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OMG IMAGINE READER COMING HOME TO RAFE WITH HEAVY MAKEUP AND HAIR CLIPS IN HIS HAIR AND THEIR DAUGHTER JUST RUNNING AROUND WITH LIKE THOSE PRINCESS DRESSES SAYING THAT SHE MADE HER DAD A PRINCESS LIKE HER
"what happened to you?" you covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smile.
you had just came home from grocery store when you stopped at the entrance to look at the unusual view in front of you.
rafe was sitting on the ground, make up full done and glittery pink hair clips in his blonde hair.
if you told someone that the always so cold and heartless rafe cameron was letting his daughter put shimmery lipstick on his lips and bright yellow eyeshadow on his eyes they would have laughed at you.
"don't say a word" rafe said, opening his eyes for a second just for your daughter to shut them closed right after.
"daddy keep them closed!" daisy protested, sitting beside rafe with a focused look on. bossy like your mommy, rafe whispered under his breath.
your one year old son sat in front of his father with a terrified look on and as soon as he saw your figure at the front door he crawled to you, so happy to see his mama back home.
"baby, did you turn daddy into a princess?" you smiled at daisy, who was now attaching coloured stickers on rafe's face, so content with her work.
the same stickers that rafe found after interminable hours of searching because he didn't have the heart to tell your daughter that the store didn't have them, so he had to drive to the town next to yours.
"yes mommy, pretty like me!" she stood up and gave a little twirl to show you the princess dress rafe got her a few days ago, that she insisted to put on this morning.
"you're so pretty, sweet girl." you kneeled down to place a kiss on her head and sat next to rafe, noah on your hip.
"now why don't you do mommy's hair too?" rafe suggested, pulling you on his lap and not allowing you to escape.
you spent the next two hours letting your daughter and rafe cover your face with whatever thing daisy pulled from her little bag. at the end of the makeup session you two looked ridiculous and rafe caught the moment you were distracted by putting a tiny clip on noah's hair to snap a picture of your perfect little family.
me looking as logan FINALLY gets the attention he deserves from the marvel fandom:
“Bring back cunty F1”
Y’all can’t even handle Max Verstappen
he’s actually so fucking crazy i wanna hang off his arm soooooo bad
never wanted to be anyone’s controversially younger girlfriend more than i want to be his
pushing my abby anderson and emily engstler agenda
the cutest fic i’ve ever read. 🤍
summary: it's the afternoon following your new year's party, and all you and calum are doing is cleaning when you find some unextpected poleroids. loosely based on ‘new years day’ by taylor swift.
pairing: calum hood x genderneutral!reader
an: from the last week, i’ve had one thing show up in tags so i’m praying this does lmao.
word count: 850
warnings: a joint, alcohol, kissing, fluff
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There's glitter on the floor after the party
Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby
Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor
You and me from the night before
It was yours and Calum's turn, this year, to host the New Year's Party. It'd been passed around his friend group for what felt like forever, so when it came back to him, he wanted it to be a night to remember.
And, of course it was. The house was full of people - all of which enjoying themselves, and his backyard. The party ended around 4 after everyone had went home, leaving just you and him sat around a fire outiside, you on his lap, sharing a joint.
Whilst the party was great, the moring wasn't. You'd both woken up far later than usual, yet it felt like neither of you had slept at all. Luckily, by the end of the night you'd both eaten and drunk enough you werent too hungover in the morning - that felt like the only plus.
Calum had wanted to get about of bed as soon as he could to clean the house but you on the otherhand, opposed that idea entirely. You'd managed to keep him in bed an extra hour before he managed to trick you into getting up.
You had barely entered the living when you went wide eyed - anything you could possibly imagine was there, coving up your floor almost entirely. You suspected the kitchen wasnt great either, or the garden. Calum had gone to get a bin bag when you finally looked through everything on the floor: party poppers, confetti, a few lighters, and a lot of spilt drinks.
You deemed most of it was rubish so you spent the next hour of the afternoon throwing things away, stealing kisses from your boyfriend in between. Once you were finally finished, you begun taking everything to the front of the house to throw in the bins when you noticed a pile of poleroids on the counter.
You began flicking through them when you realised they must've been pusposefully left. You knew one of Calum's friends brought a poleroid camera, you just didnt expect him to use it this much on the two of you. There was just picture after picture of you and Calum, with him touching you in some way in all of them. There was one of you both you knew he'd taken - one of you and Cal kissing just before midnight, Calum holding you as tight as he could.
Your favourite though was a photo neither of you realised was taken. You were stood there, drink in hand, talking to a friend you couldnt quite make out, with Calum stood next of you, arm tightened around you, and his gaze soley on you. It was a look that you couldn't possibly fake; he just looked completely entranced and in love with you.
You put them in your back pocket and carried on, carrying the bin bags out front. You put them in the right bins before trodding back inside on a mission to find Calum.
You found him inide on the sofa, legs kicked up on the coffee table, and beer bottle in hand. He looked up, gesturing towards you to take a seat next to him. "Taking a break, darling, you comin'?"
You nodded, sitting next to him, him immediately placing one arm above your shoulders. You began resting your head on his shoulder and resting your feet by his in retaliation.
You reached into your back pocket again, pulling out the poleroids, "found these just now, what'd y'think?"
He took them from you, passing you the beer in replacemnt, watching you take a swig. He flicked through them, pausing on a few to admire them. He picked out one, pointing it towards you. It was a photo of you stood up by a wall, Calum stood behind you, his hands on your waist, "y'look really pretty in this one."
You hummed as a reply, leaning further into him so you could catch his movements as he flicked through the rest of the photos. He paused on one further towards the back - the same one you had before.
"Love this one, could just stare at you for hours." He carried on looking at the last few, keeping that held to the front. "Wanna put both of these on the fridge, y'just look too good, baby."
You laughed, taking them out of his hands to have a further look at them, "'kay, only if we get the one of you stood at the door on there too - you look so hot in that one. Oh, and the one of us kissing."
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, tightening his arm around you. "Course, baby, whatever you want." He placed the photos onto the arm of the sofa, pulling you up to straddle his lap.
He pressed a firm kiss to your lips, holding you down onto him, "happy new years, baby."
But don't read the last page
But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away
I want your midnights
But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day
feedback + constructive criticism appreciated.
Giambattista Valli Fall 2022 Couture
he invented boyfriendism
what the fuck
no meme, this is really just how i’d look at him too ◞‸◟