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Let’s Do It, Let’s Fall In Love.

The only thing I’m going to say is you need to listen to this song while you read this to get a real feel for it. Other than that enjoy! 

The last thing Waverly expected when she walked through Nicole’s door that night was the sound of jazz music playing. She kicked Nicole’s front door gently closed with her heal. In her left hand she held her purse, in her right was a bottle of red wine she picked up on the way home when Nicole texted her that she was cooking pasta for dinner. The sound of the music drifted through the house and made Waverly smile as she placed her jacket on the coat rack by the door. After hanging up her jacket she tiptoed her way to the kitchen. The closer she got the more she realized there was more than one voice singing.

Nicole didn’t usually sing, but when she did Waverly wished she could bottle the sound. Nicole would swear she couldn’t hold a note, but Waverly believed otherwise. She thought her singing voice was beautiful.

When Waverly got to the kitchen the sight before her made her smile even wider, and the noise that was muffled by walls moments earlier was now clear as day. Nicole singing along to an old Ella Fitzgerald song.

“In Spain, the best upper sets do it. Lithuanians and Letts do it. Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.”

Waverly couldn’t physically smile any wider. She leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen and watched as her girlfriend swung her hips and sang along to the most romantic jazz melody. Nicole had her back turned, facing the stove, as she stirred something in a big pot.

There was a giggle in Nicole’s voice as she sang “Think of Siamese twins. Some Argentines, without means do it. People say in Boston even beans do it. Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.” She mindlessly added spiced to the sauce she was cooking while she sang.

God, after almost a year of dating, this was maybe Waverly’s favorite moment yet. Watching Nicole in her tight jeans and a grey t-shirt, sing as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Waverly ran her hand down her own arm to tame the goosebumps that had formed there.

After another moment or two she could no long just stand by and watch those hips sway, and hear that voice sing, she had to be near her. Waverly slowly walked into the kitchen and approached Nicole from behind. Her hand reached for the hand Nicole was using to stir the pasta sauce. Nicole looked to her side and smiled. “Waverly, when did you-?” She had begun to ask before Waverly “shushed” her.

Waverly pulled on Nicole hand, making her drop the spoon and step away from the stove. “Dance with me.” Waverly whispered as she settled her body against Nicole’s.

Nicole obliged as she wrapped one arm around Waverly’s waist, the other held Waverly’s hand in hers. They slowly began to sway. For a moment Waverly just enjoyed resting her head on Nicole’s chest as they swayed in a kitchen that smelt like Italian spices. But then she realized she was missing something. She moved her head to look up at Nicole her chin resting on her girlfriend’s chest. “Keep singing?” She asked with a sweet smile.

“Waverly…” Nicole rolled her eyes. “I can’t.”

“Please.” Waverly moved her hand that was resting around Nicole’s neck to her face, to tuck a piece of red hair behind her lover’s ear. “Your voice is beautiful baby.”

Nicole sighed and jumped in during the next verse. “In shallow shoals, English soles do it. Goldfish in the privacy of bowls, do it.” This line made Waverly giggled. She closed her eyes and let herself absorb the sound of Nicole singing to her. “Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.”

Waverly snuggled closer to Nicole as she continued to sing and they continued to dance. “I’m sure giraffes, on the sly do it. Heavy hippopotami, do it. Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.”

Nicole feeling her confidence build while holding Waverly in her arms decided to bump up the charm. “Sweet guinea pigs, do it.” She sang and then in one quick swoop dipped Waverly in her arms. “Buy a couple and wait….” Both girls laughed with pure love and joy as she slowly brought her back up to her chest. Nicole sang her heart out for the last few lines. “The world admits bears in pits do it. Even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it.”  She spun Waverly out and then pulled her back in as she sang “Let’s do it, let’s fall in love” one last time.

And Waverly…Waverly was putty in this woman’s hands. She didn’t even flinch as Nicole lifted her and placed her to sit on top of the kitchen counter. Waverly leaned down, and Nicole leaned forward to meet her lips as the next song started playing. Waverly tangled her fingers into the back of Nicole’s hair as they continued their gentle kiss. Nicole was the first to pull back. “The sauce is going to burn.” She sighed.

“Let it.” Waverly felt love drunk. Weak in the knees, soaring on cloud 9, mind hazy kind of love drunk.

“Waverly.” Nicole giggled, as she backed away and brought her attention back to the sauce. Waverly just sat and watched her stir with her wooden spoon. Nicole looked to her left where Waverly was sitting and shook her head with a bashful smile. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Waverly leaned forward and swung her legs back and forth.

“Looking at me like that.” Nicole laughed.

“What, like I’m utterly, and completely, head over heels, madly in love with you?” Waverly giggled and moved her foot to softly kick Nicole in the side.

“Yeah like that.” Nicole opened the box of pasta and poured it into the boiling water.

Waverly laughed and finally removed her eyes from Nicole. She glanced over at the song that was now playing on Nicole’s iPhone. Trust In Me by Etta James. “I like this playlist.” She commented as she looked back over at Nicole.

“Do ya?” Nicole asked as she stirred the pasta once before putting the lid on the pot. “It’s my cooking playlist. I can’t listen to anything else when I cook.”

Waverly scrolled through the songs on the playlist. “They’re all old songs.” She noticed.

“Yeah.” Nicole leaned back on the opposite counter and faced Waverly as she spoke. “It reminds me of my grandma.” Nicole nodded. Waverly put her phone down and put her attention back on Nicole. The silence provoked Nicole to keep talking. “When I was growing up….” she laughed as she sifted back through her memories. “I was infatuated with watching my grandma cook. When I was to little to do anything she would prop me up on the counter and let me just watch her. It was amazing. The way she just danced around the floor…it was like magic. And I couldn’t hear a thing because this music would be blasting through this tiny radio speaker. Etta James, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra….it’s all she listened to.” Nicole smiled and folded her arms over her chest. “When I got old enough to help, she’d only let me in the kitchen if I sang with her.” Nicole laughed.

“She sounded amazing Nicole.” Waverly could feel the love and the pain Nicole felt.

“She was. My mom and dad never really got me…but she did. She always did.” Nicole felt herself start to get emotional. “She was actually…actually the first person I told when I realized I was gay.”

“How’d she take it?” Waverly asked.

Nicole laughed. “She just smiled and said ‘I know.’ And then she told me to keep chopping the garlic.” Waverly giggled with Nicole. “God she would have loved you.”

“You think so?” Waverly felt herself her emotional too.

Nicole nodded and bit her lip. “Yeah. I know so.”

Feeling her emotions start to get the best of her she pushed off the counter back to the sauce. She stirred and then lifted the wooden spoon out of the pot. Placing her hand under the spoon she took a step over to where Waverly was still sitting on the counter. “Taste it?”

Waverly leaned down and brought her lips to the spoon. She slurped the sauce off of the wooden indent and let the flavors linger on her tongue. She closed her eyes and groaned. “Nicole….” She brought her eyes back to her girlfriend who was eagerly awaiting her reaction. “How have you not made this for me before?!” She laughed softly kicking Nicole’s stomach again.

“You like it?” Nicole nodded placing the spoon on the counter again. “It’s homemade vodka sauce.”

“Like it?” Waverly laughed. “Babe, I’d drink that from a jar!”

Nicole shook her head and laughed as she stirred the pasta again, before picking a piece up and tasting it. “5 more minutes and the pasta will be done.”

Waverly jumped off the counter and wrapped her arms around Nicole from behind. She rested her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “You’ve been holding out on my Haught. The singing, the dancing, the cooking. Who are you?” She giggled.

Nicole turned her head and kissed Waverly’s head. “Can you set the table?” She asked.

“Of course.” Waverly skipped to the cabinet with the plates. “Also I grabbed a bottle of that red wine you like from Shorties.” Waverly giggled.

“God, you’re the best!” Nicole grinned as Waverly placed the plates, forks, and wine glasses on the table.

A minute later Nicole was carrying a bowl of steaming pasta with homemade sauce to the table. She was about to sit down when she jumped back up. “Oh I almost forgot!” She yelled as she ran back to the kitchen.

Waverly watched her, confused. Nicole arrived back at the table with something long, hot, and tinfoil wrapped. “What’s that?” Waverly asked as she eyed the new item in front of her.

Nicole smirked as she peeled back the tinfoil. Stream filled the air, and so did the smell of…Waverly inhaled…garlic. “Garlic bread.”

“Fuck.” Waverly’s eyes nearly rolled behind her head. She grabbed Nicole’s hand. “Marry me.”

Nicole burst into laughter as she took her seat opposite of Waverly. “You’re too much, Waves. I swear.” She giggled.

Waverly lifted her wine glass to Nicole. “Should we toast?”

“Sure.” Nicole shrugged as she lifted her glass to Waverly.

“To Grandma Haught.” Waverly smiled at the way Nicole face softened. “And to the woman she raised.” Waverly winked at Nicole who just swooned harder. “May this meal be as good as my girlfriend looks right now.” She laughed as they clinked their glasses together.

Waverly spent most of the dinner mumbling “I love you” over and over again, as she shoveled food in her mouth like she’d never eaten before. Nicole just laughed at her and admired her beauty, even with her mouth stuffed with pasta, and sauce all over the edges of her lips.

After dinner they put their dishes in the sink but were to food tired to finish cleaning them. Instead they snuggled up on the couch and talked over the playlist of old songs that played on a loop until they fell asleep.


So….let me explain. The other night I came down the stairs for dinner and my parents were dancing to this song. I have alway admired the way they love each other. They’ve been married for 35 years, and they still dance in the kitchen together. So that’s kind of what inspired this. Also Kat said in one of the comic con videos that Nicole would sing something old school if she did karaoke because she sees her as a bit of an old soul, which I TOTALLY see. So yeah. That it. Let me know what you think. 

Gift-Giving

Ah, so since it is my favorite shinobi boyfriend’s Birthday. Here is a light, silly modern!au birthday fic for everyone’s favorite Saizo. I hope you all like it! I enjoyed writing it. <3


You opened the door to the apartment slowly, cursing at the slight creak that echoed through the darkened living room.

You needed to be quiet.

Sliding the door silently shut behind you, you tiptoed into the kitchen, cursing whatever logic had told you it was okay to move in with your boyfriend.

It was much harder to surprise someone you lived with than someone you didn’t.

Especially if that surprise was food.

Food that you were making from scratch.

Honestly it was a lost cause, but you knew that he had stayed up half the night writing his novel, so maybe…maybe, he would be busy napping.

You looked at the clock. You had more than enough time to make the dango before people started arriving uninvited.

Breakfast in bed? Well dango wasn’t really breakfast was it? But it was Saizo’s favorite food, and you were bound and determined to make it for him.

It was his first birthday with you, after all.

You felt like you had something to prove.

Luckily for you, or well for the both of you really, dango was a family favorite at your house, and you had your grandmother’s recipe. You’d made it before, it was always a hit.

He was going to like it.

Well, you hoped so.

You hummed softly to yourself, enjoying how good it felt to be in the kitchen. His kitchen, your kitchen. A giggle left your lips, and you clamped your hand over your mouth.

Quiet. You had to be quiet.


He hadn’t gotten up, you leaned against the counter, looking at your pretty multi-colored dango, speared neatly and stacked on a plate.

Perfect.

But Saizo hadn’t come out of the bedroom yet, and you knew he was awake. 

He was totally awake, that tease.

Unwilling to wait a moment longer you picked up the dango and carried it to the bedroom door, swinging it open with a tap of your foot, peaking your head inside.

Ah yes, your sleeping beauty was not asleep at all.

His copper-red eyes met yours with an amused look, beckoning you to him.

“Ah, I see the little lady must be done with her experiments. “

He was at his desk, glasses on the bridge of his nose, clearly typing out another one of his sinful books. A blush rose to your cheeks.

It wasn’t fair how attractive he was.

“Not experiments” You puffed your cheeks out at him. “A gift, for your birthday.” A frown graced his features at that comment.

Saizo didn’t like his birthday.

“What kind of gift could have possibly caused you to make all that noise?” He leaned back into his chair as you stepped fully into the room, striding over to him and setting the plate on the table.

“Homemade dango.” You couldn’t help the excitement in your eyes any more than he could help the brief look of surprise on his face. “I know you said you didn’t want to do anything, but having your favorite treat on your birthday is okay, right?” Ah that did it, his eyes softened, as they did so regularly when they gazed at you. “It’s my grandmother’s recipe. So they’re good.  I promise.”  

“Do you?” he smirked, picking up a skewer. “That also explains the rice flour on your face.” You flushed, moving your hand up to wipe it away, only to have him stop you, pulling you down to where your noses were almost touching, running his tongue along your cheek with an expert ease.

“Hmm” You sighed, a soft noise leaving your mouth. “Saizo. What-”

““Well who am I to disagree with your grandmother?” He continued, as though the moment had never happened. popping a piece of dango into his mouth, eyes widening.

And he ate another, then another.

“E-Eh, Saizo. You might want to slow down?” You offered, but he only shook his head.

“No, no, you made these for me little lady. They’re my favorite. Would you really deny me the treat of eating them on my birthday?”

“So you like them?” He didn’t respond. Instead his hand caught your wrist and pulled you down to him, an amused snort leaving his mouth at your yelp. He pressed his lips to yours, the sticky-sweet flavor of the dango still clinging to his lips. He settled you in his lap, the soft silence of the room only broken with your contented sigh as his lips left yours.

“I think you must’ve made more of these, hm?” He grabbed another skewer, as you let out a soft giggle.

“I did, but there are for the guests I know will inevitably arrive.” You pronounced solemnly, leaning forward to steal a bite from his. “But I can make you more, if you’d like.”

“I’d like it if you made them more instead, little lady.”

“I didn’t realize you liked dango this much.”

“ I don’t.”

“You don’t?”

“I like your dango this much.”  The blush on your face burned as you buried it into the crook of  neck.

It set your blood on fire, what he did to you. How could he be so kind?

Still, all you could do was relax against him, draping your arms around his neck and snuggling against him. A comfortable silence filled the room. You were pretty sure he had finished the dango you’d brought him, as he had gone back to typing on his laptop.


“Saizo” You half-murmured, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Are you sure that they are a good enough birthday gift?”

“Ah, little lady, I don’t know why you insist on doing these things for me at all.”  You pulled away from him, eying him with a gentle understanding.

“Because I love you, and the fact that you were born is precious to me. I-” His lips found yours again, this time lifting you with him as he stood up, carrying you over to the bed. He gently set you down, pulling away to stare at you.

The look in his eyes made your heart ache.

“I love you too.” He trailed a hand up your neck, the touch making you shiver. “But if you insist on celebrating my birthday, there is one more thing I’d like you to do.”

The implication was there, you knew your face had to be beet red. You fell back against the bed, watching him expectantly.

“Get me the rest of the dango from the kitchen.”

It was like he had thrown a bucket of cold water over you. You pouted up at him.

“Seriously?”

“What, did we have something a little more…sinful on our mind.” He smirked at you, and you couldn’t resist a laugh.

“I’ll get you the rest of the dango.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek before bounding out of the room.

Happy Birthday Saizo.  

Warm Roses

Wonho x Reader

Birthday AU

Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

905 words

(A/N: My first fic is for Vivi ( @m0nst4x ), a kind, beautiful, and talented precious peach. I wish you all the love, good health, and joy in the world on this special day and for all the years to come~ 💖💖💖)

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“Surprise, Love!”

A familiar voice greeted you excitedly to the piercing sound of a party horn being blown. You had just stepped into your apartment, the smell of warm vanilla was strong in the air and all the lights completely turned off. You were quite a bit confused, but there wasn’t much time to let your thoughts ponder before your boyfriend jumped out from under the dining table.

The weak light of candles on a small, homemade cake on the table illuminated his features warmly, and you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy just from seeing the bright smile on his face and that ridiculous cone party hat resting on his head. Even if your day had been very stressful and tiring, your mind forgot about all of it as he came over and scooped you up in his arms tightly, pulling you into his chest as he spun you around once or twice just to hear you laugh.

When your feet were back on the ground, Wonho couldn’t help but pepper your face with little kisses. He knew things had been rough lately, you told him every night of all your troubles and worries, and he was always there to listen. Whether he was a shoulder to cry on or simply there to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings to bring a smile to your precious face again, he always wanted to be there to support you, the light of his life.

A bright smile bloomed on your face that made his heart flutter. It was one of the many perks about you that made him fall in love, your ability to always make his heart melt as much as the first day he met you.

“Did you do all of this for me?” You said in awe as your eyes spotted the balloons and decorations scattered all around the apartment. Wonho was supposed to be working today, but he took a day off to make sure you were loved and happy on this special day.

He smiled, enlightened at your praise for his work. “Of course I did,” he softly took your hand in his and guided you to a cushioned seat at the table.

You hadn’t noticed the huge, fragrant bouquet of roses that lay on the counter top before, but before you could ask about them he was already grabbing them off the table, presenting them in front of you confidently. The whole bouquet was dominated by red roses, except for one very different one in the middle. It was a clear yellow, with fiery streaks of orange on each fragile petal, and you couldn’t help but wonder the reasoning behind this unique arrangement, but he spoke up, already sensing your wonder beforehand.

“These are for you, my rose.” He gently picked out the yellow one you’d had your eye on earlier, “Out of all the people, you stood out to me, just like this special rose. You’re unique and amazing, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you in my life.”

You felt your eyes tearing up as he set the flowers back on the counter top. Letting his loving eyes gaze down at you, he carefully wiped away at them with his thumb, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Did Kihyun tell you to do that?”

“How did you know?” He blushed and buried his cheeks behind his hands in embarrassment.

You shuffled over to him, taking his wrists in your grasp and pulling them apart to reveal his flushed cheeks. He looked down at you lovingly before you pressed a kiss to his soft cheek, making his heart explode. “How did I end up with someone so cute?”

He shifted an arm out of your grasp and slowly wiped away a bit of frosting from the bottom of the cake. You didn’t realize his plans until there was already a big lump of sugary frosting on the tip your nose.

“What was that for?” You asked, reaching for a napkin to wipe it off, but Wonho stopped you midway. He had a more convenient method in mind… a soft kiss at the tip of your nose that left you feeling flustered and warm.

“There we go.” He winked playfully, “all better now huh, Kitten?”

His pleasing cologne caught your attention as you winked back to him. Well, at least you tried to wink back at him, although it ended up looking more like a piece of dust flew into your eye, sparking a fit of laughter as he ruffled your hair. He brought you into his embrace once again, resting his chin in the crook of your neck and pressing his lips lightly against your sensitive skin.

 On the table below, the cake still sat. The candles had started dripping dark puddles of warm wax on the pale frosting, but you didn’t mind having to pick it off later. All your attention was focused on the feeling of Wonho’s fingers as they dragged lightly around your waist, the way his warm breath brushed over your neck, and the sense of comfort that came with being in his arms.

This feeling of love, it was a bliss you hoped to have for the rest of your life.

“Now Sweetheart,” Wonho said lovingly, “you should probably blow out the candles~”

The Story of Us

Prologue || 

✮ Chapter One: The Weekend ✮

Word Count: 3055

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Friday evening 

If there was any part of Riley that thought her parents were using the ‘sending her away’ argument as an empty threat again that’s certainly not the case anymore as Riley sulks at the back of a bus as it leaves the airport she just arrived at.

The worst part about it was that Riley was packed and sent off in a matter of days. Part of the punishment was that Riley wasn’t even allowed to see her friends before she left.

With her head resting against the glass window Riley stares out and watches as the view fades from city to country and if she wasn’t so bitter about the forced lifestyle change then she might of actually enjoyed the scenic drive.

The bus pulls into the station - if you could call an old wooden bench with a sign that reads ‘bus station’ a station. Riley gets off the bus with her duffle bag slung over her shoulder. When her feet hit the dirt road beneath her Riley sees nothing but trees and wide open fields. Awkwardly she stands there not knowing what to do but once the bus pulls away Riley spots a hardened looking man resting again a car just up the road. With a heavy sigh she treks over to him.

“Riley,” He nods once she approaches.

Grandpa,” Riley says in a mock excited voice.

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Johnny Gaudreau - Loud.

Can you do a Johnny Gaudreau imagine where he is going to be meeting you crazy family and he’s really nervous but ends up getting along with them really well.

Author’s Note: I have no clue what John’s parents names are so they are just Mrs. and Mr. Gaudeau. Also left his Niece out only because I don’t like to write about babies in the family. It’s to do with a privacy thing (for me).  Sorry. :( Enjoy! -Julianne

“Why are you shaking?” You laughed as your boyfriend Johnny’s hand went and opened the front door to his parents house.

“You’ll see.” He said opening the door.

Today you were going to meet all of Johnny’s family, for the first time ever. You were beyond ready, Johnny however looked unready. He kept worrying that his family would be crazy for you and would end up chasing you away. You on the other hand thought he was being silly. Every family was a little crazy.

“JOHN! My baby boy is home!” Mrs. Gaudreau said as you ran into hug the hall to her son with such force that she almost knocked him over.

“Mom! Gosh, you’re embarrassing me.” Johnny joked as she pressed kiss after kiss on his cheek.

“Look, mom Johnny even brought a girl for once. I guess this means he’s not gay.” Matthew teased his older brother as he walked in the hall as well as Mr. Gaudreau and Johnny’s sister’s Kristen and Katie.  

“Matthew that’s not nice!” Kristen said as she hugged Johnny.

“I thought it was funny as hell.” Katie said as she came up and hugged you.

After all the hugging and meeting Mrs. Gaudreau said it was time for dinner. As we enter the dining room my nose was filled with the smell of homemade pizza. One look at the table and your mouth watered. There was about five different homemade pizza’s arounds the table. Johnny pulled your chair out for you, before taking his seat next to you.

“Dig, in!” Mrs. Gaudreau said. “Johnny, I made you one without veggies on it.”

“Okay, real question Y/N does it bother you how picky my brother is?” Matthew said with a smile.

You grabbed Johnny’s hand from under the table.

“Not really, it just means I don‘t have to share the good stuff with him as much.” You laugh which caused everyone else around to laugh.  

Later on that not when everyone was getting ready for bed, you felt Johnny wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder.

“They love you.”

“Good, cause I love them too. See, you had nothing to worry about.” You said as you turn around in the bed to face him.

“I know…it’s just that they can be so…loud.”

“Loud is good sometimes.” You smiled.

Johnny just smiled at you as he kissed your lips.

-Julianne  

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Time for a story - Friendships

Short update on my social media settings in case you wondered or had troubles these past days x


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Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

“Wow,” Felicity said when she entered the living room, her eyes widening in surprise.

The furniture was pushed to the walls to make room on the floor where mattresses, pillows and blankets were spread and built a comfortable seating area. On a wide table in the middle there were all kinds of homemade food that Oliver and the kids had prepared since yesterday. The smell was delicious and actually made her stomach crumble. If it wasn’t for the cold storm going on outside, she might actually get the impression that it was spring instead of late autumn.

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