and look how much he makes her smile

It's Just Fan Fic...

I got an email from a reader earlier.  The sender was a lovely young woman who had just re-read my first published fic and wanted to tell me how much she enjoyed it—how it made her feel, how it made her smile, how it made her cry, how it made her excited to get home each night and curl up in bed with it, how it helped ease the pain of a difficult patch in her life, and how much she misses it now that it’s over.  It was a beautiful letter, and my reaction to it must have been visible enough to make my saner half take notice from across the room.  He shot me a questioning look, and I turned the laptop around and gestured to the screen.

I followed his eyes as they scanned each line, saw his lips tip up in a smile that grew broader as he read, then braced myself for the good natured snark I’ve come to expect when my little literary hobby comes up in conversation.

“Wow.” He said. “That was kind of amazing.  How does it feel to be someone’s favorite author?”

“Don’t be a dick,” I said, slapping him on the shoulder.

“I’m serious,” he replied, gesturing to the screen.  "That’s what she said—right there: You’re my favorite author.”

“I think she means favorite fic author.  Not real author.”

“Is there a difference?” He asked.

Yes,” I said, rolling my eyes.  ”Of course there is.”

“Why?”

“Because, as someone in this room who isn’t ME is fond of pointing out, self published gay mystery romance novels aren’t exactly eligible for the pulitzer.” I said, turning the computer back around.

“So what?” he shrugged, “Something you wrote inspired a stranger to sit down write what it meant to them and send it to you.  A lot of total strangers, as a matter of fact.  You write, people read it and react.  That makes you an author.”

“Huh.” I said, very eloquently, then got up and went into the kitchen to start dinner.

Hours later, sitting down to reply to the letter in question I find myself writing this post instead.  Because here’s the thing: That wonderfully crazy man who lives in my house is right.  (But please don’t tell him I said that)

From the moment I realized that letters made up words and words made up sentences and sentences made up worlds that were mine to explore any time I wanted to I’ve been a reader.  I have fallen in love with perfect phrases and epic stories and countless characters pressed between the pages of the thousands of books I’ve read in my life so far—and sitting down to string together those same 26 letters into tens of thousands of words of stories I felt needed telling?  That makes me an author.

I have adored the work of countless authors in numerous genres, and the world of fan fic is no exception.  I have admired and cherished and savored the words of talented writers whose work is no less legitimate for the fact that their names include random keyboard characters and their words don’t live on bound paper on a shelf.  

It’s not JUST fan fic.  It’s literature.  It’s published.  It’s read.  It’s loved.

It matters.

Thanks to all of my favorite authors for every word on every page on every screen that I’ve ever loved. 

A lot of people don’t understand why a girl would keep letting the same corruptive, toxic young boy back into her life when he keeps somehow hurting her each time. People don’t understand how a girl as pure and delicate as her would even fall for a boy and sinful and disastrous as him. People don’t understand why she loves him even when he breaks her whole world apart. And it is hard to understand I get it but most people are just looking at the surface of their love, their love is so much deeper than that. He may hurt her, but nobody can make her smile like he does. He may break her but nobody can pick back up the pieces like he does. He is the reason that life isn’t so bland and normal, he’s the reason she actually feels emotions, he’s the reason she met one of her best friends, he’s the reason she’s been able to actually experience real life and not some fantasy her mother grew her up to see life as, he’s the reason that she is able to know what real love is and how it feels. To other people it may seem like he’s the only reason she expirences pain, but he’s not. He may bring her some pain but he brings her happiness more than anything else and she does the same for him. She’s the reason he’s been able to love again, she’s the reason he doesn’t have nightmares at night, she’s the reason that he has been able to not always see the bad things in life, she’s the reason he ever smiles at all anymore. In everything there has ever been there has been flaws. Nothing is ever going to always be perfect. They’ve learned that especially…they’ve been able to see past their flaws and just love another for who they are. Because they know without eachother their lives would be even more corrupt then they are with each other. They know that without the bad you can’t really have the good. They know that you have to expirence some darkness before you can fully expirence the life. And because of all of this that’s why their love works. People may not understand it and how their love works but they don’t need them to, frankly at times they don’t even understand it themselves. But what they do know is their love is stronger than anything they’ve ever known and that they don’t ever want to loose eachother because their lives are better now with each other then they’ve ever been.

“You’ve given me every reason in the book on why I shouldn’t be with you. You’ve broken my heart so many times. Please.. please just give me a reason. Tell me why I should be with you. Tell me to stay. Please give me a reason to stay..” She asked with tears streaming down her face.

“Because.” He let out a deep sigh, trying not to look at the mess he created. He didn’t wanna look at her knowing he did so much to destroy her.

“Because I’ll love you on your worst days. Because you’re the girl I can’t get out of my mind no matter how many times I try. Because you’re the girl who I wanna wake up to on a Sunday morning after drinking all night. Because you’re the girl I wanna see smile again and to let you know it’s okay to love again. Because I wanna make you see that there is good in the world, you just have to look for it. Because I wanna make you laugh. Something you haven’t done since your dad died. Because I wanna see you in your darkest days to tell you it’s okay. To hold you & let you know that you won’t be this way forever. Because I wanna see your face when you light up talking about horses & how you wanna end world hunger. Because I wanna trace my fingers along your sun kissed skin & I wanna feel every inch of your body. Because I wanna protect you from all the bad in the world. Because I wanna make love to you all night long and make you feel beautiful in your own skin. Because I wanna hear you curse at me when you’re just so frustrated & annoyed with me. Because you’re all I ever think about. When I’m driving, when I’m studying. Even when I’m at the dinner table, you’re all I think about. Because I wanna know how you’re day went and how it made you feel. Because I wanna know why you only eat your French fries with barbecue sauce and what made you hate ketchup. Because I wanna hear about all the fun times you have with your dad before he got sick and because I wanna hear how you blame yourself for not saying goodbye even though it wasn’t your fault. Because I wanna hold you when you’re crying on our bathroom floor at 4 in the morning to scared to move because you’re afraid of what you’ll do. Because I wanna make you feel good in ways you didn’t know you could feel good. Because I wanna hear all about your hatred for seaworld and zoos. Because I wanna take you on dates and show you off because I’m so memorized by your beauty. Because I wanna know what you wanted to be when you were younger and why you decided that animals are more important than your craving for meat. Because you make me a better man and keep me on my feet. Because you are the strongest person I know and I wanna spend whatever time we have together with you. Because whenever I was with another girl you were always at the back of my head. Because I don’t want you to be with anyone else. I want you because I can’t stomach the thought of another mans hands on you. Because I wanna make you happy in every possible way and because that’s what you do for me. You make me so happy. You make me feel like I’m a 16 year old boy in love. So please stay because I love that you’re honest. I love that you always try your hardest to make people happy because you yourself are so unhappy and you don’t want anyone to feel the way you do. I want you because I know you want a love that consumes you. I know you want adventure and passion. Even a little danger & I can give that to you if you let me. So please stay. If you stay I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making every wrong up to you. I promise I’ll love you from your head to toes. I promise I’ll never leave you feeling hopeless and that’s why you should stay. But most importantly you should stay because I am hopelessly & romantically in love with you & I don’t care if it’s to late I need you to here this. I am in love with you. It’s you. It’s always going to be you. So please stay.”

—  Stay.
Enviormental Hazzard

Thanks to my betas for going through all these stories!!!! 


Prompt: It’s Damian’s first mother’s day with YN and he wants to make her a present,and it’s super cute because he’s attached to her ever since her met her. What do you think?

Requested by: Anon

Words: 559


You were fairly certain that they were pancakes. You weren’t a hundred percent sure, but you know, maybe around eighty percent sure. Looking up into Damian’s eyes you smiled, and then you lied, you lied your ass off. “They look amazing Damian, thank you so much.”

          You watch as Damian beams a smile “The internet said that this is how mother’s day is done. Breakfast in bed, and an overall relaxing day, where said mother is pampered all day. And since Grayson, Drake, and Todd are all absent this mother’s day, I’ll do their share as well. I’ll let you eat now.”

          You kiss his cheek before he leaves the room, and a moment later Bruce slips into the room. He kisses you before wishing you a happy mother’s day. Scooting over a bit he sits down next to you and stares at your breakfast. “Are they even edible?” He asks.

          You shake your head “For all the amazing genetics that you passed down to that boy Bruce, you also passed down your inability to cook.”

          Bruce laughs. “True, but at least I eventually gave up.”

          You look him in the eye, and raise an eyebrow in scrutiny. “Only after you gave me food poisoning on our third date.”

          “Alfred banned me from the kitchen after that. I’ll see if he’ll add Damian to that list.”

          You sigh as you pick up one of the black pancakes. It’s burnt all the way through, and hard as a hockey puck, you’re almost surprised that it hasn’t turned to ash. As you raise it to your mouth, Bruce catches your wrist before you can take a bite. “You aren’t seriously going to eat it, are you?”

          “Did I eat your ‘lasagna’?”

          “Yes, and spent the next three days in the bathroom throwing up.”

          “Then what do you suggest?” You demand. He takes the plate and throws the pancakes out the window and you can hear them land on the ground with a rather loud thud.

          You smile. “He better not find those.”

          Bruce smiles as he climbs back into the bed and kisses you. “The raccoons will drag them off.”

          “That makes them an environmental hazard.”  

          Bruce just kisses you again before nuzzling your neck. “I’ll throw them away once you and Damian go out.”

          “I’m going out?”

          Bruce smiles. “He has the entire day planned, catered restaurants included.”

          You smile as Damian barges into the room, effectively stopping Bruce’s roaming hand. He’s glaring at his father, he’s never been one to share your attention, not even with Bruce. “Father, get off of mother, she needs to get dressed. We have plans to keep. After all, it’s mother’s day, not your anniversary.” He comes further into the room and places a white box on the nightstand “Grayson helped me pick out your outfit for the day.” He explains before vanishing out the door.

          Both you and Bruce grimace at the news after Damian is gone. If there’s anything worse than Damian’s cooking, it would have to be Dick’s fashion sense.  You just nod a bit “So… this is motherhood.”

          “I could spill some bleach on it.” Bruce offered.

          You just kiss your husband and say, “A bad outfit isn’t going to kill me.”

          Bruce just laughs, “Wait to make that statement until after you open the box.”

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Olicity Holiday Project

Dec. 12 - A scene you would show to someone outside the fandom to describe Olicity
➸ 3x01 “The Calm” - Oliver asks Felicity out on a date (◕‿◕✿)

Mrs Hudson bringing up hot cocoa to 221B when she hears John’s Christmas CD playing, because she knows her boys are decorating the flat; John always turns on that music, no matter how much Sherlock might protest. 

She finds John decorating the tree, with several Christmas balls hanging off of each fingers as he hangs them and Sherlock covered in garlands, prowling the flat, looking for suitable places. She doesn’t even think he has realised he is wearing a Chrismas hat. Or he does, and simply stopped caring because it makes John smile in that special way that he does. 

They pause their work in favour of the hot cocoa and Mrs Hudson feels her heart swell with affection when she sees Sherlock and John lean against each other. John is humming along with the music and Sherlock has buried his nose in John’s hair, which smells of pine. 

Sherlock hated Christmas before, Mrs Hudson knows, but, John, God bless him, has made his Christmases so much better.

Rose leant against the doorframe, watching the Doctor as he fixed his hair into a less spiky style than usual, taking in what had started out as a tame (and rather attractive, if she may say so) stubble from his latest field trip and had surprisingly been allowed to grow into a proper, full beard. The red shirt he was wearing was different from his usual choice of colours, too, but for some reason still seemed oddly familiar.

“Not that I really mind, but is there any particular reason for the sudden change in styling…?”

The Doctor’s eyes met hers in the mirror, while his fingers continued expertly tousling strands of hair into a certain look.

“Well, Tony told his mates he’s going to introduce his cool sort-of-brother-in-law to class for a cool presentation, didn’t he?”

The blonde couldn’t help smiling at the obvious care he showed for her little brother, feeling warmed by how much making Tony happy seemed to mean to him.

“Aren’t you putting a little too much thought into that comment, Doctor? It’s just a school presentation… Besides, I should think having a proper, renowned scientist showing off a flashy experiment should be plenty cool, yeah?”

The part Time Lord shrugged a nonchalant shoulder in reply, but Rose could see the hint of a blush colouring the tips of his ears.

As she continued watching him fix his hair, taking a more appreciative look at his appearance (and the tight jeans he was wearing), she suddenly realised why the new look seemed familiar.

“Wait - have you been checking out the fashion section in Mum’s magazines?”

A beat of silence.

Then:

“…no?”

The high tone his voice had taken, paired with the sheepish look on his face (and the definitely pink-tipped ears now), were enough to spur her into a fit of giggles.

Once she’d calmed down enough, she soothed the Doctor’s flustered indignation at her reaction with a soft kiss, letting him know that she appreciated his caring.

Even if it was rather amusing.


Dedicated to @littlewhomouse (she’ll know why ;) ) and @tardisfangurl, whose initial suggestion of putting bearded!DT into a checked flannel shirt (which then turned into Hipster!Tentoo trying to be *cool*) sparked the random silliness x)

I did want Pudding to turn out to be evil but after this week’s chapter it doesn’t seem likely, as long as Oda doesn’t decide to pull something extremely weird. Like all of you, regarding Pudding’s plan I only have a vague idea that she’s going sacrifice herself for Sanji and the others. But whatever she’s up to, does she really believe everything’s going to fall into place as long as she pulls a martyr? I have the feeling that her decision is going to hurt Sanji even more.

I mean just look how broken Sanji is already. To me, his forced heart-eyes and smile of happiness even when no one is looking is much, much worse than him weeping uncontrollably after parting with Luffy… What I’m trying to say is that Sanji’s fake smile here is almost Koala-ish :( 

Pretense aside, I think Sanji genuinely likes Pudding as a person, and making her happy is the only thing he can think of to desperately drag himself out of misery. His sole purpose for life as of now is her happiness, but when he finds out that his act in front of her didn’t work and she decided to sacrifice herself for his sake? First his nakama got in danger because of him, and now his fiancee? My heart aches when I think about just how much he’d suffer when he finds out… being the kind, selfless person he is. 

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“Come, my love. Let me hold you”

Loki practically begged. She responded with a playful smile, that seemed to say “make me”. He looked at her with longing, no matter how much he pleaded and begged for her touch, she would not give in. She was an illusion but she was just like you; she had the same eyes that longed for adventure just as yours had and the same hair that he had run his fingers through, although he would never speak of his feelings and would often push your love away, his affections for you were genuine. Loki could fool himself with your image for days on end but
He was completely and utterly alone.

so i was rewatching gm the real world and i see this and it makes me so emotional bc during riley’s speech he looks so in love and on the verge of tears bc *she* was on the verge of tears and here he’s like the living, breathing form of heart eyes and his smile is so wide bc look at riley and he can’t resist her and her absolute cuteness like riarkle is beautiful guys riarkle is so beautiful and i’m crying at 1 in the morning bc of how adorable they are and i just love them so much

Thinking about Draco those first few weeks back gives me feels

Every August Draco get a little excited about the possibility of running into Granger in Diagon Alley. Him spending hours on end waiting for her in Florish and Blots just to possibly run into her accidentally on purpose. Getting excited to see what she wears on the train because she puts in a little more effort each year. Him smiling the first time he sees her hand shoot up in class again. Secretly checking out how much better she fills out the uniform. Catching her reading in positions that look wildly uncomfortable all over the castle (mostly the library) and having to hold back his smile. Blaise’s annual “so Granger looks good this year” comment that sets Draco into a jealous fit and Blaise into a laughing fit. Scheduling his Hogsmead trip so he can see her the most. Making sure he’s at the Three Broomsticks when she is because every time she licks the butterbeer foam of her lip and he can’t miss it. Draco falling for her all over again each fall. Yeah all the feels..

Savior (Dan x Reader)

Request: Can you do one where Y/N got stuck into talking to a volunteer with a clip board and Dan pretends that he knows her by playing along and they leave together. Does that make sense?

Word Count: 395

Warnings: None! Just funny floof

Sorry it’s short – but I wasn’t too sure how to end it any differently. I hope it’s okay!!

Originally posted by hauntedhowell

“It really helps the orphans, thank you so much.” The strange smelling woman with the clip board smiles at you, eyeing up your purse as you pull it out.

“How much did you say, again?” You ask, instantly regretting your decision of hesitating to look at the charity – you only came out for some innocent Halloween and early Christmas shopping.

“£60. For a start, anyway.” The woman puts on another grin, and you pull a face, playing with your credit card.

“You know, I have somewhere to be…”

“It only takes two minutes, I promise!”  The woman practically yells at you, grabbing your arm. You frown at her, pulling your arm away, when a hand lands on your shoulder.

A guy with chocolate brown hair swept to the side and similar coloured eyes that glimmer in the weak autumn sunlight beams at you from the side, and you can’t help but stop for a moment.

“Hey, Grace!” The man shouts enthusiastically, pulling you into a hug – which is terrifying but also awkward at the same time due to high difference. “Go along with it if you want to escape.” He mutters in your ear, before stepping back.

“Hey… Tyler.” You grin at him a little, nodding a little as though to ask if you are doing it right. “Long time no see.”

“Can I have your credit card details now please?” The woman persists, her eyes slightly panicked by the new company.

“You know; we have a place to go.” ‘Tyler’ laughs, ignoring the woman’s frantic hand gestures. “Terribly sorry.” You shove your purse back in your bag and give out an overly emphasized laugh.

“Sorry!” You squeak, before your savior guides you away, his palm pressed against your back, the frustrated yelling from the woman behind you fading into the city life as you get further away. “Thank you so much,” You sigh.

“Not at all.” He laughs, removing his hand and shoving it into a pocket. “£60 as a starting point? That’s just crazy.” You chuckle. “Anyway, what’s your name?”

“Y/N. Yours?”

“Dan.” You exchange a glance and a smirk, before you burst out laughing. “Anyway, where did we need to go?”

“Does Starbucks sound any good?” You try. “I’ve never had a pumpkin spiced latte before.” Dan’s eyes widen a little, and he pulls a fake offended face.

“Starbucks it certainly is.”

Number Three - Dad!Ashton

Originally posted by h-lsey

“I’m sorry, Dakota, but do you see how much sugar there is in this?” Ashton asked his ten year old daughter as they stood in the supermarket food shopping while his wife started dinner with their seven year old son.

“Dad, do I look like I care about how much sugar there is in it?” She questioned dropping the box of Lucky Charms in the cart.

“I’m just saying that it’s not healthy for you. Your body can only absorb so much an-.”

“Dad. Shut up,” she rolled her eyes trying to hide her smile. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved her annoying dad. It was all out of love and making sure she was okay. Ashton huffed out a sigh just wondering how he got to this point in his life. He never thought at thirty-two, he’d be settled down with two kids. Married, that was another story, something he had always wanted early on.

When the two arrived home, dinner was set on the table, Blake in the kitchen grabbing the glasses for each place setting as Dakota started to put the groceries away. “Hey, handsome,” y/n whispered kissing her grinning dimpled husband as he hummed in content.

“Hey,” he muttered back before moving to help Dakota. “How was your day?”

“Fine. I helped Michael by watching Ana for him for a bit. Nothing too exciting.” Once the food was all put away, they made their way to the dining table to dig into their meal. It was a bit too quiet, y/n usually picking up the conversation for the family, only to have her playing with her food as if she was nervous.

“You alright, baby?” he questioned looking at her strange as she shook her head sighing heavily. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah…I just…how do you all feel about having a brother or sister?” she questioned, the focus more towards Dakota and Blake while Ashton sat there with a shocked expression as he tried to hold in his excitement.

“A sibling…wait, are you pregnant?” Dakota asked, her mother nodding her head as she looked next towards her father who couldn’t conceal his grin. “Oh, ew.”

“Ew?” Ashton questioned looking confused now as Dakota stood from the table.

“You two had sex recently,” she whined excusing herself upstairs while her words registered in Ashton’s head, a frown forming on his face.

“What do you know about sex?” he called after her.

“What’s sex?” Blake questioned as y/n sighed shaking her head as the boy pouted muttering something about it not being fair. “Can I be excused too?”

“Yea, go ahead,” y/n said, Blake getting up from the table leaving her there with her husband. “You know it’s something they learn in health science, right?”

“Why so early? That’s my baby girl,” Ashton whined standing getting ready to clear, only to have y/n stand and stop him, pulling him closer to her by the waistband of his jeans.

“Well, in a few months you get another child to terrorize,” she said pressing a kiss to his cheek only to have him press his lips to hers roughly, a giggle escaping her lips as she let him slip his tongue in her mouth. “You know I love you, right?”

“I mean, you can always show me upstairs,” he whispered holding her tightly, burying his face in her neck as she smacked his arm.

“Still horny as ever, Irwin…good to know that hasn’t changed.”

“Hey, if I wasn’t horny, we wouldn’t be on baby number three.”

“It sure is quite killing,” she said, “to remember how we slipped out of each other’s hand.”

He looked at her as she continued to speak.

“No matter how hard we tried, no matter how tight our grasp were, we still flowed out like water.”

“I know how much it hurts,” he let out a soft sigh, “but look on the bright side.”

“At least we once had each other. At least, we once shared a love that had both of our forevers included.

He took ahold of her hand and smiled at her.

“So let’s not remember how it ended. Let’s not remember how we both fell out it. Let’s only remember how we fell together at first and how hard we fought to stay like that. Because that’s what makes the love we had; a sweet, precious memory.”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #110 // “But that’s it, memories are what’s left.”
Mistletoe Isn’t Enough

Happy Holidays!  This @mlsecretsanta story is for @feathersnow

(ao3)

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Mistletoe Isn’t Enough

Marinette woke up warm. Not that she didn’t normally, but considering she didn’t feel the weight of multiple blankets it was obvious what, or rather who, was generating the heat. Clutching her pillow she curled up a bit, enjoying not having to wake up in a panic like she did most school mornings.

“Morning Marinette,” his voice was soft as he greeted her.  Marinette peeked open an eye to look over at Adrien, who was sitting up in her bed, with a book in hand.  She smiled but didn’t say anything.  It was too early for words.  “I heard movement in the kitchen.  I think your mother is finishing up making breakfast.”

So much for staying in bed, though at this point her mother probably wouldn’t blink an eye if Adrien came down stairs by himself.  Still it would be impolite.  Marinette stretched and yawned.  How did they get to this point?

It had been several months now since Adrien and her had discovered each other’s identity.  It had been a surprise of course, but it had strengthen their teamwork, their partnership and their friendship.  Granted not everyone thought it was a friendship.  Her parents were convinced they were dating and while Marinette wished that were the case, it simply wasn’t true.  Adrien was the person she trusted most in the world, and by extension loved more than anyone else.  It was too bad that he just saw her as a friend. As Chat Noir he would joke and banter and flirt with her on the battlefield and it was a great stress reliever to have that sort of playfulness.  Most the time. At school, she had been one of his first friends that wasn’t pre-approved by his handlers.  A rocky start that he smoothed over with his good nature.  He just had no idea how much of an effect his kindness and vulnerability had on her starting that day.

“Good morning Mama,” Marinette called out as she descended the stairs from her room, Adrien following behind.

“Ah, good morning kids,” Sabine looked over, smiling widely and going over to give Marinette and Adrien both a kiss on the cheek.  “Thank you for leaving me a note last night so I made enough for breakfast by the way.”

Adrien shook his head even as he went over to the cupboard to pull out plates. “No, thank you for making breakfast.”

“Of course dear, but why did you come over so late?” While the question was reasonable, there was mischievous twinkle in Sabine’s eyes.

The thing was, often times Adrien and her did not plan on their little sleepovers.  It had originally started after the reveal.  There had been so much to talk about that it seemed pointless trying to patrol and get through all of things they wanted to discuss.  So he would invite her over or she him.  They would lay on whoever’s bed just talking until it became so late they could barely keep their eyes open. Adrien would try to leave her the bed to either sleep on his coach or her lounge chair, but she would insist he stay. It wasn’t fair, she would point out, for him to be kicked out of his bed or for her to be a bad hostess and not let him sleep in hers. Both beds easily accommodated them after all. And so they got in the habit of sleeping beside each other.

That didn’t mean there were not times where Marinette wouldn’t look at his sleeping face and wonder how she got so lucky that Adrien Agreste was her partner, because even Ladybug couldn’t be that lucky, could she?  Apparently she was though.  They snuck out of each other’s rooms the first few times and then they finally threw caution to the wind.  Maybe that’s why everyone just assumed they were dating now.

“I made the mistake of mentioning that we were baking Christmas cookies today,” Marinette said rolling her eyes, not realizing just how fond the smile on her lips were.

“Another helping hand will be nice,” Sabine said as she started dishing up the breakfast for them.

Later, when they had finished eating, when they volunteered to clean up the breakfast mess and then went and cleaned up themselves and got dressed for the day, they went down to the bakery. In hindsight Marinette should have seen it coming, but she didn’t and so when her and Adrien went behind the counter all her father did was point above their heads. The lipstick her father was sporting suggested that it was not just for Adrien and her benefit. Still she resented the little green plant hanging from the ceiling, because really she would have loved to have kissed Adrien senseless, but that wasn’t going to happen.

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U l t r a v i o l e n c e  [ P a r t   2]

“Scared?”

She asks rather teasingly pouting her lips. She’d make a perfect victim if she wasn’t enjoying it so much.

“Are you gonna hurt me?”

“Oh, Carly-girl, I’m gonna hurt'cha really, really bad.”

He speaks slowly, taking the time with each word he says, wide, innocent smile playing on his lips. He looks almost like a little boy who got brand new toy for Christmas and can’t wait to play. She finds it disturbingly adorable.

“How about a drink first?”

Joker furrows his brows, which according to Scarlett, makes him look so much like a teddy bear.

She nods, watching him poor a glass of whiskey. She knows that game all too well yet it doesn’t make it any less exciting. He sets the glass aside, reaches for her wrist and begins to draw invisible patterns on it with his thumb before piercing it with a thin yet very sharp blade. Scarlett lets out a loud cry mixed with hysterical laughter as she watches her blood pour into a glass, mixing with alcohol in pretty whimsical swirls. Joker winks at her playfully as he piks up his drink and finishes it off in few big gulps.

“Oh, baby, you taste so good… What is that? Does it hurt? You poor sweet darling.”

BTS Reaction: S/O having a naturally awkward/aegyo personality

Jungkook

He’d love it so much. To him it’s what makes you so approachable, so he really appreciates it. It makes him very comfortable to be around you.

Originally posted by hohbi

Taehyung

He would find you so adorable! Like he basically fan boys about how cute you are.

“Ahhh! Why are you so cute?”

Originally posted by fkjeon

Jimin

Your personality is probably one of the original things that attracted him to you. He loves anything adorable. It’s the best.

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Hoseok

Such a fan, often gushes over how cute he finds you.

“Look at her! Isn’t she just the cutest?”

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Yoongi

He enjoys your personality, but doesn’t voice it often. He’ll often just smile at how cute you are.

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Jin

He thinks you’re the most precious thing ever. He’ll wish he was as cute as you, often mimic you’re adorable expressions.

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Namjoon

He finds your personality incredibly charming, especially how awkward you can get sometimes. Will often, on purpose, make you blush.

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Imagine this

Patter of little running feet and the sound of logs gently burning in the fireplace fills the cozy living room in which Scully sits, typing notes from a current case file.

“Mommy! Mommy look,” William squeals proudly with delight as he waves around a drawing. “It’s a fying saucer!”

“Oh, let me see,” Scully exclaims as she lifts him from the floor to swing him around, which makes him laugh until he remembers the drawing. “Mommy, you have to see the fying saucer!”

“Yes, let’s look at it,” she says as she sits back down with William on her lap, carefully unfolding the drawing he has clutched in his hands.

“It’s amazing! You did that all by yourself?” she asks him happily while placing a tender kiss on top of his head.

“I might have helped him a tiny bit,” Mulder says smiling as he enters the room.

“Only this much,” William says as he gestures how much with his hands while Mulder sneaks up behind them to embrace his loved ones.


Thank you @therobbinsnest for helping me!! 

This Love X

“It’s mommy’s birthday, Dan.” Adam smiled as he picked up his baby. “And we’re gonna cook her breakfast and treat her like the queen she is, yeah buddy?” He chuckled at how much Danny was paying attention, looking up at him with wide eyes. “She deserves it.” He murmured, making his way to the kitchen. “Alright, what are we making, buddy?” Adam pondered more to himself rather than Danny.

It was an hour later that Adam had finished making her breakfast, with a proud smile on his face, balancing the tray with breakfast on one hand and Danny on the other side, he made his way over to their bedroom.

He put down the tray on the bedside table carefully and smiled as he saw Taylor sleeping peacefully on her back. He chuckled to himself as he set Danny down on her chest and the little on placed his hands on Taylor’s face.

She stirred. “Adam, stop…” she mumbled making him laugh softly.

“Hey, wake up, birthday girl.” He whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she began opening her eyes.

“Hi” she whispered, when she saw him looking down at her. “And hi to you.” She giggled, looking at Danny.

“Happy birthday.” He said with a huge smile on his face.

“Thank you baby.” She kissed his lips.

“I have breakfast!” He announced laughing as he went to get tray.

“Babe! You didn’t have to.” She puckered her lips urging him to kiss her and he did.

“You deserve it.” He grinned. “I also have a present for you! I want this day to be special!” He said after a while.

“Adam, it’s already special. I’m spending it with my favorite people.” She smiled, pressing a small kiss to Danny’s head and Adam rolled his eyes standing up from the bed so he could go get her present. He emerged from the closet with a small box in his hand and a big smile on his lips.

“Here, love.” He handed her the box and took Danny from her arms as she sat straight.

He watched as she opened it up, her face lighting up as she saw what was inside. It was a simple necklace with little baby feet along with her baby’s name engraved on it. Then there was a silver ring in the form of an olive tree branch, which made Taylor tear up.

“Ads…is this- is this an olive tree branch?” She mumbled and he smiled at her, placing Danny on the bed before taking her hand in his.

He slid the ring down her ring finger. “I know my promise when I planted that olive tree didn’t take long to be broken so I kind of wanted to promise you again. I want to give forever. A love that never dies so the ring symbolizes that and I want you to remember it every time you wear it.”

She pulled him to her, embracing him in her arms. “I love you.” She murmured, pecking his cheek. He smiled, taking Danny in his arms and put him on his chest as he laid down and pulled Taylor in his arms.

“You didn’t really break your promise though.” Taylor whispered, rubbing Danny’s back. “Our Love didn’t really die. You cut it down and it just grows back, that’s what you said. Look at us, we grew back up.”

“With an extra branch.” Adam joked, pointing at Danny and making them both laugh.

“You know, I sometimes we’d known you were pregnant with Dan and that everything was clear.” Adam admitted as Taylor looked through the baby clothes she was picking for Danny.

“What do you mean?” She spoke a little absentmindedly.

“Well, if we knew you were pregnant, we would’ve worked harder to be together. Also you’d look adorable with a bump.” He smiled softly, pecking her cheek.

“You mean fat and hormonal?” She giggled.

“Nah, you’d be pregnant not fat, babe.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I guess I kind of wish we could’ve gotten those little moments, like finding out the gender and his first kick and cravings…” he rambled and she stopped mid action, turning to look at him, a little surprise at his confession.

“I didn’t know you…wanted that.”

“Well I…um I…” he scratched the back of his neck, blushing a little making her think of how painfully adorable he was. “It’s just that you know when we used to talk about having a family and getting pregnant, it was something we talked about future wise, not within the year and it all happened so quickly, I wish we had gotten the time to get ready for this. Now, we’re here picking up Christmas presents for our son after everything we’ve been through. There’s so many things that could’ve happened differently.” He told her and she leaned against him, leaning up to kiss his lips.

“Things could’ve happened differently, yes, I agree. It would’ve been easier but maybe it happened like this for a reason. Maybe there were lessons we needed to learn and I’ve learned a few, trust me. It made us stronger.” She smiled, placing her hand on his cheek. “Of course, it would’ve been nice to have some kind of warning but what matters is that we pulled through.” She looked into his eyes and he smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Let’s get this shopping thing over with?”

“Yeah.” She giggled.

“Mom, you know he’s three months old, right? He really doesn’t understand the concept of Christmas at all?” Taylor giggled, as she let her mom in the house. Andrea was carrying bags filled with presents and there was one huge bag that belonged to Danny alone.

“He’s my only grandson and I want to spoil him, honey.” Andrea argued as Taylor rolled her eyes.

“Babe, you can’t really say anything about that.” Adam teased, kissing her cheek as he moved past her.

“Oh shut up.” She laughed, following her mother into the living room.

“Where’s my boy?” Andrea questioned, grinning.

“Sleeping upstairs in his new nursery.” Taylor told her excitedly. “I got that as an early Christmas present from my dear boyfriend.” She glanced at Adam who had just entered the living room. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist, pecking her cheek.

“It was hard to keep it a secret.” Adam smiled.

“You two seem to be in an awfully cheery mood today.” Andrea pointed out and they smiled.

“It’s Christmas, mom!” Taylor grinned. “And the whole family is getting together! We’re excited!” Then as if she remembered something she turned to Adam. “Can you go check if Dan is awake? Bring him down if he is?” She smiled.

Adam nodded, pressing a kiss to her head before unwrapping his arms from around her. He made his way to Danny’s nursery.

It had been hard to keep it from her but he wanted to do this little thing and they needed Dan to have a room there anyway. He had hired people to do it, making sure it was all perfect and ensuring Taylor would like it. He had absolutely loved the look on her face when she saw the door with Danny’s name on it, wondering how it had gotten there. It was easy to figure out what it was as soon as she looked at Adam’s smile as he stood with Daniel in his arms. She adored the nursery, it was very simple yet beautiful.

Her heart fluttered at how many memories they would make in the Rhode Island house. 4th of July, parties, it was a house that Taylor truly loved being in. She had made many great memories there and she couldn’t wait to make some more. This was also the house her and Adam had said I love you to each other for the first time. It seemed that anywhere she looked, she was reminded of small moments that meant the world to her.

Adam had a smile on his lips as soon as he spotted his little boy squirming in his crib. He stepped closer and when he came into view, Daniel smiled, kicking his legs. Adam picked him up in his arms.

“Oh hello there. Are you ready to meet the whole family, Dan?” Adam chuckled, to be quite honest, a little nervous himself.

Adam felt as if he was in his perfect future, together with the love of his life and their little one, spending Christmas as a family. It felt amazing, it felt real and it was all his to enjoy.

He was sure he had never loved his life more. Not even when he was making music, when he was onstage. No, this was better. It was happier. What they had created in three months was pure. Three whole months of Daniel in his life. How had so much changed in a blink of an eye? He couldn’t even imagine not having Daniel anymore. He never thought he could love another human being so much, it still left him speechless how he and Taylor had made this tiny baby that brought so much joy to their world. It floored him how strong Taylor was, he had fallen in love all over again. And he wished to have her and Danny and the way things were for the rest of his days.

“Guess who’s awake and excited?” Adam chuckled softly, approaching Taylor in the living room.

“Hi, baby!” Taylor cooed, making grabby hands at him and Adam passed him to her. She grinned, kissing his little cheek. “Your family should land soon. Sophie called on your phone, I hope you don’t mind I answered.”

“Ah, no problem, babe!” He pecked her lips. “And Austin?”

“Oh he said he was running a little late. As always.” Taylor laughed, shaking her head. “Do want security to go pick them up or are you going?”

“I think I’ll go. It’s only right.” He shrugged with a smile.

“Oh, I’ve missed you!” Adam’s mom hugged him tightly as he chuckled.

“Missed you too, mum.” He held her in his arms then went on to hug his sister and her husband and then the kids who were eagerly awaiting him.

“Uncle Adam, Tay Tay’s plane is super cool!” His niece squealed as she jumped into his arms and his nephew attached himself to his leg.

“I know, right? And it has nice snacks!” Adam laughed, hugging her in his arms.

“They’re yummy!” She agreed, giggling. “Is she here?”

“She’s at the house! You’ll see her soon!” Adam told her, kissing her cheek. “And what are you doing down there, buddy?” He looked at his nephew who just smiled at him, always the least talkative unlike his big sister.

“Ed said he wishes he could be here and he sent you a huge hug.” Sophie told him and he smiled softly, a little upset that his brother couldn’t make it.

“We’ll call him later.” Adam smiled. “Now, how about we go? There’s someone who I really want you guys to meet.”

“Oh yes! I’m so excited!” Pamela, Adam’s mother squealed.

“Everyone, meet Daniel Swift-Wiles.” Adam announced bringing the baby over to his family, with Taylor standing closely behind him. There were soft gasps around the room especially from the little ones.

“He’s so tiny, Uncle Adam!” Adam’s niece ran over, leaning against Taylor who laughed lightly.

“You were this size when you were a baby, love!” Adam told her, smiling.

“But I’m a big girl now, right?”

“Yeah, you are.” Adam laughed.

“But he’s so cute!” The little girl giggled.

“He is pretty cute, isn’t he?” Taylor looked down at her, caressing her hair and Adam smiled when she glanced at him, so unbelievably happy to be with her, wishing he felt this happy forever. He wouldn’t change anything in his life in that moment because it felt perfect. Everything was perfect. He had the woman he loved right beside him, his baby boy and not to mention his whole family. Life was good. Life was so good.

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