look how young and sweet he looks

anonymous asked:

How would UT/HT Sans and both SwapFell/UnderFell Sans & Papyrus act when a badass looking human comes along? Like the MOST badass looking person to exist, covered in scars, missing a limb or few, tatoos, sharp teeth, a glare that could make UF king Asgore piss himself, a weapon in every pocket, & a constant serious face. Has lived through wars since young, can fight & ends it quick, has high stats, & has killed. Only to find out they're the biggest sweetheart & are extremely gentile.

UT! Sans: at first he’s very worried and doesn’t want you near him or Papyrus. But when he finds out how sweet you actually are, it doesn’t bother him at all. You’re super sweet.

HT! Sans: it doesn’t even phase him. Still talks to you like he would anyone else. I mean, what are you gonna do to him he hasn’t already been through? Oh you’re nice. Cool. Didn’t matter anyways.

UF! Sans: Stays clear of you at all costs. One day you end up talking, he kinda loves you. Weather it’s platonically, or romantically he wants you in his life.

UF! Paps: he wants you as an ally. When he finds out you’re actually a sweetheart he’s like oh. Never mind then. Still would be friends with you, because you’re intimidating though.

SF! Sans: challenges you. When you decline his challenge he starts to stalk you a little, eventually you become friends. He finds out you’re really sweet, and for some reason he wants to protect you? Even though you don’t need that?

SF! Paps: well shit, be my friend? Let’s intimidate people? No, really he wants to ne your friend. Finds out you’re a total sweetheart, so that makes it easier.

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.

She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)


Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that he gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth tonight. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the cold floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more!

Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s orders wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he sure knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 

Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them "she’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this down over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.

After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment when he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.

If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now! He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone in his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?


Poirot’s chief personality characteristic was undoubtedly his overweening - but lovable - egotism. On rare occasions he would present an appearance of modesty, but it was patently so forced and false that it fooled no one. Some of his own evaluations from one story or another: “Hercule Poirot… is of a cleverness quite exceptional;” “impossible to deceive Hercule Poirot;” “me, I know everything.”
- Russell H. Fitzgibbon, The Agatha Christie Companion

Originally posted by nellaey

You sat in the dimly lit common room, snuggled up in a warm blanket. What time it was you had no idea. Sometime late in the night. Or morning. You were deeply immersed in one of your favorite books, so much so that you didn’t notice someone heading down the stairs.

“What are you doing up so late?” You heard your boyfriend say. He was wiping the sleep away from his eyes. You guessed he woke up from another nightmare. They were starting to be a trend each night. But you sure hoped that wasn’t the matter this time.

“Couldn’t sleep. I’ve been reading for hours.” You rubbed at your slightly burning eyes, which were turning red. 

“Well, since i’m not going to sleep anytime soon either, could i join you?” He asked, his voice raspy from just waking up.

“As long as you read to me.” You asked, softly pouting at him. “Pretty please?”

“You know i could never say no to that beautiful face of yours.” Sirius sat does beside you, taking the book from your hands, he started softly reading the verses to you. It was so soothing and peaceful. You leaned your head of his shoulder, letting your eyelids fall slowly as Sirius continued the story.

He had noticed your deep breaths just minutes later. You had drifted off to sleep so easily, it was a little surprising. Sirius tried as best he could to set the book down gently, as to not stir you awake. He warmly smiled, looking at your restful face. He could never get over how stunning you looked. Even while sleeping, you gave off a sweet and kind aura.

“Night, darling.” Sirius whispered, kissing your head lightly, leaning into your body before closing his own eyes, letting sleep overwhelm him too.

Sweets For The Sweet


*Steve Rogers-centric


Steve was immediately greeted with the smell of sugar when he opened the door, the bell tinkling above him. A few of the tables were filled with customers, all who looked happy.

Steve went up to the counter, examining all the cookies and candies in the display cases. They all looked delicious.

A young woman with a round face stepped from the back, wiping her hands on her apron. “I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, sir! How can I help you?”

“I, uh…” Steve shook his head. “This is going to sound a little strange, but did you cater a party at STARK Tower recently?”

“Yes, sir.” You pulled a book out from under the counter, flipping to a particular page. “Mr. Stark ordered approximately one hundred chocolate fudge cupcakes, one hundred vanilla bean cupcakes, and ten pounds of caramel fudge.”

“Right. That sounds like it.”

You smiled up at him but your smile faltered. “Was… was there something wrong with the order?”

“No, no,” Steve reassured. “It was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that I’ve been dreaming about that fudge.”

You blushed slightly. “Thank you, sir.”

“And I was hoping that you still had some because I’m not sure I can go another day without another taste.”

“Well, you’re in luck.” You moved down the counter, pulling out a tray full of caramel fudge. “This has been freshly made. How much would you like?”


You nearly dropped the tray. “A-all?”

“If it’s not too much of a problem.”


Steve started stopping by weekly, then bi-weekly, then practically daily. He couldn’t get enough of the sweets—both the treats and you. You were round and soft and bubbly and it made Steve’s heart flutter, beat faster, every time he saw you.

One day, he decided to make his move.

“Hello, Mr. Rogers,” you said, giving him your warm, gooey smile.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“What can I get you today? I’ve just put out some fresh cupcakes—lemon.”

“Actually, I need your help.”


“I want to do something nice for someone… someone important.”


“What would you suggest?”

You thought for a moment. “Well, you could do a cookie platter. Everyone likes cookies.”

“You like cookies?”

You giggled. “Of course.”

“Well, a cookie platter it is, then.”

You grabbed a pretty heart-shaped plate, stepping over to the cookie display. “What kind of cookies are you thinking? We can do varieties, or just one kind, or whatever you’d like.”

“I’ll let you pick.”


“You know best.”

You smiled and began to pull cookies out, layering them beautifully on the plate. Then you took it over to the register, striking a few keys.

“That can’t be right,” Steve said, looking at the total readout. “Surely this costs more.”

You shook your head. “Customer loyalty program. You’re in here so much, you deserve a little break.”

Steve smiled and handed over the cash. You placed a cover over the tray and then placed a beautiful pink bow on top. “Good luck,” you said, passing the tray over.

“Thanks.” Steve took the plate, staring down at it.

“Is there something wrong?”

“I was just… wondering…”

You waited for him to explain.

“I was wondering if you would care to join me for a delicious cookie break.”


You carefully crept out of bed, leaving Steve softly snoring. You padded your way to your kitchen where you pulled out ingredients and pans and preheated the oven.

You and Steve had been dating for little over a year and this was the first time you two had been so intimate. You’d shared beds before, yes, but tonight… tonight had been different. Wonderful, but different.

You’d never thought you’d meet someone like Steve and you’d never thought someone like him could fall for you. All your life you’d been… pudgy. Your hips were round, your stomach wasn’t flat. You liked eating and you weren’t ashamed of that. But more than eating you loved creating. You always made treats for any family gathering your parents had when you were growing up; Christmas and birthday presents usually consisted of either a tried and true favorite or a mysterious new concoction.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Steve come in. He wrapped his arms around your waist, laying his chin on your shoulder. “What are you doing?” he mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.

“Sorry,” you said, your hands tossing the assorted berries into the pie crust. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“What are you doing?”


“At this time of night?”

“Technically, it’s morning.”

Steve chuckled, the sound reverberating through you. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” you promised. “I just… I make things when I’m emotional.”

That woke Steve up. He pulled away from you, turning you to face him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you said, giving him a smile. “I’m… so incredibly happy right now.”

“So… you’re a good emotional?”

“Of course.” You leaned into Steve, wrapping your arms around him. “Steve, you make me so happy. And tonight… well, I’m not sure I could handle much more happiness or I’ll burst.”

Steve smiled and leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. “What do you say we head back to bed, hm?”

“Let me get the pie in the oven,” you said.

“A woman after my own heart.”


The bell above the door jingled as Steve stepped in. You looked up at him from behind the counter, smiling broadly. As you stepped aside, he could see the apron straining across your growing bump.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Steve said, leaning over the counter and pressing a kiss to your sugary lips. “How’s work?”

“Great. Lots of cake pops sold today. And I got an order for another birthday party.”

“And how’s the little one?”

“Squirming to her heart’s content.”

Steve smiled. “What is she craving today?”

“Anything chocolate. She really likes the caramel fudge.” You rubbed a hand over your stomach. “She’s got a sweet tooth, just like her daddy.”

“That’s my girl.”

24 May 2017

[The Scrapyard with Robert and Aaron

ROBERT: *Phone Rings* *Annoyed Face* What do you want? Scratch that. I know what you want. You want to bully me into telling Aaron the truth.

ROSS: It’s just a little pressure for your conscience. Don’t forget 10 grand by 6.

ROBERT: I don’t need your De Niro act right now Ross or your ‘pressure’, I’m probably gonna tell him anyway. *Sees Aaron* But not yet, so…gotta go. Hey Aaron! *looks shifty*

AARON: Hey! You look shifty, what’s up?

ROBERT: Just the Plot, what else? Are you tired of it, cause I am.

AARON: Yeah, I am, but…let’s throw in some cute banter for the fans.

ROBERT: Right. *Cute Banter Alert* Tricky client then, tough negotiator, you know the type.

AARON: Yeah I do, seeing as how I live with one (for the moment). I’m sure you’ll get your way eventually, you always do.

ROBERT: I’m not so sure. *Guilty Face*

Dale View with Robert and Ross]

ROSS: You’re spineless!

ROBERT: You’re a blackmailer! 

ROSS: You’re bisexual…haha…*Fandom Outrage Alert*

ROBERT: You’re jealous!

ROSS: Am not!

ROBERT: You shot me! Yeah…I do remember that.

Keep reading

Did you fall or did you let go?

Word Count: 1092 (omg idek how I did this)

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Warnings: Suicide mention, sweariiiing, angst?????? and I think that’s all.

A/N: Hello hello hello! Welcome back to another chapter of “trying to write something coherent with Anna” I hope this is better than the last thing I wrote lol Anyway, Dear EVan Hansen is such a good musical and you should totally listen to it. The thing is that I really liked the plot and I THINK the title is a phrase from the show, so… enjoy


She was actually happy for the fact that she was going to see the show and not take part in it. But she didn’t expect it to be because she fell while climbing a tree and broke her leg.

“How’s the princess doing?”

“Fuck off, Daveed.  At least I don’t have to worry about fucking things up like you do every night” The afro laughed and hugged her before sitting next to her.

“Don’t judge if we suck. I mean, I may fuck up, but don’t judge them, okay?” The girl chuckled and said she didn’t promise anything, which was true; she had a habit of wanting things perfect and if she found even the minimum bad thing she would make a big deal out of it. After a couple of minutes, Jasmine and Phillipa came on stage walking like models and posing for ‘the cameras’ “You suck”

“You love us aaaaaaaaaaaand we came to take Daveed, people is about to get in, you should go and get changed” The curly haired said and disappeared as soon as she heard the front door open. Daveed got up and kissed her cheek before going to the dressing rooms just in time to not get caught by that day’s audience. Y/N laughed when Groff’s voice was played and her eyes shined as soon as she heard the famous opening song


When intermission came she wasted no time in getting up and going backstage as good as she could with her crutches.

Once she got there, someone grabbed her bridal style making her squeal and almost fell of those arms.

“Oh my god, I think I can’t hear anything. You sure you don’t want to use your screams for a horror movie, Y/N?”

“NO, I prefer to use them when I need to scream your name to make you cum” Y/N rolled her eyes at Anthony’s suggestion and made sure Jasmine knew it was a joke and he wasn’t cheating on her.

“How’s the damsel doing?” Lin’s voice was heard from his dressing room door and Anthony let Y/N on her feet and handed her the crutches even though he helped her walking to Lin’s dressing room. Once there he excused himself and went to his own to get ready for act 2.

“Good, first time I’m allowed to go out after just laying on bed for a month or so. How are you doing?” She smiled and sat on the couch to rest since her leg was hurting like a bitch. Lin was trying to not be too direct, he knew something was up with her but he didn’t know how to ask it so he ended up doing it the best way; he closed the door and turned to look at her.

“Now, how are you really doing?”

“Wh-What do you mean? I’m fi-”

“Y/N, please, do us a favor and stop acting. How are you really doing?” Lin was growing impatient. He wanted to hear a real answer and stop hearing lies for once in 5 months.

“How do you expect me to be? My brother died and it’s my fault”

“No it’s not” Two months ago Y/N’s brother died in a car accident when she called him to come and pick her up. The car was slammed into a wall thanks to a truck driven by a drunken guy. The driver survived but her brother was brutally killed and didn’t even get a chance to come back to life. She blamed herself for that since she was the one that decided not to go home walking or in Lin’s car. After she received the news, the girl locked herself in her room for one month and avoided any contact with the world. After that month, Lin received a call that his best friend was at the hospital in surgery because she fell of a tree.

“YES IT IS! If didn’t have called him to pick me up he would have been here and I wouldn’t have a broken leg right now” At this point of the conversation she was crying and had stood up not caring about the pain that was ranging through her body, she just wanted to finish this as soon as possible. Lin, scared of what could happen if she put herself through those efforts, walked over to where she was standing but quickly stopped when Y/N screamed saying that she didn’t help. “I DON’T CARE IF I GET HURT, HE’S NEVER GOING TO COME BACK”

Everyone outside that dressing room had heard that and stopped doing whatever they were doing. Y/N never got mad to the point where screaming was necessary so they knew this had to be something important. At the same time, something clicked inside Lin’s head, just like a switch, a light bulb went on inside his head.

“Did you fall or did you let go?”


“You know what I mean. Did you fall of the tree while climbing it or did you let go of it in hope the hit would kill you?” The long haired man started approaching her slowly while his eyes filled with water at the thought of his best friend trying to kill herself. “Is that why you stopped talking to me? You were scared I would find out the real reason you can barely walk now?”

“I-It just felt right t-to do it. I mis-missed him, a-and I thought that i-if I did that I c-could bri-bring him back into m-my life in s-some way” Y/N broke down in tears and he automatically hugged her trying to let her know all his feelings through that hug. He didn’t want to see her go. He didn’t want her to think this was the end. She was too young to die and he didn’t know what he would do if she wasn’t there for him.

“Look, I know this can be hard b-but we can sort everything out. W-We can try and get through this together. I-I promise it can and will get better. But let me help you, Y/N” Lin didn’t know if it was the heat of the moment or the look in her eyes, but as soon as soon as he saw how close her face was to his, he didn’t think it twice before laying a light, sweet and sweet kiss on her lips. Once they pulled apart  he pulled her into his chest again and kissed her temple.

“Promise me, that no matter what, you’ll let me be there for you”

“I promise.”

“...Plan This Out.”

Requested by an anon. I’m a hoe for Woo. Don’t @ me

Originally posted by realmonsterwoo

Woo loved you, and you loved him. The two of you understood each other more than anything. Sometimes you understood him more than he did you. But nevertheless you loved him. 

Woo came home stressed a lot. His job was tough, of course he did often. But you weren’t complaining. He was your everything. You’d do anything for him.

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To Help #7

YES! FINALLY! We’re here! We’re up to V which means that this is the end of this series. My many thanks to everyone who’s stayed with me for this long, stayed patient and encouraged me with your kind words and your insights on my work. Hopefully I’ll see you all for the next one

Come on sugar cookie V, it’s your turn to help MC.

As per usual this fic will include

1)    Profanity

2)    In case you haven’t played the secret endings this is kinda spoilery, so please just be warned.

3)    WELCOME TO MY (baby) MONSTER FIC, just 13.5K this time arounds

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Phone Number

A/N: Inspired by a post that my friend sent me. Unfortunately I can’t link it down, because it’s in german :DD

Summary: Modern times AU. Sometimes even Sirius Black can be speechless when it comes to women. But that doesn’t mean that his creativity is affected in any way. And he finds a quite adorable way to talk to you, in the end.

Pairing: Young Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1297

Warnings: none! It’s fluff. 

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Our Boys (Washington x Reader x Smol!HamilSquad)

287: “This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”
271: “Tell me a secret.”

Words: 6,301

A/N: (Okay, so basically how I write my Imagines is I have a randomizer that randomizes a list of names, and whoever’s name comes out at the top of the list is who I write the Imagine for. For prompts, I use a number randomizer to give me numbers that I pick out of the 390 Imagine prompts.

In this case, I picked GWash and the two prompts… And just gosh darn I really wanted to write something that included the smol!Hamilsquad. Keep in mind, I played around with the ages a bit. Smol Ham is 11, smol Laurens is 12, smol Laf is 11, and Smol Herc is 15.)

“George? Are you alright?”

(Name)’s husband let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck with uncertainty. “Yeah… I just… This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”

The woman gave her husband a comforting smile, rubbing his arm as they approached the law office. “Don’t worry. We’ve prepared for this, we’re ready.”

“But what if they don’t like me? What if they don’t acclimate?” George fretted, furrowing his brows as he looked down at his wife.

(Name) let out a huff of laughter, quickly pressing a kiss to her husband’s lips to keep him from rambling. “George. Whoever we meet, whatever kids we take care of, they’re going to love you.”

The veteran gave his wife a small smile, feeling slightly convinced as they entered the office. They were greeted and directed to a young woman’s office, who smiled at the couple as they sat down in front of her desk.

“Mr. and Mrs. Washington, it’s wonderful to finally put faces to the names. I’m Nicole Wilson.” The young woman spoke, shaking the husband’s and the wife’s hands as she sat down in her chair and shuffled around with a couple files. “You’ve been recommended highly by several of my associates, and I think I can finally give you two an assignment.”

“That’s wonderful news.” (Name) answered with a smile, holding George’s hand as they sat next to each other.

“But, may I ask why you two decided to become foster parents?” Nicole inquired. “I understand it might be personal, but these are things I just need to know.”

(Name) glanced at George, and he gave her a nod to go ahead. “Well… I was never able to have children of my own, and George here is retired from the military.”

“I was a general overseas, but was given the opportunity to retire… I wanted to spend more time with my wife, and we wanted to help children who didn’t have a family.” George finished, giving his wife’s hand a squeeze.

Nicole smiled at the couple, nodding her head. “How very noble. Mrs. Washington, what do you do for a living?”

“I work as the local private school as a French teacher, and I’m head of the language department. George works as one of the coaches at the same school, he’s also the head of disciplinary.” (Name) explained.

“I see, so you two are around older kids?”

“We have neighbors, one has three daughters, and another has a son. We used to look after them when they were younger.” George replied. “We’re not strangers to either.”

Nicole gave a nod in understanding. “Well then, let’s see who you two are getting.” She pulled four files from her desk and walked around to hand them to the couple. “Now, I want to warn of both that this might be a troubling case. But, there is a group of four boys who refuse to be separated.”

“Four?” (Name) asked as her eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Are they brothers?” George questioned as he opened the first of the four files.

“Not biologically, but they might as well be.” Nicole sighed. “Their names are Alexander, John, Hercules, and Gilbert. Alexander’s biological father left him when he was a baby, and his mother died several years ago after they came to New York from the Caribbean. John lost his mother at a young age as well, and his father wanted little to nothing to do with him, so he gave him up. Hercules got separated from his family a couple years ago, and they haven’t been found. And Gilbert came from France with his mother, but she couldn’t support him by herself so she had to give him up and was later deported back to France.”

(Name) looked over the files of the children with her husband. She immediately felt her heart ache for the four boys. She looked up at Nicole. “Why are they grouped together?”

“Well, at one point they were all in the same foster home with one another about three years ago. They just grew close and they’ve been together ever since. No one has been able to break them apart.” Nicole answered. “Do you think you can handle these boys? They’ve been through some heavy stuff.”

George looked from the pictures provided with each file to his wife. “Well, (Name)? What do you think?”

(Name) looked at her husband, then to the four pictures. Alexander’s picture was of a boy with black hair that was slicked away from his face, his brown eyes dull. John’s was of a boy with tanned skin and freckles scattering his face and his tightly curled hair pulled away from his face into a tiny bun, his eyes were distant as they stared at camera. Gilbert’s picture was of a boy with slightly darker skin, his mess of hair pulled back in a ponytail, his dark eyes averting slightly from the picture. Hercules’ picture was of a slightly older boy, a knit beanie on his head and a frown etched into his dark face.

“I think we’re going to need to get a couple bunk beds instead of that one twin sized.”


(Name) looked up from the book she was reading on her front porch to see one of her neighbors waving to her. She smiled and put the book down, walking over to the picket fence where her neighbor stood. “Good morning, Philip. How are you this morning?”

The father laughed. “I’m well. The girls are off shopping with their mother, so I have the house to myself for a bit.” He spoke, looking over his shoulder at his own home. “I hear today is the big day, right?”

(Name) nodded. “Child Services are bringing the boys later, George is out shopping for something to make for dinner to welcome them.”

“Good… I know how much you and George want this. Plus, I’m pretty sure the girls will enjoy some new kids to hang around besides baby Burr.” Philip chuckled.

The young woman smiled, looking over her shoulder at the Burr residence. “Aaron is a sweet kid, and you know as well as I do his parents are good people.”

Philip nodded in agreement. “Very true. Don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need it, now. We’ll be more than happy to help out.”

“Thank you, Philip. That means a lot to us.” (Name) said with a smile. She turned her head to see a dark van begin to drive up the street, recognizing her husband’s vehicle. “George is home. I better help him.”

“Of course, you two enjoy the rest of your day.” Philip spoke as he turned away from (Name) and made his way back to his own house.

The wife watched as her husband drove in, giving him a kiss as he stepped out of the van and went to open the back of the van. “What all did you get?”

“What didn’t I get? I couldn’t decide between pizza, burgers, or spaghetti, so I got the makings for all of them.” George laughed quietly as he picked up several of the canvas bags, walking across the front yard to the house.

(Name) laughed at her husband, walking with him to the kitchen with bags in her own hands. She pressed a kiss to his cheek as she set the bags down. “I’m sure they like whatever we make. Plus, you’ll get to show off your grilling skills if they decide on hamburgers.” She said with a grin as she pulled away to put away the groceries.

The husband and wife went into their regular routine, putting away the food in its respective places. (Name) had bought more dishes and silverware to accommodate the new additions to the house. George had spent a couple days assembling the two bunk beds in the boy’s bedroom, fitting them with sheets, and assuring that there would be enough storage room for the four boys by the time they arrived. By mid afternoon, the couple sat on the couch watching the local news, (Name)’s head on her husband’s chest with his arm around her shoulders to keep her close.

“And you’re sure about this?” George murmured as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s head. “These boys, you really want to take care of them?”

(Name) nodded. “They need someone to, George. These boys need to know that they have someone looking after them.”

“I’ve heard that Hercules was known to be a rebellious teen. He might be troublesome.” George spoke. “Nicole did say he fought a lot with his past foster fathers.”

“Nothing you can’t handle, General.” (Name) spoke, taking her husband’s hand and bringing it to her lips.

“And what about Gilbert? What if I can hardly talk to him?” Asked George.

“George. You do remember I am fluent, right? There won’t be a communication problem between any of us.” (Name) chuckled, looking up at her husband as she placed her free hand on his knee. “We’re going to be just fine.”

The long awaited knock just sounded at the front door of the house. (Name) gave George a small smile and squeezed his hand before standing. He followed his wife in suit as they made their way to the door.

Upon opening the door, the couple was faced with Nicole, and behind her stood the four boys. Alexander stood close to John, fidgeting slightly as he kept his eyes fixed on the ground. Gilbert looked up at (Name) and George, silently sizing the two up. Hercules stood on the bottom step, holding three suitcases and a duffle bag on his shoulder.

“Mr. and Mrs. Washington, it’s good to see you again.” Nicole beamed as she stepped aside for the boys. “I would like you both to meet Alexander, John, Hercules, and Gilbert.”

“Um… Lafayette, Mademoiselle.” The young child corrected in his native tongue, anxiously rocking on his heels.

(Name) smiled lightly, bending down and meeting Layafette’s gaze. “Bonjour, Lafayette.” She greeted, inwardly chuckling at the surprise on the boy’s face.

“Why don’t we get you boy’s inside? We can get you settled.” George suggested as he opened the door wider so at the boys could walk in.

They lingered back, however. That was until Hercules walked up the steps, silently passing the husband and wife. John gently nudged Alexander, and the two followed Hercules. Lafayette followed close behind them.

Nicole gave George and (Name) a look of worry. “Are you two going to be okay? You only have to call if something comes up.”

“We’ll be fine, Nicole. Thank you.” (Name) answered, smiling at the young woman.

“We’ve got this covered.” George agreed, despite the uncertainty in his gaze.

Nicole gave the couple a nod, her smile still present as she turned and walked back to her car.

(Name) let her husband close the door as she turned back to the boys, smiling as they looked around at the sizable house. She walked over to them, drawing their attention. “How about I show you boys to your room?”

“Yes… Please.” Alexander mumbled, glancing up at the woman for a split second before looking back at the wood floor.

She smiled and nodded, beginning to walk down the hall as she led the boys through their new home.

She turned on the light, stepping aside so that the four boys could walk in. “There’s bunk beds for you four, so you can choose which beds you would like.”

“Dibs on a top!” John exclaimed to the three boys as he ran over to the bunk bed that was on the left side of the room. The excitement from the boy made (Name) smile.

“I’m bunking with John!” Alexander piped up, going over to the bottom bunk and sitting down on the comforter.

Hercules looked down at Lafayette. “What do you say, Laf? Top or bottom?”


(Name) watched as Hercules walked around the room, placing the suitcases down by the two dressers. He walked back to his bunk, dropping his duffle on his bed. “Well… What do you boys feel like having for dinner? We have the makings for pizza, burgers, and spaghetti.”

The boys were silent, hesitant to answer before John piped up. “What do you recommend?” He asked.

“Me?” (Name) inquired, slightly surprised. “Well, my husband is an excellent cook on the grill, meanwhile I’m better in the kitchen. Spaghetti is actually a specialty of mine, if I do say so myself.”

John looking over at the other three boys. “I’m fine with that…”

“Me too.” Alexander agreed.

“And me.” Lafayette spoke.

(Name) looked over at Hercules. “Is that okay with you, Hercules?”

Her only response as a gruff “Yes.”

The woman nodded. “Alright, well I’ll go get started, and you boys can go ahead and get settled.” She spoke as she turned out of the room, leaving the four boys to themselves.

“What do you guys think of them?” Alexander asked as he opened his suitcase.

“She seems nice. The husband looks… Kinda scary. I guess.” John answered as he climbed up onto his bed, flopping down on his back.

“I like the madame, she can speak French!” Lafayette grinned as he sat next to Hercules.

“She said two words, Laf.” Hercules chuckled. “That doesn’t mean she can speak it.”

Lafayette pouted slightly. “Still. I like her.”

“What about you, Herc? What do you think?” John asked, looking over at the oldest of the four boys.

“I dunno… I try not to let first impressions dictate.” Hercules replied as he adjusted the knit beanie on his head. “We’ll just have to see how long this lasts… But no matter how long, we’re sticking together, okay?” He said with a grin, moving a hand and ruffling Lafayette’s hair, despite the boy’s protest.

(Name) hummed as she put the water on to boil. Smiling when she felt her husband’s arm moving to hold her by the waist.

“How are the boys?” He asked, kissing his wife’s temple.

“Lafayette seemed taken with the fact that I can speak French.” (Name) chuckled, lingering in her husband’s hold before moving to get a skillet for browning the beef. “John is actually a bit excitable. Hercules and Alexander do seem to be rather quiet.”

George nodded in response. “I see… But, so far so good?”

The wife nodded at her husband. “Yes. George… I know this isn’t like starting from the beginning, but we’re going to make this work, okay?”

The old general joined his wife, gently taking her hand into his and cupping her cheek. “(Name). I know… I’m sorry. I do want this to work, I’m just worried that something will happen. I know nothing will, but-”

(Name) pressed a kiss to her husband’s lips to silence his rambling. “I know, I know. We’re in this together, love. We’ll get through this.”

George met his wife’s gaze, smiling at her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know.”

The two moved apart to prepare for dinner. George got ready to set the table while (Name) worked on browning the beef. Just as George pulled out the plates, he looked up to see the boys coming back down the hall.

“All settled?” George asked the boys.

Alexander gave a slight nod. “Yes sir.”

George nodded, smiling slightly at the boys. “Would any of you like to help set the table?”

None of them answered, but Hercules stepped up and began to move the plates around the table. George took that as an answer as he went to get silverware. The other three simply looked around the dining room of the house.

(Name) looked out of the corner of her eye as she cooked to see Alexander and John wander over to one of the bookshelves that stood in the wall of the walkway between the dining room and the living room.

“You served?” John suddenly asked, turning to look at George who had looked up from getting cups from the cabinet. (Name) looked over to see that he had spotted George’s old army picture.

“Yes,” George replied with a quiet chuckle. “I served as a general.”

Alexander looked at the veteran in wonder. “That’s so cool… What do you do now?”

“Well, I’m a coach for a school a little ways away from here. We both work at the same school.” George explained, looking over at his wife.

John turned his head to (Name). “You’re a teacher? What kind?”

“I teach French,” She heard Lafayette gasp, which made her chuckle. “I’m the head of the language department as well.”

“I told you so!” Lafayette said to Hercules, causing the other two boys to laugh.

(Name) looked over at her husband, smiling slightly at him as the boys talked amongst themselves. George stepped over to his wife, getting napkins out of the drawer beside her.

“See? They think you’re cool.” She murmured quietly to him.

“Two out of four. Lafayette seems taken with you, however.” George replied.

The wife chuckled at her husband, glancing over to see Hercules join Alexander and John by the shelf. “Three down… One to go.”

Dinner went well. The boys seemed to enjoy the food, Hercules did too, despite his quietly picking at it. Throughout the course of dinner, the other three couldn’t seem to ask enough questions.

“So… Where are we going to go to school?” Alexander asked as he sipped his milk.

“The school that we work at is a middle, and high school. You, John, and Lafayette would be put into the middle school, and Hercules would be put into the high school.” (Name) explained.

“Would we see each other?” John inquired, wiping tomato sauce off of his chin.

“Well, Alexander and Lafayette will probably be put into the same class, and we can arrange that to happen if you two would like that.” George explained, looking over to the youngest of the four boys.

“… I would like that.” Alexander piped.

Oui.” Lafayette agreed.

“What about me and Herc?” John asked.

“Alexander and Lafayette are both in sixth grade, John, you’ll be put into the seventh, and Hercules will be put into the ninth grade.” (Name) answered. “But, both George and I teach both the middle and high schools. So we would be available to you boys during the day.”

A silence settled over the boys, none of them said a word of protest, or a word at all. (Name) looked over at her husband, noticing that he was looking over at her from across the table as well.

“For the record, our neighbors have kids that go to our school as well.” (Name) mentioned. “Mr. Schuyler has three daughters, and the Burr’s have a son.”

The boys didn’t respond, and the remainder of dinner was spent in silence.

George collected the dishes, and was pleasantly surprised when Lafayette asked if he could help at all. He brought Lafayette over to the sink and dishwasher, teaching him how the dishes were done around the house. (Name) watched as Hercules and John went to their room, letting out a quiet sigh as they left.

Wait… Where did Alexander wander off to?

“George, I’ll be right back.” (Name) told her husband as she began to search the home.

She was surprised to find the boy in her office, studying the many books that lined the shelves. (Name) walked over to join him as he looked over her classic literature section of the numerous books.

“A fan of reading, Alexander?” She asked, causing the boy to jump in surprise.

“Yeah… I don’t think I’ve seen this many books in one house before, though.” Alexander murmured, a hand moving to brush against the spines.

(Name) chuckled. “What can I say? I’ve always liked the classics. Plus, reading is just one of my favorite pastimes.”

“And writing is one of mine.” Alexander spoke, almost bashfully. “I was given a ribbon for best fourth grade essay a couple years ago.”

“Very impressive.” (Name) said with a smile. “I’m pretty friendly with the english department in the middle school, I’m sure they’d love to see how you write. You’d probably be doing a lot of it.”

The woman laughed quietly as she noticed Alexander’s face light up from the information. “You know, Alexander. You’re welcome to read any of my books, any time you’d like.”

“Really?” Alexander asked. “That’s okay?”

“Mmhm. George and I want you boys to be comfortable while you’re staying here. We’re more than happy to share what we have with you while you’re here.” (Name) spoke, putting a hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “Plus. It’ll be nice to have someone who enjoys reading as much as I do in the house.”

Alexander gave the woman a small smile, looking up at the shelf and taking several books into his arms. “Thank you, Mrs. Washington.” He said gratefully before he walked out of the office and to his room.

(Name) chuckled softly as she went back to the kitchen just in time to see George finish teaching Lafayette how to load the dishwasher.

“And that’s that.” George finished, wiping his hands on his pants. “Thank you for the help, Lafayette. It was very nice of you to offer.”

“I’m glad to help, Monsieur Washington.” Lafayette answered, giving George a smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sort of used to it, I guess.”

“Well, any help is welcome.” (Name) spoke as she went to join her husband. “Let us know if there is anything we can do for you, okay?”

Oui. Merci, Madame Washington.” Lafayette said, giving the couple a small smile before turning to head to his room.

George let out a quiet chuckle as he turned to his wife, hugging her waist. “Did you find Alexander?” He asked (Name) as he kissed her forehead.

“Found him in the office, turns out he likes to read and write.” (Name) murmured, a grin tugging her lips upwards.

George laughed, meeting (Name)’s bright (e/c) eyes with his own. “That ought to make you happy, having another bookworm in the house.”

“Hey!” She laughed, lightly hitting her husband’s arm. “But… I think things are going well so far. They start school next week, if we just spend the rest of the weekend getting them comfortable, we might really have something here.”

The husband smiled at his wife, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his wife’s lips. Upon pulling away, he began to speak softly to her. “I’m glad we’re doing this. And I’m glad that we’re making it work.”

“Alex, bro, you made out like a freaking bandit!” John exclaimed as he looked at the pile of books Alexander had picked out from their new foster mother’s office.

“I know!” Alexander agreed with a grin. “Mrs. Washington was really nice about letting me borrow her books, said I could borrow however many I wanted!”

Lafayette laughed as he climbed up onto his bed. “They both seem really nice, Monsieur Washington is actually really easy to talk to.”

“And damn can the Missus cook.” John hummed, going to one of the dresser drawers to pull out some pajamas. “Still on the fence, Herc?” He asked, looking over to the oldest of the four boys who was stretched out on his bed.

Hercules nodded. “Yup.”

“Hercules, mon frère, I think we might have a place here… The Washingtons seem really nice, and they seem to want us.” Lafayette spoke, looking over the edge of his bunk. “Give them a chance.”

“I’m giving them more than a day, Laf.” Said Hercules, looking up at Lafayette. “You guys remember that one house from like a year ago? The one we couldn’t even last a day in? I’ve learned well enough not to judge everyone by first impressions.”

The other boys glanced at one another before Alexander went to stand next to Hercules. “Just… Give them a chance, okay?”

The oldest for the four gave Alexander a grin, reaching over and ruffling the younger boy’s hair. “Don’t you worry, Alex. I’ll adjust.”

“Alright, guys. Time to go.” (Name) spoke as she grabbed the keys to the van. She watched as the men of the house quickly scrambled to get their stuff packed and their breakfast down.

Three weeks into the new routine with four growing boys in the house, and everything was running rather smoothly. The boys had grown comfortable in the home, even the reserved Hercules.

Alexander had already read almost half of (Name)’s personal library, Lafayette helped make most of the meals, and John and Hercules helped around the house. The boys had all gotten the school supplies they need from a shopping trip to the mall, and their foster parents even treated them all to a dinner out and a movie.

(Name) and George discovered John had a talent for sketching, and turtles for whatever reason. Hercules could actually be very passionate about something once he set his mind to it. The teen actually had an eye for fashion of all things. Alexander loved writing, as he had told (Name), but the husband and wife were both surprised at the amount of how much he could write and how beautifully he wrote. (Name) was pleasantly surprised when she realized that Lafayette knew his way around the kitchen, and gladly took the opportunity to include more French cuisine in the family’s diet.

So far, life was in a comfortable and steady pace.

The boys grabbed their backpacks and made their way out to the van, George joined (Name) by the door, pressing a kiss to her head like usual.

“I’m simply amazed at how easy this is now.” George spoke, watched as the boys debated about who got the furthest back seats or the middle seats.

“I told you this would work.” (Name) chuckled as she walked out with her husband, locking the door behind them. “Let’s get to work.” She told her husband before leading him to the family van, throwing him the keys. “Your turn.”

George rolled his eyes and went to the driver’s side door. “Alright guys, all in.” He told the boys. Soon enough, Hercules and Alexander were in the back row, while John and Lafayette were in the middle row. George and (Name) both took their seats and the drive to school began.

“So, you boys ready for school today?” (Name) asked, looking in the rear view mirror to look back at the boys.

Oui, but I am not looking forward to my math class.” Lafayette grumbled, letting out a yawn.

“Oh yeah, you have a quiz today, right?” George questioned as he turned out of the neighborhood.

“Yup.” Alexander affirmed as he looked up from the book he was reading.

(Name) chuckled, looking over at her husband. “Aren’t the seventh grade boys going through physical exams today?”

“If by ‘physical exams’ you mean me testing what the kids can do athletic wise, then yes.” George replied.

“I hope you’re up for the challenge, John.” (Name) said, looking over her shoulder at the freckled boy.

John grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Please. I’m gonna blow all those guys away.”

“We’ll see about that.” George chuckled. “Let’s just see if you can’t not embarrass yourself in front of the sixth grade, since they do have a P.E. class during yours.”

“Hey, that just gives us a chance to cheer John on.” Alexander said, leaning forward and nudging John’s shoulder from the seat behind him.

Hercules let out a yawn. “Just don’t embarrass yourselves too much out there, I have a rep in the high school I’m trying to uphold. I don’t need you dorks ruining that.”

“The heck kind of rep you got?!” John exclaimed. “You were complaining about how you couldn’t pick up a junior!”

(Name) couldn’t help but laugh as the boys talked, looking over at her husband as he continued to drive. Reaching a hand over, she gently rubbed his arm.

“Mrs. Washington! Your phone’s ringing!”

(Name) turned around from the whiteboard to see Eliza raising her hand, her head looking towards the phone that sat on (Name)’s desk.

Merci, Eliza.” (Name) spoke quickly as she went to answer the phone. “Mrs. Washington.” She said into the receiver.

“(Name), when the class period ends, I need you to meet me in my office.” She heard George speak.

The woman’s eyebrows furrowed. “Okay… What happened?”

“A bit of a scuffle during the physical exams. We need to have a talk with our middle schoolers.”

(Name) walked briskly out of her classroom when the bell rang, ending the period. She moved past students as they flooded the halls, making her way out of the building and heading to the gym. Stepping into the spacious building, she turned into a hallway and turned again into her husband’s office. George sat at his desk as he spoke to their three middle school foster sons.

“Are you boys alright?” (Name) asked, walking over to George’s desk and watching as all the boys looked in her direction.

“It wasn’t our fault!”

“Lee started it!”

Nous étions seulement cousin défendre!

“Boys!” George spoke sternly, effectively silencing the three. He let out a sigh, turning to his wife. “As I said on the phone… There was a scuffle during the exams.”

(Name) turned to the three boys, all three were averting her gaze. “What happened?”

John reluctantly looked up. “Lee… Charles Lee was being a jerk. So I shut him up.”

“By doing what?” (Name) questioned.

He fidgeted in his seat. “I… Might have pushed him into a basket ball rack.”

“And gave him a bloody nose.” George added.

“He deserved it!” John protested, standing up.

“Yeah!” Alexander agreed. “He was slandering you both!”

(Name)’s eyebrows raised in surprise, looking at her husband who looked just as surprised. “What did he say?”

Lafayette looked up at (Name). “He… He said that Monsieur Washington wasn’t fit to be a coach and that he should just go back to the battlefield where he came from… And that you should just quit teaching and…” He stopped, as if he was too disgusted to go on.

“Lafayette.” (Name) went over to the boy and kneeled to meet his gaze. “What did he say?”

“He said you were a horrible teacher… And said that if you wanted a job so bad that you could have just slept with the principle instead of marrying a coach… ” He mumbled, disgusted with the fact that he even had to repeat it.

(Name) felt her face heat up in embarrassment and anger. Looking back at her husband, she could tell that he was trying to control his own anger. She let out a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. “Okay… That teacher thing I can understand considering he thinks that I purposely gave him an F on a test.”

She looked over at her husband who was standing from his seat and walking over to join his wife. “Boys… You know you didn’t have to do such a thing. We’re teachers, and we can fight our own battles.” George spoke as he leaned against his desk.

“We know… But you two have been so nice to us.” Alexander spoke.

“You didn’t deserve what he was saying. Either of you.” John agreed, looking up at the husband and wife.

“We wanted to try and give back.” Lafayette added, wringing his hands.

(Name) felt a small smile pull at her lips. She looked over at George, her husband just shook his head with a small sigh.

“You guys are good kids, you know?” He spoke, smiling at the three boys.

(Name) stepped forward and brought the three boys into a hug. She felt the three stiffen, but soon relax after a moment or two.

“Next time someone tries talking about me and George that way, please don’t resort to violence.”

“Yes ma’am.”



A week had gone by since the incident with Charles Lee, kid got himself suspended for two weeks and a month’s worth of detention when he came back. The three boys didn’t get away scott-free, but they learned their lessons. Hercules wasn’t happy that he was the last one to find out about the whole thing, but he got over it pretty quickly after knowing that his three brothers were okay.

(Name) yawned, waking up from resting on her husband’s shoulder after a new family tradition: Family Movie Night. Every Saturday after dinner, the family would settle down and watch a movie that someone had picked. It being John’s turn, he decided on Avatar. At some point, George fell asleep, and (Name) followed in suit.

What surprised (Name) when she looked around, was that the living room was empty aside from her and George, who was quietly snoring next to her. She carefully stood as to not disturb George and walked down the dark hall. Upon peeking into the boy’s room, she smiled at what she saw.

Hercules was setting Alexander down in his bed, brushing his dark hair out of his face before tucking him in. He peeked up at John, who was snoring away in his bunk. Just as he turned to go back to his own bed, he met (Name)’s gaze.

“C’ome on, I think we should have a little chat.” She said quietly, motioning with her head for Hercules to follow her.

Hercules looked at his sleeping brothers before giving (Name) a nod, he was told and followed the woman through the home and to the front porch.

“Do you always do that when George and I fall asleep? Carry the boys to their beds?” (Name) asked, closing the door behind her and Hercules.

“I guess.” He answered with a shrug, leaning against the railing and looking out at the dark neighborhood. “I used to send them to bed in other foster homes… I guess I’m just used to helping them get there.”

(Name) nodded in understanding. “I understand… You’re a very responsible young man, Hercules.”

He huffed a laugh. “I got those knuckleheads in loco parentis… I want to be someone they can depend on.”

“And what about you?” (Name) asked.

Hercules frowned. “I depend on myself and my brothers…” He mumbled. He glanced at (Name) for a moment, but turned his head away.

The woman watched the teenager, a sigh leaving her lips. She looked up at the night sky. “Tell me a secret.”

“Huh?” Hercules quirked a brow at the woman.

“You tell me a secret, and I tell you one.” She explained, flashing the boy a smile.

The teen still looked uneasy, but he gave in with a huff. “I can’t forgive horrible parents… Parents who abandon their kids.” He began. “I can’t forgive Alex’s dad for walking out on him and his mom. I can’t forgive John’s dad for giving him up, I can’t forgive Laf’s mom for leaving him, and I can’t forgive my parents…”

“But without all of your parents… You all wouldn’t be brothers.” (Name) reasoned gently.

“That doesn’t matter!” Hercules protested, glaring at the ground. “We made it through Hell to get somewhere good… We made it through Hell to get here.” He murmured, glancing up at (Name) before averting his gaze. “Your turn.”

The woman chuckled softly, nodding. “George and I were never able to have kids of our own.” She began, giving Hercules a sad smile when he looked over at her.


She nodded. “I wasn’t able to carry a baby… George and I came to the conclusion that we either adopt or we become foster parents.”

Hercules stared at (Name) for a good few minutes before speaking again. “Why foster parents?”

“George knew what it was like to lose family members at a young age… He and I agreed that we don’t want any kid to feel like that unless we had a say in it… We wanted to help.”

The teen stared quietly at (Name), the woman met his gaze and smiled at him. She places a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance.

“I’m glad that we were able to give you boys a place you can call home.” (Name) said to the teenager.

“Yeah… We are too.” Hercules agreed. “First night, the kids were completely taken with you two.” He laughed.

“Were not!”

The two turned to the front door, which was now cracked open. Several hushed yells were heard behind the door, as well as frantic hushing.

“You knuckleheads are supposed to be in bed.” Hercules spoke as he opened the door, revealing his three brothers, as well as George who stood over them.

“Yes, but the ‘knuckleheads’ were wondering where their brother and foster mother went… Or where their ‘Mom’, ‘Ma’, and ‘Maman’ was.”

(Name)’s eyebrows rose in surprise, looking down at the three boys who were shuffling nervously. “Well, I’m glad that my sons were concerned about me and their brother.”

“We were.” Alexander agreed. “I mean… We knew where Dad was.”

“Yeah, you could hear him snore from our room.” John agreed, flinching when he heard George cleared his throat. 

“But papa got worried too when he didn’t know where you two were.” Lafayette piped up, looking up at (Name) and Hercules.

(Name) smiled at her husband, giving him a nod before patting Hercules’ back. “Come on boys, let’s get you all into bed. It’s getting late.”

It took a few minutes or wrangling and corralling, but the couple managed to get the boys into their bedroom and into their beds with the help of Hercules. (Name) stood at the door with George, smiling at the boys as they settled down.

“Good night, boys.” George spoke. “Sleep well.”

“We’ll see you in the morning.” (Name) promised.

“Good night.”


Bonne nuit.

“Night… Mom. Dad.”

(Name) smiled at her husband, taking him by the hand and leading him to their bedroom. As George closed the door, (Name) wrapped her arms around his broad chest and kissed him fondly. “I love our boys.” She hummed.

George pulled away, smiling at his wife in agreement. “I love them too.”

NCT 127 reaction where their gf is a '00 liner and her height is 177cm

Taeil would try and push himself away when he realized he had fallen head over heals for a ‘00 liner. He would force himself to look at you as a friend even taking in the fact you’re taller than him, but when that didn’t work he would wait until you became older because, at the end of the day, age is just a number.

“I’ll wait for you.”

Originally posted by xehunted

He would go crazy when he snapped out of his little dream, you were young and he knew in the back of his head right now was not right to date. He didn’t mind your height, he wouldn’t distance himself just keep reminding himself to wait a few years.

“Johnny what have you done…”

Originally posted by withsuh

He wouldn’t keep his feeling hidden, you both would have a mature talk about how you both felt. You both would agree that age is just a number, but both of you weren’t ready to take the next step into a relationship. Both of you would hold back but knew it was for the best to wait to date.

“Friends now,  more later…deal”

Originally posted by jongdabae

You were only just a small bit taller than him, but that’s not what threw him off, it was your age. He knew he like you. But the only thing standing in the way was the age gap. He would make a deal with himself to wait on his feelings. He knew they were strong so he put them through the biggest test… Time.

“ Let’s just wait and see.”

Originally posted by omg-hyung

He was in the middle of just saying whatever and asking you out, He would lean more towards the side of wait just little longer for both of you to mature. It would be painful for the heart. But he knew it was for the best. For both of you.

“Just a little longer, just a tiny bit.”

Originally posted by taesyong

Jaehyun and you just started dating, he didn’t care about the age difference, but if anyone sent you hate, he would back you up.  He likes you, he didn’t care that you were young. He didn’t look at you as a kid, he looked at you like his girlfriend.

“No matter what they say, I’m going keep holding your hand.”

Originally posted by neotechs

WinWin is a shy guy, he would take a while to ask you out. He questioned the age at first, but after some thinking he wasn’t going to just hide how he felt. He would be a clingy boyfriend, always showing you all his love. He’s a sweet boy, but if anyone came after you, he would quickly change.

“Age is just a number, I’m not going let her go just because you’re jealous.”

Originally posted by chokemewinwin

The age wouldn’t matter, it was only one year. He would feel a little shy about the height but in the end, he would give up on his pride, he loved you and really at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered. He would just politely push off the haters with a smile.

“Her height? I love it, it’s she beautiful.”

Originally posted by neotechs

You both being the same age would be amazing, he’s not done growing so the height didn’t matter, even if you were taller, the boy would sassy you a few levels down. You’re both still young, so it would be such a cute relationship always playful.
“You may be taller now but just wait Y/N!”

Originally posted by haenyan


For @daria-septiceye (my tumblr is glitching like hell tonight) **YURI PLISETSKY HEADCANONS**

Yuri gets so jealous (point and case victor and yuri) so whenever anyone looked at his s/o he’d glare at them so damn much

He has a threatening presence to most people, but with his s/o he becomes kinder, and more open

Victor would notice the change in Yuri, everyone around him would see how the Russian punk became a sweet, caring and more down to earth young man

He’d buy his s/o roses so often that the local florist stocks them specially, knowing he’ll buy them for you

After skating, lil Yurio gets sleepy and naps on the sofa

When asleep, his face looks softer and younger, more innocent

Yurio develops a strong relationship with Yuuri’s mom, he once called her Mom, by mistake

Yurio looks up to Victor, so much that whenever victor performs his more complex jumps, Yuri’s heart stops for a second out of fear that victor will mess up his landing

He’d do anything to beat Victor and Yuri, so much that he works himself to exhaustion practicing

Inside his wardrobe, you’ll find nothing but animal print

His s/o and Viktor once held an intervention for his “animal print addiction” Yuri wasn’t impressed and kicked them out, sulking like a child for the next week over it

When he comes with Victor and Yuuri (and his s/o) he’d sit in the bar with a juice box (Capri sunnnnnnn) and it leads to many funny Instagram pictures of a grumpy Yuri

He’s more into quick small kisses, and blushes whenever his s/o kisses him

Is the type to be rude to waitresses, which his s/o scolds him for

This poor boy can’t dance unless he’s on ice, his dancing is worse than dad dancing (take a second to imagine this)

His singing isn’t much better, never ask him to karaoke because, it’s not a nice experience.

When his s/o is sick, he’d go above and beyond. Making tea and soup whenever and cancelling practice to help his s/o

anonymous asked:

Wait 💓 for thelightningsoul!!! I forgot was in my main

“What’s brought all this on? I’ve never known you to be so forward…” Tom circled Harry, watching him with the same hungry eyes that a python uses when it encircles a particularly adorable rabbit. “It’s not that I’m complaining, dear. Really, it’s a refreshing change that you should actually admit to you’re inclinations…” He trailed a slender finger along Harry’s jawline, tilting his head up to look into those startling green eyes. Everyone always noted how beautiful those almond shaped eyes were upon meeting the young man, but as Tom looked at him and tilted his head slightly in curiosity, it was not Harry’s eyes that entranced him.

No, it was the sweet vulnerability of him. It was the truthfulness, the openness of his stance, his hesitating breath, his general naiveté. It was all the things which Tom witnessed, and never experienced. It was the love in his eyes, and the fear in his heart. Or…perhaps it was the other way around…? Either way, it didn’t matter. He wanted it. He wanted to own it. He wanted to collect it and keep it like a heavy locket, or an aged ring or even a well worn diary. He wanted it like he wanted everything else in this world: conquered, tamed, and ready for his own personal use.

Tom kissed him gently, savoring the taste of the intimacy before pulling back. “Was that so difficult?” He whispered, his breath ghosting Harry’s lips. “You know my terms. You know what you will gain.

There was a pause between them, a heartbeat of a moment where their eyes locked and Tom could barely stand the tension behind the power of that raw, vulnerable, loving gaze. It hurt him to look, but he could not bear to look away. 

“Make your decision soon, Harry. We don’t have much time.” For all of his grandeur, there was an undeniable note of fear in Tom Riddle’s voice.


why yall ageist?

One thing I seen against Jashi is from feminists saying “reducing” Ashi to a love interest is sexist and blah blah #bornsexyyesterday. And some anti Jashi don’t like them together because of the age difference as well but yall want to be so “progressive” and want representations of different kinds if love but why yall so ageist? Ashi is a woman in her 20s. She is of the age of being mature enough to make her own decisions and give consent. He ain’t a pedophile for being Ina relationship with a younger woman. There are celebrities that have massive age gaps. Ryan Reynolds is a decade older than his wife and is beloved. George Clooney is like17 years older than his wife and he’s still considered a sex symbol. Jay z is 12 years older than Beyonce but they are considered the royalty of hip hop/rnb couple. Alec Baldwin is 26 years older than his wife.

There are female celebrities that are older then their men. Aaron Taylor Johnson aka Kickass is 26 and his wife is 50. And I know how we women are. We will celebrate this and saw aw it’s so sweet that Aaron doesn’t care about her age and defend it by saying men have younger wives so why can’t dome wives have younger husbands? We look at it as progressive. Aaron is a grown ass man that can marry whoever he wants and make his own decisions. It doesn’t matter that he is in his twenties if he wants to be with a woman 24 years older than him. 

And then there is other fictional characters. Like Kida from Atlantis. She looks young but she is actually like thousands of years older than her male love interest. Wonder Woman is hundreds of years older than her love interests. For the most part there has never been a problem with that because you can’t even tell. Like Jack these female characters are youthful looking so you wouldn’t even be able to tell the age difference unless they mention it. But it’s funny cause if it’s an older woman with a younger man it’s feminist but if it’s the opposite he’s a dirty scumbag perv while she is just a dumb manipulated little thing that doesn’t know she is being violated or something. 

Royal Pains

Request: Arranged marriage between Spoiled!prince!ben and princess!reader?! But the reader is also highly skilled in martial arts and weapons and stuff?! Idk. They hate eachother at first but end up loving eachother? Cliche i know lol

A/N: Thank you @kyoiskami​ for the request! I know an anon also wanted me to do something off of this hc list so i tried incorporating that in here, too! P.S. let’s believe Alderaan still exists along with Naboo…Enjoy! x

Warning: Making Out (?)

Word Count: 3K+

Ben Organa-Solo—oh how you loathed that so-called prince—he was spoiled, a brat, and in simple terms: an egotistical douchebag. You were well aware of who his parents—mother—were and he was well aware of who your parents were…yet, you two looked past that and couldn’t seem to not bump heads each and every single time you two had been around one another. He was your least favorite person in the entire universe—far more worse than that general of the First Order who you couldn’t stand either. You were quite thankful his home planet was quite the distance away from your home planet, so it gave you peace of mind. Little did you know that your favorite person was about to meet you for something you could not turn down.

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