matchmaking

anonymous asked:

concept: Senpai and Yan-chan/kun are already dating since their first year of high-school. Senpai <b>really</b> loves them, and Yan-chan/kun does too. One day childhood friend Osana Najimi comes back from spending years abroad. Yan-chan/kun sees Osana as a "threat" and wants to eliminate her, peacefully. Peacefully (matchmaking, etc...) because Yan-chan/kun isn't batshit crazy or void of emotions. Yan-chan/kun just wants to protect their significant other.

Not bad!

Batman is gay

I just realized even when Batman first came out people thought he was gay. I mean, he and Joker did have some pretty spicy moments. The creators were so desperate to make him straight that they attempted to make him a love interest. Batwoman. She was disliked and in later comics was a lesbian. So now I’m just imagining Batwoman coming back to Bruce because she needs to save her girlfriend or something and Robin and all the sidekicks freak out because she’s been out of the business forever. Imagining her being batmom is adorable. To top it off, Joker sees them, and gets super jealous. Then Batwoman proceeds to be like, “Me? I’m super gay. Even if I wasn’t- Batman? Really?! Nah, he’s all yours. He obsesses over you and dedicates almost every moment to you.” Then she winks to a facepalming Batman. Then wingwomen Harley show up and is all like, “FINALLY! Someone else gets it!” Because in original and some more recent comics, Harley is gay with Poison Ivy and is Joker’s gay best friend and sidekick.

So to sum it up: I want Batwoman and Harley to be gay best friends/wingwomen to Batman and Joker.

whatthehellbells  asked:

Hello darlings, do you have any recs of Stiles trying to help Derek to date? Or trying to teach him how to do that, and obviously faling in love with him in the process? I <3 you guys and all the effort you put on this blog!

Here’s Stiles matchmaking with endgame Sterek.  - Anastasia

Originally posted by lostinnarration

(get it….match!)

Matchmakers Need Love Too by april_zephyr (April_Zephyr)

(1/1 I 1,743 I Teen)

It was an incredibly boring day, Stiles headed to campus early because he wanted to catch up on his reading materials and he currently lacked the book he needed so his only option was to go to the library. He occasionally hated himself for being so selfless because he agreed to meet his crazy boss’s niece five hours earlier than the time he originally planned.
“You must be Stiles.” A very beautiful brunette smiled, practically purring as she took a seat beside him.

“The one and only. What gave me away?” Stiles laughed, closing the book shut. He was running on borrowed time and he was sure the librarian would be pissed off if he kept it longer than he promised.

“Peter has a way of describing people so I guess it was pretty easy to find you.” She grinned, “My name is Laura. So do you know why my uncle asked you to meet me?”

“Nope, but I guess this is what you’re going to explain to me now.”

“I like you. But I’m here for business right now, so my uncle tells me that you have a way of finding people life partners.”

Silver & Red by redhoodedwolf

(1/1 I 8,193 I Teen)

In which there is a heart stealer and a heart stealer, and only one of them is metaphorical.

Matchmaker by lover_of_love19

(8/? I 12,511 I Not Rated)

Derek wanted Stiles help set him up with Stiles’ brother, but the more he hangs out with Stiles, the less he remembers his original objective.

OR

Where Stiles agrees to set Derek up with his twin brother even though Stiles totally wants into Derek’s pants.

See Derek Date by mikkimouse

(5/5 I 20,699 I Explicit)

When Derek sees his ex-boyfriend, Jordan, for the first time in ten years, he tells a little white lie about his love life (or lack thereof). Of course, that all blows up in his face when his sister Cora finds out and demands that Derek bring his (imaginary) boyfriend to her wedding.

Now he’s got one month to change that “imaginary” boyfriend into an actual one.

A Neutrino Walks Through a Bar by Moku

(1/1 I 45,261 I Teen)

Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year.

And he really didn’t know how that had happened.

paris matchmakers au

so there’s an issue. ladybug and chat noir, the famous superhero duo of paris, are madly in love with each other. everyone can see it, the whole of paris in fact, but they don’t have a clue. so here’s the bottom line: it’s time for paris to make those two realize their true feelings for one another.

  • they start with matchmaking segments on the evening news. betting pools are quick to follow. 
    • mayor bourgeois currently has 100 euros for “ship development/first kiss” on valentines day, but no one believes that’ll ever happen. (they all are actually quite happy to hand over his winnings).
    • “and now to pierre with our local ladynoir sightings.”
    • “our ladynoir matchmaking challenge. 1:7 akumas are caused by this.”
  • little old ladies come up to chat noir posing as ladybug’s grandmother try to set him up with “oh my sweet granddaughter, oh you’d just love her!
  • ladybug and chat noir stop on a rooftop to regroup during patrol and suddenly there’s a noise, and they turn around to see the homeowner discretely sliding them a picnic basket and candle with a wink before disappearing. 
  • they hold news specials on television. psychologists, relationship gurus, therapists, behavior analysts, renowned scientists… they all make an appearance and analyze the latest footage from ladybug and chat noir’s battles and interactions.
    • “do you see how he took that blow for her? he doesn’t want anything to happen to her, and that’s a sign of a man who cares.”
    • “she touched his nose. no, she booped his nose, and according to the youngin’s these days, that’s a clear sign of affection.”
    • “he was blushing. no, no, he was blushing…. no, no, why would that be wind burn? he’s obviously blushing, god, deborah.”
  • fake akuma alerts that lead the superheroes to a random cafe with a chef shrugging and proclaiming in a loud voice, “well, i thought that was an akuma! but alas, it was not. i am terribly sorry. but, oh no, all my customers have left! and now i have a romantic candelit dinner that will now go to waste! oh whatever should i do?!
  • during an interview, ladybug is asked who her “celebrity crush” is, and she accidentally blurted out adrien. suddenly adrien is the Most Hated Man In Paris™.
    • mayor bourgeois, chloe’s dad, ships ladynoir™ hardcore and won’t let adrien into the hotel anymore. “you’ll give us a bad rep, son.”
    • gabriel has to cancel adrien’s photoshoots since using him will be bad for business. adrien is ecstatic and fuels the ladrien™ as much as he can.
    • eventually ladybug sets the record straight once the mobs start and says that she’s more of a “cat person” anyway. 
  • whenever ladynoir and chat noir was alone, Can You Feel The Love Tonight?, My Heart Will Go On, and A Thousand Years will randomly be played by conveniently (strategically) placed around the city.
  • eventually ladybug and chat noir agree to fake date to get paris off their backs. there’s a parade. national ladynoir day. school is cancelled.
    • “so when are you gonna propose?” is the question chat noir hears the most.
Imagine Ellen setting you and Tom Up

Summery: Okay so in this imagine you are a pretty big actor who has made quite a few movies. You’re pretty famous and well known. A HUGE fan of Spiderman and Tom Holland, which Ellen knows. Little do you know that Tom is a huge fanboy of you as well. So, Ellen decided to play matchmaker and see if she can make her two guests fall in love.

 Key: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/L/N) = your last name (C/F/N)=Celebrity friend name (S/N) =Ship Name (O/C/F) =other celebrity friend __________________________________________ 


 You pace back and forth in your dressing room, trying your best to calm your nerves before going on live television. This isn’t he first time you will have been on television, but it is the first time you’ll be on the Ellen show. You had met Ellen at the last Emmy awards and you two had gotten along quite well, even becoming friends. The blonde invited you to be on the show after she saw the trailer for your latest film “Falling For a Lost Cause” about making the most out of life and love. It was kind of ironic how you played in a dramatic love story and yet had nobody for yourself to love. Well, romantically that is. Unless you count your obsession over Tom Holland. 

You had been a huge Spiderman fan ever since you were younger when you used to steal your brother’s comic books, and now that they’d come out with another reboot of the movie, you could honestly say you were in love. Toby and Andrew had also taken a toll on you as you spent countless night dreaming about them, but when Tom Holland was announced as the new web slinging hero, you fell head over heels. It may have been due to the fact that he was closer in age than the other two, or maybe it was the way his chocolate brown orbs could make you melt. 

 You had almost met him once. You were invited to the Doctor Strange premiere and saw the man of your dreams doing an interview, being his nerdy self. When your close friend (C/F/N) finally pushed you to talk to him (and I literally mean she shoved you into him) you bumped into him rather hard and stumbled, losing your footing and pulling Tom down with you while others froze, watching the embarrassing ordeal. Immediately you began spitting out apologies, stumbling over your words and turning a bright shade of red to match the shade you were pretty sure matched Tom’s as people helped you to your feet. As you stood up, Tom said nothing as he stared at you, frozen and making you more embarrassed. You remember thinking ‘oh god, he hates me’ before literally running away. 

 You booked it down the red carpet, going past interviews and other celebrities before you hid behind your other friend (O/C/F), the whole night making sure that you wouldn’t see Tom Holland again. 

 The next morning your twitter feed was filled with clips of the embarrassing night before. As well as the many people commenting (S/N) anywhere they could. You shake your head as you recall the embarrassing memory from over 6 months ago, stopping your pacing and plopping down on the couch, smoothing out the white robe you had on that you’d be removing to change into the black dress hanging up. 

 Deciding to kill time and get your mind off things, you change into the tight long sleeve black dress and your black strap on heels when you hear a knock on the door. As you put in your right earring, grabbing your left, you head to the door. 

 Curiously, you turn the handle and peer out to see who you recognized as Andy, with a headset on and an embarrassed look on his face. “Oh hey,” you smiled, putting in your other earring as you opened you door further, now seeing a camera crew behind the average man. “Uh hey to you too?” you said to the cameras suspiciously. “Andy right?” you asked as you shook the man’s hand. He nodded “yep, and you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N) right?” he asked sarcastically. You laughed slightly, “Yuppo, that’s me,” you say in a slightly off voice and immediately scolding yourself mentally or your weirdness afterwords. 

 Andy however, laughs and you cringe, “Sorry I don’t know why I did that,” you giggle, “That was weird.” you laugh with Andy as he shakes his head, “No, you’re fine. Ellen just wants a word with you before the show.” he explains and you nod suspiciously, “a word with me?” you ask and Andy nods, “And a camera crew?” you ask, knowing Ellen is planning something. “She wants to document it, for memories.” he says not convincing you in the least. “Uh huh,” you nod suspiciously as Andy begins walking away.

 "Should I be scared?“ You ask the camera, to which the man holding it only smiles, "Come on man,” you laugh, following Andy, “Give me a hint,” you whisper shout making the cameraman smile once more, “Ugh you are no help.” you groan, trudging after Andy down a few halls. 

 Stopping, you take off your heels to ease the pain in the balls of your feet, running to catch up with Andy as he stops in front of a room. “Is this the part where you murder me?” you joke as Andy stays straight faced, answering by opening the door. “Andy?” you ask, a chill going up your spine, as you step into the room. “Are you actually going to murder me?” you ask, your smile dropping as Andy closes the door suddenly, trapping you inside. Your eyes widen as you rush to the door, hitting the wood “Andy!” you exclaim, hearing nobody on the other side. 

 You groan turning around sliding down the door. “Ugh,” you say, before seeing a camera on the far wall. Suddenly your blood runs cold, “Ellen if you scare me I swear I’ll die!” you warn, standing up and pacing the room, stopping before another hidden camera. “I’m genuinely afraid right now,” you laugh slightly before you hear the door open behind you. 

 You almost turn around before you hear a voice you recognize, “Wait in there?” the British accent speaks, and you freeze, immedietly knowing who it is. “Nah mate, I feel like she’s gonna jump out at me.” Tom speaks once more and you almost laugh as you hear his footsteps stumble into the room and hear the door slam once more. You glare at the camera in front of you, shaking your head angrily at Ellen who was most likely watching. Then you heard Tom speak again, “Uh, miss?” he spoke uncertainly and you made a face, not wanting to address him and have him remember you. “Do you know why I’m in here?” he asks, his voice getting closer. You turn around slowly, eyes trained on the floor as you try not to make eye contact, “I know about as much as you do,” you sigh, finally making yourself look up at Tom. Oh God, why did he have to look so good. His hair was slicked and he was wearing a t-shirt and Denim jeans. He probably hadn’t changed for the show yet.

 You had no idea he would be on the show today, if you did you would have been a lot more nervous. As you studied him, you noticed that he froze, his eyes trained on you as he stood tense, a light pink dusting his features. He probably was remembering the last time you saw him, when you completely embarrassed him. 

 You smiled shyly as he broke out into a huge grin, his mouth hanging open, “Y-you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” he exclaimed, his arms making a huge gesture. You furrowed your brows as he stared at you, “Yeah?” you said uncertainly as Tom exploded with energy, pacing around the room with his hands messing up his hair excitedly, the smile never leaving his face, “O-oh my God!” he exclaimed, “I am just such a huge fan.” he explained, coming up and grabbing your hand to shake it quite quickly, “I love you in (M/T) and (O/M/T) just,” he sighed, reminiscing, “Absolutely amazing!” he explained, going on and about you and how much of a fan he was. 

 To say you were shocked would be an understatement. This man you were practically in love with, whom you thought hated you, was a complete fanboy! Finally, not being able to stay silent anymore, you exploded, “Me? You like me?” you asked in astonishment, your eyes wide as you stared him up and down, “I am like your biggest fan!” you exclaimed, “Y-you’re just so talented and funny.” you went on, “I cried when I watched the impossible, and I NEVER cry…besides Disney movies…” you mumble as you continued to compliment Tom and his work. 

 He stood there starstruck until you finally said, “and I thought you hated me after I embarrassed you on the red carpet,” to which Tom furrowed his brows, “What? no!” he disagreed, “Yeah!” you exclaim, “I mean, I pulled you to the ground in front of millions of viewers and to be fair you didn’t even say a word to me–" 

 "That’s because I was star struck!” he interrupts, “and you ran off before I could introduce myself. I found it quite funny actually,” he laughed with you, “Ugh. Well you know me, trying to avoid embarrassing encounters only by making them more awkward,” you face palmed. Tom laughed mumbling something under his breath you couldn’t quite make out. 

“Oh and don’t even get me started on Spiderman,” you exclaim as Tom’s head shoots up, “I mean, I love him so much it’s not even funny.” you laugh as Tom smiles widely, “No way, YOU love Spiderman?” he asks you and you nod obviously, giving him a “duh” face. “I love Spiderman too!” he exclaims, “What are the odds?” he says sarcastically as you laugh with him. 

 Finally your laughter dies down and you realize you were still trapped in this room, and the show should start in 20 minutes. “How are we gonna get out?” you say suddenly, both of your eyes widening.

Just then, you hear a voice all too familiar on the com on the right side of the room, “I’ll let you out if you kiss,” Ellen’s voice breaks through, causing your eyes to widen and face to turn to a shade resembling a tomato. 

You hear her snickers before the com cuts off and you cough awkwardly, not even daring to spare Tom a glance, “Come on Ellen,” You groan, giving Tom an awkward smile, in which he returns shyly.

After what seems like forever, but was most likely just a few minutes, Tom’s stomach growls, causing you to laugh and gasp, “Ellen, we got a starving boy in here!” You exclaim as Tom begins to laugh, “What kind of monster traps someone in a room with no food!” You laugh with Tom as he kicks the ground with his foot.

About ten seconds later, a box slides under the small space under the door. Immediately, you rush to the box, pulling it out the rest of the way and jumping with glee.

Tom walks over curiously, “What is it?” He asks before I open the box, smiling even wider before I answer, “The cure to everything,” I sigh, “Aka, pizza.” I laugh as Tom groans teasingly, “I call first slice,” You declare, pulling out a slice and shoving it into your mouth. 

You look over at Tom who’s eyes are wide with shock, “What?” You ask though a mouthful of cheesy goodness, “We’re trapped in here and you’re worried about getting the first slice?” He asks astonished. You glare at him teasingly, “You got something against pizza?” You ask as Tom immedietly widens his chocolate orbs and raises his hands in defense, “I didn’t say that,”  he declares as you level a playful glare at him, “Good, I almost had to kill you for a second.” Tom giggled, actually giggled, “Well, we can’t have that now can we?” he laughs and you laugh with him, handing him the pizza box as he takes out a slice. 

The two of you sit there in silence, eating pizza and sharing awkward glances, both resulting in blushing and looking down at the floor.

“The show starts in 15 minutes and I haven’t even gone to wardrobe,” he throws his head back and groans once more. You laugh at him, “After eating this greasy goodness, I need to get my makeup redone.” You sigh, “Guess we’re both in trouble,”

Tom mumbles something under his breath you can’t quite make out as you turn to him curiously, “What?” You ask and Tom looks at you in embarrassment, as if he was hoping you didn’t hear him. “S-sorry, no it was stupid…forget it.” he said too quickly, his eyes darting back to the floor.

You furrowed your brows, “No, I didn’t hear you, what was it?” you asked, genuinely curious as Tom looked up from the floor at you shyly, a pink dusting his cheeks, “I…er,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, making you smile at his shyness, “I, um, I said maybe we should just do it…” he trailed off as you smiled at him, your cheeks turning bright red. 

“You mean kiss?” You ask, immedietly getting nervous and twiddling your thumbs. “Yeah…” Tom said, now seeming certain and determined as his eyes bore into mine. 

“I-I mean unless you don’t want to we could just–” You interrupt him, placing your right hand on the back of his neck and pulling his face towards yours to press your lips onto his. 

As soon as your tender flesh meets, Tom’s hand goes to your waist, pulling you impossibly close as your hand goes up to mess with his dark curls which were so much softer than you’d imagined.

The kiss was hungry and passionate and needy. neither of you wanted to break away as the door opened.

Finally you forced yourself to pull your lips from his, out of breath as Tom smiled at you slightly, his eyes wide, “Tastes like pizza,” he mumbles before Ellen and a camera crew come barging in, the blonde laughing hysterically, her face red as she stares at the two of you in shock, with mischief in her eye.

You had no time to be embarrassed as the crew dragged you and Tom away to your wardrobes where hair and makeup were waiting for you.

As they dolled you up, fixed your hair and rearranged your outfit, you sat in shock, not believing what just happened. You just kissed your celebrity crush, and he kissed you back. 

You touched your lips chastely as you recalled his lips that were once there, on yours…

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A/N: Part two will be what happens when the show actually starts and Ellen shows the audience your guys’ footage. It may even lead to a relationship.


Originally posted by poptartcalum

Originally posted by degeneresellen

mag-freakin-neto  asked:

A Sterek sentence starter prompt if you want to: “We always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too.”

I’m such a slut for bed sharing. (also on ao3!)

“I mean, we always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing a bed for the night will be fine,” Stiles said but somehow Derek didn’t share Stiles’ optimism.

To celebrate the end of the fall semester, the pack decided to go on vacation together. There had been a vote and while a few of them would have preferred a trip to somewhere tropical and warm, ultimately camping won out.

As it just so happened, Derek’s family owned a luxury cabin nestled comfortably in the Rocky Mountains on the very edge of the Hales’ vast territory.  It was perfect for the pack vacation, far enough away from civilization that everyone could have some well deserved uninterrupted downtime but close enough to a nearby town that they did not have to go without modern amenities.

The cabin was beautiful, made of dark stained oak with large windows that let the pale winter sunlight shine into the living room and gave the cabin a bit of a Frank Lloyd Wright feel. It had a large stone fireplace that warmed the whole house, a beautiful centerpiece to the wondrous cabin.

Along with the multiple bedrooms and spacious living room, the cabin boasted a fancy modern kitchen with cherry wood cabinets and dark granite countertops. The oven was brand new, along with the other appliances, stainless steel and unused.

While Derek had not visited the cabin since before the fire, he made sure that it was always well maintained, routinely buying the best new appliances and other amenities. Every few weeks, a professional cleaning service came and tended to the house, even when it wasn’t necessarily needed.

Throughout his childhood, the cabin had been a home away from home for him, always instilling a deep calm in him that couldn’t be matched by anything else. That was one of the reasons why he wanted to take the pack to the cabin so much, wanting to share his snowy sanctuary with the most important people in his life.

Fortunately, the cabin had the perfect amount of bedrooms for the pack, five in total. But then Peter had to go and ruin their plans.

Originally the bedrooms had been divided up with Boyd and Erica in one room, Kira and Allison in one, and Scott and Isaac in another. The two remaining rooms had been given to Derek and Stiles, both Peter and Jackson opting not to visit the cabin.

But then, in true Peter fashion, Derek’s uncle had shown up unexpectedly at the cabin with two suitcases and a shit eating grin, claiming he had changed his mind and would love to spend some time in the family cabin. Of course, that meant that the rooming arrangements had to be altered.

First, it was suggested that Peter just sleep on one of the couches in the living room. But, of course, that just wasn’t good enough for Peter and he demanded a room for himself.

Then, Scott had invited Stiles to room with him and Isaac but both Stiles and Isaac vehemently refused. Isaac was looking forward to spending break with his boyfriend and Stiles didn’t want to be stuck in a room with his best friend and his new boyfriend, it was bad enough he had already walked in on them a few times.

Next, Derek had volunteered to sleep on the couch and give Stiles his room. The couches were definitely comfortable enough to spend a handful of nights on and Derek didn’t really mind.

Stiles had counter offered to ride the couch, instead, insisting that it was Derek’s cabin and he should get a comfy bed to sleep in. They had started bickering about it, both of them coming up with various reasons why they should be the one relegated to the couch, when Peter had chimed in and offered to share a bedroom with Stiles.

His hackles rising, Derek had growled that he and Stiles would share a room, punctuating his announcement by grabbing both his and Stiles’ suitcases and carrying them up the stairs to the master bedroom. Stiles had jogged after him with a shocked squeak, his pillow clutched tightly in his arms.

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If You Like Strawberry YooHoos

For the RvB Fluff Week ( @rvbficwars). Original prompt from @secretlystephaniebrown:  “ Fluff Week: Donut decides that Sarge needs a date, and sets out to find him one.”

Warnings: Canon-typical shenanigans

Characters: Sarge, Donut, others mentioned

Word Count: 854

Summary: Donut tries to find Sarge a date online… and the response is not what he was expecting.

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novelkid  asked:

do you have any book recs without romance? :o

I don’t think I read much without romance, but I can give you my best recommendations, like books with small romantic subplots or romantic mentions! The genres are a bit all over the place!

Little or No Romance

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thebejeweledpotatoe  asked:

Hey! I'm looking for a fic- Hermione was a healer, and Draco was friends with one of her healer friends (I think Seamus?). They ate breakfast ate a diner near St Mungo's and Hermione thought it was weird that Draco knew where she lived, but they actually were neighbors and their balconies were across from each other. It was pro!Narcissa and they had a fake relationship with benefits until it got more serious. Thank you in advance!

Anyone?

Edit: Thanks!!

arabitolprobation by hufflepuffs anonymous

Probation By: hufflepuffs anonymous - M, 19 chapters - Hermione is hired as a Healer at St. Mungo’s, but she must pass a three month probationary period before she can be an official Healer. A lot can happen in three months, especially when a certain ex-Death Eater also works at the hospital and a meddlesome Hufflepuff and even more meddlesome Slytherin get involved.

You’re a Freaking Badass

Summary: The reader comes back from her friend’s wedding annoyed as all gets out because people don’t know how to mind their own business and Dean helps her calm down and remember that those people and their opinions don’t matter.

Word Count: 1189

Warnings: Mentions of weddings

A/N: I usually don’t write about specific events in my life, but dammit I just really needed to vent, and I also need Dean Winchester to comfort me, so here y’all go. Weddings suck. (And weddings in your hometown with all those people you grew up with and all of your parents’ friends suck even worse)


Dean looked up from the video he had been watching when the front door of the bunker opened. Y/N came in, her shoes dangling from her fingers and her hair a tangled mess from driving with the windows down.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean greeted. “How was the… reception…?”

When she walked by him without so much as a nod, he trailed off and furrowed his brow while watching her stalk towards her room. Well, something had happened at her friend’s wedding reception and there was no way Dean was about to let her fester away in whatever negative emotion was coursing through her body. So he shut his laptop and strolled after her.

“What’s up, Y/N?” asked Dean when he leaned up against the door jamb. She was angrily trying to unzip her dress, but was having no luck.

Finally she huffed in defeat and turned her back to him. “A little help?”

Well, Dean knew better than to get on her bad side when she was in a mood. So he quickly helped her unzip before walking over to her bed while she undressed and pulled on her sweats and an oversized tee.

As soon as she was dressed down, she whirled around and pointed an accusing finger at Dean. “You! Are not allowed to get married for at least a year.”

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