i would have animated this in some way but i need to go back to doing homework

percystilinski  asked:

it's the lil nct mark anon (not really anon anymore) here :-) could you do nct mark best friends to lovers? THANK UU 💓

find others: ten 

  • you and mark meet because of mark’s dislike for science
  • literally,,,,you meet him because you’re assigned to tutor him and on the first day he’s like trying to be sweet and nodding along to what you say but you can see the complete confusion in his eyes
  • and you sigh because,,,,mark are you getting any of this???
  • and with the most unsuspecting smile he’s like nope :) dear god im going to fail chemistry aren’t i :)
  • and you’re like oK lets not jump to conclusions im sure we can make this work and mark just presses his forehead to the desk and groans and you’re like dude,,,,,we just,,,,,we just need to make you like chemistry - it’s not so bad
  • mark’s grumbling voice: id rather spend the eternity of my life locked in a room with haechan than look at another number
  • you: ok it’s not the ba-
  • mark: literally. eternity. in. a. room. with. haechan. throw in taeil with his bad dad jokes thats how much i dont want to do or see or hEAR about chemical equations and what not ever
  • you realize that it’ll be tough,,,but at the same time mark is too nice and hardworking to just fall through the cracks so you commit yourself to finding some way to get him to like science
  • and after trial and error, looking up ‘cats do science’ videos on youtube to making slideshows with animated dancing h2o structures 
  • you finally get through and tbh,,,,mark doesn’t fail his final. he gets just enough to pass,,,,but hey it all turned out well in the end
  • and you and mark pretty much bond because you put in effort to help him and without you he’d probably would have given up,,,,and mark likes being around you
  • you guys are both the laid back, silly type with matching sense of humor and an appreciation for just minding your own businesses
  • like once ten had come over just to tell mark about the Drama and you and mark had just blinked up @ him like,,,,what do you mean??? and ten was just like WOW YOU GUYS DONT PAY ATTENTION TO ANYTHING DO YOu
  • and mark had just shrugged and you’d just nodded because,,,,,,what did it matter?? what other people were doing and mark had agreed and ten had just rolled his eyes and stormed off
  • but basically,,,even when you’re done being his tutor you’ve become one of his closest friends
  • which is why when you end up accidentally breaking your ankle and get set up in the hospital for a couple of days 
  • aside from all your usual friends,,,mark shows up and sheepishly admits that he’d taken the time to visit all your teachers and get you the homework and notes
  • and he looks adorable holding the stack of books in his arms,,,and you’re like laughing into your palm because dammit mark this was supposed to be your chance to get away from schoolwork
  • and he gets panicky because ohH,,,,he didn’t know???? but you’re just giggling like im joking thanks so much
  • the relief is obvious as mark grins and sets down the books,,,sitting beside you and scrunching up his nose
  • and you’re like what??? does the hospital smell weird??
  • but mark leans forward and carefully flicks the center of your forehead and you’re like !
  • and he’s pulling back,,,,,,cheeks tinted pink but the same nose scrunch and he’s like “why’d you go and be dumb,,,,breaking your ankle,,,,,what did you do - trip over air?”
  • and you’re like HEY i tripped over something legitimate ok don’t be mean I was the one who tutored you mark lee
  • he sticks his tongue out and you do the same,,,,both of you end up chuckling anyway
  • and you jokingly tell mark not to worry you’ll be fine soon
  • but to your surprise he promises to visit you tomorrow too and you’re like don’t worry about it but,,,,,mark is more adamant than you’ve ever seen
  • and like he promised he’s back the next day,,,,this time shyly he pulls something from his backpack and it’s a stuffed puppy??? 
  • he places it in your lap and he’s like “it’s a gift,,,,,so you feel better” and you pick it up and smile and you’re like it’s so cute!!! it looks like you mark!!
  • and he’s like gfdhkflsjjf did ,,,, they just call me cute but also he’s like you need to name it
  • and you’re like let’s name it together!!!!
  • and again mentally,,,mark is probably dying but he’s like ok,,,,how about,,,,,
  • you think for a minute and you’re like you know how you’re from canada lets name him maple leaf
  • and mark is like ThATS ,,,, CHEESY but you’re like I LIKE IT i like maple leaf
  • you dont see it but mark bites back his lip,,,,watching you look happily at the toy because ok,,,,,what the hell why are you so cute
  • it’s so much that mark excuses himself for the day
  • and the next afternoon he’s back and the doctor mentions you’ll be discharged soon with a cast and mark is like that’s exciting, can i be the first to sign and you’re like sure!!!
  • and when you do get your cast mark takes out a pen and after a second he scribbles something
  • when you lean over you read it and you almost freeze because there it is,,,,,in green sharpie pen: ‘don’t break anything anymore,,,,,i like you too much so protect yourself!”
  • and you look up at mark whose turned cherry red and he’s like i- i don-dont-
  • and you’re like,,,,,do you mean you like him very much in a friend way?? 
  • mark shakes his head,,,hiding his eyes behind his hair and playing with his fingers and you feel your heart do a little leap
  • and you’re like mark,,,come here
  • listening to you he shuffles closer and you mumble for him to close his eyes and you can see his lips quiver but you also can see the smile he’s holding back
  • but instead of kissing him you bring maple leafs lips up to marks and he’s like !!!!! opening his eyes and touching his lips and you laugh
  • making mark scrunch up his nose again and he’s like not funny,,,,and you’re like ok ok but come here i do want to kiss you for real
  • ,,,,,,when you do kiss him you can feel the smile against your skin,,,,the way mark hesitates but slowly brings his hand up to cup your cheek and it’s cute,,,,,
  • but then the doctor comes in and mark jumps back and is a blubbering mess while the doctor is just like oo do u two need another minute hehe
I Appreciate You (Peter Parker) Part 2

Summary: Peter finally has the chance to say I love you.

Warnings: Slight swearing, very fluffy, very cute.

Word Count: 1442

Requested?: Yes 

         It’s been three weeks since you finally dropped the official I love you to Peter while you thought he was sleeping. It also has been three weeks where Peter has been driving himself crazy trying to figure out when and how to tell you that he is just as in love with you. Unbeknownst to you, he heard you open up to him and wants take the next step into your relationship.

        Since he dropped by for an impromptu sleepover, Peter has been extra attentive to you. The morning after he woke up extra early to grab you breakfast from your favorite diner, serving it with a side of morning kisses and cuddles. Luckily your parent(s) slipped out early for a work shift. Throughout the rest of the weekend Peter stuck by your side, slipping out for no more than three hours at a time to attend his Spider-Man duties. Even then your superhero seems reluctant to leave. Throughout the following weeks at school, whenever you are with Peter he always manages to find some way to keep touching you. Whether it be playing footsie during class, an arm around your shoulder during lunch, or even having his hand on the small of your back when you walk together. Peter Parker could not keep his webby hands to himself!

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Running Late (Dad!Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: A very domestic dad shawn imagine

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Y/s/n= your sons name. Y/d/n= your daughters name

Shawn’s eyelids fluttered open at the sound of birds chirping in the cold Toronto air. Turning to his side, he spotted his beautiful wife Y/N laying there, sound asleep.

“Y/N.” he cooed, kissing all over her face.

She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Shawn chuckled admiring her face. Let’s just say she was tired because they didn’t only sleep last night, Shawn smirked at the thought. He turned over to glance at his alarm clock to see that it was perfect time for him to wake up the kids.

He and Y/N took turns taking Y/D/N and Y/S/N to school, and Shawn definitely had the history of getting them late. Who could blame him, he loved his kids so much he didn’t always want to let them go.

And so with one last kiss to Y/N’s forehead, Shawn hopped out of bed and put his slippers on. Crossing the hallway, he visited a bright purple room first.

Dodging the hundreds of stuffed animals on the ground, he walked up to his daughter’s tiny bed, where she was snoring softly.

He smiled at her little face, and tucked a strand behind her ear just like he does to Y/N.

She stirred, waking up.

“Daddy! Helloo. “

“Hello darling.” Shawn chuckled at her.

“I don’t want to go to school.” She muttered.

“Aw sweetheart, you know you have to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Love, is there something bothering you?” Shawn asked.

At this, she giggled.

“Hehehe you only call mommy love!”

“Well, I can use it for you sometimes too. Here, let’s sit you up.”

Shawn sat on her bed and placed Y/D/N on his lap. She rested her head on his chest as Shawn took her hand in his.

“Well, I have my oral presentation today.” She told her dad.

“And I’m guessing you’re nervous?”


“Well lemme tell you something darling, I know how you feel.”

“How do you deal with nerves before you perform?”

“Well, I take deep deep breathes. You know, in and out, in and out slowly… And then, I ease my mind. I think of things I’m thankful for, people I’m thankful of having in my life.”

“Didja think about mommy?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, boy did I think about your mommy when I was on tour.”

“Did you miss her daddy?”

“So badly, kitten, so badly.”

Shawn looked through the hallway back at his bedroom.

“Anyway, how about some pancakes to cheer you up eh?”

Shawn put her down for her so she can get dressed, and walked across to his son’s room.

On the way, a furry little grey dog ran into him.

“Hey boy! How you doin, had a good sleep?” He said, scratching his neck and patting him on the head. “Go find Y/N, she’ll want to cuddle with ya.”

And he ran off to their bedroom.

Checking his watch for the time, Shawn mentally swore. The little talk with Y/D/N took a little longer than expected, and now if they didn’t hurry up they would be late.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?” Shawn called out to his son.

Y/S/N was bent over his desk, scribbling away.

“Dude, did you leave your homework last minute again?”

“Whaaa no of course not dad.”

“Well, c’mon buddy let’s go downstairs to have some breakfast.”

Shawn picked his 7 year old son up and went down the stairs to a waiting Y/D/N.

Y/S/N took a seat beside Y/D/N at the kitchen table, as Shawn started to get pans out.

“Guys, I don’t think we have time for pancakes.”
“What, daddy you promised.” Y/D/N frowned.

“Whatever, what’s 16+23?”

“Y/D/N, do you want to be late or not have pancakes?”

“I don’t care about being late, you do.” She giggled. “You and mommy have a contest on who gets us on time the most often.”

“Ugh, you little geniuses know everything.” Shawn said to the ceiling.

“Yo dad, what’s 16+23?”

“Daddy, the pancake mix is in the first cabinet on the left!”

Oh god, Shawn thought.

“Why did I have kids again?” He whispered to himself.

“Because you loved me and wanted to start a family.” Y/N smirked, standing at the bottom of the staircase. “Need a hand babe?”

“Yes PLEASE.” Shawn exhaled with relief.

Y/N chuckled, as she walked in the kitchen.

“You get started on pancakes, and I’ll sort out Y/S/N’s homework.” She said, putting her hands on Shawn’s waist.

“Thank you, you’re the best.” Shawn grinned down at her, starting to kiss her neck and lips.

“Guys!” Y/S/N rolled his eyes.

“Hmm right, pancakes!” Shawn moved away from Y/N to proceed to the stove, as she went to sit beside Y/S/N to help him on his math.


“Alright bye guys! Have a wonderful day; Y/D/N you’ll do wonderful on your presentation and Y/S/N, don’t forget about your soccer practice at 4.” Shawn bent down to hug both his kids before they ran off to the playground.

“How are they already 7 and 6 years old?” Y/N pondered, laying her head on Shawn’s shoulder.

“No freaking clue.” Shawn responded, laying his head on top of hers and putting his hand on her waist, pulling her towards him.

“Okay, we should go home; I’m in sweatpants and a cami and I’m freezing.” Y/N shivered, snuggling up to her husband.

“Yeah, I got an interview in half an hour.”

“Wait Shawn isn’t your interview at 9?”

“Yeah, it’s 8:30.”



“So, I guess I’m not the only one who runs late every once in a while eh?” Shawn chuckled from behind the counter with a coffee in his hand.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him as she ran to the closet to grab a pair of heels.

“Shawn, will you zip me up?” She said.

“Of course love.” Shawn stood up to help her. “Hey today, I called Y/D/N love and she noticed I always call you that haha.”

“Ookay, I gotta run; I’m so late. Bye you dork.” Y/N kissed Shawn on the cheek before going out the front door to the driveway.

Shawn smirked at her from the door.

“Hey I’m still winning, you’ve been late three more times now than me!” Y/N called out from her car.

Shawn laughed.

“I love you!” He called out to her.

Going back into the house, he smiled. He was so incredibly happy, with his life right now. He was married to Y/N, the love of his freaking life and every day with her was just as exciting as when they were first dating. And he had his two amazing kids.

He glanced at the clock. 9:01.

“Damnit!” He cried out, grabbing his coat and running out the door.


Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

“Laying in bed, Taehyung’s mind skimmed over the events from today, always pausing to think about the extremely pretty girl who was staring at him earlier. He was determined to find out who she was, she wasn’t getting away so easily.”

Genre: Fluff | Angst
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 1528

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Fast Cars and Freedom

Word Count: 3351

Warnings: Language, nudity, minor character death(s)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N Singer)

Italics indicate flashback

A/N: Inspired by the song Rascal Flatts Fast Cars and Freedom (watch here). I have been listening to some older, better country lately and this has been nagging at me for awhile now. I have plans to turn this into a series if y’all are interested. Thank you so much to @death2thevirgin who was my amazing beta for this!

The party had been a success and we were both tired. I had just brushed my teeth, getting ready for bed when I walked back into our bedroom and my heart stopped at the sight before me; sitting at her small vanity table, removing her makeup, not like she needs it. Twenty years later, she still takes my breath away.  I leaned up against the door jamb, just watching her, enamored by the vision of her. Memories flooded my mind, like a dam breaking.

I was fifteen years old when Dad dropped us off with Bobby for a few days. Sammy was only eleven and didn’t understand why Dad was gone so much. I did my best to explain it to him, but he was just a kid and didn’t get it. He just knew he missed Dad.

Our Dad was a mechanic for a trucking company in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. A few times a year he would have to travel to pick up a big rig that broke down. He didn’t like leaving us ever since Mom died, but he didn’t have much choice. The job paid well and we had Bobby to keep watch over us while Dad was gone.

We went about our daily routine, breakfast, school, homework, chores. Bobby owned a garage and salvage yard, on a large plot of land with a few animals and there was no shortage of work to be done.

Y/N was Bobby’s daughter. She was less than a year younger than me and more often than not, she and I were left in charge of Sam when Bobby was working out in the shop. We got along well since the first day, discovering we had a lot in common and she adored Sammy. That was enough in my book.

The phone rang just as we were finishing up supper. As a general rule, Bobby didn’t allow phone calls during meals, but while Dad was gone, he made an exception so we could talk to him. Once Bobby gave his nod of nearly imperceptible nod of approval, I jumped out of my chair so fast it almost tipped over and ran to the phone.

“Dad!” I exclaimed as I answered the phone. Only the voice on the other end wasn’t Dad.

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New Girl (2) (Jaehyun)

Originally posted by nikaiv

plot: chapter 2/? of New Girl

length: 1,861 words

genre: sports!AU

*a/n: I’m pacing this series out slowly, so this chapter is more so character development. If you guys do want this to continue as a series, please let me know! I have a general idea of where I want the story to go but if you have ideas of what you’d want to happen next, feel free to leave it in my inbox~ hope you guys like it!

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Dear Diary

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Aww!! Thank you nonnie! <3 I’m making it kind of like a diary, in Leo’s POV? Sorry it took so long!!

Prompt: “OMG yaaaassss! I love your writing, I can’t resist, I have to send a request!! Can I have some cute angst/fluff with 2014/2016 Leo? Maybe about how he’s feeling himself falling for reader as time passes, and how he’s afraid and self-conscious, but curious and hopeful? And maybe a love confession to go with that? Thank you hun, keep up the great work <3”

Word count: 1439

Warnings: Swearing, a lot of emotions

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

January 23rd

I met a girl today, and she’s quite the character. Her name is [Y/N].

[Y/N]. There’s not much to say about her, other than she looks like she could be a part time model, but I heard from Mikey that she’s a bar tender, although he probably made that up in his head.

January 25th 

We saw her again. She was bringing groceries home, and one of her bags ripped. Of course we went to help. Why was she bringing food back so late at night?

[Y/N] looked a lot different from when we first met her. She didn’t have any make up on, and her hair was pulled back away from her face. She’s got such a beautiful face.

It’s quite contrasting, how someone with such beauty, would actually care for four mutant turtles.

Her eyes were dark. She’d used sunglasses during the day to hide them.

It would be nice to see her again.

January 26th

Mikey brought her to the lair, and they spent the day watching Disney movies. She’d gotten very excited about The Little Mermaid, and so did Mikey.

They danced to ‘Part of Your World’ together, and she’d forced me to get involved. It wasn’t like I was annoyed by it; I just assumed she didn’t want anything to do with me. Mikey was more her speed.

I sat next to her, and I could feel her excitement. It was addictive. I sat with them the rest of the day; just to feel the same level of happiness she did watching animated characters on TV. [Y/N] is going to be a big part of our lives from now on, and I don’t know how I’m going to handle it, but I’m willing to try and learn how to. 

January 30th

[Y/N] came around again, with pizza. It’s admirable that she thinks of us. We have April, but it’s hard to think humans are as nice as the 4 we’ve met. Granted, Vern is a dick sometimes, and Casey is quite frustrating but they’re still our friends. 

And they still care for us on some level, but [Y/N], she could spend her days taking photos for the front of glossy magazines, or coffee dates with human men. Yet she’s here whenever she can be. How did we get so lucky to have these people in our lives? 

February 2nd

Again, this entry is about [Y/N].

She said something funny today, but it got me thinking. She said: “I’d probably only get married for the dress and the attention.”

I don’t know if she was serious, but maybe I can change her mind. I imagine marriage as a loving commitment, and I’d like her to marry someone she truly loves. I mean, I wouldn’t mind marriage, and if I had any chance of getting her. Well, I’d be the luckiest man turtle alive.  

She’d probably marry a man who plays golf and hangs out at a country club with his rich family. He’d probably be able to buy her whatever she wanted, with a 9 to 5 job. He’d be able to properly provide for them. And, I want what’s best for [Y/N], so that sounds pretty great. I just hope I’m invited to the wedding.

February 14th

I got into an argument with her this morning. It was so minuscule and petty, but I had to go and ask her if it was that time of the month and she (as Mikey put it) blew her shit.

I went to her apartment today and she looked terrible. She confessed to me that she doesn’t like arguing. It reminds her of all the bad things in this world; how cruel it could be. Why she was so upset hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt like a piece of shit to say the least.

I learnt of her relative’s passing, and how the funeral was in a week.

I told her I wish I could be there, and she just cried.

I held her, for the first time. Her small arms coiled around my body, her head resting on my chest as the tears poured down her face and puddled between us. It was hard to tell when the crying stopped, or when my heart stopped beating so fast. I don’t think it did for a long while. Whilst I wish I could’ve stayed there and held her for longer, I had to part ways and go on patrol. My duty to serve couldn’t wait.

March 7th

She hadn’t come to the lair since then. Of course I rang, and texted. I even emailed. Nothing. I’ve been to her apartment countless times; she was never there. That, or she just didn’t want to see me. I don’t know where she could be, and I miss her.

I need to see her. I need to let her know how sorry I am, for leaving.

Leo knocked on the window. Once, twice, three times. There wasn’t an answer. Taking matters into his own hands, and after a minute of struggle, he was in your bedroom. His whole body was wet, armor dripping droplets on to the cold floor. It had been raining heavily outside, so much so that there was next to no traffic. For New York City, it was almost deadly silent.

“[Y/N]…” was the first thing that spilt from his lips, running a hand over his soaked face and edging closer to the bed where you were sat with piles of books and paper surrounding you. Looking up, you paused the music on your laptop and took out your headphones.

“Leo… what’re- why’re you here?”

“I-I had to see you. You haven’t- I didn’t know if- I’m so sorry.” He was almost pacing your room, fidgeting as he started into your eyes, trying to pour as much sincerity into his apology, and this time he wasn’t going to drizzle guilt on it either. He had to take responsibility for being a dick. It wasn’t going to be like last time.

“I’m fine, just- homework.” Smiling tightly, you held your textbook up and shuffled further into your pillows behind you. The little action crushed him; you were further away from him now, even if it was a couple of millimeters. Pushing some of the books away, you stood up and turned to face him, flattening out your shirt as you took a deep breath in.

“Leo… you weren’t there for me, on a day I really, really needed you. And being there for someone when they need you, that’s all friendships and relationships are Leonardo.” With tears in your eyes, you shook your head. “That’s all they are.”

“I’m sorry [Y/N]. It was wrong of me to just- leave when you needed me the most. I mean, I could’ve just not gone and left the guys to deal with it all, but for some reason I keep thinking I need to be this strong leader all the time and- but this isn’t about me it’s about you- I’m sorry. I-I appreciate you so much [Y/N] and- what I’m trying to say is that I can’t let you be upset with me because if that happens then I’ll never have the chance to- I don’t know- spend more time with you, I’ll never get to ask you how your day has been, I’ll never be able to drink tea with you again, or make you laugh again or-” Now, Leonardo was unimaginably close to you, but not physically. Emotionally. “And, I need you to know that, I am sorry for not being there and you know I-I would give anything to go back to the moment- the moment we first met. Before anything went wrong. Before I didn’t stay when you needed me the most. I am so sorry for what I’ve done.”

And for the second time, in his lifetime, Leonardo held you, just like he had on Valentine’s Day.

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this is a fill for a prompt i got on my main blog

Anonymous said:#4 and #17 with Namjoon

4. “I’m too sober for this.”
17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

Summary: Your best friend, Namjoon, whom you definitely are not in love with is having cat troubles, so you consult the expertise of one Kim Taehyung. (Harry Potter AU)

Your best friend, Namjoon, is the sort of wizard who really stands out in a crowd. It’s not because of his gargantuan height or his stunningly good looks, although that does help. It’s not even his innately clumsy nature, no; Kim Namjoon stands out because he exudes an aura of self-assurance and confidence (although not quite up to Slytherin standards). Although lately, this confidence of his, funnily enough, comes crumbling down the minute the Gryffindor prefect is around his cat, Mimi.

Mimi is a beauty, to say the least, with her fluffy white coat that looks like it’s dusted with snowflakes. However, she is also extremely picky about who can pet her, and for some reason, Namjoon isn’t really one of her favourite people at the moment. The boy himself is puzzled by what seems to be a recent development, according to what he’s told you.

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Unknown territory

Originally posted by theshapeshifterss

Fandom: Twillght
Pairing: Paul Lahote x Reader
Word Count: 2.421

Requested by Anon:  On the Paul imagine I have an idea where he of course imprints on the reader but he’s scared to tell her but she makes him made by saying she like one of the others so he admits it. Is that OK?

A/N: Hey sweety! Here is your Paul Imagine. I tried to write it  a little different so …. I hope it came out alright :) Enjoy!. 

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Jimmy Darling x Wolf!Reader: Mythical Beasts

A/N: You’re the new freak that catches Jimmy Darling’s eyes but he’s too stubborn to admit it and refuses to admit that you’re really a werewolf until you transform.  Watching the rest of Freak Show when I really should be doing homework. 

Originally posted by gunsandgrimes

Originally posted by halloweenhorrorsqueen

Elsa hired you because they needed a new show. She didn’t care that she didn’t believe that you were a wolf, she just needed a new show to receive more money for the freaks. You met Jimmy when you were putting your stuff in your new tent. “Then what are you? I don’t see anything that can consider you a…”

He stopped mid sentence when you looked at him. “I…I just didn’t want to end up in an asylum or…jail.” You tell him and he had a confused yet stern look in his eyes. “I’m…I’m a werewolf.” You told him. He’s the only person you told and Elsa. You didn’t tell anyone else. “Bullshit.” “What?”

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settle down around the fire kids cause it’s story time

I feel like sharing this story again. Haven’t in a while.

Long time ago, before SFS Animation was SFS, we were under a different name with a different goal. This was back in 2011.

We’ll just call this former group Project S.

This group was still related to animation, except we were going to make a full on feature length film.

Sounds stupid? It was. This’ll get long, so check below the break.

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anonymous asked:

Spain, Netherlands and someone of ur choice as parents headcannons? Pretty please?

Well since you asked so nicely… Austria was decided via group decision Slightly basing the Ned ones off my granddad


  • He truly loves being around children (IN A FATHERLY WAY BEFORE SOMEONE DOES THE PEDO SPAIN BS) and is probably going to be a great papi to any child he calls his own (except, you know, his colonies)
  • Loves to have lazy mornings in bed where the family all snuggle up and have breakfast in bed whilst watching the sunrise, or TV if something good is on. This is a weekend thing though, he need to work most days so weekends are lazy days.
  • Locks his storage room unless he absolutely must go in, he’s got a lot of dangerous weapons and painful stuff in there. If his children are old enough and mature enough he MIGHT let them in so that they can have a little blast from his past.
  • Teaches them how to dance like a pro. No exceptions, at all. The Tango and Salsa will run through their veins like the bulls run through the streets on sanfermines. He will teach them everything he knows and may ask Romano to teach them some stuff as well
  • Extremely protective of them, if anyone at all even glances at them funny he will admit a dark aura and possibly chase them down with his axe. Or if his child can hold him back he’ll yell angrily from the other side of the street.
  • Teaches them how to grow perfect tomatoes and grapes for wine. He’ll spend a lot of time in his garden and loves to have company with him when he’s tending to his crops.
  • Is that dad that has an instagram page dedicated to his children, all of the pictures have an adorable hashtag, examples of this would be “#makingtheirpapiproud”  or “#Lookatmylittleangelbeingperfect” on a pic of them drawing on his wall or something
  • Tries to help them do great in school T R I E S, after they turn fourteen he completely blanks out from some of their homework, what is the mitochondria this paper speaks of? And why is it important? Like, what? Are you sure this is science and not some magic mumbo jumbo?
  • Gloats at world meetings about how amazing his children is. He’ll even spend his 2 minute speech time talking about his children then actual global stuff. Germany is probably going to have a rant at him for this.
  • Honestly just loves his children so much. He’ll do anything to keep them happy and they’re likely to be spoiled little brats because of this. He’ll often just spend his time being a good father than doing actual work for his land.

Dad rating: #Whatisworkwhenyouhavekids


  • Is one of the strictest parents you could possibly think of. His children’s schedules are to the second, no slacking with this man as your dad.
  • That being said he is a very family oriented man, just look at his relationship with his siblings. He will take full days off work (papadag) just to spend time with his family. who knows, Maybe he might have a lazy day and have a family movie under a nice, cozy blanket.
  • Would never do any drugs or romantic stuff around his children. He is going to be a good role model for them and show them how to succeed in life without doing the weedz (intentional)
  • Quite a pushy parent, if his kiddos want to join a club or start doing a sport they better be going for gold. He ain’t paying for a class and having them drop out right after, what a waste of time and money.
  • He’ll teach them the art of money, everything he knows: Haggling, bargaining, promoting, “borrowing” etc. No pocket money though, the best place to start is from the bottom in his opinion.
  • Oh boy, they better be neat. He cannot stand a messy house so if that room isn’t cleaned by tomorrow they can kiss dessert and their laptop goodbye. Once it’s clean though they can have the laptop back, no dessert though, probably because he ate it after they went to bed.
  • Actual can’t stand when his children cry. His heart breaks (what heart?) and he must hug them, it’s a very awkward hug though, Human emotions and him don’t compute. The hug itself is quite nice though, they can hide under his scarf and he’s calmly stroke their hair to calm them down.
  • Makes sure his children spend a lot of time outside, this can be through many activities. His personal favorite being gardening. So long as his little ones don’t trample on the flowers he’ll quite happily show them how to grow the most beautiful tulips in the world *Cough* Takethatturkey *Cough*
  • When he goes to world meetings he’ll take them with him. If it’s just a one on one meeting he’ll get Auntie Belgium and Uncle Lux to take care of them. Before these trips he’ll kneel down the their level and point over to Miffy (His rabbit) Saying something along the lines of “Miffy, take care of them. I’m relying on you”
  • He’ll be very reluctant to show off his kind (Afrikaans, possibly dutch? For child) to the other nations, sure his siblings and his close “Friends” will meet and be able to talk to them but if anyone outside his circle even looks in their general direction he’ll swoop in and be an angry dutch papa.

Dad rating: Money on mother ducking mind


  • Is in many ways a tiger dad, he expects his children to do well in life and he will push them if he must. When I say he pushes I mean Hungary or his S/o or whoever pushes because being a good parent is so stressful {Cue dramatic Austrian flopping}
  • Desperately tries to get his children into the art known as music, from a young age he’ll start teaching them the piano and xylophone, from that he will show them the true power of how a single note can become the start of a great symphony!  
  • Sometimes his children will feel like they’re looking after him then him looking after them. Especially when they go {Austrian quiver} outside. They will probably need to hold his hand so he doesn’t get lost.
  • His children will have to depend on another germanic nation to take the on outings, especially if they want to go near water (He’s scared of marine animals). If they did manage to convince him to join it is likely going to be a trip to the opera or a musical.
  • They will learn proper etiquette from the day they can walk. He take pride in his proper and polite ways and is praying to everything holy that his children will at least chew with their mouth shut.
  • Anyone seen the sound of music? He is pretty much the equivalent of Georg Von Trapp: Strict, tough on his children, an amazing voice. If he has met or seen Mr. Von Trapp (and he probably has met him anyways so…) I think he’d base a lot of his parenting off of him. Including family song time.
  • Won’t make the same “mistakes” he did with Italy. If his children have any problems they must go to him. No exceptions, even if it’s something stupid like the villain from their favorite show died. They must tell him, no spoilers though.
  • Makes them do chores around the house, depending on how old they are will be the equivalent to hom much work they must do. So when they’re a baby they simply must put their toys away at the end of the day, when they’re a teen things like cleaning the living room.
  • Really enjoys baking with his children. If they would he’d be happy to teach them how to make sachertorte or vanillekipferl (praying I spelt those right) and it will always taste amazing! Probably because he has eaten so many through the years he knows how to perfect it.
  • Barley has any photos of himself and his children, he is quite camera shy and would hate to poison such a magnificent picture with his face (That physically hurt me to write that but he truly thinks that ;-;)

Dad rating: Proper

“Strange” (Werewolf AU)

Group/Member: Astro/Sanha

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1000+

Summary: Neglected by her father and left by her deceased mother, a girl runs off into woods to momentarily forget her problems when she meets Sanha. Sanha is a werewolf that gets injured in his wolf form when he let curiosity get the best of him. The girl finds him and nurses him back to health, not knowing what he truly is. What will come of this strange encounter?

Author’s Note: Hiii!!! I’m Rebekah but you guys can call me Bekah, Bek, or anything else tbh I don’t care haha. I’m the youngest of the new admins, and have NEVER written anything besides like reports and essays for school and stuff, so please go easy on me!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! ((:

- Admin Bekah

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One of you asked about my love story, so here it is, in the form of a few small nonfiction essays I’ve written about my life thus far: 

Junior year of college. Late morning. Late September.
“He just texted. He’s heading this way now.”
My roommate Kate invited her friend from class to go with us to Mountain Heritage Day. We walked through campus, heading for the clock tower, red faced and already sweating. A boy in a camo t-shirt and matching hat strode towards us, phone in one hand pressed against his ear and a blue drink in the other.
“Tell me that’s not him,” I said.
“That’s him.”
“I am not walking around with someone wearing a camo shirt and hat all day.”
“Shhh, he’s really nice! Trust me.”
And so I did, even though I wasn’t proud of my southern roots at that point in my life, and even though this boy was wearing the one type of clothing I despised most. We waited for Matt to get off the phone, Kate introduced us, and we made our way towards the fair with the rest of the crowds to look at things we couldn’t afford to buy and then spend the only money we had on the fair food, which was the main reason any of us went in the first place. Kate and I got ice cream and Matt got a funnel cake. 
“Do you want some?” he said, holding his plate out to me. I had only had funnel cake once before, years prior. It wasn’t something I would ever get for myself, but it looked and smelled fantastic, like a perfect warm summer day filled with uninterrupted sunshine and laughter.
I nodded. “Can you pull a piece off for me?” I didn’t explain that I had a weird quirk about getting my hands dirty, and, luckily, I didn’t have to, because he immediately ripped a giant chunk off, dunked it into the powdered sugar to make sure it was completely covered, and handed it to me.
“Can you pass me a piece too?” Kate said.
“You can get one yourself!” he said. He was joking, but held out his plate to her for her to get her own bit just the same. 
Looking back, this was my first inkling that he was interested in me. 
“Dude, I want McDonald’s so bad,” I said. We were still eating the funnel cake. Leave it to me to not even be finished with what I’m currently eating before thinking and planning my next snack/meal. 
“Mmm, that sounds so good,” Matt said. 
“Let’s do it!” Kate said, swiping another piece of funnel cake off of Matt’s plate.

After I learned what a McGangBang was (a concoction involving two McDoubles and a McChicken and then squishing them all together into one giant sandwich), we picked up my pup Jake and headed to the park, where we walked for over an hour and talked about things that I think I have purposely pushed out of my mind because they were things I never would have talked about with Matt had I known I would start dating him soon after the fact. Going into the day I told myself that this boy would be just a friend, because I had never really had a guy friend before, but while walking in the park I think I knew: I felt more comfortable about this boy than any other in my life. It was different. Still, I didn’t push it. He went home after the walk in the park and Kate and I went back to our apartment, where we, after some gabbing, eventually went to our own rooms to study and work on homework.
Later that evening I heard Kate squealing in her room.
“Are you okay?” I shouted.
“Come here right now!”
I groaned. I was exhausted. Padding my way into her room, I knew something was up the second I saw her face. You know the one: the one your best friend gives you when they know something you don’t, when they’re so overly excited about something involving you that their eyes seem twice as large as usual and they won’t stop staring at you, and you think their smile might be permanent because it’s never changing for such a long portion of time.
“What?” I said, my voice flat, crossing my arms.
She patted her bed.
I shuffled over, sprawled out, and stared at where she sat in her desk chair opposite the bed. While my room was plain and calm, hers was loud. She had pink wall stickers everywhere, writing on her mirror, stuffed animals lining the top of her bookshelf and wrapped up in the blankets on her bed. She had a giant flat screen tv and the newest video game system. I had played video games growing up with dad, Andrew, and Ames, but hadn’t played in well over 10 years. I spent a lot of time in Kate’s room making my character spin around in circles while getting shot at. Needless to say, I didn’t have the best techniques.
“Guess who just texted me?” Kate flicked her eyes back and forth from her phone to me.
“Lindsay?” One of our mutual friends at the time. A bad guess on purpose. I knew it was a boy from the way she was looking at me, eyebrows raised and head tilted to the side.
She didn’t ask me to guess again. “Matt!” she said, her voice a normal pitch again.
“Okay… What did he say?” It wasn’t a big deal that he was texting her. They had class together and had become friends. They texted back and forth most days, most of the time talking about the current girl Matt was trying to woo. Kate was his feminine perspective.
“Quote: ‘Hey, I had a really good time today and was wondering… Do you know if Stephanie is talking to anyone?’”
My entire body warmed, the heat traveling from my cheeks to my feet. I was ecstatic, though I tried to hide it. I’m sure I didn’t do a very good job.
“Did you respond yet?”
“Not yet. I wanted to see what you thought first.”
“I mean… what do you think? And are you sure you’re over him?”
Yeah, that tiny detail: Kate had originally had a crush on Matt, though she claimed a week or so prior to Mountain Heritage Day that she had decided she didn’t like him anymore, or rather, that she had never liked him, just the idea of him.
“Yes, totally.”
“Okay… because you say the word, and I won’t talk to him.”
“Steph, I promise I don’t like him.” She held out her phone to me so I could see the screen and the text he sent. “Go for it.”
“Okay,” I said, grinning. 
She turned her phone back and started typing.
“What are you saying?” I jumped off the bed and skipped over next to her so I could see what she was doing.
“I’m telling him that you’re not talking to anyone,” she said, not looking up. “Because you aren’t.”
“This is so weird.”
The whooshing sound of Kate’s text sounded. “Well, what are you thinking? I mean, did you have fun today? What do you think of him?” 
“I had a really good time. It’s weird because… I felt really comfortable with him.” I met Kate’s stare. “Like, really comfortable. That’s never happened before.” I thought back to the random conversations we had while walking through the park earlier that day and slapped my hand to my face. “Kate, I talked to him about masturbation. Oh, my God.”  
She paused, jaw dropping, and began laughing hysterically. “Oh my God, you did! You seriously talked to him about masturbation.”
“I’m humiliated. I’m… mortified. I can’t speak to him again!”
“Yes you can. Now calm down,” she said, unable to stop or hide her laughter. “He obviously likes you if he’s asking me whether you’re seeing anyone or not.” 
I nodded. “True, true. But still,” I sighed. “God, this would happen. I meet a nice boy and act totally vulgar around him the first time we hang.” 
Kate’s phone dinged in her hand. She glanced at the screen, then jumped up in her chair. “It’s him!”
“Well… what’d he say?” 
“He wants your number.” She flicked her eyes up at me. “Can I give it to him?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Sure.” 
She typed the message out and set her phone down on her desk. I laid down on her bed, stared up at the ceiling, and thought about how just weeks prior I had declared that I was swearing off boys. That lasted a good 20 minutes, I thought, fiddling with Kate’s sheets. I had met a boy my freshman year of college, and I use the term “met” loosely because he lived in Florida and the daughter of the minister at the church we were attending at that point introduced me to him. We only actually hung out in person two or three times. Other than that, it was a total text relationship. Which is fine. It’s what I needed at the time. I wasn’t ready for anything real, but I liked having someone “there” for me, if only through text, who I could talk to. After talking to him for almost two years and having nothing much come of it (mostly my fault because, like I said, I definitely wasn’t ready), and then having an incredibly ugly falling out (also via text like 99% of our relationship), I had told myself that I was going to stop trying to find a guy and was going to “let go and let God” as they say and was going to trust His timing. After all, if it was meant to be it would be. 
And boy was it meant to be. 
I got lucky, I will admit. Many people have told me this, my sister most recently and most often. Matthew was the first boy I ever really dated. He was my first real kiss. My first romantic love. My first… well, everything. And I his. We both got lucky. We both are blessed. 
My phone went off in the other room. Kate and I looked at each and grinned. 
“Yeah, you might want to go get that,” she said.
My feet couldn’t carry me fast enough. I snagged the phone off my desk and jumped onto my bed, landing face first and stomach down. Graceful as ever. I read the text, responded, and saved his number into my phone. 
“How’s it going in there?” Kate called across the apartment. 
“Spectacular,” I said, loud enough for only me to hear. 

He had spent the day over at my place, walking the pup in the park, laughing together while watching silly TV shows, and asking each other questions. We spent most of our time together in the beginning doing these kinds of things. There was so much to talk about, so much to learn about each other. And we’re still learning, because even now, years later, we are changing each day, molding, becoming different people, and so we continue to ask questions and learn about one another, about the one we will be spending the rest of our lives with.
We walked out of the apartment together, the three of us: Matt, Kate, and myself. (Kate because I was still so nervous to be alone with Matt, even though I was getting good vibes from him and trusted him more than I had trusted any other guy before that point. Sometimes having a friend nearby can calm the nerves better than anything else.) Kate walked several feet behind us, and then several yards.
“I’ll text you later,” Matt said. “And maybe see you tomorrow?”
“That sounds good,” I said.
“This was fun. I love spending time with you. I really like you.”
“I really like you too.”
We hugged and I turned to walk back up to my place with Kate. I made it halfway back to my friend before turning around. I had kissed boys before, but only a few, and only ever pecks. Also, I didn’t consider any of them to be of any importance as they were either dares or I didn’t actually care about the person I was kissing. Still, I was nervous because I knew what I was going to do the second I decided to turn back around.
“Matt,” I called. He turned, holding his hand above his eyes to shade them from the sun shining ferociously behind me. “Wait.”
I jogged back to him and kissed him, fast. His lips were soft and he smelled like the mountains, like home.
“Bye,” I said, my voice high pitched and nervous, waving like a maniac. I ran off without seeing his immediate reaction, but halfway to Kate I turned around. He was still walking but was turned around looking at me too. I smiled, waved again, and kept jogging until I reached Kate.
Our first kiss, and it had been perfect.

The night Matt asked me to be his girlfriend, we went to a Greek restaurant in Dillsboro, two towns over from the University. Before we left the apartment I shared with Kate, she took a picture of us standing by the door and we joked about how she was my stand-in mom and Matt was the guy taking her daughter out. I still have the picture: me in a black shirt with a gold, detailed tree on the front, and a red jacket thrown over top, Matt sporting a blue shirt under a blue and white plaid flannel, both of us wearing matching cheesy grins, and his arm around my shoulder.
There’s another picture from that night, of me with a wine holder that stood in the corner of the restaurant where we waited to be seated. It’s a moose lying on its back, downing the wine, and I’m standing in front of it giving a thumbs up, smiling with my mouth open. The photo is blurry, probably because Matt was chuckling while he took it and couldn’t hold his phone still enough for it to focus. We thought it was such an odd decoration and were entertained by it most of the night. We’re still entertained by it now, actually. It’s still there. We point it out each time we go and remember our first time there.
I ordered a tuna melt and Matt a gyro. I had gone into the night incredibly nervous, but it didn’t take long for my nerves (and stomach) to settle. Matt was wonderful. Like always, he carried the conversation, asking me questions about myself, my family, my friends, my interests, the books I was reading, the classes I was taking, and he made no comment and wasn’t at all phased that he seemed to be the only one asking questions. I prayed he knew my lack of questioning was due to my anxiety and wasn’t a lack of interest. I’m sure some people think me an egoist, but I tend to ask less questions of people in return of their questions directed at me, opting instead to observe them and learn from what they weren’t saying. For instance, someone may seem confident by the way they’re talking or by what they’re saying, but maybe they’re rubbing their hands together or shuffling their feet. We all have different quirks and tells, too.
“Ready for part two?” Matt asked me after paying the bill.
“There’s a part two?” I grabbed his hand and we walked out the door, past our moose statue, and towards his ‘96 Ford Explorer.
It was my first time heading towards the Jackson County Airport and “The Lookout” (as locals had dubbed the area further down from the airport where you could pull off the road onto a small patch of grass on the side of the mountain). The roads, like most of the ones here in Western North Carolina, were skinny, windy, and a straight shot up with the edge of the road doubling as the edge of the mountainside. We drove up to the airport, a small airfield about three miles from town that sits on a ridge, and used the entryway as a turn around to get back to The Lookout, where Matt pulled off the road and onto the side of a mountain and I tried not to have a panic attack.
I zoned back in from staring out my window as Matt opened my door for me and held out his hand. We could see for miles. We could see everything: the forest, the University, my apartment, the Fraternity house Matt was living in. It was all lit up, trying to keep up with the moon and stars above us.
“So this is part two,” I said, turning in circles looking up at the sky and the world around me, feeling very, very small.
“Almost,” Matt said as he opened his trunk and pulled out a blanket and some candies.
“I brought this,” he said, holding up the blanket–blue and white, I saw now, with sheep on it– “in case we get cold, and these,” he held out the candies, “because I know they’re your favorites. Junior Mints, Sour Patch Kids, and Swedish Fish, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling like an idiot.
He put the blanket and candies down and we walked to the edge together, where I was reminded of the first time I had a panic attack (also on top of a mountain) years prior, and thought about far I’d come. Look at me, standing feet away from the edge of a mountainside, not completely freaking out. (I would have started to though if I could see future me sitting on the edge of a rock face that juts out from the mountain thousands of feet up, smiling and swinging my feet.)
“You know, there’s this study,” Matt began after we stood in silence together for a minute or so.”
“Uh huh?”
He turned me around so I wasn’t facing him and trailed his fingers in circles all over my back.
“That only a small percentage of people can actually figure out what someone is saying to them when it’s traced onto their back.”
“Mm, I used to love doing that with my friends when we were kids.”
His fingers began tracing. I tried to focus more on what they were saying rather than how good the tingles felt and how they traveled up and down my entire body.
“W,” I said, when he was finished with the first letter.
One straight line down followed by two horizontal lines, one at the top of the original line and one on bottom. He was writing in all caps. I shivered in pleasure.
One vertical line and a horizontal one stemming from the bottom of the first, the whole thing repeated right away.
“L. Twice. Will?”
He traced just a horizontal line and said, “That’s a space.”
Y - O - U - space - B - E - space - M - Y -
I knew the last word before he began tracing it. I had known the second he finished the second word in the question. His hands became more and more unsteady as he was further into the sentence. He even “erased” a letter or two that he had messed up by rubbing his hand, open faced, all across my back.
G - I - R - L - F - R - I - E - N - D - ?
He paused, waited.
“Girlfriend,” I said. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
I turned around to face him.
“Stephanie Cheryl Wooten,” he said. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
I let myself have a mini freak out session in my head before saying, “Yes.”

We were making macaroni and cheese and dancing in the living room while the water boiled. Matthew and I had been dating a few weeks, and he had already told me, “I love you.” It was the middle of the night. We had stayed up kissing and talking and keeping each other warm in between the sheets. After he said it, I told him that I really liked him, and that I thought I was on the way to love, but that I wasn’t ready to say it yet, to which he understood and held me until I fell asleep in his arms.
While we were dancing together though, with the water boiling in the next room and our feet sliding across the carpet, I looked at him and I knew: I love him, I thought to myself. And I think I had loved him for some time. I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself yet, or maybe it was that I had never been in love before–not this kind of love, anyway–and I didn’t know that was what I was feeling.
“Come on,” I said, pulling him into my room by his hand. I closed the door so Kate wouldn’t hear what I was about to say. It was a private moment, just between Matt and me.
“What is it?” he said, laughing, breathing hard from all the dancing.
“I love you,” I told him, taking both of his hands in mine, lacing my fingers through his, and squeezing.
The outer corners of his eyes pinched together as he smiled down at me. “I love you, too.”

Two years and nine months after Matthew asked me to be his girlfriend, we went out on one of our typical “date nights.” Our friends and family made fun of us, dubbing us the “old married couple.” Which we were, kind of. We spent most nights together, and most days. We ate together, walked together, made love together, fought together, laughed together, played board games together, watched TV together, went to the movies together, jogged together, cried together. We were going through life together, and even if it was only for a short time, I was ineffably happy.
“Where are we going?” I asked Matt as we walked to his Ford, dressed up in our summer clothes.
“You’ll see,” he said, opening the door for me.
When we passed the town of Sylva, I began to have an inkling as to where he was taking us. I waited until we got closer, until we passed the place where you could paint pottery, to make sure my inkling was more than that.
“I knew it!” I shouted as we turned left when we were across from the Jarrett House and pulled into the almost full parking lot.
“No, you didn’t!”
“Mhm. I did. You’re so predictable.”
“It’s our place, though.” He cut the engine and jogged over to get my door for me.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I love you,” he said as he laced his fingers through mine and we started up the ramp to the front door.
We talked about the moose statue, per usual, while we waited to be seated, and eventually wound up choosing to sit outside on the patio rather than to wait much longer. It was warm out and the patio was screened in. I ordered the same thing I did on our first date there and, just as the first time around, it didn’t live up to my expectations for it.
“Why do I keep ordering this every time? It’s never as good as I want it to be.”
“I’m putting a note in my phone,” Matt said, whipping his phone out of his pocket, “reminding you to never order this again.” He chuckled at me, put his phone away when he was done, and then looked at me like he always did, like he still does, like no one ever has before. It’s a look reserved especially for me, I know, and it makes me feel like we’re the only two people left in the world.
I had a feeling this was the night: the night Matt would propose to me. We’d talked of it often together, talked about what our life with one another might look like. Plus, Matt had dressed much nicer than he usually did, and he was much more fidgety. I could tell he was nervous about something.
We ate on the patio, surrounded by others whom we gave stories too.
“Couple behind you and to your left. Guy is in the green shirt and girl in white dress.”
I snuck a peak behind me. The couple in question didn’t look much like that. They were young, around our age. The girl was on her phone, presumably texting someone else while she sat across from the boy, who looked around the restaurant like a pendulum, back and forth and back and forth, anywhere but the girl sitting across from him.
“First date,” I said, turning back around. “Or… Maybe hundredth date, and now they’re bored. Or in a fight. Something’s going on there. She won’t look him in the eye.”
Matt nodded in agreement as I scanned the patio.
“All right,” Matt said, putting his napkin on top of the food he couldn’t finish. “Are you ready for part two?”
I lifted my sweaty glass to my lips and took one last sip. “Ah, yes. Always.”
Once we passed the new Health and Science building and turned onto the familiar windy road, I knew: he was recreating our first date.
“The lookout?” I said.
He squeezed my hand, his warming mine, and grinned, his smile warm like the rest of him. We were quiet most of the ride up there, the silence a comforting one, like the feeling you get when you sit down in your favorite chair early in the morning with coffee and a well loved book. The view was the same, but different, mostly because we were different. I was different, and so while the view hadn’t changed over the past two and half years, my view had. We look at things differently at different stages in life, I think. It’s like I can read a book and have a very specific experience, and then read it a year or maybe even five or ten years later, and because of all the different things I’ve gone through and felt, because I’m a different person than I was one or five or ten years prior when I first read the book, the second time will be completely different. And I’ll get something different out of it.
We parked and stood together at the edge of the mountainside, and I looked up at the stars and crescent moon. We listened to the crickets and frogs and stood still, enveloped around one another.
“Do you remember that study I told you about the first time we came here?” he said, turning me away from him.
“The one you made up? Yeah. Why?”
“I’ve got another one for you.”
He began tracing the letters. The first few words were the same: Will you be my…
W - I - F - E ?
I turned around to Matthew down on one knee, holding out a black velvet box with a ring I had pointed out casually once in our local jewelry story in it.
“Stephanie Cheryl Wooten,” he began. “I know I’m not perfect, and I know we have our disagreements, but I love you to the moon and back, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
I was tempted to be cruel and say No but then really quickly after say yes, just to mess with him, but I didn’t want to give the poor man a heart attack.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes.”
He reached for my hand and slid the ring onto my finger, then rotated it side to side, admiring it on me. The diamonds shined almost as much as his eyes when he stood up and looked at me. Those summer sky blue eyes that had me the first time I saw them that October in 2011 at Mountain Heritage Day. I never would have thought that I would be engaged. I never thought I would ever get married, or even fall in love. I had been hurt so much by someone who was supposed to love me, who did love me, in a weird way. But then, I knew how blessed I was. I thought about the day God created us both. Did He know we would find each other? Was this His doing? One thing was certain: whether it was all God or our free will that led us here, I was grateful. Matt has the best heart. He takes such good care of me. We take care of each other. And he’s a Godly man, which I love most of all, because we lead each other closer to God each and every day.
I mean, I get to hike and snuggle and read and build blanket forts and watch movies and eat good food and read and talk about the Bible and God with my best friend for the rest of my life. I am so incredibly lucky. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jesus.
I love you to the moon and back too, Matthew.

On taking relationship advice from kindergarteners

I wrote a little thing for @oversaturated-ocean and our Alex/Eliza teacher AU! It follows on from their amazing fic, Staples and involves over enthusiastic kindergarten teacher Mr Hamilton attempting to start a relationship with the very kind and very pretty Nurse Schuyler. Which is a little tricky given that the last time they interacted, he fainted…

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Recovery (Starcoweek3 day 4)

Marco watched Star sit next to his unconscious body in the hospital bed. The heart monitor beeped steadily. It was the only thing providing her with some comfort, knowing that he was still alive. She took his hand in hers and brought it to her cheek.

He tried to place a hand on her shoulders but it only passed through. No, he wasn’t dead. Just a ghost. His spirit was separated from his body. How did he end up in this situation? Ludo. The little bird monster blasted him with an unknown spell, knocking Marco’s soul out of his body. Needless to say, when Star ran to check up on him, she wasn’t too happy. She dipped down and blew up the entire underground fortress. Ludo probably escaped somewhere, but it’s doubtful he’ll show up any time soon.

And now here he is, trying to figure out how to get back into his body. Honestly, he was starting to lose a bit of hope. He already spent a week looking at the spellbook, hoping he could get himself back into his body, but nothing seemed to help.

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For @cherelladevil who drew this and made me go from thinking about a Conan/Shinichi brothers AU, to actually writing it.

Shinichi is halfway down the street, rain splashing off of his umbrella when he realises that he’s forgotten something. He goes through a list of things he needs to remember in his head – he’s got his school bag and all of the assignments he’s been given. He’s got the groceries he needs, to fill the fridge while his parents are away.

He’s bought two bentos for him and Conan – they always have bentos whenever Shinichi has too much homework to cook for his little brother…

His… little brother.

Oh shit, Conan.” Shinichi mutters. He turns on his heel, realises that he’s not just forgotten something mundane, like his math book in his desk, but rather his brother.

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Resident Bad Boy, Moon Bin

39 / eunwoo x moonbin - prompts here

It had been five months since Dongmin discovered that he had a crush on resident Bad Boy Moon Bin.

(Five months and fourteen days, to be exact – Dongmin had marked his calendar when he came home from school one day and thought, “Bin is really, really hot,” and from then on he was unable to escape his feelings.)

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“You’re breaking me”

Warnings: Angst?

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Words: 821

(Wrote this quickly out of pure need for some angst. Looove, me :) )

Originally posted by previouslybisexualmerlin

Many people have different definitions of what the perfect “date night” was. Some people prefer a home cooked meal, rose petals, champagne and some Marvin Gaye. Some people would rather die than have that they would much rather be out mountain climbing or exploring hidden caves. It didn’t matter what you did as long as you were with Scott. Recently your “date nights” seem to be lacking one thing, him. You were constantly left in the dirt while Scott ran off with Stiles to fix something “urgent” at the shelter or help Liam with his homework or… you didn’t even know. Tonight, you were supposed to be cuddled up on your couch, eating pizza from your favorite place, whilst being an actual couple. Excited and happy you finally got your date that was much deserved. 

Laying your head on Scott’s chest, you chuckled at the film playing in front of you. “Honestly, I think we’ve seen this film about a thousand times but it’s still hilarious. Right, Scott?” He stayed silent, looking somewhere other than your eyes, “Scott?” A soft buzz of his phone was enough for him to get up all the way practically throwing you off of his lap. You watched him answer his text message with an annoyed look on your brow, “Babe.” He mumbled a small response typing away on his phone. “Scott!” His ears perked up. He turned to look at you with the soft brown eyes you loved. “We said no phones.” “Yes! Yes sorry (Y/N).” Scott’s large arm wrapped around your waist again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You hummed a content sigh, feeling the soft material of his shirt. “When did you say the pizza was coming, love?” Yet again, Scott did not reply. “I’m starving, I can’t wait to.. Scott!” His hand froze in the middle of your back, “Sorry, I’m… I’m distracted tonight.” He avoided your eyes, you wish he would open up to you. You felt it deep in the pit of your stomach that Scott was hiding something from you. “What is it? Is it the chem test tomorrow because baby I can help you study for it.” Scott paused, many times he had thought about telling you about his well, his werewolvness and the pack but he couldn’t risk you getting hurt. He couldn’t lose you. So Scott lied through his teeth, he hated it but he did. “Yeah.” Scott’s phone began ringing and buzzing, rattling the coffee table louder and louder. Immediately, Scott stood to grab his phone leaving you to sit on the cold couch. “Give me a second.” Why was he hiding something? Thoughts plagued your mind with the idea of Scott touching and kissing someone else. Someone who wasn’t you. He couldn’t be cheating right? You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Scott tugging his jacket on and shoving his shoes on his obnoxiously big feet. Your heart pounded this would be the 5th date he would be walking out on… you couldn’t take it anymore. “Scott! What the hell? Where are you going?” You jumped and grabbed his wrist tightly. “Stiles called me, there’s been a… Uh.. an incident with a few animals there. I need to go.” He turned to leave again not even looking at you. You were so full, you were just about to scream and shout. “Scott McCall. Stop leaving me everywhere without even an explanation! I’m your girlfriend, and I at least deserve to know if-if you’re cheating on me or going to do drugs or something! I can’t take it anymore because you’re always leaving me and I. I. Stay.” Tears welled up in your eyes and it became harder to see. “(Y/N). I have to go.” You let out a desperate cry full of anger and sadness, “No Scott! Please. Tell me what’s going on.” Scott bit his lip at the sight of his small girlfriend crying in sweats. It was your date night but he couldn’t risk the problem getting worse and hurting everyone in town. “I…” Scott struggled to find the right words to comfort your teary figure. “I can’t tell you.” A scream left your trembling lips, “Then why do you keep dating me, Scott McCall. You’re breaking me and I can’t do this anymore” You grasped his shirt tightly in your hands. “I have to go (Y/N).” You sucked in a tight breath, “If you leave. If you walk out that door then I swear to god. I will never forgive you. We’re over.” He was torn. Scott was torn. He was absolutely madly in love with you and everything about you but he could see the absolute hurt in your eyes that burned your soul. He could feel your pain. He had to make a decision and fast. So Scott left, slamming the door behind him and into the pouring rain leaving you to cry.

Numbers Go On Forever

“Lucas, I can think of several instances where I’ve been right and you haven’t.  To say anything different is just straight up wrong,”  Dustin concluded, throwing his arms up in the air for added effect.

Lucas stopped in his tracks, pivoting to look at his friend.  “Okay, Dustin.  Maybe you have been right once or twice.  That’s a given.  But I am still more right than you in general,”

Dustin’s face took on a look of such betrayal Mike practically expected him to sputter something along the lines of “Et tu, Brute?” before falling to the ground.  “No!  You have not been right enough times more than I have to make that claim, Lucas!”

A few feet away from them, Max was rolling her eyes.  “How did this argument even start?”

“Can’t remember,”  Mike replied.  They were taking the shortcut through the woods to the park because Eleven had never been on a swing set or a merry-go-round, and Mike could only hope his friends pulled themselves together before they got there.  He was used to their squabbling- it was just a part of having two friends that were so completely different- but he wasn’t sure if El was and he didn’t want her closing off to them like she sometimes did when she was overwhelmed.  “They do this all the time,” he added to El, who’d been walking quietly beside him.  “They bicker about stupid things but they’re not really mad at each other and they’ll get over it soon,”

“Yeah,”  Will told her.  “The have the same fight about every six months or so.  Usually Lucas wins but sometimes Dustin will wear him down enough until he just gives up.”

“Yeah,”  Mike said, relieved to have Will backing him up.  He was still learning what things scared El- she’d only been back with them for two months and things he considered simply everyday objects made her stiffen or panic.  He hated seeing her like that, but he was getting better at remembering and figuring out which things scared her.  And he hoped that someday El could have one full day where she wasn’t scared, not of anything.  Whether it was from her past or from the vast and confusing future ahead of her.

Eleven gazed at Dustin and Lucas and nodded.  She’d seen her fair share of spats involving the two friends, and she was used to the shouting and even the occasional shove.  Even if she didn’t know most of the words they used, she could see where the argument was going based on their animated faces.

And right now, Dustin’s face was a mixture of arrogance and rage.  “Give me a second to remember all the times I’ve been right- there’s so many it could take some time,”

To that Lucas snapped, “Yes, it usually takes some planning to come up with a bunch of lies.”

“One!”  Dustin said triumphantly.  Mike rolled his eyes.  If Dustin wanted to, he could really lay it on thick.  “Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!”

“Didn’t know he could count that high,”  Lucas muttered.  Max kicked his shin in response.

Dustin decided not to hear this.  Mike was so wrapped up in his performance that he almost didn’t notice the tug on his jacket.

“Is something wrong?” Eleven was gripping his sleeve, a question on her face.

She shook her head, pointing towards Dustin who was still counting all the times he had apparently beat Lucas’s judgment.  “What is he saying?”

Mike had to think about that one for a second.  Most of the time he could judge what things El knew and what things she didn’t based on the limited knowledge he had of her time in the lab, but every once in a while he’d make assumptions that ended up entirely wrong.  Like the time she was looking at his science homework which he’d spread over the table in the basement and he tried to explain what an experiment was.  His heart stopped in his chest when she cut him off with a resolute “I know”.  Or when he told her it was time for lunch and she asked what the word meant only for him to blurt out like an idiot: “You don’t know?”  She looked away and didn’t fully meet his eyes until hours later, hardly having spoken a word during that time.  He felt unforgivable for embarrassing her the way he did- after all, why would she know the word lunch?  She was probably given food at certain times of the day that she came to expect but if no one gave it a name for her to use then the word ‘lunch’ meant nothing to her.  He still felt sick when he thought about it, and he had to be careful now as he tried to remember how he’d learned the concept of counting.

“He’s counting.  He’s trying to show Lucas how many times he’s been right about something.  He’ll probably run out soon,”

El nodded.  “I know some of them,”

“Some of the numbers?  Yeah, you’re probably heard lots of numbers without realizing it,”  Mike reasoned.

In the lab there were sometimes exercises that involved numbers, and sometimes Papa would count up to five and expect her to be finished with something by the time he got there.  She even knew how a lot of them looked like from watching the numbers on Mike’s watch tick forward.  But Dustin was exceeding the range of numbers she had learned, and she wished he would slow down so she could remember each one as he went up.

“How many?” she asked.

“Tons,”  Mike replied.  “Numbers go on forever, really.  But people usually use the same ones over and over again, so it gets easy to remember.  The first ones are just one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven…”  He stopped, his breath catching as he realized his mistake.

Eleven had stopped walking, her hands clenched together in her pink mittens.  She’d always known that there was something…off about her name.  Maybe it was the way only Papa used it while the other scientists called her nothing at all, or maybe how deeply unsettled Benny had been when he’d heard it.  But to hear that her name was a number, something simply listed along the line of unimportant figures…

Mike was turning red and stumbling over his words.  “El I…I’m sorry,”

She told herself it didn’t matter.  She wasn’t there anymore.  The boys called her El most of the time anyway, and that felt like a real name.  It didn’t matter.  It didn’t.  Slowly, she shrugged and kept walking.

Dustin hadn’t noticed their conversation nor was he still counting- it was Lucas’s turn to chew him out and he was protesting vehemently to every word.  Mike hoped they’d shut up about it soon.  El needed to spend some time at the park with them, forgetting the origin of her name and why it was given to her in the first place.  Although she probably never would forget, would she?  Mike kicked at a pile of leaves as he walked.  She’d never forget anything from the lab, especially not her own name.

Mike nearly plowed into El’s back as she stopped, whipping around to face him.  She grabbed his arm, squeezing right down to the bone.  “Mike,”

“What is it?”  If she looked upset before, it was nothing compared to this.

“One, two, three, four, five…”  Eleven’s grip was becoming painful.

“I-I don’t understand, El,”  Mike said.  He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down somehow.

She twisted away from his hand, throwing her arms out in frustration.  “There’s more!  There’s one, two, three, four, five…”

She’d attracted the attention of the others now too, who’d never seen her so frazzled.  “Eleven, what are you trying to say?”  Lucas asked in the firm voice no one else in the group could ever muster.

“There’s more me,”  El gasped, jabbing a finger at her chest.  “There’s one, two, three, four, five…eleven!”

“Did you ever see anyone else in the lab?”  Will asked gently.

She shook her head, running her hands through her short, curly hair in exasperation.

“The lab is under new management now,”  Max pointed out.  “Dr. Owens or even Dr. Brenner…they’re gone.  If there are others from the lab, they’re not there anymore.”

El’s eyes were filling with tears.

“We don’t even know if there are more though,”  Mike interjected weakly.  “The number sequence could be random.  Or maybe that’s not what it’s for at all.  Maybe it’s all just…”  He was fumbling too much with the theory to continue.  It didn’t matter what he said anyway- they all knew Eleven was right.  And what could they do about it?  They had to fight tooth and nail to save Will, and then to save Eleven.  They were lucky to have all six of them together as it was.  

“We’re sorry, El,”  Dustin murmured.  “Really,”

She stared, rotating her penetrating gaze to each of them before whispering,  “I want to go back home,”

Wordlessly, the group followed as Eleven cut back through the woods to the Wheeler’s house, where she opened the door and went upstairs to the guest room where she often stayed.  The door closed and Mike had a sinking feeling in his chest; the door would not be opening any time soon.