'i thought there was a moment.' 'there was!' oh my sweet summer children

03. Baby Talk

Harry wants to have a baby. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut


When you arrived home after a long day of work and smelled the roast, you knew Harry was up to something.

 Either he wanted to talk over a very important decision with you, or the tabloids were about to—if they hadn’t already—print a false or prying story about you and he wanted to take your mind off it. However, you still smiled as you slipped off your shoes and jacket.

It was the little things. That’s what no one told you about marriage. Marriage wasn’t all about the Instagram posts praising each other, or the mind-blowing sex, or the grand statements of affection. It was the foot rubs after a long day, a roast in the oven as soon as you came home from work, and the quick forehead kiss in the early morning when he woke before you. Those little things kept the love alive.

 And oh, how you loved them.

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Rebuilt: Arrow 5x22 Review (Missing)

“Missing” was amazing! Emotional and action packed with zinging dialogue. 

Originally posted by pewslight

What struck me most was how full circle it was. “Missing” sets up the heroes versus villains battle that will come to fruition in the finale, but it also kicks off the basic question Oliver must ask: What makes a hero? What makes a villain? Those concepts are not always rigid. In fact, the very essence of hero and villain is fluid.

Oh… and did I mention there’s an Olicity reunion scene?

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to count the stars

seven times james and lily meet on the train, and one time they don’t

ie, this is me skewing the jily week day 1 prompts a bit because i am the trashiest of trash.

ao3

i.

It’s a bleak September morning the first time she sets foot on the Hogwarts Express.

Lily sniffles, glancing over her shoulder, not at her parents whose grins were so wide that she feared it would split their faces, but at her sister, her Tuney, who pouted and frowned and whose eyes had a strange sheen over it. She’s only seen it a few times, when they got into fights that lead to broken dolls or hair tugging.

Petunia Evans was a cold type of sadness. She would pout and sulk and her lip would quiver, but she would never, ever cry.

Lily was the opposite. She was an explosion of feeling, a forest fire too big for her body that left its confines in wet, noisy sobs that had the whole house shaking.

A lone tear made it’s way down her sister’s cheek and she was ready to jump off the train and back to her if it meant stopping the impossible.

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Love And Art.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Pairing: Gaston x reader

Titled: ‘Love and Art’ 

Warnings: light angst, Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF, etc. 

A/N: This was an idea for a mini series! Which I am really excited for all of you to read!! 

Summary: You have triplet older sisters, or usually known as the Bimbettes, Claudette, Paulette, and Laurette, you have an identical twin sister, Odette. Much to the older girl’s disposition, Gaston loves you. Your sisters will do anything to sabotage your true love by any means necessary. 

Tagging: @norrihiddleskittycap  @captainemwinchester @little-red-83@impalaimagining@sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt @hobbithorse19@feelmyroarrrr @lefouismylife@redimagines @letowolfie @ciaprincess@speedycatbluebird @haniiix33 @mademoiselle-lani @winchester-writes rexhepierijona


It’s needless to say you never had it easy in life. You were the shadow of your sisters, even your twin sister, who is only older than you by nothing more than a few seconds.  The only person who truly understood you was your father, who tragically passed away a little over a year ago. Unfortunately, your mother was just as bad as your sisters. Which only left you wondering who they could have contracted that from.  

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lost thoughts

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

Title: lost thoughts

Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU.  You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.

Summary: The sound of his voice inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok wasn’t so teasing maybe things would be a little bit easier.

If only her mind could shut up for three seconds, she would be able to study.

And she really meant those words, without caring that she liked neither this topic nor studying whatsoever, but she really needed to pass this exam, yet, the voice on her head kept singing hit songs, thinking about food and some other dirty thought that would cross their heads. Not that she had two voices inside her head, one coming from a male and the other completely hers…but it was rather something she was born with. All her life she had heard the voice of her soul mate and she’d like to think it’s beautiful –and in some way it is- but at this point, it was annoying. She had heard his voice as a kid, mostly talking about how he had lost a game with his friends and asking who she was, then when he was a teenager he would be colder…slightly lost in the feeling of going through puberty and finding new lovers, and now…the man that she recognized as Minseok was nothing more than doing anything to get her riled up.

From what he thought, she could tell that Minseok was a pretty vivid and lively person. Sometimes he thought about his friends, giving them presents or teasing them as a way of showing them his love. Other times, he simply thought about food and how grumpy he was because he was hungry. From what she knew, he was on summer break at this moment and she was taking classes in the summer, hence why she was so mad because he was doing this on purpose. Back when they were both children, they didn’t know that they could have a full conversation with their thoughts, but now that he learnt that he could talk to her and hear her just from thinking…he used it to his will.

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Anonymous asked: Can I give you a prompt? Bellamy decides to have fun with the rest of the kids one night and drunkenly tells Clarke that he wants to have her babies (yes HE wants to have HER babies). And he can be like dead serious about it when he says it or smiling goofy or whatever - you can decide what kind of drunk he is. And then maybe Clarke is sober or not as drunk as he is so she has to deal with responding (or not responding) to his confession and then facing him the next day.

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Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)


Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

Gabriel’s One and Only

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Pairing: Gabriel x wife!Reader
Word count: 1,308
Warnings: Fingering, smut, swearing, NSFW gifs

Chuck & Gabriel Appreciation Week


Ten years.

Ten.

It still amazed you. Ten years ago to the day, you said ‘I do’ to your best friend, your lover, and the father of your two kids. And you’d been together three years before that. He knew everything about you, inside and out. Even when you looked like hell after the birth of each of yours kids, even though your body was nowhere near what it used to be, he still thought you were the most beautiful creature on the planet.

He’d never kept anything from you, either. No matter how painful it was. There was nothing he wanted to remain a secret. From who he really was, to who God was, to the fighting between his brothers, his time as Loki, and more. The two of you shared a connection that you just couldn’t explain.

Your mother had the kids for the week, as it was summer vacation, and you worked hard. Your day started before the sun, and it didn’t end until the children were deep in dreamland. Gabriel helped around the house, but some days, you told him not to touch anything. You wanted to feel like you were doing more at home, despite him insisting that you did a lot.

Thankfully, your mother knew about Gabriel, as well, but less than you. Having children with him, that forced your hand. Chuck had even come along for that talk.

That gave you the rare chance to sleep in. Snuggling against your husband’s side, you smiled softly. “Morning, sweet cheeks.” He chuckled lightly, enjoying your slight bedhead and sleepy smile.

“Morning.” You mumbled, letting out a yawn. “What time is it?” Having the chance to sleep in, you didn’t want to open your eyes just yet.

He glanced at his alarm clock. “Just after 9. When’s the last time that happened?” Gabriel asked, tapping his chin and making a face as if thinking.

You thought for a moment. “Before we became parents?” You chuckled, rolling to your back and stretching. “Before I had any grey hairs.”

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Title: Banana Split 

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Day 5 of 20. Feedback? Always welcome! (And if you guys requested these stories, let me know if you like them?)  

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


You walked back to the table from the restroom, willing yourself to make it through the rest of the night. Your best friend had dragged you out on a double date, and here you were, stuck in a booth beside William. He seemed nice enough, but the conversation was dull and you didn’t seem to have much in common. You had come to help your friend, to be her wing-woman; but she seemed to be doing fine on her own. Sliding back into booth, your rolled your eyes when you glanced across the table; your friend practically on the lap of her date. 

“For fuck’s sake.” you muttered under your breath. You thought you were being quiet enough in this noisy restaurant, but William had heard you. 

“Do you want a ride home?” he whispered, clearly uncomfortable with the situation at hand.

“Oh God, yes.” you blurted out. “Sorry, not because of you. This whole… situation… it’s just weird.” you clarified, grabbing your coat and pulling yourself out of the booth. You shrugged it on, William sliding out of the booth behind you. You noticed he was taller than you had originally noticed in the dim lighting of the restaurant. You took a step towards the door, a voice stopping you in your tracks.

“Where are you guys going?” your friend asked, finally breaking eye contact with her date; realizing you were heading outside.

“Home.” you said, straightening your coat. 

“Have fun.” she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at you at you and William. 

“That’s not what I meant.” you muttered, rolling your eyes . “Text me when you get home.” you sighed, noticing all her attention had gone back to her date . William tilted his head, motioning for you to follow him, knowing that any attempts to get her attention would fail. He held the door for you, exiting the restaurant into the clear Toronto night.

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Distant Hearts

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1159

Warning: Fluffffff

Tom was away on another movie shoot.  One of the downfalls of being so popular in Hollywood these days.  As much as you wished you were with him, you needed to work to pay your bills.  Not that Tom hadn’t offered to help you many times over the last year, so you could quit your job.  However, you loved being a nurse; you loved working with laboring mothers and their newborns.  It made you smile each and every day.  Though it did not help the ache, you had in your chest, every moment that you were away from him.  You had been dating for just over a year.  Meeting in the hospital when he had come to visit the children in the pediatric ward dresses as Loki.  It was an odd thing that you were actually down on the pedi floor helping a mother with breastfeeding of her sick two week old.

Tom saw you and he smiled. You were unable to stop the pounding of your heart when you saw him.  The two of you talked for a bit that day and before he left he asked for your phone number. After your first date it was obvious you belonged together. When you had the time off you would fly off to see him on whatever shoot or accompany him to the next premiere. If he were off for some amount of time, he would fly in to spend time with you, making you feel like the only important thing in the world.

Normally you were mostly all right with him being away.  Your bed felt cold but he would always call, text, or Skype with you daily.  Today was just a bad day at work.  It was one of the sadder days of your career and you wished more than anything Tom was there to hold you and tell you tomorrow would be better.  It was 9 pm and you were already in your pajamas waiting on his call.  There was a glass of wine in your hand as well; it was one of those days.  So there you sat watching a rerun of NCIS nursing the glass of wine.  You had been off in your own world when your phone started to vibrate.  The movement made you jump but you grinned happily seeing that it was Tom.

“Hey baby.  I am so glad you called.  I needed to hear your voice.”  You sighed relaxing back onto the couch .

“Hello, my love.  I missed you.  Are you all right? You sound a bit down.”  You had never been able to hide anything from him.  He could tell just be hearing your voice if something was off.  You frowned not wanting to ruin your daily call.

“It’s okay.  It was just a bad day at work, that’s all.  One of those days that makes it difficult to do what I do.  But I will be all right in the morning.  I am talking to you and I have my glass of wine.”  There was a silence on the other end for a moment.  “Tom?  Are you there?”

“Oh yes, darling.  Can I call you back in just a moment? Something I need to do quickly.” Now Tom was the one who sounded off.

“Sure.  Love you.”  

“I love you too.  I will call back I promise.  It will just be a few minutes.”  The line went dead.  You were not sure what was going on with him but you remembered he was in a time zone that was twelve hours ahead of you.  Meaning he was probably on the set at this point.  Feeling like an ass for taking him away from his work, you picked yourself up off the couch and headed into your bedroom.  There was another twelve hours of work ahead of you starting at ‘way too early o’clock.’  As you climbed into bed, your phone vibrated again.  This time with a Skype call from Tom.  You never minded seeing his face.

“Now what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your face?”  The smile on your lips growing to light up your face.  The love you had for the man never ceased to amaze you.

“I thought I could do something to cheer you up before you slept.  You trust me?”  You laughed.

“Of course I do.  What do you have up your sleeve, Tom?”  That signature laugh of his escaped as he looked like he was getting comfortable on a couch.

“Are you in bed? Looks like you are.  Are you comfortable and ready to sleep?”  Biting your lip, you snuggled down farther into your bed and pulled the blanket over you just how you liked it.

“Umm, yes.  I am now.  What are you going to do, tell me a bedtime story?”  Tom smiled at you through the phone.  Oh how you wished he were beside you.  Two weeks.  He would be home in two weeks and then you would be able to enjoy time with him.

“Something like that darling.  Now just lay there and listen. Ready?”  You nodded watching him intently.  His voice went low as began.

“Of all my loves this is the first and last 
That in the autumn of my years has grown, 
A secret fern, a violet in the grass, 
A final leaf where all the rest are gone. 
Would that I could give all and more, my life, 
My world, my thoughts, my arms, my breath, my future, 
My love eternal, endless, infinite, yet brief, 
As all loves are and hopes, though they endure. 
You are my sun and stars, my night, my day, 
My seasons, summer, winter, my sweet spring, 
My autumn song, the church in which I pray, 
My land and ocean, all that the earth can bring 
     Of glory and of sustenance, all that might be divine, 
     My alpha and my omega, and all that was ever mine.”

 

A tear streamed down your cheek as you remembered to breathe. Wiping it away, you beamed at the man through the phone.  “That was… it was beautiful.  Tom, thank you.  I love you.” He grinned from ear to ear.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.  I meant every word.  I love you, my darling. It is Shakespeare’s In Praise of Beauty. I’ve wanted to recite that to you for ages.  Tonight seemed perfect.  I hope you are feeling even a bit better.”  You nodded to him with that silly grin still plastered to your face.

“I feel a million times better. Thank you.”

“Good, sleep well, love.  I have to go for now.  Call me when you wake?”  

“Of course.  I love you. Have a good day on set.”  Tom blew you a kiss.

“I love you too, [Y/N].  Good night.” The call ended and you were still smiling.  He always knew how to make you feel better.  You fell asleep not long after, dreaming of the time he would be home with you again.

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You Me Her

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Chapter Five: A Midsummer Nightmare

Word Count: 5306

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Abigail Adam’s production of Grease showed for three nights in early February of Riley’s freshman year. Riley and Kai played the quirky but loveable Jan and Putzie and during the rehearsal period Riley felt comfortable playing a ‘minor roll’ as she commonly referred to it. Kai kept stressing to Riley that being a Pink Lady was not minor by any means and she shouldn’t minimise her importance to the production. His encouraging words sent Riley into a nervous tailspin and she began worrying about messing the routines up for everyone with her clumsy habits. Kai happily put in countless hours with Riley after scheduled rehearsals. So much so that by opening night Riley could perform the entire play with her eyes closed. Even the parts that she wasn’t in. 

After a month of rehearsals and Riley’s involvement in the drama club her friendship with Kai had completely solidified at this point. Kai would eat dinner with the Matthews at least three times a week, which was three times a week more than Maya had been lately. 

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Music Series: Forever Like That by Ben Rector

Thank you for the request, Anon! I really loved both songs, but after listening to them, I went with the one that made me smile and tear up a bit, easily able to see the “Harry” in it. I may go back and write the other later after I sift through more of the current requests filling my inbox, but this one had my heart immediately.

I wanted a slight twist on this story to separate from a typical love story, so I extended the love a bit further. I have amazing feel-goods for Daddy Harry. I hope you all like it. This is “Forever Like That” by Ben Rector, and you can find it on my Spotify playlist called I Love You Long Time, HERE. Searching for the acoustic of this as I think that would be so good. I’ll put it on my Acoustic Love playlist if it’s available. :)

xo

Shelli

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Well I’ll be your rainy day lover whenever the sunny days end

And whatever the weather, we have each other

And that’s how the story will end

Well I’ll be your shade tree in summer if you’ll be my fire when it’s cold

And whatever the season, well we’ll keep on breathing

‘Cause we’ll have each other to hold…And I’ll hold you, and I’ll sing

You giggle, watching your 2 ½ year old son and almost-12-month-old daughter tackling their daddy in the floor of the large living room, laughing hysterically at his pleas for help, as you clean the breakfast mess in the nearby kitchen. Days spent at home as a family didn’t come as often as any of you wanted, but you and Harry both treasured the moments when they happened.

When you walk in to find a baby sitting on Harry’s head, and toddler riding airplane-style on Harry’s bent legs, you laugh and walk toward them as Harry sees you enter the room and wraps his hand around one of your ankles.

“Let’s get mumma!” Harry says loudly, as your kids scream and laugh, grabbing at your legs as you tumble gently to the floor around them. Harry looks at you, smoothing your hair with his hand while hugging one of his children and smiling.

He thought he could stay this way forever.

I wanna love you

Forever, I do

I wanna spend all of my days with you

Carry your burdens

And be the wind at your back

I wanna spend my forever

Forever like that

“Happy birthday to youuuu!” everyone sang to your little girl at her 1st birthday party. Everyone cheered, helping her blow out the single candle, as she stuck her face against the cake setting in front of her for a tasty lick, a frosting beard now covering the lower third of her face.

“Oh my goodness!” Harry laughed, bringing his face level with his daughters. “What’s happened, my angel? What’s on your face?”

Your daughter looks at him with a timid look, halfway between crying and laughing, as Harry steps in to save the day by imitating her actions and sporting his own frosting beard. She laughs at her silly daddy, touching his face as he pulls her fingers into his mouth, Harry kissing her as she squeals.

“You’re as silly as your daddy!” you tell her, taking a photo of the two of them, covered in cake mess.

Setting your phone on the table, you start to cut pieces of cake for everyone, but feel Harry next to you, sweetly grabbing your face as he slowly moves toward you, causing you to shriek as he kisses you exaggeratingly, smothering your face with his, covering you in the sticky goo. With laughter filling the garden, Harry smiles at you, kissing you lovingly. After another quick pic with the phone of the two of you, Harry pulls a baby wipe from a nearby container and begins wiping the color from your face, your children and loved ones laughing and enjoying the scene.

Well I’ll be the words on the pages

If you’ll be my sweet melody

And the tune can keep changing

'Cause love I’ll keep arranging

And this is the song that we’ll sing

Harry blows on his son’s scraped knee after cleaning the area he had fallen on, applying the medication, and topping it with a Spiderman bandage.

“See, bug? All better now,” Harry assures him against the boy’s tears and frown. Harry lifts the boy from the counter and hugs him tightly. “Daddy loves bug hugs. They always make me feel better.” He looks at his son, wiping the tears from his face and a tissue to his nose. “Better now?”

The little boy nods his head with a smile as he clutches around his father’s neck again, then reaches to be put down and runs off into another room.

“See, Bubby’s just fine,” you tell your daughter, setting her down to follow after her big brother. You hug Harry, then look at him with a smile, knowing you’ve both survived yet another parenting heartache.

When the rain comes, I’ll be your shelter,

When the wind blows, love we’ll be together

When the storms they rise, I’ll be right there by your side

And I’ll sing

You turn off the lights in the rest of the house, stepping into your bedroom, not seeing Harry, and walking down the hallway to the open door of your daughter’s nursery. You peek in, seeing Harry leaning over her crib, watching her breathe and sleep peacefully. You walk beside him, pulling your arm up to cradle his as he lays a gentle kiss on your skin.

“We made them,” he beams quietly, looking at you before staring at his sleeping daughter again. “Both of ‘em. You and I. We made them.”

“We did,” you smile, leaning your head against his. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

“How could they not be with their parents’ good looks?” he chuckles lightly. “I hope they know how much we love them, you know?”

“They do, as much as children so young can,” you nod.

“I want them to understand love,” he says, gently tracing his finger along his daughter’s small fingers. “Gotta show ‘em all the love. Every drop of it, so they carry that with them for the rest of their lives and never forget it.”

“We’re doing well with them, Harry,” you say softly. “They’re happy, and healthy, and they know we love them to the moon and back.”

Harry moves his arm, wrapping it around you and kissing the side of your head.

“Want more, you know,” he smiles sheepishly. “When it’s time. Want more babies. Want them all to know the thought we put into having each one of them, how much they were wanted.”

You smile at him, kissing his cheek.

“Want them to know how much I love their mumma, too,” he smiles, wetness slightly rimming his eyes. “So they know the proper way to love the person they want to spend the rest of their lives with. Proper way to treat each other and show love to each other. So it’s forever…like us.”

Harry kisses your soft lips, then leans over the side of the bed railing to kiss his child’s head gently.

“Thank you…for them” he smiles tenderly. “No other person I would want to be their mumma.”

“And no other person I would want to be their daddy. Thank you for them.”

I’m gonna love you,

Forever I do

I’m gonna spend all of my days with you

Carry your burdens and be the wind at your back

I’m gonna spend my forever, forever like that

Steal Your Heart - Finn Shelby

Request: Can you plz do a Finn imagine where your in a gang you run it a gang of pickpockets and he fancies you cause of how carefree you are and how your just having fun during the pickpocketing. Then his brothers notices he likes you and tries to set yous up / they brotherly tease him about liking you

Steal Your Heart - Finn Shelby

Finn’s hands dug in his vest pockets, checking for the pocket watch Tommy had given him only yesterday. He remembered putting it on this morning. Slipping the watch in the pocket of his vest and clipping the chain just above the middle button the way Polly had told him to wear it. When his pockets turned up empty he padded down his trousers and jacket, thinking he must have misplaced the object. It was only when that seemed to prove as a dead end that a thought occurred to him. Finn grabbed his cap, fixing it on his head, and stomped all the way to the Black Lion.  

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R76 Valentines Day 3: Soul Mates

got too caught up in all the types of soul mates AUs I could possibly do. Decided to go for something simple; your soul mate always comes back.

Also gross use of OW skins in this. I honestly just wanted an excuse to make Jack kiss Pumpkin Gabe’s jack-o-lantern head lol.


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Jack unfolded the paper fortune, stared at it for a few seconds, then back up at the display. It was pretty gaudy, all things considered, but he expected nothing less at this point. He’d have probably been disappointed if it was less then completely over the top. Some early trick or treaters were already about even though it wasn’t yet dark out. Little kids with their parents wearing costumes of super heroes, or animals or little monsters. Jack just waited as it grew dark and the lights around the spooky display came up. A fat bowl of candy sat on a low altar at the feet of the scarecrow with a sign that said ‘take one. Have a great night!’

A pair of teenagers came up as the sun was setting. They looked at the scarecrow who had no head and was holding its own jack-o-lantern carved skull under its arm and then at each other, unimpressed. They each grabbed a fistful of candy. “What a stupid scarecrow. Who you think they’re going to scare with that? Babies?” They laughed as they took another fistful of candy.

“The sign says take one,” a voice said and the teenagers yelped in fright as the scarecrow stepped down from its perch onto the low table.

“Ha! Yeah. You sure got us, man,” they laughed it off but Jack could hear their blood pounding.

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Candy For Grandmother

Summary: Gaston likes Grandma Dupont, the old lady in the village. Every Christmas he brings her candy. When her granddaughter (reader) moves to the village, he might have another reason to visit the old lady.

Rated: No smut.

Note: Fluff, Gaston, Gaston x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2935

Author note: Requested by an anon. Based on an AU, you can find here. AU from @dailyau. Enjoy everyone! Feedback is very welcome. :-) (Btw, that is my first try with character x reader. And English isn’t my first language and I have no beta at the moment, so please excuse mistakes.)


For years your mother tried to marry you to some rich man. The family name was a big one, your father is a very successful merchant, so everyone knew, you would inherited a lot of money one day. And your mother was particular happy about the fact you were beautiful and “blessed with wide hips, ideal for childbirth”. You had three other sisters and they all were successfully married. Your two brothers were married too. But you didn’t want to marry some rich bloke, you couldn’t stand. To be honest, every man you’ve met was boring. No one had caught your interest. And no one shared your interests. And a girl, who loves riding, the hunt and couldn’t care less about flowers and dresses wasn’t the ideal housewife, according to your mother.

So, it was a relief, when your mother FINALLY gave up. But she wasn’t very happy and neither was your father.

“You should do something with your life, (Y/N)”, he told you one day and you agreed.

You were tired of the big balls and feasts of Paris, of hours and hours in the tailoring or the endless and boring tea hours with the daughters from the other families, who all couldn’t wait to marry someone rich and get children and be a happy, naïve and little lovely wife.

Yes, Paris was the most beautiful city, but it could be incredibly boring. And you preferred the nature and country side much more.

One day, your father called you into his office and showed you a letter from your grandmother. She lived somewhere in France and was in the lead of a farm – and she needed help, but most of all company. She was getting old and the farm was no longer profitable. Your father knew, you were clever and you’ve learned everything from him. Mostly, because you were the only one, besides his sons, who cared for the family business. So, the moment he asked you to move to your grandmother, you said “yes”, without a second thought.

 
You hadn’t seen your grandmother in a long time. She came once a year to Paris to visit everyone. Besides that, she only wrote letters. Grandmama Dupont was a lovely woman and you loved her very much. She wasn’t very tall and she was very old, but still very clever and agile.

You arrived at the farm on a summer day and you felt incredible happy. Finally you were far, far, far away from Paris and annoying, social obligations and you could ride and hunt and most of all do, whatever and whenever you felt like it.

You quickly settled down in the big house and the small village, which was right next to the farm, was lovely and you really liked it. In the first months, everyone eyed you suspicious, but you quickly gained their trust.

Your grandmother spend most of her days helping you, but whenever she had time, she would go riding or hunting. Sometimes you saw her with a black haired guy, who was waiting for her at the forest. But you never saw him at the farm. You never asked your grandma, because it wasn’t your business.

 
You finally met him, when it was Christmas.

You were in the kitchen and cooked the Christmas dinner, when you heard a soft knock on the front door.

“One second!”

You put the deer, your grandmother brought early that day back home, into the oven and rushed to the door. When you opened the door, you looked into the most handsome face you’ve ever seen.

With a puzzled look, the man looked at you.

“I’m…looking for Mamie Dupont?!”

“My grandmère? She is in the village.”

“Oh.”

The man starred at you for a second. That young girl in front him, was very beautiful. He blinked, realising he was staring at you.

“I’m sorry. You are here granddaughter?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. She told me about you.”

“Did she?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. She talked about you. Sometimes. When we’re hunting.”

“Oh! You’re the guy who accompanies her.”

“Yeah, I’m that guy.”

The man showed a bright smile and you wondered, how someone could have such an amazing smile. You looked closer at him. He was tall, very tall. His dark brown (or was it black?) hair was perfectly coiffed in a ponytail, his face was almost clean-shaven, just some little stubbles were visible and they suited him. His eyes were mesmerizing. His face was perfect: the concise chin, the high cheekbones, the full lips. And his suit was well-tailored. He was the definition of perfection and looked like one of these Grecian statues you’ve read bout.

Too late you realized, he was talking with you. You were too busy with looking at him.

“What did you say?”

He showed another perfect smile.

“I said, my name is Gaston.”

“Oh. I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you, Gaston.”

“Pleasure is all mine.”

You shook his hand and smiled.

“Gaston?!”

He turned around and behind him was your grandmother.

“Hello, Mamie Dupton.”

“Of course, you would come. You’re such a sweet guy. Oh, and LeFou is waiting for you at the gate.”

“I know.”

Gaston smiled and pulled something out of his coat.

“This is for you.”

He gave your grandmother a small package and a big smile appeared on her face.

“Thank you very much. Have a lovely Christmas.”

“I’ll try. You too.”, he added and walked down the stairs.

You looked after him, while your grandmother was entering the house. Before you closed the door, Gaston was turning around, looked at you, smiled and waved. You waved back and for some reason, you were blushing.

You quickly closed the door and went back to the oven.

“So, that’s the guy, you always meet for hunting?”

“Yeah, Gaston. Sweet boy, poor boy. His family his horrible. Father drinks and is aggressive, mother is basically not existing. I met him some years ago, when I was in the woods and he tried to hunt a deer. Poor boy nearly got killed. I’ve teached him everything I know about hunting and sometimes he’s helping me with the farm. He’s actually a hero, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You remember the war we had many years ago?”

“Father told me about it.”

“Gaston defended the village. He’s our hero.”

“My, what a guy, that Gaston.”

“Yeah, he’s some kind of paragon. Everyone’s admiring him.”

You nodded and moved to the next topic.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about that Gaston.

 
As it turned out, your grandmother didn’t made an understatement. Everyone really loved Gaston. Especially three brunette girls who would follow him wherever he went.

The more time you spent in the village, the more you heard about “the Great Gaston” and “his adventures”. And you realized, he was pretty bigheaded, a narcissist. And while you didn’t met him earlier, you now met him nearly every time you visited the village. You never talked much, just “Hello” and “Goodbye”.

And while your grandmother never had mentioned him earlier, she now would talk about him now and then. Listening to her, it felt like, she was talking about a different Gaston. But maybe, your grandmother was just old.

 
For the next two years, nothing changed.

You learned more about Gaston from your grandmother and heard a lot of stories from the villagers or saw Gaston in public. Gaston wasn’t really the most likable person, but you couldn’t say you disliked him. It…was hard to put in words. There was something about him, something special and everyone could see it. But you sometimes got the feeling, there were two Gastons.

On your fourth Christmas, you saw the package again. It was the same, Gaston gave your grandmother some years ago.

“What’s that?”, you asked curious.

“Gaston’s Christmas present.”

“What’s the present?”

“Candy.. I’ll get it every year.”

“Candy?”

Your grandmother smiled widely and opened the package.

“Yes. And it’s delicious! It’s homemade.”

“You’re telling me, that the Great Gaston is making his own candy?!”

Your Grandmother rolled her eyes.

“He’s not a bad guy. Just…complicated.”

You raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

 
The next day, Gaston knocked at your door and you were surprised to see him.

“Gaston, what you’re doing here?!”

“I’m invited?!”

“You are?”

“Yes, he is!”, you heard your grandmothers voice from the background. “He is going to celebrate Christmas with us.”

You let him in and your grandmother hugged him.

“You’re going to love (Y/N)’s dinner! Best Christmas dinner you’ve ever tried.”

You felt your cheeks blushing.

“Grandma is exaggerating, very much. Before I moved to her, I couldn’t cook a potato. She showed me how to cook.”

“Yes, and she is very good. A perfect wife.”

You gave your grandmother a dirty look.

“Did you know, she’s also a good hunter?”, your grandmother continued.

“Really?!”

Gaston seemed surprised.

“Well, like grandmother, like granddaughter.”

You laughed a bit.

“Why don’t you two talk about hunting and riding and I finish our meal. (Y/N), have I told you, that Gaston is the best hunter in the village?!”

“You’ve mentioned it.”

“It’s true. I am. No one is better than me, expect your grandmother.”

“I’m sure there are other people who are good.”

“Yeah, maybe. But I’m the best.”

You nodded slowly.

“Tell her about the one time, you killed the bear!”, you heard your grandmother from the kitchen.

Gaston grinned and looked at you.

“Want to hear a story?”

You sighed and smiled.

“Do I have choice?”

“Not really.”, Gaston answered and for a brief second you thought, he winked.

 
In the end, the evening was pretty nice. In the beginning, Gaston was full of himself and the narcissist you knew, but the more you two talked, the more he stopped being an idiot. Gaston was, for sure, a really interesting person with an interesting life. He had a lot to tell and listened to you and your stories and seemed genuinely interested. You felt a bit of sadness, when he had to go.

 
After this Christmas, something changed. Whenever you two met, you would talk with each other. Sometimes, he would escort you through the village, helping you with your purchases. He was also helping a lot more at the farm. And sometimes you would accompany your grandmother and him for a hunt or you two were just riding out and talked.

Yes, he was a narcissist and sometimes he could be an idiot, but there was also a nice, very sensitive side he showed sometimes, when the two of you were alone.

At some point, you realized, you two were friends and you liked him very, very much.

Sometimes, when he was visiting the farm, he brought flowers. And sometimes, when your grandmother returned from village, she had flowers too – from Gaston.

“I wonder, why he’s giving you flowers.”, you said at one point to your grandmother.

“Oh, they are not mine. They are for you.”

Surprised you looked at her.

“Why should he give me flowers?”

Your Grandmother just smiled.

“Oh, dear (Y/N), you’ll find out. By the way, have I told you that one time, Gaston…”

You rolled your eyes and listened to another Gaston story from grandmother.

 
At the next Christmas, Gaston was invited too. Like always, he brought candy. A long time ago, you had found out, he did this since many, many years. And your grandmother was right. The candy was delicious.

And your grandmother wouldn’t stop talking about you two.

“Isn’t it a shame, (Y/N), that such a handsome and nice guy like Gaston, isn’t married?!”

“If you say so, grand-mère.”

“And Gaston, can you believe it, that such a sweet and clever woman like (Y/N) isn’t married yet.”

“Hardly.”, Gaston answered and smiled at you.

Your cheeks blushed – a thing they did, whenever Gaston was smiling at you.

“And I think, it’s so lovely you two go hunting.”

“Well, it’s hard to find company who can keep up with me.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, we know. You’re the best hunter ever.”

Gaston grinned.

“It’s true!”

“Ha! The last times, I was better.”

“You think so.”

“I was!”

“Look at you two. Bickering like an old married couple.”

You two stopped and looked at your grandmother.

“Well, time to get the dessert.”

And before you could say anything, your grandmother rushed to the kitchen.

“Married couple…grand-mère tries to be funny.”, you muttered under your breath.

Gaston looked at you and cleared his throat.

“Yeah. She’s a lovely woman.”

“Yeah.”

There was silence.

“But why aren’t you married? I mean, every guy in the village would marry you immediately.”

“Well, I guess, I haven’t found the right man. I want to marry someone, because I love him. I want someone, who respects me and my interests. What about you?”

“Well, I have to admit, it’s highly unusual that guy like me, isn’t married…”, he started and you rolled your eyes and Gaston grinned “…but I guess, it’s the same. Haven’t found the right woman.”

“Really? Not one of the Bimbettes?!”, you joked.

“I would never marry one of them.”, he said and suddenly, he sounded very serious.

“Too dumb?”

“Maybe. But, I want a strong woman. Of course, a woman who wants kids and be my lovely wife, but also a wife, who is self-confident.”

You smiled and there was silence again. Suddenly, Gaston chuckled.

“What?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Come on. What’s so funny.”

“It’s just…your grandmother praised you so much…at one point, she even told me…”

He stopped and looked down at his plate.

“She told what?”

“Nothing, really. Forget it.”

“Come on. Whatever it is, tell me. I mean, she talked about you so much and praised you so much. I know, what you’re talking about. At some point, she even suggested, we should go out. Can you imagine?!”

You laughed. Gaston didn’t laugh.

“Would you?”

“What?”

“Go out with me?”

Taken aback you looked at him.

“Well…I mean…why not?! Spending time with you is always great. And it would make grand-mère happy.”

Gaston smiled a bit.

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“We should do it.”

“Do what?”

“Go out. Maybe grand-mère will stop, if we go out.”

Gaston went silent for some seconds and nodded.

“Okay. Let’s go out. For mamie.”

“For grand-mère.”, you answered and raised your glass.

“Here is the dessert!”

Your grandma entered the room and you looked at Gaston and you both started laughing.

 
Two nights later, you two would go…on a date. On the one side, it felt strange to go on a date with Gaston. But on the other side, you felt really nervous…and excited. And you couldn’t say way. Your grandma was very excited and when Gaston picked you up, she had the biggest smile on her face.

“Have a lovely night!”

 
The night was lovely. You two went to Gaston’s house and he cooked for you. Later, you went to the tavern, where everyone was celebrating and you danced the whole night. You couldn’t remember the last time, you had so much fun and felt so happy.

It was nearly morning, when Gaston escorted you back to your house. You talked about this and that and when you arrived at the house, you sat down at the steps and continued talking. When you started freezing, Gaston put his jacket around your shoulders. You smiled at him and continued to talk.

At some point you yawned and you two walked up the stairs.

“Thanks for the lovely night. I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too.”

You two smiled at each other.

“Maybe we should do this again. You know, for mamie.”, he suggested.

“Yeah, sounds like plan.”

You two stopped in front of the door and looked into each other eyes. You felt something in your stomach…and your heart jumped. Gaston’s eyes were really beautiful and mesmerizing. He looked up and you followed his gaze. A mistletoe. You couldn’t remember, it had been there before.

“Looks like, we’re standing under a mistletoe.”, Gaston said and looked at you again.

“Yes.”

“Isn’t there some myth?!”

“You have to share a kiss under a mistletoe or you have bad luck with love.”, you answered and looked briefly at Gaston’s lips.

For a second you wondered, what it would feel like, to kiss these full lips, who looked so soft. Gaston looked at you and put his hand on your cheek.

“Well…we don’t need more bad luck…right?!”

“No…”

You swallowed and Gaston’s face came closer.

“To be honest, I enjoyed the night very much.”

“Me too.”

“And I wanted to ask you out for a while. I was glad mamie suggested it.”

“Why didn’t you ask?”

“I wasn’t sure, what the answer would be.”

“Why on earth could the Great Gaston be shy?”

“Because I…have feelings for you.”

You felt your breathing stopping.

“And I really want to kiss you right now, but not, if you don’t want it.”

And with that, you kissed him. You felt, how Gaston was putting his arms around you and you put his hands on his chest. And kissing Gaston was the most beautiful thing, you’ve ever did.

hiraeth - V (Spring Day series)

Originally posted by bts-precious-maknae-line

(n.) a deep, inborn sense of yearning for a home, a feeling, a place or a person that is beyond this plane of existence.

They say time heals all wounds.

But Taehyung wondered if this was something Father Time could even remedy. If this: a pain so profound he could feel his knees go weak at the mere thought of her smile… her voice echoing in the reserves of his brain.

He was surrounded by a blanket of white as he stood by the tracks, just staring at the snow covering the railway that has been abandoned for many years. The train station which had ceased its services a few years ago when a new one was made on the other side of the city. Hardly anybody went to the place anymore except maybe for some who liked to have some time alone.

Right now, Taehyung was yearning for that peace; one he couldn’t seem to find amid the busy atmosphere of Seoul.

It was a little funny considering for months Taehyung had avoided that peace; mainly because when silence hovered around you, all you could hear were your thoughts. And it terrified him.

Taehyung felt tears pricking his eyes and he lets out a shaky breath; white puff of smoke coming out his lips.

In the quietness of his surroundings, his mind whirls back to a time long ago—awakening memories of summer and spring time.

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Canon!verse: Swim day. It's summer time and ofc it's the best time for going to the pool. Robbie agrees to go ONLY because reading in the shade is relaxing but then Sport asks him to help apply the sunblock and oh sweet jesus how is he going to say no to rubbing down those muscles

The hottest day of summer rolled around and this time Robbie was actually invited to go to the beach with the others. Nobody really wanted a repeat of last year when the villain hadn’t even been aware of their departure. It took some persuasion when Stephanie asked him over the phone if he wanted to go. He caved rather easily when she told him he wouldn’t have to swim and that they would just like to have his company.

Within a few minutes Robbie had packed a towel to sit on, an ungodly orange umbrella, and a thick book. With any luck the reading would deter anybody running too close to him to get sand in the pages or pressure him into the water.

Robbie met with the group outside of Town Hall, nose twitching nervously as he expected them all to change their collective hive mind and send him away once they saw he actually showed up. He went unscolded though, and he let out a sharp breath as he knew he really was welcome.

“Where is Sportaflop?” He asked as he followed Bessie’s lead and gave Milford his thing to pack into the car, noting everyone but the hero was present.

“He’s meeting us there!” Ziggy chirped.

“He wouldn’t fit in the van with all of us.” Bessie explained. “Milford’s van only seats eight. Sportacus has the airship anyway. Don’t worry Mr. Rotten. He’ll be there.”

“I was not worried.” Robbie huffed.

Bessie just winked at him and moved to get into the driver’s seat. Milford settled into the passenger’s. The middle row was taken by Stephanie, Pixel and Ziggy. Robbie found himself between Trixie and Stingy in the very back. The bickering between them was already giving him a headache and he realised the seating arrangement was probably to keep the two separated by an adult force. It wasn’t working.

They all made it to the beach in one peice regardless of the unending argument between the prankster and the hoarder. Robbie was glad to be out of the vehicle and free of them. He quickly took his things from the trunk, ignoring the fact he caused everything else to fall in the process. It was all coming out anyway.

He was helping.

He set up his towel and umbrella in the driest spot he found that was still in sight of the water. There was a fairly nice breeze as well. Sportadoof hadn’t shown up yet. Determined to indulge in whatever peace he would get today, he opened his book.

He only got a few paragraphs in when a collective gasp caught his attention and he looked up just in time to see the silly blue elf doing a cannonball from the door of his airship. Because of course he would. He was in swim trunks, Robbie noticed, though still wore that goofy blue hat.

The hero made his way to shore and was soon surrounded by his admiring gaggle of children. Robbie took an indulgent second to mock while nobody was paying attention to him. Sportacus caught his eye and he went back to his book quickly, pretending he hadn’t been watching at all.

Robbie had just managed to reach the blissful point of reading where his mind wandered. It was always when he thought of his best inventions. He had one just on the verge of blossoming when suddenly he was aware of another body barging in on his shade and far too close to him.

He flinched away, the half-formed machine in his mind flitting out of his reach. He turned to the hero with a glare.

“Sportasplash! What are you doing!?”

Sportacus just grinned and handed over a bottle labled ‘sunscreen’ but really just smelled foul to Robbie. He took it anyway, confused and waiting for explanation.

“I can’t reach my back. Would you mind?” Sportacus asked. “I can do the rest myself.”

Robbie swore he could feel every single individual blood cell in his body fighting each other to get into his face and he would up agreeing before his rational mind could remind him that he was a villain and not supposed to help his nemesis.

“Sure. Okay. Turn around.” Robbie barked harshly.

Sportacus happily did as told, a cheerful twitch to his mustache that somehow his romp in the water hadn’t marred in the slightest. Robbie wiggled his nose, trying his best to be annoyed that his hands would smell like sunblock for until whenever he washed them as he tipped the bottle over into his palm.

Having never used sunblock himself he guessed it would be best to work his way down and started with the back of the hero’s neck. Sportacus squirmed at the cold but did his best to stay still while Robbie worked. Robbie meanwhile was considerably distracted by the feel of raw muscle under his hands and the fact that, up close, it was clear Sportacus was covered in light freckles.

Robbie decided to try his best to ignore what Sportacus’s body was doing to his brain. And his stomach. And his heart. It sort of worked until he reached lower on the hero’s back and the elf rolled his shoulders before leaning forward to touch his toes.

Robbie could feel every single muscle in Sportacus’s back that was used to complete the motion and was fairly sure he had died for a moment. He didn’t realise his hands were idly kneading in place until Sportacus spoke up.

“Robbie? Are you okay?” He asked, turning.

Robbie felt that too and pushed him away. “I’m fine. You’re done, now go away.”

Sportacus knew his back was only half done, but he could reach the rest himself. The places he couldn’t were covered. He flashed Robbie a grin and the villian choked on his own saliva when he realized Sportacus knew exactly what he had been doing. He didn’t gloat though. He just took the bottle back and flipped away with a ‘Thank you!’ and was back at the edge of the water.

Robbie grumbled to himself and returned his attention to his book, though he could focus on nothing.

another war (is all that pins my hand to your chest)

Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark

Summary: Jon receives a raven from Castle Black; the Long Night is here and Sansa wants to go with him.

A/N: Based on that still that was released today that made me almost cry. Also on AO3.



It was imminent. The Long Night was upon them and all they could do was gather some courage and warm clothing. Jon had learned about it the night before, dark wings, dark words. The parchment from Castle Black consisting of only three words that meant so much more, ‘’They are here.’’


He had summoned a meeting with his private counsel, Davos and Sansa, right away to bear the news. He didn’t have time for anything but make plans and defend his species. He tried not to think what that meant.


Now, he had to tell all those lords that had proclaimed him King in the North what seemed a lifetime ago, that more than half of them and their soldiers were not going to see their wives and children again. Some were not going to even have the chance to marry. He almost couldn’t do it. Sansa started speaking for him. 

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Cheater

Originally posted by markjin

A/N: ..i’m trying guys. I really am.

~Admin Allie

You looked into the refrigerator and stared blankly into it until your eyes went dry from the cold. You looked around for a short time and the perfect food caught your attention. You reached to the bottom of the door and took out a tub of cream cheese icing. You opened the container and saw that there wasn’t much left so you decided to use your finger as an eating utensil. You scooped an unhealthy helping onto your index finger and brought it to your mouth. You licked off all of the icing in one go and hummed at the taste despite it tasting a bit like the fridge itself. You were about to go for another dollop when the sweet treat was being snatched from you. You looked up, already pissed with whoever it was that quickly ended your happy moment.

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