James Maslow Imagines (Clean Version)

Messy Twister

I’m gonna fall, James!” You yell over the laughter. Even though you were happy a moment ago that all the training of 7 years of gymnastic came in handy with bending yourself easily, you were now cursing at James for his idiotic game of messy twister.

How he came up with the idea, you’ll never know, but when he came to your home with pots of paint all in Twister colors you should have known it would be a crazy idea.

The colors on your hands and feet were mashed into one dirty color, not showing any signs of which colors you had to touch in the past half hour.

“Right hand on red.” Your little brother yells at the both of you. His hands were also dirty but he fell out soon enough, being two heads smaller than James, and not able to go past him to place his foot on the color. You look down on the twister play mat, seeing colors all smudged over another.

“I can’t even see where the hell red is!” You yell, lifting up your right hand, balancing your weight on the slippery paint.

James moved beneath you, swiftly placing his hand where it had to be. Muttering swear words under your breath, James shook with laughter. His back that touched your stomach made you shudder with him, making you lose balance on your left hand, slipping due the paint that was all over the mat.

With a loud thud you fell on top of James, his hands and feet slipping from their spots as well, both of you falling on the ground.

Your little brother muttered under his breath. “Finally.” As he tossed the part of the game he had to operate on the couch, going into the kitchen to clean himself off.

Standing up the best you could do, helping James up as well, you pushed his shoulder lightly.

“Darn you James, I could have won that game if it wasn’t for you.” He grinned avoiding your assault.

“Ehm, (y/n), you have some paint here.” He said, pointing at your face. You lifted your hand to wipe it away with the back of your hand that you managed to keep clean, when James smeared the purplish paint all over your face and lips.

You gasped slightly, watching the mischievous look in his eyes.

“Babyyy. You’re so sweet I just wanna kiss you.” You said grinning, leaning in to kiss him. He backed away laughing.

“Babe I just wanna repay you for this fun game of twister, come here.” You said, still grinning at him, following him slowly.

“No way.” James smirked holding up his hands in front of his body.

One step too much, James reached the paint covered play mat with his bare feet, he slipped and fell on his butt. You straddled him quickly, pinning him to the ground but he made no effort to get away.

“Any last words?” You asked him, looking into his eyes. James smiled sweetly, placing his hands on your thighs making handprints.

“Yeah.” He tucked away a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m in love with you.” He said lovingly. You smiled back, gently leaving purple kisses all over his face until the red of your lips was slightly noticeable again.