Changed Education (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: You are a strong, independent, and outspoken woman who fights for what she believes in. Your passion just so happens to be changing the education system. Watch as you meet Alexander and try to achieve your goal.

Warnings: None

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2000

A/N: Yes, I am alive. I know this took way longer than it should have, but I needed to take the time to get it so I liked it. To apologize, staring today, I will post a new story every day for the next 5-7 days.To the requester I hope this is what you were looking for. I enjoyed writing this so much, it was an interesting topic I wouldn’t have explored without this request. I hope you and enjoy and have a wonderful day!

It was extremely difficult for a woman to advance far in education, especially during the 1700′s. Most narrow-minded men believed a woman should only need to know how to write her name and read her religious book. Other than that, men only expected a woman to know how to cook, clean, and take of children.

Luckily, you had grown up in a household with your mother who was a strong, independent woman, and you father who supported women in their fight for education equality. They both disagreed with society’s expectations of a women and began educating you from a young age.

Unlike many girls of your time, you had the opportunity to study literature, writing, arithmetic, science, and even a bit of politics. This combined with your upbringing, turned you into a woman who was unafraid to stand up against egotistical men who believed women were beneath them. Many a times, you had almost gone head to head with somebody over a comment on your knowledge.

However, while you were extremely proud of your intelligence, it made it hard to hold friendships and even harder to find a man who wanted to court you. Most times when you would start a relationship, you were told by the men to stop reading because it wasn’t right for a woman. If they ever did say this, you would slap them, remind them that woman were just as, if not more, capable as men, and would leave.

For this reason, you tried to avoid balls and other social situations as much as possible. They were often an uncomfortable event where you found yourself off to the side, alone, while you watched your best friend Angelica Schuyler dance the night away.

Angelica was similar to you, really. She was intelligent, witty, outspoken, and very stubborn. So stubborn that she was able to convince you to join her at the Winter’s Ball that was being hosted at the end of the week. Although you tried to get out of it, she begged and pleaded with you until you couldn’t say no.

The night of, she let you borrow one of her dresses and helped you to curl your hair to perfection. As you stood in front of the mirror, gazing at your reflection, you had to admit that you looked beautiful. With all the work you did, it was uncommon for you to dress up, so it was a nice change.

Walking side by side, Angelica made you promise her something.

“Promise me you will find at least one man to dance with tonight.” she pleaded.

“Angelica, you know it’s unlikely I will find anyone to dance with tonight.” you sighed, fiddling with your dress.

Eventually, you ended up promising her that you would dance at least once tonight. Not long after you both entered the ball, Angelica was swept away by a solider who had been tripping over himself just to impress her.

You smiled from the side as you watched Angelica go from one man to the next, dancing the night away. The familiar feeling of awkwardness feel over you as you stood alone. Looking around the room, you sighed once you realized nearly every man was dancing with a woman already.

In all honest, you were about to leave when someone began to head your way. As the mysterious man drew closer, you groaned internally when you recognized him as Charles Lee. While you had never met the man, you had heard from multiple people that he was highly annoying.

Now standing directly in front of you, Lee gave a small bow, and you curtsied back only because it was polite. He held out an arm for you and had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Would you allow me the honor of accompanying you for a dance?” he asked you.

Silently, you nodded and let him lead you to the dance floor. He rested his one arm on your waist and took hold of the other hand, while your free hand rested on his shoulder. Then the dance began and you prayed for it to be over. Eventually, he tried to make small conversation.

“Tell me something about yourself, Miss. (y/ln).” he commanded gently with a smile.

You thought for a moment before you spoke. “Well, right now I am trying to raise enough money to become a certified teacher and then open up a school for girls, I-” you stated explaining passionately before you were interrupted.

“Ha!” Lee laughed after you. “I would quit your dreams now. Women have no reason to get an education, and it makes even less sense for them to be teaching.” he jeered.

Instantly, you stopped dancing and stared incredulously at the man in front of you. “How dare you?” you accused. “Do you not realize that education is wasted on egotistical men who are too blind and stuck up to appreciate what they have. Woman are just as capable, even more, as men and we do deserve to get out education.” you shouted.

“Do not attempt to contact me the rest of the night.” you warned and slapped Lee before storming away back to the corner you stood in originally.

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Destinations (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Prompt166 - “I’m so stupid for making the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

Words: 2000

A/N: Hey guys, I’m finally back! I know it’s been like 6 days (i’m sorry!). I have exams this week and next week so I’m not sure how much I’ll be writing. I’ll try to do some stuff but school comes first! Anyways, enjoy!

“Close your eyes!”


“Just do it Jared!”

“Fine.” He grumbles, but relents and closes his eyes.

I grab his hand, sending tingles through my body, and lead him up the stairs and into his room.

“Okay, open them!” I say, standing aside and watching him as he sees my masterpiece. I had filled his room with streamers and balloons as a little birthday surprise.

“Happy birthday!” I exclaim.

He smiles at the colorful decorations adorning his room, tossing an orange balloon at me, “It’s amazing, Y/N. Thanks.” He gives me a little side hug but I rush out of his grasp and over to his desk.

“You haven’t even seen the best part yet!” I say, grabbing the piece of paper off the table and handing it to him.

“Jared Kleinman’s Birthday Extravaganza?” He reads, throwing a confused glance at me.

“Keep reading!” I urge, my smile widening.

“Since it is the birthday of my bestest friend - ‘bestest’ isn’t a word, Y/N.” Jared critiques.

“It’s a joke, Kleinman, now shush and read!”

“My bestest friend, Jared Robert - Oh my god, how many times have I told you not to use my middle name!”

“Oh my god, shut up Jared!”

“Jared Robert Kleinman; I, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, have planned the biggest, most amazing birthday celebration in the history of the world to appreciate him and his 17 years of life.” He looks up, significantly confused.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late for part one of the Jared Kleinman Birthday Extravaganza!” I call out, heading out the door with Jared close on my heels.

“Where are we going?” He asks, his voice laced with curiosity.

“If I told you, that would ruin the surprise and the Jared Kleinman Birthday Extravaganza would be ruined.” I said, climbing into the car and starting it up. Jared gets into the passenger side

“Are you gonna keep calling it that every time?”


Jared groaned, but I could see the smile he was trying to hide.

We drove to destination #1, Jared trying to get any information about the day’s events and me refusing to relinquish any information.

“Okay, we’re here!” I say, climbing out of the car after parking in front of the old bowling alley. This place must have been here for at least half a century. The bowling shoes were ripped, the balls scuffed and scraped, the old white paint chipped off the walls and half of the lights illuminating the lanes were broken. But, Jared and I still loved it.

“The Rock N’ Roll Bowling Alley?” He asked.

“You know why?” I asked, a mischievous look in my eye

He thinks for a second before it hits him, “7th grade. Suzanne Roberts’ birthday party. The first time we met.” he recites, laughing softly.

“You somehow threw your ball into my lane and messed up my shot.” I laughed.

“You went crazy, I thought that was the last time I’d ever see the light of day!” He chuckled. I shove him gently before walking into the alley.

We choose the same lane as always, tucked away in the corner in between the broken crane machines and the closed snack bar. Jared goes to set the scoreboard up and I start putting on my shoes. My big toe pokes through a hole in the top of the shoe, exposing the tip of my blue sock.

We bowl for a little over an hour with only a few mishaps, including Jared accidentally going onto the lane and slipping and me rolling at least half of my shots into the gutter (“I told you we should have uses bumpers!” Jared exclaims. “Nonsense! I’m doing fine!” I insist, as yet another ball veers to the side and clangs against the gutter.)

Jared ends up winning, like always, with two times my amount of points.

“I’ll get you one day Kleinman, you wait and see.” I warn him, pulling off my bowling shoes and slipping my feet into my converse.

“Good luck with that, Y/L/N.”

We place our shoes on the counter and walk out of the building, the hot summer air hitting us like a wall. This time, Jared doesn’t ask where we’re going and gets straight into the car.

“I still can’t believe you did all of this.” Jared chuckles.

“You’re my best friend Jared, I’d do anything for you.”

“Yup, just friends.” He mumbles under his breath. What does that mean?

I keep driving and turn into the parking lot of the next destination. Jared laughs as it comes into view, recognizing the mini golf course. “Monster Mini Golf. The first time just the two of us hung out.” I could feel his eyes on me while I parked. I dig around the floor of the car for my bag, stuffing all my shit into it. I didn’t realize that Jared had already left the car and was opening my door for me. I hop out and blush, slinging my backpack over my shoulders and heading to the building with Jared at my side. 

We walk into the building, letting our eyes adjust from the sunny outside to the dark interior of the building. The course had a haunted theme, zombie and vampire statues were erected around the holes and creepy pictures hung on the walls. A black light lit up the room, making my white shoes glow in the dark. It was pretty corny, but we loved it.

We grab our clubs, pick out golf balls (blue for Jared and orange for me) and head into the maze of lanes.

“God, I haven’t been here in forever.” Jared comments, placing his ball down for the first hole.

“I know, almost 4 years now.” I watch as he swings to hit the ball and misses horribly, flinging his club across the room. We burst out laughing at Jared’s horrible fail. We silence ourselves as an angry employee stomps across the room, grumbling about safety and respect as he hands Jared his club.

We continue through the course until we’re at the last one. I hated this room. It was filled with weird creatures that would pop out at random times, yelling and talking. Jared noticed my sudden silence and wide eyes almost immediately.

“We can skip this one if you want.” Jared says softly, touching my arm. I jump at his touch and quickly shake my head.

“I’ll be fine. Go ahead.” He looks at me one last time before placing his ball down and taking his shot. Right as he hits the ball, a door bangs open and an animatronic doll pops out of the wall, laughing deviously before going back through the door it came.

I scream and drop my club, the jump scare taking me by surprise. Jared drops his club and wraps his arm around me, startled by my sudden outburst. I burry my head in his stomach and calm my racing heart. Jared picks up our clubs and leads me out of the room without finishing the course, his arm still wrapped around me. I turn red, both from getting scared so easily and Jared’s arm holding me fast to him.

“I’m driving.” Jared states, taking the keys from me.

“But, it’ll ruin the surprise.” I moan.

“This day has been amazing, I don’t need a surprise destination to make it better.” He says, squeezing my shoulder.

He opens the passenger door, motioning for me to get in (which I reluctantly do). I hand him the slip of paper with the third destination on it, which he scans quickly before smiling and starting the car. We drive in silence, the radio playing quietly in the background.

We pull up to the retro building, the familiar neon sign advertising “Mario’s Arcade” blinking obnoxiously. We climb out of the car and I gravitate towards Jared, walking so close to him that our shoulders occasionally bump. 

“Mario’s Arcade?” He questions, not understanding the significance of this particular spot.

“The place I realized you were my best friend. The one person I knew I could always rely on.” I finish, looking down at the floor. 

Jared links his arm through mine, smiling and pulling me through the glass doors. The little bell over the door rings as we walk in. After being greeted by Mario himself, we head through the maze of vintage arcade games. A couple people were scattered around the room, two boys and a dad with his two daughters. I smile as I pass them, their faces shining with happiness as they played Pac-Man with their father. When I turn away, I am met with Jared staring straight at me, a calm smile clinging to his face.

“Race you to Space Shooter!” I yell out, sprinting towards the back of the room. Jared follows behind me, close on my heels. I make it to the machine first, thanks to my head start, and slip in the coins to play. 

Jared came up behind me, looking over my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my waist so he could reach the keys to help me out. I froze, noticing how close our faces were.

Not that I was complaining.

We ended up hanging out at the arcade for hours. We left and got back into the car, driving along the dark, empty roads. Jared had volunteered to drive so I sat in the passenger seat, exhausted from the day’s events.

“So, how was the Jared Kleinman Birthday Extravaganza?” I say softly.

“Amazing.” Jared says, looking over at me, “The best birthday I’ve ever had.

I smile, my heart overflowing with happiness and love.

“We should get ice cream.” I mumble, half asleep.

“At 11 PM?” Jared chuckles.

“Time is a social construct.” I retort.

“Can’t dispute with that, now can I.” He says.

Five minutes later, we sit in the car in the parking lot of Carvel, ice creams in our hands. I pull my knees up and sit cross legged on the seat, happily eating my chocolate ice cream. 

I look at Jared. The moonlight was set to him perfectly, making him look like a teenage heartthrob in a corny romantic movie. His hair was slightly disheveled from our long day and his glasses lay crooked on his nose. He catches me staring and I quickly look down into my ice cream cup, taking a bite.

“Hey,” He begins, “I was wondering if you… If you wanted to… Never mind.“ He shakes his head, a frown replacing the smile that had stuck to his face the whole day.

“What’s up, Jared?”

“Never mind, I’m stupid, forget I said anything”

“You’re not stupid!” Jared glares at me, unconvinced, “Okay, sometimes you can be a bit of an idiot, but I’m sure that’s not the case this time.”

He chuckles, stirring his partially melted ice cream around his cup. Condensation builds on the outside of the paper cup, dripping down his wrists like tears.

“Just, tell me why you’re ‘stupid’ and I’ll be the judge of whether it’s true or not.” I decide, extremely curious about what was going through his head right now.

He contemplates for a second, before a sudden flash of bravery hits him. All the sudden, he’s leaning towards me and placing his lips on mine. I’m too shocked to move and before I know it, he’s pulling away and restoring the distance between us. 

“I’m stupid for making the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.” He states simply.

I sit there, stunned and still processing what just happened.

“I’ve made my decision.” I start, “Turns out, you’re not as stupid as you think, Kleinman.” I lean in this time, crashing my lips against his. I feel him smile through the kiss, his hands flying to the back of my head and mine placed on his cheeks.

We break away, leaning back against our seats in silence.

“Thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t return the favor.” Jared sighs in relief. I laugh before grabbing his hand.

“I love you, Jared.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”


Summary: Phil isn’t good with crowds and gets into a state of panic as he and Dan get caught up in one at a youtube event.

Genre: comfort, fluff

Warnings: crowds, panic attack, meanie security guy

Word count: 2000

A/N: This is a little short fluffy fic I wrote a while ago to keep you entertained whilst I try and write other things. I feel bad that its been nearly three weeks since I posted anything, but I’ve left school now so things should be better. Enjoy!

Dan’s POV:

I looked to both sides and saw that there wasn’t much choice other than pushing through the crowd before us. Phil visibly paled as he realised this, and moved a half step closer to me.

“We’re going to have to go through this,” I said to Phil, a grim expression on my face as I knew he wasn’t good with crowds, “Stay close by my side, and if you need to, then take my hand.”

“Okay,” Phil said, sounding rather nervous.

Making sure Phil was with me, I pushed forwards into the crowd. I went in front of him, thinking that it would be easier for him to follow through in my wake. I turned my head every few seconds to make sure that Phil was still close behind me.

We were doing quite well, or so I thought, until I turned and realised that Phil was slightly behind me, but now a couple of people to my left. It was only thanks to my obnoxious tallness that I could actually see him.

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I ship it

Dylan O’Brian x reader

Summary: In your high school you have a great group of friends. And some of them ships you a lot with Dylan even if you told them that’s nothing gonna happen between the to of you, they still ships you.
Warnings: fluff,angst, swearing 
Words count: 3000.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

I’m not the type of girl who has a lot of girl best friends. Of course I have female friends, Peggy and Mary but my best friend is Dylan. We are friends since the first year. I remember that he was my first friend in high school because I sat next to him and we just became good friends. Then best friends. Dylan and I do everything together, we are together in the school, after school, in the weekend and almost the whole summer break.

Even if Dylan is my best friend, sometimes I need some time with just the girls. And this is one of those moments. I have a sleepover at Peggy’s house just the three of us. I feel like that Peggy and Mary is hiding something from me, so I tried to figure it out.

Actually, it’s going for like a week now. They are just looking so mysterious, and they never told me what are they talking about. But I accept it and don’t ask them, but this night they decided to tell me.

“(Y/N) we know that you know, that we hiding something from you. And actually we just wanted to ask if you and Dylan…Umm…You know a thing?”

“Oh, no. We are just friends, nothing more, really. And you both know that Dylan has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, we know Lizzie, and she is an asshole, especially with you. This is why I ship you two.” Peggy said and she looked at Mary. She agreed with her, then both of them looked back at me.”We have to make them a couple.”Peggy said. I waited a few moments to see if they are just joking or they serious, but when I realized they don’t joking at all, I burst out of laughter.

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Fate/Stay Night Timelines 2

A basic overview of the timelines in the Nasuverse. This one specifically follows: Fate/Extra, Fate/Extra CCC, Fate/Extra CCC Foxtail and Angel Notes.

So as not to confuse newcomers, the details are extremely basic and not too complex.

‘Main’ Timelines

4.6 Billion Years Ago

  • The Moon comes into existence, formed from strange crystals and an unknown civilisation creates a supercomputer known as the Moon Cell within the object.
  • The Solar System forms around the Moon and the newborn Sun.

Distant Past

  • The World is created and Gaia is ‘born’. Alaya is also created but is one with Gaia.
  • The Moon Cell begins to record Earth and simulate a perfect copy of the planet inside the Moon. This copy is so perfect it is said it can predict the future.
  • Because of the Moon’s differing origin, Crimson Moon Brunestud does not exist, and there are no vampires, nor any Arceuid Brunestud. The events of Tsukihime and Melty Blood are never able to occur.
  • Type-Mercury, the Ultimate One of Mercury arrives on Earth after receiving a message from Gaia far into the future. It lands in South America to await the ‘promised time’.
  • Age of the Gods begins.
  • Alaya splits from Gaia and becomes a separate force.

931 BCE

  • King Solomon dies and the Age of the Gods comes to an end. Magic starts to weaken as science and reason become stronger. Only five parts of ‘True Magic’ remain.


  • Justeaze von Einzbern, Nagato Tohsaka and Zolgen Makiri create the Holy Grail War alongside Zelretch with the Third True Magic, Heaven’s Feel. Justeaze sacrifices herself to becomes the Grail. Distraught, Zolgen vows to get the Grail so that he make her dream of reaching the Root true. At some point, he renames himself Zouken Matou.

Around 1800

  • First GW takes place. Unknown if there is a winner.


  • Second GW takes place. All Masters murder each other quickly. Church intervenes and new rules are created.


  • Third GW takes place. Einzberns summon Angra Mainyu as Avenger but he is defeated quickly. His spirit corrupts the Grail and the Lesser Grail is destroyed. There is no winner.


  • An unknown event quickens the decay of magic from the world.
  • The fourth and fifth GW possibly happen but with an unknown outcome.
  • Shirou is still adopted by Kiritsugu however.
  • By 2030, magic is completely gone.


  • Famous scientist Twice H. Pieceman is killed in a terrorist attack and his data is recorded by the Moon Cell.


  • A person with the fatal disorder, Amnesia Syndrome is frozen in the hopes of the future holding a cure. Their data is recorded by the Moon Cell which creates an NPC named Hakuno Kishinami. 
  • Hakuno is either male or female, creating a split timeline but the following events happen exactly the same way.

Unknown Period (Possibly 2004-2030)

  • Shirou Emiya stops a nuclear explosion by becoming a Counter Guardian. On his travels as a CG, he is arrested and brought to justice for the crimes he committed. He is sentenced to death but he is content and happy. He dies an unknown hero who loved his life. His data is recorded in the Moon Cell.


  • The Western European Conglomerate and the Harwey family discover the Moon Cell which hacks into every computer in the world within two seconds destroying internet security.
  • The Moon Cell begins to simulate the GW’s and any person that can hack into its systems via the internet, which is now completely open, becomes a Master.
  • The NPC based on Twice watches over the multiple GW’s inside the moon and eventually becomes self-aware.
  • Becoming a Master, he summons Tamamo no Mae but fails to win. Crying out for salvation, he summons Buddha and the two win the war. Upon reaching the Moon Cell core, Twice rewrites the system completely and uses it to cause wars across the globe in order to ‘advance’ humanity.

Unknown Period (Possibly 2050′s)

  • The NPC of Hakuno becomes self-aware and becomes a Master by summoning either Nero, Tamamo or Shirou Emiya.
  • This creates another split in the timelines, but the following events happen exactly the same way until Hakuno uses a Command Seal.
  • Shiki Ryougi travels into the Moon Cell possibly from the Melty Blood timeline. She becomes the Servant ‘Monster’ and kills 99 Masters. She later kills an unknown Master or is rescued by the Aozaki sisters, or stopped by Hakuno, and returns to her true timeline.
  • Fate/Extra takes place, and Hakuno uses their Command Seal to rescue either Rin Tousaka or Rani VIII.

Two New Timelines Created

Rin Route

  • The NPC Nurse Matou becomes self-aware and falls in love with Hakuno. Fearing deletion, she gives her memories to another NPC copy of herself, BB.
  • Rin is saved and Rani dies. Rani is saved by BB and her soul is stored within the Far Side.
  • Rin and Hakuno confront Twice and win the GW.
  • Hakuno is deleted but rescued by BB.

Rani Route

  • The NPC called Nurse Matou becomes self-aware and falls in love with Hakuno. Fearing deletion, she gives her memories to another NPC copy of herself, BB.
  • Rani is saved and Rin dies. Rin is saved by BB and her soul is stored within the Far Side.
  • Rani and Hakuno confront Twice and win the GW.
  • Hakuno is deleted but rescued by BB.

Both Timelines

Unknown Period (Possibly same year as Fate/Extra)

  • Rani Route and Rin Route reconverge.
  • All saved Masters are resurrected but trapped by BB.
  • Hakuno becomes a Master once more of either Nero, Tamamo, Shirou or Gilgamesh.
  • Events of Fate/Extra CCC take place.
  • Hakuno and friends defeat BB and differing events can happen based on chosen Servant. 

Nero Ending

  • Nero and Hakuno marry and Hakuno returns to the Moon Cell.

Tamamo Ending

  • Hakuno returns to the Moon Cell.

Shirou Ending

  • Somepoint in the past, Hakuno’s original self awakens and meets Shirou before he was a Counter Guardian.

Gilgamesh Ending

  • Gilgamesh breaks the Moon Cell War and takes Hakuno to some planet 1500 light years away.

Foxtail Timeline

Unknown Period (Possibly 2050′s)

  • The NPC of Hakuno becomes self-aware and becomes the Master of Tamamo. Hakuno is a definitive male in this world.
  • Fate/Extra CCC Foxtail takes place around the same time Fate/Extra would.

All Timelines

?Distant Future?

  • Humans pollute the earth.
  • Gaia dies and calls out to the Ultimate Ones to destroy humanity. One message arrives thousands of years in the past to Type-Mercury who has already arrived and gotten the message sometime in the past.
  • The ‘promised time’ begins.
  • Humans are almost wiped out and A-Rays evolve.
  • Gun God, the A-Rays and Type Venus fight against the other Types. Venus dies. Type-Venus becomes V.V. Gun falls in love with her and dies fighting against Type-Saturn. Unknown outcome.
You’re Officially On a Time Out, Kiddo

Request: How about when Sam and Deans sister gets turned into a toddler, and she does something that a toddler would do to get in trouble and pit in time out. I think that would be funny — sushisector

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester x toddler!sister!reader

Words: 2000

A/N: Hopefully it turned out somewhat like you imagined :)

Originally posted by soluscheese

Originally posted by supernaturaldaily

Your name: submit What is this?

Last night something happened. Something really weird — even for you Winchesters.

Dean had thought that he, Sam and you had the situation under control. Yes, she was a witch, and they could be tricky. But, she was just one, and you were three. It should have been a quick hunt, and then you would go back home and watch a movie or something. Dean even thought that he could make a quick run to the bar, if he was lucky. Though, those plans went out the window, when the witch first knocked down Dean himself, sent Sam flying towards the wall, and then, when you pounced on her, hit you with a spell. And here comes the weird part — Dean and Sam then watch you shrink. Bright light, bam, and then you were sitting on the floor, in a pile of your own clothing. And you weren’t more than three years old. A toddler.

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Nervous Wreck

Summary: If there’s one thing Tony knew how to do, it was how to be suave. After meeting you, it dawned on him that maybe he needed a better education in that particular life skill. 

Warnings: Conversational meme usage, also, swearing and a hella weak ending

Word count: 2000

A/N: I tried

Originally posted by hddlstn

Tony Stark was a playboy. As smooth as the gold alloy his suit was made of and as popular as an alpha of the pack. He was not someone who got nervous around a girl, especially not to the point where he’d trip or blank out or even stutter - that was not Tony Stark.

And yet, it’s the only Tony Stark you know. Tony blames it on bad luck, especially when Bruce gives him a questioning look after every one of his incidents. Deep down it actually kind of freaks him out, solely because he thinks he knows the way to a woman’s heart is confidence, and he’s always just short of that when you’re present.

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Exes at the Oscars

Celebrity couples are a fickle bunch — and you needn’t look any further for proof. These beautiful, glamorous, and oh-so-in-love pairs celebrated the Academy Awards, Hollywood’s biggest night, arm in arm. However, these images have long outlasted their love stories. In honor of the big show, join us for a trip down memory lane.

Leonardo DiCaprio and Gisele Bündchen, 2005

The only blonde on Leo’s arm come Oscars night this year will be his mom, Irmelin. This is the reason why: Over a decade ago, the Best Actor nominee and his then-squeeze, Gisele Bündchen — who had been dating for over five years at that point — finally made their red carpet debut at the big event. While she looked gorgeous, he looked pretty uncomfortable — and apparently he was. They broke up several months later. Although The Revenant star has romanced no shortage of beauties since (and he’s currently linked to this model), he has never handed out the golden ticket again. It’s either Mama or his vape pen. Sometimes both. (Kevin Mazur/WireImage)

Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck, 2003

This photo says everything about Bennifer’s relationship at that point in time — from the fact that he was looking over her shoulder while they kissed to his blotchy spray tan and slicked-back coif. By the following year, the couple only had memories of their time together — and a $2.5 million, 6.1-carat pink diamond engagement ring that he ended up selling. (Dan MacMedan/WireImage)

Cameron Diaz and Matt Dillon, 1998

Yes, they dated. After bonding over hair gel and stuff on the set of There’s Something About Mary, the co-stars embarked on a three-year romance and were each other’s plus-ones. While they looked comfortable together — or maybe it’s just Cameron Diaz’s pajamas?! — they soon outgrew each other, like Cameron outgrew that schoolgirl bob. (Kevin Mazur/WireImage)

Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise, 2000

A year before their nasty divorce, she was looking at him and he was looking up at… Xenu? (Getty Images)

Alec Baldwin and Kim Basinger, 1991

No, this is not a prom photo. One year after they met and two years before they married, Ireland Baldwin’s parents (Kim, looking like Barbie, and Alec, looking like he needed a shave) attended the show together. (Barry King/WireImage)

Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer, 2009

In hindsight, going to the Oscars together was a bad idea for these two. It was an intense year for Jennifer Aniston — she was a presenter and Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie were in the audience — so her on-again, off-again beau was there to provide “moral support.” Not enough, apparently, because they broke up just weeks later following a “fight.” (AP Photo/Chris Carlson)

Julia Roberts and Kiefer Sutherland, 1991

Her brassy ‘do was for Hook, and Julia Roberts, who was nominated as Best Actress for Pretty Woman, was hooked on her “beautiful blue-eyed, green-eyed friend” after they co-starred in Flatliners. While you stare at those smiles, remember how things ended: with Julia as a real-life runaway bride! (Vinnie Zuffante/Getty Images)

Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis, 2004 

French singer and model Vanessa Paradis helped Johnny Depp, nominated in the Best Actor category for Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, through what will go down in history as his worst. hair. day. ever. (FilmMagic.com)

Winona Ryder and Christian Slater, 1989 

J.D. and Veronica were really a thing — and serious enough to attend the Oscars together … back when cummerbunds were in. We wonder if people went up to them all night asking, “What’s your damage?” We totally would have. (Ron Galella/WireImage)

Jesse James and Sandra Bullock, 2010

We all remember what happened just weeks after this photo was taken. Out of respect for Sandy, winner of the Best Actress award for The Blind Side and our favorite girl next door, we won’t even rehash it. (Getty Images)

Cindy Crawford and Richard Gere, 1991

The supermodel, who turned 50 this month, was just 25 when she attended the awards with the Pretty Woman actor, who was 17 years her senior. They married later that year (exchanging tinfoil rings!) but didn’t make it through 1994 — despite bizarrely dropping $30,000 on an ad proclaiming they were “heterosexual and monogamous and take our commitment to each other very seriously.” They always seemed like an odd match. (Ron Galella/WireImage)

Robin Wright and Sean Penn, 2009

With their hot-and-cold marriage, we’re surprised they even attended the show together in 2009, when he was named Best Actor for Milk. It’s fitting they both wore black, though, because they somberly ended their marriage — splitting for good — that same year. (Getty Images)

Brad Pitt and Juliette Lewis, 1992

Did he tell her it was a good idea to wear those cornrows? Did she tell him it was cool to wear those shoes? The lovebirds looked more like they were going to a costume party than to the Hollywood party of the year. But who could blame them? At 28 and 18, they were practically babies. (Jim Smeal/WireImage)

Uma Thurman and Ethan Hawke, 2002

Forget Uma, Oprah! It was Uma, Ethan the year he was nominated as Best Supporting Actor for Training Day. And a fun fact for you: She gave birth to their second child, son Roan, just two months before and still looked this good. (Steve Granitz/WireImage)

Demi Moore and Bruce Willis, 1989

What came between these two? Maybe her cape. (Barry King/Getty Images)

Geena Davis and Jeff Goldblum, 1989

Her dress, his hair… If this isn’t the epitome of the 1980s, we don’t know what is. (Barry King/WireImage)

Anne Hathaway and Raffaello Follieri, 2008 

This photo was taken about seven months before Raffaello Follieri pleaded guilty to 14 counts of wire fraud, money laundering, and conspiracy. Needless to say, he wasn’t her date when she won the Best Actress Oscar for Les Misérables in 2013. (Getty Images)

Don Johnson and Melanie Griffith, 1989 

When your date has better hair than you do. Gulp. We’re sure her Oscar nomination for Working Girl softened the blow. (WireImage)

Antonio Banderas and Melanie Griffith, 2005

If at first your relationship doesn’t succeed, try, try again with hubby No. 3. And wear something that’s very low-cut. (Getty Images)

Hilary Swank and Chad Lowe, 2005 

She called him her “everything” in her acceptance speech for Million Dollar Baby. By the next year’s ceremony, she was calling him her ex-husband. (Getty Images)

Halle Berry and Eric Benét, 2002 

The newlyweds were so close that she brought him with her to the press room after she won the Oscar for Monster’s Ball. Weird. By October of that year, she had made him out to be a monster, telling the world he was a sex addict. (Getty Images)

Sarah Larson and George Clooney, 2008

Remember when the Cloonster brought the Las Vegas cocktail waitress to the Oscars? Man, we’d love to hear Amal’s take on that one. (Getty Images)

Ryan Phillippe and Reese Witherspoon, 2006

Why so glum, Ryan? You’d think your husband would be a little more excited for your Oscar win. That wasn’t the case for the Walk the Line star and her Cruel Intentions co-star, who ended their marriage later that year. (Getty Images)

Julia Roberts and Benjamin Bratt, 2001 

We thought the “matching friendship rings” they wore would have kept them together (hehe!), but, alas, the Erin Brockovich actress parted ways with the Law & Order hunk a few months after Oscar came into her life. So it goes. (Getty Images)

Little Sister [5]

Part 1, part 2part 3part 4

Characters: Sam Winchester x de aged!sister!reader, Jessica Moore, 

Words: 2000

A/N: Thanks everyone for sticking with this series. Check out my masterlist for any other, following parts of this series (I was planning on a couple ;) )

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Your name: submit What is this?

Sam carried you towards the couch, while you clung onto him for dear life, crying. You had started hiccuping, and judging by the crease between your eyebrows, Sam knew you had started getting a headache too. Meanwhile your immense sadness tore at Sam’s heart. He felt guilty for making you so sad, even if it wasn’t really his fault. It wasn’t much he could have done to prevent it, but it was heartbreaking that you got on the line. This version on you, a five year old, innocent and fragile little child should never be feeling this responsibility for something that was defiantly not your fault.

It was all so unfortunate that it all played out like this. You being turned into this form by unknown reasons, Jess finding out, and them fighting about it. But it had happened, and now Sam had one job; to comfort you. So he did. Even though he felt deep down that he was in need of comfort himself. Even though that the sheer presence you, as loving as you were, helped him. Even then, he missed you. Well, the other you, the real you. He was once again reminded by how long it had been since you really saw each other, and then how much he would have given anything to have you here.

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A Daydream Away

Summary: This was just a little drabble I did while I was supposed to be studying for finals (whoops). It is loosely base off the song by the same title by All Time Low…Loosely, meaning I was listening to it while I wrote it

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam (All young-ish)

Pairings: Dean X Reader-ish??

Word Count: 2000

A/N: Thank you guys so much again for reading. As always, any feedback would be wonderful. Please like and reblog!

If any one has any requests, please send them my way. I would like to start another series or just some more drabbles would be cool too.

Warnings: Language??…I think that’s it

Originally posted by everett-dylan

It was a Tuesday afternoon. The bright light shined through the curtains, showing the wafting, dancing dust and particles in the air. You were sitting on the hardwood kitchen floor, bare feet stretched in front of you, knees slightly bent. You were grinning like an idiot, half drunk from the cheap, disgusting beer Dean had snagged from the back of someone’s truck after he had convinced you to ditch school with him.

Dean was in the middle of telling you some story about a hunt that he had been on with his dad and Sam. The way he told you about his hunts made them sound like grand adventures. In your experience, hunting meant smelly motels, shitty food and sleepless nights.  But his face lit up, jade eyes bright, hands moving animatedly.

John had dropped Sam and Dean off at your parents house about two months ago. At first you resented it, remembering what a little shit Dean had always been to you. He had broken some of your favorite toys when you were little, blowing them up with bottle rockets. When you were around nine you had pissed him off for some reason and he had chopped the hair off of all your dolls. Needless to say, when John had shown up this time with his two sons, you had begged your parents to tell them to get lost.

But it was different this time, you were both sixteen now, older. Dean was an endless flirt, but you cut through his bullshit. At school you two would hang out. It was nice to have someone you didn’t have to watch everything you said with. You were pretty sure Dean had worked his way through half the cheerleading squad by now. Though most of the time after school, you would cruize around with the brothers in your truck, enjoying the freedom. This morning your parents left on a hunt of their own, leaving you in charge of the boys. Honestly, that had been a poor decision on their part.

Dean had come up behind you before lunch, whispering in your ear, “Let’s get the hell outta here…This place is dead.”

His breath tickled your ear. You had turned around, him towering over you, looking up into those mischievous green eyes, “I still have a test to take.”

He smirked, “Screw it…Let’s go. You got the truck, I got the plan.”

You paused, unsure. Dean had waited a moment before grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him, not giving you a decision. Not that you would have said no anyways.

“Where to there man with the plan?” You asked as you turned the keys in the ignition.

“Well Y/N, why don’t you just drive and I will tell you when to stop.”

“This better be worth it Winchester…I’m going to be in such deep shit…”

He laughs, cutting you off, kicking his feet up on the dash, “Don’t worry about it sweetheart.”

You scoff, unable to hid the smile as you turn the truck into the small town. Eventually Dean turned down the radio, “Just pull into the park.”

“The park Dean? Really? You wouldn’t rather go shoot something?”

“Nope…It’s a day off.”

“But Dean…That’s where all the disgusting make-out couples go.”

“Well then Y/N, you will have something to make fun of other than me…Now c’mon.” He drug you with him around the small lake. Mostly you two just walked and talked. It was so normal, the smile couldn’t be wiped from your face. Eventually, you found yourself skipping rocks with him, both tied at five. Dean bumped your shoulder with his, jutting his chin towards the closest couple.

“Don’t do it Dean.” You warned, knowing exactly what was going through his teenage brain.

“Do what?” He grinned, before chucking the stone, it hitting right between the shoulder blades of the guy.

“Hey!” The guy yelled, confused. He spotted us, and Dean slung another rock his way, hitting him in the arm.

“You fucking punk!” The guy shot off the bench, rushing towards us. Dean laughed, shoving you around, “Run.”

“Shit.” You took off, Dean a step behind you, not knowing where you were running to.

“I’m …going to kick…your ass!” The guy was slowing down, out of breath, but you still ran with Dean. Both of your legs pumping until you were both panting, laughing, and totally out of breath. You collapsed in a heap on the ground, taking in the bliss, laughing like a damned idiot.

Dean’s foot nudged your leg, bringing you our of your daydream, you looked up to find him grinning at you. He pointed behind you, “Wanna hand me another?”

You reach up to the counter behind you, searching blindly for another can. Your fingertips found the can, but it tipped, rolling off the counter, hitting you in the head before it bounced onto the floor, exploding all over you.

“Shit Y/N.” Dean was kneeling over your legs, stripping his outer layer, wiping the suds off your face, “Are you okay?”

He brushed your hair back, trying to find the bump that should be growing on your head. You grabbed his wrists, “I’m fine Dean.”

“You sure?” You nod but the crease in his forehead is still prominent. Dean pursed his lips together. Your heart flutters for a moment as your eyes meet his. You two stayed like that for a moment, listening to each other’s erratic breath, hearts pounding inside your own heads. Then he kissed you. It was slow at first, you hesitant, him unsure. It was sloppy, drunk, so incredibly teenager-y, but so incredibly innocent.  Dean pulled away too soon, waiting for your reaction, you too stunned to react.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I sh…” He never got to finish that sentence as you leapt up towards him, grabbing his hair, pulling his face to yours. Dean was surprised at first but let himself sink into it. Both losing track of time. You were both dumb kids, thinking only of yourselves in that moment. You pulled away breathless, smiling, laughing, watching those green eyes as his hands nervously trailed over your legs.

A few days later Dean had convinced you to go on a hunt with him and Sam. No one had been there to stop you. It had been a spirit, which was normally easy, so you had agreed. In retrospect, you should have told him off, made him stay at your house until your parents got back. You had broken your arm after being slung against a wall by the ghost. It would have killed you and probably the boys too if Bobby hadn’t shown up, taking care of it. He drug the three of you back to your house, calling your parents and John. Dean didn’t talk to you the entire ride back, just sat against the door, scowling.

Your parents had yelled for two hours straight at you after sending Sam and Dean off to their room. You walked up the stairs, tired, sore. When you reached the landing, a door creaked and Dean was standing there. You gave him a half-hearted smile and touched his arm, trying to reassure him that everything was alright. His fingertips brushed over yours for a second, then he let you go.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I should have made sure it was safe.”

You winked, trying to lighten his somber mood, “Don’t worry about it Winchester.”

The next morning when you came down for breakfast your parents told you that Sam and Dean were gone. John had come for them last night. You were heartbroken, Dean hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye. Part of you thought, well at least hoped, that he would call. He never did, and it had been almost ten years since you had seen the Winchesters.

It was weird that lying here in a river of your own blood that that was the memory you chose to push away the pain. But that had been a simpler time, when you were young and thought that happiness really did exist. A time before hunting had turned you into a bitter, cynical shell of a girl. Now you knew that it never would have worked out, you were both hunters. But then…then you believed in foolish things. You pushed your hand against your side, not knowing why you were delaying the inevitable, maybe just to hold onto a happy memory a moment longer.

A yelp brings you back to reality. God, you just wanted to die in peace. You had walked into this hunt unprepared, not knowing what you had been dealing with and were suffering the consequences. There was a scuffle, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look towards the noise.

“Go check on her…I got this!” Someone yells. Fuck. You force your eyes open as someone skids down beside you. He touches your cheek, “Hey…You are gonna be alright Y/N. Stay with me okay?”

Confused, you tried to make your thoughts focus. Green eyes looked into yours as hands find their way behind your back, lifting you from the ground, against a warm chest.

“Dean?” You choke out.

“Shh sweetheart. I’ve got you this time.”

Bring Me To My Knees (Pt.2)

Summary: Bucky accidentally demolishes your house. With nowhere else to go, you move in with him.

Prologue  [1]    [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Warnings: Some minor swearing, loads of fluff

Word count: 2000

A/N: Eyyy, I’m back with more! I know I said I’d be posting this on Thursday but technically I’m only 3 hours late. Anywho, Here’s some CACW recovery if you’re like me and just watched it. I’d love some feedback <333

Tagging: @pleasecallmecaptain @waitingfortherightpartner @procrastinatingvirgo @alyssiamking @soivebuiltupaworldofmagic (Let me know if you want to be tagged ^^)

Originally posted by sibirr

“So Y/N, when’d you and Robocop move in together?”

“Tony, do you really think now’s the time?” You would’ve loved to have this chat with him later, when you weren’t busy roundhouse kicking a Hydra agent to the ground.

“You’re not busy are you? I thought you said you could take this base down blindfolded.” Even through the earpiece you knew he was smirking. There was no hiding from Tony.

“I can, and I could if you would shut up for a second and let me focus.” He whistled into the comm, already expecting you to be snappy. It was something that just happened; when you were focused on taking down the bad guys you had zero patience. Not that anyone was complaining, you cleared bases faster than most people could type.

“Oh c'mon Y/N, sharing is caring.” He commented informatively and you groaned, throwing another angry agent into the wall.

“Too bad I don’t care.” You took the last guy in the hallway down with a tranquilizer, sighing in relief when the door you had been trying to get to was now straight ahead. “Besides, there’s nothing to say.”

“You could start with when you and the Tin Man started going out.” Thank god the hallway was empty because you started choking on a laugh.

“I’d like to know that too!” The line went quiet for a little while, long enough for you to find the hard drive you were looking for and start the copying process.

“You mean you moved in with a guy you haven’t even kissed yet?”

“It’s called having a roommate Tony.” You shook your head at the computer screen in front of you, counting the seconds until the progress bar reached 100%.

“It’s called being clueless.” He shot back in the same tone.

You almost had time to question him, but then the files were done and you could hear a dozen footsteps coming right to you.

“Alright Mr. Fahrenheit, we’ve got company. Care to back me up on this one?”


“I’m just saying you’ll never know if you don’t try it.” Tony was still nagging your ear off as you stepped onto the roof of Stark Tower. You had thought he would run off to find Pepper or make some sort of ingenious enhancement to his suit, but instead he was trailing you on your new mission to find Bucky and go home.

“For the last time Tony, my powers are saved for stopping bad guys. I will not try to make popcorn with my brain.”

“Of course you won’t, that’d never work. I want you to pop it with your thoughts. There’s a difference.”

“Not to me. Electromagnetic frequencies stay within my skull, unless someone’s in trouble. End of discussion.”

“Fine.” It looked like he had given up for a solid second before he moved to speak again.

“No.” You interjected, watching him close him mouth defeated and look around to see what floor you led him to.

You doubted Tony had ever really been to this floor, it was where most of the trusted agents recovered from the downfall of SHIELD bustled around; sorting through intel and coming up with new missions to assign.

“Why’re we down here?” Tony, needless to say, looked rather lost in the setting.

“I’m finding my ride.” Which was only half the truth, because there was one other person you needed to see down here but Bucky was sure to be in one of the rooms, scrawling down the storyboard of his next mission in order to get approval from Agent Hill or Fury himself. Bucky liked working on a more discreet scale compared to the Avengers, so most of the op’s he went on were with SHIELD spies instead of Steve or Nat.

“You mean your man.” You shook your head. Tony would probably never get over it but you and Bucky were friends. So you shared an apartment for the time being, that didn’t change anything. With any luck you’d be out of his hair in no time.

“Why don’t you go find your man? I’m sure Steve has lots to reprimand you for today. Like breaking through the ceiling and nearly crushing me today?” Tony frowned at the joke, but you could tell it was only to hold back a laugh. He wasn’t the only one who could poke fun around here.

“Don’t be generous Y/N, Captain America is everyone’s Man.” Then he scouted out the elevator and weaved through the dozens of busy agents circulating the floor.

It took you a little longer than you would have preferred to find Bucky, but at least he was ready to go by then. Mission One: Complete. Now you just had to find Maria’s assistant.

Unless, of course, she found you first.

“Y/N! There you are. If you’ll just follow me, I have your report.” She smiled graciously and led you and Bucky to her desk, topped off with at least a hundred manila folders sorted into semi-equal piles. Bucky eyed you curiously, but didn’t say a thing.

“Thank you! I’ll see you in a couple weeks for the next one?” She nodded and you looked at Bucky to tell him you were good to go, folder tucked safely into your bag.

“How was the mission?” He pulled his ball cap lower when you got on the street. Not because it was cold or windy but because there were so many people crowding the streets that he just felt like he should hide. You laughed when you saw his eyes inadvertently scan the crowd.

“Well I wouldn’t be standing here if it turned sour, would I?” You looked up at Bucky happily and he shrugged, not entirely trusting himself to speak when you had such a spark in your eye.

It had been a whole week of you living with him, and he still had trouble thinking when you looked up at him like that.

“Oh hey, I think I found a shortcut last time, c'mere!” And of course you had to grab his wrist to lead him off the street, because there was no catching a break for Bucky.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be suspicious or curious, mostly because every particle that made up his brain was short-circuiting, the only input coming in was how warm and soft your fingers were.

And that’s how he ended up in this position; bumping into you after you had stopped walking and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from falling over.

Way to go, Dumbass.

He thought that nearly holding your hand was distracting, now he was accidentally pressing your whole body into him and he wanted to explode. And you with your wide eyes and cheesy grin were doing anything but making his life any easier.

When you burst out laughing you tilted your head back, resting it on Bucky’s shoulder so he could just catch the weak scent of perfume on your neck. He let out a huff and tensed his arms around you for a second, only while he wondered how a human being could look so goddamn pretty. Then he remembered it wasn’t okay to stare at someone’s lips for that long and shoved his hands into his pockets, where they belong.

“Why’d we stop?”

“I wanted to appreciate the view.” You grinned.

Bucky, for obvious reasons, hadn’t properly looked at your surroundings yet. And sure, glancing up to see a bright green field somehow untouched by the towering architecture behind him was lovely - especially with the low sun spreading streaks of gold on the open grass like spilled paint - but it was nothing compared to the way your nose crinkled when he tossed out a cheesy one liner.

If things were any different between you two, he might’ve nuzzled his nose into your ear and told you that. Or maybe he would’ve picked the pretty blue flower on his left and stuck it in your hair, just to prove that you were more enchanting than nature itself.

Instead he muttered a small, “Nice.” before nudging you back on track.

“So what do you wanna do when we get back?” You wrapped your hand around his arm, trying to match the fast pace he was setting.

“You don’t wanna go to bed right away?” Bucky spent every molecule of his attention on the dirt and gravel under his shoes, because if he didn’t the ’oh my god she’s touching me’ alarms would go off and who knows what kind of fool he’d make of himself then.

“Not really. I’m still excited from the mission I guess. Why, are you tired?” You pulled him backwards a little, noticing that his pace had picked up again.

“Not at all.” Truth be told, Bucky wouldn’t have gone to bed for a long while anyways, maybe the night would be better spent in your company instead of his memory’s.

“Great, I know exactly what we should do.” Your grin should’ve given Bucky chills if he didn’t already have them.


“A blanket fort?” Bucky followed behind you as you scrambled around, yanking every blanket and pillow you could find and throwing them into the growing pile over his arms.

“Yep! Why not?” He couldn’t say no to the giggle that followed.

You were surprisingly efficient at stacking the couch cushions and setting up a roof but tossing a couple sheets over the top. Bucky’s job was to lay out the flooring, so he tossed down a few of the fluffiest blankets he owned (if you were gonna be laying in it, he’d be damned if it wasn’t comfy) and set up a nice wall of pillows you’d definitely want to bury yourself in.

When it was finished, he was oddly proud of the little tent in the centre of his living room. And with a few homey touches - snacks, a decent light source, and one of Tony’s fancy holographic phones that Bucky couldn’t operate for the life of him - the fort was looking pretty hospitable.

He honestly didn’t expect you to tug him in after you, thinking that you’d prefer a night of chilling alone and only wanted his help in building the thing. But oh, he was very wrong on that count.

After you were both comfortable, which was an understatement because Bucky was a god at layering blankets so that it feels like you’re floating on a cloud or something, you swipe the air with your fingers and transfer the hologram onto the sheet-roof like a projector.

It’s not even 20 minutes into the movie you picked when you snuggle up into Bucky’s side and he’s pretty sure he’s dying inside, but it’s more of a good thing. Like all of the cells in his body are being massacred, but they’re so happy about it.

Your head was on his chest, arms wrapped around his midsection, and his arm weaved under your neck and around your waist. He couldn’t even imagine how you couldn’t hear his heart hammering away, he was so worked up. Heart-beating-so-loud-it’s-shaking-the-floor worked up, but then it was nice. Like you were a fireplace after a long cold day, or freshly brewed coffee on a lazy morning. You just,


By the end of the movie you were sound asleep. Bucky didn’t know his heart could feel so full, that just having you beside him could make him feel like sleep wasn’t such an awful thing. He knew he should wriggle out of your grasp and carry you back to his bed, or at the very least he should move back onto the couch, but he couldn’t bring himself to lift your arm off his chest.

His fingers ghosted over your forehead, brushing away the strands of hair oh so carefully. His smile was a mix of tender and sad and definitely loving before he craned his neck and dusted your hairline with a kiss.

“Sweet dreams doll.”

Let’s talk Broadchurch timeline inconsistencies (not complaining just rambling)

One should NOT tempt me to talk about time-wimey stuff in Broadchurch - my feeble brain can’t resist to spill out all its crazy thoughts. @penfairy’s recent post and also @jalola298 post have prompted me to go down the rabbit hole… I apologize for a rambly and lengthy post.

Okay let’s talk Broadchurch timeline inconsistencies… First of all I wanna say that this is one of my pet peeves about the show and I have brooded for hours and hours over these inconsistencies while writing fic… and yes, I am insane and totally pedantic about it so bear with me… this contains spoilers…

1. Pippa’s and Daisy’s age

  • Pippa was murdered in the night from April 14th to 15th 2012 (that’s the date of the wedding the Gillespie’s went to); she is 12 years old at that time (so her year of birth is either early 2000 or late 1999). In May of 2014  - the time of the restaurant scene with Ricky - Pippa might have been 14.
  • Daisy’s age is stated as 15 years twice in the series – during dinner at the Miller’s and during the restaurant scene when Ricky shows up
  • The dinner happens much EARLIER in the series than most people think (including myself until I figured it out) – the Miller dinner is happening on the evening on Wed 7/24/13 – the reason why we know this is when Jocelyn interrogates Susan Wright she gives a date for the break in at the ECHO; therefore the dinner happens only 6 days into the investigations (this also matches the reconstruction happening the day after in Ep 5 “one week on Thursday”, exactly a week after Danny was murdered) (that also means that Ep 1- to beginning of Ep 5 spans only 8 days of the investigation)
  • The restaurant scene happens most likely end of May (Joe’s trial start 5/14/14).
  • Now the only way Daisy can be 15 years old in both July 2013 and May 2014 is if her birthday is in June. She would have just turned 15 in June 2013 and about to turn 16 in June 2014. That puts her birthdate sometime in June 1998. She would have been 13 in April of 2012.
  • So that makes the girls at best 1 year if not almost 2 years apart.
  • That doesn’t match Hardy’s statement they were the same age unless we are lenient and say that 12 and 13 are sort of close enough in age to say it’s the same.
  • If we didn’t have Daisy’s age as 15 in July 2013 things could work out better, but they are close enough in age I guess to justify Hardy’s statement of “same age”.

2. Beth’s Pregnancy

  • If Beth knew in mid-end July 2012 that she is pregnant, the earliest she could have conceived is mid-end June; more likely she conceived mid-end May, but let’s say it was mid-June 2012.
  • That puts her due date mid-end MARCH 2014. She gives birth in mid-end May.
  • CHIBNALL!!!!!!! What were you thinking?

4. Tom’s and Danny’s age

  • Danny is born in May 2002; that means Beth was pregnant in the later part of 2001
  • In the stand Ellie states that Tom is thirteen years old; that would put his birth year either early 2001 or possibly late 2000
  • A few moments later in the same scene, Ellie says her and Beth were in the same NCT group (that’s a birthing class for those who don’t know); if Tom is born early 2001 (anytime before May) Beth and Ellie could not have been feasibly pregnant at the same time
  • Again – CHIBNALL!!!!!! (he clearly needs some education about lengths of pregnancies)

3. Other inconsistencies

  • Claire states on the day of the plea statement that she has been in Broadchurch for 7 months; counting from July 2012 seven months down brings us to January, at best February of 2014.
  • There is NO way the plea hearing is happening in January or February – it’s a beautiful late spring, early summer day; also Beth is preparing for the birth of the baby which she probably wouldn’t much earlier than maybe 2-4 weeks prior to due date. So, that then takes us maybe to mid-end April.

4. General timeline considerations for each series and the overall story (and this is where it gets rambly under the cut)

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Dr. Horrible

Request: “So I was wondering if you could do a story about the reader getting their period and being very emotional; crying, snapping, etc. I don’t really care about the relationship with Dean and Sam, she could be their sister, friend, one of their girlfriend’s, doesn’t really matter. If you don’t mind.”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2000

A/N: SO…..My very first request!!! But this took me so long to get out and I feel super bad. But school has been hard and I have two shows in the shop that I’m building costumes for and also I have been really sick this week and somehow inspiration has struck. I hope this is good enough, I actually really enjoyed the switch up and am happy with how it turned out.

Warnings: Spoilers for a character death in Season 10, also spoilers for Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog (if you haven’t seen it, look it up it’s 45 minutes of awesomeness), Fluff

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Originally posted by frozen-delight


I walked into the kitchen to see the boys sitting, drinking coffee.

“So, where are we off to next?”

“What?” Dean asked.

“What’s the next case?”

“We don’t have another case .” Sam said.

“How do we not have another case? We always have another case, evil never sleeps.”

“What is wrong with you? Get some sleep.” Dean just laughed and went to his room.

“You want some coffee?” Sam asked.

“I can get it.” I walked over to the counter and grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“You’re acting kind of snappy?”

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Can´t help falling in love with you - Castiel imagine

Castiel x reader 

Word count: -2000

A/N: Yeah I know it´s almost christmas and its not christmas related sush thats coming latter

When I was a kid, my mother used to warn me about the creatures that hid in the dark. She didn’t tell me enough to give me nightmares. But enough to sleep with one eye opened. 

Back then I dreamed of having an ordinary life, as my mother would have wanted for me. However, the result of every decision I made inevitably led to the hunter life. Yeah, I may have been taught to fear the dark, but that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t fight it. I worked alone, making alliances with fellow hunters I bumped into. They were temporally though… Until I crossed paths with the Winchesters. 

Of course I’d heard of the legendary Winchesters before. They had shaken things up more than once. Nevertheless, they always ended up fixing it. Anyways, I never thought I’ll ever meet them, or that I’d be so fond of them. Neither did them. After our case together we seemed to be playing hide and seek. We’d look for big cases that the other would be probably digging in and followed the lead. As a result, the three of us closed lots of jobs together, making memories on the way. Maybe it was because I was too shy to actually ask them if I could join in. Or maybe it was because they were… well… dudes… It came to a point in which it was ridiculous how often we got together (almost every week. Not very common among hunters).So finally when my car had been smashed in one of the hunts… 

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Stories For The Stars Pt 2

Summary: Bucky starts to learn more and more that the Moon isn’t his only friend and the 21st century isn’t nearly as lonely as he’s come to think. Part one 

Warnings: A little more alcohol and a lot(ish) more angst. 

Word count: 2000

A/N: I’m really glad you guys asked for a part two, I didn’t know I needed this in my life as much as I do. So thank you, and happy reading~

Originally posted by marvelisbae4life

It was another two weeks before Bucky felt like he needed out. Out of the confining walls of the tower and of the collapsing thoughts in his head. He was gasping for air, for the quiet unbeatable loneliness of his favourite hill.

Nothing had changed since the last time he was there, the grass was still dark and soft, the air still crisp though its bite was lost. And the moon, in all it’s solitary glory, had changed shape. It was almost a new moon and Bucky knew he would feel even more alone when it was completely shadowed.

His thoughts turned to you, the mystery girl he met on his last night out. He wondered if you ever felt like this - like there was absolutely nothing wrong and yet the whole world was falling apart right under your feet. It was an uncomfortable feeling but it wasn’t the first time it ran through him. His life seemed to be building up for the sole purpose of breaking down again.

He just felt wrong. Like someone had pulled out all his organs in his sleep and now he was just an empty locker. He didn’t know who he was or who he was supposed to be. He knew who he had been, before the war and during the war and then after all that with Hydra; he remembered pride and warmth with Steve, accomplishment and fear with the Commandos, and hate with Hydra. But what was he now, what did he feel now? He couldn’t answer that.

Bucky felt his thoughts swirling somewhere darker and did his best to cut them off there. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his head pressing into the soft dirt beneath him. He didn’t know how long he could deal with all the things bouncing around in his skull but he doubted it would be much longer. He was trying so hard to keep it together, to just hold on for Steve and swallow all of the confusion that came up from day to day. It was all he could think to do about it, because there was no way he could give this bottomless feeling a voice and no one would understand if he tried.

Bucky lightly hit his head on the ground, hoping it would shake the ideas loose and push them out through his ears. He wished someone was around to confide in, someone to talk back to him. He adored the moon but there was only so much the silent treatment could do for him.

And it must have been his lucky day because you did show up again, not very long after. Your hair was messy and your hand was clutching a bottle like it was life-support and you were so much louder than last time. You plopped down beside Bucky with a disquieting thud and he frowned at your red-rimmed eyes.

“Rough night?” He prodded softly, not thinking his voice could get much louder if he wanted it to.

“What gave me away?” You sighed, took a deep sip of the alcohol in your palm, and offered some to the gloomy soldier.

“I can’t get drunk.” He shook his head lightly.

“Yeah, well the burn is still nice.” You frowned and stared hard at the mouth of the bottle. Suddenly, drinking your problems away didn’t seem like such a viable option. You put the glass on the ground to your left and turned to look at Bucky for the first time that night. His blue eyes screamed tired like sirens blaring through the streets.

“What’s on your mind?” Your gentle side clicked back in almost instantly and Bucky found himself remembering why your eyes were so hypnotizing - they swam with genuine concern and not pity or sympathy. They made him feel like someone out there could understand him, or at least a part of him; they made him think the moon wasn’t his only friend.

“I don’t know.” His eyes fell to the ground because he felt - what, guilty? He didn’t have the vocabulary to share everything bolting around inside his brain and even if he did, you probably wouldn’t want to hear it.

“Well, I can’t help much with that, but if you want I can give you a hug.” You were still searching his expression, even if he wasn’t looking at you anymore. You weren’t shocked to see his brow furrow in frustration, just a little disappointed.

“I won’t do it if you don’t want me to, but remember what I said last time?” You ask, slowly gliding your hand through the separating layer of grass blades to meet his skin. Your fingers slid underneath his, not exactly hand holding but still just as comforting. It reminded Bucky of how soft the world could be, to make something so smooth and completing.

“I’m in control,” He repeated, trying to get a full grasp of what that meant and nearly forcing himself to believe it because he could really use that hug.

“That’s right, you’re not going to break me Bucky.” He glanced up to see you smiling slightly and he wanted to run a hand over your cheek and kiss your hairline and tell you how you made all his shadows soften. He looked down at his metal hand, flexed the fingers, and took a breath. He met your gaze and you noticed the determination in his stormy blue hues, laced with the slightest hint of distrust and hesitation.

“Alright?” You knew he was ready, you just wanted to make sure he knew.

“Alright.” He nodded and you inched closer, ensuring you wouldn’t scare him away with any threatening movements.

Bucky’s breath hitched when your arms finally wrapped around his neck. You weren’t exactly warm, but you were comfortable and he could smell your shampoo and the alcohol you had discarded not so long ago. He could feel your heart beating along with his, close to matching the rapid pace he was setting. And then there was the memory - one he had never seen before.

It was his mother, he thought it was his mother. She would always hug him like it would be the last time she saw him, and this time it really was. His last moment at home and he would have expected her to cry and squeeze and tell him to make it back to her, but she was too tough for that. Instead she smiled, hugged him just like how you were hugging him, and told him to do what he had to do.

But what did he have to do now? There was almost nothing left for him here and he was anything but a hero. He couldn’t help, couldn’t make her proud, and couldn’t get his damn thoughts under control.

“Bucky,” You whispered into his ear, feeling him tense up and deciding to draw patterns into his back to see if it would help. “Whatever you’re thinking about, it’s okay. You’ll get through this.” Your breath fanned out over his neck and he leaned into the feeling. His cheek pressed into your hair and he pulled himself back into the present with a long whiff of your scent. His arms finally found their way around your waist and Bucky tugged you completely against him, searching for something to comfort him out of his guilt.

You didn’t fight him, in fact you were grateful for the extra warmth and acceptance he offered you back. You’d had a long week and really needed a hug like that, so you took it upon yourself to nuzzle into his neck and tighten your grip around his shoulders. You hadn’t known each other long, but somehow you grounded each other. And Bucky was a much better substitute than the whiskey that still lingered in the back of your throat.

He tried to commit the tingling skin of his back to his failing memory, maybe it would help him when you weren’t there to piece him together.

“How did you get so good at this?” He breathed into your ear, the warm air sending chills down your spine like a drop of water trailing over your skin.

“At what?” Your own breath didn’t have much affect on Bucky except his tightening arms around you.

“Making me feel like something could go right someday.” You didn’t have much to say to that. He knew it wasn’t really an answerable question, it was just the only way he could tell you thank you.

“Practice? I guess it’s just what I’d want if I were in your shoes.” It was what you wanted in your own shoes too, but you weren’t really the one to be comforted as much as you were the comforter. You didn’t mind though, it just got lonely. While you were looking out for everyone else, no one was there to look out for you. But maybe with Bucky all that would change.

There was a long period of silence where Bucky just clung to you, absorbing every breath you pressed against his shoulder and each strand of hair that brushed against his face in the warm breeze. Was it normal to never want to let you go? Because if it was, Bucky was getting one step closer to his dream. That impossible dream of being just like everyone else - but when you were around, nothing in Bucky’s head seemed impossible. He wondered if you had that effect on anyone else, or if he was the only one inspired by that foggy glow behind your eyes. If he saw you during the day, when you weren’t just crying and drinking away your problems, would you somehow be more beautiful than when the moon lit up all your guilt and ruffled edges? He wouldn’t mind finding out.

“I still don’t know your name.” He suddenly remembered, slowly letting you out of his grip. He didn’t want the hug to be over yet, but something told him he needed to see your eyes again, watch how your lips formed your name. The weightless feeling of your touch could wait for that at the very least.

“You don’t, do you?” Your lips curved into the ghost of a smile and Bucky considered the possibility that he would never know your name.

“Y/N.” You stuck out your hand for him to shake, which he accepted thoughtlessly. He watched your smile grow and that hazy glow brightened to dim vibrancy stitched between the colours of your iris. Bucky didn’t understand why you looked so happy, so proud until he looked down and saw which hand he was holding yours with.

Metal. He had used his left arm without a second thought, without even really remembering he had a metal arm that could kill a person with the slightest effort.

But that’s not what it was doing. It was shaking your hand, gentle and under control. His eyes flicked up to yours, double checking your reaction and expecting to see you wince in pain or pull away in terror. Instead your eyes reminded him, you’re in control, and he really was. He felt like crying and laughing and screaming, he imagined hugging you and kissing you all over, trying to show you how amazing you were to be able to fix him. At least until the moon went down.

He still couldn’t bring himself to do any of that, but his smile was wider than Steve’s shoulders and it made his eyes gleam with their own light for a little while. You’d never seen anything so brilliant in your life.

“Y/N, huh?” He let the letters wash around his mouth like good wine before deciding he liked the taste it left behind. Out of all the things he was sure to remember, your name was at the very top.

“I’m glad I met you.” And in all the memories Bucky had recovered since Hydra, he had never said anything more true.

anonymous asked:

I want to do the prompt thing but also want to thank you for all of your amazing fics that you have sharred with all of us! Setting: AU-Celebrity Troupe: Accidental Marriage Pairing: CS

Title: The Premiere
Word count: ~2000
A/N: Thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing :D And I hope you like this!

Emma knew she’d have to see him at the movie premiere, which is why she  drank as much she possibly could without making an idiot of herself at the red carpet. It’s not that she didn’t like Killian Jones, hell, before filming that scene they’d actually gotten along really well. 

Emma had thrown herself at him, crashing into him and knocking both of them onto the bed. She shifted, spreading her legs to straddle his waist as she kissed him with everything she had. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she met it with her own. She moaned, rocking her hips down into his. Emma sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, biting down when he thrust up beneath her unexpectedly. Her hands had pinned his to the bed above his head and she released them, choosing to run her fingers through his hair instead, wanting desperately for him to touch her. 

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A 19th-Century Vision of the Year 2000

A series of futuristic pictures by Jean-Marc Côté and other artists issued in France in 1899, 1900, 1901 and 1910. Originally in the form of paper cards enclosed in cigarette/cigar boxes and, later, as postcards, the images depicted the world as it was imagined to be like in the then distant year of 2000. As is so often the case their predictions fell some way off the mark, failing to go far enough in thinking outside the confines of their current technological milieu (hence the ubiquity of propellors, not to mention the distinctly 19th-century dress).