Linny1217

Your life was normal, not too normal, but just the right amount.  You had a small apartment in the city, a simple secretary position in a bank, and plenty of coworkers that you could call friends.  There was never a reason to question your life, as it was going perfectly well.  But deep down, you knew something was missing. Maybe it was just a normal feeling that everyone got once in a while.  Or maybe it was because people would always talk about their vacations and adventures to wild jungles and ruins while you were just barely getting by on what money you’d made.  It was a growing feeling that reading your favorite author and watchin

        It was hot out. To hot for her. And for Mattieu, who seemed to be in a similarly bad situation. It was one of the hottest days of the summer, in America. (Y/n) had come from Canada and meet Allen through Mattieu, and they had clicked right away, and started dating not long after. She had always tended to stay inside these days, because she was Canadian, and the heat never did her well.       It was Allen’s big baseball game today, and she didn’t want to miss it. She had even made vegan cupcakes -a recipe from Oliver- for after the game was over. But (y/n) was feeling rather hot, and a little dehydrated, despite the water

(Warning: No-no words) I've only seen him once in a blue moon. And by that, I mean I don't see him very often. Who is this "him" I'm speaking about? Well, I can't exactly say. It's not like I've worked up the courage to talk to this seemingly dangerous man. I'm only assuming he's dangerous. Maybe if he weren't carrying that nail-decorated bat around with him wherever he went, I would've just assumed he was nothing more than a random, attractive New Yorker who you'd have that one-second crush on, you know? How could I not? The guy's a looker, with tan skin and dark brown hair, and sunglasses mysteriously covering his eyes. Tall, dark, and

Winter break was your favourite time of year. Snow, cute accessories, hot chocolate and cuddling in warm blanket. There was a first day of your break so after long night with your boyfriend, you decided to stay in bed as long as possible. It was noon as loud snap woke you up. You blinked few times and looked at free space next to you. It was cold which means Al got up waaaay earlier than you. You put a long shirt around your bare body and walked out the bedroom. Al stood in kitchen with grocery bags in his hands. "Good morning, Al" you yawned "Took you enough to get up" he murmured and put fresh vegetables in a fridge. "Oh, it's not my fau

"Al, let's just.. break up." "WHAT-- WHY?!" "Get out of my house. Now. PRONTO." "Why, babe? What did I do?" You drag your boyfriend to the front door, as he goes outside. "Babe! Tell me, what did I do?" "GET OUT. OF. MY. YARD! ITS WATERED, AND ORGANIZED! YOUR KILLING MEEE!" "Babe! (Y/N)! (C/N)~~~!!! Dudette, what did I do?!" "Son of a... YOU ATE MY PRECIOUS!" You drag him back in, to the fridge. You open the fridge, to reveal... Nothing. Just pure clean, not dirty. You open the freezer part, to see your boyfriend's hamburgers, and cheeseburgers. "YOU SEE, MY PRECIOUS IS GONE! YOU ATE IT ALL!" "DUDETTE, I SWEAR! I ONLY ATE MY BURGE

~Why is Everything French?~                Slamming the new cookbook from Francis on the counter, Arthur’s face lit to a bright red.  Slipping the apron off over his head, he flung it across the room.  Swearing up a blue streak that could even put a blush on a sailor’s face, you finally surfaced in the kitchen’s door.  “That manky nancy is always insulting my…everything!”                Clearing your throat you dared to get the attention of the fuming blond that stormed around the kitchen.  Finally stopping in front of the large French style windows, he crossed his arms, clearly ignoring you.