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Just a few posts I collected that are nice examples of how Tony Stark is not just some self-centered jerk.

     I’ve said it before, but you can’t take everything the man does at face value. He’s a deep and very human character that you have to pay close attention to and try to understand.

First Impressions // Barry x Reader

Request: Can there be a smut for you being a new intern at the police department and Barry takes a liking to you, soon you become his assistant and you guys end up having sex all around his lab?

Warnings: I got secondhand butterflies just writing this tbh. Flirty!Barry and steamy smut oooh

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Beauty and the Lawyer

* John Laurens x Reader
* Modern Beauty and the Beast AU

    A/N: HERE IT IS! OK so…there’s no beast creature first of all, you’ll see the obvious change I made. This follows the new movie and CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS! If you haven’t seen the new movie then don’t read this yet as some plot points come directly from the new movie. It’s also really fucking long, so yeah. This took me about four days of writing every moment I could and listening to the movie soundtrack on repeat. (At least it’s pretty.) So I hope you guys enjoy!

    Word Count: 9,365 (barely 23 pages…)

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    “You have a daughter, do you not Mr. L/N?” Henry Laurens asked the man across from him. Henry’s young son, John, sat aside merely watching the exchange.

    “Well yes. She’d be about the same age as your boy.”

    “You know, as a lawyer it’s hard to find a wife but it’s a good thing to have.” Henry mused as he stood and began circling the table, reminding his son of a hawk going in for a swooping kill.

    “What are you saying?” The other man asked.

    “I saved you in that lawsuit and I’m not even sure you were innocent.” Henry said with a soft laugh. “And now you say you can’t afford my prices. So I propose a deal. I’ll give you two years. Pay my fees, if not I’ll get the case reopened. If you haven’t raised the money, then your daughter and my son will be wed.”

    “That’s absurd!” The man shouted in outrage.

    “So was your case.” Henry snapped back. “You were warned that I have high prices. This is the fee.” Henry stopped at his side of the desk. “Go. You have two years.” The two men watched the other man go.

    “Why are you arranging a marriage?” John asked.

    “You know I’m not feeling well. This will be your firm soon. A wife makes a lawyer look more personable. And it’s hard to find one in this line of work.” Henry patted his son’s shoulder. “Come on, I have much more to teach you.”

    Two staffers, Alexander and Lafayette, stood by. “Monsieur Laurens is corrupting his young son. The John we used to know is slipping away.” Lafayette voiced.

    “You wanna stand up to Henry?” Alexander asked. He knew Lafayette was right. John was their friend at one point. It didn’t seem much that way anymore.

    “No, no one does. That’s the problem.”

    You walked through town. Your father would be back from meeting with the lawyer today and you wanted to make him a good dinner. There was a fresh marketplace and you knew your father preferred food from there. It was a bit more expensive but always tasted better. And definitely worth it to welcome your father home.

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    Stop the hate - give it a chance

    I’m actually starting to avoid being online on social media because all I see is hate or complaints about the show or the cast and I’m seriously tired of that! That’s why the cast doesn’t interact with us the way they used to, and I get it!! They can see it, guys… they can see it all! And this might shock you, but they’re human beings too! Their feelings can be hurt too! And they’re doing absolutely nothing wrong to deserve all this bullshit!

    I’m so sorry for them bc I don’t want them to lose their interest in what they’re doing, or their passion, just because some immature jerks aren’t able to shut up. Nobody’s forcing anyone to watch or like the show, but stop fucking hating on the cast! They’re doing their best, it’s not fair to insult them for not living up to their expectations!!

    So, Sebastian looks like burnt lasagna.. now what? What’s the big deal? You don’t know his tv!story, you don’t know what happened to him, you don’t know nothing!! Maybe the tv!story is even better written than the book!story, I mean, who knows?! You’re not even giving it a chance! Also, isn’t it boring when everything is exactly like in the books?! Just be patient, wait for what’s coming next and don’t hate on the ACTORS for something they have ABSOLUTELY NO INFLUENCE ON!! They’re the last people to deserve the hate, okay?!

    Also…

    …how can someone be so damn cold-hearted and insult these cute lil angels?! LOOK HOW ADORABLE THEY ARE?! HOW CAN YOU?! I MEAN, IT’S LIKE RUNNING PUPPIES OVER WITH A CAR, I ASSUME YOU WOULDN’T DO THAT EITHER, WOULD YA?

    Also, here some cute Isaiah appreciation since I couldn’t find a proper gif with the whole cast in it…

    Southside - Jughead X Reader

    A/N: This is based off the latest/season finale episode. Don’t read if you haven’t watched as it contains spoilers!!! 

    Warnings: Swears? A lil bitta smut ;) My usual warnings I guess

    Word count: 4346 (my longest by far!!!)


    As you walked towards the your two raven haired friends, Jughead and Veronica, you started to think about how Juggie’s life was turning upside down, he had to move back t the Southside, live with a foster family, and go to Southside high, the gang was worried about him having to attend Southside High, but you were from the southside, so you knew you could take care of your best friend no matter what, plus you already planned to sneak into Southside high every couple of days to check on him.

    Your thoughts stopped when you reached the table, “Can I sit?” you asked Jughead and Veronica, “Y/N, of course, take a seat with the outcasts” V smiled as she gestured to the seat next to her.

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    Run Boy Run- Steve x Reader(f)

    Authors Notes: Okay, I’m sorry. I can’t take complete credit for how terrible this is though. @oneshot-shit answered my ask for angst and they inspired me to write this. So, It’s not just me. I wasn’t able link to the post bc it was an ask :/ but I sent in a song headcanon ask for Run Boy Run by Woodkid.

    Notes/Warnings: Death, Angst, Fluff, mentions of blood. (Reader dies so please do not read this if it makes you uncomfortable!!)

    Originally posted by freakzter

    “Come on, Pal.” Bucky lifted Steve’s head and gave him a frown. “You’re bleeding on my new shirt.”

     Steve inhaled slowly and tried his best to hold his head up on his own. He gripped Bucky’s shirt near the shoulder and grunted as his friend helped him up off the ground. Bucky slapped him on the chest a couple of times and grinned to the people passing by.

     “He’s fine.” He smiled to a woman walking her poodle. “Have a lovely day, Ma'am.”

     “Thanks for pitching in, Buck.” Steve mumbled as he prodded at his busted lip.

     “Nah, I didn’t do much.” Bucky lied. “They deserved it.”

     “All your boxing lessons are payin’ off huh?”

     Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, that’s it, the boxing. Come on, let’s get you home.”

     Steve stopped and forced Bucky to back step from his arm being around Steve’s small frame. “I can’t go home, not like this. Mom’ll kill me.”

     Bucky sighed and surveyed his surroundings. “(Y/N)’s house it is then. Good thing you picked a fight a few blocks away.” Bucky smirked.

     “I didn’t pick a fight.”

     “Oh, that’s right, the fights always pick you.” Bucky laughed and helped his friend across the street.

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    Friends for a Moment

    Lance week day 2: Friends

    After everyone else had left the lounge Pidge slumps over against the sofa. Their eyes closing tightly against the tears that are threatening to fall. They should have just kept quiet. Would everyone treat them differently now that they know that Pidge is technically a girl?

    A small sob came out before they could stop it. They rest their head on their arms to try and hide the tears that now fall down their cheeks like rain. Pidge is so distracted that they don’t even notice when someone else entered the room.

    “Hey Pidge, have you see- Pidge?” Lance cuts off midsentence, his face scrunched up in concern.

    Pidge curls up into a ball and tries to just ignore him. Hopefully Lance will get the message and leave them alone.

    ‘Apparently not.’ they think as they hear Lance jump over the couch to land beside them. His warm hand rests on their shoulder as a comforting gesture.

    “Hey Pidge, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Did Keith say something to you? That no good pie-”

    “No Lance. He didn’t say anything. It’s fine.” Pidge says as they sit up and begin wiping away at their glasses. “Everything is fine.”

    Lance shakes his head in denial, his lips pursing before he lets out a sigh. “Pidge, everything is obviously not alright. You can talk to me, and if not me then Shiro. It’s not healthy to keep everything locked inside all the time.”

    Pidge scoffs at this. “Like you have any room to talk! When was the last time you talked to anyone about anything? You’re the only on eon the ship who’s always 'cheerful’ and I know that’s complete bs." They angrily jerk their shoulder out of Lance’s grip.

    Lance leans back against the couch and looks at them with a hurt expression. Pidge looks down ashamed. They shouldn’t have been so cruel to Lance. He’s only trying to help.

    "I’m sorry Lance, that wasn-” Lance’s voice stops Pidge in their tracks.

    “You’re right. I haven’t talked to anyone. I know I should but, I just feel like everyone would be annoyed. They think I’m just some egotistical jerk who wants to make everything about me. I can’t tell them anything. They’d just laugh at me.”

    “Lance…” Pidge’s voice is disbelieving. “They wouldn’t laugh at you! Who would do that?”

    “They would. Trust me. No one ever takes the kid who constantly jokes seriously when he says that he has anxiety, or that he feels he’s not needed. Anyone that I’ve ever tried talking to just laughs at me. Even my own parents. I’m just a joke.”

    Silence falls over the room as Lance curls in on himself, waiting for the moment when Pidge starts to laugh.

    “I… I’m afraid that now that everyone knows I’m technically a girl, they’ll stop taking me seriously. I won’t be allowed to fight anymore or try and find my family. I’m afraid that Keith, Shiro, and Hunk won’t want to hang out with me anymore because I’m a girl.”

    “Pidge. That won’t happen. You’re amazing. You’re probably the smartest person on this team, and you’re super fun to hang out with. If anyone ever tries to treat you badly because you’re a girl, then they can deal with me!” Lance’s voice is so passionate that Pidge can’t help but to smile.

    “Thanks Lance. That means a lot. And you can come talk to me anytime that you want. I’ll never laugh at you. You’re important to me, you remind me of Matt in a way.”

    Pidge pretends not to notice when Lance wipes away a tear.

    “C'mere” He says, opening his arms wide. Pidge smiles and crawls over to hug him. Everything will be okay now.


    The next morning Coran finds them fast asleep. Still cuddling together by the couches. He smiles his first real smile since the fall of Altea.

    -Hey guys! Please let me know what you think! This was requested by an anon, but I decided to turn it into something for Lance week! I hope you liked it! *hugs*

    Values

    Bad Boy!Vernon

    Word Count: 1192

    Genre: Fluff


    Vernon was just some teenage jerk and he didn’t have any values. He fully knew that skipping class and getting into trouble would lead him nowhere, but he fully didn’t care. He probably liked it. He must’ve thought it was cool to slack off and just drift through life without a care or a plan. He had the nerve to smile at you in the hallways at school. Disgusting.

    He knew you didn’t like him. He took note of the dirty looks you gave him and the way you’d roll your eyes if he tried to talk to you. He fully knew that acknowledging him would be the last thing you’d ever want to do, but he fully didn’t care. Every time you turned your nose up at him, he’d simply laugh it off.

    It was almost like he wanted to torture you, or get inside your head, one arrogant smirk at a time.

    Well, whatever his deal was, you knew one thing about Vernon: that there was no way in hell he was beating you out for the poetry scholarship.

    It’s been a tradition within your school for the poetry club to hold an annual scholarship contest for the seniors, with the winner receiving a check for 150 dollars. You’d been in the club all four years of high school, so you didn’t even break a sweat when they announced that the competition was starting. All your time in the poetry club was practically like training for the contest.

    You knew your own strengths and weaknesses as well as those of your competitors, so the whole thing was pretty much in the bag for you. Until you realized that you had a new competitor.

    You thought you could figure him out easily, but he wasn’t as simple as he seemed. He was unpredictable and hard to read. This came as quite a shock to you considering you’d always thought of him as just some teenage jerk.

    At first Vernon earned the suspicion of the entire club, but he soon proved very devout and steadfast. He showed up to every meeting without fail, taking notes whenever the teacher taught technique, and sometimes even staying behind to ask questions.

    But his golden boy act didn’t fool you one bit. It had been a rumor since freshman year that Vernon was actually a sensitive poet who wrote his own song lyrics. But the whole thing was so obviously just another stupid lie made up by his friends to help him woo some girl.

    Vernon technically didn’t even qualify to be in the poetry club, since it’s a school rule that you can’t be involved in any extra curricular activities if you’re failing a class.

    “Wait a second,” Your inner monologue screamed as you walked out of another poetry club meeting, “Vernon doesn’t even qualify for the contest! This is great!”

    Giddy from this development, you ran to the back of the school, where you were positive Vernon and his delinquent friends would be loitering. You pushed the double doors open confidently, thinking of something witty to say, but glad that you didn’t actually open your mouth; because, to your surprise, Vernon stood against the brick wall alone.

    He looked nonchalant as always, leisurely taking one of his earbuds out to acknowledge you, “Couldn’t get enough of me, huh?”

    Your face grew warm with a combination of embarrassment and anger, “Real funny, Mr. Poet. I actually just wanted to talk to you about something.”

    “You want me to drop out of the contest.” He gathered.

    “I suppose that’s not news to you,” You admitted, becoming more shy with each exchange, “I know you’re failing math. You shouldn’t even be in the contest in the first place.”

    He said nothing in return, instead he simply put his phone and earbuds in his pocket, turning to look at you straight-on.

    “Why did you enter?” You asked.

    “I like poetry.” He shrugged.

    “And that’s it?”

    He started towards you, coming much closer than he’d ever been before. Keeping one hand in his pocket, he reached out and lifted your chin up with his pointer finger, forcing you to look him in the eye.

    “I like you too, but it’s clear now that you’re harder to win than the scholarship.”

    He tilted his head, still looking deep into your eyes. It felt almost as if he was examining you, a kind of heat radiating from his gaze that made your cheeks flush red.

    “T-that’s impossible,” You stuttered, “We hate each other.”

    “Nothing is impossible, (Y/N). And I don’t hate you. I think you just made that up so you wouldn’t have to think about how much you like me back.”

    Finally snapping out of Vernon’s trance, you pushed his hand away from you, making sure it didn’t come near your face again by holding it with an iron grip.

    “Listen up, Choi. Are you going to tell me the real reason you entered the contest or are you just going to stand here and try to seduce me with fairy tales?”

    He let out a deep, airy chuckle. You had to take a long breath to distract yourself from how tempting it sounded.

    “I promise, I’m not lying to you. I really do like poetry and I write my own sometimes, but I would have never joined the club if I didn’t like you more.”

    He took advantage of the fact that your hand was gripping his, his fingers snaking through yours so that they intertwined.

    “So, you’re telling me that you joined the poetry club and the scholarship contest just to get my attention?” You asked, allowing Vernon to massage the back of your hand with his thumb.

    He slowly began leaning in, sensing that you’d stopped resisting him, “Did it work?”

    “What do you think?” You mumbled, right before your lips met with his.

    Vernon’s other hand came out from his pocket to position itself on your lower back. With one swift push, your bodies were fully pressed against each other, only a speck of daylight stood between you. You used this space to bring your hand up to hold his neck, your other hand still holding his.

    The kiss was intense, but it was cut short by the sound of double doors being plowed open.

    “What do we have here?” Teased the unmistakable voice of Boo Seungkwan.

    A junior named Chan stood behind him, mouth agape as you desperately tried to pry yourself out of Vernon’s hold.

    Vernon didn’t seem to be embarrassed though. He kept his hand sturdy on your back as he shooed his friends away.

    “Seungkwan, if you don’t mind, I’m doing something really important right now.”

    That was undoubtedly a strange day for you. You found yourself behind the school, kissing some teenage jerk you’d ignored for years. But Vernon was a sweet boyfriend and never failed to make you feel like royalty, as well as his partner in crime. He told you about all of his secrets and his values. So needless to say, the two of you spent quite a few more days behind the school again.

    -Written by Admin Cali 

    anonymous asked:

    Solangelo where Will is a senior hall monitor and Nico doesn't abide by dress codes or class schedules

    this list is probably going to be a lot less story-like than a lot of the others were hope thats ok

    • nico wears a lot of hats and tank tops (stupid things to get dress coded for) and most of the time for those things will’s like “i get it they’re stupid rules but dude you gotta stop”
      • at first he thinks that nico’s totally just some jerk who refuses to listen but the little punk starts to grow on him
    • there have been times that nico has skipped class and will kept him in the middle of the hallway for literally the entire class period lecturing him
    • ((nico honestly doesnt skip his classes all that often, it’s just the one period bc he knows that’s the cute boy’s shift and he actively searches will out))
    • sometimes during passing time between classes will sees nico wearing a hat or something and he’ll take it from nico for the rest of the day just so nico doesnt get in trouble, and he’s let nico borrow jackets and sweatshirts whenever he’s wearing a shirt that’s against dress code
    • (((i can totally see nico borrowing one of hazel’s skirts and either wearing it to school or changing into it during the one period he always skips just to ask will if it’s against dress code and watch him get flustered)))
    • on increasingly frequent occasions will has to take nico to the detention room and they literally just sit on the desks and talk until that class period is over and will insists that nico go to his next class
    • one time will actually asks nico why he skips class all the time and nico’s like “It’s fun you should try it sometime. we could go get breakfast or coffee or something, what do you think?”

    this is kind of short compared to some others but i hope you still like it!!! thanks for the suggestion!!!

    drop an au in my ask and get a list of headcanons!

    Getting to Know You

    Prompt: “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

    Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam

    Word Count: ~2200-ish

    Warnings: Fluff, Slightly sexual situations, Language maybe I don’t remember, Alcohol Consumption, Mentions of past injuries and small amounts of blood. Also, for all intents and purposes, the reader is short in this series

    A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge (yes, I have a million other things to finish, shhhhh I’m sorry my sweet bbs) where she provides us with a couple prompts each week during the hiatus and we’ve got a week to finish! I’ve given myself the extra challenge of somehow making all of these fit together into one storyline, so I have no idea what’s gonna happen here but I hope y’all stick around to find out lol.

    Thanks to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @hanny-writes-spn for looking this over for me~ 

    As always, I live off of feedback! So lemme know what you think!

    Tags at the bottom!


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    “Well, you’re welcome and all that for saving your asses for the thousandth time.” You said with a cheeky smile that had both Sam and Dean rolling their eyes.

    “You might be delusional from that hit to the head, kid, because I distinctly remember busting into that vampire den and taking your ass out of the fire.” Dean replied.

    “Literally,” Sam added with a confused look. “I still don’t understand why they had you like rotisserie-style over the fire.”

    You rolled your eyes and let out a disgusted groan. “I don’t know, that main chick was so wordy I just tuned them out after awhile. Damn bloodsuckers said something about blood tasting different that way? They weren’t trying to cook me, fire wasn’t hot enough. I just got really sweaty.”

    “Maybe they wanted something a little smoky? I mean, who wouldn’t miss a good barbecue?” Dean chuckled as he threw their machetes in Baby’s trunk.

    “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You said rubbing the back of your head.

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    onetallday  asked:

    Bro some jerk just broke my heart. Like. I can't function right now. Please I need Ulaz cuddles.

    Wtf lemme at ‘em I’ll kick their ass, the fuckwad

    – Ryan

    Ulaz is tender. Ulaz is soft. Ulaz is safe. These are the thoughts that course through your mind as tears flow silently down your face. He patiently holds you in his arms, and the best part about it is that he doesn’t say anything.

    He doesn’t ask about it. He doesn’t pry. He knows you need to release your emotions, and to him, what is most important is that you get rid of that negative energy. Ulaz pulls you closer, his warm embrace engulfing you, covering you like a blanket. His arms, wiry and strong stabilize you, and keep you close to his body.

    You feel like you’re floating out at sea, drifting farther and farther away from the lighthouse. Another sob wracks your body, and Ulaz just hums, his hand moving up to stroke your hair. He kisses the top of your head, only testing to see how far he can go with his comfort.

    Once he sees he can be affectionate, he begins nuzzling into the top of your head, his hands softly trailing down your body. He keeps his touches light, but makes sure you’re grounded enough to feel him there.

    “I’m here.” He reassures you, his voice carrying the conviction in his words, “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I will always be here, right by your side. Don’t think you can’t come to me, or that you’re being a bother. I want nothing more than for you to feel safe. It would be an honor, if you would let me be the one to do that for you.” 

    He kisses your head again, holding you close with another long silence. He wasn’t going to press anymore, but he needed you to know, everything is going to be fine.

    “I’m not going anywhere without you, [y/n].”

    My mom’s friend and her daughter visited yesterday to drop some stuff off. I was chatting with the 38 year old daughter about her views on marriage. She’s not married and I thought she would have some valuable insights on what it’s like to be a woman in her position. Given how much importance our cultures give to marriage. And especially because I’m getting a lot of anons lately talking about being female and the pressures of marriage.

    I wanted to educate myself about the female experience so I can come from a place of deeper understanding in the future.

    The conversation touched on a lot of issues such as patriarchy, feminism and divorce, though the most interesting to me was that she had some upsetting personal experiences with men. She had met some in person and some online. Some were just looking for a woman to use for domestic chores or sexual pleasure, some were already married and some were just jerks.

    She’s highly educated in gender equality and works to resolve gender inequities across North America. So her bar is quite high on how she wants her husband to treat her. She seemed disillusioned with the process of marriage and said no one out there exists that could be for her what she wants in a spouse. She said she was quite satisfied with where she is in life and accepts things as they are. But was only able to accept her situation when her younger sister got divorced. This confirmed to her that marriage should not be rushed and that it’s better to be never married and happy, than be divorced and miserable.

    On the same token, she was considerably sad that she didn’t have kids because she believes she’d have been a good mom. She really brought the tears when she was talking about her parents passing away and the reality of being all alone in this world thereafter.

    Wouldn’t plan on it.(Grant Gustin Imagine)

    Summary:  Could you do a grant gustin imagine were the reader is also apart of the flash cast and is dating grant and she has a daughter from a previous relationship who visits the set and likes grant a lot (the whole cast loves the readers daughter but grant does especially)

    PSA: Okay something happened to my drafts and my inbox and all the works I’ve worked on are gone… I guess I didn’t save it properly or something. So I’m sorry if I didn’t do your request! I know there were some Eobard Thawne imagines, Snart, and a couple Barry Allen imagines. Please request them again if you still want them!

    REQUESTS ARE DEFINITELY OPEN

    Again I’m sorry if yours weren’t done.

    I hope you enjoy!

    (I know this isn’t Grant but I couldn’t help myself)

    Originally posted by everyhtingslove

    Grant was the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. Many boys you’ve dated have been complete tools, pricks, and ass hats. Don’t even get started on the boys you dated when you were in high school. Grant was sweet, caring, thoughtful, and loving. And after a year of dating, that never changed and if it did, he got better and better.

    The whole cast was hanging out at a restaurant and your phone rang. “Sorry I have to get this.” You told your friends and gave your boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek, in which Carlos yelled out ‘ew.’ 

    You answered the phone, noticing how it was an unknown number. “Hello, is this Miss (Y/N) (Y/L)?” The lady on the other side of the phone sounded very kind. 

    You nodded until you realized she was on the phone. “Um.. yes. Who is this?” 

    “This is Linda from child protective services…” You were a little taken back. Your ex boyfriend from a five years ago had taken your child and ran off, but you never saw your baby girl, Hailey, ever again. 

    “Why are you calling?“ You questioned, but it came out harshly. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just my-”

    “Ma’am, there have been reports that your husban-”

    “Not my husband. He’s just some jerk that got me pregnant.” You sighed. “But what happened? Sorry I keep interrupting.” 

    “It’s alright ma’am… Well, there were reports that he isn’t taking care of your daughter, Hailey, and it’s been decided to take Hailey out of his custody.” Linda explained. “She’s in our offices right now and in your city. We would like it if you would come pick her up before tonight is over, or else we’ll have to send her to a temporary foster home” 

    “I’ll come get her now. What’s the address?” You were given the address and you went back to the table. “Hey, guys there’s an emergency. I’m needed somewhere else.” 

    Grant looked immediately worried. “Do you need me to come along? Do you-”

    “Baby,” you interrupted. “I’ll be fine. I’ll see you guys on set tomorrow.” He stood up and gave you a kiss on the lips.

    “I love you, babe.” He whispered with a smile.

    “Love you too.” 

    When you arrived at the CPS office, you signed in and a couple minutes later, a girl that stood about to your knees was brought to you. You knew it was Hailey as soon as you saw her, she had a birthmark on her neck. It seemed as if she recognized you as well. 

    “Mommy?” She inquired and your tears welled up as you nodded. She ran to you and clung to your legs. “Don’t leave me mommy.”

    “Wouldn’t plan on it.” You told her firmly. 

    The next morning, you got her dressed up and told her that you were going to work and she was going to meet your friends. The whole time you two were walking through set, she clung onto your leg as if you’d disappear again. 

    “Aw, who’s this lil’ baby?” Candice cooed, startling Hailey and made her hide behind your legs. 

    “This is my daughter, Hailey. Baby, this is Candice. She’s mommy’s friend.” Hailey peeked out from behind you and Candice made a funny face, causing your daughter to giggle. 

    Throughout the morning, your friends were surprised to find out about your daughter but welcomed Hailey with laughs and smiles. Especially Grant. By the time she met him, she had gained more confidence in talking to new people. He introduced himself and then attacked her in a bear hug, making her giggle and laugh so hard. He even lifted her up and sprayed her face with kisses. 

    “You’re so good with kids.” You laughed. “Baby, this is mommy’s boyfriend.” 

    As the day went on, Hailey was either holding your hand or in Grant’s arms. You could tell she instantly took a liking to him. His sweet and kind demeanor just seemed to charm her. She even told you while you were prepping to film a scene that she thought he was like a real life prince. 

    When the day ended, Grant and Hailey begged you for him to stay the night. And you couldn’t say no to either of them. That night Grant and you put her to bed, him singing her lullabies. When she finally settled down into a sweet slumber, Grant had pulled you into a passionate kiss. 

    “You don’t care that I have a daughter?” You asked and he answered by shaking his head. “You won’t leave me because I have a daughter, right?” Every time you’ve asked a past boyfriend if they’ll leave you, they’d lie and tell you no or at least some variation of it.

    Wouldn’t plan on it.” He smiled, pecking your lips one more time. And this time, you believed it. 

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    Meeting Monsta X by Chance : 
    fan edition !! // Wonho  — ( part 2/3 ) 

    after a brief but nice conversation with someone who had the wrong number, he claims to be wonho. to prove that he’s not just some jerk trying to play a joke on you, wonho decides to facetime you without warning. you subsequently lose your cool, but somehow, he found it charming. you two continue talking ( and flirting ). once you come down a bit, you get back into the rhythm and start picking on wonho, but the dork can’t keep up. this seems like it could be the start of something beautiful. 

    ( part one // part three )

    More : Jooheon ( 1, 2, 3 ) // tbd.

    I’m not sure if i’m going to make more so how about you tell
    me if ya’ll like them and maybe i’ll make the rest of the boys !!
    - Admin Chris

    anonymous asked:

    People always refer to that part as Chichi's worst moment but seriously. Her son was there, badly Injured, completly unconscious, laying in the ground, with blood all over his body and worst of all completly naked. Like HOLLY SHIT that the worst state you can be find your son after not seeing him for an entire year, only second to being actually death. Goku was at least semi-conscious.

    I really don’t know what else anyone could expect from Chi-Chi.  Was she supposed to start making out with Goku right then and there?  Was she supposed to praise him for his performance in an epic battle she never really got to see? 

    I’d be a lot more upset than she was if I were in her shoes. She’s incredibly resilient, but the haters can’t step outside of the audience POV long enough to appreciate that.  They think she’s just some jerk who hates superhero fun, like J. Jonah Jameson.