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10 Baby Facts for SPN Fic Authors

[I swear this is not a rant - it ISN’T. Honest.]

It is actually kind of cool to realize that you possess specialty knowledge that may be of use to others. Stuff that you didn’t really KNOW you knew, until, of course, you are reading along in a fic and something the author describes (or the character says) brings your brain to a screeching halt. “That’s not right – it can’t possibly happen that way…” And then you go and do actual research to back up your gut knowledge. This little FAQ is the result of one such realization.

My dad fixed antique and classic cars for a living from 1964 – 1978, owning his own showroom for 3 years near the end of that time. Born in 1966, I grew up playing in old cars, hiding in floorboards and exploring them to my heart’s content. Our family car for several years was a 1966 Thunderbird, but when dad went to car shows, we rode in whatever he wanted to show off. I’ve been in rumble seats, hard top convertibles, cars with windshields that laid down flat, and cars with no roof, doors, or walls of any kind. My 1st car was a fully restored 1966 mustang. Without really realizing it, I soaked up a LOT of inherent understandings about older cars. The information below is based in that knowledge, backed up with some internet research.

The following is true about Baby (the character in SPN, not necessarily the actual cars that play her): 

1) Compared to most modern sedans, Baby is BIG. Like REALLY BIG. She is 17 and ¾ feet long (5.4 meters) and 7 feet 8 inches wide (2.03 meters). Allowing for door thickness on either side and the gaps between doors and bench seat, I’m betting the front seat is a little over 5 feet wide. Given basic geometry and human skeletal limitations, this means it is not possible for the passenger to have their head resting against the passenger door/window AND place their hand on the driver’s thigh. If the passenger is in this position, the driver can,  at best, entwine fingers with the passenger’s outstretched hand. That’s IT (even with Sam’s monkey arms). Sitting up straight, yes. Slumped over, no. On the plus side, this is why the guys can, in fact, get some sleep in her (and have fun in the back seat).

2) Despite how big Baby is, she is kinda short. Baby is only 54 inches high (4’6” or 138 cm). INSIDE the car, she is slightly less than 4 feet tall total. This means that the following actions WILL make you bump your head (or butt or hands or feet) on the ceiling unless you are very very slow and careful: climbing over the back seat, straddling someone’s lap, taking off your pants or t-shirt (unless nearly lying down in the seat), and lunging across the front bench seat to attack someone bodily. And you will look graceless doing it. [Ahem, trust me on these, I KNOW.] Additional negative modifiers for Sam due to height.

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Seek (Jungkook/Reader)

Hogwarts!AU Mini Series | One · Two

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Genre: Smut - Hogwarts!AU

Words: 10.8K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: This was, without a doubt, the craziest thing you had ever done. Roughly inspired by the Goblet of Fire.

Tags: Grinding, oral sex, fingering, etc. 

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.


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Every day, Words With Friends shows me a “match of the day” person they say they hand-picked *just for me*, and want me to play against.

The suggestions are priceless.

First of all, roughly 50% are grandmas.

Another 20% are middleaged guys with sunglasses who reeeaaally like to take selfies in their cars.

#1 looks to be in a driver’s seat, whereas #2 is in a passenger sea– … wait, are they in the same car? 

Are they double-car-sunglasses-selfie buddies?!

I’m not entirely sure what’s happening in this photo… which one’s Jolene? Is she the too-bright one in the foreground with no face?

…also, where on earth are they? Tile floor, some kind of seating, floor-mounted computer kiosk… I’m so confused.

At least this shot makes sense.

These nice people just wanted to take a selfie with the damp pavement outside their house. I mean, hey, we’ve all been there.

At first, I thought the app was just suggesting some guy named Steve, but then I looked at the photo, and – plot twist – it appears Steve might actually be his last name.

This also raises the question of what mother decided to name their kid Tyler Steve.

…and the same goes for the mother that named her son Zyngawf 34260864.

Poor, poor Pippifuzz. They’re just a ghostly outline, doomed forever to haunt the halls of Words With Friends suggestions.

Brandon doesn’t have it much better, seeing as he’s a cloud of mist next to a bridge. At least he has a semi-corporeal body, unlike poor Pippifuzz.


Fred… Fred’s seen some hard times.

…also, yes, the Bumble wants to play Words With Friends with me. I’m flattered.

As does this dog.

As does–…

…wait… Gandalf?

GANDALF!

YOU’RE ALIVE

GANDALF IS ALIVE AND WANTS TO PLAY WORDS WITH FRIENDS WITH ME

Mottled Roses

Mottled Roses | Dan lives in a world where, when someone starts losing friendship, interest, or love for you, a rose magically appears on your bedside table, and you have one last chance to try and fix things before the last petal falls. His best friend Phil promised that Dan would never receive a rose from Phil, but one morning… Dan does. | Phan | Teen and Up | Happy Ending | 3,989 words

Thanks to @botanistlester who let me have the prompt someone gave her. I ended up doing this in a big of a different style than I normally would, but I hope you guys still like it :))

(Ao3) (Prompt)

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BnHA Profile: Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa is one of the cleverest, most underrated characters in BnHA, and I’m not just saying that because he’s voiced by Suwabe and therefore immediately on Lethey’s Love List. This is a guy that sort of drags himself through life, doing good deeds without seemingly getting a lot of satisfaction from it. He’s almost an anti-hero even though he’s more pure than several of the other characters in the series. So let’s break him down.

Out of the Limelight

Aizawa is an ‘underground’ hero. He avoids the media, he stays out of all the flashy stuff and really, the only reason people like Izuku know his name is because, well, Izuku is a massive nerd.
As a hero, but also personality-wise, Aizawa is a clear foil for All Might. One is always smiling, embracing fame to become a symbol of peace that stops villains everywhere from even wanting to start shit. He’s super flashy, cares deeply about appearance and also he’s just… huge and muscular.
Eraserhead, meanwhile, has a resting bitch face, looks like he hasn’t showered in days, wears basic black pyjamas wherever he goes and he shrinks back from attention like a vampire seeing the first rays of the sun.
This contrast extends to their fighting style. All Might is all about power and speed. He’s an all-rounder that overwhelms his opponents with a super-quirk. Meanwhile, Aizawa is an incredibly specialised hero that needs a clear strategy and an extensive knowledge of martial arts to even stand a chance. In many ways All Might is to Aizawa what Izuku is to Shinsou, someone blessed with overwhelming power and therefore hard to deal with. It’s not really that difficult to see why they don’t get along very well.

 (spoilers from the manga under the cut) (also this stuff is just really long ok)
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I’ve Got You Under My Skin

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS).
Pairing: 
 Reader x Bones.
Prompt: Requested by @trekken81 – Bones fluff.
Word Count: 3713.
Warnings:
None.
Rating: Teen+.
Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, darlin’!  This semester has been kicking my ass.  I hope you like this!  Soulmate AU – tattoos.


I’ve Got You Under My Skin

You take a deep breath as you climb out of the shuttle that has just delivered you to your new post as head nurse on the U.S.S. Enterprise.  Looking around, you’re already thrown by the ship’s grandeur – its shuttle bay alone is easily three times the size of the one on the Enyo.  As your gaze travels back down from the ceiling, you’re met with the sight of the captain, the first officer, and another man standing in the doorway to the rest of the ship.

“Welcome aboard,” he addresses you and the handful of other new crew members standing around you.  “My name is James Tiberius Kirk and I’ll be your new captain. To my right is Commander Spock, my first officer, and to my left you’ll find our Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy.  I trust you’re all ready to devote yourselves to this ship and its mission.”

You and the others nod and the captain continues with a bright and easy smile.

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Ride Me | Ivar Cowboy AU

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Words: 3000+

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)


Warnings: Dirty talk, oral (male recieving), choking, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal sex

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Author’s Note: Whew, you ready for this? Thank the Gods for Google Docs! There is some lingo in this, so if you have no idea what is going on, feel free to message me! Slightly based on real events from when I was an 18 year old rodeo bunny.  Enjoy!
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Friday nights were always the same in Custer; stale whisky and too many of the same faces at Maggie’s Place. Of course, Maggie’s was the only bar in town so you kept coming back, but some change would be nice. You folded your arms across the wooden counter, munching on a few peanuts while you watched your old high-school friend, Jimmy, mix an experimental drink. He slid the concoction across to you, a grin on his boyish face.

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road trip with monsta x

Minhyuk
• lots of car games (I spy, guess the license plate, etc.)
• you’ll end up reminding him not to pick up strangers or hitchhikers
• would buy all kinds of souvenirs from places you go to
• like a t-shirt that says “I went to ___ and all I got was this lousy t-shirt”

Wonho
• he would document everything: loads of picture taking (selcas, signs on the road, food from the convenience store…)
• would make sure you see as many fun sites as possible
• sing-along (very loudly) to every song that plays on the radio!
• would book cheap hotels 

Kihyun
• he’ll be ready with the maps (should you require it), trash can, first-aid kit, cleansing wipes, batteries, chargers etc. 
• would argue with the GPS “I think we should turn right.” “No, I don’t trust it”
• very planned and organized trips 
• would make up road games with you 

I.M.
• “are we there yet?” “i’m hungry” “I need to pee.” 
• would stick his head out of the window when he’s in the passenger seat
• kind of a reckless driver; might fall asleep in front of the wheel
• would get lost (probably) and refuse to ask for directions

Jooheon
• would take charge of all the music played throughout the journey
• “I’m the driver, I’m in charge of the music” *wink*
• would probably drive so far that you can’t afford to get back.
• would drink a lot so he would also stop a lot to pee

Hyungwon
• he’ll be pretty much asleep most of the time probably
• or would be complaining that the backseat is not very comfortable
• nighttime road trip ends up into stargazing!
• “I got you this flower from the gas station”

Shownu
• would want to try different kinds of food everywhere. Food trip!!!
• so the car would end up with lots of rubbish 
• wouldn’t consult a map or GPS so of course you’ll get lost but you’ll discover so many cool, new places
• “It’s all part of the adventure!” 

Don’t be THAT soprano.

There aren’t many girls in this show–maybe four?  Maybe ten guys?  So when we had our first readthrough, the music director asked which of us were high sopranos.  I raised my hand, and two of the three other girls shot their hands up like their lives depending on it.  With pride.  Not the, “I worked hard and I can be proud of myself!” way, but in the, “Psh, you think you’re cool?  I can hit a high C, so take a seat” kind of pride.  I told them that I was super flexible, though, and they should put me where they need me.  I’m not picky.  So, naturally I end up in the alto section–the only alto–no big deal, though.  


We get to music rehearsal yesterday, and we’re working on this piece, and it’s been arranged rather oddly.  There are some unusually high soprano notes, because the arranger was a bari and didn’t quite get that those notes aren’t comfortable or appropriate for the style of music he’s doing.  No big deal, though, we’ll make it work.  So he asks, “Which of you wants to pop up to that high note?”  Of course, I’m a lowly alto (really, they’re treating me like I’m a second class citizen because I’m singing the alto part) so I’m not in this conversation, and the girls look at each other, and I can see the competition in their eyes.  WHO GETS TO SING THE HIGH NOTE?!   One of them finally says, “I’ll do it,” and they decide on her.  Fine, great.  Then she promptly makes this face and says, “I mean, I’m always the one doing the high note, so whatever.”  


Okay, chickadee, let’s take a breath here.  You guys were ready to duel to the death for this high note, and now you’re going to “complain” about how it’s such a buuuuurden to sing that note?  No, I’m sorry.  I can see the joy in your eyes, I can see the triumph.  This high note is your victory, you’re now better than anybody else in the room.  


Now, we go on to the rest of rehearsal, hopping along, and we get to this belt section where this girl pretty much leads the song.  We start singing it, and she’s knocking it up an octave, so she’s belting like…High As.   The director stops her and says, “Oh, you know, you don’t need to knock those up an octave,” and she says, “Oh, I know, I want to,” and he says, “…Well it’s not written like that…”  She says, “But I can!  I can hit those notes!” and I’m thinking, girl.  I get that you can hit them.  We can all hit them.  The music isn’t written up the octave. It’s not in the style, it’s not appropriate. Just because you CAN doesn’t mean you SHOULD.  She compromised by saying, “I’m going to work on it, you’ll like it, I promise.”  (She then proceeded to tell me that we were taking the song under tempo for my sake, so that I  could learn the harmonies and feel comfortable, because she was ready to take it up to tempo even though I was not.  Girl.  I have been sight reading these pieces all rehearsal, and I’m rockin’ it.  Please, let’s go up to tempo, be my guest.  GAH!)


Finally, we get to this one song that’s more choral-y, and this song I’m actually designated on the top line.  I really don’t care either way, I’ve just been sight reading the harmonies the whole time.  But one of the other girls gets this concerned look on her face and says, “Oh, I though I was the soprano on this part…” and the music director says, “No, actually Christine is the top on this song, you’re going to be alto.”  And she gets super flustered and says, “I mean, I just don’t know that part, I’m not sure if I can do it….”  Meanwhile, we’re all learning the songs right now.  This isn’t the fifth rehearsal where we’re switching everything up and she’s now super inconvenienced.  Part of me thought of saying that I would just do the alto part, but then I decided not to.  I was assigned that part, you were assigned that part, why is it a big deal?  So the director asks, “I mean, is it a problem you’re on the alto line,” and she gets this disappointed look and shrugs and says, “I mean, it’s just not as fun I guess.”  


Ladies, hear me when I say this.  Do NOT be this girl.  This is the reason why we sopranos get a bad name.  Because we won’t be flexible, because we get pouty when we don’t get the highest note, because we beg for the top harmony and then pretend to complain because it’s so hard.  If it’s so hard, don’t take it!  And honestly, it’s okay to find those notes fun!  They are fun, they’re a blast to sing!  But don’t go pretending it’s some inconvenience to you, we can all see through that act.  That’s the stereotype that sopranos have, that’s the reputation.  Don’t be that.  Be pleasant, flexible, go with the flow, take the notes assigned to you, and for heaven’s sake, stop treating others like they’re lesser singers because they aren’t on the top harmonies.  


This has been a public service announcement.


Your friendly neighborhood soprano (who is horrified by some of her fellow singers),

Christine

anonymous asked:

I agree with what you just said in a ask about kookmin being subtle and not having many flashy moments (at least from 2015 to now) but that neck grab at the fanmeeting in february didint strike you as a bit fanservicey?

I don’t think it was at all. In fact, I think it was the farthest thing from fan service, and it was instead a mistake that they accidentally did, and got in trouble for. And here’s why: 

1. Jimin hit almost every member with the giant poke ball, including yoongi, but he didn’t touch any of them on the neck afterwards, which… if it was fan service, he could’ve done it (or something similar) to all of them. 

2. The way jungkook acted when jm rubbed and fondled his neck was a dead giveaway he wasn’t expecting it, but was happy it had happened. 

(gif cred to rightful owner, idk who that is). 

3. The way that jin reacted was priceless. He had seen the entire thing through the phone that he was taking a selfie with, and istg that boy was so shocked after it had happened, he legit turned around in his seat. (kind of see it in this video) 

4. The way that they acted afterwards is suspicious as hell. Jimin immediately walked off and acts as though he’s trying to brush off what  he just did. Jungkook takes out a camera and acts all nervous as he takes a selfie and then he just gets up and like starts walking around for no reason. 

Honestly, the reaction from the members, jkook themselves, etc, etc, just don’t make this fan service to me. But instead a simple mistake that they did. It’s not necessarily anything romantic, and could be a platonic mistake (i guess lololol), but it just doesn’t seem like their other fan service (ie. the 21cg dance, or when jm and jk like talk about certain things at fan meets). Not only that, but jikook slip up a lot at fan meets, because they often do things that shock other members and they get awkward about. Like how they accidentally ignore fans (we know that ain’t fan service, cuz it’s the oppostie of what most fans want) to play with each other. Or the time when jungkook slapped jm’s butt and jm stared at him all shocked. Or the time when jk called jm princess and he got all flustered.

there is a particular type of emptiness that comes on a person between the hours of 11pm and 4am wherein your body sends steadily more confusing signals about what it wants, which you dutifully try to interpret. do we want a pink donut, you ask yourself? dutifully, a pink donut is procured and eaten, but the emptiness persists. do we want a toasted ham and cheese sandwich instead, perhaps to eat while reading a suitable fanfic, curled up in the kind of comfortable window-seat our house does not, in fact, possess? what do we want, brain-body?

here is the answer: what we crave in these moments isn’t nourishment, but acknowledgement freely offered, as opposed to covertly solicited. we sit awake while others sleep and hope our distant friends will sense, by some animal gnosis apart from us, that we want their company; will know to reassure us that we’re not wasting their time, that they’re thinking of us, that we’re valued and wanted. it’s a complex sort of hunger, and one the human body is evidently ill-equipped to convey to its resident ghost in any clearly distinguished fashion. 

so instead, we make terrible decisions involving carbohydrates while squinting at unsatisfactory literature. because existential crises.

Twelve Odd WWII Facts

You might enjoy this from Col D. G. Swinford, USMC, Retired and a history buff. You would really have to dig deep to get this kind of ringside seat to history:

1. The first German serviceman killed in WW II was killed by the Japanese ( China , 1937 ) , The first American serviceman killed was killed by the Russians ( Finland 1940 ) ; The highest ranking American killed was Lt Gen Lesley McNair, killed by the US Army Air Corps.

2. The youngest US serviceman was 12 year old: Calvin Graham, USN. He was wounded and given a Dishonorable Discharge for lying about his age. His benefits were later restored by act of Congress.

3. At the time of Pearl Harbor , the top US Navy command was called CINCUS (pronounced ‘sink us’ ) ; The shoulder patch of the US Army’s 45th Infantry division was the swastika. Hitler’s private train was named 'Amerika.’ All three were soon changed for PR purposes.

4. More US servicemen died in the Air Corps than the Marine Corps. While completing the required 30 missions, an airman’s chance of being killed was 71%.

5. Generally speaking, there was no such thing as an average fighter pilot. You were either an ace or a target. For instance, Japanese Ace Hiroyoshi Nishizawa shot down over 80 planes. He died while a passenger on a cargo plane.

6. It was a common practice on fighter planes to load every 5th round with a tracer round to aid in aiming. This was a big mistake. Tracers had different Ballistics so (at long range ) if your tracers were hitting the target 80% of your rounds were missing. Worse yet tracers instantly told your enemy he was under fire and from which direction. Worst of all was the practice of loading a string of tracers at the end of the belt to tell you that you were out of ammo. This was definitely not something you wanted to tell the enemy.
Units that stopped using tracers saw their success rate nearly double and their loss rate go down.

7. When allied armies reached the Rhine , the first thing men did was pee in it. This was pretty universal from the lowest private to Winston Churchill (who made a big show of it ) and Gen. Patton (who had himself photographed in the act ) .

8. German ME-264 bombers were capable of bombing New York City , but they decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

9. German submarine U-120 was sunk by a malfunctioning toilet.

10. Among the first 'Germans’ captured at Normandy were several Koreans.  They had been forced to fight for the Japanese Army until they were captured by the Russians and forced to fight for the Russian Army until they were captured by the Germans and forced to fight for the German Army until they were captured by the US Army.

11. Following a massive naval bombardment, 35,000 United States and Canadian troops stormed ashore at Kiska, in the Aleutian Islands . 21 troops were killed in the assault on the island… It could have been worse if there had actually been any Japanese on the island.

12. The last marine killed in WW2 was killed by a can of spam. He was on the ground as a POW in Japan when rescue flights dropping food and supplies came over, the package came apart in the air and a stray can of spam hit him and killed him.

Binary Star (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum / Mark

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,282

Summary: In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”

You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos.

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It’s hard growing up loving books because you read all these stories about extraordinary people who save the world and do all this badass shit and like you sooo wish you had that kind of life but instead you go to school or work and you run to the store to pick up bread, and everyday you wake up hoping you’ll get to go on some grand adventure and every night you learn that it’s just not gonna happen and that kind of deep seated longing is unbearable.

anonymous asked:

Do you wonder what kind of drivers Eric and Dylan were?

Dylan had a reputation as a fast driver and Eric drove pretty fast too. Whenever Dylan would drive over Eric’s and park his car, the neighbors were aware of him driving in the neighborhood too fast as it was in their 11K account.  Dylan also got a speeding ticket in February and then one for running a red light also, in the same month.  Officer Walsh, the police officer that busted the two for the van theft arrest in January, was the dude that ticketed Dylan for one of these violations. o.O. (Just imagine that. haha oh boy)  Dylan’s parents also critiqued his driving skills and whether he’d remember his seat belt which, of course, annoyed the fuck out of him.  In Sue’s book she described Dylan taking the wheel as they drove the long trek down to the University of Arizona and in the beginning, she was kind of clutching the seat as he drove with the seat tilted back and one long pinky finger on the steering wheel. Just picturing this gives me a fit of lulz. ;) Eric got a speeding ticket once too which did not go over well with his parents. You can imagine he got grounded probably more severely than was necessary..  Eric raced with friends down the streets in Littleton while filming video productions and drove in reckless pursuit through the very tight corners of the Senior parking lot at CHS (5:10)  too as seen in Highway Patrol (his video production spoof on the tv show Cops). 

“seat-thief“ - jeon wonwoo

this is kinda boring, i’m sorry D:

-cc

  • wonwoo x reader
  • fluff
  • word count: 1328 
  • plot: the last thing you expected was to fall for the boy who stole your favorite seat. 
  • request: 💌

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The beauty of your town’s library was that it was often near to, if not totally, empty.

You’re quite a social person- you like to think you are, at least. But the quiet that comes with an empty library has always been rather blissful to you. With it, you’re able to enjoy your reading, no interruptions. And even better, you never see anyone you know from school. 

“Hi, Leanne.” You acknowledged the librarian on your way in with a warm smile. She knew a simple nod would suffice before you made your way into the fiction section and got familiar with a new book.

After settling on an old mystery novel, your legs carried you towards the seating area. You were quite sure that you’d be able to find your way with your eyes closed- considering, you come to this exact library and sit in the same exact seat, just about every day. At this point, you had to have some sort of muscle memory. 

As you turned the corner, heading straight towards your favorite armchair, your mouth dropped to form a tiny ‘o’. 

There, in your chair, was a boy, immersed in the largest book you’d ever seen. Your chair, that had a view out the window, overlooking the town. Your chair, just below the heating vent. The only chair in the whole sitting area with a leg rest–

Okay, maybe you’re overreacting a little. You’re a creature of tradition, of repetition and routine, you just couldn’t help but feel a little unsettled.

You let out one huff of childlike annoyance, before settling on the armchair across from your usual one. Your fingers traced the cover of your book for a moment, before flipping to the first page. One day in this sucky seat is no big deal, right? Things will be back to normal in no time, no need to waste time being upset.

However, you were soon drained of your positivity. You had found yourself re-reading the first line over and over for at least five minutes. Shutting the book in frustration, you sighed deeply. 

It’s quite rude to stare, you know that, but the thoughts were eating away at your brain. You gave in to them, peering up at your armchair and its’ current inhabiter.

The boy’s hair was black as tar and he had the eyes to match. He was oddly still, the only signs of movement being his chest, which rose just as slowly as it fell, and his eyes, of course, as they danced across the pages. It was peaceful looking, really. 

He wasn’t doing anything wrong- in fact, he wasn’t doing much at all. Yet, you still had a certain indignation towards him. For the first time ever, you couldn’t concentrate in the library’s pin-drop silence. And you were irritated, to say the least.


Your scowl got deeper each day you showed up to the library and he was there in your favorite chair. The seat-thief.

On this particular day, you’d practically ran from school, in hopes you’d beat him to it. But of course, you were never that lucky. And so you dragged yourself to your substitute armchair, which was rather lumpy, panting and sweaty.

You were too stubborn to confront the boy, mentally willing him to notice the way you glared at him and realize the great wrong-doing he had inflicted you with. But, alas, he was oblivious to your presence. 

Or so you thought.

You had been tracing his features in your mind, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you did so, when his dark eyes locked with yours. 

So far, you hadn’t seen him with anything other than his signature deadpan expression. However, then and there, the seat-thief’s expression softened and he smiled tentatively at you.


As more days passed, your anger had subsided and butterflies took its’ place. 

You’re no dummy. You knew that you were developing an innocent little crush on the seat-thief. 

Each time you rounded the corner, you’d glance at him several times before taking your seat, hoping he’d look up and meet your gaze. You were more conscious of his presence than ever, if that was even possible.

Nowadays, you barely did any reading at all. With a book, about who knows what, flipped open on your lap, you admired him. Instead of sour glances in his direction, you analyzed all his most beautiful aspects. 

And every once and a while, if you were lucky, he’d send you that cute, little smile when he caught you staring.


“Y/N,” Leanne addressed you softly as you were passing her desk. She peered at you through her reading glasses, smile-wrinkles forming around her eyes. “That book you were waiting for finally came in.”

You beamed, clapping your hands together with enthusiasm. “Yay! Can I check it out now or..?”

“Actually, someone had it on hold already. They’re supposed to come get it around 6:30.” Leanne explained, “If you want, you can have at it until then. I know you’re a fast reader.”

You accepted her kind offer. Hopefully, the seat-thief’s presence wouldn’t hinder your mission. You were determined to finish the book before 6:30 and nothing was going to stop you.

Keeping your eyes on the ground, you completely disregarded the boy on your way to the seating area. Sometimes, you swore you felt his eyes on you as you read, but you didn’t dare to look up.

Around four hours later, the sun began sinking below the city’s skyline. You were so close to finishing the book, as it wasn’t all that thick, but the clock on the wall’s ticking kept you more than aware of your time restriction.

6:30 came and went, with no sign of Leanne. Surely she’d come find you if she needed the book?

The sound of a backpack zipping grabbed your attention for a moment. You’d never stayed long enough to see the seat-thief go home, and so up until right now, you figured he was living in the library.

And then, out of no where, a voice deeper than Marianas Trench was above you, ringing in your ears. “You can keep it for as long as you want.”

 Cautiously, you lifted your head until you were holding his gaze. He must’ve saw the big, fat question mark on your face, because he elaborated a moment later with, “I had that book on hold, but you can keep it longer if you want. I’ve read it already, anyway.” His lips formed a lopsided grin, cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.

“O-oh!” You cringed at how shaky your voice came out. “Thanks!”

He nodded, his face showing some sort of mental conflict as he tried to think of what to say next. “I’m Wonwoo, by the way. What’s your name?”

Wonwoo.

Your heart palpitated and you almost forgot to respond. “Y/N.” You felt your cheeks heat up. You were totally spacing out! “You’re here everyday, huh? I’ve been seeing you a lot.”

Wonwoo’s shoulders relaxed as you kept the conversation going. He’s insanely tall, towering over you in your seat. He bobbed his head happily, his hands balled up in the sleeves of his sweater. “I actually just moved here. This library has so many good books- and the seats are really comfortable, too!”

You almost laughed out loud at his mention of the armchair. It seemed a little odd to explain how much you had loathed him for stealing that seat, when you’d only just officially met. Instead, you simply agreed, smiling to yourself as he settled into the armchair to your left and let his backpack slide to the carpet.

It was only the beginning, but you could already see it. 

You and Wonwoo, in the seating area tucked in the back of the library, squished together in your favorite chair, holding hands. 

The seat-thief smiled at you and you were quite sure he was thinking the same thing. 

anonymous asked:

That feeling when a customer comes in to buy three bar stools and when you get it to their tiny car their trunk is full of water bottles and their back seats have two kinds car seats. Where did you expect me to put these three boxes, lady?

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

A/N: Hello Again! I just wanted to say Thank you for taking time to read my little story. You don’t know how much I appreciate it or how happy it makes me to see that people actually like what I’m writing. So Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! You are wonderful, and I hope you’re having or have had a great day, if not I hope this brings you some small happiness. Wishing you the best! Hope you enjoy! (All lyrics will be in bold italics) Oh and little warning I used Google translate for this because I don’t know french.
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She is the sweetest thing that I know…

From the first moment you and Lafayette met, he knew he had met the sweetest person in the world. You had both been at a small café…

There was a huge crash and Lafayette looked over to see what it was. A girl had dropped a tray of food and drinks. She looked incredibly embarrassed and on the verge of tears. And that’s when he saw you. The second you heard the crash and saw the girls expression, you immediately went to help her. You started picking up pieces of glass and food that had spilled, she tried to decline your act of kindness, but before she could, you started talking.

“I used to work at a restaurant, and let me tell you, I don’t know how many times I tripped and made a mess, or how many customers, I may or may not have hit in the head with a tray. And that was just my first day,” you give her a smile, and a chuckle. “I eventually got the hang of it, and so will you, we all have days when nothing really goes right. Don’t beat yourself up over one little mishap.” You help her finish cleaning up, place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and give her a wink and a kind smile before returning to your seat.

Your kindness completely astonished Lafayette, no one else moved a muscle to help the girl, and you were by her side in a second. It was your kindness that Lafayette had been attracted to first, but as he approached you, he could she just how beautiful you were. The way your hair was tucked behind your ear, the little smile you had as you read your book, the curve of your face. He was drawn like a moth to a flame.

“Um, excuse me,” you look up at him surprised that this very tall, incredibly gorgeous guy was talking to you, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to tell you that your kindness inspires me, and you’re incroyablement beau,” at your confused face he corrected himself, “I’m sorry, incredibly beautiful.” He chuckles to himself, “you’re incredibly beautiful.”

You blush furiously and look down, then glance up at him again, “Thank you, so are you,” he gives a small smile and you realize what you said and quickly correct yourself, “I mean you’re very handsome.” Your blush intensifies, as he gives a small laugh, and the most wonderful sound.

“Would you mind if I sat with you?”, he asks hand on the chair across from you. You look into his dark brown eyes and see nothing but kindness.

“No, not at all. I’d like that,” you both smile at each other and that’s how your relationship begins.

You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low, shakes my soul like a pot hole everytime…

Lafayette discovered how shy you were as your relationship blossomed from friendship to significant others. You would blush everytime he held your hand, or look away whenever he complimented you. But he could see you slowly becoming more confident in your relationship. He was pleasantly surprised when you began grabbing his hand to hold, and placing little kisses on his cheek, he reveled in your sweet giggles, as a blush grew on his cheeks. Once he knew you were comfortable enough with him, he would pull you close and give you a quick kiss on the lips, everytime you kissed his cheek. Making the butterflies in your stomach flutter, and making you feel special.

Took my heart upon a one way trip, guess she went wandering off with it, unlike most woman I know, this one will bring it back whole.

Lafayette was completely enraptured in you, he trusted you with everything in him. He trusted you with his deepest secrets, fears, and flaws, knowing you would love him no matter what. Giving you his heart was one of the easiest things he’d ever had to do. With your kind heart and loving soul he had no fear you would ever break it.

Daisies, daisies perched upon your forehead. Oh baby lately I know

He knew how much you loved daisies, often deeming them the friendliest flower. So, he decided to take you to a whole field of them for your birthday. He had you close your eyes, as you reached the clearing. As your eyes opened and you saw hundreds of thousands of daisies, you squealed and jumped into his arms and kissed him as he easily caught you. As he released you, you immediately ran into the field, twirling while soaking up the sun and the beauty around you. He stood watched you, smiling wide as you twirled and even took a few pictures.

You couldn’t be happier that day, sitting in a field of daisies with your favorite person, you felt so full of love. Which was a big deal for you, having been hurt before due to your kind nature. But with Laf you knew you would be okay, you loved him more than anyone before, and you couldn’t deny how he felt about you. With the loving words he spoke, to his actions to make you feel special and loved everyday, there was no on else for you.

Lost in thought you didn’t notice Lafayette making you a crown of daisies. He held it out to you, “Chaque ange s besoin d'un halo, mon amour,” he says before placing it on your head. You smile at him knowing he called you an angel and the he had made you a ‘halo’, you hadn’t told him you’d been learning french.

“Laf, it’s beautiful, I love it, thank you,” you reply as you tackle him with another kiss, which he thoroughly enjoys wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling into your kiss.

Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love aren’t we?

That night you went back to his apartment and spent the night. With his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest, you felt so full of love, “we’re in love, aren’t we Laf?”

You feel him go a little stiff before he sits both of you up. He stares at you as a smile grows on his face, You smile back, “I certainly am, Laf, I love you so”-

He immediately cuts you off with a slow, sweet, searing kiss, holding you tight against him. You kiss him back, pouring all your love for him into it, until you need pull away to take a breath. You both rest your foreheads together.

“Oui, mon amour, we are madly in love. I am so in love with you, mon cher, mon couer,” you smile knowing what he meant, and bring him in for another kiss.

Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby. I feel safe when you’re holding me near…

It wasn’t long after, that you moved in together. You had taken to spending more time at his apartment than your own, so when he asked you to move in with him, you immediately said yes. Laf was so happy, he honestly hated not having you with him, especially when he was going to sleep. You made him feel safe, like he was whole and nothing could take him down. Your love made him feel invincible.

Love the way that you conquer your fear. You know hearts don’t break around here.

It scared you at first how fast and how hard you fell for him, having had bad relationships in the past. But his kind eyes, and loving nature made you feel safe and free. You knew that when you fell he would be there to catch you and lift you up. You could give him your heart with out hesitation or fear. You always remembered the love and certainty in his eyes the one time you did let your fear get the best of you….

You were cuddled with Laf on his couch, and you had been out all day just enjoying yourselves and each other. You couldn’t help but remember all the women that looked at him and tried to catch his eye. He paid them no attention, he was focused on you. You had been cheated on before and you couldn’t help the fear and doubt that he could get bored with you and run off with someone else.

Laf noticed you were distracted and the way your face had fallen into a small frown. “Mon amour? What’s wrong?” he was immediately worried.

“It’s nothing Laf,” you don’t want bring it up, he’s been wonderful. He presses on though not wanting you to be upset.

“Please, mon cher, tell me what’s bothering you,” you look into his concerned eyes and feel your heart swell a bit.

“I’m just scared, I guess,” he looks confused.

“Of what?” he didn’t understand.

“Laf, do you know what an amazing guy you are?” you say, “Not only are you devastatingly handsome, but you also happen to be the most caring, funny, smart, charismatic person I’ve ever met.” He smiles at your description of him, but his smile falls as you continue, “ and I’m this huge clutz, I’m not amazingly beautiful, I’m not witty or funny, and while I know I have a good heart, I don’t know if that’s enough to keep you with me.” His heart breaks at your words, you think you’re not enough for him, it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

He takes your hands in his and kisses both of them, before looking you straight in the eyes, so you can have no doubt of the sincerity of his words. “You are amazingly beautiful, inside and out. I’ve never met anyone who makes me smile or laugh the way you do. And I happen to like catching you when you trip,” he laughs and so do you, it’s happened on more than one occasion. “Your heart, mon amour, it’s the most beautiful thing about you. Your kindness and selfless nature are the first things about you I fell in love with.” He cradles your face in his hands, “not enough to keep here with you? Non, mon amour, your heart is what will make me yours forever.” He wipes away the tears that spilled over your cheeks at his declaration. He smiles, a loving smile at you, “Don’t you know, mon cher?”

“What?” you smile back at him resting your hand on his as he cradles your face.

“Hearts don’t break around here,” you laugh a little and grab his shirt, pulling him in for a slow, burning kiss.

You never doubted his love for you ever again, you never had the chance.

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She is the river flow in Orwell, and tin wind chimes used for doorbells…

You and Laf had been together for two years, and he couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him. He had everything planned out. He took you down to a little river you both loved and he made a small candlelit picnic for the two of you.

He grew more nervous as the moment came closer, you both sat looking up at the stars. You had your back against Lafs chest, with his arms around you and you felt so at peace. But you noticed Lafs foot slightly bouncing, “Are you alright, love? You seem a bit jittery.”

“Actually, mon amour, there’s something I want to ask you,” you turn to look at him and he gives you a nervous smile. You’re confused and wait for his question, but he starts to stand and offers you his hand to lift you up as well. You take his hand and stand in front of him, your hands still in his.

“Laf? What’s going on? What did you want ask me?” you’re so confused, is it a bad question? Is something wrong? You were having such a wonderful time. Laf seeing your confusion and questions, gets down on one knee, you gasp.

“Mon amour chéri, you have lit up my life, with your kind heart, and loving soul. There is no one in this world, who could make me as happy as you do, no one makes me laugh harder, smile wider, or makes me feel complete the way you do.” You eyes start to well up with tears, “There is no one else I would ever want to spend the rest of my life with. You are mon couer, mon seul et unique, mon monde, mon tout.” He pauses and releases your hands, takes out a small velvet box and holds out to you, “will you marry me, (Y/N)?”

You jump into his arms, and say between peppering kisses all over his face, “Oui, mon ame, un million fois oui, avec tout en moi,” before kissing him on the lips.

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Fields and trees, and her smell fill my lungs. Spent my summer time beside her and the rest of the year the same.

Today was the day, the day you and Laf would become one. You both decided to have a summer wedding, and decided the location would be the very place Laf proposed.

Laf stood with his three groomsmen to his left and the officiant to his right, waiting for you to walk down the aisle. Hercules, his best man and best friend, puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder, Laf takes a deep breath, and there you are. You look beautiful, almost ethereal, like an angel, floating towards him. You take his breath away as you look into each other’s eyes, feeling as if there is only the two of you.

As you reach him, your hands immediately grasp each other, and you smile at one another, lost in your own world before the officiant clears his throat to get your attention. Your guests laugh, as you both blush. You both recite your vows with love in every word. You exchange rings and say I do, and Laf gets to kiss the bride, as everyone cheers, as you are deemed husband and wife. As you pull away and rest your foreheads against each other, you both whisper “I love you.”

She is the flint that sparks the lighter and the fuel that will hold the flame.

Your wedding reception was fun for the both of you and you got to spend time with your best friends. The Schuyler sisters, being your bridesmaids, made sure every moment was a happy one, and you all got to giggle about you being married.

While Laf got teased about not being a ‘free man’ anymore. He laughed it off knowing his friends were only joking, they all loved you.
“Seriously though Laf, is it everything you wanted it to be?” Alex asks, as Herc and John raise their eyebrows waiting for his answer.

“Everything and more mes amies,” he replies. “(Y/N) is everything I’ve ever wanted and more. She is the light of my life, the one that keeps me going, the love of my life, mon….how you say? Mon ame sœur….” He looks to Alex for help.

“Your soulmate, Laf. She’s your soulmate,” Alex laughs, and Herc and John join in.
“Oui, (Y/N) is my soulmate,” he smiles at his friends.

“Well, I should hope so,” he turns to see his beautiful wife and her bridesmaids standing behind him, “or we just did this all for nothing.” Laf chuckles and you smile at your husband, as he takes your hand and pulls you into him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his wrap around your waist, “may I have the honor to dance with you, ma femme,” he asks.

You smile, “of course mon mari, for the rest of our lives.”

Oh roses, roses laid upon your bed spread, oh my hold this, oh this, I know.

The reception had finally ended and you and Laf just wanted to fall into bed, wrapped up in each other. You entered your honeymoon suite in the arms of your husband, and noticed the bed was decorated with rose petals. “How beautiful,” you say as Laf places you on the bed and kisses your forehead. “We have to remember to thank them for this,” Laf nods feeling grateful for your friends as you both got ready for bed.

That every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love aren’t we?

As you both got into bed, and Laf pulled you close, you nuzzled your face into his neck, “we’re in love aren’t we?” you whisper, smiling into his neck, remembering your words from years ago. You feel your husbands chest rumble as he laughs.

Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby. I feel safe when you’re holding me near…

“Oui, mon amour, we’re madly in love,” he says as he entangled his hands in your hair and brings your face to his in a passionate kiss. You pull him closer to you as your kiss deepens, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Love the way that you conquer your fear. You know hearts don’t break around here.

You both pull away taking a breath, and you look at Laf and feel so lucky that you found someone so special. When he notices your stare, he smiles at you, “What are you thinking about, mon couer?” you smile back.

“Just how much I love you, and how lucky I am,” you reply snuggling into his chest. He can’t help but feel proud of how far you’d come from your fear and doubt.

“Mon amour, I’m the lucky one,” he replies while running his fingers through your hair, “I got to marry the woman of my dreams.” You smile into his chest before looking up at him, his eyes meeting yours, and kissing him soundly on the lips.

Well I found love in the inside the arms of the woman I love.

You and Laf had been married for five years and had a daughter, Olivia. You and Laf were just as much in love now as you were the night you got married, and although your lives had changed, you both wouldn’t trade it for anything.

She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home.

Laf had been away in France due to his mother falling ill and had been gone for over a week, but thankfully she recovered and he could return to you and Olivia. He missed you both so much, but he missed falling asleep with you wrapped around him, he had felt so lost without you the past week, so empty. Now that he was home he could feel himself becoming whole the closer he got to home, to you. He could feel his heart beat faster, it knew it would finally be near yours.

When he arrived home and entered the house, he immediately looked for you as he dropped his bags by the door. As he walked into the kitchen and saw you cooking, he sighed, “Mon couer.” You stopped and turned and ran into his arms, holding him close to you and kissing his neck, jaw and chin, until you reached his lips. He kissed you back with so much fervor, having missed the luxury of being able to do so.

That’s when you both heard little footsteps running down the stairs. You both smile and part as your daughter runs into your husbands legs and wraps her little arms around them before saying, “Hi, daddy!” Laf smiles picking up the small child and giving her a kiss on the head.

And I’m not scared of passing over, or the thought of growing old. ‘Cause from now until I go…

Sitting on the couch with you and Olivia, watching tv, made Laf feel so complete. You were all he needed, whatever life threw at him, he could take it as long as he had you by his side. He used to be so afraid of passing on and growing old, but after he you, there was nothing more he wanted to than grow old with you. Before you, he was wandering around, not really knowing what he wanted, but the moment he saw you, you were like an angel that brightened his life.

Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love aren’t we?

After putting Olivia to bed, Laf couldn’t wait to jump into bed with you and finally have you sleeping by his side. You laugh at his eagerness, and snuggle up to him, nuzzling your face in his neck and pulling him as close as possible. You had missed him too, and hadn’t gotten much sleep without him. You both finally felt whole, you smile into his neck and whisper, “we’re in love aren’t we?”

“Oui, mon amour, madly in love,” he replies as he kisses your head.

Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby. I feel safe when you’re holding me near, love the way that you conquer your fear.

You lift your head to look at him, “I missed you so much while you were gone,” you tell him, as he runs his fingers through your hair.
“I missed you too, I felt so empty and lost without you,” he smiles at you, “I finally feel whole and safe with you in my arms. I don’t ever want to know what my life would be like without you,” he says seriously.

You know hearts don’t break around here….

You place a hand on his cheek as his eyes close, reveling in your touch, and you smile remembering the words he always told you, “darling, don’t you know?” he opens his eyes, “hearts don’t break around here.” You smile at him and he laughs slightly as he pulls you up to him to give you a slow, loving kiss, before falling asleep, the love of his life wrapped up in his arms. His heart finally with its other half.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this! And Thank you so much for reading.