “Your dad and I love you so much. We could never replace you, even if we tried. We weren’t planning on having a baby, it was a surprise to us too.”

“You didn’t plan this?” Thomas sniffled, his head pressed against your chest.

“Nope, didn’t expect it to happen.” You said, rubbing Thomas’s back.

“Have you ever heard of a condom?” Thomas asked, the tears slowly disappearing and drying up.

“Thomas! Of course we have!” You laughed, pushing him away from your hug as he snickered.

“Just wondering.” Thomas shrugged, smiling and standing up from his seat. “You can plan on me being there for that ultrasound. If Alex gives you anymore crap, I’ll beat him to a pulp.”

“That’s not necessary, but thank you!” You smiled, watching Thomas leave the kitchen and George enter.

“How’s Alex?” You asked, watching George plop down on the seat next to you.

“He’s in shock. He doesn’t want a baby to take away from him being the center of attention. He agrees to go to the ultrasound, but he said that he can’t promise that he’ll like him or her.” George sighed, pulling you into his side.

“Hey, that’s still progress!” You smiled, a matching one appearing on George’s face at your optimism. “We still have 7 months to convince him that this baby will be great.”

“Once again you are completely correct..” George grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I hope that Laf’s prediction was right…”

“Me too.” You sighed, imagining a beautiful little girl with your hair and George’s eyes.

“I’ve always wanted a little girl.” George said, his eyes glazed over as he too had his own idea of how the little girl would look.

“She would be beautiful.” You snuggled closer to George, closing your eyes in content.

You couldn’t wait for this new addition to your family. You didn’t know who it would be yet, but they were already perfect in your eyes. The boys were just as excited as you were, all of them talking about it all night. The future was coming quickly and all of you, even Alex, wanted time to move quicker. You wanted this baby and you wanted it now.

anonymous asked:

POST THE COSPLAY

HERE IT IS BOIS

(if you didnt already know, i had to pretend to be samuel seabury for a pre-revolution debate in apush, and we got extra credit if we dressed up)

(also fun fact my apush teacher played king george iii and she literally showed up in a red bathrobe and a burger king crown bless her)

4

“We just get to be big children again, playing dress up. It’s great.”

  • Kinshirou: Atchan, let's do something?
  • Atsushi: Not now, it's chill time.
  • Kinshirou: I'm getting a bit desperate. ... Yufuin?
  • En: Chill. Time.
  • Kinshirou: But I don't want to "chill". I want to do things.
  • En: Okay, then. Go get some juice in the fridge for me, I'm getting thirsty.
  • Kinshirou: Go get them yourself.
  • En: Hey, you said you wanted to do things.
  • Kinshirou: I never said I wanted to become your maid, though.
  • En: Dunno, you'd look pretty nice in a maid costume. Don't you agree, Atsushi?
  • Atsushi: *With three juice pouches in hands* I thought we were going to drink juice, not play dress-up.
  • Kinshirou: AT-CHAN YOU'RE NOT HIS MAID EITHER!
  • Atsushi: Actually, only on Wednesdays.
  • En: Atsushi looks really good in a maid costume, just so you know.
  • Kinshirou: What am I even dealing with... *Furiously blushing*

Loving Lincoln

Chapter 2: Leni

Leni Loud was six years old. Her favorite things to do were watch cartoons, and play with her fashion dolls.

She was sitting with her little brother, Lincoln, on the couch. They were watching their favorite show, Poppy Avenue.

Her mother had asked Leni to keep an eye on Lincoln while she got some work done in the kitchen. Leni didn’t mind, she liked spending time with him.

Lincoln was only fifteen months old, and he couldn’t walk yet, but boy could he crawl. Lincoln had been getting into absolutely everything. Just last week, he crawled into his parents’ room and got into his mother’s cosmetics, and completely covered himself in them. His white hair still had a light pink stain.

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So this is what it feels like to wear Nice Cloths. My friends played dress up. We had a Blast!!!
Hope i can afford decent Cloths some day. :D

thekuroiookami  asked:

HIIIIIII! Excuse my newness. So this might be an odd headcanon, but could we have the GoM (-Mukkun) and Kagami react to their fem s/o turning up to a party in a tux? Like it's a sexy one, tailored to her figure, but with a badass tie and such. Hugs for your general wonderfulness!

I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR GIRLS WEARING SUITS. This is not weird at all I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. 

Akashi: 

  • He would clear his throat but HIGHKEY HE IS GETTING SO TURNED ON HE IS ACTUALLY DISTRACTED AF
    • He puts his arm around her waist and pulls her close and is like “What brand of suit is that?” 
    • When she responds he’s like “It looks reaaaallly good on you” in that low, seductive Akashi voice. 
  • Literally he is planning in his head the best social diversion so they could sneak off and have some alONE time as he observes her suit omg.

Aomine: 

  • HE IS SO TURNED ON HE WOULDNT EVEN TRY TO HIDE IT. 
  • he whistles at her as she walks in (aomine is never a classy man) and he shamelessly grabs her ass when her back is to a wall.
    • “i didn’t know you could clean up so well in a suit.” 
    • headcanon she tries to assert her dominance over him when she’s in a suit and he digs it so much. 
  • Aomine kinda annoyed his s/o getting so much attention for looking hot while wearing a suit. 
    • pulls her closer with her tie before making out on the dance floor 

Kagami: 

  • FACE RED AS HIS HAIR
  • Is a mix between super turned on and fanboying over his girlfriend. 
    • “You…look really…good” - has difficulty formulating even the most basic sentences. 
  • follows his significant other around like a lost puppy (mainly bc he can’t keep his eyes off the butt) 
    • When they’re in private together he takes apart her clothing piece by piece but he STRUGGLES WITH THE TIE because it’s kagami

Midorima: 

  • Blushes really frickin’ pink and starts stuttering and spouts out a ton of “nanodayo’s”
    • “why did you wear that, nanodayo?”
    • “i think i looked better in it than a dress, don’t you think shin-chan?”
    • “i…i…i like you either way, nanodayo.” 
  • headcanon midorima partially inspired this because he said her lucky item was a tie and she ended up weARING A TIE and he’s just honestly shook by how gorgeous she is. 
    • NSFW HEADCANON: after the party midorima lets her dominate him bc yes, sexy woman in suit going down on you?? shin-chan can’t say no to that!! 

Kuroko: 

  • HE BLUSHES FOR A SPLIT SECOND, then recollects himself and acts like the ultimate gentleman
    • “You’re so cute, _____-chan.” 
    • He keeps staring at her figure even from afar and it becomes really obvious but he denies it omg
  • Kuroko asks her to dance and he’s literally speechless because he’s thinking DAMN why don’t girls wear ties and tuxes more often

Kise: 

  • Kise starts flirting with his own girlfriend because she looks so good??
  • He teasingly plays with her tie (even at inappropriate times)
  • Gushes over his s/o in public and is like “look how pretty she is!!!” but deep down kise just wants to take it all off and do the dirty deeds so badly
    • “hey ____-chan, we should play dress up more often. you know i have a lot of clothes in my closet.” 
Dress up - Request

Requested by anon:  can i have request where you’re dean’s daughter (5-7) and you ask him to play dress up with you?

Summary: After a hunt, the brothers go back home. Dean’s daughter, (Y/N) asks him to play dress up with her and he can’t say no.

Pairing: Father!Dean x Daughter!reader

Word count: 1,261

Warnings: None.

A/N: This was haaaaaard.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

“Daddy! Daddy!” The little girl called as Dean entered the bunker. Castiel and she were at the library, reading some of the few fairy tales the Men of Letters kept (for research of course). The angel had taken care of her while the brothers solved a case nearby.

The little girl was just five, but she was as clever as an older child and maybe even more. She memorized lore books like one memorizes their favourite song, and she was a real bad-ass that didn’t really feel frightened of monsters, for daddy would always keep her safe from them.

Dean ran to his daughter at the same time she jumped from Cas’ lap. They found each other very close to the stair case and melted into a loving hug. He had only been away for a week, but being so far away from his daughter made him feel like a day was ages.

“I miss you.” She mumbled, hiding her tiny face on the sweaty crook of his neck.

“I miss you too, (Y/N/N).” Dean replied. Sam and Cas stared at the scene lovingly from afar.

“Daddy!” She giggled, “I’m an old girl now, you have to call me by my full name.”

“Okay,” Dean smiled, and the girl pulled away to meet face to face with her father, “(Y/N) Winchester, I missed you.”

Another giggle left her lips and her chubby cheeks blushed. Dean fell in awe with his daughter, her innocence and her happiness in spite of the life she lived – the same life Dean grew up with, but not quite as traumatic for Dean knew better than his own father.

“Isn’t there going to be a hug for Uncle Sam?” Sam inquired, approaching the pair. The girl squealed and extended her arms for Sam to carry her.

After those minutes of rejoice and a meal prepared by Castiel – who had learned how to cook basic plates in order to babysit (Y/N) – Sam went to his room, Castiel went back to the library and Dean accompanied his daughter to that tiny bedroom beside his that they had adapted for her.

In spite of the military essence the whole bunker expelled, the cartoon bed-sheets and the bunch of Barbie dolls spread on the floor made it clear that a little girl slept there.

“Uncle Cas didn’t ask you to pick up, huh?” Dean muttered as he picked the dolls with each step he gave.

“Nope.” She shook her head nonchalantly.

Dean flopped on her bed, feeling the relief of the soft mattress. It had been an awfully rough hunt, and he was tired and bruised – although he wouldn’t admit it to his daughter – and he wanted to sleep for two days in a row.

(Y/N), on the other hand, craved to play with her dad. That’s why she walked confidently to her closet and opened the door to reveal lots of sparkling dresses Charlie, Kevin, Sam, Castiel, Jody and even Rowena had so kindly gifted her. Dean was the kind of dad to dress her girl like a tough kick-ass huntress, and he didn’t understand why a girl in such life would need princess dresses, but he didn’t complain when everyone else gave those ones to her.

“Daddy?” She inquired, looking back at her bed. Dean had his eyes shut, and he barely flinched at her voice.

“Hmm?”

“Can we play dress up?” Dean left a heavy sigh out, but he didn’t refuse; (Y/N) had a power over him nobody else had, and he couldn’t say no to her.

He stood up tiredly and walked towards her, sitting at the floor, right by her side. “What will we be today?”

“I was thinking we could be British fairies drinking tea.” She offered.

“You know fairies drink cream, not tea, right?” Dean mocked her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and smiled at him.

“Of course I do.” She said, “But… The fairies in fairy tales aren’t that bad.”

“British fairies it is.”

-

“More tea, Mrs. Lollypopsprinkles?” (Y/N) asked in a fake British accent.  She was using her fairy wings, along with a hat that she felt look too British not to be British – when in reality it was a hand knitted beanie with a daisy pin – and one of her sparkling dresses.

“That would be lovely, thank you Miss Flowerbloomingelephant.” Dean replied with a perfect British accent.

They were at the bed, using a pillow as a table. (Y/N) grabbed the plastic teapot from the middle of the pillow and pretended to serve tea in Dean’s cup, unbalancing the whole tea set a little, but not enough for it to fall.

Dean had another knitted beanie, which of course looked more like a kippah on him, and a pink blanket over his shoulders to pretend a dress. (Y/N) stared at him as he took the recently served tea cup and pretended to drink it.

“You look so pale, Mrs. Lollypopsprinkles.” She observed.

“The cold weather, perhaps.” Dean replied, “The meadow had never faced a winter as cold as this.”

“I beg to differ.” Dean squinted at her word choice but didn’t go out of character. It was usual for (Y/N) to learn new words and expressions, for she read loads of grown up books. “I believe it’s a lack of colour.”

Dean knew where she was going.

He nodded and leaned back on the rest of the pillows left. (Y/N) chuckled, she always got what she wanted, and jumped out of bed to look for her make up bag without caring that the tea set had fallen off the pillow.

She grabbed the tiny pink bag and got back up. She opened it and took a small lipstick out.

“Pucker up.” She commanded and Dean did so, without worrying if he looked ridiculous.

It was a bubble gum pink lipstick, very creamy. But Dean allowed her to paint his usually pink lips and even outline them. Then, she took out a butterfly-shaped eyeshadow kit from which she picked lavender purple that was soon spread from his lash line to his eyebrows. Then, she took out the blush and spread it in a circle shaped across his defined cheekbones. She also added a few lines and dot here and there to make him look more fairies like.

“Now you don’t look pale.”  She giggled. Dean smiled foolishly at her to make her laugh – which she did.

“But you do look pale.” He commented.

(Y/N) extended the bag to him and Dean proceeded to paint her. He wasn’t a professional but he had seen so many women all over the years re-applying their makeup that it wasn’t that hard to get his daughter to look like a gorgeous fairy.

Pale pink lips, pink eyeshadow and a slight blush as well as glitter at her temples and a tiny heart drawn with a red lipstick at one of her cheeks. She was lovely.

(Y/N) took a tiny plastic mirror from her night table and stared at her reflection. “It’s so pretty!” She squealed and threw herself to her father’s arms. Dean received her into a warm hug. “Thank you, daddy.”

-

“Hey, Dean, I…” Sam stopped mid-sentence. He had his laptop in one hand and the door knob in the other. Dean and (Y/N) were still drinking imaginary tea  with their makeup on. “What are you doing?”

“Tea party.” (Y/N) replied.

“Can I play?” Sam inquired. (Y/N) and Dean shared a compliance look.

“You’ll need some colour, though.” Dean joked.

“I can handle that.” Sam was quick to respond.

“Then you’re welcome, Mrs. Hollymollymoose.”


*Requests are ALWAYS open.*

Tags: @deanwssister @coffeebreakandwinchesters

e)(o  Halloween AU

A/N: I wote this because I’m a hoe for Halloween and supernatural stuff and I hope everyone likes it! I actually came up with a lot of ideas whilst writing this, so if anyone is interested in me continuing this as a series please tell me! x

Summary: See what happens when EXO as supernatural creatures meet in a secret lounge on Halloween (sorry this is a shitty summary I didn’t know what to write lol)

warnings: blood, gore, death, mentions of sex (literally pure sin)

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My 6 inch heels clacked on the empty pavement as I strut down the lonely, narrow street. What would be painful for normal human kind felt numb to me. I’d worn these shoes for the past years, never taking them off for longer than a few hours. The moon lit up the night, almost too bright for someone of my kind. The pathetic young man’s desperate cry was still present in my head.

„Please don’t kill me,“ he had begged. And then I remember my breathy laugh as his blood was dripping down my chin and onto my chest. My previously red dress now had a deep, blood red stain on its front. The smell lingered in my nose, but sadly it would soon be gone. I licked around my lips, trying to get every last drop of the sweet, red liquid I lived on. From around the corner I could hear children’s excited shouts and squeals as they went from house to house, asking for candy. It’s funny, really. Don’t adults always tell their kids not to take candy from strangers? Halloween had always been obscure to me, back in my days we didn’t celebrate it. Not the way they do now. It’s not about scaring ghosts and evil creatures away no more. It’s about parties and dressing up and candy. Oh how I hate the word candy. Although scaring us creatures of the night away had never worked anyways. We’ll always find our way back to you, you just wait, humans.

There they came. A little girl, dressed as a princess with bright hair and a blue dress bounced past me, her eyes following my figure just shortly, as she was fixed on the next house she would knock on. Silly, silly little girl. Who knows what would await her behind the door? I could think of a few things. The next group of kids I passed seemed to give me more attention. A girl dressed as a cowgirl stared at the red stains on my skin as if she was possessed. I chuckled and fastened my steps. From afar I could make out the music playing in my favorite club. Not that vampires go to clubs, no way, the music is deafeningly loud for us. But this club is different. Out the backdoor of it, that’s where I was really headed. I slowly got sick of walking and started running. Given human speed, it would’ve taken me another 20 minutes to reach my destination. Now it took me less than one. Fake spider webs and skeletons were hanging on the front wall of the building, attracting young people just like death attracted demons. The bouncer stared at my chest, I wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that my boobs looked great tonight or if it was the blood, but I didn’t mind. One sweet smile in his direction and he let me in, hypnotized by my spell.

“Thank you,” I coaxed, my voice dripping like honey as I ran my nails along his neck. The lively pulse underneath his skin captured my senses for a second. The guy was lucky I had just fed. The music that could even be harmful to humans felt like hammers pounding against my eardrums. Yet I enjoyed the scene in front of me. Drunk, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other on the dance floor, vibrating vivacity lingering in the air. I often wondered what being alive felt like, since I had no memory left of it. A young woman smiled in my direction, complementing my ‘costume’ with her eyes. Silly, silly girl. I smiled back, flashing my sharp teeth at her, at which she seemed to light up even more. If only she knew. But she didn’t, and because it was Halloween, no one did. Halloween was the one and only night monsters could freely walk among humans, not having to worry about showing too much of themselves, because nowadays costumes got more and more realistic. Silly humans, can’t tell tomato sauce from their own kind’s blood. My eyes fixed on the black door with the small 'private’ sign on it. The strong smell of death crept into my nose the second I had entered the lounge. It was a stone old room without windows. Red satin sofas lined the walls, at the back of the room was a bar, held in dark wood. Old lamps spent sparse, pale light, but not that I needed it anyway. The dark ceiling had cracks in it, here and there was a dried splash of what could’ve only been blood. It was fairly quiet, my steps drawing attention to my figure walking through the room, familiar faces looking my way as I smirked at them, heading straight for the bar. Chanyeol’s red hair was the first thing I noticed about him, and as the demon turned my way I stared into his fully jet black eyes. Underneath his half-opened black shirt I could make out scars from years ago, as well as some new ones.

“Ah, I love Halloween,” I sighed, leaning against the frame of the bar, letting my eyes run over the few visitors that were in the lounge. All of them frequenters, just like me. It was too early for a lot of guests to be here already, but I liked being early. It’s not like I had any duties. In the corner of the room I spotted Xiumin and Chen, sitting comfortably by a table across from each other. Xiumin’s green hair wasn’t what made him special. It sure drew attention to him, but not nearly as much as his cat pupils did. He wore a silver leather jacket and black skinny pants. For some reason warlocks always seemed to adapt to the current fashion perfectly. Being around 350 years old, he didn’t mind people staring at his special eyes anymore. And neither did his best friend, and by best I mean only friend who was still alive. Other than Xiumin, who simply had different kind of eyes, Chen had a third eye on his forehead. There was no way he could ever explain that to human kind, but he didn’t need to. His abilities allowed him to make the eye disappear with the snap of two fingers whenever he went outside. He gave me a quick wave when he noticed my look on him, and I returned it. Behind me, Chanyeol cleared his throat.

“You got blood?” I asked, now spinning around to look at the only demon I knew personally and didn’t feel the deep desire to kill.

“Other than the blood that’s in my veins, I don’t,” he replied, making me huff.

“Stop acting as if you’re more human than I am, black eye,” I said, making him chuckle. When he sent me an apologetic look, I shrugged and made my way over to the wall-length mirror in the corner of the room. No one knows how long he’s been there, but the dreamy boy with the white clothes and black ruffled hair always made my day better. I jumped when a black snake suddenly crawled out from underneath a table, raised in front of me and hissed dangerously. I felt the urge to kick it, but I wasn’t in the mood for a bar fight, so I simply raised my voice.

“Who’s missing a black, very pesky snake?”

Seconds later Xiumin knelt in front of me, picking the animal up and hanging it around his neck like a piece of jewelery. Its tongue moved in and out of its mouth as it relaxed at the smell of its owner.

“I apologize for his behavior, he is not usually like this,” Xiumin said, smiling at me in repentance. Having a warlock as powerful as Xiumin apologize to you for a such thing was definitely not a downside, so I decided to accept his excuse and smiled back at my friend. His pupils were big due to the darkness, but they still kept the cat-like shape I had gotten used to long ago. As he walked away I continued my way through the labyrinth of tables, over to the mirror. All I gazed at was my own reflection. I waited a few seconds, knowing Yixing it would take him a few moments to notice me, so I leaned against a pillar behind me. For the second time this night I got startled, my annoyance rising as Kai’s fluffy haired head peeked out from behind, or rather through the mirror.

“Goddamn Kai! How many times have I told you to stop doing that?” I complained.

“Exactly 42 times that is, m'lady,” he spoke, sitting down on the floor in a cross-legged position. He’d never told me how he died, I assume he didn’t remember himself, but his clothes looked like they were from another century and the way the ghost spoke was only slowly adapting to the 21st century slang.

“Hello,” Lay’s soft voice spoke as he appeared in the mirror next to me. I watched him hug me, but all I felt was a gentle breeze of air coming my way. Both Xiumin and Chen had wasted entire nights trying to get him out of the mirror, but nothing seemed to work, and there he was, stuck inside his little world that was whatever was behind the dirty glass. I smiled at him gently.

“You know, they’ll catch you one day if you walk around with all that blood on you,” he worried, gazing at my dress.

“That gent is right, m'lady!” Kai spoke, looking up at me innocently.

“Don’t worry, it’s Halloween,” I explained. “No one suspects anything on Halloween.”

“Oooh Halloween,” Lay swooned. “I miss Halloween…”

I had never felt protective of anyone, not before I had encountered the dreamy, messy haired Yixing inside the mirror, and even to the 'I-take-everything-you-say-literally’ – Kai I felt a little like a mother.

“Thy evening shall be hallowed, then!” he exclaimed and with another quick move he was gone. Through the ceiling. Yixing tried to follow him with his eyes, but he only had so much room to look from where he was captured.

“Do you remember Halloween?” I asked him.

“When I was little I dressed up as a bunny and we played the game with the apples…,” he said. His voice always sounded as if he was deep in thoughts, somewhere completely else, but somehow still here. “If you excuse me.”

And then, before I could say anything else, he disappeared as well. Just on time, because that’s when I smelled it. Blood. Flesh. My nose held high, I strut down the room, stopping at the table Kyungsoo sat at. You see, zombies aren’t the way people portray them to be in the movies. They’re not stupid, they can in fact speak very normally and they’re not thinking about eating brains all day long. Although it probably was what Kyungsoo was thinking about at that moment. I’d seen him around a few times, seen him feed a few times. And let me tell you, if one says vampires are messy eaters they haven’t seen a zombie eat. The pieces spread out in front of him I could only identify as parts of a brain, still covered in delicious smelling blood that made my insides tingle.

“You mind sharing?” I swiftly asked, but quickly moved backwards when he growled at me threateningly. From previous experience I knew that zombies weren’t to mess with, not even if you are a vampire. Once your brain’s gone, your immortality is as well, so I slowly walked away, slightly annoyed that I didn’t get any of the blood when the smell was still blinding all my senses. That changed quickly as I roamed the room with my eyes once more. I grinned when I spotted Sehun next to Baekhyun, sitting on a sofa, their feet on the small table in front of them. I could see the little drips of blood on Sehun’s skin from afar.

“You got a lil something there,” I said, confident his vampire hearing was good enough to understand me while I pointed at my neck, showing him the spot I was talking about.

“Wanna lick it off?” he replied, smirking at me from across the room. I debated whether to go over for a second, but when I recalled the countless hours I had spent with Baekyhun and Sehun, both being of my kind, remembering how they could make me feel, my vampire speed carried me onto Sehun’s lap in the blink of an eye. I didn’t say hi or greet them in any other way because I was too busy licking and kissing Sehun’s neck, tasting not only the blood but also his own taste. He always smelled like the woods, like nature. I assumed it was because that’s where he spent most of his time. Baekhyun, on the other hand, carried the scent of roses, which ignited my cells as he moved behind me and began planting kisses on my shoulder. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, allowing Sehun to bite along my front neck, where the young man’s blood still stuck to me like a precious perfume. From somewhere I could hear an indignant hem and voices. Slowly, I pushed the two men off me and met eyes with the black ones of Chanyeol. He was shaking his head in disgust.

“What is it with you vampires and having orgies wherever you go?” he questioned.

“Wanna join?” Baekhyun asked the demon, who he was surprisingly good friends with, smirking at me.

“Let the kids have some fun,” Chen threw in from across the room.

“Kids?” Sehun protested. “You’re not that much older than me!”

“Son, I’ve already drank with Shakespeare, don’t provoke me,” Chen spoke calmly. Sehun shut up at his words, but sent him a glare nonetheless. Suddenly, Baekhyun and Sehun both stared at me as the three of us listened closely. Somewhere outside the building we could hear howling.

“Werewolves,” I grumbled through gritted teeth. Chanyeol immediately shook his head in my direction. He was trying to remind me of what happened. Last week I’d had a fight in here, a couple tables got smashed and some of the blood spots on the ceiling might have been caused by me.

“What was I supposed to do? He threatened to hunt in my territory!” I defended myself, knowing what Chanyeol was thinking about.

“You could’ve solved your disagreements somewhere else than in my lounge,” he spoke calmly. I huffed and leaned back into the soft sofa, Sehun and Baekhyun on either side of me. “Don’t you dare start something like that again.”

“We’ll continue this later,” Baekhyun muttered under his breath, referring to the fact that we had just started making out a few minutes ago.

“Oh please, that’s what you call whispering? Even I heard that, and my ears are pretty much non existent,” Kyungsoo now threw in, making Sehun chuckle lightly. That moment the door on my left opened, and I could smell the dog before I had even taken a look at him. His name was Suho and he was the leader of the biggest pack of werewolves I’d ever encountered. But that didn’t intimidate me one bit. His leather jacket hugged his muscular body tightly as he coolly walked through the lounge. I snarled at him dangerously.

“Calm your tits, blood sucker,” he spit. “I’m just here to have a drink. Or a couple.”

My eyes followed his every move like a predator eying their prey, and so did Sehun and Baekhyun’s. Chanyeol handed him a drink, and in silence we watched him down one, two, three shots in a row. He only gave short answers when Chanyeol asked him what he was up to. When he ran his hand through his hair I only noticed how fed up he seemed. Then he pulled his phone from his pocket, checking the lit up screen.

“What did you say that was called?” Lay asked from his mirror in the corner, directing everyone’s eyes to his interested gaze. At his words, Suho smiled. That’s right, werewolves sometimes smile.

“It’s a smart phone,” he told the boy in the mirror, walking over to him. At that moment I was convinced: Only Lay could turn an alpha into a puppy.

“How can it be smart? It’s a metal box, isn’t it?” the black haired boy questioned, rubbing his head in confusion. Suho came closer, chuckling.

“Here, this is called taking a 'selfie’,” he said before holding up the phone so the camera pointed to the mirror where Lay stood. Sehun snorted in amusement next to me. After the short click the wolf checked the screen, but just as we all had expected, his face fell. Taking a photo of Lay was impossible, he simply didn’t show up on it. Meanwhile I was distracted by a very needy Baekhyun nibbling my neck, licking off the remaining blood, humming in content.

“Baek,” I whispered, signaling him to stop before someone would start complaining again.

“I’m so hungry,” he whined. “I hope some stupid human finds their way in here tonight, I’m dying of hunger.”

“Alloweth me to remindeth you that thou are already dead, sir,” Kai suddenly spoke, appearing from the ceiling. Baekhyun shot him an annoyed glance, but I grinned. That second the black door opens another time, and I am met with a familiar face. The girl who had smiled at me in the Club was looking inside, and I smiled innocently when I spied her. I could practically hear Sehun’s fangs grow bigger as the girl remembered my face and came inside. When she spotted the predatory way every single person in the room looked at her, it was already too late to turn around. And for once in this evening, all creatures in the room seemed to agree on something.

fashionable leash
  • Andrew: *pulls neil by his neck tie* i like this on you, it's like a fashionable leash
  • Neil: and you mock me for my neck fetish
  • Andrew: shut the fuck up. it just makes it easier for me to pull you back from shit you're gonna get into
  • Neil: yeah, sure...
  • Andrew: i swear to god josten, if you don't wipe that smug look on your face right now-
  • Neil: what? you gonna tie me up too?
  • Andrew: a tempting s that sounds, i'd rather have your mouth gagged so you can shut your mouth
  • Neil: is there anything else you're not telling me that you're actually into? because im telling you right now that i do not play dress up
  • Andrew: you little-
  • Renee: uhm, guys, we are kinda eating dinner in a 5 star restaurant and you're making nicky faint
  • could you please just, keep it down a bit?
  • Dan: Aaron! get your ass back here!
  • Allison: pay up Matt
  • Matt: dammit! oh shit.. is nicky ok...?
  • Coach: *sighs exasperatedly*
  • Kevin: *drunkenly sighs exasperatedly*