i just love her too much for my own good bye kids

What we really need is an adaptation of the original 1740 The Beauty and the Beast

So were you aware that the The Beauty and the Beast story we all know is a heavily abridged and rewritten version of a much longer novella by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve?  And that a lot of the plot holes existing in the current versions exist because the 1756 rewrite cut out the second half of the novella, which consisted entirely of the elaborate backstory that explains all the weird shit that happened before?  And that the elaborate backstory is presented in a way that’s kind of boring because the novel had only just been invented in 1740 and no one knew how they worked yet, but contains a bazillion awesome ideas that beg for a modern retelling?  And that you are probably not aware that the modern world needs this story like air but the modern world absolutely needs this story like air?  Allow me to explain:

The totally awesome elaborate backstory that explains Beauty and the Beast

  • Once upon a time there was a king, a queen, and their only son
  • But while the prince was still in his infancy, in a neat reversal of how these fairy tales usually go, the king tragically died, leaving his wife to act as Regent until their son reaches maturity
  • Unfortunately, the rulers of all the lands surrounding them go, “Hmm, the kingdom is ruled by a woman now, it must be weak, time for an invasion!”
  • And the Queen goes, “Well, if I let some general fight all these battles for me, he’ll totally amass enough fame and power to make a bid for the throne; if I want to protect my son’s crown, I have no choice but to take up arms and lead the troops myself!
  • (Btw, I want to stress that this woman is not Eowyn or Boudica and nothing in the way her story is presented suggests that she had any interest martial exploits before or in any way came to enjoy them during these battles.  This is a perfectly ordinary court lady who would much rather be embroidering altar covers for the royal chapel and playing with her child until necessity made her go, “Oh no, this sucks, I guess I have to become a Warrior Queen now” and she just happened to kick ass at it anyway.)
  • And the Queen totally kicked ass, but the whole “twice as good for half the credit” thing meant that no matter how many battles she won, potential enemies refused to take her and her army seriously until she had defeated them so no sooner would she fend off one invasion than another one would pop up on a different border.
  • So she spent the majority of her young son’s life away from the castle leading armies, but it was OK because she left him in the care of her two best friends, who just happen to be fairies!  This was an awesome idea because a) fairies have magic, and therefore are like the best people to protect the prince from any threats and b) fairies consider themselves to be so above humanity that the lowest fairy outranks the highest mortal, so they’d have no interest in taking a human throne.  Good thing they were both good fairies instead of one good and one evil one!
  • (Spoiler:  they were not both good fairies.)
  • So the two fairies basically take turns raising the prince until he’s old enough to rule.  And on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the evil older one comes into the prince’s bedroom.
  • “So listen, kid.  You’re about to become king, your mother’s on her way home from the war to see you crowned, and I have a third piece of good news for you!  You see, I’ve actually been spending so much time here lately because Fairyland’s become a bit too hot to hold me for reasons totally not related to me being secretly evil.  And if I have to hang in the human world, I might as well reside in the upper echelons of it, so even though as a powerful fairy I completely eclipse your puny human status in a staggeringly unimaginable way, since you’re about to be king and since my premonition that I should stick this whole guardianship thing out because you would be hot one day has totally proved accurate (go me), I will graciously lower myself to allowing you to marry me.  Please feel free to grovel at my feet in gratitude.  (Btw, we can totally start the wedding night now, we’ll tell your mother about it when she arrives tomorrow.)”

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Netflix - Smut

Originally posted by alfatwolf

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,997
Request: Can you plz do a imagine where Stiles and the reader have a Netflix and chill date? Oh, and smut if you would like to add it. -bye I love your writing! ❤ 
AN: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been distracted lately. Also I didn’t edit this very well so excuse my mistakes. xoxoxox Thanks to @toppunks for looking at this for me.


Kira slammed her locker door, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not coming to the party?”

You shook your head, your arms tightening around the books you were holding. “Nah. I’m not in the party mood.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Stiles isn’t going either, would it?” Lydia asked from beside you, a knowing look on her pretty face.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No. What Stiles Stilinski chooses to do does not dictate my every decision.”

“You could have fooled me.” Malia deadpanned.

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anonymous asked:

Okay, I've seen tons of fics and hcs about Zen falling for MC while she is with Jumin, but what about the other way around? Jumin falling for MC while she's in love with Zen hcs, pretty please?

Hum… interesting… and maybe a little angsty? Yep, definitely!

Hope this is what you wanted:

Jumin falls for MC while she’s with Zen

  • It started after a meeting, Jumin was trying to hire Zen to model to some C & R product, and you, as his manager, was discussing the terms on his contract
  • Jumin was impressed, you were confident, persuasive, and smart. And when the deal was set, you smiled so sweetly he felt a heat growing inside him.
  • You were different from what he remembered, that sweet girl who used to fangirl over Zen with his assistant has turned into this powerful business woman, without losing that sweetness from the messenger.
  • He catches himself thinking of you often. Will you log in the messenger today? What will you talk about with him?
  • He just realized this wasn’t just admiration seeing some photos that were on the news. You between Zen and him with the subtitle: Musical star Zen and his manager/fiancée pose with C & R’s director Jumin Han, celebrating a new model contract.
  • He couldn’t stop staring at that picture. Zen holding your waist and smiling while he placed a hand in your shoulder, he remembers the smoothness and warmth of your skin and… what’s happening?
  • He makes excuses to see you more often, always offering Zen gigs and setting meetings about guests for RFA parties.
  • Some of them happen in his penthouse, having you in his home makes him feel so comfortable, for some reason.
  • Even Elizabeth seems to like you, she rubs her head in your leg and you caress her smiling. He suddenly wonders how would it feel having your fingers running in his hair slowly.
  • Seeing you with her finally makes him understand. He wants you.
  • “I hope I’m not bothering you by asking you to meet me in my house, MC.” “No, not at all, I prefer RFA meetings happening in less formal places. Plus, it’s good to see Elizabeth after so long.” And you put her in your lap, making her purr. He feels like he could purr too just seeing you like this.
  • “I thought you didn’t like cats…” he needs to distract himself from his wild thoughts. “I like cats, I just can’t have them around because of Hyun.” Hyun? Ah, Zen… he was forgetting about Zen…
  • “How is he? How are… you two?” he’s curious after you shared this little fact about not being able to be around cats, maybe there are other things you’re sacrificing to make Zen happy?
  • “He’s fine. Very busy with recording sessions and photo shoots, but everything is… pretty great. We’re both so tired all we want to do is sleep all day, but we still have a wedding to plan, so… yeah, we’re happy.” You smile so sweetly he could melt, but you’re talking about your happiness and your wedding with another man, and he stiffens immediately.
  • “The wedding… yes, Luciel keeps bothering me about Zen’s bachelor party, he wants me to host. Can you imagine?” your eyes gleam. “Would you? Don’t take me wrong, but I’d be happy knowing you’re taking care of this, taking care of Hyun. I know you wouldn’t let things go out of control. You’re a control freak just like me, right?” he’s happy to know you two have something in common, even if it sound a little like an offense.
  • “Well, if this will manage to calm you down, I’ll do it. I happen to know brides should never feel stressed.” You laugh softly, oh… making you laugh is much more than he could ever ask.
  • “Thank you, Jumin. No stripers, ok? This would be inconvenient for his career… and who am I kidding? I would be jealous as hell.” “I wasn’t thinking of inviting stripers. And may I say Zen would be the most foolish man alive if he ever left you for stripers?” you blush a little… oh god…
  • “Thank you, Jumin. Oh! Look at the time! I have a meeting with this TV producer. If they’re offering a deal for a soap opera again, I swear I’ll rip someone’s head off!” you gently put Elizabeth on the floor “Anyway, wish me luck!”
  • “Good luck. Not that you need it, you’re competent enough to set this by your own merits.” He notices a pale shade of pink again, god… Zen is the lucky one here.
  • You pass right beside him and pat his shoulder. “Thank you for the bachelor party. I knew I could trust you. I always can.” You’re close, too close… but you’re happy with Zen, and you trust him, doing something would only make you lose the only sweet feeling you have for him, he can’t lose your trust…
  • “It’s nothing. I couldn’t risk having one of C & R models in a scandal about stripers.” He shrugs, trying not to look at your beautiful face.
  • “Yes, sure.” You squeeze his forearm lightly “See you around, Jumin. Good bye, Elizabeth!” and you walk away.
  • Jumin sighs staring at Elizabeth. He wished he could explain to her what’s going through his head, but she wouldn’t understand, not even he does.
  • He remembers Zen admitting all the jealous he felt before. Jumin couldn’t fully understand at that time, now he does.
  • Zen would always complain about Mr. Trustfund Kid having everything he wants, but he doesn’t have everything… all he wants is your love, but it belongs to Zen.
  • For the very first time, he envies Zen. Zen is the one who has everything.
  • He needs wine to sort out his thoughts. That’s what he always does, right?
  • He still had hope one day somebody would be able to untangle the knots inside his heart, but the only person capable enough is too busy planning her wedding with another man.
  • Once again, here he is thinking about a woman that will never be his.
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Series: Worth Fighting For

Note: Hey! This is Day 1 for write-a-thon! I’m kicking it off with part one to an amazing series that I’m super excited for. Like, seriously, I’m so fucking excited to share this series with you guys. I really enjoyed writing it. Also, I’m gonna try to incorporate boxing terms into each title for this series…I’m gonna fail, but might as well try lmao.

Word Count: 3623

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Boxing

Warnings: No smut…yet.

Summary: Thomas Jefferson, a world-famous boxer who is pegged as a self-centered asshole that has everything — good looks, fame, fortune, talent — trains for his big fight against Alexander Hamilton. When he moves to Washington D.C. to be closer to his family, he meets someone who will look past his outer shell and get to know the real him.

“The #2 pound-for-pound fighter and current world cruiserweight champion Thomas Jefferson is rumored to have moved to the DC Metro Area for personal reasons. Many are wondering how this is going to affect his preparations for his big match in three months when he defends his title against newcomer Alexander Hamil–”

Thomas turned off the TV with a sigh. He was sick of this. The media never gave him a break; they were always up in his business, exposing everything that went on in his personal life for profit. Thomas felt like he never had a break from anything. But then again, he wasn’t supposed to be taking it easy. He was supposed to be training for a huge fight he had in three months, but instead he was in his new, half-unpacked apartment in the center of D.C.

Thomas’ thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing in his right pocket. He groaned as soon as he saw the caller ID before he pressed the green button, holding it up to his ear.

“What?” Thomas snapped, somehow already annoyed with the person on the other line.

“What the hell are you doing in D.C.?”

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Can’t Stand Being Away From You - Tom Holland Imagine

Request by @ireallyneedhelplikenow​ : Hiya lovely, could you do a Tom Holland imagine where the reader visits him on set of homecoming? Could you make it really fluffy please ❤️❤️Thank you x 

Warnings: lots of fluff, Language

Word Count: 1261

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: This sucks. Hope this is enough fluff to satisfy you : ) 


“How’s filming going?”.

“Its great everyone is so incredible, its really a dream come true”.

“That’s great Tom” You chuckle.

“Yeah, wish you were here though”.

“I know, but you know I just can’t get up and leave school”.

“I know Love, it just feels weird not being with you”.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been away Tom”.

“It still feels weird” There was a silent pause from him.

“I miss you”.

“I miss you too, when are you coming home” You leaned into your phone.

“Soon I promise, I’ve had this busy schedule, but I promise when I get the chance I’ll come home” You hear Tom of the other line.

“Okay, I love you baby”.

“Love you more, alright there calling me to set I got to go love”.

“Bye Tom”.

“Bye Y/N” You hung up and leaned against the counter top.

Tom’s been away to film Spiderman Homecoming so he hasn’t been around much, and that drove you crazy. The apartment was getting lonely just with you in it. He suggested that you go with him, but you couldn’t leave in the middle of your semester, he understood that school was your priority so he didn’t push it any further. If only you could see him.


You bought the cheapest plane ticket you could afford and packed a suitcase. You were going to fly to Atlanta, Georgia to surprise Tom. If Tom knew you were coming he would of paid for everything and you didn’t need the special treatment. He had too much on his plate as it is. The flight was okay but it wasn’t fantastic. A kid sitting in the back of you kept kicking you chair, his mother being too busy sleeping her ass off. You didn’t care though, you were going to get to see Tom and that’s all that mattered. 

Once you landed you picked up your luggage, hailed a cab, and told them to take you to where the set was taking place. You barely had enough to pay.

It took a bit of convincing for the security guards to let you in, but once you explained who you were they let you right in. You walked around trying not to get caught by Tom and ruin the surprise. Tom was nowhere to be seen, but you did notice that Harrison, and Zendaya were playing basketball while Laura was sitting on a chair on her phone. Although she was the one to notice you first.

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Every Other Weekend pt. 1

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,345

Warnings: language, divorce, angst, cheating

A/N: i got the idea of this from “Every Other Weekend” by Reba. (and “When You Love Someone” by James TW) flashbacks are in italics. also my first attempt at switching perspectives will come in a few parts. let me know what you think, and as always, let me know if you want to be tagged.

Tagged: @defendors @thorne93 @winterboobaer @marvelfandom-stuff @all-around-geek @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

“Bucky, stop.” You screamed. The tears streamed down your face as you watched him throw pieces of clothing into a suitcase.

“This was a mistake.” His eyes never met yours.

“I’m sorry?” You could no longer hear yourself over the ringing in your ears.

“Us…everything.” With that, he zipped the suitcase closed and wedged himself between the wall and you, out of the room and out of the house.

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Peg’s Flowers (Laurens x Reader)

Words: 2100+

Request:  CAN I HAVE A FLUFFY SOULMATE AU WITH LAURENS!!! WHERE THEY HAVE A TATTOO OF THE FIRST WORDS THEIR OTHER HALF SAYS TO THEM!!!! PRETTY PLEASE MY LOVE! ❤❤❤ @predomina-buna

Warnings: None, just fluff my dudes

A/N: i wrote this in a hour so im hope it’s halfway decent, enjoy! and i havent wrote any soulmates so i hope i did this right??


“Well, you’re pretty beautiful.”

Those were the words on your skin. Those were the words that your soulmate would say to you. Overall, it was quite uncommon to see soul mates together. Most people gave up on the idea, marrying someone other than their soulmate. But you, on the other hand, were determined to find them, whomever they may be. But every time you looked at those words, you worried that you would never find them. That you would never experience seeing and hearing your soulmate for the first time.

And it was killing you.

You worked at a flower shop, across the street from an office building. Some days, you would encounter customers whom worked in that building. A lot of them told you about their jobs, some more than others. As you were unlocking the door to the shop, your boss, Peggy Schuyler, sneaked up behind you.

“Y/N! Why are you coming in so early?” She asked, perky as always. You smiled at her, unlocking the door. You held open the door for her, and she bounced in with you.

“There’s a big order for flowers that came in yesterday. I just have to make sure everything is ready for the delivery.” She nodded, sitting on top of the counter. You rolled your eyes at her, smiling softly.

Peggy was the most energetic boss you’ve ever had. She didn’t seem to be too concerned about sales or anything that seemed too troubling to her. She always called you her boss, saying that this place would not run without you. You didn’t mind, since being around flowers all day was pleasant. As you cleaned up the shop, she grabbed a flower, sniffing it.

“You know, Y/N, you’re amazing. You keep up with this stuff more than I do.” She winked at you, helping you fix up the shop. The hours in the shop were short, opening at 7am and closing at 2 in the afternoon. Honestly, this was the best job you’ve ever had. And she paid you more than what you needed. You even told her that she gave you too much, but she shook her head at you, saying that you were her best employee.

Oh, by the way, you were the only employee.

“Did you go and see your boyfriend yesterday? You were talking about how excited you were to see the movie.” You said, fixing a display. You grabbed the order form, and began filling it. She nodded, giggling.

“Herc brought me to a restaurant afterwards. He’s so sweet.” She has a dreamlike gaze in her eyes, and you smiled at her, feeling a small emotion called jealously full your heart.

Peggy was one of the lucky ones. She bumped into her soulmate on the way to her shop. She almost dropped flowers that she was carrying, but Herc helped her, asking if she was alright. And that’s how they knew. It was a love story unlike any other; they were complete opposites, she was all smiles and laughter, and he was loud and sorry to say, obnoxious. But the look on her eyes when they were together told you that they were meant to be.

“When you get married, you better invite me.” You teased, winking at her. She blushed, putting her face in her hands.

“I’m so nervous, Y/N. What if Mull doesn’t want to marry me? What if this whole thing is a dream and I’m actually a single, lonely Peggy.”

“Trust me, this is real, Peg. And I could tell he’s ready to be with you forever. Did you forget that you were soulmate? You’re meant to be, And the universe picked for the two of you to be together. Don’t worry about it.” She beamed at you, running to the back of the store. You noticed her trip over her feet, but she caught herself, continuing to run to the back.

She’s an interesting woman.

The bell pinged, indicating a customer walking in. You glanced up, seeing a man with straight brown hair walking in. He wore a dark green suit, looking around the shop. You greeted him. “Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” He looked at you, his brown eyes meeting yours. He gave you a warm smile.

“Oh. Hi. I’m just looking for lilies. My wife is kind of stressed, since we have four kids at home. I wanted to give her something to remind her that I love her. And her favorite flower is lilies.” You nodded, guiding him to the white lilies. He smelled the flower, then looked at you. “Do you ever smell anything but plant when you sniff flowers?” You laughed.

“Actually sir, I do. Yes, they do smell like plants. But certain ones have a sweet plant smell that I just love. But yes, plant smell.” He chuckled.

“Can I get two dozen of these?” You raised your eyebrow, and he shrugged. “She’s the love of my life, so there’s no limit for her. Have you met your-“ He glanced at the black tattoo on your arm, and stopped talking. “Sorry.”

“No biggie.” You replied, smiling.

The people who have met their soulmate have their tattoos faded into a light red, still permanently on their skin. You already knew he was telling about his, since you noticed the color peeking out of his sleeve. He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

You took two dozen lilies off the shelf, and as you were packing them, you told him how to care for them properly. You heard Peggy come out of the back, her grin widening when she saw the man. “Alexander!” She squealed, running into his arms. The man, you now knew as Alexander, widened his eyes, and pulled her into his arms.

“Peggy! How are you?”

“I’m well. I thought you knew this was my flower shop? Didn’t Eliza tell you?” He shook his head.

“Eliza told me you owned one, but I didn’t know which. I should have noticed, since it does say Peg’s Flowers.” He joked. She laughed, then glanced at you.

“Oh! This is Y/N, Alex. She’s the manager and my only employee. She pretty much runs this place, I just do the accounting.” She smiled, and Alex held out his hand. You took it, and shook his once. “Without her, I think nothing would get done.”

“Well then, thank you for dealing with Peggy.” He said smiling at you. You shook your head.

“Peggy’s the best boss I’ve had. I’m sure I should be the one thanking her.” As they talked, you packed the flowers, making sure that everything was okay. After you were finished, Alex handed you cash, in which Peggy quickly took away. You raised your eyebrow. “Peggy, that’s two dozen.”

“Anything for my brother-in-law. But if you come back, Alex, you’ll have to pay.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“I’ll pay now. I have no problem with doing so Pegs.”

She refused to let him pay, ushering him out the shop. Once she went into the back, Alexander quickly came back in, handing you the money. You thanked him, giving him the change. He waved bye to you, running out into the day. You continued to fill the big order, finishing just in time for the customer to come in.

You looked up again, seeing a group of men walk in. One was taller than the rest, his curly hair pulled back into a bun. Lafayette.  As he was speaking to his friends, you noticed a distinct accent. There was another almost as tall, wearing a light gray hat and was bulky. Hercules. The shortest one, had a freckled face, his wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail. This was one you didn’t know, so you kept your eye on him. They all wore suits, so you assumed that they were coming from the office building just across the street.

“Good morning, love.” Lafayette said, winking at you. He already found his soulmate as well, the red bright on is dark skin.

“Good morning to you!” You said, smiling. “How can I help you?” You asked.

“We ordered flowers yesterday, for a proposal.” He said. “Well, it’s not mine, it’s this fellow right here.” He pointed at Herc, and Herc winked at you. You rolled your eyes.

Why would you but flowers for your future fiancée at her own shop? “Nice job, Herc. That’s the smartest idea you’ve ever had.” He frowned.

“You know, Y/N, I feel like I sense some sarcasm in your voice. How dare you treat me this rudely.” He crossed his arms in mock anger. You stuck your tongue at him, taking the flowers out of the back. You heard the smaller one talking to the others, and you heard your name in the conversation. You walked back with the flowers, frowning.

“You know, it’s rude to speak about someone when they’re not in the room.” You said to the freckled man, which then, his smile grew, looking at you. His eyes twinkled, and you wondered what his problem was.

“Well, you’re pretty beautiful.”

You almost dropped the flowers in your hand, looking at him. He smiled, showing the words on his forearm. You looked at it, seeing the words that you just said glowing on his. You looked down at your, seeing the words glowing as well. “You’re my soulmate.” You whispered. He smiled, helping you with the flowers in your hands. Your fingers brushed against one another’s, and you felt that spark that people talked about.

“And you’re my soulmate. Nice to meet you, I’m John Laurens.” He placed the flowers in his friend’s hands, holding out his to you. You touched his, feeling the warmth going up your arm. “Wow, so this is how it feels, to finally be with the one.” You noticed that his arm was shaking, probably from his nerves. You didn’t blame him, you were still shocked as well.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you as well.” You replied, smiling shyly at him. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, since he was the person you were supposed to be with for the rest of your days. You heard a laugh from Herc, his grin almost cracking his face.

“Wow, Laurens and Y/N? I should have guessed this before.” You sighed, your hand still in Laurens’s. You took it out, unwillingly. He laughed, touching the back of his neck.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” He asked, “I mean, after work. Do you want to get some coffee?” You nodded.

“I would love that, but I’m paying.” You replied, and he shook his head.

“No, you’re not, I am.”

“Are we having our first argument already, John?” You said, joking in your voice. He laughed, it now becoming the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. Lafayette and Herc coughed.

“This is how it feels to be a third wheel? Wow, now I know what Laurens has been talking about,” Herc mumbled, his frown becoming wider once he saw Peggy running out of the back. She jumped in his arms (that’s seems to be her usual greeting), and kissed his lips. Lafayette looked at the flowers in his hand, then back at Laurens and you. You quickly took the flowers away from him, placing it back on the counter.

“Babe!” She squealed as Herc put kisses all over her face. After a couple of seconds of this, you sighed. Laurens looked at you, a warm gleam in his eyes.

“That’ll be us soon enough.” He said, and you blushed. He placed his hand in yours, rubbing it softly. Peggy was finally out of Herc’s arms, and looked at the two of you together. Her eyes widened at the contact, and she leaped happily.

“You and Laurens? I should have guessed!” You smiled at the same phrase that Herc just said, come out of her mouth. She pulled the two of you into a group hug, kissing both of your cheeks. You laughed at her excitement as she pulled away.

“Go and get some coffee! Get anything! I’ll be here to watch the shop, don’t worry. Wait, you know what, take the next few days off. That’ll give you a chance to know each other more!” She said happily, looking at the two of you.

She really was the best boss you’ve ever had.

“Are you sure, Peggy? I don’t want to leave you alone here.” She shook her head, pushing you out the door with Laurens. After she left you two outside, Laurens looked down at you.

“Coffee or Brunch?” He asked, entwining his fingers with yours. You felt a swell of emotion, looking at him. His freckles shined in the morning light, and you hoped soon that you’d be able to memorize how many he actually had.

His smile was contagious, making you break into a grin as well. You bit your lip, looking out into the street.

“Brunch.”

starry-paladin  asked:

SHIRO REVOKES KEITH'S DRIVING PRIVILAGES FOR A MONTH BECAUSE GOD DAMN IT SOMEONE WRAP HIM UP IN BUBBLE WRAP BEFORE ANOTHER INCIDENT OTL (Also they all become closer as a happy fam after this incident because I DEMAND FLUFF AFTER YOU RIP MY HEART OUT LIKE THAT SATAN OVERLORD 😂😂😂)

PREV: Keith and the kids got into an accident. (Satan’s and Satan Jr’s ask)

[The Voltron Family] Shiro drove his family back home and the whole time he was holding Keith’s hand, to which his husband found to be so extra. Their kids just giggled at the back. The kids recovered quickly and went back to school after a week. Keith was somehow still struggling to move in a first few weeks because of his broken ribs and Shiro took a month off to take care of him.

Keith: You didn’t have to do this, Shiro. Just go back to work. *groans*
Shiro: But who’s going to take care of you? Rejected.
Keith: It’s not like I’m going anywhere. *rolls eyes*
Shiro: Keith, please, let me… *rubs Keith’s hand* I just—
Keith: *cups Shiro’s face* Babe, I’ll still be here in this bed when you get home.
Shiro: *nuzzles Keith’s hand* But what if you need something and no one’s home? *looks sadly at Keith*
Keith: I’m a big boy, Takashi. *huffs* Don’t underestimate me. *smiles sadly* Hey, I’m not just gonna disappear and—
Shiro: *whispers* I almost lost you. *sobs*
Keith: *pulls Shiro into a hug* *starts rubbing his back for comfort* There, there. It’ll take a whole fleet of alien warships to kill me. *chuckles* Even then, I’ll keep coming back to life because there’s no way I’m going to let other people suffer from your stupid lame unfunny puns.
Shiro: Now you’re just being mean. 
Keith: *gives Shiro a peck on the lips* Go back to work on Monday, yeah?
Shiro: Only because you asked nicely. *slowly smiles*
Keith: Good. Now get out of here! *pushes Shiro away* Get the kids from school. I need to resume my one month of beauty rest.
Shiro: Fine. *smiles fondly* *stands up and then leans down to give Keith a kiss on the lips* I’ll be back, Sleeping Beauty. 

The whole time Keith was recovering, Lance, Pidge and Hunk spent a lot of time with him in bed. Mostly Hunk because he loved to cuddle his Daddy Keith the most and sometimes he would tell Keith a story he wrote on his own. 

Lance and Pidge would always help Shiro bring the trays that contained Keith’s food, until the day Keith can finally move and eat in the dining room, to which Lance would hold his Daddy Keith’s hand—in case he fell he’d gladly catch him. Shiro found it amusing but he knew Keith appreciated the sentiment anyway. Pidge kissed her Daddy Keith a lot recently and Shiro later soon found out that she read somewhere that kisses made people feel better, Shiro could’ve sworn his heart almost burst into extreme fondness towards his youngest daughter. 

One day, Keith was finally fully recovered. He grabbed his car keys when Shiro blocked him and snatched up the keys from him.

Shiro: Where do you think you’re going?
Keith: Uh, I’m going to do some groceries? We’re out of powdered milk and you know how the kids love their milk—
Shiro: Uh, no, sweet pea. I’ll do that for you. Just give me a list—
Keith: *glares* Shiro. Give me back my car keys.
Shiro: No.
Keith: Care to tell me why? *crosses arms*
Shiro: You’re not allowed to drive.
Keith: *shifts his weight* And why is that so?
Shiro: Just to refresh your memory… *looks pointedly at Keith* …in case you forgot, you just got into a car accident—
Keith: —which wasn’t really my fault—months ago. Give. Me. Back. My. Keys. Or so help me.
Shiro: *adamant* No. *hides the keys*
Keith: *groans* Nothing is going to happen to me, except get the powdered milk that we need.
Shiro: No.
Keith: I can drive myself to the store. It’s not even that far!
Shiro: I’ll drive you there. *grabs Keith’s wrist*

They were inside Shiro’s car on their way to the grocery store. Keith was in the passenger seat, brooding, arms crossed in annoyance.

Shiro: Keith…
Keith: When are you going to let me drive, Takashi? *grumpy*
Shiro: …when you get your license back.
Keith: What? *shakes his head in confusion* But I have—

Keith quickly fished out his wallet and lo and behold, his driver’s license was missing! He looked back at his husband…

Keith: YOU TOOK MY LICENSE??!!! *gasping in disbelief*
Shiro: *guilty* I did, I did. I’m sorry, but I had to or else—
Keith: I’m not completely stupid and helpless, Shiro. You know that.
Shiro: I know, but like, I just want to prevent another car accident. *turns his head to look at Keith*
Keith: There will be another one if you can’t keep your eyes on the road.
Shiro: Sorry! *chuckles* I can’t help looking at you—
Keith: Stop flirting with me while you’re driving! Oh my god!
Shiro: I’ll stop now. *laughs harder*
Keith: So does this mean you’re going to drive me to work then? *raises an eyebrow*
Shiro: *turns his head again to look at Keith* YES.
Keith: *pushes Shiro’s face towards the front* Eyes on the road, sweet pea.

It had always been Shiro’s dream to drive his family to school and work. First they drop off the kids to their schools. The kids kissed them goodbye before they leave the car and Shiro saw how much that made Keith smile whenever someone said “Bye, Daddies! Love you two! See you later after school!” Keith was the last Shiro had to drop off.

Keith: *unfastens his seatbelt* Alright, thanks for—
Shiro: *pulls Keith into a deep kiss* 
Keith: *smiles and kisses back*
Shiro: *separates himself* *gives Keith one last peck* Okay, have a good day back at work.
Keith: Will try. *smiles* *opens the door*
Shiro: Keith, wait! *pulls Keith back again for another kiss* Sorry. *chuckles*
Keith: Sap. *rolls his eyes* I seriously need to go, babe. 
Shiro: Okay. *gives Keith what he swears is his last peck*
Keith: Shiro, I’m serious. 
Shiro: Okay, okay. Go now before I do something else. *laughs*
Keith: *leaves and closes the door* *leans down to the window* Pick me up at 4, yeah?
Shiro: Yeah. *smiles* *waves* Bye, love you. 
Keith: *smiles* Love you, too. Text me when you get to work. Drive safely!

Shiro just smiled as he saw Keith enter the tall building. He could honestly get used to this. Maybe he should just keep Keith’s driver’s license permanently?

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LADIES AND GENTS I PRESENT TO YOU THIS WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK @teen-mendes AND i WROTE TOGETHER

PART TWO TO THE BLURB “CHOOSE ME” I HOPE YALL ENJOY BECAUSE WE HAD AN EXTRAVAGANZA

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS LOVED! :)

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while putting olivia to bed, she told you that “daddy makes her sad” and asked you to stay with her so you didn’t need to sleep in the same bed as shawn. you agreed, getting under the covers with her and pulling her close to you.

you hated that she felt this way about her dad.

the next morning you woke up at your usual time 7:00am, while olivia was still fast asleep sprawled across the entire bed. you chuckled, slowly exiting the bed, careful not to wake your sleeping daughter.

you tiptoed your way into yours and shawn’s shared bathroom, noticing he wasn’t in the bed like usual. you quickly showered and did your hair and makeup for work in record time. all you had to do was throw on some clothes and you were good for work.

by the time you finished and were making your way down the stairs to make breakfast for olivia, you heard quiet humming coming from the kitchen followed by the smell of pancakes. olivia’s favourite.

“shawn?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen, revealing your husband already awake and making breakfast. you noticed the table was set too, including olivia’s favourite plate to eat with in her spot.

“hey,” he smiled, placing the stack of pancakes in the middle of the table. you smiled, taking in the sight before you. shawn had made the perfect breakfast for olivia, and even added some of your favourite berries that were almost impossible to find at this time of year.

“this is sweet,” you commented. “but what’s the occasion? more studio time, a new tour perhaps?”

you raised your eyebrow, knowing he wouldn’t do this if there wasn’t something up. he never did.

“nope, just thought i would make breakfast for a change. good way to start the week off.”

he returned back to his spot at the stove, resuming is pancake making. you were surprised he hasn’t burned any yet, the boy can’t cook to save his life.

“you took the week off?”

he nodded, “i needed it, we needed it.”

shawn flipped another pancake, except this time he was looking at you which caused the pancake to miss the pan and fall flat on the floor.

“whoops,” he sighed, causing you to let out a small giggle. you were still extremely upset with him, and he had to know that doing this wasn’t going to let him off the hook just like that.

“mummy,” your daughter’s tired voice called you as she walked down the stairs.

“hi sweetie, did you sleep well?” you asked, walking towards her and picking her up. she was still tired, you weren’t sure why she woke
up so early.

she nodded, letting her head fall on your shoulder.

“breakfast is ready, daddy made you pancakes.” you said, setting her down in her chair at the table noticing shawn was already sitting down.

“no! i don’t want to sit with daddy. he’s mean.” she pouted, trying to get out of her seat. you grabbed both of her arms, keeping her down.

“that’s not nice olivia, daddy made you breakfast. look, it’s your favourite.”

you showed her the plate of chocolate chip pancakes, but nothing seemed to convince her. not even the whipped cream you bribed her with.

shawn sat in silence and watched his daughter with sad eyes, even though you were upset with him you couldn’t help but feel terrible. as much as he was away, he loved her with all his heart.

you finally managed to get her to eat some breakfast, after she said she needed to sit only next to you and not between shawn and you. she wouldn’t look at him, but she talked to you. she told you about her dreams last night, and what she was doing at school later.

you took olivia to her room and helped her get ready for school. as you two walked outside to shawn’s black jeep, olivia frowned and tried to pull you in the direction of your car indicating that she didn’t want to get in a car with shawn and this broke your heart.

“sweetheart let’s go, you’re going to be late for school.” you tried and she eventually agreed as she walked to shawn’s car with you, shawn put in a car seat as he insisted that he’d put olivia in the seat.

he reached his hands, ready to take her when she ran and hid behind your legs, shawn tried to convince her but olivia was stubborn and refused to listen, shawn eventually gave up and smiled at you cheekily as you put olivia in the car seat and got into the passenger seat not long after.

the drive from your home to olivia’s preschool was mostly silent except for olivia’s occasional comments like “look there’s a puppy!” and “mumma look, baby ducks!” she made sure to let you know she was talking to you and only you.

once you got to the preschool, you helped olivia out of her car seat and grabbed her hand, guiding her into the small school.

“bye sweetie,” shawn tried as you walked away with olivia. you nudged her to answer but she refused.

once you arrived back in the car, shawn offered to drive you to work. without olivia in the car, things were painfully awkward.

shawn reached out to touch your hand and tried to intertwine them but you pulled your hand away showing that you were still upset and he sighed.

“c'mon y/n, please talk to me!” you stayed silent and looked out the window.

“y/n i know i messed up big time but you have to believe me when i say i’m sorry! liv already hates me, i don’t need you to hate me too.” you could hear the desperation in his voice as he reached to touch your hand again

“please i’ll do anything y/n, please just give me another chance, let me prove to you that i can be the husband- the father, you always wanted me to be.”

“shawn, i can’t say what you can do you have to figure that out on your own, actions speak louder than words you’re gonna have to find a way to prove that you’ve changed.” you said as he parked the car near your work

“i promise, i’ll make it up to you two y/n. i won’t let you down this time.” he said as he pressed his lips to your hand and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you smiled politely leaving the car.

SHAWN POV

i watched as y/n exited the car and walked into her office building without even looking back.

it broke me inside to know that my daughter practically hates me, and my wife is on the verge of divorcing me. i hate that i’ve let my job overpower my family life, and i did nothing to stop it before it got to this point.

as soon as i arrived back home, i cleaned the mess i made from making breakfast and started thinking about how i was going to fix things.

i know i need to make this up to my girls somehow, but i’m not sure there was anything i could do anymore.

y/n loved to come home to a clean house so i decided to clean the entire house so she wouldn’t have to clean for at least a week or so.

as i was tidying up the living room, i saw y/n’s wedding band and engagement ring laying on the table where she left it last night. i picked it up and carefully put them in my pocket, hopefully saving them for good use later.

cleaning the house took me longer than expected, i wasn’t sure how y/n did it every week.

my phone lit up with y/n’s contact name.

from: y/n <3
hey can’t pick up olivia tonight, i have to stay late. can you please do it?

to: y/n <3
yeah of course baby, that’s if she’ll get in the car with me.

deciding it was time to go, i got in my car again and drove to olivia’s school.

i arrived right on time and saw the kids outside, some waiting for their parents and some leaving with them already.

i quickly spotted olivia in the corner of the play ground with a boys
other girls around her who looked much older than her. i walked closer, signalling to her teacher that i was picking her up, getting a closer look at what they were doing.

she looked on the verge of tears, her hair was a mess already and i noticed one of the little boys had her favourite stuffed bear in his hands. once she caught a glimpse of me, the tears started falling and she ran into my arms.

i comforted her as she cried into my chest.

“daddy,” she cried. “he took my bear and won’t give it back!”

i noticed the young boys still standing a short distance away, olivia’s favourite toy was all dirty and wet from a puddle they must’ve dropped it in.

“hey, give that back to me and don’t ever talk to her again.” i said, holding out one of my hands for the bear. the boy handed it to me and ran away with the rest of his little friends.

i picked olivia up, taking her to the car.

“daddy’s sorry baby, daddy’s sorry.” i whispered, repeating it until she was strapped in her car seat and had stopped crying.

i set the wet bear in the seat next to me, driving home as fast as possible.

“do you want some ice cream?” i asked once we arrived home. i threw her bear in the dryer for a few minutes first, praying there was no real damage done to the toy and it was only a bit of water.

“yes please.” she nodded, taking a seat at the table while i made her a bowl of ice cream.

i handed her the small bowl and sat down in the chair next to her.

“i miss you daddy.” she broke the silence. “how come you’re never here?”

“i’m sorry liv, i promise you i’ll be here a lot more from now on. okay?”

she nodded, handing me the empty bowl of ice cream to take to the sink while she ran off to play.

“daddy can you sing me a song?” she asked from the living room where i kept one guitar, the rest were in the music room.

“sure, what song?”

i took the guitar off the stand and started playing whatever song she requested. sometimes she would try and sing along, followed by an adorable giggle when she would mess up.

i truly missed spending this time alone with my daughter, i’ll forever feel guilty that i made my job first priority. never again. now all i have to do is make it up to y/n.

Y/N POV

after you payed the taxi you took out the keys to your house snd silently opened it to be met with the sounds of giggles and laughter. you took off your heels and tip toed to the living room to see shawn on olivia’s lap as he strummed a few tunes as she sang off key.
after a few minutes of standing in the hallway looking at them in awe shawn noticed your presence and smiled at you and you smiled back

“mummy!!” olivia screamed as she hopped off shawn’s lap and ran into your arms

“hi sweetheart.” you chuckled, olivia pulled you and sat you down on the couch next to shawn as you laughed and watched them sing together, this was your family. and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“mummy i’m tired.” olivia yawned

“i got her.” shawn said taking her hands and leading her to her room as you stood up and walked to your room ready to take a shower when you saw your room setup.

a bouquet of red roses on your bed and flower petals that lead to the bathroom and the bathtub was full and had your favorite bath bombs in and candles were lit all over the bathroom.

“do you like it?” you tured to meet those hazel eyes

“i love it, thank you for everything shawn.”

“good because i wanna ask you something,” he said taking your hand and getting down on one knee revealing a familiar velvet box

“i messed up y/n, i messed up bigtime and my mistake made me realize how important you all are to me and how you and olivia should’ve always been my first priority, how you both should’ve been my number one. so y/n mendes, do you forgive me?” you nodded trying to hold back your tears as he slipped the ring back where it belonged as he hugged you

“actions do speak louder than words mendes, you proved that.” you chuckled and he kissed your forehead

“so what now?” you asked

“i have a few ideas.” he said kissing your neck

lets just say that night was a night you both wont forget, because this was the night you had your family back together.

A strong woman.

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess
Word count : 2,754
Author : Mel
Warnings : AU-ish. Someone dies.



You smiled up at the screen. “It’s a boy.” The ultrasound tech informed you.

You grinned and turned to the blond next to you. “A boy.” You teared up, and so did she. “Jess, I’m giving Dean a son.”

“Look at him.. Oh god. Don’t make me cry, I’m next.” She chuckled.

After getting cleaned up, and off the chair, it was Jess’s turn. You took your pictures and smiled down at them as the tech took measurements and checked vitals. When it came time to find out, you looked up at Jess with a smile, then at the screen. “Ready to find out?” She nodded to the tech. You both had wanted boys, wanted them to grow up together, and close. Jess bit her lip and waited. “It’s a girl.”

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Puppy

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: You go to a meeting at Scott’s house, to discuss over the new Beacon Hills’ new threat. There you bump into Peter Hale, who you deeply dislike, because he has precious information. But he makes the mistake of threatening Stiles, your boyfriend, and this get wild.

Word Count: 2252

The clock in your bedroom stroke seven P.M., letting you know you were terribly late for today’s meeting, which had been scheduled by Scott almost a week ago. And, if you knew McCall right, which you did, the boy would probably be plotting a way to rip your head off for not having enough commitment (you also feared for your ears) towards the pack issues. Like he did every single bloody time.

“Mum? I’m leaving!”

“May I know where are you going?”

“Scott’s.” You replied, softly, while grabbing your keys. “Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. It’s just a couple of hours.”

“That’s exactly what you said last time! Y/N… Are you, like, seeing him? Or whatever you teens call it this days? Because it’s okay, he’s actually a good kid and…”

What the heck?” Your voice came out quickly and as a high pitched sound. “Oh, God, no. Absolutely no.”

“You two spend too much time together, I just assumed…”

“Well, you’re wrong. He’s just a good friend who happens to need my help in, ah, biology.” You blurted out, finding some lame excuse to explain why you would be at his home.

“Oh, I’m sorry. So guys have been studying together this whole time?”

“Yeah, totally. He was almost failing.”

Of course lying to your mum was bad and, since the beginning, when you were turned into a werewolf, you truly desired to come clean with her about everything. However, Scott told you it would be better, and safer, if she did not know. Pondering a little, it was pretty clear that he was right. The woman would probably have a stroke or worse: send you to Eichen House believing her poor daughter had lost her mind. Considering both scenarios were bad, you chose wisely and stayed quiet.

“If it’s that bad, then you shouldn’t be wasting time talking to me. Go!”

“Thank you, beautiful!”

“And by the way, if I were you, I’d totally go for Scott. He’s hot!”

“Mum, you’re married!” Your eyes widened upon hearing the comment and you had hold in a laugh.

“So what? I’m married, not blind.”

“And that’s my cue to leave. Bye!”

“Be careful out there!”

You walked out of the house silently and went straight to the car, not having enough guts to agree with your mum. Even though she was not aware of your double life, being a supernatural creature meant you would always be a target to the bad guys and your life would always be at stake. So, definitely, “safety” was promise you could not live up to.

“This is not a good time to feel guilty about helping other people, Y/N.” You said to yourself, tightening the grip around the steering wheel.

Although McCall’s house was not far from yours, getting there alone was legit challenge. The road was dark and thin rain began to pour, which got your senses all crazy. Perhaps it was because a two hundred bad ass werewolf was running around in town and no one had clue on how to stop it.

A small sigh slipped, knowing that was, doubtless, tonight’s discussion subject. The third time in the week they gathered to share information and no one had a single thing to say. Not even Stiles, who could never shut his mouth up. Matter fact, sometimes you had to kiss him for it to happen, otherwise… Oh, and yes, he was your boyfriend. Sort of. Argh, it was complicated.

Without further warning, your phone began to rang loudly, scaring the hell out of you and forcing your return to reality.

“Uh, hi?”

Y/N, where, for God’s sake, are you?” An angry alpha shouted.

“Don’t worry, Scotty. I’m already outside, just give me two minutes to park.”

We’ve talked about this before and you keep letting it happen.

“Oh, don’t be so mad. I just got caught up in some family drama!” You said, finally finding a spot near his house to park your car. “Apparently, my mum thinks you’re hot.”

What?!” He squeaked, nervous, and you simply laughed. “Are you serious?

“Oh, yeah. She thought we were dating and when I said we’re not, well, the words ‘I’d go for Scott’ may have slipped.”

While you walked towards his house, shaking from the rain, you heard him repeat the word “God” at least twenty times, which made a tiny giggle escape. It was hard not to laugh when Scott got nervous.

I still can’t believe this.

“Then don’t.” You shrugged. “Come open up the door for me.”

The phone suddenly went mute and was exchanged by sounds of feet thumping against the floor, clumsily, which indicated that it was Stiles who was coming. Your heart warmed up, thrilling with the idea of being with him again after so many hours split. If it was up to you, there was no time in the day you would be apart from Stilinski. And you knew he felt exactly the same way every time he pulled you into his warmth.

“Hey, you.” Stilinski whispered, winking.

“Hey.”

Your story with that brown haired boy was long and complicated, because not long ago he was madly in love with Lydia Martin, one of your best friends too. They had a kind of love you did not want to get in the middle of it, despite the pain you had to face all those times you saw him chase her down or hear him talk about the red hair over and over. However, as your friendship grew stronger, those feelings began to be left behind, opening up space for something new. Something neither of you could understand at its fullest.

“Are you in there?” Stiles asked, intertwining your fingers with one hand and the other was stroking your cheek.

“Oh, yeah. I just missed you, love.”

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“Bucky’s Little Man”

 Summary: Steven Anthony Barnes is a precocious child. Smart, funny and loves his parents. But, hanging around Bucky is by far his #1 favorite thing to do. He loved to watch his Poppa cut the grass, workout, and especially shave. Here’s what happens when Steven wants to “shave” for the first time.

 Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff (I’m not sorry either), toddler mispronunciations (It’s so adorable)

Words: 841

 A/N: As a little kid, I loved to sit and watch momma as she cooked. One Christmas, I got a stove with pots, pans, kitchen utensils and fake food. So, the idea hit me to write a one shot about Bucky, his little man and shaving. Thank you so much for reading and hope you enjoy it.

To my beta, @erisjade you’re a genius. Blessings, peace and love to you. 

 The pitter patter of tiny feet could be heard on the hardwood floor in the bedroom opposite Bucky and Y/N’s. Steven Anthony Barnes is his daddy’s pride and joy along with his wife of 8 years, Y/N. Bucky tries to set a good example for the tyke because Steven loved to emulate him.

Bucky bought him a toy lawnmower so he could “help” cut the grass. Steven had his own “heavy bag”; a cute blue Silly Bopper along with gloves to match. He loved to workout with his Poppa.

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Tongue Tied || Peter Parker x Reader

I was supposed to write a drabble for Tsukishima for my DeviantArt page, but lost the muse to do so. here, have another peter parker x reader that no one asked for (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m writing this in celebration of finally reaching 400 followers!!! ;w; this means so much to me ahhhh and I’m super excited!!

so to celebrate, I’m writing this story, which was inspired by ranma ½ where the doctor character loses his shit whenever the girl he’s in love with is close to him.

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: none, just a really clumsy Peter Parker.

word count: 3,300+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. Reblogs are fine!

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Little did Peter know, just about everyone in his class was out to get him.

Now, it came as no surprise that Peter Parker wasn’t too poised even on his best days, but his clumsiness seemed to enhance by a tenfold whenever she was around.

[Full Name], a girl who seemed to blend in with just about any clique because of how kind and easy she was to talk to. The girl was not too popular nor much of a loner, she was just there.

But her presence was enough to turn Peter into a bumbling and tongue tied idiot. Many of the students who attended Midtown High could not find (or see) a reason why this Parker kid was so smitten with [Name]. All they knew was that watching Peter trying to communicate with the girl was hilarious.

Because of how his brain seemed to turn to mush around her, everyone who shared a class with both Peter and [Name] had conspired together to force the two of them together for the remainder of the year. They had no idea of the consequences, and was honestly just looking for a good laugh.

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A Father’s Love

Word Count: 2142

Characters: Spencer x Reader, Jude (OC), Joplin (OC)

Warnings: A case of childhood pneumonia, homesickness, fluff, Spencer doubting himself. Please forgive me if I missed anything!

Summary: While Spencer is away on a case, he experiences a bad case of homesickness when your kids are sick.

A/N: This is actually a rewrite of a fic I wrote over on my SPN blog (@hanny-writes-spn) which I then turned into a Spencer fic. I know this is kind of lazy writing, but I wanted to give you guys some material to read… I hope you still enjoy it… :) (Also, I apologize for the names of the kiddos - I’ve been listening to a lot of Janis Joplin lately and just fell in love with the name Jude after watching Jude Law in The Aviator this afternoon… lol)

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It was the middle of the night, way past your kids’ bedtime, and yet you were still laid out on your living room couch. Your 4 year old son, Jude, was sick with a cold and refused to leave your side, along with your one year old daughter, Joplin. Of course they had both gotten sick at the same time while Spencer was away on a case.

You and Spencer had been married for five years now. You met when you used to work at the library down the street from your apartment. It took him almost a year to approach you and ask you out on a date. Then that one date turned into more dates. And the rest was history.

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The Most Disturbing Things in John Winchester’s Journal:  A Comprehensive Study.

@jaredsnuggles made a really incredible post about all mentions of the boys in John Winchester’s journal.  It’s incredibly helpful for writing reference, and filled with genuinely heartwarming moments and an interesting glimpse into John’s POV.

But as someone who’s pretty infamously critical of John’s parenting skills, what I most noticed was the progressively disturbing way in which the boys were brought up, the responsibilities placed on them, and the way in may have impacted their psyches (performing!Dean, anyone?) 

So let’s take a look at some of the most blatant examples of the Winchester’s upbringing that would have had the Child Protective Services knocking on most people’s doorsteps, and how it may have influenced the people they’ve become.


1.  Encouraging violent, illegal, and womanizing behavior:  

  • Dean turns fourteen today. He took off to the movies with a girlfriend. I think her name is Katie. Quite the ladykiller, that kid. Like I was at his age. Hell-raising, foul-mouthed, full of piss and vinegar. Silas had it right: he’s like me. If I’m not careful with him, by the time he’s twenty he’ll have left a trail of kids and arrest warrants all over the country. 

For some reference, Dean was not “a lady killer” at that age.  He was fourteen at the time, and didn’t even have his first kiss until he was at the boy’s home (where John dropped him) at age sixteen.  
At fourteen, he was still a child, having a presumably very chaste relationship with another child, seeing as it didn’t even involve the rudimentary making out.

  • Dean turns twenty-one today. I’d buy him a beer if I thought it would be something new. He’s also old enough to buy his own guns now. I tried to raise him right, and looks like I did. He’s a scam artist, a ladies’ man, and an absolutely loyal son. He knows what’s right and doesn’t hesitate to do it. I’m proud of him. Now that he’s hunting on his own I don’t see as much of him, but I know he’s out there. When I call him in on a job, he’s right there every time. I’ve spent the last sixteen years afraid that I was going to screw him up somehow. Maybe now I can forget about that.

This one is just messed up on multiple levels.  For one thing, there’s a lot of talk about “performing!Dean” within the fandom, and it’s easy to see where that persona comes from:  this, along with his ability to shoot, kill, and protect Sam, is one of the few times John expresses overt pride in Dean.  Of course a child/young man struggling to garner his father’s affection and approval would adopt the most suitable persona possible to do so.

It’s my opinion that Dean, at his heart, isn’t a “scam artist” or a “ladies’ man:”  he’s a homebody who loves to cook and clean and take care of people, with a lot of traditionally feminine characteristics.  He can also be interpreted as having a lot of internalized same-sex attraction.

Would John have accepted that?  From what I’ve seen, probably not.  Performing!Dean is just the son John wanted. 

2.  Age-inappropriate responsibility/obsessive behavior:

  • I took the boys, said good-bye to Missouri, and got the hell out of Lawrence. If I never go back, it’ll be too soon. Not for Dean, though. The first thing he wanted to know was when we would go home. But we don’t have a home anymore, Dean. The sooner you get used to that, the better. We don’t have a home until we find what killed your mother. 

The fact that it was hammered into Dean’s brain that they didn’t, and would not, have a home for the foreseeable future would have been a tremendous blow to a child’s psyche – particularly when it was just mentioned that he wasn’t speaking or leaving John or Sam’s side less than a month prior.

  • I’ll hunt, and the boys will hunt, and we will find whatever killed Mary and we will send it to Hell. And on the way, we will kill every monster and ghoul and ghost and demon and anything else. My boys will not grow up to experience what I have. They will not lose what I have lost. 

As always, his intentions are clearly good here, but for some reference, this was 1983.  The same year Mary died.  Dean was four, Sam was an infant, and he’s already decided that they can and will hunt.

  • Took Dean shooting. If he’s big enough to try to comfort me, he’s big enough to start learning the tools of the trade. I only let him fire the .22, but he is a deadeye marksman. My drill sergeant would have taken him over me in a second. Times like this, I sure am proud of my boy. I have a feeling it’ll be different with Sammy. Maybe he’s just too young to show it, but I don’t think he’s got the same kind of killer instinct. 

There are two disturbing things going on here:  Dean is being taught to kill at age six, and John’s reasoning is the fact that because he’s old enough to serve as emotional provider for a fully grown man, he should be able to.  And also, there’s something about a six-year-old having a “killer instinct” that just sounds incongruous to me.

This is also one of the few times he expresses genuine pride in Dean.

  • For his seventh birthday, I took Dean shooting again. He wanted to fire one of the big guns—that’s what he called them. I let him shoot the Browning, but I steadied his hands. Sammy wanted me to help him make Dean a card. It was like a normal day, like we were a normal family with a mom who was off shopping or at work or something. Instead of dead. That illusion never lasts. I can’t afford to let it. 
  • Sammy is five today. Thank God. He almost didn’t make it. I could blame Dean, but it’s my fault. There’s enough blame to go around. I missed the kill, and I left Dean watching Sam, and he couldn’t pull the trigger when he needed to. I haven’t taught him well enough. If he is weak like that again, my boys will die.

The fact that he’s blaming his nine-year-old son for his inability to kill, subconsciously or otherwise, in addition to putting a nine-year-old in a situation where he’d need to kill, is disconcerting to say the least. 

  • Last night, Sammy woke up in the middle of the night telling me he was afraid of the thing in the closet. I went and looked. There was nothing in the closet, but I’ve seen too much not to believe that there could be. So I handed Sammy the .45 and told him the next time he saw the thing in the closet, he knew what to do. I don’t think I’ll win any awards from parenting organizations, but five nights running now Sammy has slept without nightmares. Sometimes a .45 under your pillow is all you need. 

Sammy is sixteen years old today. God knows he’s got plenty of torments. Now he’s got a driver’s license, too. Doesn’t make much difference. He’s known how to drive since he was nine.

3.  Neglect:

  • Mary, you know I would never leave the boys with strangers I couldn’t trust. You know that, right? I never would. 

The fact that he is apparently leaving them with strangers, regardless of whether or not they’re “trustworthy,” when at this point they are still toddlers, is by definition neglectful behavior.

4.  Paranoia/controlling behavior: 

  • Dean turns five today. I was thinking about where we’re going to be in the fall, because he should start school. Then I realized that I can’t leave him in a school. Anything could happen. Maybe a place that has half-day kindergarten. Maybe that I could do. I know I should. I know he should be able to run around with other kids, who don’t know how to fileld-strip the Browning. Well, Dean doesn’t either, yet. But he’s learning. He’s got a talent for guns. I can see it already. And he’ll need it. 

I was a homeschooled kid myself, but the fact that John kept Dean isolated and out of academic environments in order to protect him strikes me as paranoid and controlling, as well as bad for Dean’s psyche.  

He’s also been using guns at around five years old.  I’m not even against guns, but that’s just messed up.

  • Dean turns twenty today. He’s in Ohio somewhere, hasn’t called in a couple of days. Tracking a possible poltergeist. He’s supposed to call in every night. Mission discipline is critical. 
  • Sammy is eighteen years old today. Surprised he didn’t take off. We’re not getting along too well. He hunts when we need him to, but he’s never committed himself the way Dean did. Dean’s never known any other way to live, or if he has, he doesn’t act like it. He’s playing the role he was born to play. Sammy’s the younger brother. He doesn’t know what his role is, even though I can tell him until I’m blue in the face and we’re both ready to kill each other. He’s got one more year of school and then I’m drafting him full-time into the family business. I’ve given him more slack than I ever gave Dean, more than I would have ever gotten from my dad. He needed it. Now he’s a grown man, or almost. Time for him to step into what’s expected of him. Dean never even thought about college. We used to joke about it once in a while. But Sammy still believes he can have a normal life, but they’re both more useful to the world as hunters than … what, lawyers? Dentists? Sammy’s convinced himself that smart kids have to go to college. Part of my job is to convince him that college would be a waste of his smarts. And I gotta hand it to him on the brains front: there’s nothing he can’t find on the computer. I still dig around in actual books, libraries, newspapers. It’s all keystrokes and search words for Sammy. He’s done a good job hiding our trail on all the credit cards. 

John never leaves an option for Sam or Dean to be anything other than “what’s expected of them.”  He never asks them what they want to do with their life, or considers their opinions valid.  

This is one of the later entries, so it’s clear John has had a long time to settle himself into his extremist way of thinking, but it’s still disturbing and sad.

  • Sam graduated. He didn’t go to the ceremony. I think he’s still carrying a grudge that it took him an extra year. What do you want me to do, Sammy? Should we have stayed in Lawrence while whatever killed your mother came back for you? Should we have sat around fat, dumb, and happy even though war had been declared? How long would we have lasted that way? 
  • Sam left. I told him that if he was going, it was permanent. I meant it. 

  • Dean turns twenty-four today. I was twenty-four when I married his mother. Sorry, kid. Every boy has to cut the apron strings sometime, and for you it’s not going to be until we kill off a supernatural entity that seriously needs killing. Then we’ll all be free of your mother’s ghost. We’ll be able to live normal lives. But maybe not. Maybe we’ve all been hunters too long now. 

It’s clear that John didn’t consider his children autonomous adults, and expected them to blindly obey his authority.  He also considers them complicit in his “war,” even though they were both very small children at the time.


In closing, it’s clear from the other entries that John loves his boys.  But as I’ve pointed out before, you can love someone and still be thoroughly toxic, abusive, and bad for them.  John’s parenting and projection onto Dean is probably the reason why he’s so uncomfortable with his own femininity (and ~possible~ bisexuality), and why he feels so continuously obligated to prove himself as a Scam Artist and Ladies’ Man™.  

Even Sam, heartbreakingly, has finally internalized the message that he can never be anything other than a hunter, when he clearly at one point wanted to do otherwise.  

So while John could, and did, have a lot of redeeming qualities, and wound up sacrificing himself for his son’s benefit, I hope this will lay to rest the debate about whether or not he was a good father.

A Father’s Love

Word Count: 2000 ish

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Maverick (or Mav) (OC), Piper (OC), Genevieve, Jared (Brief mention)

Warnings: A case of childhood pneumonia, homesickness, fluff, Jensen doubting himself. I believe that’s all.

Summary: While Jensen is away filming, he experiences a bad case of homesickness.

A/N: Thank you to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @melonshino for reading over this and assuring me that it was okay :-) This is my first Jensen fic! I hope I wrote him well… Please feel free to leave feedback and constructive criticism. Happy reading!

No hate towards Danneel or any member of the Ackles family - I adore them. Pretend that Danneel is happy with someone else… This is just a work of fiction!

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It was the middle of the night, way past your kids’ bedtime, and yet you were still laid out on your living room couch. Your 4 year old son, Maverick, was sick with a cold and refused to leave your side, along with your one year old daughter, Piper. Of course they had both gotten sick at the same time the one weekend that Jensen had to work.

You and Jensen had been married for five years now. You met on the set of Supernatural, but you knew him long before then. After you got killed off the show, he asked you on a date. And that one date turned into more dates. And the rest was history.

Maverick had been upset, coughing more and more as the night drug on. You let him and Piper lay with you on the couch before they went to bed, but they ended up both falling asleep - Mav wedged between you and the couch and Piper laying face down on your stomach.

“Finally… some peace” you said under your breath as you turned on the T.V. and set the volume at the lowest audible level. You let your finger trail up and down Piper’s back, happy that both of  your kids were finally asleep.

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Finally Complete (Bucky X Wife!Reader)

Characters: Bucky X Wife!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Infertility

FLUFF

Request: Bucky x reader? They’re married and she finds out she can’t have a baby. So him and tony (her big brother) go adopt a little girl to surprise her. She gets in from work to see her super soldier snuggled up to a 4 yr old girl. She jumps up extremely excited and asks if your her new mommy. Reader is so happy she’s in tears.


Originally posted by sebastianobrien

You’ve been married to Bucky for over 6 years now and you’ve been trying for a baby for a while. No… a long time… 4 years. You tried several pills to help fertility but nothing seemed to work. You finally decided after over two years to trying, you went to the hospital with Bucky.

Bucky was worried it was him. That his time frozen had affected his ability to fertilize… but it was you in the end. You had a genetic disease that meant your eggs stopped being able to fertilize. And even if you did, you would almost instantly miscarry, and it made you realise all those heavy periods… was you losing your baby.

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~BABY MOON~

lite smut, fluff

it was cold outside so, you had the heat booming and episodes of your favorite tv show rolling. your little sister, yenan cuddled up by your side with the hugest grin on her face.

“is he here?! is that him!?” she jumped up in excitement at the sound of a car door.

you shrugged. “it could be him, im not sure.”

sometimes, you thought that your little sister was more in love with dean than you were. she’s basically his #1 fangirl. she knows all of his songs which is super shocking since his songs are in korean and she only speaks english.

lucky for her, she’s been backstage at a few of his performances with you. it’s so cute when they see each other, she buries herself in his clothes, does a little handshake that they made up with him and then she’d sit on his lap and play with his hair until you got noticeably jealous.

you were definitely the jealous type when it came to dean. he was yours and only yours but sometimes, even your sister seemed to get in the way. it was whatever though.

“dean!” yenan screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran to open the knocking door.

“yenan-ah!” dean picked her up by her under arms and swung her around.

feeling a little jealous at how they acted towards each other, you cleared your throat. “hey dean.”

his eyes switched over to yours. ‘damn.’ he thought to himself. your eyes were intimidating him. he knew he fucked up, giving all of his attention to yenan instead of you.

“hey jagiya.” he sat down beside you, pecked your lips and pulled you into a quick hug.

immediately, you recognized that smell that you loved. his cologne was titled ‘bad boy’ but it smelled sweet and innocent, kind of like candy. that was the smell you craved. you craved it so much and at the moment, you couldn’t do anything about it.

“did you miss me?” he nudged you.

“i missed you dean!” you rolled your eyes at your attention seeking little sister.

“shut up yenan.” you pulled her scrunchie out of her hair, causing her curls to fall all over her face.

“yah y/n why you do that?!” she ran away, probably to her room to fix her hair.

“somebody’s jealous.” dean teased you.

you rolled your eyes and masked your smile. he was right, you were jealous. as soon as he came through your door, he was supposed to be all over you, not yenan. it was time to play a little hard to get.

“yupp.” you said as plain as you could.

“yahh don’t act like that. what did i do?” he asked.

you shifted to your side and focused back on the television. you squeezed in a few fake laughs as the minutes past until he realized what you were doing.

“dean! i’m leaving, mommies here bye!” yenan came running back into the living room with her backpack on and stuffed animal in her arms.

“bye my caramel princess. and tell eomma i said hey.” he kissed the top of her head and let her go after saying her goodbyes to you.

as soon as the door shut and the two of you were alone, dean got closer to you and whispered in your ear, “what’s up with you?”.

you bit down on your lip hoping that he didn’t hear the slight moan that escaped your lips. but, he did. you hated when he could control you. when he would make you moan, it meant that you were basically under his control. he knew that most things he did could turn you on. like, just the sound of his voice, his presence or his soft touch.

“nothing.” you responded.

“oh, really? so why didn’t you talk to me for ten fucking minutes?” he placed his index finger on your chin and turned your face to face his.

“because, i was jealous.” you spat out.

he smirked, looked down and back at you. that look fucking killed. every single inch of his face was carved perfectly. his eyebrows gave a mischievous look to his face along with his high cheekbones and tanned skin. he looked like a playboy.

“you were jealous of your nine year old sister? baby if attention is what you want i’ll give it to you.” he kissed your lips.

his lips fit perfectly with yours. although yours were a bit more thicker than his, it still felt satisfyingly equal.

“i want something else..” you decided to make the real first move.

you reached for his pants zipper bit he stopped you. confused as to why he did let you proceed, you looked at him. “what?”

“you wanna do it on the couch? or in bed?” he asked, not even caring about your answer since he most definitely wanted to do it in bed.

ignoring your answer, he picked you up in one swift and carried you to your bedroom. he leaned into you which made you fall backwards onto the bed.

as he left soft wet kisses on your neck, you ruffled his hair around with your fingers. you learned that that fueled him up. it made his performance ten times better than it could’ve been if you didn’t play around in his hair.

“hyuk..” you titled your head back. you were so busy thinking about how good he was that you didn’t realize that he had already peeled your underwear off.

*

sooner than later, your room filled up with a mix of moans and groans from both you and hyuk. sex with him was amazing. he was gentle but rough at the same time. he would tell you how beautiful your skin and hair is while pounding the shit out of you and you liked it. scratch that, you loved it.

“babygirl look at me while i fuck you.” he grunted as he held your leg up on his shoulder.

the amount of pleasure that you got from this position was unbearable, so instead of trying to escape it, you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip. he hated when you closed your eyes while he fucked you so he would anyways tell you to open them and look at him.

you fought everything that you had in you to keep them fixed on his, staring back at him through your thick lashes gave him such a drive.

“don’t ever ignore me again..” he ordered you.

“yes… i won’t ignore you” you sat up on your shoulders to watch him stroke into;out of you.

suddenly, he sped up his pace. most likely because he was near. realizing the stiffening in your legs, you too were near. “say my name y/n.”

“hyuk…hyuk…hyuk…hyuk..!” you moaned aloud.

he slowed down as his strokes became a sloppy mess. he fell on the side of you after you came together. you rolled over into his chest and kissed the chisel of his jaw.

“you’re not on the pill anymore are you? i haven’t…you know for awhile.” hyuk asked, getting rid of the comfortable silence.

you thought of the last time you even took the pill. you damn sure couldn’t remember. “ahh no.”

“i can’t believe im having a blasian kid.” he lightly chuckled.

your eyes widened out of shock at what your boyfriend had just said. hearing that made you the happiest girl on earth. this meant that, he wasn’t going to care about what his parents would think when he tells them the unconfirmed news. it meant that he wasn’t scared. it meant that you were possibly going to have your own little family with the man you loved.

“go get a test.” you sat up with the sheets thrown over your shoulders.

it had been a long time since you saw hyuk move as fast as he did to put on his clothes and head out the door. he was so excited that he forgot all about a shower.

what if you were pregnant? how would your mom react to it? she would probably think that you’re too young and that it’s too early to start having kids when you just graduated from college. the thought of her reaction made you feel a bit worried so you prayed that it would be a good one. that is, if you were pregnant.

you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower.

*

“is it finished yet?” hyuk yelled from the living room.

you checked the clock on your phone and the five minutes that you had to wait were up. slowly, you turned the test over and indeed, you were pregnant.

trying to not be obvious at all, you covered the smile that formed on your lips with your resting bitch face. you walked into the living area and sat beside hyuk, handing him the test after telling him to close his eyes.

“okay, 1, 2, 3 open them.”

he quickly opened them and looked down at the small test in his hands. with just his mouth in the shape of an o, and his watery eyes, you could tell that this was indeed a very special moment for him.

“im gonna…be a…father.” he said in english.

you pecked his cheek and leaned into him. he wrapped his arms around you and lightly sobbed until he remembered that he was man and sucked it up.

“we should tell our parents.” he coughed to cover up the fact that he was just crying.

you giggled. “you’re really gonna pretend like you weren’t just crying?”

“baby i wasn’t, i’m a man.” he pouted.

“whatever you say hyuk.” you picked up your phone and dialed your mom’s number.

“hello?” she answered on the second ring.

“yea eomma, i have some news. are you listening?” you took in a deep breath.

dean noticed your nervous state, so he intertwined his fingers with yours to reassure that everything would be fine.

“yeah go ahead.” she responded.

“well, i’ve took a pregnancy test. and it says that im pregnant.” you smiled a little at the fact that you could say that now.

“you’re what?!” she sounded happy.

“preg-”

“i heard! wait until i tell yenan! i just can’t believe it my baby’s pregnant i gotta tell everyone child im-… where’s dean?” you didn’t know this, but she was jumping around in her place of work.

everyone’s eyes were on her with the thought, ‘what the hell’s gotten into her?’

“right here eomma!” he spoke into the phone.

“congratulations.. i’ve got to go.” she finally calmed down same caught her breath.

“ok mom we’ll talk later.” you hung up the phone and looked over at dean who was dialing his parents number.

“hello eomma? is appa there with you? i have important news.” he softly spoke into the phone.

he put it on speaker, so that you could hear. “yes he’s here, what is it?”

“y/n is pregnant.” he bit down on his lip, hoping for a good reaction.

“what? you’re not married to her hyuk! what if she’s using you for-”

“she’s not, i will marry her. i love her and she loves me. just because she’s foreign it doesn’t mean that she’s different. you have to trust me eomma.” his eyes shifted over to you, he was shocked that you kept a smile on your face.

“i see..” she sighed.

“we’ll support you hyuk. we’ll support the both of you and congratulations to you and y/n. i can’t wait to see my grandchild.” his father spoke into the phone with his soothing and reassuring voice.

“thanks appa. we’ll talk later.” hyuk hung up the phone and tossed it to the side.

“you good?” he asked you, lightly tugging on one of your curls.

you nodded. his mother liked you, and you could see where she was coming from. that was her culture so you couldn’t really be upset with it. hopefully, she’ll be more accepting of the fact that you’re going to be carrying her son’s child. hopefully.

“i put a baby in you..” he poked your stomach. “that’s so sexy.”

you giggled at his stupidness and straddled him, unexpectedly. “promise me we’ll be alright.”

“y/n i promise you we’ll be alright. fuck what a hater gotta say. you’re mine and i’m yours. we’re together until the end.”

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lite smut cause, i didn’t want to go into detail with that stuff yet. i hope that you still like it.

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Oui (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 1561 (ugh, short. I know.) Request/Summary: This one wasn’t requested either (I should probably get to those), but it’s a teacher AU set on valentines day. They’re both middle school teachers, reader is a language arts teacher and Lafayette is the french teacher, and John is one of the counselors. (: Warnings: None I believe (:

A/N- Yet again, I was assisted with french by my lovely friend (who am I kidding, we’re practically married at this point) @whatdimissmotherfuckers. Thanks much mon choupinette. Finally got my valentines fic out! I hope you guys like it <3 Feedback is always appreciated. 


Things Mademoiselle L/N Loves.” You nearly dropped the stack of manilla folders in your arms at the sight of the large heart diagram scrawled across the dry erase board that spanned the wall. You stepped closer to the drawing and examined the slanted cursive writing scattered amongst the inside of the hastily drawn heart shape : “Writing.” You beamed at the word and turned your eyes to the next few, “Rainy Days. Good Books. Musicals.  Gilmore Girls. Good Hair Days.  Happy Students. French Teachers. Kitte-” Wait. You let a small smile turn the corners or your mouth up at the sight of it. You did have a bit of a “thing” for one particular french teacher. Your smile grew into a grin and remained on your face as you walked over to your desk, setting down the folders and placing your messenger bag on the floor.  Surrounding you now, were several, mostly red colored, balloons and an insurmountable amount of glitter thrown across your desk. “Too much, Gilbert.” You giggled as your gaze caught on a large box of chocolates on your desk, something french that you couldn’t understand was printed on the top in fancy lettering. You lifted the lid and surveyed the assorted chocolates inside. Immediately, the smell of them wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help picking one up and popping it in your mouth. With a glance at the clock you suppressed a groan and picked up your laptop to head to your meeting.

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