not sure how i feel about the fact that i spent more effort on this than anything else i did today

Perfect - A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: This was mostly written as a personal / cathartic piece. I considered keeping this private, but then I realized someone else out there might need this as badly as I did. This is by far the most emotionally taxing piece I have ever written. The content is heavy and I cried while writing it, so be careful if you choose to read on. Please do not read if you are triggered by self-hate, (self) body-shaming, or similar themes. I would hate to upset anyone else…if you ever need to talk, I’m here.

Originally posted by nellaey

She trudged down the stairs, praying that her book would be right where she left it. She had little patience for side quests today. Thankfully, there it sat. On the table she’d been sitting at hours prior. Still opened to the page she’d been memorizing on Draught of Living Death. 

Hustling toward it, she scooped it up into her arms and turned to head back up to her room. Incredibly eager to fall into her bed and ignore everything for a while. Perhaps forever.

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Harry Styles is a model and the currently most in-demand face in the fashion industry who might be just a little bit too full of himself and Janey Darling is the photographer that knocks him off his high horse… and subsequently off his feet.

this is the rewrite of my 2016 autumn exchange fic with added scenes. about 8.5k words. slightly nsfw towards the end and if you read this far you might as well…

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Bring It On

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

A/N: This…. I don’t even know honestly, I can’t explain how this happened but here we are. 

Request:  Veronica x Plus size reader. Veronica treats the reader like a queen and when Cheryl and her besties insult the reader, Veronica loses her shit and releases her inner psychopath. 

Word Count: 1,591 

Warnings: Cheryl’s an ass hole, and Veronica is terrifying… you said inner psychopath and APPARENTLY I took that literally damn, also there’s a swear.

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After all this time, Always (Newt x reader)

Originally posted by savemefromthisaddiction

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Summary: You always dreamt everything would be alright, you wanted to be happy and you wanted Newt to be happy. But, once again, you’re in the shadow. And this time, you can’t take it anymore.

Words count: 3949

Warning: Sadness and regrets

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry for not posting for a long time, I’m still writing but with school, I just don’t find the time with my studies (I’m the equivalent of a sophomore). But I’m on holidays so I’ll try my best to post stories. Well, I hope you all have a good day! And requests are open by the way!

And just before you start reading:

  1. -Y/S/N: your shop’s name
  2. -The italic stands for the place the reader is reminiscing the past

   You were rummaging through the pile of stuff in front of you, picking up what belonged to you. You were feeling so sad right now. You wished to be angry, to hate her, hate him. But you couldn’t: the only one you were able to blame was you. Because, after all this time, you thought for a brief moment that he would return your feelings.

   After all, you knew him since your childhood: your parents were in good terms with his and you quickly became friend with him. You were always the first one he would talk about his discoveries and you were the first one he told about his dream.

   At this time, you were still toddlers and all you could think -or much all you wanted to think- about was to dream of what you will be when you are older. You absolutely loved to hear him explain his dream to you: he would take care of beasts, just like he took care of his own Puffskein or his mother’s hippogriffs. He would make the world realise their importance and he would make everyone stop treating the poor animals badly. And you trusted him: if someone could do it, it was him! He was always so kind and so patient… Yes, he could do it.

   At the end of this speech, you always asked in a tiny voice « And, will I have the permission to travel with you? Because it would be so lonely without you… » To this, he would perpetually answer with a smile going all the way up to his eyes « Of course, you’ll come with me! You’ll help me and I will teach you about them and you will take care of them with me! »

   All of this started when you were so young… You never expected it to end in this way. And not now. But, to state the truth, you never expected it to end at all.

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As The Snowflakes Fall

Hey! I’m back! I hope I can make your Sunday better by uploading a new oneshot based on one of the first prompts I found around Tumblr and I never got to writing it. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did and well, as always, any type of feeedback is welcome.

based on this prompt: Imagine Person A of your OTP unexpectedly slipping on the snow/ice while going on a stroll with Person B.  Person A is embarrassed because they fell in front of their crush and got snow all over themselves but Person B just brushes off the snow and gives them a kiss.

summary: Dan is late to his second date with Phil and is convinced he has ruined all of his chances of being with the blue eyed by slipping on ice and embarrassing himself in front of him.

words: 1.8k

no trigger warnings

“Why did we decide to have our second date in a park when it’s freaking December?” Dan wondered out loud, searching for the coziest jumper he could find and putting it on.

Dan knew he was late. It was his second date with Phil and he was going to be late. Great, just what he needed. He picked up his phone to warn Phil but it was dead. Fine. He didn’t have enough time to charge it now. Everything was going perfectly for Dan today.

He and Phil met last month thanks to a blind date their friends had managed to organize and somehow get them to agree to it. It had turned out more than okay since they had agreed on going into a second date. They both felt a bit awkward to jump into the dating area yet only after one date so Dan was really hoping whatever they had now escalated into more because he really liked Phil.

And he was going to ruin his chances of it by being late.

He had spent too much time straightening his hair only to get it curled by the small slowflakes that were starting to fall down.

“Too much effort for nothing.” Dan said to himself as he looked the small white dots slowly touch the pavement from one of the windows of his apartment.

He grabbed his big coat from the entrance only just to have to turn back to his bedroom so he could pick the black wool beanie he owned and rushed out of the door.

Dan could only hope the beanie would protect his hair enough so it wouldn’t show his ‘hobbit hair’.


Phil was sitting on one of the cold park benches waiting for Dan. He kept looking at his phone to see if Dan had sent him a message or something, to tell him that he couldn’t meet today or even to tell him that he was going to be late to their date but nothing popped up.

He was sure they had the right numbers. They had been texting each other non-stop since their date and Dan seemed interested enough to agree to have another date and see where they could end up.

Phil sent him a few texts and then called, but Dan’s voicemail turned up instead, saying that the phone was turned off. There was no way of contacting him now. He would have to sit and wait at least till he couldn’t feel his butt anymore.

A few more minutes passed and Phil was starting to give up hope. Dan wasn’t interested and wasn’t going to show up. He had been stood up and he had to accept it. At least the fact that it was snowing would cheer him up a bit.

Phil stood up from the bench and started making his way out of the park when he heard a loud call from behind “Phil wait!”

He turned around, only to find a panting Dan at the other side, a small smile showing onto his face. “Dan!” Phil shouted back, waving at him, happy to see that his date was just late and hadn’t decided to leave him alone in a freezing park.

Phil saw Dan running towards him, not seeing the small puddle that had freezed during the night and had made the floor slippery. “Dan, watch out!” Phil tried to warn him so he wouldn’t slip but it was too late.


Dan saw his life flash in front of his eyes. One moment he was running to reach Phil and before he knew it he was slipping on ice and falling down on his bum, hurting his lower back and palms in the process of stopping the impact from being to harsh.

He heard Phil warn him but it was already too late. His jeans were wet, his body hurt and the worst of all he had embarrassed himself in front of Phil, making a fool of himself by falling down because of the ice.

'Why can’t I do anything right? Why do I have to ruin everything even before it starts? I hate this. I always fuck up’ were the thoughts inside Dan’s mind, making him look down to his lap as he felt his eyes water. 'Great. Now I’m about to start crying. How can anything else go wrong?’ but before his thoughts could get deeper, he heard Phil’s worried voice calling him.

“Dan, hey, you okay?” Phil asked once he approached him, crouching down to his level.

Dan just nodded, not looking at Phil so he wouldn’t see his watery brown eyes. He didn’t think he could handle Phil laughing at his tears, because he was sure he would. Who wouldn’t laugh at Dan’s ridiculousness, huh?

He tried to dismiss Phil by lifting his right arm and waving his hand but he hadn’t realized his wrist hurt so he let out a little scream, and tried to still it with his other hand but before he could even lift it Phil had gently grabbed his forearm to look at the sprained wrist.

“It’s not broken, but maybe needs to be bandaged.” Phil commented, “let me help you up, okay?”

Dan considered getting up by himself, but he realized he might fall back down since he had such weak arms so he just nodded.

He felt Phil’s presence behind him, putting his long arms under his armpits and easily lifting him, stilling the both of them on dry ground so they didn’t slip.

“You think you can walk? I tried to warn you about the ice but it was too late…” Phil said, taking a few steps so he could be in front of Dan, who was still avoiding his gaze by looking down to their feet.

“Yeah, my legs are fine, my butt hurts a bit and also does my lower back but it will be fine.” Dan said in a small voice, trying to mask his pain, hoping Phil wouldn’t catch on it.

“If you are fine why does it look like you are about to cry, Dan?” Phil asked in a caring voice, putting his hand’s on Dan’s biceps so he could comfort him a bit.

Dan couldn’t believe it. The one time he didn’t want to be noticed while he was about to cry was the time he had the most caring man in front of him and he had ruined all chances of being with him by being such an awkward human being.

He sniffled and lifted his left hand to brush away a tear that had escaped from his eye, “Because I’m so embarrassed I cannot even look at you. I’m sorry I ruined our date. I fell down on ice because I wasn’t looking and I ended up with wet jeans and a sprained wrist in a span of a minute. I’m such a fuck-up. I’m so sorry Phil.”

Phil just stared at him. How could Dan think he had ruined their date by falling down? It wasn’t his fault the ground was slippery!

“Hey Dan,” Phil called for him in the sweetest voice, bringing one of his hands towards Dan’s chin, moving Dan’s head so he would look at him. His eyes were red from tears that were about to fall down and Phil really didn’t want to see the beautiful man in front of him cry. “First of all you are not a fuck-up, okay? Don’t ever say that again.” Dan was about to speak so he could deny everything Phil was saying but the blue eyed beat him to it.

“No, you don’t get a saying in this.” Phil lifted his index finger to Dan’s lips, shuting him up for good. “Also, you haven’t ruined anything. People fall al the time and this time it happened to be you, so don’t worry; I just want to make sure you are okay. I really want to continue this date so if you feel up to it we will go back to my apartment and bandage that wrist so we can continue it, what do you say?” Phil said, reassuring him that it was fine; that him falling didn’t change anything.

Dan just stared at him not really knowing what to respond. He didn’t feel like going out again, even if it was with Phil. He had had enough of snow and cold for today.

“We can stay inside if you prefer.” Phil suddenly said, as if he could read Dan’s mind. “I’ll make popcorn and we can watch a movie while bundled up in blankets on my sofa, okay? I will lend you some pyjama pants to wear so you can be more comfortable. What do you say?”

He looked at Dan with what the brown eyed could call “puppy-eyes” making it impossible to deny Phil’s request. Movie and blankets sounded really nice to be honest. He felt Phil’s fingers lace with his, making him take a step closer so they could look at each other better as he felt Phil’s thumbs caress his cold skin.

Dan smiled a bit at the gesture but didn’t respond. Phil was such a sweet man it almost made his heart melt.

“C'mon, Dan, I will let you choose whatever movie you want!” Phil said as a last attempt of convincing Dan to continue their date.

“Any movie I want?” Dan couldn’t help but blurt out the question to Phil, who eagerly nodded.

“Any movie, I promise.”

“Okay. But only because I get to choose the movie.” Dan said in a happier tone, starting to feel a bit better.

Phil grinned and untangled their hands, lifting them towards Dan’s beanie, brushing a few snowflakes that had fallen down on it before pulling it over his ears so they wouldn’t get colder than they already were.

“Now we can go if you want.” Phil said in a really quiet voice, as if it was a secret only for the both of them.

Dan nodded again, a silly smile on his face, a complete loss of words because of the gestures of the man in front of him. So he just laced his left hand fingers with Phil’s right, giving him a hint of what he wanted.

“Well then, show me the way.” Dan whispered in the same tone.

Phil looked at their hands and then into Dan’s eyes, which still were a bit watery so in hopes of making Dan a bit happier he leaned in and softly kissed Dan’s cold cheek, which now was getting red with the faint blush that was starting to appear.

Dan ducked his head, trying to hide his now red tinted cheeks, but as soon as he lowered it he had to lift it again, because Phil had started to pull him to the exit of the park towards his apartment, not giving him time to feel shy about it.

If Phil asked, he could say that his red cheeks were from the cold, but he was sure the blue eyed wasn’t going to believe it anyway.


Time Well Spent - Armin x Candy

Idk who told u the lie i like armin bc i love him

Anyways, I’m writing a drabble about it since headcanons would be too vague and bc i wanted to. And plus, it’d be better to do in general - so, enjoy. 


It wasn’t often that Candy was able to visit her boyfriend. Even though her parents were aware of her relationship, it would seem just about every time she’d ask - there was an excuse of her not being able to go. 

Whether it was the “you didn’t complete your schoolwork” or “you’ve been out too much lately”, Candy had basically memorized all of the excuses her parents would tell her.

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In my daughter’s eyes (7 of 12)

- The first sequel to The best mistake -

Summary: Six months after the birth of their daughter Mae Oliver and Felicity live in Boston as a young family. Going to college and raising a baby is more difficult than either of them could have seen coming. Especially Oliver seems to have trouble settling down in the new city. When he finally finds new friends, he soon finds himself being dragged back into old behavior. Will he realize before he risks everything he built the last months?

Rating: Teen

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 or read everything on Ao3

Special thanks to Diva Alex @pr0fessi0nal-fangurl for editing this story!

Felicity stared at the alarm clock on her nightstand, forcing herself to breathe in and out as evenly as possible, while she was waiting for her alarm to go off. She hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep last night. Instead she had lain awake, making sure her breathing made it look like she was asleep though she doubted that Oliver bought it even for a second, while she had tried to get past her anger and disappointment.

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‘Excerpts from Journal #4’

rating: gen
word count: 3229
summary: A first-person view of Stanford Pines’ initial thoughts and discoveries of the strangest anomalies of all—his own family.
a/n: before i say anything else, this wonderful fic wasn’t written by me, but @theaustinstollhaus
he popped out of a hole in the internet like a weird genie and took me up on a fanfic request, follow him. seriously all the credit goes to him, but he insisted i post it.

the foundation/inspiration that lead to the making of this was this post, which i’m sure a lot of you might remember.

(personally when i first read this i was so blown away by how delightfully and humorously in-character it is, almost as if these were excerpts from the actual journal and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did <3)

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Always Have, Always Will

Fandom: Marvel Avengers

Word count: 1812

Characters: Loki x reader, Thor

Warnings: Loki gets jealous, angsty, mentions of gambling, misogyistic insults.

Summary: Loki is jealous of your relationship with Thor, and says something he’ll regret.

“And I win again!” Thor boomed cheerfully, throwing his hand of cards down onto the table. “You must really learn to keep your face calm, brother. That’s a lot of money you owe me, now.”

“It’s all just luck,” Loki grumbled. “No real skill involved at all.” Although he was grinning as cheerfully as his brother, he was working hard to hide the resentment. It felt like a sour little seed buried deep within his stomach.

“Are you two really arguing this early in the morning? Honestly, you would think the Princes of Asgard had been brought up better than that.”

Matching grins grew on Thor and Loki’s faces as they turned to face you. Your gown swished around your ankles as you made your way towards them, a wide grin on your face. “And good morning to you, too, Lady Y/N,” Thor greeted you.

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Coming to Terms (The Freshman)

Coming to Terms - MC x Zig fanfic.

[I was working on this for awhile and debated on posting. Honestly; between @choicesmyway and @hollyashton and their Zig fanfics; motivated me to finally post this! Comments and criticisms are always welcomed! :) Am i the only one that has a difficult time writing about characters that already have personalities? Don’t quite feel like I’ve gotten it perfectly ]

The light jingle of the coffee shop’s doors caused Dia’s eyes to jerk up abruptly; trying to sneak a quick view of the next person that came through. Her disappointment was evident when she realized it hadn’t been her favorite barista and she lowered her gaze back to the mocha in front of her. The freshly made coffee did little to quell her nerves as she took a sip. 

Despite her attempts at remaining her usual calm and self-assured self, she couldn’t stop herself from sneaking quick glances at the entrance every so often.

Nearly a week had passed since their first date and she had been avoiding him ever since. She thought it would be easier that way; stowing away whatever conflicted feelings she felt for a guy she barely knew. It also meant that she had to ditch this place as her favorite hangout spot. She convinced herself that it had been her only option. Ignoring here meant that she didn’t have to face him. Ignoring here made the night she spent in his arms less real.

Except it hadn’t made it less real; as soon as she stepped foot inside this place she was assailed by unwavering memories. Kissing him under a darkly lit room, roaming her hands underneath his taut flesh – wanting to strip every single piece of cloth between them because she had been itching to touch him. The feeling of his hands skimming across her abdomen, tracing non-symmetrical patterns across her delicate flesh until it quivered before delving further. The ardent kisses he pressed firmly into the side of her neck as his fingers had worked magic on the rest of her, drawing needy moans from her wonton mouth. He took her to heights she’d never been before, over and over again until they were both spent.

She pressed her eyes firmly together as the details washed over her.

She tried for a whole week to deter every attempt to make the trip here. She didn’t meet up with the rest of her friends; always finding a weak excuse to stop them from asking why –  even though nearly every nerve in her body had wanted to. She wanted to run up to him, to kiss those lips that had drove her mad with passion that night, to press stubbornly into him and run her hands greedily through his hair.

Thankfully, her brain was smarter than the rest of her. She kept busy; worked on her novel, convincing herself that it was more important than exploring whatever feelings she thought she had.

At least, that was the case until today. Today, Kaitlyn and Abbie had finally worn her down long enough to confront her about her own conflicting feelings. They insisted that she grabbed her big girl pants and marched down here.

And here she finally was, in the coffee shop that they’d met weeks ago. She realized that she missed this place more than she expected, more than she wanted to admit.  The only problem was; no sooner than arriving did she realize that he was nowhere in sight. She hadn’t concerned herself with his schedule and subsequently didn’t know his work hours. Before she could think better of it she had ordered a mocha and took a seat.

Ten minutes later, she still hadn’t touched her warm beverage but kept mulling over that night and every so often she felt her eyes being drawn inadvertently back to that damned door.

What am I doing? She wailed inwardly, questioning her own sanity. She hadn’t thought it was possible. Being hung up over a guy after one date had never been feasible before. She fidgeted nervously in her seat as she waited for him to arrive. Sooner or later he had to start his shift.

Her eyes inexplicably went to the entrance as she heard the light jingle again. Her pulse quickened once she spotted his lean figure by the door. She couldn’t manage a simple greeting to catch his attention.

She couldn’t find her voice. Somehow seeing him had struck her ability to speak. Her throat dried when his eyes met hers and recognition swarmed him before he briskly made his way over.

The feeling of trepidation assailed her, made her hesitate once he got closer. Ignoring it, she managed a semblance of a smile. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t the type of woman to swoon over a guy. It wasn’t in her.

Nevertheless, Dia couldn’t it squash it entirely after seeing him. Suddenly, their time in that bar was all she could think about. And if she was being honest with herself – it scared her. She barely knew him, yet the rush she felt at seeing him and the undeniable connection inside her gut reminded her that it wasn’t meaningless.

He grinned as he took a seat across from her. “So here we are.” He began conversationally.

He didn’t look any different. In fact, not seeing him for a whole week made her painfully aware of just how handsome he was–smooth cheekbones, firm jawline, the smugness that held in his dark eyes. Why did he have to be so handsome?

She lifted her eyebrows, “I figured this was a good place as any.” It was ample public and she hoped that would be enough to keep her hands from wanting to touch him.

“What’s up?” He tilted his head at her questioningly, “For someone that usually likes her mochas in the morning, I haven’t seen you all week.”

He knew her order.

The little comment had softened her. Maybe he was wondering why he hadn’t seen her after everything that happened between them, maybe he missed her just as much as she missed him.

She kept her voice coy and shrugged. “Maybe I started going someplace else. This place isn’t the only cafe in Hartfeld.” She teased, trying to keep her tone light. She was stalling; and he could sense it. She didn’t know why but suddenly the thought of talking made her want to leave. She hadn’t reached out to him – but he didn’t make an effort to either. What if she read him wrong? What if he didn’t want a second date?

His dark eyes didn’t give anything away but he leaned back inside his seat. “And what if I said I missed handing you your coffee every morning?”

A quick smile escaped her lips. “Then I’d say there’s plenty of other girls to hand coffee to every morning.” She leaned forward a little and caught his eyes dropping to her cleavage for a split second before travelling back to meet her smile.

“And what if I told you you’re the only girl that I wanted to hand coffee to?”

Suddenly, she wasn’t sure if they were talking about the same thing anymore. She hadn’t responded, not right away anyway. “I’d say that’s tough considering it’s your job and all to take everyone’s orders.” She drawled.

He laughed.

It was a pleasant sound and she decided in that moment that she wanted to spend a lot more time making him laugh. “So what brings you here?” He glanced at the clock overhead briefly, “I’ve got a couple minutes before my shift starts.”

All the confidence she had in herself dwindled. Usually, it was easy for her and didn’t mind flaunting it. Men found confidence attractive. Except, it was all but missing now. She leaned back to create some distance between them, deciding that she needed to collect her thoughts. “Right well, uh.” She stopped short, realizing that she had no clue what to say. How does one bring up sleeping with someone on the first date?

It seemed like he wanted to take the reins on this one. “I know you’ve been avoiding me since our date.”

Ah, here we go. Her shoulders stiffened but otherwise she kept her expression wary. She didn’t want him to guess what she was thinking. “I needed time to think.” She told him after releasing the breath she was holding. “To kind of sort out how I feel.” She confessed.

He nodded, as if he understood. “I get that.” He drew a deep breath, and his eyes flickered with intensity that she hadn’t expected. “Things kinda got out of hand – ”

I wanted it to.” She interrupted. She didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. “I wanted it to get out of hand I mean.” She dragged a hand through her blonde hair. God, why was talking about this so difficult? “And if you’re going to apologise about it then don’t.” It wasn’t as if it was a first for her; just the feelings she had after were. “I don’t regret it and neither should you.”

“Good, because I wasn’t going to apologize.” He leaned forward and rested a hand on the table. “In fact, I’d very much like to do it again.”

She laughed huskily. Inwardly, her stomach was doing summersaults. “Dating or hooking up?” She reached across the table to lightly trace circles across his hand.

“Both.” He muttered, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips. “Like I told you before, I really like you and I’d like to see where this goes.”

She smiled, feeling relieved. She tried to convince herself that if he hadn’t wanted that it wouldn’t have mattered; but hearing him feel exactly the same had lifted her spirits. She watched their entwined hands for a moment before reaching over to kiss him.

He kissed her back, gripping her hand tightly before using his other hand to cup her cheek. He caressed them gently before pulling away slightly to smirk at her. “I knew you missed me.”

Before she could retort, a whistle from the counter made them spring apart.

“I better go start my shift.” He told her, jerking his head towards the counter. “Meet up later?”

“Hmmm.” She pretended to think about it. “I guess I could fit you in my busy schedule.” Before he could stand, she snuck another kiss. “Till then I’ll give you this to think about.” She murmured in between kisses.

Zig uttered a low groan and looked torn between going behind the desk and hanging back to kiss her again.

She laughed and shoved him playfully. “Go, we’ll have plenty of time later.” She gave him a parting smile and watched him until he disappeared into the back. Finishing her coffee, she left a small tip. She headed towards the direction of her dorm, hoping he was anticipating their reunion as much as she was.


Safe And Sound 10/15

Title: Safe And Sound
Chapter: 10/15
Pairing: Eventual Michael/Reader
Rating: PG-13 for the series
Word Count: 6,678
Summary: Six months ago, your life was turned upside down when you won a recording contract on a singing contest reality show. It’s been a blur since then, and things were looking up for you, but people were starting to cross the line with you, putting your safety in danger. At the urging of your label, your manager found you a bodyguard that you could connect with, someone who would be a friend on the lonely nights of traveling. However, instead of getting the bodyguard that oozed masculinity, you got Michael.
A/N: Would you look at that, I’ve actually finished it! We’re winding down to the last chapters, and that means you’ll finally see the end. I have it queued up to post on Fridays, once a week until it’s done! 

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“Bedtime Stories”

REQUEST (by @supernaturalpllfan1):  Hi. Could you write an imagine where Peter Parker is babysitting your younger sister, and when you get back they’re sleeping with a book next to them? I think that’d be absolutely adorable

NOTE: This is an aMAZING REQUEST!! I felt like squealing so many times because of how cute it was… Of course I named the little boy Tom smh I’m much too crazy about him…

Originally posted by nalianova

     The final bell signalling the end of classes rang a few seconds ago, but your pencil was still madly scribbling across the page. Heart beating fast, you frantically tried to finish up your essay coherently.

    “Time’s up, Y/N.” Your teacher spoke from the front of the room as the rest of the class filtered out, you being the last person still seated. Dropping your pencil, you let out a breath, your hands shaking slightly as you picked up the papers and handed them in. You guess you weren’t able to hide the disappointment and worry in your expression as you bit your lip, since the teacher looked at you concernedly. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. There will be chances to make up marks later on, okay?” 

     You nodded, not making eye contact as you picked up your books and walked towards the door. Glancing up, you spotted your best friend, Peter Parker standing just outside the doorway with a worried expression on his face. He’d finished his essay thirty minutes earlier than everyone else, so the fact that he’d stayed after class for you made you feel slightly better, just the sight of him bringing a brief smile to your lips. 

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jiminie-jams-bts  asked:

Could you do a react of BTS finding you on the verge of tears after you had just found out your dad had passed away? (Sorry I'm a sucker for sappiness)

I thought that this kind of followed up the parent missing request, so I went ahead and did it. I hope you like it~ Also, I’m a bit sick, so this is the only request for today, sorry!

Gifs aren’t mine

Seokjin, after finding out that your dad had passed away, would want to talk to you about it. Of course, he wouldn’t force you to talk if you didn’t want to, but he also didn’t want you to keep your emotions bottled up. What he wanted to talk about wasn’t your emotions, though, or not exactly; he wanted to help you come to terms with your father’s death. He knew it wasn’t something that could happen overnight, but he also knew that death was something everyone experienced, and holding on to that sadness for the rest of your life wasn’t a good thing. Sure, you could feel a pang of sadness every time you thought back to your father, but he wanted to be sure that sadness wasn’t the only thing you felt when thinking about him. The process would take a while, but Jin would be there every step of the way, listening to you and offering advice when he could.

Originally posted by jungkooksarms

Yoongi wouldn’t quite know what to say to you after finding out that your dad had died, but he knew that he couldn’t just say nothing. He needed to comfort you, and he did, but not in the way that most people would; after pulling you into a quick yet tight hug, he asked if you’d eaten. If you hadn’t, he would make sure that you ate something, even if it wasn’t much. He would make sure you took a shower or bath - whichever you found more calming - because he knew it was more difficult to feel happy when you didn’t feel clean. He would do anything he could to make sure you didn’t shut down, though he also made sure to not be too forceful for fear that you would push him away. In the days, weeks, and months that followed, Yoongi would either visit or text you, asking how you were doing, what you’d eaten that day, and if you’d already taken your shower or bath before moving on to have an actual conversation.

Originally posted by beagletae

Hoseok, despite the fact that he hated to see you cry, would adamantly tell you not to bottle up any of your feelings, especially not in front of him. If you wanted to cry it out, then you should, and if you could cry it out on his shoulder, then that was even better. He would hold you silently, running his fingers through your hair and rocking you back and forth as you either sniffled or outright bawled into his sleeve, and though he knew that one cry session wouldn’t make everything better, he hoped it would at least reduce the sadness so that you didn’t break down once he’d left. He would make an effort to see you every evening, not always bringing up your father but making sure that you at least managed one smile before he left. The first time you laughed, he knew you were getting better, though that didn’t stop his visits. He wouldn’t stop checking up on you until you forced him to.

Originally posted by asdfghobi

Namjoon immediately pulled you into a hug after you’d told him that your father had died, though it didn’t last very long; he pulled away after only a moment, holding you at arm’s length to ask if you wanted to talk. Not about your dad, necessarily, just about the future. Did this change your outlook on anything? Would your family have to move because of this? How would your father’s death affect you through the next few years? If that got too heavy for you or you didn’t want to think that far ahead, Namjoon would stop asking questions about the future and would instead ask ones about the present; How were you? Was there anything he could do to help you or your family? Did you want to stay with him or did you want him to stay with you for a few days? He would listen to anything you had to say and would add his input whenever he thought it was needed.

Jimin wouldn’t know what to say; he didn’t even know if he should say anything. What could he say in this situation that would make you feel better? So, rather than speaking, he’d decide to take you out. Not on a date, as he figured you probably weren’t up for that, but in any other situation it might have seemed like a date; he took you to a serene, peaceful location - mountains, waterfalls, parks, the beach, or wherever else you preferred - and just spent the day with you. He wouldn’t speak unless you spoke first; he wanted you to open up to him, but he didn’t want to push you, and he wanted you to take your time building up the nerve to talk about it. But, if you hadn’t opened up to him after a week had passed, he would carefully bring it up, once again in a setting you found calming, and he would just listen as you talked, offering comfort in any way he could.

Originally posted by jiminuh

Taehyung would want to distract you from your sadness. He knew that that probably wasn’t the best way to cope, but he also knew that he couldn’t stand to see you so upset, and he wanted you to at least be in a slightly better mood before trying to talk to you about your father’s death. He would start a marathon of your favorite movies or shows, settle down in front of the television with you, and just hold you until you finally broke the silence between the two of you. Once you had, he would listen intently to anything you said, crying with you if you cried, pulling you into a hug if you choked up, and constantly assuring you that he would help in any way he could and he would be there for you whenever you needed him. After the conversation ended, either because you couldn’t say any more or didn’t have anything else to say, he would return to cuddling you, and the two of you would return to watching whatever was on until you fell asleep against him.

Originally posted by taestylips

Jungkook would have absolutely no idea what he was supposed to say in this situation, but he eventually decided that he probably shouldn’t say much. You should be the one to do the talking, not him. He didn’t ask how he died or how you felt about it; instead, he asked you to tell him stories about your dad. It might hurt, but he figured that you needed to think about the good times to get through the bad, so he might push a bit to try to coax you into talking if you refused at first, but he would drop it and instead just cuddle you if it hurt too much for you to talk about him. If you got choked up while telling stories, a few tears might escape Jungkook, but he’d try his best to stay strong for you, smiling when he could while you told him about happy memories, even managing a chuckle or two if you were trying hard to smile. He’d probably break down once you weren’t around, wishing he could do something more, but the day he saw you smile a genuine smile, he’d know he was doing enough.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Parenting 101.

We sat at the dining room table together, beginning to dig into our plates of food after a long day and me spending hours preparing tonight’s dinner for once. Most of the time the past few weeks I had to settle for take-out due to being sick but now I was glad to return to the kitchen and it seemed Marco and Alex were glad as well as they began to down their food.

“So are you excited about the match in a few weeks?” Marco questioned as he looked to our eight year old son. I knew Marco was excited to see our son becoming proficient in football. He had found his way into his very first club and he was adjusting well and developing faster than most. To me, it wasn’t surprising at all considering his upbringing. He was always in the yard with a ball between his feet.

Alex paused, dropping his fork to his plate. “Actually…there’s a play at school that weekend.” A certain glow of happiness overtook him as his face transformed from showing signs of being nervous to displaying a wide smile, a proud smile. “My teacher said I could play Orlando in ‘As You Like It’. It’s a Shakespeare play but don’t worry it’s the kiddie version,” he assured.

I looked from him and towards Marco who had a stale look on his face. I turned back to our son and offered a small smile. “That’s great.”

“I know. He’s the lead so it’s a big role.”

Marco interrupted then. “And you told your teacher you were going to do it?”

His smile sunk as he looked down towards his plate timidly. “I told her I’d ask Mom first to see if she could drop me off at the rehearsals and stuff.”

“You’re dropping football?”

“No. I…I can do both right? I would only be missing one match.”

A dark chuckle left Marco’s throat. He knew his son knew well enough that he couldn’t do both but that he was trying to ease his father’s disappointment by pretending to still be vested in the sport. I knew he really wasn’t. He was skillful at it and yes he enjoyed it but I wasn’t sure it brought him as much happiness as it did for Marco to watch him. “You can’t do school and football and plays all at the same time. Its way too much for you especially at your age. You need to focus on your studies and then you can have something to do on the side.”

“Well…I want it to be acting,” he muttered lowly.

There was a deafening silence at the table. I chewed the remaining salad in my mouth but no one else dared to put another piece of food onto their forks. Marco dropped his napkin to the table, sending his chair back as he stood. “I’m not hungry anymore.” He walked away from the table and out of the kitchen, out of sight. I looked to Alex who had a disappointed look on his face. I gave as much of a smile as I could muster before I leaned over and kissed his forehead, running my fingers through his spiked hair. “I’ll be right back, okay? Finish your food.” He nodded and I got up to follow after Marco who I found in the bathroom, his hands gripping either side of the sink.

As soon as I entered he shut the door behind me and I could tell immediately he was upset. “Acting? Seriously? What is he going to be the next Brad Pitt?” He said aloud though I knew it wasn’t really meant to be questions that needed answers. “He was so into football and all of a sudden everything changed?”

“He’s young. His interests are going to change.”

He now looked at me sternly. “You didn’t even back me up out there. You just made it seem like it was okay he was dropping the club for some play at school.”

“Because it is okay! You’re the one who wants him to play football so bad so that he can follow in your footsteps but maybe that’s not what he wants anymore. What, did you want me to tell him he can’t do it and he has to play football instead?”

“Yes! We put a lot of time, effort and money into finding a place for him and you want me to encourage him to just quit?!”

“He’s eight, Marco! It’s not quitting! He’s going to find new interests. Yesterday it was football and today it’s acting. Tomorrow it could be dancing or painting or tennis! Who knows!”

“Right,” he nodded with a bitter smile gracing his lips. “Like you wanted to become a doctor and then your major was business and then history and then you thought you may have wanted to do psychology and you ended up doing none of those things.”

I was stunned, realizing that Marco had just thrown that in my face. University was a whirlwind of a period for me. I entered not really knowing what I wanted to do and ended up leaving without a degree to even show for the work I put in during the 2 and a half years I was there. I had gotten pregnant when Marco and I were just 22. I didn’t know what to do but I knew I couldn’t handle being pregnant and in school by myself so I dropped out, choosing to move in with him instead. It wasn’t the easiest decision. In fact, it was probably the hardest one I had ever made in my life.

My parents were disappointed in me, feeling as if I had thrown away my life for some guy who they thought I was erroneously madly in love with. They were wrong about one thing: I had thrown my potential for a degree away for a man I was rightfully madly in love with. I could admit though that I had let the ‘what ifs’ run through my mind more than enough times.

I gulped down the bitter taste in my mouth and looked up at Marco, his features softening from anger to guilt. He closed his eyes as if trying to rewind time and wash away his harsh words. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

I shook my head and though near tears, I forced myself to speak. “No. You’re right. You’re absolutely right. Maybe he won’t even end up liking acting but he should at least be given the choice to try it out for himself and not allow you to dictate his choices. You’re the footballer. That doesn’t mean he has to be one too.”

I didn’t bother to wait for Marco to say anything else. I just walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind me, heading to the kitchen so that I could clean away the plates. I was sure no one had an appetite anymore.

I saw Alex still sitting at the table, mindlessly picking at his near empty plate. A small smile plumped my lips though my teeth remained hidden. I began to walk over to him and he noticed my presence as he looked over my shoulder. He said, “You kinda remind me of Rosalind. She’s the female lead. She’s really strong and brave and pretty.”

I bent down to his level, placing a kiss to his cheek. “You are going to be a fine Orlando, Lex.”

Marco and I didn’t talk for the rest of the night. I cleared away all of the dishes and disposed of the trash and he remained upstairs, in our bedroom with the door closed. I tried to assure Alex that Marco wouldn’t remain mad much longer but it seemed he did more of the reassuring than I did, letting me know that he knew he’d come around. I just hoped it would be sooner rather than later.

I knew how much he wanted to see his son follow in his footsteps. He was still some years away from his own exit from the sport but he wanted to have the safety of knowing that his son was following soon behind him to fill in his shoes. It seemed that maybe that dream of having the prodigy son wasn’t going to come true and that was probably what hurt him the most, that his dream would be relegated to just that.

A dream.

After cleaning up everything and turning off the lights, I headed upstairs for bed. When I pushed open the door I found Marco laying in bed, his computer sitting on his lap as he had himself propped up with pillows. He didn’t speak a word to me and I said nothing myself.

I spent at least an hour stirring about under the warm blankets and trying to drift off to sleep but it was of no use. I could hear the keys of his computer as he typed and clicked away. I closed my eyes again and laid there for a while. I felt the bed shift under me as Marco got up and headed to the bathroom in silence. I peaked over my shoulder while he was away to try and see what was up on his computer.

There were three tabs open. One was a google search of ‘what to get an actor after a show’. The second was a YouTube clip of a stage play version of ‘As You Like It’ and the third was a script of the play.

I smiled to myself before rolling over and closing my eyes, now able to easily find a way to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Marco wasn’t beside me. My face frowned with confusion. He was normally asleep longer than I was and then I was reminded of our argument last night. He may have decided to escape to one of the other rooms.

I stretched under the blankets and tossed them to the side, stepping out of them and headed down the steps. I could hear Marco’s voice from where I was descending the steps.

“Come on. I know you remember the line. You have to. I’ll be Rosalind this time and you just say the next line.”

I could hear Alex laugh. “Rosalind is a girl in this scene. You can’t be her.” Marco laughed as well. “Let’s just pretend I am this time, okay? Now come on. You got this.”

I realized Marco was holding a tablet in his hand and Alex had a thick packet of paper in his hand, reading along as his father said his line. “Do, young sir. Your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to the duke that the wrestling might not go forward.” I giggled to myself. He was quite the character and had even adapted his own accent to flow through Rosalind’s words.

Alex confidently thrust his fist in the air. “I be—“ He paused, holding out the paper for Marco to read. “Papa, how do you say that word?”


“Oh.” He continued his part. “I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts where I confess me guilty, to deny so fair and…”

“Excellent,” Marco aided.

“Excellent…” he repeated. “Ladies any thing!”

From where I stood I broke out into a clap. Marco turned to look at me and Alex broke out into a proud smile. “Ma! We made you breakfast. Well, blueberry muffins.” I didn’t even have time to utter a thank you before he was sprinting towards the kitchen.

I walked over to Marco, a shy smile on his face. “Well look at you, Rosalind.”

“I figured he should know at least part of the real version if he wants to show up the other kids.”

“He’s really happy you came around, y’know?”

“Trust me, I know. He’s been thanking me all morning. I guess I just…didn’t want to see him give up football but if this is what he likes,” he picked up the script Alex had dropped, waving it around whimsically. “Shakespeare and all, then I guess I like it too.”

A devilish smirk formed his features. “Did you realize you were my Rosalind?”

I broke out into a laugh. “Now you’re going too far with this Shakespeare stuff.”

“Am I?” He taunted as he walked closer to me, wrapping his arms around me. He dropped his tone as he moved his lips closer to my neck as he recited, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” He placed a delicate kiss to my skin.

“Did you just recite—“

“I may have done a little research to understand the guy, may have watched the Leonardo DiCaprio version of Romeo & Juliet last night.” He leaned back so that I could see his face again. I giggled.

“You are way too cute, Romeo.”

gif credit to piszchu

Frosting - a birthday ficlet

So this was something I was working on for Harry’s birthday, but I heard ourloveislegendrarry could use a little love.  So I’m posting this today for you.  Us Drarry squad gotta stick together. :)

At precisely six Draco apparated home, directly into the kitchen.  He’d expected to find Harry in there.  Harry was always in the kitchen; eating, cooking, cleaning.  Draco thought Harry had a strange obsession with the kitchen, but as it meant Draco always ate very well and didn’t have to cook or clean he was truly rather pleased about it.

The sight that greeted him however was a bit of a surprise.  Draco couldn’t decide whether to smile or frown as he took in the scene before him.  The counters were covered in various mixing bowls, there was a dusting of flour on just about ever surface and the oven was glowing and making that funny beeping sound which Draco knew meant Harry was cooking something.  Not to mention the smell; the entire flat smelled like heaven.  And Draco knew what he was making, he knew the second he smelled it; it was a cake.  Though he couldn’t figure out why for the life of him Harry was making a cake on his own birthday.  Especially as Draco was quite certain he mentioned fancy dinner plans before he’d left that morning.  And he’d left a note in Harry’s robe pocket to make sure he didn’t forget.  

Draco had specifically told Harry not to cook; told him he’d be home at exactly six and to be ready.  Draco had planned the evening quite carefully.  He’d made reservations at a very nice wizarding establishment and had planned on charming the pants off Harry all night until they came out blissfully happy and drunk.  It was a wonderful plan, or so Draco had thought.  Unfortunately it didn’t like his plan was going to go quite as he’d hoped.

He walked towards the stove and peered inside another bowl sitting on the edge of the counter.  There was mounds of thick, fluffy white frosting.  Draco couldn’t help himself he stuck a finger in it, sticking it into his mouth and letting out a sigh as the sweetness enveloped his tongue.  Harry really was a wonderful cook.  It had shocked Draco more than anything else when they had first gotten together.  Even more shocking, at least as far as Draco was concerned, was the fact that Harry liked to do it all the muggle way.  No magic in the kitchen he’d said once.  Draco hadn’t understood.  Yet as the years passed it became something incredible.  Draco had grown to look forward to Sunday mornings when he knew he would walk into the kitchen in the morning and find Harry making something delicious, no doubt wearing nothing but an apron.  Those morning whatever Harry was cooking usually burned and it wasn’t Draco’s fault.  No it was always Harry’s fault for being so utterly delicious, at least that what’s Draco always told him.  Or all the other times he would apparate home after a long day feeling angry and tense, but the second he was home he would smell something amazing cooking and he would relax.  It wasn’t really the food, though it was truly delicious.  No, if Draco was honest about it, it was what the act itself represented.  It was the fact that Harry spent so much time and energy doing it for Draco.  Oh sure Draco was used to being waited on and fawned over in his lifetime.  But he’d never had someone go to so much effort just to please him.  It did something funny to Draco’s chest every time he thought about Harry doing something just for him; taking care of him.

Draco was startled out of his thought process as he realized the oven was beeping at him rather loudly.  “Shut up,“ he muttered, tapping the oven with his wand rather aggressively.  He frowned when it continued to beep rather angrily at him.  

Just then Harry ran in, cursing under his breath and bustling about the kitchen in a flurry.  Draco stepped back, taking it all in.  Harry was naked, except for a towel wrapped low around his waist, and there were tiny drops of water trickling down his back and resting in the dip at the bottom of his spine.  Harry had a beautiful back, and Draco was quite enjoying his view.  The only thing Draco liked better than a naked Harry was a naked and flustered Harry.  That also did rather funny things to his chest when he thought about it,

“Bugger, thought I had time to shower before it would be done,” Harry mumbled, looking up at Draco a bit sheepishly.

“I’m not quite sure that’s an appropriate outfit, Harry.  I’m quite sure I said dress robes.  Though I do think your birthday suit is quite becoming.”  

Harry flushed, warmth spreading up his cheeks.

“You’re not mad are you?  I know you said not to cook and I know I’m not actually ready yet, but,” and Harry trailed off a bit nervously.  His fingers tangled into the edge of his towel and Draco was transfixed as he watched the drops of water glide down Harry’s golden chest, resting n the soft trail of dark hair below his belly button.  


“Why are you making your own birthday cake?” Draco asks, tearing his away from Harry’s abdomen and congratulation himself on getting out such a coherent sentence when he’s quite sure the only real thought in his brain is fucking Harry senseless.

“Right, well I just remember how much you loved that cake I made for your birthday.”  Harry says it so earnestly, his eyes bright and smile relaxed as if it’s the most normal thing in the world for Harry to make Draco a cake on his own birthday.  And there it is again, that tightness in Draco’s chest that makes him feel entirely whole and shattered all at one.

“Oh, Harry,” Draco says walking towards Harry. There is possessive look in Draco’s eyes that Harry definitely can’t miss.

Draco kisses Harry, pushing him back against the counter and pressing against him until every inch of his body is pressed into Harry’s.  It’s slow at first, soft and sweet, as Draco tangles his long, delicate fingers into Harry’s still damp hair.  He sighs, dragging his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip until Harry opens his mouth in a whimper and that’s all it takes before everything shifts.  Draco is distinctly aware of the sound of breaking glass but he can’t be bothered to care about what it is they’ve knocked over because his mind can focus on one thing only and that one thing is Harry; has always been Harry.

Harry melts into him immediately, hooking his right leg behind Draco’s trying to pull him in even closer.  Harry makes a dissatisfied noise when Draco pulls out of the embrace but Draco is fast and before Harry can open his mouth to ask why Draco has stopped Harry feels something thick being spread down his stomach.  “Bugger,” Harry whispers as he looks down watching as Draco’s fingers drag  a thick stripe of frosting from his belly button to the tip of his quickly hardening cock.  He sucks in a breath as Draco pulls back again, looking up and smirking at Harry.

“Well you went all the trouble.  It would be rude of me not to taste it,” Draco says.

Then Draco is doing things that can only be described as sinful; sucking and licking and teasing.  Draco’s mouth is everywhere, sucking and licking off the frosting then leaving a trail of kisses behind.  He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his mouth around Harry’s cock and humming in satisfaction at the bitter taste of Harry’s pre-cum mixed with the overly sweet frosting.  Harry moans loudly, knocking another bowl on the floor as he struggles to keep himself standing upright.  

Harry’s finger’s find their way into Draco’s hair, stroking his head as Draco’s mouth bobs back and forth taking Harry in as deep as he can and sucking a bit harder than normal to get all the frosting off.  Draco knows Harry better than he knows himself, he knows he could drag this out even longer, teasing Harry until he can’t even walk or talk.  Except right now all Draco can think about is making Harry lose it.  He has no time for patience or games.  Draco knows exactly how to please Harry, and so he does.

It’s only a few moments later that Harry is whimpering as he slides down the kitchen cupboards to land in a heap next to Draco.

“Fuck me,” Harry whispers, grinning at Draco with the most beautiful green eyes, as he crawls onto his knees to kiss Draco.

Draco is about to respond when he notices a funny smell.  Harry seems to have noticed it to because suddenly he’s jumping up, cursing and pulling a very burnt looking cake out of the oven.

“Bugger.  Shit,” Harry curses, dropping the burnt cake onto the counter and frowning.   Then just as suddenly he looks up at Draco, his eyes alight with mischief.  “Actually, no that’s good.  Great even.  I have an even better idea!”

Before Draco can ask what exactly this brilliant idea is, Harry has grabbed the rest of the bowl of frosting and is dragging Draco down the hallway, and all Draco can do is grin.  

Sure, it might technically be Harry’s birthday but he’s pretty sure tonight they’re both going to get what they wish for.

20 Questions

Fandom: Frozen/Marvel crossover AU - Chiralities - S-Side
Rating: T
Pairings: Implied Kristanna
Summary: It’s been a while.Captain America and the Winter Soldier have a lot of catching up to do.
A/N: Playing around in the Chiralities sandbox again (and hopefully not stepping on any toes as I do so.) This started as three questions I don’t know what possessed me to go for 20. (Better title…?) 


“Is it heavy?”

Elsa’s reading a book when Anna asks the question. She sets it aside, dog-earing the page (which is one of those ‘things’—things Anna tells her she never used to do, but does now. Elsa has tried, many, many times to remember the indignation, the horror at seeing the folded corners, but there’s nothing but blank space where the memories should be.)

“Is what heavy?”

Anna pokes her in the arm.

Oh. Right. That.

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Adoption!verse remix -- because I don't have enough going on right now

So anonymousnerdgirl asked what would happen if Gold had found out about Bae when he was a baby.  The answer is this.

This is going to be a multi-part story and I am taking prompts for it, but I don’t think it’ll be as long as the other one (barring a massive outpouring of prompts, anyway) because I think ten years younger Gold and Belle will be much more open to a relationship.  I hope everyone enjoys it!

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