her delivery of 'i want to' was the best

Favorite Adam moments

It’s Adam Parrish’s birthday and since he’s a character that has made me bite my fingernails and yell at the page and grin like an idiot and maybe even get a moist eye or two (this despite being spoiled to his ending), here are some of my favorite Adam moments in (I think) chronological order:

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Jet Lag and Chinese

Prompt: Can I request a justice league war Clark/superman x reader? Some cute fluff with implied nsfw? Or JLW Clark saving the reader and then ending up with a date or something?

Requested by: counting-sinful-stars    

     You like sitting in his chair. It fills you with an unbridled delight as you spin in it, and go through his works in progress. If you were anyone else, someone might say you were nosy. But you and Clark know the truth.

    You hear him before you see him, “Seriously?”

    You peek up from behind the file, “Is that seriously a question?”

    Clark gives you a good natured smile before leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek, before moving to sit on the edge of his desk. “When did you get back?”

    You give another spin in the chair, “About two hours ago. I figured I’d come see my favorite reporter.”

    He smiles, “And here I thought you liked me for more than just my writing.”

    You shrug, “I also like looking at you.” The two of you stare at each other before bursting out in laughter. The fact that no one even bothers to look over shows just how deep your friendship goes.

    “How did the shoot go?”

    You grin, “It was amazing. I thought of you while I was there.”

    “Oh yeah?”

    “Yep, I saw a monkey with that same clueless look you get sometimes.”

    “Maybe it’s a cousin?”

    “That is an insult to the monkey. Anyways, I was thinking we could pick up Chinese and have a movie marathon before jet lag kicks my butt tomorrow.”

    You see his grin falter, “Tonight?”

    “Yes.” Your brow furrows, “Do you have plans? Because last time I checked the city isn’t in peril.”

    “I kind of have a date.”

    Your eyes go wide for a second, “A date? Did you finally wear Lois down?”

    He fiddles with his glasses for a second before saying, “No, her name is Diana.”

    “Diana, as in Wonder Woman?”


    You nod in understanding, “Oh okay. Good for you slugger.” The false cheeriness is evident to your own ears, and one look at Clark’s face tells you that he hears it too.

    “I’ll try to reschedule.”

    You shake your head, “No Clark. I’ll be fine. You go on a date with your girl.”

    His eyes light up, “You should come with us.”

    You shake your head, “I really shouldn’t.” You sigh, “Chinese food and action movies are calling my name Clark. I haven’t slept in my own bed in over a month. I’m going to go home. But we’ll get together soon. We’ll put on your calendar and everything.”  

    You start backing up before he can say anything else. “See ya later.”

    You get out of there before you can start to cry. You hold the tears in until you’re in front of your apartment. What awaits you is a perfectly clean space and a full fridge. You’re suddenly very glad for that cleaning service because all of your energy has vanished.

    You wash the smell of plane off, before changing into pajamas and ordering your food. Then you put in Die Hard and settle in. You browse through the photos you had taken on your last shoot in Asia. And then you come to older ones.

    Pictures of you and Clark. Clark Kent had been your best friend from the time he had stumbled into that janitor’s closet in an attempt to escape sounds no one else could hear. You’d been hiding from a bully. From the first moment you’d met you’d known he was different.

    You’d grown up privy to his secret, keeping it from even your own parents. You’d gone to college together. Hell, you’d been there to ridicule him the first time he put on the suit. You’d watched him on the news, and watched as the world fell in love with him. You took comfort in knowing that you’d loved him before he was Superman. He was your best friend and you loved him like a brother.

And now he had Diana. They were a match made in heaven, and from the way his eyes had lit up when he had said her name, she was here to stay …at least for a while.You weren’t particularly happy about it either. You’d been in this situation before. You’d watched friends draw away in favor of those they were dating. It was one of the reasons you’d kept a tight knit circle of friends, and why you traveled so much. You’d never thought you’d lose Clark though. The sound of knocking on your door draws you out of your thoughts.

    You set the laptop down, grab the cash and walk to the door. Ready to put thoughts of what would never come to rest. Then you opened the door and regretted not going straight to sleep.

    Clark’s smile was echoed by the woman next to him. They were both dressed in civilian clothes and wearing glasses. And they were both carrying giant bags of Chinese. Clark’s grin simply widened as he said, “Delivery.”

    You did your best to keep the horror off your face, “I thought you had a date.”

    “We did,” your eyes flashed to the woman, “but then Clark told me about you, and your tradition and I insisted that we continue it. Our traditions sustain us after all. And I wanted to meet his best friend and the woman who has kept his secret. It is an honor to meet you, my sister.”

    And then she was hugging you. You were forced to wrap your arms around her to keep your balance as you became perfectly aware of just how sloppy you looked next to her. Her outfit was great, her hair was perfect, and you were working with ten hours on a plane and the start of jet lag.

    If you’d had laser vision, Clark would have been a puddle. So you did the only thing you could in that situation, you glared at your best friend and let the perfect couple into your home. The thought of recounting this tale to Ma Kent also filled you with a certain amount of sadistic glee that worried you only a bit.

As you closed the door and stared at the two of them acting lovey Dovey in your kitchen, you prepared yourself for a long night. If there was one thing worse than losing your best friend to a new significant other, it was watching them be lovey dovey while you were single.

AN: So I talked about this one-shot with @counting-sinful-stars and in the end I decided I wanted to do a best friend fic. There will be no romance between the reader and Clark. Just a very close and fluffy best friend relationship. This takes place in the Justice League War Universe which is why it’s DianaXClark.

anonymous asked:

That was the best live show ?????

the first half of the liveshow was such a mess but it was the best part because you could tell they were both so genuinely comfortable with each other and so amused with what the other person was saying and they just bounced one idea off of another even though they were all random topics and kind of jumbled up. plus all of the technical difficulties they had at the beginning like when younow wouldn’t work at first and then they couldn’t find the right gif and then they couldn’t get twitter to work and it just made the entire thing really humorous and entertaining to watch. one of the best parts was when they started talking about their joint haircuts and how phil has an established rule that he gets to have his haircut first because when dan goes first he basically spills phil’s entire life story to the hair dresser and phil has nothing left to talk about when it’s his turn. it’s funny cuz not only did dan steal phil’s hairdresser, but he can never shut up about phil and he would literally tell everyone in the world phil’s life story if he could. and then when dan accidentally said “after he’d been doing you for 30 minutes” and you could tell they were both silently laughing about what he just said and i really wanted phil to point it out and make a joke but he didnt ;( also another one of the best things that happened during the liveshow was when phil talked about how he accidentally put in his own address in the delivery box instead of his moms when he bought her mother’s day flowers so he just facetimed his mom the flowers and they both broke out laughing as soon as phil said that.. what a fucken icon. the last half of the liveshow wasn’t as exciting but they still wouldn’t stop banting and i just wondered when the wedding was cuz i must’ve missed it from the way they were acting around each other

Eye for Fashion- Poly!Lams x Reader (Soulmate AU)

She was walking through the streets, shoulders hunched, trying to make herself small, when she bumped into someone. She looked up despite herself, trying to locate where the offender was through the haze.

“Sorry,” she apologized, finding a faint shape.

He helped her up. “You’re my soulmate.”

Y/N squinted, tilting her head to the side. “Sorry- sorry? I- I’m still- I still can’t see.”

“What do you mean?” he seemed confused, and it broke her heart.

“I’m really sorry,” Y/N said, still holding his hand tightly. “Is- is this possible?”

He laughed. “I guess so. I’m John Laurens.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Instead of shaking her extended hand, John pulled her into a hug.

“I don’t have work today- I can escort you wherever you were going?”

She grinned. “That’d be great, thank you. I mean, I have the city memorized by now,” she held up her cane. “And I have this, but it always helps.”

John wrapped one arm around her shoulders, putting his free hand on the small of her back and guiding her along the sidewalk.

“So, where are you going?”

“Back to my apartment,” Y/N told him, laughing as he abruptly steered her away from something. She gave him the instructions to her house before starting a small conversation. “So, um, how are we going to do this?”

“I guess I’ll date you, and you’ll date whoever you’re meant to be with.”

She giggled. “This is not how I imagined my day would go.”

“We’re here,” John announced, stepping into the apartment building and going into the elevator. “What floor?”

She told him and handed him the key to her apartment.  

“Not much decor,” he joked, making her laugh once again.

She shrugged playfully. “No, I have never really had an eye for fashion.”

She once again found herself wishing that it wasn’t this way, that she wouldn’t be able to see anything except a dark gray haze until she touched her soulmate for the first time. And of course, Y/N, who had struggled her whole life with the fact that she couldn’t see, had to have bumped into the man who could see because of her, yet she was still blind.

“So, do you want me to make something?”

“You cook?” she asked, pleasantly surprised. Y/N could almost hear the chuckle in his voice as he replied.

“No- I mean, yeah, sometimes, but- if you want to survive the night I can order takeout.”

She smiled at him sweetly. “Takeout sounds good- I really hope that whoever my soulmate is can cook, ‘cause at this rate, we’re gonna need it.”

John used his cell phone to order delivery and took the time to get to know her. Although she couldn’t see him, Y/N found herself already falling for the man in front of her- he might not be her soulmate, but he was certainly something.

“You’re beautiful, you know?”

She looked at him as best she could with the haze covering her vision. “What?”

“You’re absolutely gorgeous. You’re stunning. Just thought you should know.

She blushed and looked down. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my soulmate.”

Y/N and John had become a bit of a legend- the boy who could see because of her, and the girl who was still waiting for her soulmate. Wherever they went, John carefully leading her, there were swarms of people, people who wanted to find their soulmate more than anything, the people who would attempt to purposely bump into them in the hopes they would suddenly be able to see.

“I’m tired of all of this,” John grumbled one morning, protectively wrapping his arms around Y/N. “If one more person ‘accidently’ bumps into us, I’m going to-”

“No, no,” she interrupted. “No threats- you start with your rants, we’ll both be late for work.

John squeezed her shoulders and kissed her cheek, making her soften against his touch. “Fine- only for you, baby girl. But the moment we get home, I’m going to talk your ear off.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“We’re here,” John said, guiding her to the door. “Want me to walk you to your cubicle?”

“Sounds so official,” she commented with a grin. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

They made their way up a few flights of stairs, the bane of any person without a soulmate’s existence, and onto her floor. Before they could reach her spot, a man approached them.

“Hi, do you work here?”

John answered for his girlfriend, knowing she couldn’t see the man. “I don’t, my girlfriend does.”

The man smiled brightly. “Ah, great! I just got transferred here, I have no idea where my cubicle is, the boss isn’t very informative.”

John took the paper the stranger held out and studied it. “Oh, you’re right next to Y/N’s cubicle.”

“Really?” Y/N grinned. “Finally, someone else moved it. It’ll be nice to finally have a neighbor- I have the end spot, so it’s an empty cubicle on one side and a wall on the other.”

“Lonely,” the stranger mused. “My name’s Alexander Hamilton.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” she replied, extending her hand. “Though I guess John here accidentally introduced me?”

They all chuckled before Y/N gasped. Alexander had taken her hand, making a tingling sensation run down her arm and through her body, finally landing at her eyes. A bright light flooded her vision for the first time, the gray haze finally dissipating.  

“Oh my god,” she whispered, looking down at her hands and studying the skin. “Oh my god!”

Y/N’s voice turned into a squeal as she jumped up and down, not yet turning to Alexander or her boyfriend. She saw the plain white tiles speckled with gray dots, her black flats, her black skirt and white button-down shirt that John picked out for her. She picked up a strand of hair, studying it carefully and smiling at the color.

John suddenly realized what had happened. “Oh my god!”

First, she turned to Alexander- she saw his shiny black hair, the color of his skin, his suit that had to be the ugliest one in existence. She bit her lip as she scanned him up and down, making him shift under her gaze. Y/N felt John’s hand, gentle and sweet on her shoulder.

She turned to him, gaping at his curly hair tied back, the freckles dotting his face, his blue-and-white suit.

“God, you’re hot!” she exclaimed before blushing. She giggled at the fact that pink blush made its way up John’s face, too.

“I can see!” she cried, jumping up and down. “I can see, I can see, I can see!”

Alex seemed to have figured it out. “I’m your soulmate?”

She turned back to him. “I’m your soulmate! So- John is-”

“My soulmate,” Alex breathed, reaching his hand out. John met him halfway, grinning as Alexander’s face lit up, his eyes alight with wonder. Hamilton and Y/N looked around, finally able to see.

Y/N and Alex’s boss, George Washington, passed by, putting a hand on both of their shoulders.

“Feel free to take the day off. Laurens, I’ll call your boss- you deserve to get to know each other.”

Y/N smiled brightly. “Thanks, Mr. Washington!”

The three of them walked to John and Y/N’s shared apartment, Y/N thankful to finally walk without her boyfriend’s guidance, although he still kept his hand on her back just in case. She wrinkled her nose as they entered the apartment.

“This is how you decorated my place?” she shook her head. “I’ve owned this apartment for 5 years, and you make everything green and covered in turtles?”

John shrugged, his eyes twinkling. “What can I say? I’ve never had an eye for fashion.”

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‘You ordered me and here I am’ x Tyler Lockwood

Originally posted by michaeltrevxno

based on following prompt :  Imagine Person A orders pizza online and the website has a request box while ordering. Person A puts “send your cutest delivery person” which results in Person B coming to their door.

[Y/N] felt like ordering pizza, since she didn’t want to cook anything. She still was exhausted from her travel trip over to Mystic Falls.
While taking out her phone, she walked towards her couch, and took a seat. [Y/N] had looked up the local pizzeria and ordered her favorite pizza from their site. But just as she was about to confirm her order, she got a call. It was her best friend, probably to ask if she had arrived all right.
[Y/N] picked up her phone, immediately getting asked if everything was okay and if she had arrived in Mystic Falls.
She had a long conversation with her best friend about how she should visit, and had to describe her house very detailed.
‘Hey, listen, can I call you back later or tomorrow?’ [Y/N] then said, after she had described the garden – which was nothing more than grass. ‘I actually wanted to order a pizza, before you called.’
‘Oh, pizza, that sounds so good right now.’
‘Tell me about it.’ [Y/N] laughed. ‘So I’ll talk to you later?’
‘Yeah! Oh, hey, you should say they should send their cutest delivery guy.’ Her best friend giggled.
‘Hell no,’ [Y/N] laughed again.
‘Hey, it’s a good way of meeting the cute guys in the neighborhood! And I have a feeling the pizza delivery guy will be on your doorstep quit a few times.’
‘Yeah, sure. Okay, I’m hanging up now. Bye!’ [Y/N] grinned, hanging up her phone while softly shaking her head.
She was back on the site of the local pizzeria, contemplating whether she should actually listen to her best friend or not. It wasn’t the worst idea ever.
The worst thing that could happen is that they didn’t send their cutest guy. Or the best thing that could happen is that they did send their cutest guy.
‘Oh, what the hell,’ [Y/N] mumbled, while adding ‘send your cutest delivery guy’ in the ‘extra’ box. Before she could overthink it, she placed her order and locked her phone.
She decided it was a good idea to watch some TV, just to take her mind off things.
Before she realized what time it was, her doorbell rang.
A bit nervous, [Y/N] got up, took the money for the pizza and walked to the door.
When she opened up, she was … Well sure that they had listened to her ‘special request’. A dark haired guy stood in the doorway, wearing a red polo that seemed to be a bit too small for his muscular body, and a pizza box in his hands.
‘You ordered a pizza?’ He frowned.
‘Eh, yeah.’ [Y/N] mumbled, ashamed since she clearly was caught staring.
‘And you ordered a cute guy?’ He now grinned, his grumpy features disappearing while a bright smile came on his face. ‘Well, you ordered me, and here I am.’
‘I must say I’m not disappointed with my request,’ [Y/N] said, before she could stop herself.
The delivery guy laughed out loud, throwing his head back a bit.
‘That’s good to hear,’ he grinned. ‘I must say I wasn’t surprised that my boss send me, honestly.’
[Y/N] frowned. Was he that sort of a guy? Well, he still was hot, but also an ego-centered prick.  
‘How come?’ [Y/N] dared to ask. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer.
‘I’m the only guy working tonight.’ He grinned again. ‘But, here’s your pizza.’ He pushed the box forward, and [Y/N] took it, giving him the money.
‘Thanks,’ he said, while putting the money in his pockets.
‘Oh, wait, I didn’t give you a tip …’ [Y/N] started to search around for some lose money, but the guy immediately stopped her.
‘Don’t bother. Just give me your phone number and a promise of a date, and it’ll be fine.’ He grinned. [Y/N] was a bit stunned to hear this, but decided to agree to their ‘deal’. So the guy handed over his phone, while taking back the pizza so [Y/N] could put her phone number in his phone.
‘It’s [Y/N] by the way,’ she added, while giving back his phone and taking the pizza box again.
‘Nice to meet you [Y/N] .’ He smiled. ‘I’m Tyler. Enjoy your pizza, and I’ll call you.’ He gave her a quick cheeky wink and then went off, leaving [Y/N] a bit flustered.
She then closed the door, and reminded herself to thank her best friend and to always listen to her crazy ideas.

The Walls Sweat

I think I need to move again.

The doctor called it agoraphobia. I call it a rational reaction after being stalked for two years by an ex boyfriend. The moment he was finally jailed, I picked up everything and got out of there. Mom said I could move in with her, but I didn’t want her to see what I’d become.

The new apartment was across the state, cheap, and had plenty of delivery services. Once I entered that building, I resolved the closest I’d get to leaving it was to get the mail every other day. I worked from home, freelance writing. Unpredictable, at best, but I’d managed to get it to work for me.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a prompt of Alison needing to have a c-section becasue the baby is in trouble?

Here you go anon, enjoy….


Neither of them had slept since at least the middle of the night after Alison woke the brunette up after her water broke. So here they were in the neon lit hospital room waiting for their son to make an appearance. Alison moaned in pain when a contraction took over her body rocking back and forth on the rubber ball next to bed as she gripped the sheets with her one hand while Emily rubbed the blonde’s back with one hand and let Alison squeeze the other.

The monitor next to bed had been humming along for hours now and Emily hadn’t even noticed its increased pace until a nurse bustled into the room and began fussing over the paperwork pouring from it.

“Is everything okay?” Emily asked looking worriedly at the nurse.

“The baby isn’t liking the contractions very much” The nurse said as calmly as she could but the tension in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by the brunette. “I’m going to page your OB, but Alison” she added talking directly to the blonde now “Can you lie on your side for a few minutes? We’ll see if getting more blood to your uterus helps”

Alison was almost too exhausted to answer but after she nodded they somehow managed to get her on the bed. However, no more than fifteen minutes and three contractions later the nurse waltzed back into the room followed by their OB and two other nurses.

“Alison” Dr. Barron said quietly kneeling down in front of the bed so she could see into the blonde’s eyes “The baby needs to come out now. We can’t wait for him to take his time. His heart rate is starting to do down with each contraction so we need to get ready for a C-section”

“Right now?” Alison’s voice was hoarse but Emily could hear the fear in it.

“Soon, yes. Your only three centimeters dilated, you’re still at least five hours away fro delivering naturally” Their OB said gently but firmly. “It’s not a risk we want to take. I don’t want to put a strain on him. I’m sorry, I know it’s not the delivery you wanted.”

“Em?” Alison looked up to her wife her eyes trying her best not to cry, but Alison was not good with hospitals and the only reason she was dealing with this was because they were supposed to take someone home. Yet, before the brunette could answer Alison curled up and squeezed her hand as another contraction hit her body, and Emily could see the numbers in the monitor correlating to their son’s heartbeat dip a little.

“Let’s just get him here healthy, okay?” She pushed a few locks of hair off her sweaty face, and Alison nodded, a tear running down her cheek.

As soon as they gave their consent things were kind of a blur and before Emily could realize they took Alison down to the operating room whilst they took her in the opposite direction. They handed her a folded pair of scrubs and told her to stay there until another nurse came back for her. After a few minutes of waiting without a sign of the nurse the brunette took out her phone to call her mother who was watching the twins at home.

“Is he here?”

“Not yet” Emily sighed as she paced back and forth, “I wanted to give you an update though. They just took Ali into surgery, I’m going in there in a few minutes”


“He’s just… I don’t know… he just isn’t handling labor that well anymore, they want to get him out”

“Oh god, how’s Alison?”

“She’s okay, scared, but she’s okay” Emily sighed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah” Emily nodded “I’m a little nervous but I’m okay”

“Do you want me to come down there? Call one of the girls?”

“No, that’s okay mom, I’ll call Hanna after, just do me a favour? Don’t tell Lily and Grace”

“They’re in bed Emily, it’s four am”

“Yeah right” The brunette exhaled her mind was all over the place, “I’m sorry I called so late”

“No, no, I’ll be up, call when you have news okay?”

“I will” Emily heard the door open, “I’ve got to go mom, I love you”

“I love you too”

Tuning around the brunette found a nurse waiting for her just outside the door, “Emily, we’re ready for you”

The nurse helped Emily put on a face-mask before she guided her down the hall and through various set of closed doors. Finally opening the door to the operating room where her wife was. A nurse placed a stool next to Alison’s head and before she could register it the blonde felt her wife’s hand on her hair.

“It’s me” Emily whispered, “I’m here”

Alison nodded managing a smile “You look very official with that mask”

“I figured I’d dress for the occasion” The brunette smiled.

“Alison?” Dr. Barron peered over the drape that prevented Alison what was happening on the other side “I’m going to start, just a few more minutes”

“Ready?” Emily rubbed circles on top of Alison’s head, “Don’t worry they do this all the time”

Alison nodded again but this time she had to blink back a couple of tears.

“Everything’s going to be okay” Emily muttered over and over again like a mantra.

“How are you doing Alison?” The doctor asked a few minutes later.

“I’m okay” Alison said hoarsely, her eyes still swimming in tears.

“Good. You’re doing great! Are the girls excited to meet their brother?” Dr. Barron looked back down at what she was doing.

“Yeah they are” Emily smiled at the simple thought of their twin daughters, who Dr. Barron had delivered almost five years ago. Yet, everything went quiet for the next couple of minutes before they heard the doctor ask for a the neonatal nurse to stand closer to the bed.

“Alison, you’re going to feel a lot of pressure now, we’re almost done. So Emily if you want to see him you should probably get up now”

Emily doesn’t let go of the blonde’s hand as she stands up to try and get a better look of her son being born. She had seen both Grace and Lily being born and there was no way she was going to miss this one. There was a lot of blood and it was not exactly how Emily thought it was going to be but she managed to catch a glimpse of her son as they pulled him out.

“There we go” Dr. Barron cheered “It’s a boy!”

The doctor held the little boy up so that Alison could get a good look at him before they took him away, and by now there were tears streaming down both Alison and Emily’s cheeks. “Is he okay?” They asked almost simultaneously.

“He looks great” The doctor assured as their son wailed his head off.

“I’m so proud of you” Emily whispered kissing her wife, “You did so good”

“Go with him” Alison sniffled “I’m okay, go see him”

Nodding Emily left the blonde’s side, walking over to where two nurses were working on her newborn son. His eyes were screwed shut and his limbs were flying in the air but to her he was perfect.

“You can touch him” One of them smiled “We’re almost done”

“Hey buddy” Emily cooed while she stroked his cheek, “Hi, I’m your mama”

After a few minutes they finished cleaning him, they wrapped him up in a blanket before they handed the still crying infant in the brunette’s arms “Come on buddy, let’s go see mommy” She headed back to the blonde and she met with the blonde’s expecting eyes.

“Hi sweetheart” Alison smiled when Emily placed his cheek against her’s, and a nurse untied her arm from the operating table so she could reach over to caress his face.

Emily maneuvered her son so she could rest him on her chest, “How are you doing?” The blonde cooed “Yeah, it’s mommy, I’m right here baby”

“He knows” The brunette ran her finger over her son’s head.  

“That was a lot of work wasn’t it?” Alison whispered softly before she looked back up at Emily “Em…”


“We’re out numbered”

Just Go With It

Nalu Week 2017

Prompt: (day 3, my own) ‘normal’

‘Just Go With It’

Word Count: 1079

Rating: teen

Modern AU, Officer Dragneel and Journalist Heartfilia

Summary: Lucy the reporter is well versed in some of the shadier aspects of Natsu’s cop life - and has learned to roll with the punches, so to speak. 'Normal,’ is just a word and something that never applies to them.

“Just go with it!” Lucy couldn’t help but flinch as Natsu hissed into her ear. To the casual observers in the crowded bar, it seemed as if he was being sweet - he did have one hand on her shoulder and the other glued to her backside. She pulled away and nodded to the large man who’d just given her a deep head-to-toe going over. Exasperation in her tone for the situation and for her boyfriend made her voice shrill. “I’m the very best, and I ain’t cheap.”

Falling over himself, Natsu nodded and chuckled. “She’s a professional.”

The large man smiled, showing tobacco stained teeth. “So am I. While I didn’t expect to run into you tonight Mr. Salamander, I could accept delivery right now.”

The sounds of music and laughter faded for Lucy. Digging her elbow into Natsu’s side hard enough to make him want to bite his fist to keep silent, she stepped closer to the stranger. “I’m busy right now.”

“Ooh, Mr. Bora loves the feisty ones.”

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Expensive Gifts

note: i was so looking forward to this!  And it’s Late!  Also it turned out differently than the original draft but who cares right.

Prompt: Day 4 (9/29/16): fake dating au (Seokjin)




Your sister calls you a whore the first time Seokjin sends you flowers to your shared residence. The word is meant to be a hurtful jab, something to put you in your place. But rather than feeling sad or even angry, you feel an odd sense of victory that you are finally getting something your perfect sister couldn’t get.

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About button-up shirts and late night talks

After a long day of training at the Jam&Roller, Nina invited everyone for a sleepover at her dad’s place, where they could continue their discussion about new steps and sequences, and just overall continue to enjoy each other’s company. Apart from Ambar, they all agreed - even Delfi and Jazmín - and so the group marched to Ricardo’s house.

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classicwom  asked:

Matthew Crawley

@betweenpastandpresenttense sent a post give me…Love your blog! Can you do Matthew Crawley?

Prepare for a long rambly love letter to Matthew … :)

give me a character and i’ll answer

do I like them:  Since he’s my soul mate I guess I better say I like him. Yes I like him. I love him. I”m in love with a fictional character and I always will be. 

5 good qualities: I’ve said before Matthew’s face is a reflection of his soul. He’s an observant man. A good man. A kind man. Doesn’t mean he’s unaware or weak. I wish more people got this–you can be kind and strong. He truly knows Mary for though their outward personalities appear completely different (he appears sweet and soft hearted whereas she is cool and standoffish)–he knows she’s wearing a mask of indifference because she’s afraid to appear vulnerable. 

He knows she’d detest that. So he hides his awareness behind the mask of the diplomat. From that first meeting he was figuring Mary out. Unpeeling the layers of mask to see almost immediately that they were destined to be a true meeting of minds and hearts. Barb for barb they felt each other out and got under each other’s skins until they (finally!) realized they could not live without each other. 

Mary was put off her game by Matthew. He refused to be “played with” in the way she was used to… and at first that confused and angered her. Matthew can see beyond the surface to the truth of the person underneath.He drew Mary out of that mask with his kindness and his love without attempting to fundamentally change the person he loves. Because he loves that person just the way she is.. [and more than a bit turned on by her as well because of this battle of wits and smarts]… Once Mary too realized their intimate connection it made for a transcendent love story. A love story for the ages. 

Originally posted by whatifthisstormends

3 bad qualities: …his guilt is a tad too much indulgent and unfair (to a certain extent) on Mary. He made the first move on the kiss. He knew what he was doing. But men do that… blame others for their faults. Matthew couldn’t stand that he didn’t live up to own standards of conduct. So he threw around blame. But he came to his senses. He understood. He said he was wrong.

He’s kind almost to the point of hurting himself and denying him love. 

favourite episode:
Since this is solely on Matthew… 2 x 09 CS 2011. How can you not love this episode? Matthew’s decided to stoically move on and try to accept that Mary will never be his but that she’d also never marry Richard Carlisle. Slowly over the episode he draws closer and closer to her, earning back her trust and good opinion. And then …sigh..then… 

Originally posted by bisexualcooper

otp: my hearts…esp when they’re being cheeky and subtextual with each other… 

brotp: Tom Branson. But I also love his friendship with Edith. 


Originally posted by yourmarycrawleyforalleternity

notp: anyone other than Mary…:)

best quote:I have so many favorite lines. Dan’s delivery of certain lines rise above the sometimes cliched, cringe worthy, creaky dialogue…“I will love you until the last breath leaves my body.” is the best example of that. 
I also love pissy Matthew… “Robert the last time you made an investment you nearly ruined the family…” “Then Harry Stoke is a fool…

Adorable dad: ”“Hello my dearest little chap.” 

 “Now come and kiss me.”

  But I truly love the obscure line right before as well: “Then I”ll get wet.”–it says everything about Matthew. He wants to stay with Mary. Be with her. 

But the best has to be . “Oh God Mary…I am so so sorry…” (click line for vocal seduction 101 proof  |My never to look back moment. Matthew owned me from that line. And the kiss sealed it all.

Originally posted by maagiics

head canon:

I’ve written this before but I still love it–  and they lived happily ever after with their three children. George served with distinction in Operation Market Garden. His sister Madeleine (who had been conceived while MM were in Paris) worked for the SOE. The baby, Freddie, was too young to serve in WWII but instead entered academia and became a classics professor at Cambridge.


Turnadette Tuesday

Turner Timeline–Episode 6x08b

Shelagh’s Birth Story part 2–”Just Like Everyone Else”

This week, we continue with Shelagh’s birth story looking at a series of incidents that basically set up her arc for this episode. The previous scene that I posted last week was the prologue–this is the proper beginning, and it’s an interesting one. More thoughts follow:

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With a taste of your lips

Lutteoficweek Day 6: „You’re offering to give me a kiss if I buy your shitty fundraiser popcorn. Well, in that case…”

Planned a bit over 1k words, now it’s 2.2k words and I have no idea how this happened but it’s my favourite prompt. And a big Thank you to @maybe-tiika for proofreading!

Matteo had no idea why he allowed Gastón to drag him to this movie night in the first place. A regular movie night would have been just fine, but what person in their right mind went to their university on the weekend, movie night or not? Shouldn’t he be spared from this place at least on the last two days of the week?

“Gastón, this better be fun as you promised or else I’ll get you a dictionary for your birthday”, he announced as they entered the campus.

“A dictionary? Why?”

“So you can look up the meaning of the word fun, of course.”

A grin slipped on the other boy’s face. “I wonder if you are seriously mad for seeing this place on a weekend day… or are you actually just bummed because your little moon declined to come with you?” Matteo sent him a grim look, hoping it’d be enough to shut him up. “She didn’t decline.”

Gastón only laughed more. “Really? Then I guess she shrunk in size over the past week – hey, is that her in your pocket or your phone?”

For a second, Matteo considered to leave him standing there and just go home. With Gastón in this kind of mood, this evening could only get worse.

“Haha, very funny. She told me she had plans for the weekend, so I didn’t ask.” At that, his best friend stopped, hands theatrically clasped over his mouth in shock. Or at least, pretended shock. “No way! Hand me my calendar”, he demanded, “I need to mark the day Matteo Balsano is too scared to ask a girl out!”

“I’m not scared”, Matteo argued right away. Him, too scared to ask Luna out, what a ridiculous concept. (Except maybe there was some tiny, tiny truth to it, since this little girl messed with his body and soul. Never had he felt anything like this before.)

They walked into the hallway, where Matteo’s attempts to defend himself turned out to be pointless. As soon as Gastón discovered Nina, he didn’t listen but walked off, his best friend completely forgotten. “I guess I see you there, then?”, Matteo shouted. Then he looked around, hoping to find someone he knew, someone to pass the time with. And when he did, he suddenly didn’t mind being in this place on a Saturday anymore.

She barely had turned her back around to check on the popcorn machine when a voice she recognized too well appeared behind her.

“If this isn’t my chica delivery trying to save the world again. What is it about this time?”

She whirled around to face him, only to find a grin on his lips. Of course he was grinning, that’s what Matteo Balsano was constantly doing around her, along with throwing around teasing comments like they were waiting desperately to get out of his mouth.

“Climate change”, she replied, “You know, saving the polar bears.”

Matteo’s eyes discovered the baby bear on her t-shirt, right below her chest and relief washed over her since those fundraiser t-shirts were always too big for her. Thinking how it’d look on her if the shirt fitted just a little bit tighter and how he’d look at her… it was too much.

“So, this is what you were planning to do this weekend?” The question surprised her. “You seem oddly interested in my weekend plans lately.” Maybe she imagined the way his face fell before he answered.

“Well, how am I supposed to save or help you if I don’t know what you’re up to?” She shrugged. “Fair point, chico fresa.” However, she was unable to shake the feeling – and the hope – there was more to it than he wanted to admit.

With one hand, Luna grabbed a half-filled bag of popcorn and waved it in front of Matteo’s face. “You could help me right now, you know.” His fingers already in the bag to steal some popcorn, he replied: “How? By buying popcorn? I’ve heard worse things.”
“You’re impossible”, she complained but laughed as his chuckle turned into a grimace. “I take it you don’t like salty popcorn?”

Matteo took a step back, the disgust visible in his expressions. “Don’t like it? This is the worst popcorn I’ve ever had! I’m sorry, chica delivery, but I think I’ll pass this time.”

“Isn’t this important to you?”, Luna pouted, if only to make him stay some more moments. “Oh, it is”, he said, sweeping a rebellious curl out of his face, “I just don’t see why I should ruin my taste buds because of it.”

She sighed. Around them, more and more students walked towards the lecture hall in which the faculty had set up the big screen. The movie started soon and she had to focus again on selling popcorn, not on flirting with a cute Italian boy. Luna knew she should let him go, she knew it, but she hadn’t seen him in the last two days and the curl fell back into his face, distracting her and he gave her a dizzy sensation in her stomach that felt good. In a weird way, but good nonetheless.

“Are you really that serious?”, she gave it one last shot. All she got in return was an offended: “Luna, please, this isn’t sweet at all!” Matteo paused, almost thoughtful. Then, he winked at her, causing her knees to tremble. “And you know how much I like sweet things.”

“I could kiss you.”

The words left her mouth too quickly. In fact, even her own brain took some time to catch up. However, when it did, her words hit her hard. By the surprised expression on Matteo’s face, she wasn’t the only one.

“Excuse me?”

“Uh, well, I mean, I…”, she stuttered. Her whole face heated up like a wildfire. “I said I could kiss you? Only if you buy some popcorn, of course!” Luna seriously doubted this made the situation any better, any more bearable, but it was the only idea she got to save herself.

Matteo returned her stare for a few seconds. His huge brown eyes drew her in, made her forget about the world and she blamed them and that stupid sexy wink for her verbal outburst. If only she knew what laid behind them, what he was thinking…

A mischievous smile spread on Matteo’s lips and he leaned closer. Her heart skipped a beat. “One bucket of popcorn, then.”

“A bu… a whole bucket?”

“Of course”, Matteo stated, back to his usual confident self, “For the polar bears, right?”

Her fingers were slightly shaking as she handed him the bucket. Too much embarrassment rushed through her veins to look at him. Surely, he smirked, like the chico fresa he was, and fought back a stupid comment and what had she done?

“Hey, Luna”, he called for her attention. She tilted her head until her eyes met his. The smile he gave her was too much, too bright. Too troubling for her heart. “I can’t wait to try it.”

Half an hour after the movie had started, Luna still struggled to believe she had offered Matteo a kiss. Matteo Balsano. A kiss. Why hadn’t she kept her mouth shut?

Not that the thought of kissing the chico fresa was a horrible one, though. On the contrary, recently she indulged in that fantasy many more times than she cared to admit out loud. It happened during lectures, late at night under her blanket or during one of his hugs, when he pulled her a centimeter closer than necessary. And every time she went through the same physical reaction: her mind drifted far, far away, the butterflies in her stomach awakened and spread out through her body until the feeling reached her fingertips.

It didn’t help either that Matteo constantly turned around to her. Sometimes he had a smile on his face, sometimes he winked at her and sometimes he just gave a long, longing look out of these dark big brown eyes.

I can’t wait to try it.

If he kissed like he teased, the chances of her surviving that kiss were humiliatingly slim. By the stars, he knew how to drive her crazy.

The credits rolled, the lights slowly got brighter and Matteo found it impossibly hard to stay on his seat. He fidgeted so much, Gastón already rolled his eyes at him. But Luna’s words played in his head, back and forth, until he no longer thought of anything else. I could kiss you.

Automatically, his head turned around to search for his small chica delivery and that’s when his best friend had enough. “Oh, please, just go to her, you’re like an overly excited puppy and I can’t handle this any longer. Why are you even that excited? I thought you two already talked earlier.”

“I’m not a puppy”, Matteo muttered, having only listened half-heartedly. “Right, you’re a wolf”, Gastón said, now smirking. With a glare at the moon outside, he howled.

“I can’t believe I still call you my best friend.” The other boy laughed again, “I’m sure, deep down you know it’s funny too. And you haven’t told me yet what you are so excited about… did something happen that you might want to tell me?” Right that second Matteo discovered Luna, knowing the timing couldn’t be any better. He jumped up. “I’m sorry, I can’t, she promised me something earlier and I have to go now, see you later!”

He pretended he didn’t see how his best friend wriggled his eyebrows before he walked towards Luna.

“So, chica delivery, I’m awaiting my order.”

She jumped at his sudden appearance behind her. Perhaps she should have known better after she lost sight of him in the crowd. He occasionally managed to startle her like this, like it was some hidden talent to silently sneak up on people. Noticing the impatient sparkle in his eyes, her knees began to tremble already.

“You already got your popcorn”, she stammered.

“Mh, we both know I’m not talking about popcorn.” His gaze dropped to her lips, inspecting them as if they were a masterpiece in an art museum. Carefully, his hand reached out to her and brushed a loose strand behind her ear.

She felt her lungs working hard in her chest, pumping and burning, and she felt her lips curling up to form a smile. She felt her brain shutting down too. She was all feelings now.

At least she was until someone peaked over Matteo’s shoulder and howled so loud, they both shrieked up and snapped out of it. However, that person was gone as quickly as they had walked in on them.

“What the… was that Gastón? What was he doing?”, Luna asked while Matteo only rolled his eyes. “Basically he’s doing what he does all the time: bad jokes.”

She already hated herself for this, but if she wanted at least a bit of privacy, they needed to leave this place. “Okay, maybe we should go somewhere quieter”, she suggested, intertwining their fingers. She tried to blend out the sharp breath Matteo drew in. (Unsuccessfully.)

“A storage room, nice. A little bit cliché though, don’t you think?”

“Oh, shut up.” Despite the dimmed lights, Luna registered Matteo’s smirk. It was impossible to miss and so stupid she felt the urge to wipe it away. Why did he have to make this harder and more mortifying than it already was? “You could make me”, he whispered.

It’s just a kiss, she told herself, knowing it was a blatant lie. Just a kiss, no big deal.

Slowly, she raised her hand and rested it on his neck, pulling him closer. He gladly followed her silent demand, eyes closed, the smirk gone. His breath tickled her skin. The dizziness in her stomach went off the charts.

And then she lost her courage.

She lost her courage and simply pressed her lips against his cheek, a quick peck, before she broke away.

He blinked in confusion. “Wait, what?”

Frozen, she stared at him. She felt afraid, so horribly afraid, even if it was Matteo. Maybe because it was Matteo. The chico fresa, who had done this before and who didn’t freak out at the thought of kissing someone he liked. (And she liked him. So much.)

“This is how you treat me for buying the biggest bowl of popcorn you had?”

Her eyes got stuck on the curve of his mouth. “I…” A clump in her throat prevented her from continuing.

“Luna, I’m sorry, I really am, but I can’t accept that.”

Matteo leaned in, his grip strong and stable on her waist, with his lips finding hers and she stopped thinking. She stopped thinking because the sensation of his mouth moving gently on hers, of his hands pulling her closer, was overwhelming.

Looking for support, she grabbed his shirt, causing the delicate fabric to wrinkle, before her hand wandered to his cheek. In response, he brought her closer, so close she was all wrapped up against him, so close she felt his heart beating, no, racing in his chest.

He tasted a bit salty from the popcorn (and she got it, she preferred it sweet too), but there was something else too – something that lingered in his lips as they danced over hers, that delivered her straight to heaven.

I can’t wait to try it, he had told her, but Matteo didn’t kiss like he teased at all. He kissed her like he meant those words, driving her crazier now than their banters ever could. And Luna wanted to kiss him like this for the rest of her life. No matter if he bought popcorn or not.

Second review up! Gonna try to speed up writing these, the season’s moving right along. I’ll try to have these uploaded every three days until I’m caught up and start posting weekly.

This was really fun to draw for too! Grump Starlight!


As the Mane6 leave to go on a friendship retreat, Starlight and Trixie spend time together practicing magic spells. During one of these sessions, Trixie accidentally teleports away the Cutie Map, sending Starlight into an understandable panic. Starlight begins a frantic search to find the Map before Twilight returns, but becomes increasingly frustrated and resentful towards her best friend, who doesn’t seem to take anything that has happened seriously. Unwilling to express this growing fury and risk losing Trixie in the process, Starlight resorts to literally bottling up her emotions. This ends with less than desirable results…

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Do you like comics? Do you like drawing? Do you like drawing comics? Well, then I have something for you!!

I’m looking for some people who might want to draw little comics or doodles for my comic, The Daily Medium! There’s no pay or anything, this is a home project sort of thing. No deadlines either, I’m doing this so I don’t overwhelm myself with doing a comic solo, so it wouldn’t be good if there were deadlines for shit. But, if you want to join, I can make you a mod if you want, or something else if you’d like. TDM is about a young medium living with 5 ghosts!

Judith, Winnie, Vlad, Jasmine and Mark!! 

This is Ally Rose Cartienez! She’s the main character, and a medium! Her best friend is Shirley Renyolds, a pizza delivery boy!

If you have any questions, or want to join, please message me @ poppyshark!! If not, please reblog this and show it to your artsy friends, they might be interested!!

I like @saturdaynightguys ’ approach to #worldbreastfeeding week. And she’s right. Fed is best.

I had wanted to have immediate latch attempt after my beautiful imaginary vaginal delivery, but wasn’t permitted to until the humor-less recovery nurse ok’d it (a couple hours later? Not sure. Lotsa’ drugs.)

She latched like a champ when we did get to try.
But I had supply issues, so formula supplement came quickly. Had to feed every two hours for several weeks due to bilirubin. Started to hate the breastfeeding chair. It would take her 40 min to nurse and then drink bottle, and I’d have 80 min before starting all over again.
For weeks.

I didn’t mind the physical proximity and I’ve never felt touched out, per se. Cranky because hungry or needed sleep, maybe.

We’re at almost 6 months. I pump every 2-3 hours at work. She only really nurses on the weekends. She just started upping her intake to a crazy 6oz every 3 hours (she’s gobbling), and I’m really not sure how long my supply is going to hold. She gets formula at night, which is the only thing that’s kept supply and demand somewhat even. We’re about to start solids, but y'know. Fun before One.

After years of infertility I’m so stinking grateful for the opportunity and experience to feed my child, and while I’ll definitely miss our snuggle time, guys… there are some days I won’t miss worrying about the milk bags.

Duration? As long as supply holds out, I guess.

None Of Your Business-Part 14

You are a newly graduated MBA student trying to get a highly sought-after job at Wesson Technology.  You have spent your life proving to people that your more than your Omega status.  Will billionaire tech genius Alpha Sam Wesson take a chance on you?

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Characters:: Alpha! Sam Wesson, Alpha! Dean Smith, Omega! Reader, Beta! Charlie Bradbury, Omega! Ruby, Beta! Cas Novak, Omega! Jo Harvelle, Beta! Kevin Tran, Mandy (OC, Sam’s daughter)

A/N: This is the end, guys! Thanks for sticking by me for this journey!  I appreciate all the feedback I have gotten about this series. I saved the biggest plot twist for the end, just because I can! ;)

Readers POV:

When we got to Ruby’s apartment, the door was unlocked, so we walked right in.  We found Ruby in her bedroom, blood everywhere, slumped in a chair with a bloody towel clutched in her lap.  She was ghostly pale and groaning with pain.

“Sam why don’t you go wait outside for the ambulance while I help Ruby get cleaned up?” I commented.

He nodded gratefully and practically ran out the door.

I started opening drawers until I found a complete outfit and then I got a clean towel from the linen closet.  Ruby was hunched over in pain.  “When did this all start?” I asked.

“About 15 minutes before I called you. I started having pain, and then the bleeding started.  I’m scared, Y/N.  It really hurts.”  She whispered.

We had just gotten Ruby changed when the paramedics came in with the gurney.  “She has lost a lot of blood.”  I told them.  They took Ruby outside and loaded her into the ambulance.

“We will meet you at the hospital.” Sam told the driver.  The ambulance sped off into the night, lights flashing and sirens blaring.

Ruby was immediately rushed into emergency surgery.  It seemed like forever before someone came to talk to us.

“Ruby just came out of surgery.  She suffered a placental rupture, which was the cause of the bleeding.  The baby is fine, but Ruby had massive hemorrhaging due to the placenta not completely detaching from the uterine wall.  We were forced to do a hysterectomy to stop the blood loss.  She is in recovery now.”

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There are so many times I’ve wanted to tell you that I love you, because for me that’s just an everyday thing. I tell my mom that I love her when she brings me back cookies from the store, I say it to my best friend when she leaves. I tell every celebrity I meet and even when the delivery guy brings me a package I’ve been waiting for for so long I’m like ‘OMG THANKS I LOVE YOU’ So why is it so difficult to tell you that I love you? Maybe it’s because I’m afraid to admit that what we have is real, afraid to lose it al and rushing into things. But you should know, even tho I never say it out loud, I love you.
—  Excerpts of stories ill never finish / #65
Straight Off The Plane To A New Hotel

Based on this request

Originally posted by onedirection-damnthoseboys

Being on tour with the boys had been exhausting.  Fun, but exhausting.  The shows had always been emotionally draining for the guys - they poured their hearts and souls into every performance.  The past few weeks had been even tougher on them.  The decision had been made to take a break after tour - a year, eighteen months, 2 years - there had been a few suggestions but nothing concrete.  Regardless of the length, the boys had begun treating each show like their last and they were paying the price.  Trudging back on the bus to travel to the next city, Niall collapsed on the leather couch in the lounge and slung his arm over his eyes.  “Baby, think you could rub me shoulders a bit?” 

Even though you were exhausted too, you got up from your bunk and settled in behind your boyfriend.  Working your thumbs into the knots across his broad shoulders, you filled him in on your day.

“Spoke with Emily today.” 

“Mmmhmm? How’s she enjoyin’ California?” Niall asked.

Sighing, you responded, “She loves it.  Says the weather’s great, loves her job, said her apartment has an amazing view.”

Wincing a bit as you hit a particularly tender spot Niall asked, “Babe, why ya sound so sad about it?  Seems like she likes it out there.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning your chin down on his shoulder.  He tipped his head back and you pressed soft kisses to the freckles scattered across his skin.  “It’s the first time we’re not celebrating our birthdays together”  you mumbled into his neck.  “That’s how we became friends; ever since we realized how close our birthdays were, we always celebrated together.”

Niall put his hands over your arms, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.  “M’sorry babe.  I know it’s hard.  But I’m glad your here with me, even though it means you’ll be spending your birthday in……..Jesus I don’t even know where we’re gonna be.” 

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#356: ‘Throw Out The Birth Plan’ (PART 2)

How Long Will I Love You: Throw Out The Birth Plan (PART 2)- One Shot #356
+past one shots
No visuals/song.
Note: A missing scene from: #254. Another Little Bird 

“We’re not going back to sleep tonight, are we?” Harry padded into the lounge carrying two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands. The boys wouldn’t be up for a couple more hours, and there was no way you’d be getting to sleep at this rate. The sun hadn’t even rose yet, and wouldn’t for a while in this  

You shrugged, with a grin. “I don’t think I could if I tried. Look what I found. I thought Darcy had it, but we must’ve ended up with it when she moved back from university.” You pulled Darcy’s baby blanket up onto your lap. It was faded and fraying, but the slightly crooked stitching of her name in the corner. “Can you believe she used to be that small?” You rubbed the fabric between your fingers. “Can you believe all of our babies used to be that small?”

Harry put his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple. “We’ve got two grandbabies coming here pretty soon.” He shook his head in slight disbelief.

You dropped your cheek to his shoulder. “Do you think I think I did something wrong, Harry?”

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