Agblcver - Belle ༉‧₊˚✧.*

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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

he’s just like me fr 🤤

oh god…. my shayla………..

i’m so miu miu, vanilla coke cola on repeat, daydreaming a non existant life, crying to sleep, romantic scenarios, miniskirts, brunette serena van der woodsen, obsessed with being pretty, dior makeup, 90’s model energy.

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hi, baby ✰ m. sturniolo

pairing: bf!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: you wake up grumpy after a nap & matt knows exactly how to make you feel better

warnings: some swearing, not rlly anything else??

note: i’ve loved the sturniolo’s for SO LONG n i’ve always wanted to write for matt (the love of my entire life <3) so this is me testing the water hehe, lmk if u enjoy/want to see more!!

comments & reblogs are so appreciated! <3

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“oh my god she’s alive-”

with an intentionally audible sigh, you head towards matt on the couch - ignoring chris and nick in their entirety as you pass them in the kitchen.

matt smiles fondly as you approach; reaching for your hand when you’re close enough to touch. “hi, baby.” his voice is soft as he tugs you onto his lap - one hand immediately coming up to smooth your sleep tussled hair away from your face. the subconscious action forces a stubborn little grin onto your lips. “good nap?”

with another little sigh, much quieter than the first, you drop your head against matt’s shoulder. “mhmm. ‘m still tired though.” the words are muffled by the fabric of matt’s hoodie - your heavy eyes falling shut as he begins to smooth an absentminded trail up and down the length of your spine.

“do you want to get a coffee and go for a drive?” he offers - voice soft and fond as he looks down at you.

“really?”

“sure - i need to get gas anyways.”

“are you kidding me?” the sound of nick’s voice is unmistakable, and you bite back a little laugh as he speaks. “i literally just asked you to take me to target and you flat-out refused like four fucking times.”

with a roll of his eyes that you can almost feel, matt turns his head towards his brothers in the kitchen. “nick - that’s different and you know it.”

“different? how is it different, matt? because i actually don’t know and i would love for you to enlighten me.”

“because you’re not my fucking girlfriend, nick - jesus christ.”

“no, that’s true, but i am your brother - your triplet no less. does that mean nothing to you?”

“at the moment? no, it really doesn’t.” decidedly done with the conversation, matt turns his head back to you. “you ready to go?”

with a soft little laugh, you stretch up to press a lazy kiss against his jaw. “we should take nick to target.” you say quietly.

“i’ll take him tomorrow.” he says back, tilting your head up with two fingers so it’s level with his own. you can’t fight your silly little grin when he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “i’ve barely seen you all day.”

“but i feel ba-”

matt kisses you again, effectively silencing your feeble attempt at a protest. “don’t feel bad.” he says, lips still brushing softly against yours as he speaks. “he doesn’t even need anything - the kid just wants to look around.” with a gentle pat to your thigh, he’s maneuvering the two of you into an upright position. “now c’mon - we’re going to starbucks.”

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