i love the frenchies

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Happy Mother’s Day!! 💕👑

Ahh, what can I say about my little Frenchie? This little light skinned lady has done so much for me and I feel like I can never do enough to thank her for everything. She and my dad had me when they were really young and they’ve both done a bomb ass job raising me but we’re not here to talk about my dad. That’s what Father’s Day is for 😂 My mom constantly drives me crazy with her goofiness and her motherliness but she’s also the reason why I haven’t gone bat shit crazy over the past 21 years. She’s gotten me through a lot of things and I am super grateful. She always has my back and I don’t think I could’ve dreamt of or wished for a greater mom. Thanks for all you’ve done Ara! 💕

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there, existing and soon-to-be! You all deserve the world today and always 💕

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“I don’t need to jump off a building to feel I’m alive. I can get that playing with a puppy. ”                                                                                                                                                            - Norman Reedus

Scars

Arno Dorian x Reader

A/N: Phew! I finally did it! Here’s the request for that sweet anon. I’m sorry if it took so long, but school is literally tearing me apart. Anyway, I hope you’ll like it! Sorry for some mistakes, if you’ll find it. I’m dying of lack of sleep…

“You just can’t, can you?”
You sighed, a worried look on your features. It wasn’t the first time Arno come back with wounds, but you were started to getting very tired.
“Oh, come on. It’s not that bad.” You smacked his arm and then kept cleaning his wounds.  “You know, that hurt.” He said, looking at you with wide eyes, like he couldn’t understand your reaction. You lifted your eyes to the sky. “Oh, shush it. For someone who barely care about his well-being, I have to say you complain a lot”
“Usually nurses aren’t so mean with their patients”
“Who said I am your nurse?” You  retorted, trying to hide your smile. Arno looked at you with mirth in his eyes, without even bothering speaking.
You knew you were thinking the same thing. He would run for his chore for all Paris, and very often he would come to the Café with cuts and scrapes all over him; some more graver, some less. 

“I am serious, Arno. Why you won’t listen to me?”

“Like I said, it’s not a big deal, chérie.” You shook your head. “This is the fourth time in this week. I fixed those wounds a few days ago, I can still see the stitches.” 

He just shrugged and you nearly groaned. With an huff, you gently pressed a cloth damp with ointment to his torso, studing the rest of it. There were few cuts, but you didn’t need to sitch them.
“Turn around.” You could see him raise his eyebrows. “What makes you think I need medication even on my back?”
“Because I could see the blood all over your clothes.”
“That was not mine” You moaned, exasperated. “For once, just once, could you do as I say?” He looked at you and you held his stare, the cloth still in your hand. Arno moved, showing you his shoulders. Saying that you didn’t actually enjoying the view was a lie,  a bad one too judging the blush that appeared over your cheeks. It was a good thing he wasn’t facing you; you couldn’t bear his teases and you could understand deeply why your body has to betray you so much.
You run a gently hand over his sore muscles, cleaning the dry blood on his skin and stitiching a particular wound that runned on his left side. Arno whined softly, tensing under your touch.
“I am hurting you?”
He shook his head, trying to look at you. You pressed your hand on his cheek, causing his head to move. “I suggest you to do not move, unless you want me to mess up this”
“You couldn’t mess up, chérie”
You bit your lip, a smile growing all over your face. “How did that happen, anyway? Pick again a little fight?”
“You know, accident like this happen. I’m not the first; I won’t be the last. Especially on a mission” You muffled your laugh, while kept working on his wounds.
After you finished, you were supposed to retire your hands from his warm skin; instead you find yourslef running your fingertips over his scars, gently.
“You have plenty of them.”
Arno didn’t reply, instead leaning in your touch, your hands traced the one that was between his back and his right shoulder. You slowly caressed it and you felt him shiver.
“Do you remember how did you got this one?”
“Not exactly. I got many of them during fights, but I tend to not remember or count all my scars.” You were lost in your thoughts, while looking at his scarred skin. He was full of wounds; some of theme weren’t even visible. You bit your lower lip, again.
Both of your lives weren’t easy, they’ve never been easy; especially Arno’s. You could literally see the proof on his own body, those scars told many different stories and all of them was a different learned lession.
“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”
His voice brought you back to reality. He was looking at you almost hesitantly, like he was expecting something from you.
You smiled at him. “Oh, this and that. Mostly, you need to listen to me more. I’m going to ask for a salary next time you’ll need me as a nurse” He smiled, an amused expression on his face.
“And I thought you did all this because you loved me”
You took his face in your hands, matching his own smile as well.
“Pardonnez-moi, monsier. I cannot make privileges” Without even notice of your actions, you pressed you lips on the scar on his face, in a gently and soft kiss. You could feel him relaxing on your touch, his arms slowly reaching you and pulling you closer to him, his lips pressed on the top of your head.
“Now, what about a warm bath? And oh, some wine. We both need to relax, ma chérie.”
You smiled, your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck “I don’t know. I’m quite comfortable here.”
Arno lifted your head to his, capturing your lips with his own. It was just a simple contact of lips, but you were suprised of how much you craved for his touches.
“I’m sure you are, mon amour.”

Perhaps you truly needed that warm bath…

                                             ‘’GREASE’’ 

Frenchie: The dreamer the student the almost dropout

Oh my gosh! 😲 Look at what I got in the mail!  💌 It’s a giant Perler-bead fanart of Loki! 🐶💖 I am so blown away right now! 😍❤ It’s like I’m seeing double lol 😆 What an amazing present and I LOVE it! 💗😁 Thank you so much Renee! 😄😙💞💕💟

iris-the-asparagus  asked:

Cookiez! What is your opinion on escargots? Just curious 🐌

….r u askin’ this to the frenchy? no bc i love eatin’ escargots, in garlic and Parsley Butter,it’s delicious (๑°꒵°๑)・*♡

I think they’re kyote! i prefer birds but when i was a child ,i loved watchin’ them all day !that was fun ! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

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