Little Kristanna high school things from the “Healing Through” verse (since I’m working on it this week):
Kristoff wasn’t the best student in the world, but he took more difficult electives just to have more classes with Anna. She tutored him a lot of nights, but he was more interested in snuggling and finding the sweet spot right behind her left ear that made her wiggle happily in his arms.
(He did write an amazing poem once in English class, anonymously. The teacher read it aloud to the class. Kristoff remained completely stoic but the tips of his ears were red as anything. Anna stayed half-turned in her seat the entire time the teacher recited it, looking back at him with a sly grin. She knew who the sentimental verses were about.)
Kristoff pitched for the varsity baseball team for three years. Anna never missed a game. She once caught a cold from sitting in the bleachers during a rainstorm. Kristoff wrapped her up in his sweater halfway through the game. She wore it for the rest of the week until Elsa finally made her wash it (”Anna, it’s getting kind of gross now”).
(Kristoff bought her like six different umbrellas and an electric blanket for future games.)
During gym class, one of Kristoff’s teammates made a very suggestive comment about Anna’s flexibility during stretching warm-ups. Kristoff squared his shoulders, stalked over to him… only to stand back as Anna quickly crossed the gym and punched him square in the jaw.
(They held hands in detention.)
They were nominated for but lost Cutest Couple in their senior year superlatives.
(They lost to an adorable lesbian couple who actually took a horse-and-carriage to prom and dressed up like Cinderella and Prince Charming. They understood completely, it was beautiful.)
Kristoff was voted MVP senior year for the varsity baseball team. At their last game, after they won the division championship, Anna ran onto the pitcher’s mound, threw herself into his arms, and kissed him as he raised her up off her feet.
(Anna said she would never do that again because god was he sweaty but it was a special occasion okay)
Kristoff stayed over after senior prom. They didn’t sleep. They didn’t even make love. They just curled up close together in her bed, not speaking.
(They were one row apart at graduation. As they filed out, their hands brushed. They were both crying.)
Before she left for college, Anna dialed the first six numbers of his cellphone at least a dozen times. She never called.
She had no way of knowing just how many times Kristoff did the same.
Bulda still has a picture of the two of them on the field at the championship game, cheeks pressed together, grinning deliriously, young and in love.
Kristoff has the same picture in his wallet, hidden behind his driver’s license.
Anna found her copy the night after Hans left, when she was boxing up his things. It was in a slightly-bent magnetic frame, curly-letters and flowers and “TRUE LOVE” bracketed around it.
When she stopped crying, she dialed six numbers again.
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In this heartwarming series called Barely Different, photographer and mom Anna Larson captures her two young daughters at play to show that love has no boundaries. Anna has three children, two of whom are biological and one who was adopted from Ethiopia five years ago.
“Two souls birthed on the opposite sides of the world, were brought close through adoption, and their bond is great because of unity. It’s opened my eyes to the potential we have to love and accept one another as brothers and sisters, just as they do.”
The big bang fans that follow me should scroll over this post full of negativity.
Why do I keep expecting to be wowed by BB s music?
It has literally been letdown after letdown this year. That gdtop song now? I want those three minutes back!
How can you write a song that has zero tension and therefore literally no resolution? Do ppl acutally LIKE this noise or is everyone just so up their asses they don’t mind anymore?
Bangbangbang was bad already, and now this song can’t even be saved by a funny video…
At this point fans going on about how they have so much artistic freedom look kind of foolish bc whatever song writing qualities gd once had he has clearly decided making actual music worth listening to is cutting into his busy shedule of hair dyes and questionable fashion choices…
i’m close to finishing secret life of the american teenager and im getting so pissed??
i ship ricky and amy with my entire exsistance but amy is just idek?? like she practically begged ricky to marry her and live with her and shit and got so jealous when ricky went to college but rICKY MADE IT WORK. so ricky proposed and now amy doesn’t want to get married and pretends she does and ricky loves her so much but all she does is want to stay single and childless and live in an apartment in new york like??
i already know they break up in the series finale and that sucks and i ship these two so hard but this relationship is so one sided so whatever this show is trash the only reason i watch it is for those two but they break up anyways
Early morning sunlight peeked in between the curtains. throwing a beam of light directly across Cas’s face. He groaned and rolled over to hide his face against his mate’s chest.
“Good morning, Mr. Winchester.” Dean rumbled sleepily.
“Mornin’.” Cas replied, the word muffled against Dean’s skin. He was never very articulate in the morning, Dean had learned.
“Was it just me, or was last night fan-freakin-tastic?” Dean asked, and Cas grunted his assent. “I mean, I think it was better than the wedding night. And that thing you do with the bending and the… Wow.”
Cas hummed appreciatively. “Glad you like it.” They lay there in silence for several minutes, allowing their combined scent to settle over them.
“We have to call home soon.” Dean eventually spoke.
“Ok. Go start the coffee; I’ll be there later.” Cas promised, but Dean shook his head.
“Nuh uh. You get to start the coffee today. I did it yesterday.” Dean reminded, causing Cas to groan. He contemplated the options in his mind; coffee or more sleep… Or… He glanced up at Dean, a mischievous tilt to his mouth.
“I think I have a better idea.” He offered, and Dean grinned as Cas pushed him on his back and straddled his waist.
Dean was sitting against the headboard with Cas settled between his legs, his back to Dean’s chest. Dean was holding out his phone in front of them so they were both in the camera shot.
“Papa! Dee!” Alfie yelled through the iPhone camera, and Dean chuckled.
“Hey, Big Guy! How are things at mamaw’s?” Dean asked. Alfie started babbling excitedly, pointing toward something outside of the camera shot. Cas smiled tenderly and leaned his head back against Dean’s shoulder. He thought he caught something about coloring and paint, but every time Alfie looked away, his voice faded a little bit.
After several minutes of babbling, Alfie stopped short. “When come home?” He asked, a tiny frown drawing his eyebrows together.
Cas smiled softly as he answered, “Soon, baby. Just a few more days.”
Alfie was appeased with his answer and smiled again. They heard Mary say something to the toddler, and Alfie nodded and said, “Lo’ you.”
“We love you too, baby.” Cas assured him. “Time to give the phone back to Mamaw.”
“Ok.” Alfie handed the phone to Mary and ran off to play.
“Is he behaving?” Cas asked, and Mary beamed, “Cas, he is an absolute gem. Now, you two get back to your honeymooning. We’ll see you on Saturday.”
“Love you, Mom.” Dean said, and Mary nodded, “I love you, both of you.”
After they hung up, Dean tossed the phone onto the nightstand and wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist, burying his face in the omega’s neck to nibble at the new mating mark there.
“Dean, when do you wanna adopt Alfie?” Cas asked, and Dean paused. They’d talked about it before the wedding, but nothing definite had been set.
“I’m ready if you are.” Dean finally answered.
“I think we’re ready.” Cas decided.
“We’ll have to get in touch with Crowley.” Dean cautioned, and Cas nodded. Dean and Cas had talked about Alfie’s biological father, of course, but, like Cas told Dean, there wasn’t much to talk about. They hadn’t been too serious to each other, just someone to mess around with.
As soon as Cas had found out about the pregnancy, their fling had ended. Crowley agreed to pay the child support, but preferred not to be involved in the ‘day to day affairs,’ as he put it. So every month, Cas received the check, but that was the extent of their interaction.
“I think Luci’s still in touch with him; I’ll ask him to set something up.” Cas said, but his tone was uneasy.
“What?” Dean asked, and Cas shrugged.
“I’m just worrying. What if he says no?” Cas wondered.
“Then he says no.” Dean replied matter-of-factly. “It’s not like I’m gonna love Alfie any less just because of some paperwork, Cas. I’ll still be there for him, and you, in all the ways that matter.”
Cas shook his head. “How do you always know exactly what to say?”
“What can I say? I’ve got mad skillz, with a Z.” Dean teased, and Cas laughed.
“Did you just quote Brooklyn Nine-Nine to me?” He asked. Dean chuckled against his shoulder as he pressed a soft kiss there.
“Words of wisdom with Detective Jake Peralta.”
A month after they returned from their honeymoon, Crowley and his lawyer flew in from London so they could all meet at Michael’s office. They asked Crowley if he wanted Alfie to come to the meeting so he could see him, but Crowley’s answer was, “God, no! What if it starts crying?” Cas tried not to be hurt by it.
Dean was prepared to hate the guy, but he found that he couldn’t. Dislike him? Sure. The guy was a dick. But Dean knew that if it hadn’t been for him, he and Cas wouldn’t have Alfie.
Crowley was a business man, through and through, so to him, the entire process was just another business transaction. He read over the affidavit of consent that would terminate his parental rights to Alfie.
“Oh, I like this part.” Crowley murmured when he read about termination of child support. Michael smirked, “Yeah, we figured you would. So?” He prodded.
Crowley glanced over at Alistair, who nodded. Crowley pulled out his pen and filled out the necessary information before handing the form back over to Michael. “Done, and done.”
He and Alistair stood, “Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I’ve got to see a man about a horse.”
Cas stood and smiled at him uncertainly. “Thank you, Crowley.”
“Of course, darling. Give my love to Naomi.” He called as he left the office. Only after he left did Cas realize that he hadn’t mentioned Alfie once. He felt a tinge of sadness for his son, but as soon as he saw the hopeful look on Dean’s face, the sadness vanished.
“So, what now?” Dean asked Michael. His brother-in-law smiled reassuringly.
“We file the affidavit with the court, along with your petition for adoption, and then wait for a court date. Honestly, the hardest part is usually obtaining the other biological parent’s consent, which we have, so it should be smooth sailing from here.”
Cas breathed a sigh of relief as Dean pulled him in for a kiss.
They received a court date for the next month. Dean spent the entire month wavering between extreme confidence and utter insecurity. He kept wondering if they’d done everything right, if Crowley would change his mind, if this would change things between him and Cas.
When the adoption hearing finally arrived, it was over so quickly that Dean was a little surprised. The judge, an elderly black man named Joshua, glanced over the paperwork, asked a few questions about Dean’s relationship with the omega and the pup, and then signed the paperwork.
“Since the pup is still in the care of the biological omega, I think we can forego any home visits and counseling.” The judge determined.
Michael nodded. “Thank you, Sir.” Dean and Cas nodded their agreement. Joshua smiled kindly at Alfie, who’d sat quietly in Cas’s lap throughout the hearing, “Have a good day.”
“I think this calls for froyo!” Gabriel declared that evening as they all sat around John and Mary’s back yard, celebrating the judge’s decision with a cookout.
“You say that for everything.” Anna muttered.
“That’s because froyo is good for everything.” Gabriel reasoned, and Anna rolled her eyes.
She looked over to where Dean sat on the porch swing with Cas snuggled against his side and Alfie settled in his lap. They looked content, complete. She smiled.
“They really are a beautiful family.” She murmured. From beside her, Sam caught her wistful tone and smiled at her.
“Don’t worry; it’ll happen for you someday, too.” He promised. Anna blushed and looked away, but Sam saw the pleased little smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Mary watched the exchange from where she sat with John. She smiled up at her husband, “Well, that will make holiday plans a lot easier.”
He smirked and shook his head, “Honestly, Woman, will you never stop meddling?”
“What? Alpha and beta pairings are very common.” She justified.
Only Michael saw the uncomfortable grimace that had flashed across Gabriel’s face as Sam and Anna spoke. Michael sighed softly and shook his head. Not again…
Alpha and beta pairings may have been very common, but alpha and alpha pairings were not, and for good reason. Had Gabriel learned nothing from the last time?