A/N: Imagine Bering and Wells' daughter annoyed by all the post-its. From the imagineberingandwells blog. Thanks for this prompt. It was cute. :)

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Sarah Bering-Wells grew up in a very interesting household. Her parents weren't exactly normal, but normal was overrated. At least that's how she felt until highschool started; then she prayed for normal. She understood most of her parents quirks and interests; she shared her mother's love for reading and collecting old books, joined her mum with tinkering and inventing, and she even loved dead languages which was odd for a girl her age. There was only one thing that would often unnerve her. Post-its. They were everywhere, all the time and they invaded every corner of her life.

Sarah woke up to the sound of her alarm which she didn't set. She rolled over, eyes still closed and hit the snooze button, only to find that it was covered with a post-it note that stuck to her had. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the blurred edge of a note stuck to her forehead.

"Seriously?" She said, pulling it off and reading it. 'Good morning.' She stuck it to her table and read the one on her hand. 'Left early for the warehouse so we set your alarm.' It was signed mum, they all were.

She swung her legs over the side of her bed and stepped on another piece of paper. 'Go brush your teeth, we bought you a new tooth brush.' "You have got to be kidding." She groaned in annoyance, walking to the bathroom where she found more post-its saying 'remember to floss' and 'don't forget to wash your face and moisturize.'

On her way to the kitchen, more popped up that were unavoidable. It was like her parents knew her every step and strategically placed them so they'd stick to her.

She got off to school and throughout the day, post-its seemed to be falling from everything she touched. Three throughout her folder, one on her English Lit paper saying 'I give this an A darling. Wonderful job!' and it followed her to lunch and her fencing lessons and even to martial arts.

By the time she got home, she was irritate beyond belief. A normal day would consist of 3 to 5 post-it notes, a little more if her mother's were away for work, but on this day there were 15. She didn't understand why so many, and they were all so random. 'We love you' 'You're a wonderful daughter.' Lots of motivating words during lessons, that had her friends giggling and her blushing out of embarrassment.

She walked to her front door and unlocked it. When she reached for the light another post-it stuck to her. She immediately hit her head against the closed door and sighed before reading it. 'Sweet 16.' She smiled, the goofiest grin plastered on her face that had her looking exactly like Myka. She turned around and her family stood there grinning, party hats, streamers, cake, ice cream and gifts.

"Happy birthday darling." Helena walked to Sarah and hugged her tight.

Myka joined them, her long arms wrapping around both of them. "We love you."

"I know. I could tell from all the notes you left... all 16 of them." She had felt bothered all day by the post-its, but at the end of every day she knew how lucky she was to have this; an odd, unconventional, but loving family. She would always be grateful for that. "I love you guys too."

That night before going to sleep, she reached under her bed and pulled out a box. When she opened it, tears lined her eyes and she smiled. It was overflowing with post-its that were left by her parents for her since she was five years old.

As she looked at them she could remember every single one, how she found it, why it was there. Some said 'eat your soup and feel better soon.' Others said 'Let the games begin.' Those she'd find before her parents would attack her with water guns or send her off on a scavanger hunt.

She took the 16 notes and tucked them into the box reverently, and before closing it she looked upon the note that started it all. It was laminated and taped inside the lid, the last note she would see before going to sleep each night and she would smile when she read it. 'Keep it. You can owe me.'

Thank you! Saw the prompt and this little thing just attacked my brain. I hope you guys liked it. Please do feel free to leave a comment. I appreciate it. Love you all. XO