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moth-based-cryptology · 3 years

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First of all, before I share the headcannons, the thoughts you left on my own au mean so much to me. That really made my day yesterday. Thank you so much and you are overwhelmingly nice I really appreciate it :)

Okay now onto headcannons:

- Race has a second channel called "Ant-Man" (because get it Antonio and Ant- yeah I don't remember where the post this is from went) where he makes random videos. Like random website games and stuff. No I don't know where this thought came from but it just makes sense.

- I know we already established how they got engaged but if they didn't already get engaged, they would most likely be that couple to get engaged with a ring pop or something stupid.

- fanart wall. That's all I had to say for this one.

- On social media (excluding YouTube and twitch), their profile pictures are either art by a fan, the two of them together, or each other - the times they put it as a each other it's very annoying because "why are you each other's profile picture I keep messing you up" and "why do you keep doing this"

- If they're playing Minecraft, Race just always forgets to eat. There's always people (Albert included) yelling at him in the chat to eat. That's all

Okay that's it for now I should get back to babysitting.

any day hon 🙏 theyre really well done !! and as someone who appreciates all the love you give my stuff i had to share some of it cause you 100% deserve it <3

aight ✨let’s get into the boys✨

- his second channel IS called ant-man (i’ve seen this post and i have it somewhere i swear i just can’t find the screenshot or i would add in in here for context. it’s just a conversation between race and wiesel about wiesel not being able to call race anthony cause his name is antonio, so wiesel asks if he can call him ant-man and race goes “,,,,,i’ll allow it”) and albert has a very lowkey one called ‘deadpool’ that he doesn’t post on but he DOES comment with and that’s usually the account he comments under youtube edits/compilations of them with and race mentions it during one of their ‘reacting to edits/fan videos of us’ videos and suddenly everyone’s tweeting albert’s comments at them. race’s side channel is just gaming/skit bloopers and nonsense

- oh albert purposed to race when they were 19 in a denny’s parking lot at 4am drunk as fuck slightly tipsy and jack has a video of it he’s saving to play at their wedding during his speech ✨ race cried an equal amount as the time albert was ACTUALLY asking but in his defense he had drank way too much for a lightweight on a tuesday in july

- *meme point* mmhmm, yeeeeep. it’s the far wall with no couch or table or anything against it in their gaming room. literally floor to ceiling, wall to wall fan art. stuff from their P.O. box, conventions, meet and greets, what have you, it’s ALL up there. they also have some up in other rooms of the house (the really really ornate ones on canvases and stuff) but almost all of it is up in the gaming room.

- oh fs ! albert’s twitter is a meme of race and race’s is a meme of albert, just to confuse people. race’s instagram is one of the two of them and albert’s is fanart someone made for him that he got permission to put up and he has them linked in his bio (even though he wasn’t asked to, he did it just because he wanted to) race’s tiktok is fanart of him (with the artist linked in his bio and like,,, half his comment sections) and albert’s is bibble from the barbie fairytopia movies (this sounds really out of pocket but i promise it’s like,,,, a think on tiktok) that’s all the socials i can think of rn but their youtube and twitch pfps are the official art they both commissioned for their channels originally (although that artist is linked everywhere too, cause it’s literally jack dhshdhd) fans yell at them constantly cause they change it constantly and they tag the wrong accounts fairly often

- this is the only one i slightly disagree with, actually. albert is the one that gets really invested in games and forgets to eat, race is always having to pause his and go make/order food and force al to eat or drink water. race doesn’t get as hyper focused on gaming as al does, he’s more likely to forget to eat if he’s editing for a stream. then al or chat has to yell at him to remember to be a people and eat. al is just generally dismissive of his human needs though, he’ll also just,,,,,, not sleep cause he wants to stream so race has to keep his boy alive some times.

this is from ✨hours ago✨ cause i’m a heathen and take forever to respond but i hope babysitting went well !!! or,,, at least no small children were harmed in the writing of this post. that’s the bar, apparently 😆

thank you for the ask, my dear !!! i really appreciate it :) <3

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nicolesangel · 6 years

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break me down (and build me up again)

pairing: janis x fem!reader

summary: After Cady brings her new friends home for the first time, you and Janis immediately click. And when Cady turns plastic, you both have a hard time staying faithful to her.

prompt: Hey! Could you maybe write janis x reader who is cadys or damians lil sister or something?

word count: 1451

author’s note: i do say the q-slur, for anyone who may be offended (though i don’t personally think of it as a slur). also there’s some cussing because i couldn’t not, i’m (not) sorry. this takes place during the canon, showing how the reader (+ janis) reacts to cady turning into a plastic so a few tiny details were changed to better fit the story. also i 100% did not read this over so if there are errors please don’t come for me

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The first time Janis and Damian went over to Cady’s house, they did not expect to see a younger girl sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and a laptop on her lap.

“Oh right, guys, meet my sister, Y/N.” You turned around, shyly smiling and waved at the two newcomers. Cady filled them in on everything; you were a year younger than Cady (although people would swear that you were twins, even though you hardly looked alike) but you were still being homeschooled.

At one point, you and Janis somehow ended up in a room alone together. You began talking and found that you surprisingly have a lot in common. You both enjoy art and you like some of the same bands and authors. And you were both queer. The two of you clicked immediately and despite not really seeing each other, you exchanged numbers and began talking more.

After about a month of getting to know each other and completely falling for the other girl, Janis asks you out on a date. And of course, you couldn’t pass it up. Janis learned that you absolutely missed spending nights watching the sunset and staring up at the stars, so that’s exactly what you did.

Janis took you to a nearby park that sat up on a hill, giving a perfect view of the setting sun on the horizon, the sky painted in pink and purple hues. The two of you sat in the grass, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, your head on her shoulder as the sun went down and the stars lit up the sky. You spent the night recounting stories of your life in Africa and stargazing, a shy smile never leaving Janis’s face.

After that, the two of you kept going on dates, but Cady didn’t know. You were too scared to tell her that you were dating her best friend and it became scarier as she turned into a whole other person.

Cady began dressing differently and began coating her face in layers on layers of makeup and acted completely different. The Cady you once knew was no longer there; your sister had become the physical embodiment of a Barbie doll. And at first you thought maybe your Cady was still there, the kind, good-natured jungle kid with a heart of gold was hidden underneath the plastic shell, but there was no trace of her left.

It upset you more than anything. You didn’t know what could have caused your sister to change into some kind of monster. And Janis saw the way it was making you feel, and the way it was making her feel, so when you didn’t feel like facing Cady, you spent the night with Janis, huddled beneath a blanket, watching a movie from the 80’s while eating buttloads of candy. It made you feel better, but there was still an underlying feeling of anxiety that you couldn’t shake. You didn’t want to lose your sister.

When Cady convinced your parents to let you stay back home while they went away so that you two could go to Janis’s art show, you were so happy. But when Cady didn’t show up at the art show like she had promised Janis, you knew she was up to something. So you, Janis, and Damian went to take you home only to find your house booming with energy.

You were devastated. Your sister blew you and her best friends off to get drunk and destroy the house with a bunch of jerks she probably didn’t know. As if on cue, Cady stumbled out the front door, chasing after a taller brunette, a red cup in her right hand and a low-cut, slutty dress falling off her body. And then she spotted you guys.

“Cady,” you yell, “what the hell! I can’t believe you would betray me like this!”

“Y/N, I can explain-”

“No,” Janis cuts her off. “Don’t even try to come up with some dumb excuse. I can’t believe I ever trusted you.”

“Guys!” Damian complains, “we really can’t be doing this, I have a curfew!”

Janis turns back for a moment, glaring at Damian before looking back at Cady like she could set the world on fire just by thinking it. “You could’ve told us, hell, you could have invited us!-”

“Janis, I’m supposed to act like I don’t know you, remember?”

“Cady, that’s fucking bullshit.”

“And I’m your sister! You fucking neglected to tell me that you were having a party at our house, it’s kind of important to let me in on this stuff.” Anger was coursing through your veins, your hands in fists with your nails digging into your palms

“This is your house, Cady! You could have invited whoever you wanted, you could’ve literally changed how the world works-”

“You guys wouldn’t even like this party..” Cady’s arms were crossed but her head was down, hanging in what you assumed to be guilt, but you were having none of it.

“Why? Because you were having an amazing time with your amazing friends?” If looks could kill, Janis would’ve had Cady obliterated in seconds.

“Janis, I can’t spend every second with you! It’s not my fault you’re like in love with me or something!” At that moment, it’s like the rest of the world had fallen away and it was just the three of you standing on an empty plane. All of the color drained from Janis’s face except for the bright red of her cheeks, her eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed.

“See- that’s the thing with you plastics; you think everybody loves you when actually, everybody hates you. Even your own sister isn’t putting up with this shit.”

“You made me like this! It was your idea for me to pretend to be plastic!” Cady looked over at you, confusion all over her face, looking for support but you simply looked to the ground.

“Pretend?” Janis let a cackle slip by before going hard. “This isn’t pretend, you’re cold, shiny, hard plastic. You think you could fool us? None of us are playing your games anymore, Cady. You’re on your own. Oh, and here,” Janis threw a painting of herself, Damian, and Cady at the other girl. “you can have this. It won a prize.”

“Janis, I-”

“No, it’s fine, have fun with your awesome friends, we’re leaving now.”

As you three pulled away, you looked back at your sister one last time. “You know, I’m not quite sure where my sister went, because she sure hasn’t been here for a while now. It’d be nice if you could find her and bring her back because I sure as hell don’t like whoever replaced her.”

That night, you three spent the night at Damian’s house where sleep was an object of fantasy. Janis had wrapped you in her arms as you let silent tears fall from your eyes, Janis swiping her thumb across your cheeks to wipe them away. The three of you spent the night venting, simply letting the feelings pour out of you. There was going to be a lot of healing and repairing to do.

After that night and the Burn Book incident (Janis filled you in on the details), your Cady began to come back. She had the three of you meet with her and she apologized multiple times, promising that she regretted everything she did and was willing to do anything to make it up to you guys. So you took her apology and hugged her, whispering, “I don’t know everything that caused this, but I’m glad you’re willing to make up for your mistakes. That’s the Cady I’ve known all my life.”

Over that summer, you and Janis spent a huge amount of time together; she even convinced you to come to public school for your last two years of school (she simply wanted an excuse to see you more). And you also told Cady about your relationship and she was nothing but supportive about it, glad to see that her best friend was treating you well and making you so, so happy.

On your first day of school, you walked in with your hand is Janis’s and a smile on your face. She led you around, taking you to each of your classes. You didn’t care if people were saying stuff about it because, after everything you had gone through in the last year, you were just glad to have a couple of friends and an amazing girlfriend to walk through the new terrain with. It was going to be tough, but with Janis (and Cady!) by your side, you knew it was going to be a great journey.

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(semi-random) tags: @and-damian-too @barrett-w-weed @janisjeanjacket @palacesouttaparagraphs @janisrevengeparty @we-are-the-kings-and-the-queens @sarkisssian // let me know if you want to be tagged in future fics of mine!

#mean girls broadway #mean girls #mean girls bway #mean girls imagine #janis ian x reader #janis sarkisian x reader #janis x reader #janis ian #janis sarkisian #cady heron #fanfic #mean girls fanfic #fanfiction #imagine

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bananashemmo · 6 years

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When We Collide (Part 49)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Masterlist: Here

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand

When We Collide on Wattpad

“Can this car drive any faster?” Luke asked in clear desperation, trying to look over the front seats to see where the direction was going.

“This is a Porsche, Luke! It’s not supposed to drive fast it’s supposed to be seen and not heard! I mean come on, you think I’d like to scratch a thing on this baby?” Michael asked from the steering wheel, hands tight on the roar with focused eyes on the dark road.

“You literally just drove it into a garbage can. You’re afraid of scratching it now?” Calum almost had to hold in the question but it was lingering on his tongue and came out as vomit.

You sat in the middle of everything just trying not to rip someone’s head up with the pain that was going up your thighs and back.

“Michael it’s either pressing on the speeder or blood stains along in your car and a little baby being born.” In your mind it was supposed to be said as nicely as possible but as it came out you sounded like a raging woman.

All eight eyes landed on you just for a short second to take in what you had just said from the top of your lunges.

“I think that’s enough convincing. She’s a ticking bomb.” Michael mumbled the last part to himself and pressed as harshly as he dared to on the speeder, feeling how everyone fell back in the seats.

“How far is the closest hospital?” He asked and looked into the back mirror to see if someone reacted.

“I don’t know...” You mumbled and looked up at Luke confused, “I have no idea where in New York we are right now.”

“Nearest hospital is five miles away.” Ashton was the one to react from your left, already having his phone in his hand and preparing the google maps for some directions.

“Perfect, we’ll take it.” Michael nodded his head and blinked the car to turn to the right towards the motor way.

“No, wait!” Calum suddenly exclaimed and grabbed the steering wheel from his right side in the passenger.

“Break!”

Even if Michael felt so pressured to drive to the hospital he still decided to hit the break harshly and parked to the right. It was a good thing it was in the middle of the night because otherwise you would have caused some traffic.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked and almost loosened his seatbelt to lean forward and knock Michael’s and Calum’s heads into the front window.

“There!” Calum pointed, waiting for everyone to see and it was hard in the darkness.

You squeezed your eyes tight and looked towards the direction his tattooed hand was pointing. It was hard to tell at first but when your eyes adjusted to the right you were able to see a car holding on the side street a few meters away.

“I know that car.” Calum fell back into his seat and ran a hand through his curly locks.

“I do too.” Luke folded lips together and you looked up at him. Something was special about that car and with minds pulled together they could combine who it was owned by.

“It was the one holding in front of the abandoned house.” Ashton caught up as well, they didn’t expect Michael would put the pieces together.

“It’s Holly’s car.” Michael said just as gloomy as the rest of the boys as if it was a scene cut out from a movie. He was really acting into the role of someone on the hunt of suspects.

The police is on the wrong track.” Ashton grabbed his phone and dialed the number, “They headed south and this is east. They won’t be able to find them if they continue to go the wrong path.”

“Wait,” Calum said once again, thinking a step forward, “We can’t call the police they will suspect them right away. We need to lead them up to a corner before doing anything because otherwise they will just a lost course.”

They all looked at each other knowing what needed to happen. But it was all torn by the heavy breathing you sitting in the middle of everything and feeling all pressure on you.

You looked up at Ashton, then towards Michael and afterwards Calum and Luke.

“I can hold her in.” You took a deep breath through your nose and blew it out of your mouth.

“Let’s go get that son of a Barbie bitch.”

With no hesitation Michael did the most logical thing do to and started to follow Holly’s car. With better sight and being right behind them as they started to drive you could tell all four of them were inside of it.

“Don’t get too close.” Calum instructed and almost wanted to grab the steering wheel to make sure Michael wouldn’t make a mistake.

“Don’t worry.” Michael said back and squeezed his eyes to focus better, “I’ve written more movies about this than you can imagine. Never get too close and never get too far away. Always play in the middle.”

Calum was almost pushed back into his seat as this was Michael’s moment and he didn’t want to ruin anything about it.

“Where are they heading?” Ashton scratched his stubble and moved his head to the side, almost blocking your view of the window.

Not that you felt the need to look out, you mostly had your eyes closed to try hold everything in. If it was needed you didn’t even care if you had to give birth to this car, you knew when the time was there you weren’t able to hold back.

You just needed a little bit of time just yet.

“Probably Mexico.” Calum half joked, half being serious, “With the crime they’ve committed there is no sure they are trying to get out of it the best they possibly could.”

“Aren’t they able to see us from here? I mean we’re practically staring into their car?” Luke was the first one to ask the question you had been thinking about for quite a while now.

“No, it’s completely dark they aren’t able to see anything.” Calum responded, but his eyes widened when movements happened in Holly’s car.

They weren’t able to see what was going on but suddenly the window to the right side was rolled down and Travis stuck his head outside with his long slim body as far as he could.

“Duck, he’s gotten a flashlight!” Calum exclaimed, feeling fooled and hurriedly pushed his head down below the gloves department.

You barely heard what was being said but Luke helped the best he could to make sure you weren’t visible in the car.

“I can’t hide myself I need to see where I’m driving.” Michael was half apologizing half feeling frustrated because this wasn’t how he wanted it to be.

The only thing that was helping him was the fact there were no street lamps. Nothing to show his face besides the weak lamp that Travis was holding sincerely wishing that he could spoil who was in the car.

He turned off the flashlight quickly and yelled something unknown as he leaned back into his seat again in the car.

None of you had heard what he said but it was clear they had noticed you from far. Suddenly the gas was turned up and Michael had to make a movement in his seat to catch up.

“Car race? I’m fucking in.” He almost spat against the window and pressed as harshly as he possibly could to catch up with where Holly was going.

“Are they trying to get away from us or leading us in the wrong direction?” Ashton questioned, more to himself than the rest of you and held tightly onto the seat in front of him.

If it wasn’t for you sitting in the middle between two large guys you would have been rushed back and forth with how fast it was going.

“I think they are doing both. But I love some action in my life.” Michael responded and grabbed the steering wheel harshly to take the turn Holly also did.

You had no idea if it was Holly driving the car or actually Peter. It was hard to tell because of the darkness but with he or she’s lazy driving and taking turns like they didn’t need 40 kilometers per hour.

“Do they honestly believe they can escape from this? They must be bloody stupid.” Luke shook his head in disbelief.

Of course he didn’t believe Holly would have the mind to do it, she was the queen of doing spontaneous actions but Peter did have some qualities in his mind. He should have been the one to know they couldn’t get out of this without getting caught.

“Why do they want your diamonds? I don’t understand.” You breathed through your nose once again to block in the contraction that hit through your body.

“They wanted them because they thought it was the most expensive thing I had in my life.” Luke explained while still having his eyes on the road.

“But what they realized afterwards was that the diamonds didn’t mean as much to me as you did.” His eyes changed from glancing at the road and down to you, “That’s the reason why they took you. Because they wanted revenge for not following the contract and because I didn’t kept the secret that I was supposed to.”

You looked up at him with blank eyes and for a second you almost couldn’t feel the pain going through your body. It was numb just for once in a second.

“Aw, that’s brilliant!” Michael said from the front and you all looked at him at once.

“Perfect lines for my next movie! You guys inspire me so much.”

You didn’t know whether you wanted to roll your eyes or laugh at the same time. Michael’s comments had become so normal that the usual thing would just be to ignore it or let it pass my.

“Holy shit.” Calum commented when Michael hadn’t noticed the roadwork right in front of you.

The bridge that led over the large lake had been shut down for cars, not allowing people to pass over in case of falling into a deep whole of water. So many orange colors were there for cars to notice but it didn’t seem as something Holly had noticed.

“Stop the car.” Calum exclaimed and watched as Michael focused back on the road and harshly pressed his foot on the break.

Holly’s car had already noticed and took the turn to the right, right into the woods. It wasn’t a place where you were able to drive and they were quick to open the doors and get out.

“We can’t let them go now.” Calum looked over his shoulder and gave Ashton a nod.

“We can’t go with you.” Luke looked back at Calum and they were quick to think about the solutions to what was going to happen.

“Michael, you are going to stay with them and drive to the hospital. Don’t take any hesitations and if you’re caught by the police by driving too fast explain what is happening and that you’ve gotten acceptance from Ashton Irwin and I.” Calum explained and shut the door, waiting for Michael to roll down the window from where Calum had been sitting before.

“Ashton will go with me. We’ll catch them, we’re quicker at running and I don’t assume Holly can run far in her Go Go boots.”

Ashton nodded his head in agreement, looked down at you and gave a small luck.

“Good luck.” He whispered and grabbed your hand to put something into it.

You nodded your head and decided not to say anything. This was the best thing and the only thing you needed right now was just to press the baby out of your stomach and into your arms.

“Go get her.” Luke said as Ashton walked out of the door and hurried towards Calum to run into the woods after them.

“Ten minutes from here.” Michael said once he turned the car around and right back into the road to press harshly on the speeder and drive towards the hospital.

You watched as Luke leaned forward to explain where he was supposed to head, in that kind of speed the only thing Michael managed to do was to stay in the right side of the road without crashing into something.

You weren’t sure if you knew which hospital you were heading so instead you looked down at your hand to see what Ashton had given you.

It was a small piece of paper, not something you had seen before and with a very small font you read what was being said.

“Luke likes this.”

You furrowed your eyebrows confused not really understanding what it was. You flipped the side to see what was on the back page and it was the Elizabeth Arden logo.

You looked up at Luke confused but decided not to ask. He was too concentrated on getting to the right place and with that big of a speed you needed to be sure before taking turns.

The rest of the drive you could barely remember. It all just seemed like a blur but it was also because the pain had suddenly become reality.

It wasn’t until you were suddenly placed in a wheeling chair you came back into sense. The white colors from inside the hospital were almost blinding and you couldn’t really tell where your direction was going.

A nurse was standing beside you leading you towards a room while Luke walked by your side, trying to understand everything the nurse was explaining to him.

“Where did Michael go?” You asked Luke dizzily, looking up at him for an answer.

“He just went home to get our hospital bag.” He stroked your hair away from your burning forehead, “We kind of lost that in the trying to catch some enemies trip to the woods.”

You knew he was joking but right now you couldn’t take humoristic comments. All you needed was to get in a bed and seriously wishing something better would happen.

The whiteness almost blinding your eyes didn’t get any better when you were driven into a room. It was just as light as before if not worse and lamps burning from the ceiling wasn’t helping on the situation.

“If you can stand up and take a seat on the bed Y/N we will find some comforting clothes for you.” The nurse instructed, being called Nane and pointed towards the bed just to help you out.

“Thank you so much.” You mumbled and ran a hand towards your stomach before getting the help from Luke to stand up from your wheeling chair and onto the bed instead.

“We’ve called your midwife and she will be here as soon as possible. It’s a good thing about the New York hospitals, we help where we are able to.” She explained and found a few equipment to figure out what was going on inside of you.

Luke helped you the best he could when the nurse placed some fresh clothes onto your bed.

It wasn’t easy getting into with the pain you had but getting your pants off was the best feeling you had felt in a long time. But it was soon replaced with the sharp feeling coming from your stomach.

“Can’t I just push her out right now? I’ve got everything I need don’t I?” You knew the question was going to be a big fat no but you sincerely wished something else would be answered.

“As far as I’ve concerned you’re not dilated enough, Y/N.” The nurse had a sad look on her face but you barely wanted to look at her.

You decided not to answer but took a moment to just breath in as far in your stomach as you possibly could. It was what you were taught at the classes you took, and it was the only thing you needed right now.

The room you were put into was actually large. It had its own bathroom but also a kitchen. A few plants were standing out with green colors contrasting the white. It also had a large window that showed the many city lights from New York.

But there wasn’t time for enjoying the view. You could barely focus on anything else but that was when a comforting hand came to yours.

Luke was sitting with a nervous look on his face but he held it all in. All the confusion and panic he normally would have worn on his shoulders were packed away.

He just looked at you in comfort waiting for all of this to get over.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, both because you were exhausted but also because you didn’t want the nurse to know.

Luke furrowed his eyebrows by your words and shifted in his seat to look at you better.

“Why not?” He asked and decided to stroke your hair again with the free hand he had.

By his question you went silent. You had no idea what to respond because in the end it was a good question. What did you fear? What were you afraid of? Was it everything at once or just the fact that you didn’t believe you could actually become a great mother.

“You can’t do this.” He grabbed you away from your thoughts and this time you furrowed his eyebrows.

“We will do this. Together.” He grabbed your other hand after stroking your hair again and showed you, with all his warmness that it was what he truly believed.

You blinked twice, trying to not look like the complete mess that you felt and watched him just smile a little bit. But it was all the truth. He was speaking from the heart.

“You just have to get through this little thing...” He stroked your hand this time with his thumb and looked down at your hands.

“And what’s that?” You whispered and looked at him with a quivered an eyebrow.

“Pressing a baby out.” He tried to say it as causal as he possibly could but it was with a grimace and you took in a deep breath preparing for what was going to happen.

“It’s not such a small thing for the matter.” Nane turned around to look at you after checking a few journals about your pregnancy history.

“But it is in fact the most beautiful thing in the world.” She sat in front of you with a small smile and started to do the usual checks.

It was crazy to think this would be the last time you would be resting in this bed, the last time you would be walking around with this large belly. No more checkups and no more ultra-scans.

“You’re seven centimeters so we aren’t far away from the final. I understand your struggles and pain now.” She explained after giving it a check and rolled her chair away from you to give some privacy.

“Well that explains the groans from the car. I honestly believed you would press her out right on the leather seats.” Luke ran a hand through his hair, he could feel sweat starting to form.

“Do you think they’ve caught them? Do you think they are okay?” You asked, referring to Ashton and Calum.

You didn’t know if they would call Luke or not if they managed to get them. You just wished the best, they had risked their lives just to save your ass.

“I believe they are doing their utter best to make sure Holly is getting caught along with Peter. I don’t believe someone would let them stay outside with what they have done to you without getting caught. I don’t want my child to be born in a world where I’m going to fear someone is planning to kidnap her. I don’t want that to happen. It was hard enough it happened to you.”

So many words were being said at once Luke wasn’t sure if you heard anything but it was important to let you hear. You needed to feel as comfortable as you possibly could.

You quietly looked at him as your breathing had become uneven, watching him make a small nod in confirm that it was fully the truth.

You both looked towards the door as it opened and a panting Dr. Sullivan came into the room with her dark red hair bouncing.

“I got the phone call.” She smiled at the nurse and took her place by sitting on the rolling chair and drove it in front of your bed.

“So, it’s the final I’m going to be a part of.” She smiled just so carefully when she watched how much in pain you were.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You will figure out soon how much it is worth it.”

You could have sworn it was just crap she was letting out but you had to believe what she was saying. She wouldn’t just fill you with bullshit but right now it all just sounded like crap to you.

“She’s seven and a half centimeters and close to the end. I’m not sure how far it will go from now but it won’t be long.” The nurse explained and showed your journal just to give a heads up what was going on.

“Oh, it’s a fast baby coming. I love rushed births, it puts happy faces quickly.” Dr. Sullivan grabbed her gloves and pulled them over her hands.

“What is a fast baby?” You panted, looking at Luke with a sweaty forehead and tired eyes. This was one contraction that literally stole your breath.

“That’s one coming in thirty minutes.” Dr. Sullivan responded and your eyes widened in surprise.

You didn’t expect she would be here this fast. In fact you just assumed it would take at least a day more, you had seen so many women waiting for days for their babies to come, trying to suffer through the horrible labor and contractions.

“I think that is manageable.” You mumbled and almost broke every bone in Luke’s hand because of how much pain you were going through.

But that was said very quickly from your lips.

Going through the pain was something you had never experienced before. Trying to hold everything in without being allowed to push wasn’t something you wanted to go through ever again.

Nothing was motivating you, you tried to think through it all the time but it was overwhelming you. You felt as if it was consuming you, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

No matter how many times Luke whispered that you were able to do it all you wanted was to sleep. You wanted this to be over with, you couldn’t see this being a beautiful birth because it felt as if it was draining you of everything you had.

All of these nine months had been the hardest of your whole life.

Never in your life had you been this exhausted. And you knew, 18 years from now it wouldn’t be anything else but sleepless nights and putting your life into someone else.

You barely heard the words but when Dr. Sullivan explained that the baby’s heart had dropped and you needed to push you did it like you were born to do so.

You pressed so hard it felt as if all the feelings came out at once. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry and at the same time you wanted to breathe but you couldn’t.

Giving life to someone else was an experience that honestly couldn’t be described. It was left with no words. It was like being reborn into someone else because your life was suddenly into someone else.

Your purpose of life would be changed.

And that was when it suddenly changed. The pain was gone.

So much sweat was on your forehead and your breathing was so loud it was the only thing you could hear in the room.

But then it came. The small bit of cry that seemed so faint yet so high you had to open your eyes to look down at see what was going on.

“It definitely is a girl.” Dr. Sullivan commented and lifted up what you thought to see in a blurry sight was a perfect little baby girl.

Luke seemed speechless, watching as she was being scooped into your arms and held onto your knee carefully. Caressing the skin.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, suddenly furrowing his eyebrows and that was when darkness suddenly became you.

That was when it became really silent.

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The truth about my middle school years

You know what I haven’t thought about in awhile? What middle school and high school feel like. I’ve been in college for only a year and I already forgot what it feels like to have to ASK to use the bathroom and to need to have a hall pass, because in college if you have to use the bathroom you just get up and leave the room!!! What a concept!!!

So yeah, once again, I’m bored and I’m gonna talk about my life. Are you ready to learn about the bleakness of American pre teen/teenager’s life???? Of course you are

5th grade: Not quite sure if this counts as middle school in some places, but it does for the school I went to. I went to a conservative, private Christian school where classes were combined and my fifth grade class was merged with the sixth grade class. The sixth graders were the “cool kids”, and they hated all the fifth graders except me. Every morning before class started, the 6th graders would demand that I entertain them, and this led to me performing inappropriate pop songs and scenes from intense movies/shows by myself, and yes, this DID create my love for performing in shows.

I also had a cool writing teacher who adored everything I wrote and constantly praised the dumb comics I drew and the short stories I wrote, and that was when I decided I wanted to write all the time. All the while, I had a best friend who did everything with me and came to my house every Friday afternoon, where we would play with barbies and watch Power Puff Girls. It was a great year, but alas, it came to an end.

6th grade: shit got dark. My best friend dropped out of school so her mom could homeschool her, and even though the new 5th graders loved me, the people in my own grade thought I was annoying. I made friends with an angsty new girl who I’ll only called ‘Kira’ for this, and Kira was a rebel. Therefore, to impress Kira, i became a rebel as well, and my angst was born.

I had a new writing teacher who hated me, and i purposefully went out of my way to make her angry. Specially, she hated it when I drew in my class notebook (“This is WRITING class, not DRAWING class, Mara!!”), so I retailiated by drawing ridiculously busty women throughout my notebook. She didn’t say anything at first, but after a few weeks, she pulled me aside privately and told me that drawing those pictures wasn’t very ‘Christian’ of me. She then made me throw out my notebook and then gave me a new one.

7th grade: Things got better, and yet worse at the same time, if that’s possible. I was still friends with Kira, only something was different- I realized, not only that I wasn’t straight, but that I had a crush on her. This was bad because a) half the people at our school were homophobic, and b) she had a crush on the biggest douchebag in our class. They eventually ended up dating, although I have no idea why because he hated her and she knew he was a dick.

To make up for this, I swallowed the feelings I had for Kira and started ‘dating’ (there’s a reason this word is in quotes) a guy I’m only going to refer to as Jughead Joe. Jughead Joe was basically the epitome of those dark, brooding, misunderstood boys that appear in Anime, only he wasn’t cool. He was also extremely bigoted and a jerk, but I acted like I didn’t notice and hung on his arm anyway.

Stuff started to get weird as the year came to a close, and it all ended at a summer pool party. Jughead Joe and I played Xbox inside, and out of nowhere, he told me he wanted to have sex. When I said no, he said, “oh, come on. No one else wants you.” I didn’t know how to react so I poured my soda on his lap and ran outside, where I called my mom while hiding in a bush. I haven’t spoken to Jughead Joe since.

8th grade: THIS was when my world got flipped over. I switched schools, and I ended up at a dreary public middle school. The beginning of the year was just lonely, terrifying and confusing, but somehow I got out alive. Not unlike Hilary Duff in ‘Cadet Kelly’, there were tears and angst, but I eventually learned to adapt. However, I did not do a ribbon dance at the end of the year, although I wish I had...

At the same time, I had a DeviantART account where I posted my Invader Zim fan art and fanfiction. It was all fun and games until I pissed off the wrong edgelord, but that’s a story for another time.

The highlight of the year was when I finally found a group of friends who actually liked me, and we had a spa day for my birthday. Afterwards, we went to the mall and bought Build-a-Bears and ate overpriced mozzarella sticks. It was a beautiful day in my history, and I finally felt accepted and appreciated.

And then freshman year happened, which I’ll talk about in another post.

That’s all the tea I’m willing to spill for now, everybody! It’s depressing, it’s probably a little exaggerated, it’s probably wearing too much eyeshadow, but you know what??? It’s me. I shouldn’t deny the fact that I was the class clown, the rebel, the weird new girl, and Cadet Kelly all at different points in my life. And if I’m being honest, i don’t regret any of it. Except Jughead Joe.

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 7 years

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Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 11)

Part 10

“Okay, so what type of look are you going for?” Jess asked as you both walked into the shop.

“I don’t really know,” you admitted.

“Well, that’s gonna be an issue,” she scoffed.

“Why do you think I wanted you to come? You’re better at this than I am,” you said.

“Can’t argue there,” she said.

“This is a huge night for him and quite honestly for both of us. It’s going to be the first time that we’re going to be seen together at an event,” you said.

“Well, technically, you two have been seen out and about lately,” she said.

“Yeah, but this his is album release party. There are going to be tons of his famous friends, family, and not to mention paparazzi. If my face wasn’t out there enough already, it really is this time. Plus, I want to look good for him too, you know,” you said.

“I get it,” she said. “And trust, you’re going to be looking so damn hot, everyone’s gonna be jealous of Harry because he’s with you.”

“I highly doubt that, but I don’t mind trying,” you giggled.

“Well, let’s go,” she smirked pulling you over to the rack of clothes. “Now, you obviously want to show some skin, the question is how much and where?”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to be practically naked. How about a nice top that shows a bit of this,” you said motioning to your chest,” and maybe some nice trousers or something. It’s a party, not a red carpet event, so it doesn’t have to be too fancy, but I also don’t want to wear a short dress like I’m going out to a night at the club.”

“Even though the party is actually at a club,” she laughed.

“You know what I mean,” you laughed.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. “This top would be perfect,” she said grabbing a black crop top from the rack.

“That literally only covers my boobs and like a forth of my stomach,” you said.

“True, but a pair of trousers that hit you mid waist would look perfect with it,” she said. “And a pair of nice heels, let me look around and then you can try it on in the fitting room.”

“Okay, okay,” you said.

Soon enough after a bit of zipping around through the store, Jess came back with a few options. Fire Engine Red leather hot pants, black and white striped trousers, and finally a dark purple velvet pair of trousers. You gave her a bit of a look before going into the fitting room.

You tried the red leather pants first because you knew they would a hell no. You and leather did not mix, but you wanted to humor Jess so that she’d get a clue to stop picking them out for you.

And sure enough as soon you walked out, she shook her head.

“I mean your ass looks great and all, but they don’t really flatter you anywhere else, plus it’s probably gonna be hot in there and I don’t need you passing out,” she said.

Next was the black and white ones. They weren’t terrible and they complimented the top well, it was just, you couldn’t get the thought of the movie Beetlejuice out of your head.

Finally it was time for the dark purple pair and as soon as you buttoned them, you knew these were it. You loved the color against your skin, you loved the way the fabric felt and they were really comfortable. They also flattered you quite well.

“Yes! Those are the ones! And that color looks amazing on you, plus, it makes you stand out wearing something different, but not too different that the outfit works you,” she said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you laughed.

“Doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you’re getting that outfit and a black ribbon choker would look perfect,” she said.

You groaned and went back to change into your clothes, knowing that by the end of this trip, you were going to be dressed up like a barbie doll.

At the end of the shopping trip, you and Jess went out for a late lunch.

“You know, we’ve spent so much time finding you something to wear, I have no idea what I’m going to wear,” she gasped.

“Sorry,” you laughed. “But knowing you, you have the perfect thing to wear.”

“I do have a new dress that I bought a few weeks ago, but I haven’t worn it yet,” she nodded.

“You’re going to look amazing and you never know, you might meet someone,” you smirked.

“Maybe, but I don’t know...” she said blushing.

“Wait? You’re the one who is always wanting to go out and meet Mr. Right,” you said confused.

“Yeah, but those are like regular, everyday guys. The guys who are going to be at that party are all famous,” she said. “I wouldn’t be their type.”

“Why wouldn’t you be? I mean Harry’s “famous” but he’s a regular, everyday guy who just so happens to be a celebrity. And to be honest, I never thought in a million years that I would be his type, yet here I am,” you said.

“But you’re different,” she said.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this,” you said. “You’ve always been confident when it comes to meeting guys.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” she sighed.

It was the night of Harry’s Album release party and you were getting ready at your flat. Harry would come by to pick you up around nine and then you both would head to the venue the party was being held at. Harry didn’t really want a huge ordeal, but Jeff had arranged it for all his friends and family to come and celebrate with him.

Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and went into the living room. You put on your heels and made sure you had everything, when there was a knock on your door. You checked your makeup in the mirror really quick before opening the door, revealing your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

He looked up at you and smirked. “You look beautiful,” he smiled kissing your cheek.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “You look very handsome.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yep, just let me grab my jacket,” you said before heading out the door.

Harry helped you into the car before getting in behind you.

“So, are you excited or nervous or both?” you asked once you both fastened your seat belts.

“Both definitely both,” he nodded. “I’m excited that it’s finally here and everyone can listen to it, but I’m always a bit nervous because I’m not sure how everyone is gong to react to it. I mean, I love it, which is all that really matters, but I want my fans to love it too, you know?”

“Yeah, I understand,” You said. “But I’m sure they’re going to love it.”

“I’m really happy you’re here tonight,” he smiled.

“Of course,” you smiled wrapping your arm around his and putting your head on his shoulder. “I’m just glad that you wanted me to come.”

“You’re my girlfriend, I always want you to come and be there,” he smiled kissing your head.

The driver pulled up to the entrance to the club and so far there weren’t too many paps there, but you knew they would be tons more there once everyone started to leave. A security person opened up the door and Harry got out first, fixing his suit jacket before turning back and helping you out of the car.

As soon as your head popped out of the car, the cameras that were there starting flashing like crazy. Harry put his arm around your waist and the two of you walked inside.

“You okay?” Harry asked.

“Surprisingly, yes,” you nodded until you looked around at the amount of people.

There must have been a certain look on your face because Harry was rubbing your back and leaned in towards you.

“If you need to leave, tell me okay?” He whispered.

“I’m okay, I’ll be okay,” you smiled.

He nodded and kissed you quickly before leading you over to a group of friends.

“There he is, the man of the night!” Nick smirked hugging Harry.

“Hey man,” he said hugging him back.

“And Y/N, look at you!” Nick said reaching for you. “Damn Styles, you better watch out for people hitting on your girl.”

“They can try all they want, but I know she’ll be coming home with me,” he smirked kissing your cheek.

“Damn right, I am,” you smirked.

“You two are disgusting,” Nick laughed.

Harry laughed wrapping his arms around you. “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure,” you smiled.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” he said before making his way over to the bar.

“So, how are things going?” Nick smiled wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m good,” you smiled. “What about you?”

“Same, how are things going with you and Harold?” He asked.

“Great,” you smiled. “We’re doing great.”

“Let me know if he ever gets out of line, okay?” He smirked.

You laughed. “Will do.”

It’s been almost a half an hour since Harry went to the bar. You figured he was getting stopped by people at the party, so you decided to see if you could find him. Luckily the place wasn’t insanely crowded, since the club was closed down for the private even.

As you made your way to the bar, you didn’t see Harry anywhere near there. You looked around and tried to figure out which way to go next. It would have been a lot easier if you were tall enough to actually see over the crowd of people.

You sighed and thought about texting him, but the odds of him hearing his phone going off was slim to none. You were making your way through the crowd and it felt like it was taking forever to find your boyfriend.

When you finally see him in your sights, you noticed he's not exactly alone. He was standing with two drinks in his hands and talking to a girl. The girl was familiar and you knew it was someone that he had been rumored to date a few years ago.

You could tell she was trying to hard and he was uncomfortable with the situation. It was also quite obvious that he was trying to be nice towards and get away, but she just kept talking.

You weren’t exactly jealous, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t go over and help your boyfriend out and make sure the girl knew to stay in her lane. You walked over towards them and wrapped your arms around Harry’s waist.

“There you are,” you smiled kissing his cheek.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled looking back at you. “I was just coming back to you.”

You looked over at the girl and she was obviously pissed. “Oh, hi, I’m Y/N, Harry’s girlfriend,” you smiled holding out your hand.

“Hm. So it is true?” She asked.

“Uh, yeah,” you said confused. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Oh, no reason,” she shrugged. “Anyway, congrats again, Harry. I’m so proud of you,” she smiled putting her hand on his arm again.

‘Uh, thanks,” he said shrugging it off.

The girl makes a face and then pushes her way past you, making sure to make a little contact with your arm.

“Well, that was interesting,” you rolled your eyes.

“A little bit,” he laughed. “Just so you know...”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I trust you,” you smiled. “Plus, I know that you’ll be coming home with me...” you smirked.

“Always,” he smirked leaning into kiss you.

Many hours and a few drinks later, it was finally time for the two of you to head out. It wasn’t that the party was winding down or that you or Harry were getting tired, but because with every drink that Harry downed, the more handsy it got towards you. Not that you were complaining exactly, but you would much rather take it back to somewhere more private.

You were both sitting in a booth with Jeff and a few other of Harry’s friends. You were talking with Jess, who sort of kept to herself most of the night. You felt bad, but you understood where she was coming from. Even though you were Harry’s girlfriend and this was a party for him, you still sort of felt out of place yourself.

In the middle of your conversation with Jess, you felt Harry leaning against you. You laughed looking back at your boyfriend. “Can I help you?” You giggled.

“You smell nice,” he said. “You always smell nice,” he mumbled wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Thank you,” you laughed. “You smell like vodka.”

He shrugged.”Jess, I want to thank you for your help with the outfit, my girl looks fucking sexy tonight,” he slurred over to Jess from your shoulder.

She laughed. “You’re welcome, but it wasn’t exactly that hard.”

“Speaking of hard...” he mumbled against your shoulder. “These pants are too tight..”

“Oh my god,” you laughed covering his mouth with your hand, which you quickly removed when you felt his tongue licking your hand. “Ew, what are you doing?” you laughed.

“I want you,” he whispered in your ear. “I want to take you back to my place and Fu-”

“Okay, I think it’s time to for us to go,” you said quickly.

Harry smirked as you stood up and grabbed your hand.

“Jess, are you okay by yourself?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m good, I’ll be heading home soon anyway,” she smiled. “Have a fun rest of the night..”

“Oh, we will,” Harry smirked before the two of you made your way down to the exit door.

As soon as the door opened, both of you are covered in flashing lights. Harry held your hand tightly and you covered your face a bit with your bag to hide the flashes. Harry helps you into the car before getting in after you and shutting the door.

Once the driver pulls off, Harry pulled you over to him and kisses you. You quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his shirt and ran your hand over his chest and shoulders. He smirked against your lips before removing his lips from yours and kissing you down your neck. His hands grabbed your chest over your top and you let out a little moan.

The driver could barely put the car in park before Harry pulled you out of the car and went to the front door. While Harry was getting his keys out of his pocket, you had your arms around his waist and running your hands up and down his stomach, getting lower each time.

“Bloody hell,” he groaned as he was trying to find the house key.

You giggled. “If you don’t hurry up, you’ll be fucking me out here against the front door,” you smirked.

“You say that like it would be a bad thing,” he smirked finally unlocking the door.

“I don’t think your neighbors would appreciate it very much,” you said.

“True, it’s going to be bad enough for them with us inside, much less outside,” he smirked shutting the door.

You took off your heels and threw your purse on the floor before walking up the stairs to his room, with him right behind you.

In his room, he took off his suit jacket and put over on the chair before walking toward you. You smirked pushing the shirt down his shoulders and he picked you up.

“I love you,” he whispered putting his forehead against yours.

You smiled. “I love you too and I’m really proud of you.”

He smiled into your lips as he kissed you before laying you back onto the bed.

#One Direction Imagines #Harry Styles Imagines #Secret Love Song #SLS

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