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Have you seen this zubat?

He was last seen Friday between 3 and 4pm in the dealers hall at Anime Boston while I was acting as a seeing eye human for a fellow cosplayer.

He was lost in the dealers hall, so I have no delusions about my chances since he coul.d very easily be mistaken for merch knocked off a table, but I have had him 19 years, so I need to try.

If you see my zubat, please take him to lost and found. I have left my information with them and have been checking back regularly.

Thank you to those who have been spreading the word yesterday.

It’s a Sunday double feature at Anime Boston! Check out our back to back panels on April 2nd, starting with Extreme Wig Styling for intermediate and up stylists. Topic focus will be on spiking, foam, and large styles, with time to discuss and plan your own projects, so be sure to bring references!

After lunch head back at 1:30 for our thermoplastics panel, where we’ll walk through the different brands of plastics available to cosplayers, along with samples of various Worbla lines, Thibra, Wonderflex, PETG, and Sintra. We’ll be touching on what makes each plastic different, when to use what, as well as some common construction techniques.

(Note: Our wig panel room holds significantly fewer attendees than the plastics room, so be sure to plan accordingly!)

Imagine Chris turning the tables on you.

A/N: I’m not very good at pranks, I think that will be very obvious when you read this. This is a request from @castellandiangelo, I did end up writing your request. (I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m not good at pranks!) I’ll make up for this sleep deprived piece, there’s an idea that’s been brewing for a while now. X

1st of April had finally arrived; it was the day you’d been waiting for since you came up with what you thought was the best, and most cruel prank ever. The prank was designed for your husband, Chris, and you’d joined forces with his mom and his brother to pull it off; they’d flown in from Boston just to help you. You still hadn’t decided if it was one of those ‘we-can-laugh-about-it-in-the-future’ pranks or a 'I’m-going-to-fucking-divorce-your-ass’ pranks, but seeing as Lisa and Scott were on board- you saw it as the former. You’d been with Chris for years and years now, so you knew him well. You knew he had a great sense of humor and a great love for your playful side, which made you ninety-nine percent sure he’d appreciate your prank; the sweet note at the end especially. But just to be safe and not to seem too smug, you lowered the probability percentage down to ninety-five.

The prank you’d been planning for over a month now involved Scott 'crashing’ Chris’ brand new Audi while taking you to lunch; Lisa calling from the emergency room; and Chris rushing down only to find you safe and sound with a dozen pink balloons and a sonogram. You’d found out you were pregnant a little while ago and wanted to find the right time to tell your husband, so why not April Fools? It was crazy and a little bit over the top, but then again- that was you. To be fair though, Chris had pulled some pretty horrendous pranks over the years. You could say you were only doing it as a way to get back at him for the time he visited you on your set and put a cockroach on you while you were filming a scene with Meryl Streep- an actress you so thoroughly admired- but hey, you weren’t the vindictive type.

“Do you think your son will divorce me after he finds out this is all just a prank?”

“No,” Lisa chuckled with a shake of her head. “He loves you way too much, and he’s going to be so happy about the baby news that- he’s not going to care about anything else.” You nodded in agreement after slight hesitation. “It’s April Fools and he’s a big boy, he can handle it.”

“I hope so,” you chuckled as you gathered the bundle of pink helium balloons. Lisa chuckled too as she grabbed her purse and headed towards your front door where loud knocking could be heard. “Could you get that, please? I bet it’s Scott, I hope he knows he’s not actually going to drive Chris’-”

“It’s not Scott,” Lisa cut you off as you walked around the corner; your eyes narrowed at the two police officers standing in your doorway with solemn expressions on their faces. “How can I help you gentlemen?” Lisa asked them. “Is there a particular person you’re looking for?”

“We’re here to speak with Y/N Y/L/N,” the taller male answered and you didn’t know to snicker or be genuinely concerned. For all you knew, they were part of Chris’ plan to prank you before you could him. “We have reason to believe that one of the victims involved in the accident on route six is your brother, Oliver Y/L/N.”

“That’s impossible,” you chuckled with narrowed eyes. “My brother’s out of town until the end of the month, he couldn’t possibly be in a car accident. Are you absolutely sure that he’s involved? Is there a possibility that you’re mistaken?”

“We are unable to identify the body, but his motorbike was placed at the crash site,” the shorter male informed you and your heart dropped when you remembered Chris had taken the bike- your brother had left at your place for safe keeping- this morning. “Do you know anyone with access to your brother’s bike? We could really use-”

“My husband,” you cut him off and you heard Lisa gasp. “My husband took my brother’s bike out this morning. Oh my God,” you breathed and felt the bundle of balloons escape your grip; they flew to touch the ceiling. “No no no,” you shook your head. “That’s impossible, Chris wouldn’t- he’s too careful on the- No,” another head shake. “It can’t be him, my husband is not dead!” You felt the tears spill out of your eyes.

“We’re very sorry to ask you to do so, but we’re going to need you to come with us to help identify the body.” The taller male told you and you quickly nodded, grabbing your purse by the door. You glanced over your shoulder at Lisa as you followed the police officers out; she was lost in her thoughts. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.” He held his car door open for you.

“Just give me a moment,” you told him and he nodded. “Lisa,” you walked over to her and took her shaky hands in yours. “We don’t know if it’s him,” your voice broke as you tried to reassure her. “Maybe he let someone else use Oliver’s bike after getting to the studio, or maybe the bike got stolen- I don’t- um- I don’t know,” you tried not to start crying when you remembered you were pregnant and your daughter might not have a father. “But we mustn’t lose hope yet because…” You trailed off, unable to find the right words.

“I can’t go down, Y/N,” she shook her head and you nodded understandingly. “I’m sorry,” she hugged you and you hugged her back, taking slow breaths to stop yourself from breaking down. “But you’re right, we don’t know yet.” She said as she pulled away; you nodded in response. “Call me as soon as you find out, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded.

You left her at your house then got into the police car and let them take you to the crash site. You may not have been a religious person, but it didn’t stop you from praying. You couldn’t lose Chris, especially now that you were pregnant. You didn’t know what to do with a child, you had a child because of him- because you loved him. How were you meant to raise that child alone? How were you meant to look at your daughter and tell her her dad was the most amazing man you’d ever met and never let her meet him? How were you going to survive the rest of your life without the love of your life? Your hand rested on your stomach and you broke down crying, silently begging whatever greater being for your husband to be alive.
• • • • • • • •
The car pulled to a stop in front of a park; the same one where you and Chris worked together on screen for the first time, not that you were in the right mindset to notice. Your entire world had been rocked thanks to your husband and his insane plan to turn the tables on you, except his plans weren’t as easy to find out about as he’d confided in professional actors rather than family members. Of course he’d confided in Lisa and Scott- the two who accidentally let both your pregnancy and prank plans slip, but somehow managed to keep his to themselves- and they both told him it was a bad idea and that you were going to be pissed when you found out it was all just a prank. But did Chris listen? No, because clearly it wasn’t a bad enough idea if his mother and brother didn’t stop him from doing it. Plus- Chris knew you, you’d appreciate a good prank; he was ninety-five percent sure about it. If you didn’t- well, he had a spontaneous trip to Paris to make up for his insanity.

“Wait,” your eyes narrowed as the policemen got out of the car. One opened the car door for you and beckoned you out. “I don’t understand, I thought the accident was on route six.” He didn’t say anything, he just gestured for you to follow him. “I just want to know if my husband’s okay,” you told them and they both nodded.

Chris spotted you and the 'police officers’ approaching and he sat on your brother’s motorbike, laughing. It was pretty sick joke, yes, but he was so excited to celebrate the pregnancy with you that- he didn’t care. He knew when you saw him that you’d understand that it was just an April Fools joke and laugh because he’d turn the tables on you instead.

“Where are you tak-” You stopped yourself when you saw Chris, perfectly fine and in one piece. He waved at you with a cheeky smile; you were so relieved that you couldn’t think about anything else- like how it was just a stupid prank. “Thank God,” you breathed and ran towards him as he got off the bike. “Oh my God,” you threw your arms around his neck and he hugged you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I thought you were dead,” you started crying out of absolute relief.

“Yeah, I’m not that easy to kill,” he chuckled. “April Fools, baby.” He said and you pushed him away, frowning. “What?” He laughed, grabbing his left breast. “I just elaborated on your plans a little bit. We’re in the film industry, I thought you’d appreciate the dramatics.”

“A little bit?!” You slapped his arm and he pressed his lips together, suppressing his urge to laugh. “They told me you were dead, Chris. Mine was just emergency room, yours was death! Death, Chris, death.” You emphasized and he nodded, chuckling as he pulled you into his arms for another tight hug. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You chuckled wearily as you hugged him back; you were too happy that he was okay to be mad about the severity of his actions. “No more April Fools for us,” you said, pressing your head against his chest. “We clearly don’t know how to prank each other, it’s getting a little much.”

“Okay,” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I know it’s been a stressful day, my mom and Scott both said it was a bad idea.” You scoffed and chuckled at the same time; no wonder Lisa didn’t come down. “But hey,” he pulled the plane tickets out of his back pocket as he pulled away from you. “We can relax in Paris.”

“I was about to ask you how you were going to make up for this,” you smiled as you took the tickets from him; he chuckled in response. “Do you want to know how I’m going to make up for the prank that didn’t happen?” You quizzed, reaching into your own back pocket for the sonogram.

“I think I already know,” he smiled and placed his hand on your stomach. “They might have let the baby news slip too when they let your prank plans slip.” You chuckled and pulled the sonogram from your pocket, passing it to him. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents to a baby girl,” he smiled at the sonogram then at you when you placed a hand over his.

“I know, right?” You laughed. “We are so immature and we’re about to be parents,” you said and he joined you in laughter. “Ground rules before the baby comes, no more pranks like these. No more dead or emergency room pranks because- it’s ridiculous and it’s irresponsible.” He nodded in agreement, chuckling. “I am so glad it was just a prank,” you told him and hugged him again. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he hugged you tightly as he whispered into your hair. “Not for a very, very long time.” You smiled and looked up at him. “I love you,” he smiled and dipped his head to meet your lips.

“And you’re lucky I still love you after that,” you bit playfully.

“Yes I am,” he laughed.

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When you say ur doing a cosplay group, you mean you’re doing a cosplay group at Anime Boston, right? Cool see u there.

If only. 

If only. 

Imagine Chris taking you to Rome for a romantic getaway. (Part D)

A/N: Part 5D. Oh God, this is so long. I’m so sorry, but we’re nearing the end. You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist)

Chris straightened his tie in the full length mirror in the bedroom while you watched your reflection in the ensuite mirror fix your diamond earrings on. It was your last night in Rome and Chris had made a reservation for a sunset dinner at one of the hotel’s five star restaurant. Like everything else, it’d been a while since you and Chris went out to dinner together. Having a kid meant home cooked meals with the occasional take-out, never fine-dine restaurants because most had an age restriction and Jack didn’t really have the patience to sit quietly for hours. As good a child as he was, he was still a child who would rather eat at home so he could rush to the television after.

“Hey, babe.” Chris called as his eyes darted to the ajar door of the ensuite through the mirror. “You ready? If we want to catch the sunset, we should probably get going.” He refocused his vision onto his tie, furrowing his brows when he realized it was still a little wonky.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You called back as you touched up your lipstick. “Do you mind if we call home and check in on Jack and the guys before we head out? Halloween’s tonight, so Jack will probably want to hear from us.” You tousled your loose wave and swiped your hands over the front of your blue sequin shift dress before making your way out of the ensuite.

Chris turned around as you walked out; his eyes lit up because it was that dress he loved which paired nicely with his blue suit. He smiled then licked his lips and fist pumped, making you chuckle softly; he had the same reaction every time. “You look amazing,” he told you, holding out a hand for you to take so he could pull you into his arms.

“As do you,” you told him and straightened his tie for him, making him smile. “Let’s just quickly FaceTime home so we can go have dinner with just you and me.” You pecked his lips and he smiled grew wider. “What time is it there?” You quizzed as you pulled away, making your way to your MacBook.

“It’s six now, so it should be about one in Boston.” He answered, joining you at the table as you called Scott’s FaceTime. “Let’s hope they’re not too busy with their shenanigans to answer our call, ‘cause you just know they’re planning something big.”

“Is that jealousy I detect in your voice again, Chris?” You teased him, glancing over you shoulder. “Need I remind you that we’re about to have a romantic sunset dinner that will definitely lead to other stuff in the bedroom?”

“No need,” he chuckled. “I’m afraid that if you do, I might just make us skip the sunset dinner.” He joked and you laughed before turning back to your MacBook which was still ringing. “C'mon, Scott. Pick up the-” The call was picked up, not by Scott but by Jack who was already wearing his Captain America costume. “Hi, bud!”

“Hi,” Jack grinned, waving into the camera. “Look, I’m Captain America.” He jumped back, posing and making the two of you laugh. “Uncle Scott’s outside helping set up for tonight. Did you want to talk to him?” He asked, closing in on the camera.

“No, it’s okay. We actually wanted to talk to you,” you told him. “We just wanted to check in and see how things were going. You look so good, sweetheart. So heroic, just like Daddy’s Captain America.” His smile widened when you said that. “I’m sure everyone in the neighborhood is going to love you tonight.”

“Thanks, Mama. I can’t wait till tonight, I want to get so much candy,” he grinned. “You look pretty,” he leaned in and smiled, realizing the two of you were dressed up. “And you look handsome, Daddy.” Chris smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Just out to dinner, bud.” Chris answered. “You-”

“Jack,” Sebastian’s voice came through and Jack turned to look behind him. “What candy sho-” he cut himself off when he walked into your line of sight, realizing Jack was talking to the two of you. “Hey love birds,” he smiled, descending to his knees beside Jack. “How’s Rome? I know Chris must be hard at work, but surely you’ve had some time to explore.”

“Just a little,” Chris lied, trying not to smile when he heard you chuckle. “We’re just checking in, we’re about to head out to dinner.” Sebastian nodded in acknowledgement, passing Jack the bags of candy he had in his hands. “Thank you so much for helping us with Jack, and tell Anthony that too. We really appreciate the help,” he told Sebastian.

“No problem, man,” Sebastian smiled. “We are having an absolute ball here.”

“Mama, I have to go help put the candy in the bowls outside.” Jack told you and you nodded. “I’ll see you when you get back, okay?” He ran off before you and Chris could say anything else. “Uncle Scott! Do you want the bl…” His voice trailed off the further he got.

“We’re really glad to hear that, Seb,” you admitted, chuckling. “We were both a little worried about leaving him, but it’s good to know that he can handle our absence. I think it has a lot to do with you and Anthony though, but don’t worry-” you laughed. “We won’t make it a habit.”

“Honestly, I don’t mind,” Sebastian chuckled. “I didn’t have to pay for flights, my food and housing are taken care of, and I get to hang out with an awesome kid. As long as I’m not working, you can call me anytime. I am at your disposal,” he dramatically bowed, making both of you chuckle.

“Thanks, Seb,” you smiled. “We’ll see you guys when we get back, our plane lands at eight-thirty which is Jack’s bedtime so don’t worry about telling him or coming to pick us up. We’re just going to grab a cab and we’ll see him in the morning.”

“No problem,” Sebastian nodded. In the background, Jack called out for him. “That’s my cue,” he chuckled softly, getting to his feet. “Have a good night, you two. Don’t do anything Steve Rogers wouldn’t do,” he teased with a wink then hung up.

Chris chuckled softly and leaned in, whispering in your ear. “Aren’t we glad that I’m not Steve Rogers anymore?” His minty breath was warm against your reddening cheek; a smirk could be hear in his voice.

“Let’s just go to dinner, you dork.“ 

• • • • • • • • 

The sunset was beyond compare; you overlooked it from the balcony where you and Chris had a private table booked. There were a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne waiting for you as the hostess brought the two of you to your designated table. Chris, like a complete gentleman, pulled out your chair for you before settling opposite you. You smiled at him; he was as handsome as ever and there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t swoon at the sight of those piercing blue eyes and charming smile.

"I know you’re not a huge fan of the bubbly,” Chris began as your personal waitstaff poured both of you a glass of champagne. “I’d just like to make a toast,” he picked up his champagne flute and you mirrored him. “You don’t have to drink it,” he told you, chuckling when you made a face. “I’ve got them preparing your favorite, khalua and coke.”

“Aw, baby,” you smiled. “You just know me so well, don’t you?”

“Nine years does that to a guy,” he winked and you chuckled. “Now,” he cleared his throat. “I know we haven’t had a lot of time to ourselves these past couple of years with all our new commitments getting in the way, but I want you to know that I still treasure and love you.” You smiled. “I can’t promise we can run away from our responsibilities one week every year, but I can promise that I will make more of an effort to give you the romance you deserve. Like we said, it doesn’t matter how big or small the gesture is- it’s the thought that counts. I’ll admit that I’ve dropped the ball a little,” he chuckled softly.

“No you haven’t,” you shook your head, smiling. “Look at where we are, Chris. If you call this dropping the ball then-” you laughed, “what the hell have I been doing?” You brushed your leg with his and he smiled. “You’re doing fantastically as a husband, and even better as a father. I love you and I know you love me, you don’t need to buy me flowers or take me out to show me that because I already know that.”

“I know, but I always like the way you light up when I bring you roses.” He teased and you chuckled. “Either way, I think we should bring back our date nights. Every Friday, we’ll go to Russo’s and have dinner and just talk. I’m sure our parents would be more than happy to babysit for us, or Scott, or Seb from the sounds of things-” he chuckled. “But I don’t think he can afford to fly out on a weekly basis.”

“No, he can’t,” you chuckled. “But we’ve got friends and family in Boston that can help, so yes to date night.” You nodded and he smiled; you smiled back, watching him intently as you thanked your stars that he picked up your coaster nine years ago. “I don’t think you know how much I love you right now, Chris Evans.”

“If it’s any bit as much as I love you, Y/N,” he reached for your hand and smiled when your fingers touched. “I think I have a pretty decent clue.”

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Part 5E up tomorrow. X

Secrets & Vows (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Hey, guys! So, it’s taken some time, but the fic is finally finished! This is dedicated to the lovely @recklesslonelyblond​ for sharing her wonderful story idea with me. With that in mind, requests are still open, so you can send those my way if you’d like, and I’ll gladly get to them as fast as I can. Anywho, I hope you enjoy Secrets & Vows!

Today was the day. Today would be the day you told him.

The day you would try to tell him. Again.

You frowned deeply at the thought but quickly shook it away, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t help but smile shyly at the sight before you.

Your figure stood front and center, a beautiful flowing white dress draped across your physique. Atop your head, your hair lay in an elegant half up, half down do, with loose curls framing your glowing face, adorned only by a light layer of blush, lip gloss, eye shadow and mascara. Your eyes shone in happiness, seeming to bring the entire look together.

Behind you, a low whistle sounded, causing you to turn abruptly, arm raised in alarm as a relatively large rock from a few feet away sprung into the air at your call.

“Whoa, Avatar, calm down! It’s just me!”

Recognizing the voice, you lower your outstretched arm, the rock following, only to reveal none other than Clint Barton himself.

You roll your eyes.

“Really, Barton? It’s my wedding day. Can’t you call me by my name?”

“Your real name? Nah, I think I’ll stick to Avatar.”

You grumbled in irritation with a low “Bird Brain,” and then with a swipe of your hand, his hair was ruined by a strong blast of wind.

Chuckling, without a care in the world, he slung your arm through his without mentioning his newly messed up hair. With a crisp, bright smile, he gently led you to a nearby door, with large distinct images of cherubs and clouds. Through its wooden surface, the low hum of the beginning of “Hear Comes the Bride” rang clearly.

“It’s your time to shine, Avatar,” Clint  cooed, his eyes glowing with brotherly affection and pride.

And suddenly, your heart grew tight with nerves.

It was finally happening. The day you had dreamed of since you had laid eyes on your husband-to-be. That fateful day, five years ago when Steve Rogers himself had fallen victim to your rescuing. The day his truthful blue eyes and concerned smile had almost made you drop the building-large boulder onto your stunned figures. The day Captain America himself had invited you into the Avengers.

The prominent lull of the organ reminded you of the nearing events, and a gentle smile quickly overtook your face. Looking at Clint, you nod giddily.

“Let’s go!”

And so the ceremony went on, beautiful and small, with only the Avengers looking on, wide grins and watering eyes. By the time the priest had gotten to his closing words, there was enough water in the room for you to form a small lake.

“You may now kiss the bride,” hummed the priest, his eyes washing over the couple standing in front of him.

In return, you and Steve grinned at one another, leaning close until your lips met in a gentle embrace. After a few seconds, you both pulled away, suddenly aware of the exaggerated whooping and hollering coming from your friends.

In slight embarrassment, you bury your face in Steve’s chest. Glancing up at him from your spot, you frown lightly, a thought coming to mind.

“Steve… I have something I need to tell you…,” You cool gently.

Steve looked down at you, grinning.

“Of course. What is it, Doll?”

Your mouth opened, ready to spill out the truth of the past few months, only to be cut short by Vision’s sharp, curt voice.

“There’s been another attack in Boston!”

Immediately, Steve prickled up at the news, before pulling away. Desperately, you grabbed his wrist.

“I still have to tell you something. It’s important!” You hissed, trying to stay quiet so your friends wouldn’t hear.

“It’ll have to wait, doll! Boston needs our help,” he instructed, walking away without another word.

All you could do was follow after him, wishing that for just a few seconds, long enough for you to give him the news, he wouldn’t prioritize the world over you.


Nine hours of fighting tooth and nail sure could drain a person. When you add in the fact that most of the fighting was against robot clones, it was a surprise any of you were still standing.

The entire team treaded towards the waiting Quinjet, ready to collapse on each other and sleep.

For a while, silence wafted through the jet, only the soft snores of Wanda breaking it. You watched on affectionately, a smile passing onto your lips just as Steve stood slowly. When your gazes met, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and motioned to the pilot seat, where Tony lazily steered the plane back to home. Nodding in understanding, he walked away.

Almost immediately, Clint was in his seat, an arm wrapping around your shoulder. His face was tired but smiling, and he was quick to work some sleep-slurred words out of his lips.

“You did great today, Avatar. Best performance out of you in years,” he teased, trying to lighten the sleep deprived atmosphere.

“Gee thanks, Clint. Glad I met your standards,” you lull, your mood lifting slightly at his attitude.

“I’m just saying, who gets to see a pregnant woman kick that much ass on the daily? That husband of yours is one lucky man!”

Your soft giggling was radiant in the weary Quinjet, but it quickly was drawn short by a stiff voice.

“Pregnant? What is he talking about?”

Your eyes shot open wide, your gaze landing on Steve as he made his presence known. Horrified, the only thought you could process was a rather simple one.

I’m going to kill Clint.


Your heart wrenched in your chest as you watched Steve stand alone on the balcony of your room at the Avengers Facility. In the dead of night, you could only faintly see his brooding figure. Even so, you could clearly make out his tense shoulders, which only grew more tense when you stepped into the crisp night.

“Steve…,” You started, your voice trailing off when you found you didn’t quite know what to say.

Steve seemed to figure that out for you.

“How long have you known?”

At his words, you almost decided to shrink back into your room, but you firmly held your place on the breezy balcony.

“About two and a half months. I’m only a month more along, though.”

“Two and…,” Steve paused, processing this new information.

For a few seconds, he seemed deep in thought before he suddenly turned, his face showing that his thoughts had him on the brink of hysteria.

“Are you insane?! Do you even know how many missions you’ve been on in two and a half months?! Five! What if something had gone wrong? Why didn’t you tell me, (Y/N)–”

“I tried, Steve–”

“Not hard enough! You should have said something. I have every right to know! Were you just going to keep it from me until the baby came? Or worse, when something went wrong on one of the missions–”

You didn’t have time to stop yourself as your hand jerked out on reflex, and with a strong gust of wind, you flung Steve into the railing of the balcony. Looking up at him as he clung to the rail in shock, your eyes held a raging fire in the gaze.

“Damnit, Steve, I tried! Why do you think I was backing out of so many missions? It’s not my fault those five needed my expertise! And don’t act like you don’t have any of the blame in the situation!”

From his spot only a few feet away, even the darkness couldn’t hide the fact that his mouth opened as if to object. Another swipe of your hand and a thin wall of water to the face shut him down effectively.

“No, you shut up and listen!” You roared, for the first time all night not caring that you weren’t saving face.

“I understand that you’re angry. You had every right to know, and I shouldn’t have deprived you of that right. But if you get to blame me for that, than you damn well deserve some of the blame as well.

“You of all people should know how engrossed you become when it comes to this team. You begin to prioritize everything, where anything that isn’t included in the process of saving the world is thrown to the back of your mind. You do it every damn time, Steven Grant, so don’t you deny it. Now you tell me how many times I tried to approach you in these past months, but you were so focused on the mission that you brushed me off! That isn’t just a rhetorical statement. Tell me!”

Steve looked at you, his face glistening from the water and his mouth gaping like a fish. Suddenly, his mouth snapped shut, and he looked down, his eyes flitting side to side softly as he tried to think.

You, on the other hand, didn’t need to think. You knew the exact number (fourteen) and each situation. Five of those instances had been when you were hoping for some peace with Steve and were suddenly rushed to the Quinjet last minute for a mission, instead.

The other nine times were in your free time, and you had hoped that at last you would be able to share the news with your husband. Instead, said husband had decided to use the time to research further for future missions and the sudden overflow of disasters in need of the Avengers’ assistance. In some instances, you couldn’t even get a word out before Steve had offhandedly muttered something along the lines of being busy and how he would catch up with you during dinner (he didn’t).

On other occasions, you would be in the middle of telling him when he suddenly jerked in your direction, focus diverted from the files he had been reading, seeming shocked that you were even in the same room. And, once again, he pushed off the talk, his nose buried in the information that was sure to help on the next mission. You were honestly surprised he had found time for your wedding.

Steve finally looked up, his eyes cautious as he answered.

“Eight?” He asked meekly.

Your heart sunk slightly, having hoped that maybe he had noticed despite your expectations. Hurt, you shook your head in response.

“Fourteen, Steven,” you muttered with less fire than before, slowly sliding down the smooth glass of the sliding door until your butt hit the floor gently.

“I tried fourteen times. Well, I guess fifteen because I was going to try to tell you again before we got today’s mission, but–”

“But Clint accidentally said it before you had the chance…,” Steve finished, his voice also lowering until it was a quiet mumble, matching the lack of fire in your own tone.

You both paused, allowing the sudden peace to wash over the balcony, until Steve slowly walked towards you, crouching barely half an inch in front of your bent knees. Your eyes stayed locked on your hands, avoiding his gaze like it was the plague.

Evidently, that wasn’t in Steve’s agenda, for his hand reached out in only a matter of seconds, and then your eyes were looking directly into his pale blue ones. In silence, the pair of you only stared in each other’s eyes, searching for something neither of you could quite place your fingers on. After what felt like ages, Steve abruptly brought you into his arms, just in time to catch the equally as abrupt flow of tears pouring from your eyes.

In his arms, you hardly made a sound, shocked by the leaking of your own eyes. The anger you had felt only minutes before had faded, but you only felt emotionless now. You certainly saw no reason to be crying. Until Steve spoke, that is.

“I’m sorry, doll…”

His voice was shaky, laced with a subtle wave of emotion, as he clung to your body, and his large fingers dug into your waist lightly, burying his face into your neck. Only when you felt a pool of wetness forming in the dip of your collar bone–having nothing to do with your earlier water attack–did you understand your own tears, and sluggishly, your hands moved from their place in your lap to wrap around Steve’s waist. And together, you two cried.


For nearly an hour, you two had sat in a lack of silence, the breeze of the night, the chirping of birds, and your incessant crying echoed in your ears. You both had found that even when you felt you could stop crying, it was much more relaxing to just let it all out. The past few months had been stressful ones, what with you having to deal with the weight of the unexpected pregnancy and the wedding–despite it being tiny–and Steve handling the abundance of missions flowing in. In the midst of your shared crying fits, apologies had soon muttered their way into the open, each lightening the load of many burdens. Soon, you only sat in each other’s company and talked, Steve holding you firmly in his lap as a small fire burned in the palm of your hand in hopes of drying the last of your tears.

You talked about how the pregnancy was going and how you threatened the team with keeping the secret so you could be the one to tell him. You talked about how he had suddenly been so stressed out that he allowed himself to be sucked into his work. You talked about baby names and toys and colors and vacations and if the baby would have his super strength or your control of water (or maybe air). You talked about fears and hopes for your child, education plans, personality types. Everything you could think of discussing, you managed to bring up in conversation, and by the time the sun began to peak out from the horizon, there was nothing to talk about.

Or so you thought.

“Do you remember my vow?” Steve suddenly asked, both of your gazes focused on the rising sun.

Your eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Kind of. I more so remember that I cried because of it.”

Steve chuckled, resting his chin atop your head.

“Well, I meant what I said, even if you don’t remember all of it,” he cooed, shifting again so his head was resting on your shoulder, placing a short kiss on your jaw.

“I’ll love you until the end of time, whether you believe me or not,” he spoke, your mind slowly remembering the words as the ones he had spoken earlier that day. “Your insecurities and my own won’t get in the way of our love because you are precious to me in ways you’ll never understand. For the rest of my life, I’ll fight to keep us together, and I won’t let myself live in a world without you. There is no meaning if you aren’t in it.”

You smiled, blushing at the vow’s closing words, only to be surprised when his lips grew closer to yours, and he continued speaking.

“I know I can be a pain, and I know I can cause more trouble than good, but I want you to stay by my side. I’m nothing without you, and I plan on showing you that for the rest of our lives. I’ll try to stop being so absorbed in the world so long as you promise to never hold back. If you want to yell, yell. If you want to cry, cry. I’m here to endure all of it. If it means being able to stay by your side for the rest of my life, I’m willing to endure anything…”

You didn’t give him much time to continue on if he had more to say before you turned in his lap, propping up on your knees. And as the sun finally broke past the horizon line, your glowing silhouettes met in a captivating kiss.

Sometimes I remember when I asked my longtime hero William Shatner not to fight with my coworker on Twitter and he proceeded to make fun of me/my job and then blocked me, even after I told him watching “Boston Legal” together helped my mom and me get through her chemo and subsequent long recovery from cancer because it gave us something to smile about.

Never meet or interact with your heroes, fam.

What Are The Odds? - Part 1

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 936

Summary: Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way.

“I refuse to let my daughter look like Avril Lavigne on the first day of school!” You say at the end of your rope. 

Of course you end up with a kid who’s just as stubborn as you. And her father. 

“Why do you keep saying that? I don’t know who that is and she has a weird name!” Your daughter Kelsey says crossing her arms.

Ok, calm down. You need a different approach. 

“Sweetheart. I love that you want to wear fun outfits and put extensions in your hair but you are only 8 years old. You need to compromise, ok?” 

“Ok, fine. I want to wear makeup then.” 

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Tips on Making the Ideal Schedule That Makes YOU Happy

When the alarm buzzes and you stumble to turn it off, you know that your day (often with one event right after another) will soon start. Your classrooms are eagerly awaiting your arrival, your internships are opening the doors to greet you, and your dining hall or favorite place to grab a bite (need any guidance? check here) are preparing to feed and fuel you. But in the midst of the back-to-back classes, the desire to quickly nourish your body, and your hurrying from one place to the next, how can a student at Boston University manage to remain sane and happy? 

The clutter that has overtaken your daily schedule can easily be removed by managing your time more efficiently. Luckily, the Educational Resource Center is here to help you with that endeavor. Our dedicated counselors and staff members stand ready to meet individually with students during sessions called Individual Advising. In individual advising sessions, students can bring concerns about their schedule, and the ERC counselor will clear up and resolve the conflicts and chaos in your schedule. 

During my appointment with Jelani, she helped me map out my days and weeks in an hour-by-hour comparison that detailed time spent on class, homework, studying, work, and even meals and sleep! The sessions particularly help students who think that they can’t find any time in their day for activities; the counselors will be able to squeeze out minutes and hours for you to enjoy some free time. 

In the midst of the rush of college life, students can easily feel bogged down by the consistent work coupled with the lack of leisure time. In turn, personal mental health often suffers, and students don’t appropriately face the portion of their lives. To help with crafting the perfect schedule, I’m emphasizing the importance of preserving your mental health and prioritizing self-care. When I first started the semester, I rarely went out to restaurants or social events, rarely connected with friends, and did not spend time enjoying the city. Instead, I had dedicated my time nearly exclusively to my academics, jobs, and extracurriculars without caring for my own interests. As the semester continued, I continually felt that I could not escape the constant cycle of going to class, working, sparingly finding time for a meal, attending extracurriculars, sleeping, and restarting the cycle the very next day. I realized, though, how important it was for me to focus on my mental health, my sanity, and the relationships I had developed with others, all of which I had ignored for the purpose of maintaining my rigorous schedule. 

Now, I make it an effort to carve out time for myself and for relaxation. I regularly use this time to either try out new food joints, connect with distant friends, or simply explore the streets of the city. Filling your free time with your favorite hobbies is important and will make you thoroughly happier and free!
The key to a happy schedule is a balance between time for productivity and time for personal activities. When you find that key, you will unlock a world of ease, control, and most importantly, happiness. The ERC can certainly help you in finding that key, but you can also take the prerogative to dissect, delineate, and demarcate your scheduling, making sure that you make a holistic schedule that addresses your academic, professional, and personal needs!

Onward, Terriers!

(Mark Haddad, CAS ‘19)


Level Up Your Wig Styling!  A lot of folks asked if we planned on recording our Anime Boston wig panel, and the answer is…. yes!  Check out the first clip above, where we go over the basics of softer poofs and teasing.


The second clip from our “Level Up Your Wig Styling” panel at Anime Boston is online!  Part two covers basic tips for creating and attaching understructures and foam.